Crowley gets into the Bentley, first going slow, with thoughts in his mind that Azirphale might come back. Soon he speeds up to the limit, doubting he'll come back. Again after a minute, he goes faster, now to his normal speed, tears filling his glasses. He pulls over to the side of a road he doesn't recognize, slamming the brakes hard. Crowley sits in the car, staring out into the country. He hits the horn violently and out of anger. "Shitshitshit!' he yells. "Why did you have to leave angel?" He asks himself, slouching down onto the steering wheel. Crowley pulls the car back onto the road, driving back into Soho.
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Muriel sits at their new desk, looking at all of Aziraphale's old things. They pick up Aziraphale's angel wing mug, it still has a small amount of hot cocoa in it. Muriel puts it down but not after sniffing the cup from interest. They look back onto the desk, Aziraphale's journal is sitting on it. They pick it up wondering "what is this?". They open the journal to a random page.
"Dear diary, Crowley has invited me to a dinner at the Ritz, we've been there many times together....."
Muriel stops reading, realizing it's a private diary, though they are still interested in what else the book has to offer.
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Maggie and Nina see Crowley storm out of the book shop, as they were watching from the coffee shop window. "I sure hope it went well, Mr. Crowley looks angry." Maggie says, worried with guilt. "I bet he's fine, he always looks angry." Nina says, crossing her arms. "We should check on him, Mr. Fell's still in there." Maggie says, walking to the door of the café. "Leave them be Maggie, Mr. Fell is probably gathering something." Nina replies, going to the back of the shop. Maggie continues to watch the book shop, watching the Metatron go in, and leave with Aziraphale. "Nina, I think something went wrong, Aziraphale left with someone else, an old man." She says, hurrying to the back. Nina watches them get into the elevator. "I know that man, he asked me if anyone has asked for death." The two of them watch as the Metatron and Aziraphale leave. "Where'd they go?" Maggie asks, now outside of the shop. "How would I know?" About a second later, the Bentley drives past them. Maggie tells Nina that "we should ask what's happened, that other one is there."
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Muriel hears a knock at the shop door. "We're closed." they say, looking down on the journal. The knock comes back. "I said we're closed." "It's Maggie and Nina." Maggie says. "Oh, sorry!" Muriel says, opening the door. "We're worried about Mr. Crowley and Mr. Fell, do you know how it went?" "Oh, well, I don't think you'll be seeing more of Aziraphale- er Mr. Fell soon." they say. "I'll be running the shop from now on, I'm Muriel." They add on. "Well Muriel, do you know where Mr. Crowley went?" Maggie asks them. "I'm not sure, I bet he'll be back soon though."
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The next day
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The bar customers get annoyed at a demon who can't keep his mouth shut, he complains about how "my angel left me. He didn't want me. I wasn't good enough for him."
Crowley now lays on the table practically asleep. "Sir, we're gonna have to ask you to leave." "Alright." Crowley says, Waking to the door, and as he's about to leave, the barkeep stops him asking "Aren't you going to pay?" "I'll do you one better." Crowley says, and with a flick of his hand, the wine bottles are replaced with full bottles.
Crowley gets into his Bentley. "Where are we gonna go?" they ask the car. The Bentley starts to play a song, it is 'Good old fashioned lover boy'. Crowley shuts the radio off, telling the car "Fine, we have nowhere else to go I guess."
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Michael, Saraquel, and Uriel are standing to the entrance of the elevator. "Welcome back Aziraphale," Saraquel says. "It's a pleasure to be back." He responds, shaking their hand. "Now then Aziraphale, shall we get you situated?" The Metatron chimes in.
"We have a stricter dress code up here, I hope you haven't forgotten." the Metatron says, with some white clothing popping into his hands. He hands the clothes to Aziraphale, who certainly doesn't want to change his clothing as he has had them for a long time. The Metatron walks over to a bare, cold, and empty desk. It is pure white with nothing on it, not even having drawers. "This is your desk." He says. "How will I store anything, like files?" Aziraphale's asks, worriedly. "Don't worry about that Aziraphale, whatever you need will come to you." the Metatron replies, showing the angel a demonstration of this, by pulling a file out of thin air onto the desk. Aziraphale looks down onto the file, it says 'Trial RE: Gabriel' on it. "What's this?" Aziraphale asks, picking the file up. "Why don't you open it up?" He suggests. "You have clearance now." The Metatron adds on. Aziraphale opens the file up. He sees when Gabriel had said no to the second trial of the apocalypse, and when they had tried to wipe his memory and send him down to 38th level. "Oh dear." Aziraphale whispers to themselves. "I'm sure you won't be like him?" The Metatron asks in a somewhat annoyed tone. "Of course." Aziraphale lies.
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Muriel stares at the journal, wanting to read more of it. They get startled by a knock at the door. "Muriel open up!" Crowley yells as he leans on the door. "Sorry Mr. Crowley." They say, opening the door, making Crowley fall. "What's all the matter?" they ask the fallen demon, helping him up. "I just wanted to check in, making sure you've been running the shop right." He says, taking their hand. "I'm sad to inform you I haven't sold any books yet, though I have been trying hard." Muriel says, looking to the floor disappointed. "Why would you be sad about that? Aziraphale never wanted any books to be sold." Crowley says, walking over to the desk. Muriel brings their head back up with a happy look. Crowley steps closer to the desk, mindlessly picking up Aziraphale's journal. He flips through some pages, all starting the same, with 'dear diary', then the date, and then something about Crowley. He's surprised how much his name appears on each of the pages. "I don't think you should read that sir, it's private." Muriel says, going closer to Crowley. "Eh, he'll never know." Crowley responds, throwing the book onto the table. "Thinking of angel not knowing things...." He adds on. Crowley swoops his hand. "What did you just do?" Muriel asks with curiosity. "Made it so Aziraphale won't know where I am, remember our friend Jim, this is what we did to him." Crowley replies. "Now, shall I tell you how to run this place?"
About a half an hour later, another knock hits the door. "This will be perfect." Crowley says, hearing the knock and thinking this could help the angel understand more. Crowley opens the door and sees Nina and Maggie. Maggie has a big smile on her face, while Nina looks like she's been dragged there (She has). "Come in." Crowley says, his smile leaving his face as he keeps the door open for them. "What have you come over for?" Crowley asks the pair. "We wanted to know how it went, if that's okay." Maggie says worried. "Well, if you MUST know...." "He left, I wasn't good enough for him." Crowley adds on. Muriel looks down to their feet. "Oh, I'm so sorry Mr. Crowley, we shouldn't have meddled in your business with Mr. Fell." Maggie says with guilt in her voice. Crowley stays silent, discreetly looking away from her from under his glasses. "Muriel, why don't you go sort books." He suddenly says out of the silence. "I would, but I'm not sure how to." they say, standing up. "Go by the first letter of the author's last name." He says, still sitting down and not looking at them. "Alright." Muriel says, still not knowing how to sort them.
"If you need anything Mr. Crowley, please tell us." Maggie says, still looking at him. "I will, and it's just Crowley." He says, diverting his attention to her. "You know, I think we should get you a hobby, distract you from the 'breakup'." Nina chimes in. "I have a hobby." Crowley coldly says. "Which is?" Crowley sighs, being caught in his lie. "Well, what do you like to do?" Maggie asks. "I don't know." "What about gardening? I saw the plants in your car." Maggie suggests. "They're very pretty." she adds. "We could get you a community plot?" Nina says. "Eeeeeugh, fine." Crowley slouches down into his chair.
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nightingales: A good omens fanfic
Fiksi PenggemarAfter Aziraphale and Crowley split up, new challenges arrive for both of them. Crowley must deal with Aziraphale leaving him, while Aziraphale must deal with the second coming of the apocalypse No characters are mine originally and were created by...
