❝Good Omens❞
5 stories
Sadness by ilovecastiel18
Sadness
ilovecastiel18
  • Reads 460
  • Votes 54
  • Parts 3
Back in Rome, in 41 A.D., Aziraphale noticed that something was... off, with Crowley. He had cut his hair extremely short and his eyes were covered. This was the first time Aziraphale had ever seen Crowley with short hair, and the first time that the demon's eyes were hidden from him. Now, about a month after the Apocalypse, Aziraphale notices the same odd behavior from his friend. This time, he asks about it.
My Angel by ilovecastiel18
My Angel
ilovecastiel18
  • Reads 210
  • Votes 17
  • Parts 1
Crowley walks into the bookshop to find Gabriel actively insulting Aziraphale, and decides enough is enough. He comforts Aziraphale after Gabriel leaves. Also, Crowley and Aziraphale have a discussion about how "angel" is a human term of endearment. Hurt/Comfort, angst, fluff, romance at the end. Language warning. One-Shot.
You Are Astounding, My Love by ilovecastiel18
You Are Astounding, My Love
ilovecastiel18
  • Reads 231
  • Votes 20
  • Parts 1
About a week after the Apocalypse-that-wasn't, Aziraphale and Crowley are drinking in the back of the bookshop when Aziraphale asks why Crowley never takes his glasses off, even when they are alone. Crowley explains that he hates himself, and Aziraphale comforts him.TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of self-harm. Mild language warning. Aziraphale/Crowley. Hurt/Comfort, angst, fluff, friendship, romance. One-Shot.
May I Have This Dance? by ilovecastiel18
May I Have This Dance?
ilovecastiel18
  • Reads 5,787
  • Votes 393
  • Parts 6
Throughout their years together, there have been multiple occasions when Crowley desperately wanted to dance with Aziraphale. There was one time where he gave in to the desire. Or, five times Crowley wanted to dance with Aziraphale, and one time they did. Angst, fluff, etc.
The devil is a material girl (A good omens X miraculous fic) by CRPharry
The devil is a material girl (A good omens X miraculous fic)
CRPharry
  • Reads 122
  • Votes 8
  • Parts 3
"Ehi serpente" Crowley si voltò verso la voce, una voce che avrebbe riconosciuto ovunque "Sembra che non ti reggi in piedi" Crowley si trattenne dallo scuotere la testa e sospirare. Faceva sempre la stessa battuta, perché i serpenti non camminano, strisciano. Azra scese dall'albero lentamente, facendosi trasportare dai suoi tentacoli. Si arricciavano attorno ai rami, allungandosi, torcendosi. Maledetto esibizionista.