Aziraphale would forgive him, of course. He always did. That had always been the Hell of it. It had been stupid to think things would be any different this time. It was a game they had been playing a long, long time, and he was all kinds of fool and idiot if he was going to suddenly start taking it seriously, even if only a few days ago he had thought Aziraphale was dead. Our side. It would be nice, really nice, if there was an *our side.* To be honest with himself, there was nothing in all the universe he wanted more. "I'll pick you up at eight," he repeated to the closed door, and headed back to the flat to take it out on the plants.

Their kiss continued, brutal and hot. Aziraphale suddenly remembered how his arms worked circled them around the demon's waist pulling him closer. Crowley broke off the kiss with a sharp inhale and moved his head to rest against the angel's. "Tell me to leave, angel." Raw need vibrated through the demon's voice. He pressed his forehead against Aziraphale's. His hands trembled as they cradled the angel's face. He took another ragged breath. "You don't want to do this! You don't want this from me!" Now it was Aziraphale's turn to take a inhale deeply. Their mouths were so close that their breath mingled. He could feel heat from the demon, from their pressed foreheads, down his chest, to his groin. He drained away the minor alcohol in his system and let cold, hard clarity wash over him. This was...dangerous. This was wild and thoughtless. Hedonistic. This should stop. That would be for the best. Safe. Sane. Responsible. "No" Aziraphale's voice ghosted the word. Then bolder, louder, steadier "Stay, please. I want this." He clasped his hands against the demon's and tipped his head back to meet Crowley's eyes. "I want you."

Having read some interesting files as he was snooping around in heaven, and after seven months of no contact, Aziraphale takes the elevator down to earth to inform Crowley of the dreadful news or rather happy news? Either way, congratualtions, they have been ineffable parents since 1941. Ah, the blitz.

My first ever fic, this takes place directly after season 2 episode 6. I try to keep it to what I think could be canon/realistic to the story. I'm writing this as I go so any suggestions are welcome.

Good Omens. Crowley and Aziraphale pose as husbands for a house party, because Aziraphale is bad at saying no (to anyone but Crowley and anyone trying to buy books). Crowley thinks this is a good chance to prove himself the perfect potential demon husband to a fussy angel. But things get complicated fast. Really complicated. A lot of pining, a lot of shopping and restaurants and party games, some near misses, but no sex until chapter 24 (and all of 25).

A few comics I find online of my favorite angel and my favorite demon 💞 Maybe a bit of fanart too :P I will try to credit every artist on each comic, please let me know if I have the wrong person, or if they don't want their art reposted. It's hard to get in contact with them at times, but if they don't want their art to be republished, I will take down the chapter. Thank you :)

18+ (Slow Updates, sorry) ( Cover art by @FBBSSA ) Please do not report this, it is marked as mature as it should be. If you dislike smut, lemons, pornography (written form), or anything else of the sort please do not read this. Series and characters within it are not owned by me, they are currently owned by Amazon / Amazon Prime / Amazon Prime Video, all of which are trademarked. The characters are also owned by Neil Gaiman, and Terry Pratchett.

Aziraphale starts lusting after Crowley