🌻Honestly, this is just a weird story I'm slowly writing...sorry if it makes no sense!!! 🌻 \\🌹If you don't get a warm fuzzy feeling then I'm not doing this right...🌹//

Crowley and Aziraphale look at the stars and talk about stuff Oh, and they kiss (Can also be found on my Tumblr (somerandomdutchartist/somerandomdutchfangirl) or my ao3 (SomeRandomDutchFangirl)) [I don't own the cover picture or the characters]

Rankings: 1 in #anthonyjcrowley on 4/3/2020 1 in #aziraphale on 4/3/2020 1 in #incarnate on 12/1/2020 2 in #crowleyxreader on 9/30/2019 2 in #incarnate on 3/19/2020 3 in #goodomens on 12/1/2020 6 in #christianity on 11/18/2019 7 in #crowley on 10/22/2019 Thank you for your support! Notes: Y/N will be depicted as female and Crowley will be depicted as male. I'm sorry for any inconvenience this causes. I drew and designed the cover. Thank you to @bookdork_ and @fusciamtndew for introducing me to Good Omens and for being references for Y/N's parents. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Have you ever seen the yin yang? The two swirls intertwining, yet never blending? Somehow, it's so tranquilizing, so beautiful. Polar opposites working together to create harmony and beauty. There is no grey line, there is no mixture, there just is. Yin cannot be without yang, and yang cannot be without yin. Whether a universe... or a person. Enter Y/N L/N. She's troubled by a haunted past, old ghosts dragging her back. Striving to outrun memories, she moves to London with a scholarship to Queen Mary University. Rapidly running out of luck, she stumbles upon an old bookshop, the only peaceful place in the entire city. You already know who owns it... Don't you? Sacrifice and loss, disappointment and regret. Growth and rebirth, kindness and love. It all balances out. Something lost, something gained. Will Y/N and her two slightly suspicious new friends make it out unscathed? Doubtful. But what's a story without pain?

This takes place after Satan is defeated by Adam. Crowley and Aziraphale are anxious about the upcoming war of Heaven and Hell against humanity and have the feeling that Adam, being the antichrist and still having some of his power remaining, could be involved greatly. They decide to follow Adam up to America because of his dad's work situation and help him out in his new school. But little do they know that the ex-assumed antichrist, warlock, will be attending the school as well...

A oneshot I whipped up impulsively. Crowley hijacks one of Aziraphale's records to play a song of his choosing, and slow dancing ensues. *What song plays is up to the reader's interpretation. My personal choice to envision, however, would be "from eden" by hozier :p

A collection of one-shots for the TV show Good Omens. Contains mostly Ineffable Husband shipping stories.

An unofficial sequel to Good Omens "Crowley," Leviathan mused, "Raphael, was he not?" They hummed, the ghost of a smile crossing their face. "Always the baby of the lot of us, never understood the magnitude of our operation..." their eyes narrowed. "He and an angel killed our Master's son?" "N-No not k illed, your disgrace. Worse. Befriended," she spat the word, both literally and figuratively as blood and bile sputtered from her lips, "they all became allies p-plus the with w hore and her b-oy. Gabriel and I did our b-best to settle the m matter but...in the end the Antichrist d-denied his own f ather." Leviathan let go abruptly, and Beelzebub fell to the floor, cursing under her breath. They squatted in front of her, tapping their quartz fingertips together. "How long, then, have we been delayed?" Beelzebub swallowed. "...Ten years." "And I presume that...the opposition wasn't pleased either?" Beelzebub shook her head. Leviathan stared for a long while before their eyes rolled, and their lips parted into a gleaming smile. "Hmmhm," they chuckled, standing up and adjusting their blazer, "Well well...then darling," they held out a hand, "we have work to do."

The title says it all my dude.

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.

aziraphale was a simple, sweet Angel. crowley was a cold, vicious demon. but really, what else was keeping them apart? colour. they didn't see colour until they kissed their soulmate. dear god, please let this turn out well Edit: #1 on #myboys !!!!#