Black Hole Sun
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  • Parts 1
  • Time 50m
Complete, First published Mar 17, 2014
A Good Omens fanfiction set to Soundgarden's song, Black Hole Sun. Crowley has a thing for Aziraphale, but the angel has a hard time believing it. Meanwhile, a certain demonic Duke is out for revenge for the events of a certain Apocalypse-That-Wasn't. 

Like my other stories, this is slash, putting Crowley and Aziraphale in a romantically charged situation. Don't like, don't read. Furthermore, Soundgarden's lyrics are included purely for reference. I obviously have zero connection to the band and absolutely no vague claim of ownership whatsoever. (For good measure, I'll throw in the fact that I also don't own Good Omens - that prestigious right goes to Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett - but I should think that would be clear already since it is a fanfiction piece.)
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10 parts Complete Mature

"Oh. Yeah." Crowley shuffled his feet, looking surprisingly boyish. "Come to New York with me tomorrow?" Aziraphale blinked. "Why?" "To see how Warlock is doing," Crowley said, as if that was obvious. "Warlock?" He blinked again, and Crowley looked annoyed. Unfortunately what came out of his mouth was, "You were the one who suggested killing the boy." "It wasn't personal." Crowley took off his dark glasses, apparently the better to glare at him. "He's still our kid." "B-but, Crowley, he's not our kid," Aziraphale said helplessly, wondering if Crowley was going insane or if he was. "You're a terrible father for an angel," Crowley said, accusingly. "I'm a demon, and I make a far better mother." --- Aziraphale is almost certain that Crowley is only being perverse. But demons are unaccountable creatures, and Aziraphale finds himself flying to New York with him anyway.