Love, and Other Ineffable Things
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  • Reads 1,102
  • Votes 59
  • Parts 9
  • Time 1h 41m
Ongoing, First published Oct 05, 2019
Mature
6,000 years of slow burn has to catch fire eventually.

This series picks up immediately upon conclusion of the Good Omens show, after the dinner at the Ritz. It chronicles the (at long, long last) romantic aftermath of Not-Armageddon in the first main installment, "Ineffably Inevitable," then continues chronologically in chapter-style stories. Some are short and sweet, some are longer, all are full of the love between our favorite angel and demon. 

Despite all the odds and the forces of heaven and hell arraigned against Crowley and Aziraphale, some things are simply inevitable.


[Originally published as a series of stories  on AO3]
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Falling Heavenward: A Good Omens Crowley/Aziraphale Fanfic

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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.