We'll Cherish All These Simple Things, Wherever We May Be
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  • Reads 856
  • Votes 70
  • Parts 4
  • Time 1h 31m
Complete, First published Dec 22, 2019
These are four Good Omens one-shots that were written as presents for my dear friends: Deamonia214, KannaOphelia, Caffine_And_Spite, and Bring_Death_Upon_Me. The order is as follows:
This year feels so brand new (tie a ribbon around me and you) - Christmas tenderness and shameless fluff
Something So Flawed and Free- Saturnalia in Ancient Rome
On the nature of demon summoning- Crowley get's summoned by a "cult." How on earth was he supposed to get out of this one?
Crowley's Adventures in Discorporation- Written for the prompt: its sort of a free-for-all in the Corporations department in Hell, so as soon as a body is fixed anyone can take it. When Crowley gets discorporated, he finds himself not only without his favorite corporation, but with another demon loose on Earth.
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Falling Heavenward: A Good Omens Crowley/Aziraphale Fanfic

21 parts Complete

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.