6,000 years ago, a demon fell for an angel. After the Apocalypse doesn't happen, he remembers six millennia of tentative friendship, daring rescues and growing love.
Now there may not be any reasons left not to be in love.
If you've read any of my other Ineffable Husbands fic, you probably know what to expect: pining, kissing, history, bickering, humour, angst, lust, music, poetry, ridiculously expensive hotels, Dagon being Crowley's line manager, and a happy ending.
Art (including my cover) by the wonderful loni_caprifolicum and Tamsly, made especially for this fic for Good Omens Big Bang 2019. Please respect their ownership of their art.
Never Explain Anything: A Crowley/Aziraphale Good Omens fanfic
10 parts Complete Mature
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."
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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.