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.
Falling Heavenward: A Good Omens Crowley/Aziraphale Fanfic
21 parts Complete
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.