You take my breath away / GOOD OMENS
- Reads 24
- Votes 2
- Parts 1
After the Apocalypse that didn't happen Crowley and Aziraphale spend an evening together, an evening that will change their relationship forever.
"Do not fear," Crowley reassured him, with extreme gentleness. "Aziraphale, do not fear."
"My dear, forgive me. I shall seem a fool to you."
"You are never a fool."
"There's so much I want to tell you, but I'm afraid I'll frighten you."
"I won't run away."
"But will it frighten you, Crowley? Will it scare you?"
All Rights Reserved
#370
intimacy
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Veneration
Their kiss continued, brutal and hot. Aziraphale suddenly remembered how his arms worked circled them around the demon's waist pulling him closer. Crowley broke off the kiss with a sharp inhale and moved his head to rest against the angel's. "Tell me to leave, angel." Raw need vibrated through the demon's voice. He pressed his forehead against Aziraphale's. His hands trembled as they cradled the angel's face. He took another ragged breath. "You don't want to do this! You don't want this from me!" Now it was Aziraphale's turn to take a inhale deeply. Their mouths were so close that their breath mingled. He could feel heat from the demon, from their pressed foreheads, down his chest, to his groin. He drained away the minor alcohol in his system and let cold, hard clarity wash over him. This was...dangerous. This was wild and thoughtless. Hedonistic. This should stop. That would be for the best. Safe. Sane. Responsible. "No" Aziraphale's voice ghosted the word. Then bolder, louder, steadier "Stay, please. I want this." He clasped his hands against the demon's and tipped his head back to meet Crowley's eyes. "I want you."Complete
Never Explain Anything: A Crowley/Aziraphale Good Omens fanfic
"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.Complete
You'll Never Get To Heaven (if you're scared of getting high)
Good Omens. Crowley and Aziraphale pose as husbands for a house party, because Aziraphale is bad at saying no (to anyone but Crowley and anyone trying to buy books). Crowley thinks this is a good chance to prove himself the perfect potential demon husband to a fussy angel. But things get complicated fast. Really complicated. A lot of pining, a lot of shopping and restaurants and party games, some near misses, but no sex until chapter 24 (and all of 25).Complete
Crawling back to you (Aziracrow's version)
Crowley and Aziraphale part ways after Crowley finally admits his feelings for the angel. But it would be naive to think the two beings could simply stay out of each other's way, when it's so obvious (and canon!) that they like each other. Some even suggest they're in love. - - - a silly little fix-it-story as a fast way to cope with the ending to the second season. originally uploaded in august 2023, entire rewrite in late 2025 / early 2026. not my cover art.Complete
Take These Broken Wings And Learn To Fly
"Why are you doing this?" Aziraphale's voice is faint, his breathing uneven. Crowley doesn't lift his eyes to see the sickly look on his face, the twist of pain where only joyous smiles should ever be. "Bandages need changing", he mumbles, eyes fixed firmly on his working hands. "No. I meant-" He can hear as Aziraphale swallows. "Why do you care for me?" It isn't just 'why do you take care of me'. It's 'why do you still care at all'. Crowley has to close his eyes for a second, makes sure Aziraphale doesn't see. "Cause you're here", he says, voice carefully detached, "and you're hurt, and you need someone. And that someone's gotta be me." "Why?" He won't answer that. He can't answer that. "Don't ask stupid questions." ~oOo~ Or, the one where Heaven punishes Aziraphale the only way they know how, Crowley is there to help pick up the pieces, and maybe they can build something new and much more beautiful from both their broken shards. Warning for blood and injury, aftermath of physical violence, drinking as a coping mechanism, symptoms of depression - heed the tags!Complete
The ineffable crossover Good Omens X Reader
This is a random story I made... It's just something I quickly put together. Supernatural x Good Omens crossover GO! Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale What if Crowley and Aziraphale had a Nephalem girlfriend who doesn't know about all her powers. One day, she accidentally sends them to a different universe. The supernatural universe. Warning: Contains Smut in last chapter.Complete
Waiting
Crowley has lost himself ever since his best friend left, alcohol and reckless late night drives being the only things that might distract him. Aziraphale, on the other hand, doesn't regret leaving. Sure, he misses Crowley terribly, but Heaven is his home, right? ••• Hello! My goal is for this to be pretty angsty, but I can never seem to write angst without solving it in the same chapter. Let's see how I do!
Side Mission
Fake marriage! (completed and posting chapters daily) Two years before the Apocalypse, and Aziraphale and Crowley think they have the right Antichrist at last. They track him down to Tadfield. When everyone assumes they are married, Aziraphale suggests going along with it. Which is torture for a lovesick demon... Written for AstroGirl in the Just Married 2022 Exchange.Complete
An Ineffable History
The Nice and Fairly Accurate History of the demon Crowley and the angel Aziraphale, on their relationship over 6,000 years. Aziraphale and Crowley have known each other since the beginning, quite literally. From the gate of Eden to the end of the world, they have been there for each other- tempting, thwarting, and even helping (not that their respective head offices need to know). As the millennia go on, the two grow closer and closer, and there are words that both off them need to say, but neither do. It only takes the end of the world for them to get their heads on straight. AKA: Aziraphale and Crowley being pining idiots for 6,000 years. Cross-Posted on Ao3 under the same titleComplete
Ineffable (Crowley x female OC)
Crowley has a secret, something he can barely admit to himself: he is in love with Jenna Kingsley, an American woman who doesn't even know he exists. What happens when she befriends Aziraphale and he introduces her to his demonic best friend? Embarrassment, catatonia and profuse sweating (obviously), but also the chance for Crowley to form a real relationship with her, something he's fantasized about for three years. Additionally, he has the opportunity to learn more about her, as does Jenna herself, who didn't know she could heal wounds or sense lies until interacting with angels and demons. Can Aziraphale and Crowley protect her from Heaven and Hell's curiosity, judgement and wrath upon discovering who (or rather what) she is? Set present-day, post-ApocalmostComplete
Their kiss continued, brutal and hot. Aziraphale suddenly remembered how his arms worked circled them around the demon's waist pulling him closer. Crowley broke off the kiss with a sharp inhale and moved his head to rest against the angel's. "Tell me to leave, angel." Raw need vibrated through the demon's voice. He pressed his forehead against Aziraphale's. His hands trembled as they cradled the angel's face. He took another ragged breath. "You don't want to do this! You don't want this from me!" Now it was Aziraphale's turn to take a inhale deeply. Their mouths were so close that their breath mingled. He could feel heat from the demon, from their pressed foreheads, down his chest, to his groin. He drained away the minor alcohol in his system and let cold, hard clarity wash over him. This was...dangerous. This was wild and thoughtless. Hedonistic. This should stop. That would be for the best. Safe. Sane. Responsible. "No" Aziraphale's voice ghosted the word. Then bolder, louder, steadier "Stay, please. I want this." He clasped his hands against the demon's and tipped his head back to meet Crowley's eyes. "I want you."
More detailsContent Guidelines