π…πŽπ‘π†πˆπ•π„π, ineffable husbands
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  • Reads 6,563
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  • Parts 12
  • Time 1h 11m
Complete, First published Aug 03, 2023
𝐈𝐍 π–π‡πˆπ‚π‡, after around an eon of suffering in one of the hottest places in hell, crowley was surprised to open his eyes to an obnoxiously bright room. It wasn't every day a demon was offered a chance at redemption, after all. each chapter is a moment from a year in crowley's redemption program.
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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.