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thewitchoflove-art · 3 months

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Reupload because (and please don't make fun of me) I finally learned to make straight lines x'D

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daria-meoi · 8 months

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Here. I fixed it. Azi's face dancing to the music too. The old wrong version of the subtitles because there's a lot of unwilling but unavoidable piracy going on.

#good omens #good omens 2 #aziraphale #crowley #no nightingales #good omens fix it

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thebestfriendstoloverstrope · 8 months

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OK. I don't normally share people's fanfics just because the AO3 search system exists for a reason! But "Factory Settings" by Anonymous is incredible. INCREDIBLE. If I didn't know better (and I do), I would have guessed Neil wrote it himself. I'm so serious. It's an actual masterpiece.

I will say it's ever-so-slightly slow-going at the start. I almost put it down (I stumbled upon it myself; no one recc'd it to me). But I'm so glad I kept with it. It's. Yeah, it's incredible. Do yourself a favor and read it. But only when you have, like, a full 24 hours free to yourself, because once you get going, you won't be able to tear yourself away.

(also, as an aside, there was a fic called "Our Side" by Anonymous, who I believe is the same Anonymous as the "Factory Settings" author, but the link to the fic no longer works. If anyone has a copy, or the correct link, I'd love to get my hands on it!)

#factory settings #good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #good omens fix it #ish #not really a fix it but more of a what if/alternate possible s3 #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley

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actual-changeling · 6 months

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oh boy. i don't know why i am so nervous to post this fic in particular but here we are. i hope it was worth the wait <3

over 6k of angsty hurt/comfort with a happy ending

tag list under the cut, tell me if you wanna be added/removed!

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itsscottiesstark · 2 months

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Heaven isn't built to house a love like you and I , 37k, T [COMPLETED]

They did it. They stopped Armageddon. They survived. This was it, the first time they were actually free to finally figure out what their side entailed. Aziraphale is a being of love. Always has been. And now, all the love he has for Crowley is free to flow from the edge of his fingertips to the demon's, in a gesture that could only mean one thing; I'm with you. I'm here. As much as his hands itch to reach out for the love of his existence, his words seem to fail him, time and time again. He knows Crowley deserves more than gentle hand holding and forehead kisses in the dark. He aches to scream his love from the top of his lungs, for the whole world to hear. And the demon knows it. And he waits. Because he'll wait forever for Aziraphale. Because he knows they are meant to be one. We take a peak into Aziraphale and Crowley's "peaceful, fragile existence" they slowly carve out for themselves after Armage-not. We get to see Aziraphale slowly but surely reach out for the demon time and time again, bringing them closer than ever. Until Jim happens. And it all goes to shit.

Here's what happens when you spend 6 months thinking about the ineffable idiots constantly, and trying to heal from the devastation season 2 left behind.

We have forehead kisses. We have hand holding. We have love declarations. We have tipsy Muriel. We have love letters. We have naps. Lots of naps. And- yeah, sure, some heartbreak in the middle but what else could I do, sometimes it has to get worse before it gets better.

Show some love please. 🤍

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ennas-aesthetic · 7 months

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Prayer for the Lost (and Things that are Left Behind)

rated T, ~8k words

Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Tags: Good Omens Season 2; Post-Good Omens (TV) Season 2; POV Outsider; Original Character; 6000 Years of Pining (Good Omens); Crowley Prays to Aziraphale; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Angst and Feels; Heaven is a Bureaucracy (Good Omens); Shenanigans of the Prayer Sorting and Inventory Department; Heaven is Terrible (Good Omens); Supreme Archangel Aziraphale (Good Omens); Crowley is a Mess (Good Omens); Biblical Scripture References (Abrahamic Religions); Canon-Typical Drinking; Transcripts; Love Confessions; Fix-It of Sorts; Character Study; Prayers; One Shot

Summary:

Heaven receives an unlikely prayer. A prayer accountant is having a strange day.

༻❁༺

Or: Crowley is drunk, and heartsick, and hurting, and he does what any human does best when facing off adversity.

He prays to Aziraphale.

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"Uhm - that's the thing?" Sariel wrings their hands. Here comes the anomaly part. "The prayer did not come from a mortal, you see." They brace themself.

"It came from a demon."

There is a long silence.

The Supreme Archangel's smile is strained. He tries to laugh, and it comes out fragile and wrong. "Terribly sorry, my dear, but I must have misheard you. You said the prayer – came from a demon?"

"You can hear it for yourself," Sariel offers, and before the Supreme Archangel could answer, before Sariel could even register that their boss, the head honcho of Heaven himself, had gone - if possible - even paler, they had selected an audio file and projected it unto the ether. And then they pressed play.

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#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens s2 #good omens fic #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fix it #good omens fanfic #ineffable spouses #ineffable husbands #I absolutely LOVED writing this one #smtg about prayers and faith and bearing it the best you can #enna rambles

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eviebane · 6 months

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"It's finally all over, then."

Aziraphale nodded dutifully. "I believe it is."

They settled into the familiar silence, feeling flushed with wine. With Armageddon 2.0 at the forefront of their minds the past few months, the old bookshop became heavy with the knowledge that there was another incident to discuss.

"Listen, Crowley, about what happened-"

"Ngk," groaned Crowley. "Forget it, angel."

Aziraphale set his glass down and turned to where Crowley was draped over the opposite sofa, his sunglasses still on his nose. It'd been months since Aziraphale had seen his eyes, the day he left for Heaven and they were cloudly with tears. Crowley had always hated the questions and strange looks from the humans so it became easier to keep them hidden, but over the centuries Aziraphale watched as it melded into his armour; a way to keep his emotions buried from prying eyes.

Aziraphale sighed. "Perhaps, I'd rather prefer not to forget it. Maybe, I only mean, if you're amenable, I- Oh, Crowley, please take those blasted things off."

Crowley raised an eyebrow before slowly sliding them off. His gaze turned to Aziraphale as he took a lazy sip. "If I'm amenable to what, exactly?"

"You know, when you-" Aziraphale made an unhelpful gesture but Crowley seemed to understand.

"When I kissed you?"

"Yes! That." He finished off his glass and set it aside, opting to wringing his hands instead. Crowley gave a baffled shake of the head. "Oh, really Crowley, must you make me say it?"

"Angel, if I knew what on Earth you were on about- say what? About the kiss?" He was gesticulating wildly. "You really want to talk about it right now? I haven't seen you in months! I'd much rather fancy just getting bladdered for the next week."

He collapsed back onto the sofa and pointedly poured them both another glass.

"Well," murmured Aziraphale, "I wasn't actually suggesting we talk about it."

Crowley froze mid-drink. "Oh?"

Aziraphale was looking everywhere except Crowley's eyes, which was a terrible shame because he'd missed them so much. "Well, if you must know, I was rather hoping you might like to...try it again?"

"Oh. Oh, alright." Aziraphale was already on his feet, seeming very much planted to the spot in front of his armchair. Crowley cocked his head. "Are you, uh- I mean, do you want me to-"

"Mmhm."

"Okay." Crowley jumped up and in one long stride, grabbed Aziraphale by the lapels of his coat and pressed their lips together. Aziraphale hummed gleefully, his hands squeezing Crowley's shoulders, keeping him anchored as they swayed on their feet.

After a long moment, Crowley took a half-step back. His eyes searched Aziraphale's frantically, preparing himself for the look of horror or disgust, the rejection.

"Oh, my," Aziraphale smiled instead, his hands still holding Crowley close. "That was certainly better than the last time, my dear. Do you think we could do that again?"

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feralbutfluffy · 7 months

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59: Crowley

Chapter 59 of Too Wise to Woo Peaceably

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A part of Crowley that had been curled into itself since his Fall finally felt as if it might be unfurling, and it hurt .

It didn’t hurt the way the previous two days had hurt. It wasn’t piercing, sharp pain, or the sort of thumping agony that had walloped him into submission and shaken his bones. It wasn’t the stinging sensation of a healed cut being reopened, or the burn of merciless pressure applied to deep bruises.

It was a muscular ache deep in his chest, a kind of soreness that felt necessary and - in a way that he wasn’t too keen to examine - oddly pleasurable.

He tugged at Aziraphale to get him moving and together they shuffled to the side of the room. Crowley reached out and ran a hand over the wall, enjoying the tactile contrast of the soft velvet against the stiff gold thread of the stars.

He turned to Aziraphale, and his eyes creased with amusement. Despite supporting much of his weight the angel was studiously avoiding his gaze; he had been ever since Crowley had eyed the bed and shot him a suggestive look that had made him blush right up to his hairline.

He had hurriedly twisted away to avoid any potential interrogation from Muriel, and Crowley had almost barked out a laugh.

There was something fizzing in his veins, an airy, sparkling excitement needling him from the inside. Ridiculous, really. He couldn’t move around without hanging off someone like an angular scarf, but he felt light. Almost… giddy.

It was alarming. He didn’t know what to do with it.

Aziraphale broke into his thoughts, although his question was directed at Muriel.

“Wherever did you get the books from?”

Crowley tilted his head at Muriel in gentle warning. The angel either didn’t understand it or chose not to, because they smiled and said, “Oh, those are Crowley’s!”

Should have been less gentle about it.

Aziraphale did meet his gaze then, a disbelieving expression on his face. “I thought you didn’t read?”

“Oh, I don’t. They’re, ah, decorative,” he said, raising his eyes to escape the angel’s searching look and was pleasantly surprised to find a constellation on the ceiling above him.

“Of course. Decorative,” said Aziraphale dryly.

A tug around his waist and he was being propelled towards the bookcase. Aziraphale leaned forward to examine the books more closely, forcing Crowley to curl over him to keep his support.

He didn’t mind in the least.

“When did you get Jane Austen’s books?” Aziraphale asked incredulously. “Have you actually read these?”

It was the same tone of voice he might have used if he’d asked; do you really enjoy spending your free time riding elephants around Hyde Park?

Which… Crowley had never ridden an elephant, but if it was anything like riding a horse he would prefer to avoid it, as Aziraphale should well know. That is to say, Aziraphale had used a tone that clearly expected the answer ‘no’. He gave private thanks to the invention of cars for saving him from a lifetime of equestrian bruises and turned his attention back to the book in Aziraphale’s hand: Pride & Prejudice.

“Some of them,” he admitted. “Got curious.” He pointed at the book. “That one’s not bad.”

“Not bad,” repeated Aziraphale faintly. He was staring at him in such shock that Crowley wasn’t sure whether to be amused or offended. Then he noticed the burning intensity in his eyes, the hungry searching look, and he decided on neither.

He wasn't amused or offended, he was just...

He was just so bloody soft on him. It was appalling really, and the weight of it made Crowley feel like his knees might give out, so it was just as well he was already using the angel as a crutch.

“And these?” Aziraphale made a sweeping gesture that started at Hamlet and stopped at Much Ado About Nothing.

“Shakespeare,” Crowley said with a shrug. “Sort of compulsory to own Shakespeare, isn’t it?”

“No,” murmured Aziraphale thoughtfully, “No, it’s not.”

Crowley turned his attention to Muriel, who had wandered into the room behind them. They had their gold star clutched tightly to their chest, their other hand holding a bottle by the neck like a seasoned drinker, a bottle of-

Crowley recognised it immediately. His eyebrows shot up.

“Is that Talisker 10?”

Muriel swung the bottle up to their eyeline and squinted at it. “Yes! At least, I think so? Is that okay?”

“Okay? It’s brilliant! Thought you’d be back with a bottle of Buckfast, to be honest.”

“Buckfast?” Muriel handed him the bottle and fidgeted with the gold star he had given them. They were holding it pinched between their thumb and middle finger, spinning it absent-mindedly.

“It’s a type of wine-” started Crowley.

“Hardly,” interrupted Aziraphale.

“Such a snob,” said Crowley fondly, before continuing, “It’s a fortified wine. With caffeine. Imagine wine and coffee together in a single sweet, syrupy concoction... It’d give you palpitations, Muriel. Literally and figuratively.”

Muriel nodded, and plopped themselves down on the armchair.

Crowley cast a critical eye over them and twisted Aziraphale away from the bookcase. Muriel’s hair was rumpled and they looked a bit tired, which wasn’t right, because Muriel didn’t need sleep, hadn’t even been aware they could sleep a few months ago.

“Y’alright, Muriel?”

Muriel sighed and smiled. Their eyelids drooped. “Yes. Everything is alright now. Safe, and happy, and- and safe .”

Aziraphale squeezed Crowley’s wrist and guided them both over to Muriel. Crowley unhooked himself from Aziraphale’s shoulders to slide down and sit with his back against the front of the chair. He cradled the bottle in his lap and looked up at them. “You sure you’re alright?”

Muriel tilted their head towards him and nodded emphatically. “Yes. I am aaaalright,” they said drowsily. “I am alright …” They yawned, kicking off their shoes before pulling up their legs and tucking their feet beneath them. “... You are alright, he, she is alright, we are alright, you plural are alright, they are alright…”

Crowley was looking at them now - really looking at them - and suspicion had ballooned in his mind as he’d listened to them.

Muriel pointed down at him. “Aziraphale told me you liked liquor, which is- it’s- is spelled with a Q . Did you know that? Good thing I didn’t have to write it down! Anyway, the nice man, the nice man in the shop, he- he-” Muriel smiled again. “He’s very nice. Very kind. Anyway. Anyway! He said you would like that one.” Muriel hiccuped. “And he was right!” They frowned suddenly, “He was right, right?”

The suspicion became a certainty.

“Yeah. Yeah, he was right,” he said distractedly. Muriel, have you been drinking? ”

Muriel reared back looking highly offended. “No, obviously not! I would never drink! I just tasted. It’s not the same thing if you’re just tasting .”

“Right,” Crowley dragged the word out slowly, turning to catch Aziraphale’s eye. He was suddenly transported to a very different night in the Library in Alexandria, the memory so clear he could almost taste the wine on his tongue; He’d been sitting with his back against the stacks, a bottle of wine in his hand, watching Aziraphale glance around nervously before saying, “Well, I suppose it’s alright if I’m only tasting it…”

He dragged himself back to the present.

“Famous last words,” he drawled, amused, then raised an eyebrow and mouthed ‘... Alexandria ’ at the angel.

He was gratified when Aziraphale blushed.

“The man said it was a very good liquor…” Muriel said, head lolling against the tall back of the chair. “I’m glad you like it. The room, I mean… And the liquor too. Though I didn’t have as much to do with that…?” They looked vaguely concerned, as if it had just occurred to them that maybe they should have gone out and harvested the barley themselves.

Crowley eyed her consideringly. He thought about the first time he’d got properly pissed. It hadn’t taken much. He’d been quick to develop a tolerance, but that first time…

It had been a learning curve, to say the least.

Granted, he’d been on a mission to blot out his memories of The Great Flood by any means necessary, so his drinking had had a particular sense of urgency about it. He’d brute forced his way to a high tolerance with the sort of relentless determination that would have speedily destroyed the liver and kidneys of a less demonic body.

As he recalled, it had taken quite a bit longer before Aziraphale had been able to handle his drink.

And hadn’t that been a fun time?

Crowley sighed. Even a small amount of alcohol would mean Muriel would need to rest. It took a certain familiarity with intoxication for angels to learn how to sober up on demand. Any ill-effects of their having tasted whisky would have to be dealt with the old-fashioned way. That is to say, in a more human way: water, sleep, and possibly a minor miracle in the morning to help with the headache.

He turned to look at Muriel, whose body had slipped into the contours of the chair like a liquid. Their eyes were heavy-lidded, the relaxing atmosphere of the room lulling them into a daze.

Aziraphale came forward then, crouching before them. “Muriel, let’s get you comfortable so you can have a rest,” he said, and offered them his hand.

Muriel slipped their hand into his and allowed him to pull them to their feet. They swayed gently and blinked owlishly. They squinted at Aziraphale, then down at Crowley.

“Are you two friends now?”

Aziraphale blinked and then stammered out a sound so strangled it was impossible to tell if it was even a word.

“Of course,” Crowley crooned soothingly, holding his hand out for similar assistance. Aziraphale pulled him up to standing with a huff and Crowley leaned against him, resting his elbow on his shoulder. “Friendsss,” he said, letting the word out in a sardonic hiss. He didn’t need to look at Aziraphale to know he was making a face.

Always so proper…

It made him want to turn and flick his tongue against the angel’s neck.

Muriel beamed, their thoughts too hazy to pick up on the slightly mocking tone. “That’s lovely!” They sighed contentedly. “Friends!”

“I’ll set up the sofa for them,” Aziraphale whispered, and pointed Crowley at the armchair with a raised eyebrow. “You wait here. Friend .”

“Not going to let them take the bed?” Crowley asked innocently, collapsing into the armchair as directed and slouching against the armrest.

Aziraphale took a firm grasp of Muriel’s elbow and shot him a heated look.

Crowley smirked.

“Come, dear. Let’s get you comfortable in the other room,” the angel said through gritted teeth, steering Muriel out the door without a backward glance.

Crowley opened the bottle of Talisker and took a swig, enjoying the pleasant burn as he swallowed it down.

He let his head fall back and smiled lazily at the stars on the ceiling.

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tismrot · 4 months

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CROWLEY HAD REHEARSED HIS CONFESSION

What if Crowley had planned a confession? Written and rehearsed it and everything? What if he had finally found the courage to take responsibility for past mistakes and do right by Aziraphale? What if Gabriel arriving ruined everything he had spent years building up?

I wrote an alternate ending, what would have happened if Gabriel stayed in Heaven. The confession is delivered, and there is fluff, there is 🌶️, there is everything that should have been.

Last chapter (the alternate ending) HERE

The previous chapters of the fic HERE (about what happens between season 1 and 2)

It’s finished! My first finished fic! Unholy Heaven!

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sapphic-bats · 3 months

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Haters will tell you that season two ended with them splitting apart. The credits rolled after they kissed.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens fix it #I’m delusional #giggle giggle #ineffable husbands #aziracrow

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sparrowsortadrawzzz · 5 months

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...The Taco Bell Fixit Comic...

special thank you @atthispointeverythingischaos for this wonderful piece of CRACK AJGNDJVN

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andiwriteordie · 8 months

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hymns for a broken heart | 17.9k words

“This is for you,” she says, pushing the vinyl over to Crowley. The demon barely even acknowledges it, his eyes still trained on Maggie and his posture still incredibly stiff. “I wasn’t sure what type of music you’d like, so I took a guess. Anyways. I – well, my nan… she always used to tell me that music was good for me. It was… cathartic. It could help me process and feel all those emotions that I had trouble putting words to. And,” Maggie smiles, “she said there’s no better cure for a broken heart than a good song.”

Or:

Five records Maggie gives to Crowley, plus one she gives to Aziraphale.

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now entering my good omens era, i guess

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midnights-dragon · 1 month

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Good Omens people who like post-s2 angst and hurt/comfort fanfic I need you to listen to me and do yourself a favor and go read this fic IMMEDIATELY (you must have an acc as it is accs only no anon!)

it's not super long even it's only four chapters PLEASE READ IT you are doing yourself a disservice if you don't oh my fucking god PLEASE I LOVE IT SO MUCH. PLEASE PLEASE READ IT. depressed/disassociated Crowley being taken care of by Aziraphale who has been banished from Heaven, featuring Crowley's old lady neighbor, and a rendition of boys don't cry in the form of angel's don't cry.

PLEASEEE READ THIS AND SHOW THE AUTHOR LOVE IT ONLY HAS LIKE 1K HITS TIHS NEEDS TO BE AT LIKE. ONE MILLILN

also just now realized with going to subscribe to the author that they also wrote my FAVORITE chronic pain crowley fic so GO READ THAT TOO OMFGGG

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karmaisntab · 9 months

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SO WHAT WILL WE DO WHEN-

“Oh, Crowley.” Aziraphale smiled forlornly at the demon. “The only reason I accepted the Archangel position in the first place was because you would be able to come with me.”

Crowley’s heart stopped. “But I didn’t want that. To come with you. To Heaven.”

Aziraphale’s eyes darted away from Crowley’s. “Well, yes, and I-I should have thought of that.” And in a quieter voice, “The Metatron made me think otherwise. And by the time I wanted out- well, he mentioned the Second Coming, and it was then I knew that there *was* no out.”

His heart squeezed painfully in his chest. “Oh, Angel.”

“Yes,” Aziraphale chuckled, “well, I don’t suppose that we could be friends again. If you would be okay with that.”

He seemed both reluctant and hopeful at the same time.

“I don’t think I can do that.” Crowley grunted. “Be friends with you again.”

And before Aziraphale’s dawning horror led him to do something drastic, he quickly continued-

“Not without you doing the apology dance.”

Aziraphale looked relieved. “I do believe that can be arranged.”

He adjusted his waistcoat, before going-

“You were right, you were right,

I was wrong, you were right.” And when he bowed, Crowley felt like he had done the world a favour.

Or a damnation, considering he was a demon.

He pretended to consider something, before saying, “Alright.”

Aziraphale hesitated, before- “But I-I was wondering, if, well, if you’d be alright with…” At this, Crowley raised an eyebrow. “…it, then can we be… more than friends?”

Shock made him freeze for a split second.

Then they were kissing.

It was unlike the last time- Aziraphale was the one who initiated, Crowley was the one not responding- from shock, and when he realised this, he started to kiss back immediately- his Angel had a fistful of his shirt, and Crowley didn’t know where to put his hands.

They eventually settled on his back.

When they parted, Crowley immediately took his glasses off.

Aziraphale smiled at him. His breath got caught in his throat.

Crowley tilted his head forward a bit, hesitantly kissed Aziraphale- it was shy, and only went on for a few seconds- and stopped soon after to take a step back and run his hand through his hair.

“I forgive you.”

Aziraphale’s answering smile was the sweetest, most tooth-rotting thing that Crowley had ever laid his eyes upon.

Perhaps they would be able to get through this.

Ao3

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