#ineffable bastards

[pendragyn]

Chapter 27 revisions complete

I'm really dithering over posting this. Dunno if anyone else is interesting in my GO x Discworld opus that I got burned out writing and am finally trying to get back to and finish but I'm putting it out there anyway.

Ineffable Bastards (277270 words) by Pendragyn Chapters: 42/? Fandom: Good Omens, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Loose Canon, BAMF Aziraphale (Good Omens), BAMF Crowley (Good Omens), Angst, Fluff, Humor, 6000 Years of Pining (Good Omens), Aziraphale and Crowley Met Before The Fall (Good Omens), Post-Canon, Discworld References, Mythology, Wing Grooming, Kissing, Hurt/Comfort, 6000 Years of Slow Burn (Good Omens), 6000 Years of Friendship (Good Omens), No Beta We Die Like Disposable Demons, Heaven is Terrible (Good Omens), Not Good Omens Season 2 Compliant, Not Good Omens Season 3 Compliant, Post-Good Omens (TV) Season 1, Angels and Demons Have No Inherent Gender (Good Omens), They/Them Pronouns For All Angels And Demons (Good Omens) Series: Part 9 of Ineffable Bastards Universe Summary:

BEING REVISED ∞ 9 July 2026 ∞ CHAPTER 27 UPDATED The world didn’t end, but everything changed, and the reformed angel and the former demon decide to forge a new path together after they break free, and neither hellfire nor holy water is going to stop them now.

They have their own side to look out for, and it's a lot bigger than just the two of them. Which is good because you can’t fight heaven and hell alone. (Well you can try, but…) Along the way they make an arrangement of mutual trust with some witches and wizards and end up saving the world, and each other, again.

[The previous works in the series "Ineffable Bastards Universe" are all worldbuilding for this one, starting from "In The Garden".]

[st4rdustt-stuff]

[atesomerocks]

LOOK im trash and @10yrsyart d+d au and their book omens fuckin killed me so enjoy these TRASH doodles

[angel-and-serpent]

  Never Too Warm

(500 words. Written as part of DIWS server's Guess the Author event, round 5. The prompt was "A summer's night in South Downs")

Crowley flopped down on the garden lounger with a groan, a sullen mess of long limbs sprawled about. Aziraphale was sitting next to him in his own chair, fanning himself feebly. With his bowtie, vest, socks and shoes discarded, the top two buttons of his collar undone, and his sleeves rolled back to his forearms, he was practically indecent. Beside him on a table sat a two tall glasses of Pimms, miraculously still chilled. Even as the last rays of sunlight faded in the sky and made way for night, the lingering heat of the afternoon was stifling in their garden.

 "Humans get given a whole blessed planet to themselves, and in only a million generations they turn it into this sweltering cesspool," Crowley grumbled.

 "You've literally been to Hell," Aziraphale pointed out.

 "And I stayed up here as much as possible!" he replied. He turned himself to sitting upright with another irritated groan. He plucked the front of his black dress and flapped it to get some cool air. "Can't we just go back inside, in the air conditioner?"

 "Nonsense," answered Aziraphale with what enthusiasm he could muster. "It's a perfectly beautiful evening! Look at the colours of that setting sky! The birds and insects are singing nature's harmonies. There's a bit of a breeze..."

 ""Breeze, my arse."

 Aziraphale cast him a sharp stare. "It's not like we haven't survived a summer before, without modern cooling devices."

 "Barely," he muttered. "The worst part is this," Crowley held out a limp lock of hair that he was attempting to grow out again. "It keeps-" he aggressively swiped at the back of his neck, "-sticking to me!"

 "Why don't you tie it back?" Aziraphale suggested, trying to be helpful.

 "'S'at that bloody in-between stage!" Crowley growled. "Can't do a thing with it."

Aziraphale watched Crowley huff and grimace, desperate for relief. Being the angel he was, he couldn't stand to see suffering, especially not his husband.

  "Come here, my love," he beckoned him. He sat up, put his feet apart on each side of his own lounger, and patted the space in front of him. Crowley grumbled and griped before giving in and plopped down in front of him.

 Aziraphale took an ice cube from his drink and ran it across the back of Crowley's neck.

 Crowley jumped in shock at the contact. "What th- A BIT OF WARNING, FIRST!" His annoyance soon melted as the ice cube did, giving him glorious respite. As a final flourish to his act of mercy, Aziraphale blew against the wet of his neck and sent a shiver up his spine.

 "There," Aziraphale declared. "Any better?"

 "Infinitely," Crowley sighed with relief and pleasure, a smile across his face and his eyes closed. He reclined back into Aziraphale's arms, a puddle of contentment.

 "Sorry if I'm too warm for you," Aziraphale apologised softly.

 "Shut up," Crowley replied without malice.

 "Did you still want to go back inside?"

 "No," Crowley said, "I'd rather be here with you."

[ibelieveinhomer]

Crowley loves classical music, he'd definitely listen to it more if it weren't for the Bentley turning everything into Freddie... In fact he used to listen to classical music a lot back when it was trendy, he often hung with the musicians and intellectuals who held cultural gatherings with chamber music (those events always ended up with some aristocrats getting in trouble for various scandals), but his interests were always intercepted by his biggest enemy: the church. Each and every church had mingled with the most talented musicians and he had often found himself unable to listen to concerts held on consacrated ground.

So he decided he would get a revenge.

He tempted his way through all the best musicians, and damned them all: Wagner, Mozart, Beethoven, all the Bachs... He had bragged about hell having all the best in the field with Aziraphale once, but he had never told him that he was the one making sure of it.

Aziraphale, of course, knew. Paganini had obviously made a deal with someone, and no other demon would care about music enough to grant such a wish to that extent.

So he used the information to his advantage, back in the nineteenth century: he invited Crowley to a concert that he knew the demon would love.

If he thought about that evening he couldn't remember anything about the music, even though it had to be wonderful, but he remembered him clearly: his broad smile at the invite, and the softer one during the concert, the glow in his eyes and the pink in his cheeks when he spotted Aziraphale looking at him right when he had let his guard down, when bewilderment was painted on his face.

What Aziraphale didn't notice was that the expression he had witnessed that time was the same expression Crowley often had when he was looking at him.

[darkartist98]

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Nightingales will be released on November 14th! A Good Omens fan song that has been in the works for over three weeks. Preview it on my blog!

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[alienslikedmyfantasy]

Good Omens says that the dinosaurs were a joke humanity hasn't figured out yet. I feel like Gabriel made the dinosaurs and God was like nope and hurried them and the joke is that that's why Gabriel is grumpy

[itsnotvic]

Crowley: Hastur, you are what you see in the mirror

Hastur: But I see nothing

Crowley: Exactly