@rosaamy here’s the good omens recs I promised. not a comprehensive list obv but a good start
TwoFish [pre-2019]
One of my favorite fics, not just in Good Omens fandom, but in any fandom, ever.
Going Home [pre-2019]
Aziraphale gets recalled to heaven, which Crowley takes as gracefully as you’d expect.
Falling Rain [pre-2019]
Back in the days before the Arrangement, there was a terribly big flood. There was also a stowaway demon and an angel who hitched a ride on the Ark.
Trust, Charity, & the Fine Art of Incompetence [pre-2019]
Aziraphale receives orders to redeem Crowley, and Crowley receives orders to make Aziraphale Fall.
A Matter of Convenience [pre-2019]
“You know,” Crowley rasped as he struggled to scrape himself off the ground, “I can't shake the feeling that there must be an easier way to go about this.” A possible take on the birth of the Arrangement.
Lie Back and Think of Dinner
"Crowley, this is a disaster. This is everything I ever wanted. We’re in love. And there’s a picnic. And we don’t seem to be able to get…amorous without causing earthquakes.”
good for the soul
The demon raises an eyebrow in an unnaturally perfect arch. "Not really my purview, is it, confession?" "You'll think it's funny. Well, you might." The corners of his mouth turn up, nervously, though there's that look in his eyes - a combination of warmth and weight that tugged at Crowley even before he knew what it meant. He's still not sure what to do with it, even after all this time. "Angel," he begins, "you don't have to-" "For the longest time, you see, I worried it was a - I think it's called a long game."
Any Other Name
What if Aziraphale’s name was originally "Aziraphael", in keeping with the conventional spelling and pronunciation of other angel names, but because of its divine nature, Crowley is physically unable to say it out loud.
A Six Foot Baby With a One Track Mind
For the OTD Good Omens prompt meme, and the prompt 'someone tells Gabriel what a himbo is (because he is one)'.
The One in Which Crowley Discovers Wanking
It began, like most memorable events in Crowley’s life did, with a bad decision; like most bad decisions, it involved poor impulse control and copious amounts of alcohol. The Antichrist had been born, and he put on lipstick and kitten heels to deal with it, but knew that the clock was ticking, and at times when time was slipping away, it helped to hold onto a bottle of gin.
Wings and How to Hide Them
Crowley's been annoyingly in love for six thousand years. What's another lifetime between friends? Or: Aziraphale definitely fucks and isn't that just perfect?
