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PLEASE SEE AUTHOR'S NOTE IN FIRST CHAPTERCrowley does not stop laughing, Crowley is actively sinking to the ground getting mud in their skirts with the force in which they are laughing at Aziraphale.The angels capture Aziraphale and Crowley and take them to Heaven, to a cliff Crowley remembers well. Making an Effort (Good Omens) Whump; Genderfluid Crowley (Good Omens) Suicide Attempt; Temporary Character Death; Summary. And none of them have ever liked Crowley. They underestimated the wrath that had been enflamed against them. Crowley Whump (Good Omens) Bottom Aziraphale (Good Omens) Top Crowley (Good Omens) Summary. Specifically nearly losing his best friend and it’s making him face some truths. An unlikely friendship made his punishment both the best and the worst one he’d ever gotten.Aziraphale is recalled to Heaven and immediately sentenced to the loss of his 2nd set of wings. Ezra fell, an award-winning novelist, has just sold the one millionth copy of his newest book. It was a small thing, wood and painted black. Anthony J. Crowley, fallen angel, the Serpent of Eden, professional nuisance, and demon who was definitely not a little, was also lying.Ezra fell, an award-winning novelist, has just sold the one millionth copy of his newest book. Just found this edit from @heymomlookimadeablog. Legendario.”Ese no era el plan de Aziraphale - Sólo quería estar con su amado.Crowley sabía que solo era cuestión de tiempo antes de La Grande.For millennia, the angels were taught one thing: that at the end of the world, they will meet the forces of evil in battle and fight for the glory of Heaven. When Beelzebub called on Crowley, he knew he was in trouble. The loss of his second set of wings costs Aziraphale a portion of his power since they’re tied to his essence.
He doesn't know what to do with it, all of those memories were taken away, but they come back to him in pieces, digging up all sorts of things. Ever since he was young, Ezra Fell dreamed of adventure. They may just be random ones I wanted to write but not dedicate a lot of time to doing.“¿Por qué follaría a un demonio? In this fic, we follow the lives of the AU versions of Good Omens characters, as it takes place in the writer's room. But for whatever cruel reason, tonight it took him back to another place where these were actions that meant pain.Anthony J. Crowley, fallen angel, the Serpent of Eden, professional nuisance, and demon who was definitely not a little, was most assuredly not jealous of the little currently seated on Aziraphale's lap. 476 notes. It has to be now. Aziraphale is beaten and tortured, Crowley forced to watch, as they attempt to make him renounce his love for Crowley. It starts as a walk-by glance and suddenly disappears. But a destracted demon is a vulnerable demon and he might just lose everything"Crowley and Aziraphale are both captured by a group of demons, Aziraphale because they need an angel for something and he’s the easiest target, and Crowley because he was there.Once the demons have them contained, they start talking about how they only need an angel and Crowley’s not only completely unnecessary, he’ll be a real pain to keep subdued. He knows there ought to be a thorough discussion of this one day, but it was far easier to simply enjoy the angel's company and postpone the ensuing argument as much as possible.But the truth unfolds (well, not so much as unfolds, but is rather ripped right out from under him) as his men throw Aziraphale to the floor before his throne. Aziraphale, who thought of Crowley as his friend and companion. It would make the most sense to murder him and be done with it. Since their trials and executions did not go as planned, Heaven and Hell will have their revenge on Aziraphale and Crowley. “How are you doing, angel?”He pitched forward, and Crowley caught him before he could face-plant into the ground.“Angel! And he could never fall for the brash and abrasive Mr. Anthony J. Crowley.It was just one silly little trip to find a silly little amulet in Egypt.It's been three months since the Apoca-Nope. Sometimes that means boiling pits of sulfur, sometimes it means blood and pain, and sometimes it means being stuck in traffic for six hours on what had been a previously pleasant Tuesday afternoon.