A humble series of GO drabbles and ficlets.
#1. Love
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Crowley and Aziraphale are lovers.
They weren't always, of course. When they first met, they tried to kill each other.
It took decades before they could have a civil conversation that didn't end in one being inconveniently discorporated.
It took a few centuries for Crowley to consider Aziraphale a friend.
It took a few thousand years and a failed Apocalypse for them to fall in love.
Now, they walk in St. James Park, holding hands and feeding the ducks. When they go out for dinner together, Crowley calls him "angel" and kisses him, not caring who might see or judge them. They fall asleep in each other's arms and wake to each other's smiles.
From Heaven, God looks down. And He says that it is good.