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1. Ineffably Sorted by Ignatius_Stormborn

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

   • Mature
   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • M/M
   • Work in Progress

   26 Feb 2024

   Tags

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   • Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
   • Aziraphale (Good Omens)
   • Crowley (Good Omens)
   • Metatron (Good Omens)
   • Beelzebub (Good Omens)
   • Muriel (Good Omens)
   • Fix-It of Sorts
   • Canon Compliant
   • Post-Canon
   • Self-Doubt
   • Self-Discovery
   • Religious Guilt
   • Aziraphale Has Religious Trauma (Good Omens)
   • Crowley Was Raphael Before Falling (Good Omens)
   • First Kiss
   • Second Kiss
   • Second Chances
   • Metatron Bashing (Good Omens)
   • I don't like the coffee theory but I understand its merit as a coping mechanism
   • Eventual Fluff
   • Love Confessions
   • Genderfluid Crowley (Good Omens)
   • Gratuitous use of italics
   • Protective Crowley (Good Omens)

   Summary

   Aziraphale doesn't remember the elevator to heaven taking quite this long. No matter, it's giving him time to ruminate on the sort of angel he is, and the sort of demon Crowley is.

   And, perhaps, the sort of thing they could be together.

   Now, how long does this elevator usually take? And where did Metatron fade off to?

   OR

   "You're the bad guys" he hadn't meant to say but had said anyways. He'd lumped Crowley in with the sort he wasn't, not really, not anymore. He'd been trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to explain all of this to Crowley. Neither of them are the angel sort, but Crowley still has enough in common with that sort to justify resorting.

   Or so Aziraphale had thought.

   He knew he wasn't the perfect angelic sort. He was a hedonist, full of pride for his bookshop, envious towards the bicycle girl's possession of Agnes Nutter's book, and utterly incapable of apologizing unless in the form of a dance.

   And then there was the blasted way Crowley insisted on sauntering with his snake-hips. 

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