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More for Rectober.....

I will post some brilliant and fantastic Ineffable Husband fics. Not sure if anyone reads Good Omens but I have to post my lovely new otp.


On The Necessity of a Temptation by darcylindberg Summary:
“Let’s get lunch,” Crowley said, sauntering into the bookshop one October afternoon, his hair a little windswept and his cheeks a little pink from the chill, “what do you think, Le Café du Marché?”

Whatever it was that was waiting to give inside Aziraphale’s chest snapped like a twig. He didn’t even like French food.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale said, setting down his book with an argumentative slap. “You don’t even like French food.”

The world hadn’t ended, which was all well and good. If only this had. This, of course, being lunch.

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*This is so funny and clever her writing style is just fun and enjoyable to read.


Team Ineffable-A Pokemon Gomens Story by WyvernQuill Summary:
"Ngk. I am. Actually." Crowley puffed up his chest. "Local highscore holder in Pokémon. Champion, that's me."

"No!" Aziraphale gasped. Crowley's preening intensified. "What an honour!"

"I know the... the pokydox by heart." He boasted proudly, and reveled in the adoring looks Aziraphale was throwing him.*

*He had the nagging feeling that this might come back to bite him.

"I'll have to tell my godson I met you!" Aziraphale exclaimed brightly.*

*Yup, there it was.

More under the cut

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Hell or High Water by threadoflife Summary:
“I’ll say whatever I like to you, Crowley.” Aziraphale leaned forward. He exerted pressure on Crowley’s throat, slight but there. “Because I’ve been silent for six thousand years. I’ve felt all this and didn’t even know because I wasn’t even—wasn’t even allowed to think it. To imagine it. And now that I’m free to do it…”

(Aziraphale gets a little emotional during sex. Crowley, who is very good with emotions, tries to deal.)


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Hold You Down.Kiss You So Hard"> by coloursflyaway Summary:
After the Apocalypse hasn't happened, Aziraphale is finally ready to be with Crowley, but every time he tries to get closer to the demon, Crowley pulls away.
Until Aziraphale convinces him to stop running.

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Salinity by Drawlight Summary:
It's an odd thing, getting on after the End of the World. Crowley takes to sea-watching.

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A Bolt From The Heavens by coloursflyaway Summary:
Aziraphale is going to show Crowley just how much he is loved.
Through touch.

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Good Endings by WyvernQuill
Summary:
A Narrative of Certain Events following the Ending of the World (Except Not Quite), as vaguely hinted at in The Slapdash and Not Very Helpful Prophetic Tidbit of Agnes Nutter, Witch (And Matchmaker.)



"Their lives are in horrible, terrible danger that only we can save them from!" Anathema held up the Prophetic Tidbit. "It says so. Right here."
Madame Tracy peered at the page.
Raised a meaningful eyebrow.
"Dearie, as a woman of, well, considerable experience, I really don't think that's what 'the lyttle Deathe' means in this context..."

"Huh." Anathema squinted. Flipped the page. Read another bit. "....huh."



(Or, alternatively: Eight - give or take - matchmakers trying really, really hard, honest; two clueless ethereal/occult beings mutually pining their endless days away; and one witch, who can't leave well enough alone when it comes to matters of the heart, no matter how many centuries ago she died.)

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Marriage and Misery by WyvernQuill Summary:
Aziraphale firmly told himself he would not make such a maudlin spectacle of himself any longer.

Fine, then. He loved. Crowley did not.

They were husbands nonetheless, in nothing but name; strangers apart from their wordless shared evenings and some polite conversations on occasion.

Love would not - could not - change a thing.

Marriage, especially the arranged variety, is an enterprise wraught with pitfalls; moreso, Lord Aziraphale Fell is quickly learning, when hearts become involved.

Troublesome things, really, hearts.
Only fit to break...

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The Plantom Menace by theinwell33 Summary:
There is an urban legend well known in this area regarding The Plant Man. Footage exists, blurry and ill-lit, of the trespassing fiend, but it never provides a good look at his face. He exists only as a rumor; a giggled whisper in someone’s ear at the pub, an inside joke at uni, and a viral sensation.

None of these things mean he is not real.

That being said, the only person who can corroborate the truth about the Plant Man is the man himself. And unfortunately, Anthony J. Crowley has no idea that it’s him.
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