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The Shop in Mayfair by rfsmiley
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
11 Mar 2023
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the poor guy owned a plant shop in Mayfair and that was his only crime
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28 Jun 2026
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No Road To Lead Us Back by gaslightgallows (hearts_blood) for meetmeatthecoda
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
23 Jun 2026
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On an endless highway in the middle of the American desert, an angel and a demon stop to look at the stars.
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All Seasons by rfsmiley
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
19 Jul 2023
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A deal is struck in the early 1500s with far-reaching consequences. Aziraphale departs for Germany as Lutheranism begins. Meanwhile, Crowley lingers in England to witness the early days of the Anglican Church, and to make the dangerous acquaintance of a man named Thomas More.
Or: everyone out here bein like crowley had a thing for leonardo and I’m like girl listen. He has a type
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27 Jun 2026
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“The ineffable plan,” said Aziraphale, as if it was obvious. “It’s simple. Loving you must be part of it. I shall never have to choose.”
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Aziraphale had said it.
More unbelievable than jealousy, more impossible than their newfound freedom of touch, he had said it: the thing, the great and terrible Word, as much of a cataclysm as the original one, in the very Beginning. And, even beyond that, he had reconciled it with his beliefs, his unshakable faith. Crowley had not even considered it, but such a thing might be possible. Aziraphale’s wings were still white, after all. Unlike Thomas More, he might never have to be a martyr. He could just be an angel. Whole and intact.
An angel could love a demon. There didn’t have to be a price.
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“You’re staring.”
“Oh dear,” says Aziraphale, completely unapologetic. “How rude of me.”
Crowley begins to smile something slow, bright, and lovely, but he schools it with a bite to his lower lip. Aziraphale thinks of the way he looked two millennia ago, pressed up against the wall with Aziraphale's blessing healing his wounds, the only demon to experience divine ecstasy and live to tell the tale. How Aziraphale's hands itch to do it again, and again, and again. Crowley opens his mouth as if to say something, but then stops and spins around instead to go back to stirring the curry.
“Shut up,” he says to the stove, flustered.
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“Look at them,” Aziraphale says softly, but his gaze is unfixed and he’s not talking about anyone in particular. Just the city as a whole, just the unlikely rise of glass and steel, the improbable pinpoints of pale lamplight and neon flickering to life as London begins to wake: the implausible reality of the life humanity has built for itself here out of nothing but courage and tenacity and hope. “Look at everything they’ve done. Everything they can do.”
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It’s the first day, but it’s an old story.
Series
- Part 1 of good morning