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A few months following the not-pocalypse, Aziraphale and Crowley get inconveniently discorporated. Unable to return to their home offices, they elect to grow new bodies themselves....with a little help from their friends.
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Controlled Burn by Kaini
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
16 Nov 2024
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Supreme Archangel Aziraphale has a meeting with the new Grand Duke of Hell, but it isn't who he expected.
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In a world where the not-pocolipse never happened, Gabriel was on his way to Aziraphale to get a standard report. Unfortunately, the bookshop is locked, and he overhears the strangest conversation
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the one where Gabriel decides to play matchmaker and some really odd changes take place
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- Part 1 of The Good Company AU
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The Great Pretender or A Man with (at least two) Secrets by Makkoska
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
04 Sep 2020
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The demon Crowley is seeing Mr Fell, a peculiar and fascinating bookshop owner. He knows the man has secrets, but doesn’t quite realize the extent of them.
Or: It’s London, the 21st century. An ethereal and an occult creature meet and fall in love without realizing they are missing essential information about the other. -
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Detective (well, Profiler actually, not that anyone seems to care) Aziraphale Fell should have dropped his one and only Criminal Informant the moment he realized he was already falling in love with the man. Alas, he's never had good ideas regarding his self-preservation: when Anthony Crowley calls, he always comes. He will always come.
If this wasn't already very bad, his feelings are apparently reciprocated and, in the meantime, his unit has to catch the worst serial killer Washington D.C. has probably ever seen.
Crowley has no intention of leaving Aziraphale to deal with this on his own; Aziraphale has no intention of letting Crowley do something stupid just for his sake. Ah, if only love could ever be something easy.“Sometimes I wish I’d met you in a park.”
Crowley’s hands move lower, down, down until he reaches Aziraphale’s palms and intertwines their fingers. There isn’t a single chance this gesture can fall under the umbrella of ‘plausible deniability’. Though nothing about this sort of impromptu confession could.
“A park, uh? Nice.” A squeeze. “I always imagine something like a library. Or a bookshop or, not sure, whatever place is full of books.”