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Painted in the Margins by D_Cocca
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
23 Jun 2025
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Anthony runs The Serpent’s Spine, a radical bookshop tucked into a corner of Dalston—a haven for anarchists, queer kids, and anyone who still believes in fighting back. Locals call him “the Serpent of Dalston”: sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and just dangerous enough to be left alone.
Ezra paints in the quiet hours of the night under the name “Aziraphale”—an anonymous street artist known for breathtaking murals of angels and half-remembered Edens. His work has gone viral more than once, but no one knows his face. He plans to keep it that way.
One speaks in sharp truths, the other in silence and brushstrokes. Neither of them is looking for connection—but their two worlds collide when Ezra enters The Serpent’s Spine looking for books about art.
A story about resistance, hidden identities, and falling in love in a world that keeps trying to tear you apart.
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these furious passions, these chances by Ark for triedunture
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
01 Sep 2019
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Jesus fucking Christ, he’s in love with Crowley.
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29 Jan 2025
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Rain (That you slept through) by First_sin
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
14 Jan 2024
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But Aziraphale doesn't smell holy anymore. He smells of caramel and lemon pies, an undertone of mild spices. He smelled like old books and vintage cologne for a long time, but Crowley soon came to realize that that was the smell of the bookshop. To actually distinguish the two smells, one has to be sitting really close to the angel. Which as of right now, Sunday, a quarter past four p.m., was not close enough.
They were on the opposite side of the only couch in the bookshop, with Crowley sprawling on the left side, scrolling a teen magazine the angel must’ve subscribed to in the early twenties and subsequently forgot about. Aziraphale has migrated from his desk with some decade old book he claimed was a ‘comfort read’, whatever that may be. And it really should not have struck as a surprise when Aziraphale laid his hand on top of Crowley’s. It should not have shook him to the core because they have been holding hands for weeks now, slowly inching closer everyday, but Crowley has always been simmering in the wanting of things, that finally having them leaves him breathless. And God knew he was not good at letting go of things once he had them, so for a long time, he made sure he never had Aziraphale.
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