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  1. Public Bookmark 31

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    GOOD OMENS S3 SPOILERS!!

    A year and a half after their first date, Asa Fell wakes up beside Anthony Crowley, who claims to have had a very strange dream.

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    Anthony calls Asa angel for the first time.

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    14 May 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 48

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    GOOD OMENS S3 MAJOR SPOILERS!!! IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT, DON'T READ.

    A man walks into a bookshop on a Tuesday afternoon looking for a book on astrophysics.
    This is not, on the face of it, a remarkable event. People walk into bookshops every day. The Tuesday afternoon in question is grey and slightly damp, which is the default setting for Tuesday afternoons in London, and the man — tall, red-haired, wearing glasses that are absolutely not appropriate for the weather — does not look like someone in the grip of destiny.
    Neither does the bookshop's librarian, for that matter.
    But here is the thing about destiny: it doesn't particularly care what you look like, or whether you've combed your hair, or whether the astrophysics section is embarrassingly wedged between Gardening and Philosophy. Destiny has a long memory and a great deal of patience, and it has been waiting, in one form or another, for rather a long time.
    The man's name is on the cover of the book. The librarian's name is Asa Fell.
    Twenty years later, they will sit together in a cottage on the South Downs and listen to a nightingale.
    This is the story of everything in between.

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    13 May 2026

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    As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:

    --His clothing was expensive and stylish;
    --He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;
    --His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”
    --He looked angry;
    --He was wearing sunglasses.

    What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

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    11 May 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 17

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    “Um. Right.”
    He slowly breathed in… and out.
    They needed to know. They needed to know from him. Not from the news.
    “Something… Happened.”

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    The aftermath of the fall. John and Mariana in the hiatus. And the return.

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    05 May 2026

  5. Public Bookmark 84

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    "On a second glance, Aziraphale didn't look all that different--his clothes were frayed at the edges, his shoes scuffed, his bowtie missing--and hang on, was he bleeding?
    Crowley wasn't sure how he'd missed the thin trail of blood running down the side of his very-drenched head, but it was all too noticeable now.
    He found his voice again. "What are you doing here?"
    "Right," Aziraphale said. "Um..." His eyes went unfocused, and he wobbled. Crowley found himself, despite his utter shock at the situation, beginning to worry.
    "Aziraphale, what happened to you?"
    "What do you mean?"
    "You're bleeding."
    "I'm what?" Aziraphale reached up and touched the side of his head, eyes widening in surprise at the blood that smeared his fingertips. "Oh. So I am."
    "What are you--?"
    "Listen," Aziraphale said, "I'm terribly sorry to do this, because I know we aren't talking, but there's something I need to ask of you."
    Crowley nodded slowly, his worry growing the more unfocused the angel's eyes became. "And what's that?"
    "I'm afraid I need your help," Aziraphale said matter-of-factly, and toppled forward without another word."

    Completed Fic -- Updating Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays!

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    30 Apr 2026