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Crown of Stars ’Verse by irisbleufic
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
13 Dec 2010
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Uriel's hair is shorter than Aziraphale has ever seen it, bleach-blonde and spiked. Same earrings as ever, glass and gold dangling down to her angular jaw. She's hiding behind a pair of dark sunglasses. Expensive ones, just like an American movie star. Or just like Crowley.
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13 Dec 2024
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An Archangel's Guide To Siblings (And Other Things You Should Tell a Therapist) by Matcha_Tea_and_Other_Delights
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
08 Jun 2024
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“About that, who was he? Like his rank? Do you know?”
Beelzebub crinkles their nose, “What, like how I used to be a Seraph?” While the topic wasn’t that sensitive anymore to them, it was rather weird how Gabriel was asking it out of the blue.
Gabriel nods, “Yes, that. What was he before?”
“He was…” Beelzebub began, scanning their own memories. They remembered Crowley as a rather happy looking cherub with bouncy curls and a bright smile, always full of mischief outside of his regular duties. Duties that consisted of…
“He…” Beelzebub repeated, suddenly unsure.
They remembered their time as a Seraph, one that had all too much fun promoting disobedience, but for Crowley, when they try scratching for more than just the surface, everything comes up blank.
Gabriel looks at them expectantly, but all Beelzebub does is breathe out a soft, “Huh.”
[Or: Gabriel regained his memories after unlocking the fly Beelzebub had given him; turns out there were more memories he lost than he originally thought.
Or or: The “Everyone but me has forgotten we were siblings and I have no clue how to deal with that” fic]
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11 Dec 2024
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Flowers are delicate things. You can’t hold them too tight, or you’ll crush them. You can’t preserve them without killing them. No matter how healthy the plant is, the flowers will eventually wither and fall off. Crowley knows he can’t hold it against them. Flowers don’t stick around forever. It’s just how they are.
(Aziraphale and Crowley have built a home together in the South Downs, and Crowley has never been happier. If only he could believe that it might last.)
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09 Dec 2024
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Hanukkah, 1913. Aziraphale gets a visit from the prophet Elijah. He comes with candles, latkes, conversation, advice, and a warning.
Aziraphale has a lot of thinking to do.
CWs for brief mentions of: period-typical homophobia, child birth, and panic attacks.
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08 Dec 2024
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“Yeah, sure. One night, Aziraphale. That’s all I promise you because if I start to feel uncomfortable, it stops. I’m not exposing myself to eight nights of holy burns, even if they’d just be minor ones.”
Aziraphale nodded carefully. “I can’t ask any more than that, my dear.”
What happens next is eight days of love, laughter, and discovering that there is always something new to learn about your partner, even after six thousand years.
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08 Dec 2024