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When bumbling but well-meaning angel Aziraphale is reassigned to the Angel For Christmas programme, he is humiliated, but knows it's his last chance to prove himself as an angel before he loses his wings forever. He only has a few days in which to grant a child's Christmas wish, reconnect a broken family and earn back his angelic status.
No problem, right?
Well, it might not have been... if it hadn't been for the child's ill-mannered, grouchy, workaholic, Christmas-hating dad, Crowley.
As Aziraphale races against the clock to try and restore Crowley's Christmas spirit and bring him closer to his son, he also finds himself struggling with some new and unexpected feelings of his own...
A Good Omens Christmas AU
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03 Dec 2024
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"There was something else I was going to ask you," Aziraphale continued, unabashed. "Ah… How to put it?" He tapped his hand on his thigh for a moment, and then apparently found inspiration. "Ah! When you're…" Crowley made the mistake of making eye contact with him, and Aziraphale gave him another outrageous wink. "Dining out… What cutlery do you prefer to use?"
"I'm sorry?" Crowley said pleasantly, trying his best not to cause anything in the dining room to catch aflame in his frustration.
Aziraphale gave him a reproachful stare, as if Crowley were being very stupid. "When you're eating, Crowley. Do you favour the… The knife?" Aziraphale actually glanced conspicuously at his own crotch, and Crowley considered leaving the dining room via the nearest window. "Or the spoon?" Another raised eyebrow. "Or even, let's say, a fork?"
"What the fuck is the fork in this situation?" Crowley hissed through gritted teeth.
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Aziraphale mentions that he'd like to have sex with Crowley. Crowley is completely taken-aback, and very conflicted, and very interested. Aziraphale is also trying to kill him by using elaborate food metaphors to explain the whole subject, which is not helping in the slightest.
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10 Nov 2024
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“Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo,” Aziraphale enunciated clearly, knowing that only one person in the room understood the meaning of the archaic syllables: I will sodomize and face-fuck you.
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15 Oct 2024
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Is Not That Strange? by BraveLight
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
22 Nov 2024
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Confirmed bachelor Anthony Crowley has sworn off romance, but he's willing to set his disdain aside to celebrate the nuptials of his friend, Anathema.
Unlucky in love, Aziraphale Fell is doing everything in his power to make sure the wedding of his closest friend, Newt, goes off without a hitch.
Neither of them expected to come face to face with the ex they loved and lost eleven years ago.
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“Anthony J. Crowley.” There was a note of accusation in Aziraphale's voice as he called out the name.
The tone stopped Crowley’s descent and a huge grin lit up his face. It was a thing full of teeth longing for an excuse to bite.
Aziraphale continued, using his words to establish the separation he was determined to maintain. “Tell me, have you turned respectable or are you still playing at being a flash bastard?”
For his part, Crowley looked delighted, obviously taking the statement as a challenge.“Wut,” he called, stretching the word out, sounding almost playful. “Aziraphale Fell!” He enunciated every syllable of the name and smiled the whole way through. “As I live and breathe. Well, I’m sure you’re respectable enough for the both of us.”
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20 Aug 2024
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They Drink Tea at the End by knifeforkspooncup
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
14 May 2024
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After 6000 years in the spinning hubbub of earth, Heaven had been overwhelmingly sparse. So bright it stung, so empty it echoed, so utterly quiet the silence howled in your ears and never seemed to stop.
Heaven was like if radio static had teeth, a total body itch you couldn’t scratch, an endless drip drip drip of gentle water slowly driving you mad.
And Aziraphale had spent an entire year there.
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26 Jul 2024