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Crowley is not the best at healthy coping mechanisms.
But Aziraphale is, as always, unfailingly patient.- Language:
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02 Nov 2025
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me and you, setting in a honeymoon by HazelSage
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
11 Jun 2025
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Aziraphale and Crowley experience life as an “us” for the first time.
A series of vignettes over time detailing Aziraphale and Crowley’s new life in the South Downs.
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29 Oct 2025
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The Fires of Seduction by Pockykierra
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
05 Mar 2024
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"My dear.”
Aziraphale’s hand fell on the top of Crowley’s thigh, far too high up for it to be a benign, comforting action. Crowley tensed, the muscle of his leg clenching beneath his hand. “Pull over, please?” He asked, an instruction hidden between polite, sweet words. A command phrased as a question.
Crowley's swallowed deeply. “Oh.” He replied, his voice weak. It felt like hours that the demon was lost in a trance, and Aziraphale nearly pulled his hand away and apologized for, apparently, misreading hundreds of years of hints - when Crowley quickly jerked the steering wheel to the right, the Bentley coming to a screeching halt in front of a burning building. For a moment that felt like an eternity, neither moved. Aziraphale stared at Crowley, and Crowley stared out the windscreen.
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In 1941, Aziraphale and Crowley have sex in the Bentley while London burns around them.
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29 Oct 2025
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I'll Be Your Mirror by ilikeblue for Dashicra1, wildlingoftarth, sdwolfpup
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
10 Apr 2022
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Crowley shouldn't listen to the Velvet Underground--especially when he's anxious, or melancholy, or pining over an angel and doubting his footing in the world. Which pretty much means he should never listen to them. He certainly shouldn't listen while he's holding an immensely powerful book of dark spells and itching for a wallow in self-pity. He shouldn't think of Aziraphale with every word of every love song, frightened by the depth of his feelings for the angel and how it could all turn pear-shaped. No, that would be a terrible plan.
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29 Oct 2025
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“I love you.”
Aziraphale looked up, momentarily caught off guard. His brow furrowed faintly, and he straightened in his seat as though he’d misheard. His hands drifted to the hem of his waistcoat, fingers beginning to fidget in that habitual, unconscious way they did whenever he was processing something unexpected.
“Oh,” he said, blinking. “I wasn’t even doing anything.”
Crowley gave a small shrug, lips twitching into a crooked half-smile. “Yeah, I know.”
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It's game night in the South Downs - expect an evening of Jenga, Battleships, cheating and a boat-load of soft fluffy comfort.
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29 Oct 2025