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Glorfindel refuses to wear proper clothing. Erestor suffers.
Or: Five times Erestor told Glorfindel to put a shirt on (and one time he didn't)
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25 Jul 2026
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a wounded work of art by song_of_fate
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
13 Jan 2020
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Crowley never recovered from the trauma of losing Aziraphale to the fire. Even if it didn't happen that way, even if Adam set the Bookshop right again...a part of him was shattered that day.
Now to make sure that Aziraphale never, ever realizes just how badly it broke him.
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11 Jun 2026
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“Did she . . . I mean, did the Almighty just declare us gods?”
“Ngk.” Crowley shook his head, showing his teeth in mild disgust. “I don’t—I mean, I don’t want to be a god, but—“
“I think she just declared us gods, Crowley."A version of the ending where God does indeed create a new, godless universe, only our universe still remains standing, and God is officially done with it. Now it's up to Aziraphale and Crowley to pick up the pieces, and fill the books in the bookshop with the right words to restore their world to how it used to be. (With a few love confessions, proper apologies and dances along the way, as well as improvements to, finally, make the world a better place.)
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11 Jun 2026
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Maybe Someday by ineffable_snowman
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
07 Feb 2020
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Aziraphale decides it's up to him to go faster.
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06 Jun 2026
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“Aziraphale?” He prompted as he fiddled with the seal of the bottle, tugging at the stubborn cork. His sharp fangs came down to worry at his bottom lip. “Your idea?”
“I’ll get to it in a minute.” Aziraphale looked practically disheveled, and beautiful, and despite everything that happened, he looked perfectly, utterly, calm. “I was hoping to talk about us.”
The cork gave, and Crowley hit himself in the face.
Crowley’s venom is a truth serum, one he has used on himself for centuries, dosing himself in private to admit to his own carefully buried feelings— but accidents happen, and Crowley bites himself the night after the Apocalypse.
There are a thousand and one ways to say I love you, and consent is a part of every single one.
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05 Jun 2026