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“Oi,” says Crowley. “Angel. Remember you owe me that favor?”
“Oh, do I? I must do. Dear me, I seem to forget, sometimes.”Before the arrangement, there were favors. Which is how Aziraphale finds himself at a Greek crossroads just before midnight making a crossroads deal on Crowley’s behalf. Trouble is, he’s not the only one at the crossroads. A goddess is there, and she’s got a deal in mind of her own…
Featuring dreams, deals, wing-grooming, and summer in Athens.
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In the beginning of the sixteenth century, Aziraphale and Crowley converge on a monastery in northern England, each on an assignment as an undercover priest.
Or, on the nature of miracles, love, and forgiveness.
“Give it a try.”
“What?”
“Confess to me.” His voice was low and sweet.
“What - I - confess what?” Aziraphale said, and laughed nervously. “I have nothing to confess. Certainly not to you.”
“Well, how about drinking in the confessional? Start small.”
“What - I - you tricked me into doing that!”
“I thought angels couldn’t be tricked.”
“Tempted,” Aziraphale said, absent-mindedly. “Angels can’t be tempted. Alright, fine. Yes, I confess to - to drinking in the confessional. Give me that,” he said, reaching over into Crowley’s side and wrenching the bottle out of his hand. He drank, and tucked the bottle between his thighs, daring Crowley to say something.
“See?” Crowley said. “S’easy once you start. Go on then, what else?”Bookmarked by Elsie_Dee
27 Nov 2024
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Done, absolutely sensational
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ON HIATUS
Smiling warmly at the huddles of students, Aziraphale made his way over to Crowley, who was leaning against his desk. Crowley was dressed in layers of all black (as per usual), his red hair was tied back in a loose ponytail (not as usual, he often wore it down) and he was twirling Aziraphale’s fountain pen between his fingers.
“Mister Fell,” Crowley drawled, but the warmth in his amber eyes and the upward curve of his mouth betrayed any attempt at appearing nonchalant.
Aziraphale found himself grinning. How on Earth had he ever disliked this man?
“Crowley,” he said, eyes crinkling as he plucked the pen out of Crowley’s hands and put it back by his notebook.
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Ricochet by NaroMoreau
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
11 Apr 2024
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Crowley's tired of living with the pain of Aziraphale's departure and tries something extreme to forget.
But when another version of Aziraphale shows up at his doorstep, he thinks he might've... complicated things further.
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And They Were Streamers by ghostrat
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
04 Aug 2025
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(Human) Twitch Streamer AU, as shared on Tumblr! (ATWS / #ineffable streamers)
Aziraphale and Crowley are two polar opposite Twitch streamers who are exceedingly popular in their own ways. Besides their moderators, no one watching would ever guess that they live together. Nor that their feelings run a whole lot deeper than friendship.
(Abandoned, but includes all the draft notes for how the story ends)