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One in the Bush by On1OccasionFork
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
28 Oct 2025
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Crowley moves to the South Downs for peace and quiet. His cat has other ideas.
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02 Jul 2026
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Autumn Fog by blewoutthestars
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
14 Jun 2026
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The small and electric thing squirms again, more insistently this time. ‘And your hand?’
‘Sliding between your legs,’ Crowley assures him. ‘Slowly. Gently. Taking my time.’ He takes a breath. ‘Angel?’
Aziraphale is lost in the fantasy. ‘Hm?’
‘Put your hand between your legs for me. Put your hand there,’ he murmurs, ‘And pretend it’s mine.’
A foggy day. A frustrated angel. A well-timed phone call. A minor disaster.
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- Part 2 of Seasonal Activities
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02 Jul 2026
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Aziraphale has an unexpected encounter with a certain demon who makes an appearance at his gentleman's club. He's not there for the gavotte.
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- Part 5 of NOW KISS: short Aziracrow fics
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02 Jul 2026
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Crowley has been a little unbearable about the launch for three days.
(Aziraphale has read every single message about payload capacity, thank you very much.)
So when the countdown finally begins, there is wine, a carefully arranged living room, and Crowley trying very hard not to care quite so much as he does.
Aziraphale, of course, understands exactly how much it matters.
He just doesn’t expect to start counting down out loud—or to find himself holding Crowley’s hand when the rocket lifts off.Bookmarked by Grow_Better
02 Jul 2026
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It is thirty-six point seven degrees Celsius and climbing, and Aziraphale and Crowley have lived together for five years, and everything is completely fine.
(It is not fine.)
Crowley stops wearing shirts. Aziraphale stops coping. They drag a mattress onto the balcony, eat strawberries in the dark, and somewhere around two in the morning, under a London sky that is too warm and too honest, five years of extremely careful not-saying-it finally runs out of road.
Bookmarked by Grow_Better
02 Jul 2026