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Build Our Kingdom by Mackem for dairyme
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
19 Jun 2019
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“Ready for lunch?” Crowley drops to his knees to start unbuckling the straps on the basket as though this is something they do all the time; as though he hasn’t just effortlessly catapulted Aziraphale back in time almost fifty years.
“You remembered,” Aziraphale breathes as wonder courses through him. He mentioned something once during an awkward moment, half a century ago, and now here kneels a demon atop a picnic blanket.
“Hmm?” Crowley barely shoots him a sidelong glance as he concentrates on opening the basket.
Aziraphale’s eyes do not move from him. “You remembered,” he repeats, no less stunned. “Crowley, you really didn’t have to.”
Crowley’s hands still. Eventually, his eyes still on the basket, he murmurs, “Well, we did The Ritz, didn’t we?”
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how big the hourglass, how deep the sand by bibliocratic
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
17 Mar 2019
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After the Apocalypse, and with characteristic slowness, both Crowley and Aziraphale think there might be something they need to sit down and talk about.
And then Aziraphale disappears.
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- Part 1 of how deep the sand
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The 21st Century, In Which They Finally Work It Out by chaya
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
22 Jul 2019
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This is light speed in comparison to the last few centuries of their relationship, but Crowley is barely holding on to his patience.
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There Is a Light And It Never Goes Out by bongbuster420
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
27 Jul 2019
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"Crowley," Aziraphale slapped his book shut and turned to him with a worried glance.
"Have you heard anything of Raphael recently?"Crowley thought he might choke.
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keep on building on the ground by Stratisphyre
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
25 Oct 2019
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“I… suppose… you could stay,” he finally murmured. He scraped his teeth over his tongue, as though he’d tasted something nasty. It stuck in his cheeks, even. “This is not a kindness,” he growled at the baby. “This is pure, unadulterated self-interest! I’m going to raise you to lo—” He choked. “Lo— lov— fucking like the world enough not to destroy it.”
Having kidnapped the infant Antichrist, Crowley finds himself hunted by both sides eager for their war. Desperate, he turns to the only being on Earth who might be able to help him: a Fallen angel playing vintner in Provence.