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    Good Omens, reverse au. Demon "Azirafell" and Archangel Crowley. All of these fics are crack taken seriously (and then taken softly, and then sometimes taken smutty)

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  1. Public Bookmark 5

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    Sometimes, when things got hard, Crowley went to church.

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    28 Dec 2023

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    This is really beautiful.

  2. Public Bookmark 88

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    “The thing is…the thing is,” Crowley swallows, his throat clicking, looks at the wine bottle clasped by the neck between his finger and thumb and rolls it slowly against the table. “The thing is, it’s a relief really, is the thing.”

    His throat catches again and he forces through another swallow. “No more hope. See? Weight off my shoulders, I can tell you.”

     

    {Or; after everything, Crowley builds a future while quietly breaking apart.}

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    01 Aug 2023

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    holy shit this is really good

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    Aziraphale has a cooking show on the internet. It started out with three viewers, but now he's known as the happy grandfather that blew up overnight. Crowley occasionally makes cameos, has dedicated his garden to giving Aziraphale fresh herbs and vegetables, and struggles with living after the apocalypse.
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    “Taste this, my dear,” Aziraphale said.

    He held a spoonful of jam to Crowley’s lips with his free hand cautiously under it, ready to catch any dripping.

    Crowley leaned forward to wrap his lips around the spoon.

    Most likely his shyness came from the small tender moments Aziraphale was not afraid of showing the world. It had been the topic of many long conversations after Aziraphale took Crowley’s hand in St. James Park, causing Crowley to freeze and break out in a cold sweat. Being discreet had always been their top priority. For 6,000 years, someone would have surely seen them if they embraced in the middle of London. But now, Aziraphale had assured Crowley, things were different. They no longer needed to hide, but Aziraphale would go as slow as Crowley needed him to.

    It was almost funny how their roles had switched after the apocalypse.

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    22 May 2023

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    this fic is so dear to my heart. i read it ages ago and im so glad to have found it again. it's soft, it's evenly paced, and it's delightfully clever. a fantastic set up and i'm so normal about the title, i definitely don't think about getting a tattoo of the plants 😅. this fic feels like a gentle homecoming.

  4. Public Bookmark 95

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    Crowley thumped his head against the door and thought a quick, sarcastic prayer at a God who had never, not once, had his back. “Aziraphale,” he said, trying for patience. “Open this door.”

    “Go away!” his husband shrieked. “You can’t see me like this!”

    “I’ve seen you every way imaginable,” Crowley said, trying the knob again. “Whatever state you’re in can’t be much worse. Newt! Get this door open!”

    “Sorry, Miss Azi,” he heard their housekeeper mumble, and then something heavy was moved away from the door and it swung open to reveal Newt, pale face flushed and pale hair disheveled. Crowley pushed past him into the room as Aziraphale shrieked again and disappeared behind his dressing screen.

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    25 Apr 2022

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    This is beyond adorable. An excellent twist on a fantastic story - and the characters all fit so well! Brilliantly written and so absolutely laugh-out-loud hilarious. And don't get me started on the art!!! Beautiful and charming and wonderful edition sprinkled throughout the story. What a delight to experience.

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    “He’s not breathing—” Diego checks his pulse. “—he’s…there’s…there’s no pulse!”

    Klaus watches Diego press a trembling finger onto the pale line of his throat.

    “…guys?”

    “Shut the fuck up, Luther,” Diego glares at him from across the room, next to his body— “Are you happy now? Is that what you wanted? Allison—”

    What the hell?

    Wait, did Diego just say Luther?

    Risking a glance at Vanya in the hopes of catching sight of his reflection, he inches closer towards the door. His sister stopped hammering on the glass door, instead staring in open mouthed horror at where Diego is hovering over his body. She’s nearly pressed against the glass, not cowering back when he approaches and sees—

    —Luther’s face staring back at him.

    Klaus stumbles back, head beginning to ache. "Oh, shit."

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    17 Nov 2020

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    Absolutely excellent. The canon divergence we all deserve.