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Aziraphale meets Crowley in a coffee shop, after moving to a new neighbourhood. Everything would have gone swimmingly, if he hadn't discovered Crowley is his neighbour across the building. And that terribly, shockingly, Aziraphale can see a great deal of his flat.
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03 Jun 2026
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GOOD OMENS S3 MAJOR SPOILERS!!! IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT, DON'T READ.
A man walks into a bookshop on a Tuesday afternoon looking for a book on astrophysics.
This is not, on the face of it, a remarkable event. People walk into bookshops every day. The Tuesday afternoon in question is grey and slightly damp, which is the default setting for Tuesday afternoons in London, and the man — tall, red-haired, wearing glasses that are absolutely not appropriate for the weather — does not look like someone in the grip of destiny.
Neither does the bookshop's librarian, for that matter.
But here is the thing about destiny: it doesn't particularly care what you look like, or whether you've combed your hair, or whether the astrophysics section is embarrassingly wedged between Gardening and Philosophy. Destiny has a long memory and a great deal of patience, and it has been waiting, in one form or another, for rather a long time.
The man's name is on the cover of the book. The librarian's name is Asa Fell.
Twenty years later, they will sit together in a cottage on the South Downs and listen to a nightingale.
This is the story of everything in between.Bookmarked by BeaCat
13 May 2026
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Anthony J. Crowley, best selling author, has writer's block. He could blame the Accident, but deep down he knows his block started way before. He hasn't written anything in too long, if we choose to ignore the dozens of unsent letters addressed to the angel he lost two decades ago, when he moved to New York City.
When his best (and only) friend convinces him to take a little vacation in a small town in Connecticut, he expects peace and quiet. He doesn't expect to see the smile that still haunts his dreams again. Apparently, small towns are full of surprises, and how late is too late?The world stops spinning on its axis or, at the very least, Crowley stops breathing. This is absolutely impossible. He forces himself to swallow, to take a deep breath, as he doesn’t want to scare this girl off. Muriel, who is still smiling, all bright and wide and just like-
Oh, God. “A bookshop, you said?” He chokes out. This is impossible, and he’s being ridiculous. He is in London, this is just a sick coincidence and his stupid brain playing stupid games.
“Yes, you can see it if you turn around.” Crowley doesn’t move. “It’s called A. Z. Fell Books.”
Now, the world definitely stops spinning.Series
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27 Apr 2026
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The Bug In My Kitchen Thinks We Should Date by firelikestars, sunrisesinthesuburbs
Fandoms: Good Omens - All Media Types
04 Jan 2026
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Crowley's just moved to town, and if he can't find a coffee shop, if he can't have this one small luxury after a whole day of moving boxes in the rain, he's going to lose it.
The closest thing he can find is Angel Cakes. It's a dimly lit, cluttered bakery that Crowley soon finds he can't stay away from (despite the lack of coffee products). The owner is unfairly beautiful, and seems to be more passionate about talking about pastries than actually selling them. Crowley is in love.
If he can manage to communicate an intelligent sentence to the angel when he sees him, that'd be great.
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29 Mar 2026
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Objectively speaking, Crowley is a good vampire: he doesn't hunt, he doesn't kill, he doesn't bother anyone else with his, erm, condition. He has an arrangement with a family of witches to keep him fed and, well, alive, and he likes spending his endless days alone and unbothered. Perhaps 'like' is too strong of a word, but he tolerates his existence, and it's enough.
Until he meets an angel under the rain. Suddenly, he finds himself wanting more, dreaming about blue eyes and sweet smiles, finding excuses upon excuses to see Aziraphale-like-the-angel, again. Just once more, as he tells himself every time. And it's never enough.
Meanwhile, the vampiric society he's a reluctant part of changes management, and demands more of Crowley: more details about his rather unorthodox methods, more proofs of his suspicious activities, more of himself than he's willing to give.
It's all a mess, really. But at the end of the day, aren't the greatest love stories supposed to be messy?- Language:
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26 Mar 2026