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After the failed Armageddon, Aziraphale finds out that Heaven has been damning souls to Hell for the supposed sin of having kinky sex. He is certain that kinky sex in itself is not a sin, and enlists Crowley to help him prove it. Never mind that Aziraphale has never had sex before. Never mind that he and Crowley are just friends. He's sure everything will work out just fine.
Written for Kinktober 2025
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They haven't found a timeline yet where they can stop the Second Coming, but this is the timeline where Aziraphale decided to stay.
So why isn't it enough?
The sun never sets on Proxima Centauri b. At least, not on the small perimeter of the planet between its scorching eternal day and freezing eternal night.
This is why it has no nightlife to speak of.
It has no night.
Or day.
It is an eternal, unceasing dusk.
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Inspired by the trailer, a brief interlude in the lift.
“Like what you see?”
The line was flirtatious, but the tone was bitter.
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Can You Send Lightning Bolts? by fishey_me for GroovyNightStrawberry
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
22 Mar 2026
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The world needs saving, but right now Crowley and Aziraphale aren't talking, and a storm is brewing between them. Literally, in fact.
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“I can’t marry the regent,” he had said. It wasn’t quite a plea. “You promised me that when the war was finished– that I could choose my own–”
“We cannot afford to wait. The arrangements have already been made, Aziraphale,” she had said softly, her eyes sympathetic, even behind her golden domino mask. “The young king’s position is too tenuous to not secure the alliance quickly. He’s only eleven, and with his squabbling dukes and the threat of R’lyeh, we cannot afford to leave him undefended.” She had taken his hand. “His father never would have allowed this, my son. This is our only chance for a lasting peace.”
Duty was as much a part of him as his very heart, no matter that this duty would surely crush his heart and grind its shattered pieces to dust.
...He should have run away with him when he’d had the chance.
Written for the 2025 AU Roulette. The prompt was High Fantasy AU. [Now Complete]
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Fandom Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
24 Dec 2025
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The sound grew louder and louder until the source emerged from behind a bookcase. The whistling then dropped dramatically in pitch before coming to a sudden stop, like a songbird plummeting from the sky after being struck by an enthusiastic rifleman.
Crowley's mouth remained puckered mid-whistle, though no further sound came out. He stumbled, his toes catching on the rug under the oculus. The potted plant he was carrying nearly slipped from his hands, which would have been quite the mishap, and not solely from the threat of dirt in the carpet fibers.
You see, the plant was the only thing blocking Crowley's nether regions. His naked nether regions. His naked nether regions that were attached to his body, which was also very, very naked. Well, save for his sunglasses. And that thin silver scarf he always wore. But the rest? Bare. Nude. Au naturel.
Aziraphale sneaks away from Heaven to check on his beloved bookshop. (No, he's not checking in on anyone… anything else, don't be ridiculous.)
He and Crowley end up baring their hearts to one another, among other things.
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25 Jul 2026
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Let's dance! by EybeFioro, Letha for fishey_me
Fandoms: Good Omens - All Media Types, Stardew Valley (Video Game)
23 Jul 2026
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It's Aziraphale’s second year at the valley, and this time he has someone to ask for a dance.
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24 Jul 2026
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Professor Anthony, astrophysicist and author extraordinaire, got everything he ever wanted in life.
What about the demon Crowley?
Just this once, Crowley promised himself, reaching out with one hand and pushing it through the cool, thin film of reality. Just one little teensy time, and then he would be done. He’d promised he wouldn’t, but just once. Once couldn’t hurt.
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19 May 2026
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Everything's gone but the bookshop. Satan's just appeared.
Except... everything's not gone. Quite. Nor everyone.
A fix-it inspired by a lovely comment from siriogold on my Tumblr rant over whatever that was.
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16 May 2026
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Madame Tracy got stuck in the veil by 0ldstoneface
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
20 Feb 2026
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He gaped at her, then frowned and subtly took a defensive stance.
"What on earth are you?"
"Don't you recognise me?"
As it was the middle of the night, the shop was barely lit, and the angel was so startled that he had hardly taken a look at his surprise guest... until now. The blond hair didn't ring any bells, but the flashy clothes, the heavy make-up, the high-pitched voice...
"Madame Tracy?" he breathed in surprise.
"You can call me Marjorie, love. I'm not here for work."
"Why—why are you here? And why are you..." He had just noticed that she was slightly translucent and couldn't find how to put it in a polite way. He vaguely gestured toward her.
"Oh. I'm fairly certain I'm dead," she said simply.Madame Tracy is dead and she’s taking it well, as she lived a full life and her knees don’t hurt anymore. But she’s stuck on earth as a ghost and that’s definitely Aziraphale’s fault. So he can either confess his feelings to Crowley or get extremely haunted for the rest of his eternal existence.
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