goe_mod: (Aziraphale 1st ed)
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And all manner of things shall be well
Summary: Armageddon didn’t, the Second Coming hadn’t, and Crowley and Aziraphale had happily retired to their South Downs cottage, if not quite on the romantic terms that Crowley pined for. But when a vengeful Hastur sent Crowley back to the absolute worst century ever, Crowley had no choice but to seek out Aziraphale’s help in returning to his proper time.
That is, if the angel were willing even to speak to him.
Rating: T for language and some dark themes

Fic and chapter titles are from the Revelations of Julian of Norwich (long text)
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goe_mod: (Aziraphale by Bravinto)
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Title: Yes, I'd Like to Speak to a Manager

Rating: Gen

Summary:
In which Adam and the rest of the Them go on an adventure that takes them outside of Tadfield but they find that people hardly change throughout the years.

In which the author decides to finally write something for Ea-Nasir and Nanni – one of the first documented dealings with poor customer service and how some people react to it.

A Good Omens Holiday Exchange gift for H.Savinien! Happy Holidays!
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goe_mod: (Crowley by Bravinto)
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Recipient: #8, ImprobableDreams900

Title: A Moment Suspended in Sea Spray

Wordcount: 13,400

Rating: T

Warnings: mildly dubious consent, the ark (discussed, but not depicted, child death), mild self-loathing (on par with canon)

Tags: Aziraphale/Crowley, ineffable husbands, mutual pining, wings, wing injury, time travel shenanigans, scene: the ark, angst, hurt/comfort, but the comforted one is also kind of hurt by the comfort, sorry, happy ending

Summary: Green filled his vision in the brief second before he instinctively tucked his head away in his coils. Crawly didn’t think there had ever been anything green and growing in Hell save perhaps a good mold behind Hastur’s knees. Cautiously, he inched the very tip of his nose out of his coils and flicked his tongue.

Growing things. Soil. Apples. The oil left behind by human hands. Something strange and sharp smelling. Under it all, a smell he knew but couldn’t place.

This wasn’t Hell.


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