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“Wearing your kilt again?”
His hands found purchase on slender hips.
“Yeah, was planning on it. Why?”
Anthony allowed himself to be pulled closer, the leather sporran pressed between Asa, and Anthony’s needy cocks. He shivered as warm lips found his throat.
“It suits you.”
The professor tipped his head back and groaned; he was sure it wouldn’t matter if they were a little late. Asa’s hands rucked his kilt up, using his belly to keep it in place as he reached for Anthony’s hardening length. Alright, maybe a lot late.
“Everybody looks good in a kilt, Angel.”
A firm bite dragged a hiss from his lips, he ground his hips into Asa’s hot hand, precum bleeding against warm flesh. Yes, yes, yes. Asa hummed a familiar tune as he nudged Anthony’s head to the side, gaining access to that little patch behind his ear that made his knees buckle.
“Not as good as you.”
It's World Cup season, and there's not a Scotsman upright and breathing who doesn't hold delusional hope of their team winning, and it has absolutely nothing to do with rubbing it in England's face, that would be rude, and childish, obviously. Asa has to look after a very inebriated, very horny post-win, Anthony. -
500 Miles by Wellthumbed
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
04 Jun 2026
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"Mother, we don’t want a big wedding, and that’s final”.
When Anthony and Asa announce their engagement to Anthony's family during a visit home, they should have known better than to expect things to go their way. After all, what kind of family would the Crowley's be if they didn't throw the hooley* of the century for their boy and his man? Never come between a Scottish Mamie and a guid perty.
*Hooley - A lively, noisy celebration.
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She came to a new garden at dusk. The shrill chirp of crickets and the song of nightingales played a soothing lullaby in the background of the South Downs. Lying on the grass was a telescope, tipped on its side, and a body. The head resting in the lap of another, who stroked his hair and whispered soothing words through hiccupped tears. Death's footprints were still fresh on the ground. The only other constant in all the worlds.
"He's gone now." Asa's voice was filled to the brim with sorrow. His hands didn't stop touching the pale hair, fingertips trailed across cooling cheeks. He paused at a point just beside his ear, drawing a curled pattern onto the skin.
"I see that. I'm sorry." She tried for sincerity, but it was hard. She had seen grief in all its iterations, though it's not a feeling she was familiar with herself. He darted his eyes in her direction, his expression cold and unforgiving.
"You're never sorry." The words had bite, and Asa seemed to have startled himself. She raised an eyebrow.
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Crowley loves Aziraphale. To the end of the world, to the end of Heaven and Hell, to the mountain at the end of the universe, and back. This he knows to be true. He also knows that he doesn't completely trust his angel. Not with his heart. He needs proof, hard evidence, that Aziraphale will choose him. That if any other world-altering event should occur, Crowley will be at the head of the cue. Not humanity.
Far from the Earth, there is a garden. Isolated and glorious, lush and green. A little biosphere all of its own, overlooking Alpha Centauri. It is a garden Crowley has cultivated for centuries. Loving and nurturing it for them, and this is where he brings Aziraphale when the world fails to end once more. This is where Aziraphale must choose to stay, or allow them to drift away. -
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Sadness leaked under the door. It poured in a steady trickle, black as ink and staining everything it touched. The luminous pink of the neon signage on the walls dulled and flickered on and off. At least half the staff of the last shift had thrown their lanyards at the duty manager. Leaving in a stream of mascara tears. When it came to clocking in, the new arrivals looked about with trepidation, their feet sticking to the treacle-thick liquid pouring from the booth at the end of the corridor.
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The Happiest Place on Earth by Wellthumbed
Fandom Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
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Lazing on a Sunny Afternoon by Wellthumbed
Fandom Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
15 Dec 2023
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The Book of Life has erased... everything. Even Aziraphale and Crowley. Another version of them exists in another Earth, living the life they always dreamed of sharing, but this is Not Enough. They want EVERYTHING.
A continuation of canon in the Original Universe. Or, how Crowley and Aziraphale came back from the End of Everything.
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12 Jun 2026
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Asa and Anthony meet and learn all the ways they mean to each other
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24 May 2026
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*GOOD OMENS SEASON 3 SPOILERS*
To try and cope with the ending, here are different dates, not necessarily in a chronological order, that these two (Asa and Anthony) have gone to, together.
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21 May 2026
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Aziraphale has been taking some time to himself. He'd signed up to man a lighthouse on the coast; chunky knits, sea breeze, screaming gulls, and all the quiet time to read books you could ask for. But it doesn't take Crowley long to get bored, to show up with a bottle of wine and a sense of determination to change what they've been for millennia.
Only something is very wrong at the lighthouse, and the angel is going to need Crowley to risk everything to save him one more time.
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05 Apr 2026
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Crowley It's Cold Outside by MxMaxZephyrus
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens - All Media Types
04 Mar 2026
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The worst blizzard since 1881 has descended on the countryside and is guaranteed to bury most of England in mountains of snow over several days.
Newly moved to Tadfield, certified city boy Crowley has never wielded a snow shovel in his life, but he'll have to give it a go.
Right next door, Aziraphale is overly prepared for any eventuality, except perhaps for one vexatious neighbour that openly detests him.
How will they weather the storm?
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