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A series of stories about Aziraphale and Crowley living their human lives, always finding each other, and sometimes remembering all that came before.
Not because of destiny, certainly not because of God, but because their love is the most powerful force in any universe.
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It started off as the strongest sensation of deja vu Asa had ever felt in his life, which was ridiculous, considering he didn't even know who he was, yet Asa felt something quite indescribable.
Ineffable, even.
OR: Asa starts having dreams and visions about his past life as an angel. The problems with humans is that they aren't mean to remember anything about past lives
OR: The post Season 3 finale, where Aziraphale and Crowley get their memories back
Title: 'Sun Bleached Flies' by Ethel Cain
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Kind by Kind by Zin_Lynn for Noisycatsteph
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
10 Feb 2024
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As part of their new arrangement, Crowley has convinced Aziraphale to sit for a painting by Leonardo da Vinci. While he poses — with his wings on display — Crowley discovers just how sensitive Aziraphale’s wings are. And Aziraphale discovers just how sensitive Crowley is to praise.
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In the meantime, they’d have their familiar dance; trips to museums and galleries, promenades through the park, evenings in the shop where the world went golden and giddy at the edges.
Six thousand years, he’d gone without Crowley kissing him. He’d go another six if it meant giving Crowley the world instead.
[Aziraphale and Crowley have rekindled their old friendship, which is all they want from each other now that the world hasn't ended. Absolutely nothing more. Nothing at all.]
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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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