Aziraphalegoodomens Stories

Historia hecha en colaboración con @AnaAM2000 (Twitter) ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ La historia se centra en Warlock y su única mejor amiga, la niña quien en el undécimo cumpleaños del chico insulto al mago de la fiesta. Ginger y Warlock tendrían un encuentro nuevamente, cinco años después de haber interpretado a Nanny Ashtoreth y Hermano Francis para su ahora fracasado plan de cuidar al anticristo, con el ángel y el demonio la última semana de la tierra como se conoce, ósea, en el fin de los tiempos y esta vez en sus formas más reales o comunes. Los cuatro, sin muchas más opciones, unirán fuerzas para detener el fin del mundo. Así, se embarcan en este inusual equipo que marcará el resto de sus vidas.

Just an ineffable husbands fic tbh

EYUP So I've decided to write a new one shots book for the billionth time Anyone who's read any of my previous stuff will know that updates are gonna be few and far between so be prepared for THAT just a collection of stories abt silly goofy celestial beings :) I DONT OWN GOOD OMENS OR THESE CHARACTERS ITS ALL OWNED BY THE LOVELY NIEL GAIMAN

The descend was longer than he had presumed. How long had it been since he last saw the stars? The nebulas? The constellations he was so proud of creating? How long since he last felt gleeful and holy? He closed his eyes and grabbed onto his chest where he could still feel the phantom hand, the sacred hand, that had pushed him. He didn't deserve it, the push, he thought. If need be he was ready to go willingly.

This short story is inspired by what I saw lately on instagram and other social media related to Good Omens' season 3 and its BTS, particularly, my creative flair was stimulated by the page @tennantism on instagram (love that page with both my body and soul I swear-) (also posted on ao3!!) In this one shot, Crowley's still dealing with the sense of emptiness that seems to be haunting him ever since Aziraphale left him for Heaven. While he tries to handle his contrasting feelings, something unexpected happens. Someone, a familiar face enters the bookshop, and meets his gaze. And perhaps, this time a nightingale might be singing in Berkley Square.

Just some oneshots you might like! ;)

I will put spoiler alerts and other alerts, also if there are any spelling or grammar typos pls let me know, I love criticism to help improve myself. I have this story marked as completed as it's one-shots and not an ongoing story, I might add some from time to time, if you'd like me to write an idea you can message me and I'll add a story in w/wo credit depending on permission.