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A short look at a future version of Crowley and Aziraphale

Crowley and Aziraphale have a hand in saving the world. Now, they must try to save themselves. In other words: The Fic In Which An Angel And A Demon Swap Bodies In An Attempt To Avoid Heavenly And Hellish Execution, Respectively. Any chapters that directly follow one another will be titled accordingly <3 any dialogue referenced from the show is NOT my own. Cross posting from my AO3!!! Just some ramblings that vaguely follow canon events. Using this as my outlet to heal from season two :'D

Aziraphale and Crowley finally start to return to their normal lives after the near end of all things when Aziraphale starts to wrestle with feelings about his fellow fiend. Simultaneously, he starts to feel under the weather. But angels can't get sick! ...right? A hanahaki au for WhiteleyFoster's write this in your style challenge. This can also be found on ao3 under my name, Spinchling. The title of this fic is from the song "Flowers" from the musical Hadestown.

Aziraphale was fully aware of how Crowley felt about him. After 6,000 years, you get to know a person very well - their emotions become obvious, no matter how hard they try to hide it. Well, that, and also Crowley wasn't exactly subtle. The long meaningful glances, the playful banter, the nickname. Aziraphale as fully aware of how the demon felt about him. He was also painfully aware of how he didn't feel the same. He loved Crowley, but it wasn't in the same way. He didn't feel romantic attraction towards him - or anyone, for that matter. Aziraphale did everything he could to return the feelings, but he just... couldn't. He loved Crowley, but not in the same way. And he couldn't shake the guilt he was feeling because of it.

Crowley had heard about talking to plants in the seventies, and thought it a great idea. Not only did he terrorise his plants into growing, though, he also passed the time in his rather lonely flat by chatting to his plants. He found it rather therapeutic to be able to talk endlessly about his fears, hopes and dreams, and for it to feel like somebody was there to listen. One day, after the averted apocalypse, Aziraphale wandered into the flat looking for Crowley. He had needed help with cleaning out the back of the bookshop (he thought it about time, it hadn't been cleaned in at least a century). Instead of finding Crowley, though, Aziraphale found himself standing in the middle of the flat, surrounded by plants covered in shimmering gold words...

Aziraphale has been assigned to keep an eye on the humans partying in Venice during Carnival. All he wants to do is enjoy the festival, drink some wine and taste the food, but work is work. Until a flash of red hair amongst the crowd makes the party much more enjoyable.

literally just anything Good Omens related. art, oneshots, headcannons, etc Good Omens just took over my life so 🤷‍♂️ REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!