Lost Feathers (Good Omens OC Insert)
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This was not what Xiphos had thought would happen. They had thought they'd go explain the situation to quite possibly the scariest people they'd ever heard of, then leave until they were dragged back to Hell. But noooo. Now they worked in Aziraphale's bookshop and were almost enjoying their life as a not-human on Earth.
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In which another demon is sent to Earth to spy on Aziraphale and Crowley, then ends up teaming up with them to protect humans from Heaven and Hell's war. It's almost like they were adopted by the ineffable pair...
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Good Omens OC Insert
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Aziraphale × Crowley, Aromantic OC, nonbinary OC, gender fluid Crowley, Asexual Aziraphale. Based on show, not book.
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