Choosing Fate

Choosing Fate

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When Aziraphale went to the back of his bookshop on a summer afternoon, he had expected nothing out of the ordinary. All he had wanted was to get a bottle of wine for Crowley and himself. The very last thing he had expected to see was two baskets, with cries coming from each. Ethereal and Occult beings don't exactly reproduce. When a bond is strong enough, however, it can sometimes bring a new being into existence, at which point denying one's feelings for a certain demon is made much more difficult, if not downright impossible. Nevertheless, both are determined to be good parents, no matter what. A Good Omens fan sequel set fifteen years after the not-pocalypse.
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(NSFW 18+) Being an Angel and a Demon is difficult. Being an Omega Angel Bonded to an Alpha Demon? Things are about to get even tougher, but luckily both Aziraphale and Crowley have each other to help share the load. "To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here.' To say 'I am." ― O. R. Melling (Or: A Good Omens Alpha Crowley/Omega Aziraphale AU)

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