The Body I'm In

The Body I'm In

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Human AU in which Crowley and Aziraphale are musicians who are slowly making it famous. Spanning between the years of 2017 and 2024, prepare for a story filled with love and heartbreak. There is humor and hurt. There is tragedy and excitement. Before for twists and turns around every corner. Aziraphale is a young man with a life-threatening secret, a tragic past full of abandonment, and drawn towards toxic relationships. Crowley is a young man who does not know how to cope with niceness. He's a gruff and sarcastic man who drowns his sorrows in alcohol and/or the arms of a one-night-stand. Written for QueenOfTheCute art piece. Thank you for such a grand piece. This story was betaed by by the fabulous Dragonfire42! I appreciate all the work you did to iron out the story, the support your provided, and the ideas you shared. This story is inspired by RENT, A Star is Born, and the song 'God Must Hate Me' by Catie Turner.
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Post-season 2 of Good Omens. A short ineffable love story in three parts (kinda deux ex machina themed, sorry, I just wanted them to reunite quickly and give each other some fluffy love after all that angst!) Enjoy! ___________________________ The angel scowls at my latest doubts at first, but then he smiles. It's a sad gesture and still too tense underneath to come across as carefree, but it's something. "You can't leave this place." "No, of course," I agree, my voice calm. "Where would I even go? There are no higher mountains than the ones we climb together. Besides, that would imply abandoning you. I'd never do that to you, Aziraphale." I can't be without you. My gorgeous little nebula of hope. How could anybody possibly leave that behind?

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