Nothing Lasts Forever | Crowley x Aziraphale x Reader

Nothing Lasts Forever | Crowley x Aziraphale x Reader

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ALSO AVAILABLE ON MY Ao3 ACCOUNT Calybear7 You, the reader, have been living since ancient times. You have no idea why you are unable to die and have to live life detached and secretive in order to survive. In an attempt to make back some petty cash, you spot a "help wanted" sign in a particularly gorgeous bookshop window. Things start to feel strange and suspiciously cozy after working there. For some reason, it feels different getting to know the two people who spend most of their time in the shop, upkeeping the selection. You begin to think that maybe they're the answer to understanding why you seem to live "Forever".
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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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