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The Florist and the Hare

Hello! I just wanted to hop on here and say that the project I have been working on for probably a year now finally has its first chapter up on Ao3!!!

I am so excited to share this with you all and can't wait for you to love these characters the way that I do. I mean, we've all run dry of Good Omens content for now until season 3. You might as well stop by and give it a read.

<3

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Here is a voiceover of the very first tiktok I uploaded. I read it and put a filter over it since I’m not at all a professional voice actor 😅. I hope that this can help to accommodate those who struggle reading tiktok format or in general like audiobooks more. Everyone deserves to enjoy content!

I hope this is helpful! I’m planning on uploading all of them on here at some point but for now have this one ❤️

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Here are two sneak peaks of the newest short story I'm about to add on Ao3 (hopefully sometime tonight or tomorrow). <3

“Crowley, I will enjoy all versions of you endlessly and devoutly. Angel or demon. Let me love you differently, separate from the Earth, humanity...God.” Aziraphale’s hand moved to cradle the side Crowley’s face, now, finally, divine golden eyes stared into his. “I love you as you are, however, I wish for you to as well. I want to see you smile like you did in Heaven.” His finger moved a stray hair from Crowley’s face. “To watch you light up like the stars.”

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Crowley was a ring wrapped around Aziraphale’s finger. Aziraphale could twist it and occasionally take the ring off, but it would still be there waiting for him to put it back on. Even if the color faded or rusted, the ring would wait to be picked up one more time, either to be discarded or polished.  

But none of that mattered to it. The ring only has one job, to be there for the person who wants to wear it.  

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The cottage in the hills (my short Good Omens Essay)

There is a Good Omens shaped hole in my heart. There has not been a day that went by where I didn't think about this little show. Dramatic, I know.

I just wanted to share with everyone, there are things that hurt me more than the ending of season 2 and that is how I came to terms with it. Maybe this can help you too.

Crowley and Aziraphale will end up in a South Downs cottage. That has been confirmed, that they are happy and will be happy for the rest of their existence.

The likelihood, however, of us seeing normalcy between them is slim. I want to see Aziraphale and Crowley stroll through the park with their hands locked together. I want to see them waking up next to each other with the biggest smile on their faces. I want to see Aziraphale making tea for Crowley with a kiss as a thank you.

I want to see a domestic life. A joyful one.

Perhaps we will get a glimpse, maybe one more kiss. But this next season is going to be chaos. A big kaboom with a sweet ending.

We probably won't see them waking up next to each other. We probably won't see them hanging out in their garden. And we probably won't see Aziraphale reading to Crowley while he lazes in his lap.

A content, normal, life.

But the beauty of that is, I feel like I've already seen it.

There are thousands of creative people out there who have dedicated time, energy, and love into putting out fan works. I've seen these goofs in every situation imaginable, because we (the fans) love them so much.

So while it hurts right now, and will still hurt for a time, as long as there is love for this show, there is a future.

So yes, it's painful. We probably won't see David Tennant wrapped up in a tartan blanket while Michael Sheen leans into him with a book, but sure as hell someone will draw that.

We have the power to continue this story far beyond the reach of the show, of the book, and of the radio series. So no, you're not going to see a private life between Aziraphale and Crowley. But I think it is much more beautiful to know that it exists and that fans are inclined to write, draw, and create it for themselves.

Thank you to everyone who worked on any part of the Good Omens show, the book, the radio series, the everything. You've changed my life in an insurmountable way.

And I can't wait for the morning after season three when I sit up and wonder, what the hell am I going to do with the rest of my life?

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“I’ve loved for so long,” he hiccupped, “now can’t be the time to let it go.”

“We won’t be letting go. We’ll just be finding each other somewhere in the stars.” Now they were both crying. “I’ve lived my whole life for you, let me give it up for you too. Offer me something that God denied every angel and demon alike. Let me have a choice.”

“But Crowley,” Aziraphale flashed the first smile he had seen in a long time, “that is for humans.”

“Then let me die one as well.”

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just so you know every time i read your stuff i always end up with tears uncontrollably rolling down my face and a raging headache. youre a frustratingly incredible writer keep it up 😭👍

Thank you. It means a lot to know that my words don’t fall on deaf ears ❤️ I hope that one day, I’ll release something of my own, and people will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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“I see you Crowley. I always have. I knew I was hurting you.”

“But you are not like God. You were keeping us safe. She gave me everything I could have ever wanted and ripped it away when I defended a creation she put no thought into. But even that was a blessing.” He pressed their foreheads together. “I met someone truly worth worship from the beings I wanted to protect.”

“I am no God.”

“No,” Crowley whispered, “you are better.”

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“Crowley.” Now buckets of tears fell to his waistcoat. “Don’t make me.” Crowley shushed him and massaged down his face.

“Don’t cry for those who gave you nothing.”

“I’m not crying for them.” Aziraphale stared intensely into his golden eyes. “I’m crying for the one who gave me everything.”

“Afraid I’ve got nothing left to give angel. Nothing more than my life.”

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“Love your enemies. I’m afraid I followed that rule too closely.” He took Crowley’s shaking hands into his own. “Hatred stirs up strife,” he kissed the tops of his hands, “but love covers all offenses. I’m afraid my dear that the world, that Heaven, and even God, was never fair to you. Too divine to be a human,” Aziraphale leaned closer to him and wiped away tears, “but not enough to enjoy your rightful spot in Heaven.”

“Please. Don’t say anymore.” Crowley begged quietly. “Please angel.”

“Why not? I’ve said nothing if not the truth.”

“Do not disagree with her. Do not question her decisions.”

“Sometimes,” Aziraphale wove his hands through Crowley’s hair soothingly, “I fear you have more faith than I.” 

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Think of it in terms of the stars, as Crowley once might have. Two stars, pulled by the orbit of the other, the gravity if you will, over the course of six thousand years. They inched closer and closer together. Collision was obvious to everyone except them. They were each other’s end, but also their beginning. The moment those two stars became a ‘we’, an ‘us’.

And it burned brighter than anything ever seen before.

The days after that were peaceful. Domestic in the best kind of way. They made up for lost time so easily and suddenly the prospect of ‘moving too fast’ was now never moving fast enough. Navigating newfound normalcy with someone who you thought was out of your reach for forever, was never ordinary.

Each kiss Crowley received was like another star joining their endless galaxy.

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Ephesians 4:32, Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.

Sometime after the end of the world Crowley asked Aziraphale why that sentence was the only thing highlighted in the entire book.

“It was to remind myself that humans wrote the bible.” Crowley was stunned to silence. Aziraphale didn’t even bat an eye. “God did not forgive you, the most kind, tenderhearted and genuine being in all of the kingdoms thereof.”

Crowley was forcefully thrust back into an unpleasant memory. Watching everything he thought was supposed to protect him, love him, reject and ditch him in the span of milliseconds. The sweet melody of righteousness singing his mornings and nights, reversed and reverberated until silenced on the fall from grace.

Tears welled in his eyes.

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“Have you ever asked God for something Crowley?”

“Please,” he yelled as he dropped, “at least tell me what I’ve done!”

“No I haven’t.”

“You’re doing that thing again.” Aziraphale stood from his spot and approached Crowley.

“What thing?” Crowley set down the paper.

“Reminiscing without me. I see it in your eyes darling.” Crowley reached for his sunglasses on his collar only to have Aziraphale lean down and take them. “I wonder sometimes; was I always able to read you this well? Did those glasses of yours prevent pain I could have comforted?”

“No pain you’ve caused angel.”

“Pain all the same.”

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People were meant to love Aziraphale. A being crafted and perfected by God’s touch and purposed for the sole reason of worship. He was constructed that way. However, as Crowley had slowly over these six thousand years come to realize, that wasn’t why he loved him.

Angels have no faults until they’ve fallen, then all anyone sees is a demon.

Not Aziraphale.

“You were an angel once.”

The words slid off his tongue with practiced ease, as if he had been contemplating them internally for far too long. It wasn’t said to be hurtful or condescending, but factually correct. Something no one seemed to mention was that every demon was, too, made in God’s image to carry out her will.

To Crowley, this was Aziraphale wondering what went wrong. That was a step far above any angel he had ever met before.

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Their behavior, from the beginning, is what someone like God might call ‘wrong’. An angel gives the gift of fighting and war, and a demon gives the gift of choice and inquisitiveness.

They faced God’s decisions together. One remaining as developed with faith and the other weary of consequence.

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“If she loves them, why let them go?” The first and last question to leave Crowley's mouth as an angel. A sin to question her authority, her plan. Judging a decision formed by God herself and challenging the approach made for humanity.

Perhaps it was a petty thing to push him lower than those he seemed to speak so highly of. Now even the ones that once worshipped entities like him, would cower for the fate of those as unfortunate. There was no fall for hell-bound humans. Crawley felt sorry for them.

They knew not of the wind through feathers of gold and the sight of white waves that sparkled like water. How tears defied gravity for mere moments of wishing to be rain so their sorrows would disappear. How finely cared for fingertips pulsed soot and ash.

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The clouds below Heaven were underappreciated, at least Crowley thought so. It was something, he pondered, that was a view for those denied sanctity. The one beautiful thing they were granted during the plummet.

All the stars he had seen were nothing compared to the sun-streaked clouds his wings brushed through in the fall. His feathers drew long lines of powdered sky with the force of his rejection. But he couldn’t help to stare past his distraught and through the holes in the dust to see angels going about business as usual.

Each shone brighter than the sun, radiating what he had not only moments ago.

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"Aziraphale reached up one more time and caressed his bottom lip. He wondered whether he was relishing the feeling, or wiping away the pain.

Does he wish it never happened or is he afraid of what it changed?"