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crowley as one of those vintage pin ups

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These days, Father Montgomery is his last real connection to the Church. He’s carefully avoided forming any new ones, and now he’s being asked to go do a job for a pastor?
“I don’t know…” Aziraphale says.
“You don’t need to work with him, if you don’t want to,” Montgomery allows, understanding. “It’s about a congregation member. His daughter is missing.”
...Chapter 1 coming July 25th
#preview#coffee scented candles#coffee scented candles preview#aziracrow#fanfic#good omens fanfic#gomens fanfic#crowley#aziraphale#fanfic preview
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-How much trouble can I get into for just asking a few questions?-
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My hand slipped- ehm anyways part 1
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Queer as in... ❤️🧡💛💚🩵💙💜
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*wipes Good Omens-flavoured tears from my eyes* THEM…….
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Stopped my walk while scrolling just to show yall the most 'upset wife' pose I have ever seen in my life

If this is not the picture perfect of 'I don't believe I am married to this dumbass', I don't know what is
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Mirrors adorn every wall within this lavish man’s home. He loves to look at himself – but more, he loves to look at himself with guests. He loves seeing him and Crowley walk side by side down the broad hallways, reflected left, right, and from above. It doesn’t matter that it’s Crowley, specifically; anyone would likely do. Even in such a disheveled state as she.
Crowley helped him design this house. And now he’s selling it to aggrandized house flippers. She scoffs, admiring the sculpted marble pillars leading into the drawing room. She’d hand-selected the design to go with the boarding. Not that it matters anymore. It will likely be scrapped for parts. And she could never afford to take it from him.
...Chapter 1 coming July 25th
#crowley#aziraphale#good omens#gomens fic#good omens fanfic#coffee scented candles#fic preview#aziracrow
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pose inspired by @/bushybritches.bsky.social <3
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Crickets begin to sing in the field, and other bugs – and frogs – soon join the chorus.
The waxing moon is just past half, and it soon illuminates the empty field and mysterious old building.
Were Aziraphale the cursing type, this is the point at which he’d curse, backing away to look at his conquest with distaste. Instead, he softly swears.
“Fine,” he says to the vacant lot. “I’ll just…come back with a key,” he resolves – which is ridiculous, because what good is a key without a door? Saying it makes him feel better, anyway, and Aziraphale turns back toward the wooded path, preparing to make the long walk back to the cab. Which will hopefully still be waiting for him.
But as he turns, he pauses. Whence he came is dark, looks so small and far away, shaded from dim moonlight by dense trees. The mini torch’s faint beam drowns in it.
He pivots again, feeling very repelled by the path.
Something is off.
...Chapter 1 coming July 25th
#coffee scented candles#gomens coffee scented candles#good omens fic#good omens fanfic#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#aziracrow#snippet#preview#fic teaser
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ineffable wives!!
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Pedestrians part at the sound of rubber squealing on tarmac outside; a black classic peals around the corner, skidding to a noisy stop nearly perfectly-aligned with the curb. It’s a siren’s call, and brown balmorals find sidewalk before their wearer even registers the sound. There, parked across the way, glinting lovely hues in the obscured sunset: the Bentley. Her Bentley.
...chapter 1 coming July 25th
#its almost here#i think you guys will like it!!!#good omens#crowley#aziraphale#aziracrow#fix-it fic#gomens fix-it#coffee scented candles#gomens fanfic
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Walking past the bookshop, the attentive observer might notice a narrow alleyway between the bookshop and a private industrial building that takes up most of the rest of the block. Any curious soul brave enough to slip into the shadows would find a creaky, metal staircase which is most certainly in need of severe maintenance. At the top of the stairs is a door, leading into a plain-looking suite above the bookshop, for anyone brave enough to climb to it.
Nothing is particularly remarkable about the door; it bears a silver sign with plain black serif typeface lettering that reads Fell; PI. The sign is small, more like a nametag than a door label.
The door is always locked.
Though sometimes, when certain people knock on it, it’s opened.
...Chapter 1 coming July 25th
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falling slowly!!!
Posting them together, bottom one was initially posted with caption ‘when you realize your family’s love is conditional but you have found family’
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