do you feel it now? (E, 10.7k) - a good omens fic by ineffabildaddy
Lonely and listless, Crowley has been wandering the Earth with no contact from Aziraphale for centuries. He is assigned an unusual job by his superiors, tasked with visiting the dwelling of a holy man which lies in the fringes of a remote desert village. This man accepts one guest - an unbeliever, perhaps, or someone down on their luck - per night into his hut for rituals of private worship. Crowley has been ordered to put a stop to these rituals, which encourage even society's most rejected and unconventional individuals to invite the love of God into their lives, by any means necessary… even if that means smiting the holy man where he stands. Under cover of darkness and the anonymity he is afforded by his glasses, Crowley arrives at the hut posing as a human infidel… and finds that the wise man’s methods are far more intimate than he first suspected. Immersing himself in the ritual might just be enough to forget about the angel he’s missing… until he realises that the man behind it is alarmingly angelic himself.
