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I finished my S2 fix it fic just in the nick of time I suppose!

Give it a read if you like 🙏 I'd be very grateful!

Probably an unnecessary note (if you ever came across any of my posts), but I don't think Aziraphale made a mistake in leaving at the end of S2 etc. He left for Crowley. And the Universe. Because ultimately, there is nowhere to run to for them unfortunately; they can only try their best at changing things. And the chaotic nature of the Universe helps!

Chapter 2

“Are you angry with me?” Aziraphale responded by shaking his head.  “I chose the universe over you.” “So did I.” “But that was,” Crowley continued, back on his feet and to his pacing around the bookshop. “We-we couldn’t have been happy then. Not if we knew what was going on. Heaven and Hell.” Crowley gesticulated wildly. “As you said - I just didn’t think, you know, that the system could change.” “I know.” Aziraphale agreed quietly. “But the thing wasn’t to know it can change. It was to keep going in uncertainty.” “Angel.” “And - we still don’t have that.” “What do you mean?” Crowley asked, voice rising. “Certainty darling. About anything. Can we be happy?” Aziraphale laughed. “We spent 6000 years arguing and bickering. And hiding.” “I thought that was what marriage was about?” Aziraphale turned to Crowley then, smiling.

What are you considering there angel...

Post S2 ficlet, 666 words, T

The first time Crowley sat back in Aziraphale’s armchair after the angel had to leave was about a month after that terrible morning and he fell asleep in it. When Muriel found him, face plastered onto the hard wood, they carried over a grey cardigan they found in the back room, to drape over Crowley’s shoulders. “You are here.” Aziraphale smiled at him, brightly, if a bit sadly. “’m not,” Crowley mumbled, confused. “I was waiting every day. I miss you.”

Maggie nods. “Is Mr Fell alright?” she asks with concern. “Probably not,” Crowley answers, quite honestly. “And it’s just Crowley. No mister nonsense.” Silence stretches between them, nobody making a move now and Crowley is not even sure what they want to know. And what is he supposed to say? To these humans. “He left okay? Got a promotion and left. Happy?” Nina raises an eyebrow and falls back against the back of her chair, folding her arms. “Who was that creepy old guy?” she frowns, looking distinctly un-happy. “Creepy old – oh, yeah, well, he was the one who offered Azi” - Crowley chokes and does not finish saying Aziraphale’s name. “...Promotion. Came to offer the promotion.” Silence. At least between the three of them. The cafe's little sounds continue tinkling around them. Making the day seem unsettlingly normal. At least to Crowley. As if nothing huge happened just days ago. As if his world didn't turn upside down. “Why creepy?” Crowley can’t help but ask. Nina stares at him, considering. She keeps frowning and slowly explains as she’s remembering... “Came to the shop to order coffee, asking if anyone ever asked for death. Laughed about it too. Freak. Wanted a bunch of almond syrup in his oat latte. I remember. Won’t make it for him again. He can go elsewhere.” She spits out.

Would you like a little D/s fic for your Friday afternoon?

AHHHHHH, almost a 100 of 100 word Good Omens snapshots!

I can't believe I made it this far!