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Reigen has to pay his family a visit over New Year's Eve... At least, his older sister will be there, too.
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Tome organizes a Christmas Party at Spirits and Such! What could go wrong? (Spoiler: Everything, I mean, come on...)
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A little talk between Reigen and his older sister at a family meeting
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This is a small collection of fluff bombs for Serirei Week 2020.
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In which temptations are accomplished, grand romantic gestures are made, and two ineffable co-stars only take four seasons of an award-winning television program to realize they’re on their own side (at last, at last.)
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Married at First Sight by Aracloptia
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
08 Dec 2023
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“Well, that was a thing,” Crowley said once they were out of earshot. Without talking about it, they were both heading down the field, towards the lake where the photographer (and likely a few more people from the TV crew) was waiting.
“That was a wedding,” Aziraphale replied, surprised at his own annoyance that somebody called a wedding a ‘thing’.
“Yeah, obviously, didn’t miss that part,” Crowley said with a shrug, and waved abruptly in Aziraphale’s general direction. “Neither did you, from the looks of it, since you’re dressed like a wedding bride and everything.”
“Excuse me, I am a—“ Aziraphale stopped himself, and started over.
In which Aziraphale ends up marrying a rude stranger who wears sunglasses.
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Life-Changing Phone Call by Yellowvelvetcake
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
07 Mar 2024
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Tracy has started her own sex line, and to get her business going, she has made her best friend Crowley promise to call in daily for a week.
Crowley never expected to fall for the man on the other side of the line.
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ON HIATUS
Smiling warmly at the huddles of students, Aziraphale made his way over to Crowley, who was leaning against his desk. Crowley was dressed in layers of all black (as per usual), his red hair was tied back in a loose ponytail (not as usual, he often wore it down) and he was twirling Aziraphale’s fountain pen between his fingers.
“Mister Fell,” Crowley drawled, but the warmth in his amber eyes and the upward curve of his mouth betrayed any attempt at appearing nonchalant.
Aziraphale found himself grinning. How on Earth had he ever disliked this man?
“Crowley,” he said, eyes crinkling as he plucked the pen out of Crowley’s hands and put it back by his notebook.