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Aziraphale Fell is a flight attendant who excels at delivering top notch customer service, but when it comes to his relationships outside the aircraft, things tend to crash and burn. After a particularly bumpy breakup, he decides to try a more casual approach to fulfilling his needs on the ground. What he can’t anticipate is that the man of his choosing ends up being a frequent flier on one of his monthly lines.
Anthony Jay Crowley is a London based architect who is working on a project in New York City. The last thing Crowley expects is to bump into the affable steward at the same bar following his flight. Starved for companionship, Crowley cannot help but be drawn to this man's quiet charms.
What was originally intended as a single night of passion soon turns into something more, which leads Aziraphale to wonder if he is headed for an emotional tailspin just as Crowley doubts the sustainability of something long term.
Can these two pilot their relationship through past insecurities and push through the turbulent challenges their current lifestyles present? Or will they release the controls and allow their hearts to fall to pieces?
A Good Omens Human AU.
This time, Aziraphale catches Crowley before he can fall.
Drabble 2 of 3 of the "past, present, future," task for the Project Tempus Linea Event.
Aziraphale is drawn to an unknown Flemish Primitive for reasons he cannot readily explain until a stranger helps him understand.
Drabble 2 of 3 of the "past, present, future," task for the Project Tempus Linea Event.
Crowley falls a second time of his volition.
Drabble 1 of 3 of the "past, present, future," task for the Project Tempus Linea Event.
For all their knowledge of all the languages of the world, Aziraphale and Crowley have created one for themselves that only they seem to understand.
Essentially, all the prompts I had to use in "The Heart is Hard to Translate" but fluffier (in most cases), and in some instances, smuttier, and without word count constraints.
All things considered, it is quite hard to run away properly, when your friends can, quite literally, follow you to the Ends Of The Universe And Back.
This is fairly annoying when your friends' primary motivations for hunting you down seems to be to pretend that Everything's Fine Without Him, Really, ruin your perfectly-sweet, perfectly-quiet happiness with a sudden onset of Relationship Crisis, and to sidle you into playing Therapist when your only qualifications for the role are that you were once (sort of; it's a long story) a God and/or have previously given some Exciting News to a random virgin woman and some shepherds, neither of which are particularly helpful.
Beelzebub is Mildly Furious, Gabriel is Quietly Amused: together they're, well, sort of just... Meh about it all?
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For all their knowledge of all the languages of the world, Aziraphale and Crowley can’t seem to articulate just how they truly feel about one another. And then, by the time they do, it's too late.
Written for RogueSlytherin’s “100 Ways to Leave a Lover,” challenge.
Aziraphale loves attending britot milah. The only problem is that Eliyahu HaNavi is always there.
At first, Crowley just thought it was a really good plant.
Angels did not generally hug.
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