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Another Good Omens fic! I cannot be stopped, I'm just going to write thousands upon thousands of words of Aziraphale and Crowley in love, what a wonderful way to spend my summer.
Anywhere You Want to Go, Aziraphale/Crowley
Aziraphale knew Crowley liked him. He'd known it with a horrible clarity since around 1100, which was at least a thousand years after the first time he'd thought of kissing Crowley, and some eight hundred and odd before it occurred to him that the specific quality of Crowley's regard could be very dangerous for both of them, if they actually admitted their feelings aloud.
It was also two weeks since any of that had mattered at all anymore.
They go on holiday to the South Downs cottage! There are picnics! Emotionally repressed flirting! Two whole fraught wrist kisses! Enjoyyyy.
Anywhere You Want to Go, Aziraphale/Crowley
Aziraphale knew Crowley liked him. He'd known it with a horrible clarity since around 1100, which was at least a thousand years after the first time he'd thought of kissing Crowley, and some eight hundred and odd before it occurred to him that the specific quality of Crowley's regard could be very dangerous for both of them, if they actually admitted their feelings aloud.
It was also two weeks since any of that had mattered at all anymore.
They go on holiday to the South Downs cottage! There are picnics! Emotionally repressed flirting! Two whole fraught wrist kisses! Enjoyyyy.
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