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A witch decides, in retribution, to take something from Dean he can never get back. Something he never realized was there until it was gone.
Forging something new in its place, well. Whatever it takes.
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“Do you think life will ever go back to normal?” wondered Aziraphale, eyes following a mother pushing a stroller, her face mask and outfit colour-coordinated.
He and Crowley, too, wore masks that went with their attire-- even if Crowley’s was a simple black.
Slouched beside him, arm stretched along the back of the bench, Crowley followed Aziraphale’s gaze without any reaction.
“Sure. A new normal, but normal all the same.” His eyes slid to a pair feeding the ducks. “Wouldn’t be the first time. Won’t be the last. Plucky, these humans. Stubborn buggers, the lot of them.”
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There was something to be said for the view. A literal paradise stretching in all directions, filled with beauty and life and wonder-- rather than monsters lurking in the shadows, waiting to drag you into the dark.
Another laugh tumbled out of him, disbelieving and wet, a touch of hysteria at the edges. He and Sam had a hand in creating all of this. Two orphan boys, a rogue angel, and the son of Lucifer. Team Free Will 2.0 had done this.
That knowledge definitely made dying a little easier.
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“Once upon a time,” Brother Francis began, a smile spreading over his features. He looked more enthused and delighted by the forthcoming story than his audience, a four-year-old boy draped over an ever-patient sheepdog. The dog was about as much his nanny as Nanny Ashtoreth, herding the boy around as though he were a flock of one.
“You’re telling it wrong,” Warlock informed him.
Aziraphale blinked, then jerked back in offense. He- Aziraphale, an angel of the Lord, who had been on Earth before the very invention of storytelling- was being told he was telling a story wrong?
The smile he forced onto his face was tight and did little to disguise the vein throbbing in his temple. “Pardon, Master Warlock?”
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Unable to keep the grin off his face, Dean held up his finger again. “Remember: absolute secrecy. You saw nothing, and you don’t know anything about what you’re about to not see, okay?”
The corner of Castiel’s mouth ticked up, eyes bright with mischief and a shared secret. “We wandered a grey wood in the other direction before coming back. It was very boring. I don’t understand the point.”
Sweeping out an arm for Castiel to go first, Dean’s grin was nearly giddy. “That’s what I like to hear!"
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Good Omens Prompt Fics by Tenoko1
Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
15 Jul 2020
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This is a series of independent fics that are all based off prompts I received.
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Started as a prompt that was meant to be a drabble... and I got carried away. (Oh, Lord, write this fic). I won't lie, there are no concrete plans for this series re: how many parts of an overarching plotline. Each part seems to be happening accidentally. As of writing this (Oct 8, 2019), there are two parts and a plot bunny rubbing her paws wondering about a third. We shall see. ♥
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A series of individually contained one-shots that take place when Team Free Will 2.0 go on a cruise for Christmas. Can be read individually, together, or in hit-and-miss style. If you want gen, there are Gen. if you want shipping, there are shipping. All of them celebrate TFW 2.0 as friends and family.
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Pokemon AU. After the tragic destruction of his family, Dean Winchester settles down in a new city and attempts to make a new life for himself and his loyal, gregarious Vaporeon. When his job at a Pokemon nursery leads him to the man who saved his life a decade ago, Castiel, he’s stunned by the discovery – only to find that Cas doesn’t remember him at all. And that might only be the start of some real rot in the foundations of the whole damn world.
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Bookmarked by Tenoko1
02 Mar 2025
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Absolute favorite. Wish there were more Pokemon fusion fics out there, author perfectly portrays a world built around human/Pokémon cohabitation-- and how easy it would be to make the world more handicap accessible for people who require animal companions.
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How Draco Malfoy met a girl on a train, ruined his life, started a war, and ended one.
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Sounds absolutely amazing and the writing of just the first chapter is exquisite.
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Hermione overhears something she shouldn't concerning Professor Snape and decides that maybe the House-elves aren't the only ones in need of protection.
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It will take me a while to post all 50+ chapters but this will be a cleaned up and edited version that interested readers will be able to drop into a PDF or e-reader format.
A lot of very fine artist types created wonderful art to go along with the story. You can find them here: http://petprojectcaeria.deviantart.com/ -
Above and Below by LadyWallace
Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
13 Feb 2020
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all i need, darling, is a life in your shape by deadgreeks
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
08 Jun 2019
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After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives.
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Why? Aziraphale wanted to ask him, why millennia of the way things were, and now this?But while Crowley seemed to have little issue upending every unspoken rule they’d ever written for themselves, Aziraphale was not so flexible, and they had spent thousands of years never quite addressing whatever it was this had stemmed from. Words, Aziraphale had always felt, were for bickering about where to eat for lunch, or hashing out ontological debates, or other trivial nonsense; there was no need to trifle with the imprecision of language, with phrasing and the possibility of being misconstrued, when it came to important matters if the other person simply understood, without needing it said. Six thousand years ago, when Aziraphale had met Crowley on the wall of Eden, watching the first two humans set out to begin the rest of history, something deep within him, more central even than his Grace, had thought, oh, it’s you, and that had been enough for him--for both of them, he assumed--for three millennia.
However much he wanted to ask, he didn’t know how. The words simply weren’t there.