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    Alternate Universe in which Jane Shepard was raised by a notorious turian expatriate.

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    A hypothetical canon-compliant asexual romance between Mordin Solus and Grace Shepard. Spans the events of Mass Effect 2 + 3.

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  1. Rec 59

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    Crowley has decided to give up on life in the city and move to the countryside. Aziraphale is intrigued by the new arrival in Pelican Town. Fluff ensues in such enormous quantities I am compelled by law to recommend a dental check-up after reading.

    A series of Good Omens/Stardew Valley ficlets I've been posting on tumblr as I play through thunderheadfred's "Stardew Omens" mod (which replaces Harvey with Aziraphale as the town doctor). Knowledge of the game provides some additional context for the NPCs etc but really it's all about the ineffable farm romance here. Rating might go up if these two idiots start tearing each other's clothes off at some point.

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    14 Nov 2019

    Bookmarker's Notes

    AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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    When Aziraphale finds a cologne he likes, he wears it for decades. (Don’t even mention Shalimar...)

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    Crowley's scent seems especially designed to grab your attention, but he sure as hell isn’t going to explain why. Good luck naming a single note; he changes his cologne as often as he changes shoes, hairstyles, and gender...

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    23 Sep 2019

  3. Rec 68

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    “I suppose I should be flattered,” Aziraphale said with wholly inappropriate amusement, leaning back to slide off his jacket and waistcoat while Crowley fought to not completely shake apart on the bed. “Now, let’s see. You mentioned something about rubber phalluses earlier, so should I take that to mean you’re amenable to penetration?”

    “Yesssss.” The word hissed out between Crowley’s teeth without even the decency to ask his permission. He sought the buttons of Aziraphale’s neatly pressed shirt and made an actual whine when the angel caught both his hands by the wrists and pinned them to the mattress to either side of his head. The infernal Mark pulsed where it lay carved into his skin, the curse wending its way deeper into his body. “Azsssiraphale, pleasssse…”

    Angels are sexless. Demons, not so much.

    (Now with an epilogue!)

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    22 Sep 2019

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    This is some of the most charming and on-point and in-character Good Omens fic I have yet had the pleasure of reading. I feel like I just ate a big mint-chip ice cream, refreshing and decadent all at once.

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    And Aziraphale is realizing now, to its fullest, something he’s suspected for nearly as long as he’s known Crowley: the demon is no silver-tongued devil. He is no weaver of words, no smooth talker. It would fit in with his image, certainly— shouldn’t a man-shaped being dressed like an oilslick have speech just as dark and slippery— but there’s very little of either of them that’s as it ought to be, really.

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    21 Sep 2019

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    “You…” Aziraphale sounded baffled, and suddenly quite sober. “You liked that? But, my dear, you said it was torturous. ‘Six thousand years of torture,’ as I recall.”

    “Yeah. Yeah, but the anticipation, and the yearning, and…and how every moment with you was so maddeningly intense, and…”

    And what else could Crowley say? How could he expect Aziraphale to understand that after six thousand years of torture he’d actually got a bit used to it? That he’d felt like a band strained further and further, and now he found himself permanently stretched, flopping about with too much slack and no way to hold on to what he’d been reaching towards for so long?

    (Crowley kind of misses the pining when it's gone. Aziraphale comes up with a solution.)

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