Good Omens Fic Rec: God's Silence Like the Sun
Crowley is looking for something. Has always been looking, perhaps, but now, in their cottage in the South Downs, his search becomes much more obvious to Aziraphale. It happens every day, and after a while, it becomes almost performative. As if Crowley were just waiting for Aziraphale to ask what he is doing, exactly. That, of course, means that Aziraphale won't ask what Crowley is looking for under the carpet, in the soil of his garden or between the sofa cushions. He won't ask, regardless of how long Crowley's search continues, a careful performance. Regardless of how curious Aziraphale is. This is a matter of pride, after all. And that means it doesn't matter that he wakes to find Crowley snooping under the closet in the middle of the night. It means that he is not at all, not one bit, not even slightly intrigued by the looks Crowley throws him during his search, clearly meant to irritate him. He won't ask – he has that much pride....oh, darn it, he will ask. (As it turns out, that is for the best. Because the revelation of what Crowley is looking for in their home leads to other revelations – ones that Aziraphale is not even a little annoyed by.)
Length: 9,150 words
AO3 Rating: General Audiences
Best for: Safe in Public, Fluff, Pick-Me-Up, Ace Friendly
Triggers: None
Read it here, fic by oceantears
*Minor Spoilers* This fic is has all the domestic bliss that I love about a South Downs story! We do the classic magical time jump to the cottage after everything is all resolved and we don't know anything about what happened post season 2. It makes no allusions to whatever it was, or to the Final 15. Really, it could be read as a post-season 1 story if you wanted! We join them as they've just moved into their cottage, and Aziraphale notices that Crowley is searching. What is Crowley searching for? What is up with these strange little looks and sighs that he can't quite hide from Aziraphale? Reader, the answer might bring tears to your eyes from all the gentle love and devotion. This is not a loud passionate confession, it's quiet and shy acknowledgement. "An act of rebellion, once. Not anymore. His words are just facts, now." It's a lovely story that I absolutely lost myself in. Completely safe in public, and sure to make your heart swell! It's a really gorgeous and heartwarming story.
Read it here, fic by oceantears
