Nathanriel's Fate- Chapter 7

It didn't take long for them to get back to the Guild's shop, especially since Kresta seems a lot more familiar with the town than either of the other two. Once inside she doesn't even wait for Erick to show up but instead walks further in the store,...

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A dark omen

Here we go, the next chapter of the wolf and the rose is ready at last. I hope you enjoy it. Comments are appreciated as always. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ...

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Lingering Omens

"Everyone wishes life were that simple; but that never is the case." KeiDred muttered, staring at the ceiling of their oak-crafted home, the rafters above seemingly like that of a church steeple. "But that's never the case for most..." he adds to that,...

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Black Sepia - chapter 6

They went clothes shopping the next day. Pain had left him, but Aziraphale was still molting. The itching wasn't as bad, since he had no more feathers to shed, but the new pinfeathers still pushing up into place itched, and he felt vaguely irritated...

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Black Sepia - chapter 5

Two days later there was a knock on the bookshop door, well after hours. Aziraphale was curled up on the couch with a book, one of his old favorites. He didn't have the energy to read anything new just now. Crowley was wrapped around him, all long...

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Black Sepia - chapter 9

Aziraphale stared at the stack of paperwork in front of him. He was perched on the edge of his couch, with the papers set on an end table he'd pulled around. This was because Crowley was curled around him like a backrest, and he hadn't wanted to move...

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Sealing the Slit

"t-thanks," omen stuttered, feeling once again the butterflies in his chest. "does your owner still cage you up?" "i'm not his sub anymore," omen admitted.

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Black Sepia - chapter 7

"I never quite figured you the sort to march in the street, angel," said Crowley. "Me, yes, I've been in any number of revolutions, though I did try to skip the French one," he gave Aziraphale a wink. "But it's not really your thing, is it?" "The...

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Black Sepia - chapter 8

They reeled arm in arm out of the festival, laughing. Aziraphale was stuffed to the gills and had gotten his palm read, among other things. Crowley had only tasted bits of the various food on offer, but even he'd gotten enough to make nearly a full...

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DeaDGoD and Omen: The Beginning

omen is owned by my friend omen, same thing...

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