Angels, like all winged things, need to occasionally molt, shedding their old feathers to grow new ones. This is an annoying process which tends to make them snappish. But when Aziraphale goes into his first molt after the Apocalypse that wasn't, it's a bit different than any other molt he's ever had, and he gets more than merely snappish.

Or in other words, Aziraphale Falls, one feather, one sin, at a time.

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A little Good Omens story! This is complete, at ten chapters long. I'll try to upload one every day until they're all up.

I figure this is a good story to share this month, as it's about re-learning your identity, and also features a literal Pride parade. (And the "deadly sin" of pride, too!)

The last chapter does contain a sex scene, but it's much more "literary" and less erotica than usual for me, so it won't actually move beyond mature, and the rest of the story is very much All Audiences.

Enjoy!

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