Hello my amazing friends!! I hope you are doing well!
First id like to thank you for your amazing work here on this archive, you are the kindest souls ❤️
Secondly, id like to ask if you have any recommendations of longer works, can be any type, any trope (but i would prefer if it didnt have like a angsty ending)
Just any loooong works that i can download and add to my e-reader ( going on a vacay/holliday)
I wish you peeps the best ❤️
Hi! We have a #long fic tag, and if you you're only requirement is "long" and "no angsty ending" you can do a seach on AO3 that excludes the "unhappy ending" tag and filters by length. Here, I've done it for you. Here are a few to get you going...
Once More, with Pharaohs by Duinemerwen (M)
Egypt, 1337 B.C.: Aziraphale gets stuck reliving Tuesday afternoon over and over again. It wouldn't be so bad, if every afternoon didn't start mid-argument with a certain disagreeable demon. Or if cooperation with the aforementioned demon weren't Aziraphale's only chance at escaping the time loop...
Standalone, canon-compliant story featuring friendship and humour, with a side of angst, the smallest dash of romance, and a happy ending.
Ineffably Yours by SecondHandNews (M)
It had been six thousand years, give or take, Aziraphale had stopped keeping count, it didn’t seem to matter now. Six thousand years he had wandered the Earth and he had taken in almost every sight, every sound, every taste. He had seen humans’ greatest evils and witnessed their truest joys, and yet it was still this fallen angel who taught him more than any other. If he had learned two things in the past six millennia it was that nobody was ever truly fallen, and those with the whitest wings could conceal the blackest souls.
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An angel and a demon have been playing a six thousand year long game of the words not said. It’s funny, though, the truths that saving the world can unveil. With heaven announcing its plans to make up for Armageddon and with hell closing in, what will be the cost of protecting what they’ve found in each other?
Planning Permission by blythely & circetigana (M)
Aziraphale has put memories away for centuries. Carefully filed them around far-flung corners of the island he has claimed as his Principality. As he and Crowley celebrate 1000 years of their Arrangement, he begins to wonder what he’s been missing. Crowley has plans of his own, plans that he wants to share. But with the angel looking to the past, he knows he’ll have to be patient about their future.
Or:
Aziraphale has hidden his regrets. Crowley has hidden his hopes. One day they’ll unpack them together.
The Truth Remains by WanderingAlice (M)
Raphael had been the third angel ever created, and he’d raised himself first with Michael’s clumsy help. Then he’d turned around and raised three more siblings, and loved them all so fiercely it hurt. He'd loved Aziraphale too, more than either of them really knew.
And then, he fell. He lost everything. The bond he held with his siblings was ripped away, leaving an aching, empty void. And while he still has Aziraphale, the angel doesn't recognize the archangel who taught him how to care about the Earth. And Crowley refuses to tell him who he was, or how Aziraphale's voice is the one thing that can soothe the ache in his soul that wants, so badly, to feel a connection again.
A story through the ages as an angel and a demon come to terms with their shared past.
Through The Eastern Gate by SoftlySweptAway (M)
Aziraphale finds himself lost in a thick wood with no memory of who he is or where he came from. All he can remember is his own name. Lost and confused, he stumbles upon a crumbling chateau that is home to a serpent in a garden and a man who only appears night. Searching for answers and determined to break the strange spell cast over the manor, Aziraphale will have to step through the eastern gate to find his way home.
An angel and a demon have been playing a six thousand year long game of the words not said. It’s funny, though, the truths that saving the world can unveil. With heaven announcing its plans to make up for Armageddon and with hell closing in, what will be the cost of protecting what they’ve found in each other?
https://archiveofourown.org/series/1394677
Good Omens: Crowley, Aziraphale, Gabriel, Raphael (OC), misc characters
4 works; 157 chapters; 583,580 words.
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It had been six thousand years, give or take, Aziraphale had stopped keeping count, it didn’t seem to matter now. Six thousand years he had wandered the Earth and he had taken in almost every sight, every sound, every taste. He had seen humans’ greatest evils and witnessed their truest joys, and yet it was still this fallen angel who taught him more than any other. If he had learned two things in the past six millennia it was that nobody was ever truly fallen, and those with the whitest wings could conceal the blackest souls.
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Warning: food, excessive alcohol, gory metaphors/hypotheticals, brief homophobia, discussion of historical tragedies & related violence (AIDS, 9/11), hell-related decay/grossness, smarmy/manipulative behavior on a large scale, brief mind-tampering/airport security, minor injury, suicide, (brief!) child death/plant abuse mention
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Podfic Available - Collab
Stolen Nights (Dreams Of The Future) - top
Holding On to Love - bottom
I’ve had the privilege to work with @sator-the-wanderess as a co-artist in the Good Omens Big Bang on SecondHandNews’s Only Love Can Hurt Like This, available on AO3.
Please be sure to check it out!
Here’s two pieces I did for the @goodomensbigbang as one ot the artists for SecondHandNews’s story “Only Love Can Hurt like This” - along with the amazing @amadness2method: go check out their works!
The story is set in Renaissance Italy and is full of love and passion - please go read the whole fic, it’s gorgeous ♥
Drake and Megan enjoy singing together, they’re singing “The Chain” in the first drawing and “Second-hand News in the other “. There’s a playfulness in the second song the couple can’t resist singing to. #husbandandwife #husky #corgi #furryart #furry #fleetwoodmac #thechain #secondhandnews https://www.instagram.com/p/BxEZhRngXFT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=w8xqhe37wxj7
I'm looking for fics in which Aziraphale and Crowley get closer (can be E, but doesn't have to be) and one or both of them retreat afterwards "because it's not meant to be", preferably with a lot of heartbreak and crying and a possible happy ending. Thank you for the blog and for your work, you are amazing!
We have recommended some fics like this before here, and I’ve got a few more now...
White Walls and Dead Air by BabyHoldMyFlower (G)
It’s after the fourth day that he decides he hates God. He’s too tired to hold it back. Too miserable. Too busy dying. He knows he’ll go back on it later. He knows that he’ll repent later, and he’ll mean it, he thinks, once he gains some perspective, but there is nothing that could stop this bone-deep agony from churning and rising into something ugly. He’s not supposed to feel this way. He’s an angel, he really shouldn’t be thinking these things. Blind obedience is what they were created for. It’s in this moment that he can admit to a flaw in the Almighty’s design. If she wanted soldiers, she shouldn’t have given them the capacity to love.
Law of inevitable eventuality by Yuu_chi (E)
“I think,” says Aziraphale with the confidence of a man three glasses deep into a particularly excellent bottle of wine, “that we should have sex.”
Do You Remember That Night In 1892? by Vecieminde (T)
Crowley had slept. More than he had planned, less than he had hoped for. The air is cool and a quick temptation in a casino doesn’t sound too bad. Yet, the last person he expected to find there was The Principality of The Eastern Gate.
Great.
Now they need to talk. After all, they had parted rather abruptly. Things had been said but not enough. Not nearly enough.
A Case of You (Ineffably Yours: Stolen Nights VI) by SecondHandNews (M)
What happens in Morocco stays in Morocco. Except when it doesn’t.
Phantasmagoria by drawlight (E)
Aziraphale is terrified of Heaven looking over his shoulder. He is terrified of burning Crowley with his holy-water-touch. So he doesn't reach out. He never says a word. Aziraphale loves Crowley in the wordless and touchless way of a ghost.
But there have always been languages for ghosts to speak.
Time Flies (When You're Having Fun) by Mussimm (E)
Versailles, 1769 - Aziraphale has a blessing to perform at a masquerade ball and it's important that he gets this one right. So important, in fact, that he can't seem to leave until he does.
But with a fancy dress, an attentive demon and an endless supply of champagne, it's a little challenging to stay on mission.
out of curiosity i checked out how many words i’ve written for GOmens this year (which took a bit of mathing since one of the fics is a round robin i’m co-writing so not all of those words are mine)
words written: 86,864
and bc i was curious, i also counted up the word count of the WIPs incoming, which will probably not all drop before the end of the year but just so y’all know what is coming
GOBB #155
Title: Only Love Can Hurt Like This
Word Count: 18,900
Archive Warnings: N/A
Rating: M
Pairing(s): Aziraphale/Crowley
Character(s): Aziraphale, Crowley, Leonardo da Vinci
Tags: Slow Burn, 6000 Years of Pining, Ineffable Husbands, Ineffable Idiots, Art, History, Love, Romance, Humour, Good Omens Big Bang
Summary: Before there was paradise there were stolen nights. And before there was Morocco there was Florence. It was a safer time. A naive one, too.
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It was the honour of one’s lifetime, they said, to be painted by the Master. For your likeness to be traced by those genius hands was, after all, the closest one would ever get to immortality. For an angel and a demon, however, sitting for Da Vinci was a favour for an old friend. It was a two day trip to their beloved Italy, a chance to rest for two turns of the Earth. What dear Leonardo had neglected to tell either celestial being was that it wasn’t a solo sitting. It was, in fact, a sitting for two.