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thingummies-and-whatsits · 2 years

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Lewis Fic Recs: Magic and Myths

Atmospheric stories that blur the line between reality and legend, and show just how determined Robbie and James are to keep each other safe. This list is far from exhaustive! Please feel free to add your own favs!

Burned Like One Burning Flame Together by lesyeuxverts

1,000 Words, Pre-James&/Robbie, Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply Through his mirror, James watches time pass in the world beyond, unable to reach through—until the bells of Oxford ring out and he sees a man waiting beside a bridge. Gorgeously dreamlike, with elements from the Lady of Shalott.

I Am a Man Upon the Land by ComplicatedLight

2,063 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply Selkie AU. A beautiful, lyrical piece about what it means to find a home-away-from-home with another person. The ever-present call of the sea is just so rich and vivid.

Draugur by greenapricot

2,460 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply Utterly haunting and atmospheric. James and Robbie break down on a cliff overlooking the sea as a flock of ghostly, phosphorescent dragon birds fly high above. While entranced by the draugur's dance, Robbie gradually starts to think that something seems off with James.

Temptation by perclexed

2,869 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply James and Robbie interview a suspect one golden autumn afternoon, and take a bite from the apple of temptation in the serpent's orchard. Languidly sensual, and on the more explicit side of the T rating.

Tell it To My Heart by paperscribe

3,101 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply Fate takes direct action post "you need a partner" by giving James and Robbie one day within their greatest wish. Their conflicting memories of the past heighten the tension between the sense of belonging and the knowledge that their time there is limited.

Orpheus Ascending by paperscribe

1,1816 Words, James&/Robbie, Rated T, Major Character Death Wandering through Oxford's deserted streets after James' death, Robbie finds himself at the Randolph and gains a chance to keep the promise that he would not look back. The bond between Robbie and James is achingly solid against a blurring and changing reality.

Dance the Macabray by Elphen

5,026 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply A sweetly domestic scene of James and Robbie reading a bedtime story to their granddaughter post-retirement/resignation takes a chilling turn when Death pays Robbie's dreams a visit.

By the Morning Star by Jackie Thomas

4,609 Words, James/Robbie, Not Rated, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings: Suicide (case), Illness & Possible Major Character Death A powerful story of loss, missed opportunities, and the depths to which a person will go to rescue the one they love dearest. Another fic where reality and the flow of time blur and distort, the scene at Robbie's hospital bed is just heartbreaking.

St Michael at the North Gate by icarus_chained

4,373 Words, James/Robbie, Rated M, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings: Homophobia, Religious Fanaticism, Possible Major Character Death Beautifully heartbreaking, James is poisoned by a purification potion designed to rid the victim of their sins through fire and suffering. Robbie knows there's only one chance of saving James from being destroyed by his own guilt.

The Bells of Oxford by MistressKat

2,703 Words, Pre-James/Robbie, Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply In another Oxford, Robbie and James ring the city bells—and ring life into its people. This fic does an incredible amount of subtle world-building in relatively few words, and Robbie and James feel very familiar despite their changed surroundings.

#inspector lewis #itv lewis #robbie lewis #james hathaway #lewis/hathaway #LewisFicRecs

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elphenfan · 3 years

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Wall of Love 1/?

Inspired by a ‘prompt’ off pinterest. I meant for this to be a oneshot and then...I wrote a lot because...me. So as not to make the one person asking wait for too long, we’ll do this in chapters. -------------------------------------------

It happened…when he least expected it.

Of course, that would imply that he, at some level, however infinitesimally small it might be, had expected it, and he could say that he hadn’t expected it at all with conviction and complete honesty.

How could he, after all? It wasn’t the sort of thing you ran into.

Ran into. Quite literally. How very droll.

The fact of the matter was that he had indeed quite physically run into it. Alright, so perhaps he had walked rather than run but that was rather beside the point, he would have thought. He had still walked straight into it, literally and metaphorically, and he hadn’t known what had hit him.

There. Had he managed to express enough modern idioms for it to get across sufficiently?

At least, he didn’t know until much later, and then he had known quite a lot of things all at once. The story about how all of that unfolded goes something like this, give or take a few details omitted or changed slightly.

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Aziraphale hummed to himself as he walked, feeling in a particular good mood.

Of course, he had been in a general sort of good mood for some time at this point in time. It was hard not to be, considering. Even when Crowley treated the bookshop as his personal bedroom and went to sleep in the oddest of places. If it had at least been limited to horizontal places, then…

To be honest, though, that was something of a bonus. It meant that people who saw him were more likely to shun the bookshop and to tell their friends as well, and it gave Aziraphale more of an excuse to keep the shop shut so as not to disturb the sleeping demon.

Not that he needed extra excuses, of course.

But the addition of Crowley as a more or less permanent resident in the shop and in his life was enough to warrant a good mood whatever happened. No matter what mood he was in, what the overlaying mood was, as it were, the underlying mood was always one of contentment and happiness.

The foundation, you might say. Unassailable and unshakable.

Well, nearly.

If there was one fly in the ointment, to borrow an expression, then it was that –

No. That was not an issue and certainly no fly. He had asked about it and had got an answer. The fact that it might not be the answer he would’ve liked to hear did not mean it was an issue or a problem. Not at all, and he ought to be ashamed that he could as much as conceive the notion.

What he had was far more than he could’ve asked for, in any case, and he could not say he wasn’t over the moon with all that he had gained after…after That Saturday. What they had gained.

That had and would always far outstrip anything else.

One thing that he particularly enjoyed was getting to do small things for the demon, whether he noticed them or not. If he did notice them, though, he would splutter and bluster and try to keep his composure. To keep cool, as Aziraphale believed he’d put it, though the blond was at a loss to see what the point was. Then again, he always had struggled with seeing that sort of thing, though he knew it mattered to Crowley.

Interestingly, though, no matter how much bluster and reaction there had or hadn’t been, Crowley had never given the things back or put a stop to them, and so Aziraphale had carried on with them.

It had got to a point by now that the angel would from time to time announce that he would be going out to get one or do one of those little things, leaving the demon ample opportunity to protest or outright stop him if that were what he desired.

So far, there hadn’t been so much as a peep or a movement against, and so Aziraphale had carried on. Not everything was broadcast, obviously, though. There had to be some small opportunities for surprises.

Right now, for instance, he’d gone off to find something that Crowley particularly enjoyed eating but which was only available for a short period of time. It had taken a bit of time to find the best place, or even somewhere that made them, but he had managed it and now, with a bit of time taken out to gather a few extra goodies for the both of them, he was on his way home.

Home.

Home where a demon was waiting for him still. For a given value of waiting, that was. When he’d left him, he’d been snoozing quite happily, stretched out in an impossible position over the back of the sofa that ought to have resulted in him napping on the floor instead.

Not that that stopped the ginger when he felt like sleeping, of course.

Aziraphale felt his lips spread into a smile. Oh, he could hardly wait to get back and surprise his demon with his find.

Perhaps he would wake him with the scent of what he’d bought, which ought to count as a very lovely way to wake up. It was certainly strong enough and enticing enough for his own eyelids to flutter and his mouth to water a little. Perhaps more than a little but then, he had had the scent wafting on the entire scent home, which was getting relatively close now.

As in, he was in general area of Soho, though there was still some way to walk before he reached the part of Soho that was home. He had chosen to go a different direction than normal, as it was a better route for where he had finally managed to locate the thing he’d been after for Crowley.

The fact that it ought to have stopped wafting any kind of scent let alone one of just-come-out-of-the-oven was a minor matter which –

Aziraphale’s thoughts derailed quite suddenly and strongly. Came to a halt, as it were, though that too was somewhat failing to encapsulate the full impact of what he felt.

It wasn’t horrible. If anything, it was the exact opposite, to the point that it threatened to overwhelm and overpower him.

He staggered backwards for a few steps before recovering enough to stop and get himself upright. Well, mostly upright, at any rate, and he had to shoot an arm out to steady himself.

The people around him shot him odd looks but, as he didn’t seem to be in any danger, most continued past, with a few levelling a disapproving glance at him. One small man in a grey suit and a mac did come over to see whether he was alright, though, and he managed to smile and reassure him.

What he said to make the other believe him enough that he went away, he had absolutely idea. The important point was that he didn’t ask any further questions and left him, without calling for an ambulance or something similar.

Not that it wasn’t kind of him to check, of course, not to mention picking up the items the blond had dropped and making sure they were all in one piece, miraculously. That was undeniable, and he did his best to make sure that the man was left feeling his help was appreciated.

It was merely that…well, how could he possibly explain what the problem was?

To say that he had walked straight into a wall of – of love, quite frankly, would not be conducive to getting the man to leave. If anything, it was likely to have a different kind of car called.

Nevertheless, that was the truth of the matter.

Aziraphale had walked straight and true into a wall of love, with much the same impact and effect as a silent era movie star slamming into a pane of glass. He dared to suspect they’d had the same severely smarting face from it, though whether they had the tinkling in their nose and lips were something he wouldn’t speculate on.

He looked up and now that he was aware of what he was looking for, he could see it shimmering at the edge of his vision, a softness that sharpened at the same time as it blurred.

But that sort of visual representation of it was…that did not happen with any kind of love. And no, it had nothing to do with the size of the love. It might be the smallest of loves that showed the brightest and strongest. The truest, as it were.

There were certainly loves that were large and brash and yet were more cobweb-fine and just as hole-riddled as could be. Without substance, in other words.

For the most part, large or small, the love present at any given point was something that was felt rather than seen.

This, though? This was…goodness, there was little wonder that he’d walked into it as if it were a physical object, smarting face and staggering and all.

To be perfectly honest, he was astonished at the fact that people seemed to pass through it as though it was nothing of importance or didn’t exist at all.

Granted, he was a being of love and therefore was able to sense instances of it where humans would see or feel nothing at all, not even where one would’ve thought they’d feel it. It was often quite wonderful, sometimes it was unsettling and on rare occasions, it was crushing and depressing.

That being said, this was…this was of a kind that he would’ve thought everyone would sense. Would run smack into, in fact, to borrow another phrase, and yet, they not only passed through it, but did so as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.

As if it weren’t there at all, in fact.

Something so extraordinary as that and they couldn’t sense it? Even with the factor that this was London, it was more, or less as the case may be, than he would’ve ever expected from people.

How could they be so ignorant of it? It did not seem possible – oh.

No, they weren’t ignorant of it. They just weren’t aware of it.

That was to say, while they weren’t consciously aware of what was happening, quite a few of them had bodies that were and there was a lightness to their step and a softness to their expression that he would be willing to bet – were he not firmly against betting on general, angelic principle, that was – hadn’t been there when they’d stepped into the sphere.

Aziraphale, his arms slightly haphazardly full of the things he’d dropped or almost dropped and had been given back a bit too quickly, tried to move forward to give a further inspection.

He moved much more slowly and carefully than before so as to be sure he didn’t walk into anything. His nose was quite loud in its protests on that score.

A small part of him felt it really was most unfair that he should be hurt by something like that, in particular when humans passed through without any issue.

Then again, they didn’t get the full impact of it either, so he supposed it was a trade-off.

As he neared, the feeling of it intensified and he had to be careful he didn’t stagger again. It was just as potent as when he’d first bumped into it, it showed no sign of dissipating or even diminishing and as far as he could tell, it was very large indeed. So large that he couldn’t have said where its epicentre was.

Which was odd in itself. Large or small, to locate where a particular love came from was no effort at all for him, even though sometimes it really would’ve been nicer not to know. Normally, it was, at any rate. But this?

Stranger still was its strength. This was evidently the edge of it, which he could see with his very eyes, and yet, there was no indication that it was in terms of strength. Put another way, if this was the edge of it, presumably where it was the weakest, then he was almost afraid to know the strength of it at its epicentre.

Who could possibly be emanating a love as strong as that? It was almost of divine proportions, or so he would’ve said if he wasn’t more than aware that that didn’t mean much, or at least didn’t mean what it ought to mean.

He involuntarily looked upwards as he thought that but there didn’t seem to be anyone who had heard anything or otherwise taken notice. Or perhaps they were pointedly ignoring whatever they heard from him at this point in time. It amounted to the same thing, so he wasn’t going to complain.

As he’d looked up, he’d failed to see that someone was in a hurry. So much in a hurry, in fact, that they didn’t care where they went and certainly not where they were supposed to be.

Which meant that they’d mounted the pavement to now come barrelling down it, the pistons of their legs going as though the engine had to supply twice the intended capacity, without regard to where they might have to go through, or who, for that matter.

Including an apparently middle-aged man in a rather fastidious, old-fashioned suit and coat with his arms full, who happened to be standing straight in its path.

People around him were jumping and shouting. Someone was even pulling at his sleeve to try and get him out of the way in time. Unfortunately, there was no time, and in only a few more moments, bicycle and pedestrian would collide.

Only, it didn’t.

To the gaping bystanders, something rather miraculous happened; the bicycle swerved at the last moment, avoiding hitting the blond man by fractions of an inch, whereupon the wheel went on with its curve, so much so that it turned into something of a pirouette.

When it came to a halt, the cyclist was not only still on the bike but was standing, to his utter surprise and bewilderment, on top of the saddle, one foot resting on the saddle while the rest of his body stretched out in a rather graceful ballet pose, despite his suit not being made for that kind of manoeuvre at all.

He had never been to the ballet and wouldn’t have known one pose from another, let alone been able to perform one and yet, here he was. Not only was he doing it, he was holding it, and he felt an almost unbearable urge to go and practice, perhaps take up lessons.

Then reality seemed to return to him. More specifically, he became aware of all the people who were gaping at him and then of what he’d been doing before he’d…oh.

He flushed a nice burgundy colour and scrambled down. Someone took his hand and he involuntarily pirouetted. The colour in his cheeks turned almost plum. However, he didn’t stop.

“That does remind me, it’s been ages since I’ve been at the ballet,” he could hear someone mutter as they went past.

The cyclist, whose name was Bryan, because there is always someone who has to spice up even the most straightforward of names, thought there was something familiar about the outfit and the shape of the head as they went past but couldn’t place it.

In any case, they were past him before he had a chance to give them a proper scrutiny. The last thing he heard before the constant turning made him too dizzy to focus on anything was something along the lines of, “I wonder if I could persuade Crowley to go with me this time.”

For years afterwards, he was not only a ballet devotee, practising and dragging his wife with him to performances, but he kept having the feeling he’d been incredibly lucky in escaping something. Something which would’ve had dire consequences, for more than just himself.

As for Aziraphale, though he wasn’t as shaken as he possibly ought to have been, it had brought home to him that he couldn’t stand there gawping forever. He had a demon to return to.

While he walked, he got so wrapped up in his thoughts that he…not forgot the love that was all around him at this point, not quite. It was only that he didn’t notice when he stepped into it nor how natural it seemed once he stepped into it. Almost as if it disappeared from his conscious mind entirely once he was in its sphere.

Almost as if it were so familiar to him it slipped in and settled around him, entirely unnoticed and right.

Part of him.

#aziraphale/crowley #Ineffable Husbands #elphen fic #good omens fic #fanfic #Aziraphale #crowley

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localswampcrow · 2 years

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a compilation of things I've made in the wake of the cheapest room in the house

watercolor painting

this is an original painting, please do not repost. reblogs are welcome and appreciated

inspired by the entire fic? but most prominently the last chapter. a beat up copy of slaughterhouse-five and an empty pack of cigarettes are in the footwell. the rings are a callback to when cas was compared to rings in a tree. the impala window is speckled with stars and a big warm yellow hand reaches down into the scene. in the top there's two figures in a light pink bed. in the middle they are facing with hands entwined into a heart, on the right one is facing away and the other's hand is on their back (it's dean and cas). the top left corner, in red ink, says "the cheapest room in the house"

a playlist - with some of skrog's top boystie picks, but mostly songs I thought were vibes

thank you @skepticalfrog and @witchycastiel (because even though fic betas are often underappreciated, we know that fics would often not exist without your support) for creating and presenting such a beautiful story for all of us to experience and have our dna lovingly rearranged by

below the cut are poems that are more on the personal side, but heavily inspired by our weird boy besties

The sunlight is no weight

Holding your body above the ground

Soles of feet to sodden earth

You are a pattern

A drawing with no line breaks

Undulating

Wriggling between blades of grass and the buzzing of an Asclepius blossom

This humid afternoon on the edge of the meadow never ends

Blood red analgesic

The sweet drip of honey

Look down and yellow stars mark a path

Without a doubt mycelial fingers are preparing to tangle with your footprints

The inner rings of the hawthorns, set neatly by the careful hand of the elphen queen and kissed by fairies

Are singing to the halos in the beeches and the bands of the great white pines

Where the ravens croak in syncopation

This in and out of the breath

Of the beat between steps

Does it make us?

Or are we just a part of each moon

Leaving perfectly misshapen, crescent paintings on the table?

I wonder who's hand mine will fit into

Like bird bones in the sacred leather of a great paw

I know I'm not that brittle

But I do dream of a warmth enveloping

Huffed, puffed gently

Like the breathing of the cat at my hip

Sleeping

Socked feet, with the blankets pulled up snug

A square hand between my shoulders or

Over the coarse, cotton swept hairs on my stomach

And the humming of a fan muddled

What will it take

For me to be the child, and not just the caretaker

And how long?

Someone's hand ought to be that big

And shouldn't I reach out?

Shouldn't I want to sink deeper into this bed without fear of repercussions from someone who doesn't exist?

Yes. And I'd bet it on the stars

Love! And faith that there will be love! And the stars are like a warm hand curling against my spine and the trees are a solid standing point to see down into the valley of unknown but still it glows with sunlight and that *is* know so it doesn't matter

And the dark outside the window is frightening but there's trash and cd cases and joint butts in the footwell and a blanket in the trunk next to a brick and an ice scraper and I'm safe from the world in there!

Someone will hug me again and our hearts will line up and I'll be kissed

I wasnt raised to sleep all cuddly, too many issues, but I swear one day I'll get what I deserve

And that's more than some people might ever wish for me

#spnficwritercelebration #weird boy best friends the fic #fan art #watercolor #poems #spn fic writer celebration #cheapest room in the house #localswampcrow #we had such a good time talking about this fic in the discord #mwah #life changing fic #self diagnosing gay and autistic via weird boy best friends

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fibonaccifandomz · 3 years

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Johnlock Fic Recs

So the sheer number of Johnlock fics is... ridiculous and narrowing it down to my top 10 was a herculean effort on my part. However, I was successful and you all may now reap the benefits. Each fic will be appropriately tagged, and if any of you ever feel like I missed a tag or would like me to add a specific one please don't hesitate to ask. This will be another long post (which will be tagged as such) and will be visible under the cut. Enjoy!

1. Performance in a Leading Role by @madlori

https://archiveofourown.org/works/225563

Rating : Explicit

Genre : Drama, Romance

Chapters : 21

Status : Complete

Word Count : 156,000+

Warnings : No Warnings Apply

Tags : Alternate Universe - Actors, Angst, Coming Out, Fluff, Hollywood, Homophobia, Secret Relationship, Smut

2. The Painted Man by Jinglebell

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2212530

Rating : Explicit

Genre : Romance

Chapters : 1

Status : Complete

Word Count : 9,000+

Warnings : No Warnings Apply

Tags : One-Shot, Smut, Tattoos, Touched-Starved

3. The Contingency Plan by Mightypog

https://archiveofourown.org/works/478730

Rating : General Audience

Genre : Drama, Romance

Chapters : 1

Status : Complete

Word Count : 5,000+

Warnings : No Warnings Apply

Tags : Angst, One-Shot, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt

4. The Frost Child by Twistedthicket1

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2740730

Rating : Mature

Genre : Action, Drama, Romance

Chapters : 2

Status : Complete

Word Count : 9,000+

Warnings : No Warnings Apply

Tags : Angst, Fluff, Magical Realism

5. Comnon Tongues: Unassuming Brilliance by Jinglebell

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1560281

Rating : Explicit

Genre : Romance

Chapters : 11

Status : Complete

Word Count : 41,000+

Warnings : No Warnings Apply

Tags : Polyglot John, Smut

6. Speaker for the Bees by @antietamfalls

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2364500

Rating : Mature

Genre : Romance

Chapters : 3

Status : Complete

Word Count : 14,000+

Warnings : No Warnings Apply

Tags : Deafness, Fluff, Friends to Lovers

7. Command Structure by 221b_hound

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1330516

Rating : Explicit

Genre : Romance

Chapters : 16

Status : Complete

Word Count : 49,000+

Warnings : No Warnings Apply

Tags : Angst, Anxiety Attacks, BDSM, [Emotional] Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, PTSD, Slow Build, Smut

8. Man and Beast by Jupiter_Ash

https://archiveofourown.org/works/496440

Rating : Explicit

Genre : Action, Drama, Romance

Chapters : 1

Status : Complete

Word Count : 19,000+

Warnings : Graphic Depictions of Violence

Tags : Angst, Mildly Dubious Consent, One-Shot, Smut, Torture, Werewolves

9. Observations on Sentinels and Guides in Victorian London by RyuuzaKochou

https://archiveofourown.org/works/224907

Rating : Teen

Genre : Action/Adventure, Drama, Romance

Chapters : 13

Status : Complete

Word Count : 89,000+

Warnings : No Warnings Apply

Tags : Hurt/Comfort, Sentinel/Guide, Victorian Era

10. Becoming an Omega by Elphen

https://archiveofourown.org/works/827631

Rating : Explicit

Genre : Drama, Romance

Chapters : 13

Status : Complete

Word Count : 58,000+

Warnings : No Warnings Apply

Tags : A/B/O, Bonding, Canon Divergence, Non-Con Elements, Smut, Violence

And there we have it, my top 10 Johnlock fics. Also, Performance in a Leading Role and Becoming an Omega are parts of series and I would recommend reading those as well. Another thing is that The Painted Man and Common Tongues: Unassuming Brilliance are locked to ao3 users. If any of you would like me to remove those from the list and add fics that aren't locked let me know.

#long post #bbc sherlock #sherlock #john watson #johnlock #sherlock x john #fanfic #johnlock fanfiction #fic rec #johnlock fic rec

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cupidford · 5 years

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Here are 50 great fics (~654k words) to read yall!

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The Wedding Garments by cwb

2020 post-Brexit England and the government is encouraging arranged marriages. Candidates meet through agencies. Sherlock doesn't need or want a spouse, at least not until John Watson shows up. ~105k

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Ruckusless by herbailiwick

Sherlock invites John to Xmas dinner. (A bit of unrequited Johncroft.) ~2k

Stradivarius by Berty

Winter. Life goes back to what passes for normal at 221B Baker Street. So why are there awkward pauses and uncertain glances? Why are they both on their best behaviour? ~20k

December by johnwatso, Salambo06

Sherlock and John fall in love during a summer in December. Bathing, food fight, baking, South Africa, romance tropes galore, Xmas and nye. ~41k

Memento Mori by Calais_Reno (Part of May 4 series)

Established relationship. Suffering amnesia from a concussion, John remembers Sherlock. He just can’t remember what happened to him. ~8k

Have Yourself an Angsty Little Christmas by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for

Christmas. A collection of ficlets for the 2018 Advent Ficlet Challenge. ~7k

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Home for Christmas by SilentAuror

Post S4/TFP. John and Rosie move back into Baker Street. Mrs Hudson decides to give them a slow cooker as a "house-warming present". ~19k

When There is You and Me by Salambo06

Stolen moments in John and Sherlock's routine. ~2k

And if it begins anywhere, it begins here by Salambo06

Sherlock finds a letter in his bedroom from Sherlock Watson-Holmes, another version of himself from a parallel universe. ~27k

All Is Bright; Ch. 21: Hopes and Fears by FinAmour

In which Sherlock Holmes creates a Christmas List. ~500

The Spark and the Flame by All_I_need

"Explain to me how lying in the snow in a city in Sweden on Christmas Eve to watch whether or not a massive straw goat goes up in flames is traditional." ~10k

The Amalgamation of the Whole by unicornpoe

There is magic around them tonight. Post s4, parentlock, John takes Sherlock and Rosie to the ballet. ~3k

if you like him so much then why don't you marry him by zigostia

Unilock. John gives Sherlock suggestions on what kind of things to do with his secret santa crush, including hot chocolate and ice skating...not knowing that Sherlock likes him. ~8k

To Love, Cherish and Worship by Talvikuningatar

Established relationship. Wedding night fluff and feelings. ~3k

The Sleeper and the Sleuth by Zingiber

John is a light sleeper - plagued by dreams, nightmares, and Sherlock. ~12k

Tomorrow by Berty

Magic/Spells. S3/HLV fix it. The night before Christmas with Sherlock's parents and John's wife, 221 Baker Street is peaceful with the smell of baking, candles and presents under the tree. ~10k

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Oh, my friends, it's been a long hard year by splix

Christmas for Mr./Mrs. Holmes/Eurus, Greg/Mycroft, Molly/Janine, and of course, John/Sherlock. ~12k

All Is Bright; Ch. 1: Holiday Decor by FinAmour

It had been a one-time thing, drunkenly snogging Sherlock Holmes up against the stairway wall outside of 221B. Christmas. ~500

The Lost Kiss by agirlsname

Established relationship, Next New Year's Eve, Sherlock kisses John at midnight in every time zone, to make up for that lost New Year's kiss. ~3k

All Is Bright; Ch. 7: Memories by FinAmour

NYE - John and Sherlock share 3 favourite memories of the year. ~500

Words Won't Come by FinAmour, unicornpoe

Post s4. Sherlock sways, John’s daughter in his arms, and she is happy, and Sherlock is happy. It’s all John’s wanted. ~3k

I See Fire by addicted2hugh

Sherlock tells John of the Lazarus plan. What if being faced with limited time left had led them to rethink their relationship? How would they have coped with being apart for two years? Switchlock ~38k

Christmas Bash Romance by Elphen

AU. Sherlock goes undercover at a company party on Christmas Eve, with disguise. He's bored until he's sat next to John. They hit it off, but Sherlock leaves. John shows up at his front door. ~8k

Accidental Obvious by KimberlyAlexis

John very accidentally kisses Sherlock while picking Rosie up. ~2k

Resident Patient by MindYourOwnBismuth

AU. John is a therapist. Sherlock is forced into an appointment. ~128k

Thirty-Nine Rules by KittenKin

John and Sherlock agree to live together with a set of thirty nine ground rules to stay out of each other’s business. enemies to lovers trope. ~1k

Christmas Kismet by prettysailorsoldier

Christmas Unilock AU. SH/JW Love at first sight on the tube before they lose sight of one another. Mike then sets them up on a blind date. ~10k

Lay Your Head Where It Burns by unicornpoe

They don’t talk about it. Not now, not ever. John and Sherlock touching/cuddling before and after the Fall. ~9k

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Midnight Clarity by potentiality_26

ACD/Victorian. Holmes has a near miss with a bullet, and the two men declare why they can't put the other in danger. ~1k

The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror

Post TFP, Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths. ~64k

Disaster, Want, and Tea by verilyvexed

It's a game they play. Engaging, though it could be improved. Sherlock always wins by default: he never runs. Christmas, mistletoe. ~4k

Meretricious -and a Happy New Year! by the_consulting_linguist (xASx)

John and Sherlock have a fight, leaving Sherlock alone to attend his parent's NYE party. He drinks too much and lies about his relationship to John. The next morning he wakes up hungover in bed with John, what happened? ~8k

Ten Questions by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for

It's Sherlock's birthday and John has brought home chocolate cake, red wine, and a question game to celebrate. ~2k

Five Times Sherlock Reads John's Mind (+1 he doesn't have to) by wendymarlowe

Sherlock's powers of deduction allow him to practically read John's mind. Except when they don't. (Halloween 5+1 fic) ~4k

Well Enough by Unpainted Canvas (LallaChan)

ACD/Victorian. Sometimes Watson can be a little oblivious. Much to Holmes' frustration. ~2k

A Warm Winter by nutmeag83

Sherlock is bored and learns how to knit so he can make Rosie a hat, all while trying to make sure the Watsons stay at Baker Street for good. ~6k

On The Dangers Of Semi-Skimmed by loveanddeathandartandtaxes

Post s4. Sherlock accidentally walks in on John wanking. ~2k

Lost and Found by intricatearticulation (chemma66)

In which John takes a cab home and Sherlock steals said cab. ~2k

bring it back by thisguystyles

John invites Sherlock to his house for Xmas. Unilock, bedsharing ~4k

Like Minds by Kestrel337

Established relationship. Rosie's teacher says that people get married when they love each other very much and want to be together, always. Which is exactly how Rosie feels about Sherlock.~2k

Roads, Not Shrouds by verdant_fire

Retirementlock, established relationship. He's perfectly happy to live out the rest of his life feeding John and loving John and provoking John just enough to distract him from what Sherlock did to their kitchen table. ~3k

Forevermore by bluegrassbaby

Set after TFP, Sherlock gets injured and it's a wake-up call for John. ~3k

christmas miracle by elexus

John is going back home with Sherlock for Christmas. Clearly, there's nothing that could go wrong. At all. Fake/pretend relationship. ~12k

The Spirit of Love by Schattengestalt

A Christmas party at Baker Street. Mistletoe. Hidden feelings. And too much spiced punch...What could possibly go wrong?! (Trans FTM Sherlock) ~10k

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Ornaments and Unburied Treasure by yaycoffee

While going through boxes from storage, John and Sherlock come across a box of unsent postcards and letters Sherlock wrote to John while he was 'dead'. ~2k

Staging A Drama by berlynn_wohl

ACD/Victorian. Holmes requests the medical expertise of Dr. Watson once again. Watson is slightly baffled, but amenable. ~6k

Snow Men by yaycoffee

It's winter when John and Sherlock find each other again. ~2k

Insanitas per aquam by advictim

Mycroft sends Sherlock and John to a spa for a case. ~7k

Eggshell White Satin by PuffleLock

John's stuck at Baker street on a beautiful Sunday afternoon, cleaning up another one of Sherlock's messes. (John spills paint all over Sherlock). ~11k

A new New Years by Gem_Gem, KittieHill

NYE. “Well that’s what you’re sulking about, isn’t it? Not having anyone to kiss in the New Year with? Just do it with me if you’re so eager for it.” ~5k

#fic rec #fic recs

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nightingveilxo · 6 years

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221Bloodnun’s Updated Rec List

Unless otherwise indicated, fics have an Explicit rating, and John is the Top and/or Dom. Categories: Daddy/Sugar Daddy, Captain, DomJohn, Librarylock, Arranged Marriage/Domestic Situation, A/B/O/, Historicals

Daddy and Sugar Daddy John Watson

A Sherlock In Pink by TheSherlocked (yes, me) Ch: 6/? Words: 12,839 WIP

John Watson is invalided home after his time in Afghanistan, a broken man with no real prospects, and a dwindling bank account. Former colleague Mike Stamford introduces him to the most unusual young man John has ever met, a tea shop owner that looks more like a runway model than anything else, but with a mind like a steel trap. An AU meeting, where John comes back into his own, and Sherlock learns some of the most valuable of life lessons.

Everything You Need by Sexxica Ch: 1 Wods: 6,272

Sherlock is the shy little thing that successful and wealthy Doctor Watson’s dreams are made of. Luckily, Sherlock could really use a Daddy in his life and a good bit of looking after.

Sugar Daddy John (series) by Sexxica Works: 7 Words: 22,504

The very best of Sugar Daddy John and his boy, Sherlock.

To A Tee by lookupkate Ch: 14 Words: 15,321

Sherlock receives a text from an unknown number. The man is under the impression that he needs a sugar daddy. After careful consideration…well, he could be right.

Follow Me Down by 221BeStillMyHeart (HighTimesWithHiddles) Ch: 10 Words: 67,725

Sherlock Holmes is a 23 year old genius working as a forensic analyst at Bart’s hospital. John Watson is a 38 year old army captain just back from war, working as the lead surgeon in the trauma ward. A chance meeting brings them together, and no one is ever the same.

A Kept Man Isn’t A Weak Man by Elphen Ch: 1 Words: 20,429 A/B/O

Sherlock is just out of university, but due to drug habits acquired at said college, Mycroft has cut him off, hoping to put a stop to it that way. Instead, Omega Sherlock struggles doubly, both with his cravings and with finding a job that will not bore him to death and support him financially. Then, when he is on the verge of being completely destitute, he finds several hundred pounds ticking into his account for no apparent reason. He thinks it’s Mycroft, but instead he receives an email from someone who promises to send him more money every fortnight and put him up in a flat rent free, on two conditions; he will stop taking drugs and he will occasionally be asked to be a companion for someone. He does not want to be bought like some toy, but what choice does he have?

A Suitable Stain by vitruvianwatson (keepyoueyesfixedonme) Ch: 1 Words: 7,647

John imagines what they must look like–the young, gorgeous university student, naked as the day he was born, draped over the well-dressed older doctor, the muscles rippling in Sherlock’s back as his slim hips roll that beautiful arse up into the air and back down again, his spine curving beneath John’s hand as he moves it to the small of Sherlock’s back to feel the movement. The hard outline of Sherlock’s cock slides back and forth across John’s body, dampening his clothes with precome, and John moves both hands down to Sherlock’s arse, squeezing and pulling him in harder.

Bespoke by consultingbluebell Ch: 1 Wods: 5728

Sherlock is not at all happy about having to wear a suit for an upcoming party, but he might just change his mind when he meets successful and talented tailor John Watson.

A Little Sugar Never Hurt Anybody by beautifullyheeled Ch: 3/? WIP Words: 11,223

Sherlock’s search for a quiet place to study gave him a whole new learning opportunity.

Breck Verse (series) by orphaned Works: 4 Words: 22,363 (Last story never completed, but doesn’t effect the completion of other stories.)Dr. Watson, world-renowned cardiac surgeon, accepts an invitation to be keynote speaker at a medical conference in Breckenridge, Colorado, a ski resort town in the Rocky Mountains. He meets a sexy young bartender at the opening dinner then spends the week making his baby happy.

Wrapped Around Your Finger by MojoFlower Ch: 4 Words: 27,308 (There is a bit too much top!lock at the end for my taste, but the beginning is good.)Virgin!Sherlock, 18 and just out of school, is in Morocco in the early 1900’s to learn about the ways of the world. Dr. John Watson, lately of the British Army and invalided out at age of 36, picks him up in the market place. Lessons (you know what kind) are taught and absorbed. Inspired by the song Wrapped Around Your Finger by The Police. I’d say PWP, except there’s a soupçon of plot, given that it’s a story worked around the lyrics of the song.

Sugar Daddy John Verse series by Miss Lee Works: 2 Words: 6k

A hot little series about the successful surgeon Sugar Daddy John Watson and his angelic, slutty Twink Sherlock. Lots of sex. Just generally a good time.

Captain John Watson

Command Structure by 221b_hound Ch: 16 Words: 49,034 (I’ve read this one several times.)

Sherlock Holmes returns from his hunt to destroy Moriarty’s network. He comes home to John, and at long last they start this thing between them that couldn’t begin while Moriarty threatened them.But Sherlock has returned fractured and suffering anxiety attacks. He thinks he needs discipline - the whip - to help him focus and be strong. But his problems are deeper and run back to a childhood of neglect.John Watson is prepared to be Sherlock’s Captain, but he’s a doctor too. His command style isn’t about pain and subjugation. It’s about care and responsibility: and those concepts go in both directions in Captain Watson’s command structure.

Across Every Universe - Green Eyes at Rainbow Corner by Pmzilla Ch: 21 Words: 21,505 Based on a prompt I created about the WWII song Green Eyes

Sherlock Holmes goes undercover as a Naval Lieutenant at American Red Cross Club in London, Rainbow Corner to find out whether the plans for the D-Day Invasion have been compromised by an American Colonel. Whilst investigating, he meets the captivating Capt. John Watson, who finds himself centre stage in both the dance club and Sherlock’s investigation.

Cadet Holmes: A Detective Undercover by Talizora Ch: 1 Words: 6,388

Sherlock took a deep breath and reached out to lightly brush his fingers across the heavy fabric of the uniform. The shudder that rocked through his whole body was entirely involuntary and hateful. He needed to get over this reaction fast because if he was this affected by an empty uniform on a bed how would he deal with being surrounded by fit men wearing the uniforms while they got hot and sweaty.

Captain, My Captain (Part I of The Stripper Diaries series) by twistedthicket1 Ch: 1 Words: 7,845Sherlock Holmes walks into a strip club for a case. He winds up leaving with more than he bargained for…

Night Song (Niht Drēam) by Bashfulbunny (Aequoreavictoria) Ch: 15/? WIP Words: 15,579 A/B/OBattle hardened alpha John’s self-discipline is tested by his overwhelming attraction to Sherlock, a young prisoner-of-war omega in need of his protection and care.

Captain Watson by Sexxica Ch: 1 Words: 5,144Sherlock is bored and it is driving John insane. Time for Captain Watson to take charge.

Surrender (Part II of the Unwind series) by illwick Ch: 3 Words: 13,506

Sherlock and John take a stab at negotiating a kink. Three rounds of filthy smut ensue. (Includes gunplay)Dom!John/sub!sherlock BDSM Lifestyle

A Little Help from my Friends by Ttime42 Ch: 28 Words: 140,776In a world where everyone identifies as either a dominant or a submissive, Sherlock is having a rough time moving on from a bad relationship and has sworn off doms forever. John has recently returned to London from war and has a fortuitous run in with an old friend in a park. Sherlock and John’s lives are changed forever because of that chance meeting, and they’ll both find their way through life with a little help from their friends.

Shames and Praises by s0mmerspr0ssen Ch: 7 Words: 51,919

Unable but desperate to find a dom who will put up with him, Sherlock swallows his pride and turns to Mycroft for help. Shortly after, John Watson steps into Sherlock’s life.

Librarylock Collection of Clues by ianavi Ch: 1 Words: 8,922 (I’ve read this one several times.)

There was no sleeping that night. And not due to the awkward stammering in the stacks of the library. Or the phrasing of what felt as a sudden dismissal. All Sherlock could think about was John’s gaze on his neck, lips, reddening cheeks. How heated he felt under that gaze, how alone when John left. He was itching with desperation to not just be looked at but also touched. It was juvenile fantasy. But he was alone in his bedroom, it was past midnight, and he could indulge. He imagined John’s hand reaching to touch his cheek, his fingers brushing his lips. He buried his head into the pillow and groaned. Could John ever see him like that, ever want him?

A Study In Flirting by GubraithianFire Ch: 1 Words: 5,885

Sherlock is the new librarian at the university library. John is bad with pick-up lines.

Quo Fata Vocant by prettysailorsoldier Ch: 1 Words: 18,115

Sherlock is enamored with one of the employees at the university library, wiling away hours of his days just to catch a glimpse of the dynamic John Watson: captain of the rugby team, event manager for the LGBT society, and third-year medical student. Of course, being only a first-year, it’s unlikely John will ever notice him. At least, until fate (and a little well-intentioned meddling) intervenes.

Careless by lookupkate Ch: 15 Words: 23,652

Sherlock is an eighteen year old student working at a library. John is an army medic sent back to London after an injury. He’s spending a lot of time at the library working on his PhD. Sherlock decides he wants to fuck this mystery student, so he initiates a sexual relationship. He doesn’t really do emotional attachment anyhow, and if he tells John he’s twenty three, what’s the harm? It’s not like he’ll want John to stick around. Right? Right?!?Sherlock done fucked up.

360.5 by justacookieofacumberbatch (buffyholic) Ch: 6 Words: 18,761

One would think that working as a page at the university library would be relatively peaceful, but what John spies through the gap in the shelves changes his mind.

Arranged Marriage or Domestic Situation

The Bachelor’s Handfasting by Jberry Ch: 20 Words: 20,625 (Sherlock is the smolest gay baby in this one, John is an older widower, and I have probably read this fic a dozen times.)

After her son is caught in a compromising position, Victoria Holmes must make arrangements for a quick marriage between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

A Human’s Prize by clearinghouse Ch: 2 Words: 22,232 (Sherlock is a smol merman, John is a bamf!, and I’ve read this one several times.)

Prince John is a well-travelled man of the world, and yet even he is taken aback when a beautiful merman is delivered to the doorstep of the castle. Despite the helpless creature’s fear of him, John resolves to be the best host he can be for his adorable new guest.

Il Traviato by kedgeree Ch: 18 Words: 68,809 (It’s much like Pretty Woman, but Sherlock and John are very in character.)

A down-on-his-luck ex-soldier meets a wealthy businessman in need of a short-term companion

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria Ch: 27 Words: 95,159 (Another I’ve read several times.)

Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn’t truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes.“The essentials of their relationship distilled through solitude.”–review by Alicat

A/B/O

Siege by PlainJane Ch: 17 Words: 55,410In 1415, English archer John of Kenilworth is sent by Lord Mycroft Holmes from the field of victory at Agincourt to protect a remote French castle. Cherinfourde is under some dark cloud and John means to get to the bottom of it, in his lord’s name. If only he could stop thinking about the most unusual omega he has ever met.

Loving Care by Elphen Ch: 3 Words: 22,124AU, Omegaverse, Modern times with Edwardian social structure.

Omega Sherlock, out of options for another job, goes into the traditonal Omega occupation of male nurturer. His very first job is taking care of 16-month-old Hamish, son of the highly respected, socially connected widowed doctor, Alpha John Watson. He grows to love the kid very quickly, which he hadn’t expected, nor did he expect to fall for the Alpha quite so hard. Much as they hit it off, though, and whatever behaviour John exhibits, Sherlock knows that they are too far apart socially, even without John still being in love with his wife. His time is limited. Isn’t it?

A House in the Country by PlainJane Ch: 11 Words: 20,085

With new “real rape” laws in place, every unbonded omega is at risk, including Sherlock Holmes. He needs someone to help protect him and hide his true nature, but John Watson may be more of a problem than a solution.

Historical AUs (That don’t fit the categories above)

Basically anything by Holly Sykes (Artemis8147)

An English Jazz Player in Chicago by alyxpoe Ch: 16 Words: 29k

Sherlock is a young musician trying out to play with a band in the Blue Room, the best jazz club of Chicago in 1925. John Watson is a older private detective just trying to get by, and determined to keep this beautiful young man at bay--until a murder investigation brings them together, and John can’t deny how he feels. Period-typical homophobia and racism (not from Sherlock or John).

This Man’s Heart by ellie_hell Ch: 24 Words: 72,991

In the latter part of the 19th century, a peculiar solitary man and an ex-army doctor disfigured at war live in a small village, surrounded by breathtaking landscapes. When they first meet, they have no idea their lives are about to change forever and, over the months, they will form an unusual friendship, discover more about each other and themselves, and maybe fall a little in love along the way.

Against All Odds by ravenscar Ch: 34 Words: 126,088 (Read three times, and the quick summary does not do it justice.)

When a Crusader crosses paths with an enigmatic young Briton in the Holy Land, their lives are changed forever.

The Royal Caravan by Service Revolver Ch: 10 Words: 53k

Sherlock, a mere servant, is stunned when the powerful, magnificent King John offers Sherlock the opportunity to join him on a journey. At first, it is exciting for Sherlock to serve such a strong, gallant man, but what is a servant to do when he falls in love with a king, especially when that king must someday sire a rightful heir?

Proper Manners also by Service Revolver Part I of King William’s Castle series. Ch: 2 Words: 40k

Sherlock Holmes is a charming—if somewhat eccentric—nobleman who often spends time with John, an apothecary’s son. When John is offered employment at King William’s castle, however, he fears he will have to say goodbye to Sherlock. But in the end, they might actually become closer than before.

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Found this lurking in my drafts. Read these ages ago and obviously forgot to post this lot of fantastic fics. So, have them now :)

As always, please take heed of fic ratings and always read the tags. Enjoy xx

Nocturnal Conversation - sweetcupncakes (Explicit)

“I almost never met you.” Sherlock whispers into the darkness. His tone neither forlorn, nor indifferent. He says it as if he’s bewildered by the thought. Statement and question all at once.

John has no idea what to say to that. He kisses Sherlock instead, dips his fingers just under the waistband of pyjama bottoms, begins tugging them down.

Letting Go - SilentAuror (Explicit)

Sherlock has a hard time letting go in sex, despite John's best efforts...

Coming Out - NovaNara (Mature)

Sherlock is a vampire. And in love. And he wants to stop lying to John about all of this.

Katydid - Songlin (Explicit)

The smell of John's blood is thick in Sherlock's nose. He can hear John's heart thumping through his ribcage as clearly as if his ear were pressed against John's chest. Sherlock's mouth runs dry. He is suddenly very, very hungry.

"Like it or not, Sherlock, matters will escalate. You are tempting biology."

Taking Measures - Elphen (Explicit)

As soon as Sherlock sets eyes on John, he knows he has to have him as his mate. Getting them there might not be as easy as just asking the Alpha outright, however, and so the Omega sets out to make sure that John is in fact interested by making him jealous and possessive. Going off his suppressants in time with John's Rut might have been a slight miscalculation, though.

The (in)significance of Gender series - Elphen (Eplicit)

In a world where your second gender is determined by bloodtype and most children are born from Alpha-Omega couples, John, who was born a Beta, is captured by Moriarty at the end of the Great Game. Before the pool-incident he is injected with a hormone-laced chemical that, unknown to him, overrides and changes his bloodtype, causing him to turn slowly into an Omega.

Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not - blueink3 (Mature)

“Oh come, John. Could be fun,” Mycroft taunts, accompanied by an eyebrow arch he’s gotten far too good at. “Besides, it’s not as if it’s your first time pretending to be a couple.”

Five months after John's world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

State of Flux - Atiki (Explicit)

John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they're both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

#Sherlock #fab fics #johnlock #Sherlock Holmes #John Watson

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aziraphales-library · 4 months

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Hello lovely mods! Thank you so much for all the hard work you do for the fandom! I'm wondering if you might be able to point me in the direction of some fics - I've looked through the insecure!Crowley tag and I've read a lot of fics in which Crowley is insecure about his serpent-ness/scales or his demonic appearance or his eyes, but I'm wondering if you know of any in which he's insecure about his body/body type specifically (being lanky/bony etc) and Aziraphale reminds him he's gorgeous? TYSM!

Hi! You might be interested in this post, with fics about Crowley having an eating disorder. I can't find many fics in which Crowley is insecure about his body, but here are a couple. Mind the tags!...

Shedding His Skin by Kandi_Fangz (NR)

Crowley is tired of losing control. He decides that the one thing he can change, he will change drastically, no matter the danger; that thing just so happens to be his weight.

Bony Cuddles by Elphen (E)

After a good day and a lovely evening out, the ineffable husbands decide to retire to bed, Crowley for some snoozing, Aziraphale for reading, both for cuddles. Except, Crowley is doing the very opposite of cuddling. Aziraphale is determined to find out why and how to fix it.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #insecure crowley #eating disorder #adult omens #mod d

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thingummies-and-whatsits · 1 year

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Lewis Fic Recs: On the Twelve Days of Christmas

’Tis the season of Advent, Secret Santa, and the mortifying ordeal of finding a present for the DI/DS you definitely don't have a crush on. As usual, this list is far from exhaustive, so please feel free to add your own favs!

The Perfect Present by wendymr

1,517 Words, James & Robbie, Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply While agonizing over a meaningful Christmas present for his DI, James bumps into Lewis in the town shops, and finds he's having trouble with his Christmas shopping, too. It's a thoughtgul look into their growing friendship post-S2, and James learns that sometimes the best presents aren't things, but people.

Chandan by Dryad

1,560 Words, James & Robbie, Rated G, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings A more melancholy story post-S9. James, in the grip of existential flu, wonders what to get for a Lewis who is grumpy and reticent after his return from New Zealand without Laura. The items he settles on are thoughtful and sentimental in that quiet way of his, and come close to saying a little too much about his feelings for his fellow detective.

Picks Will Do by iloveyoudie

5,977 Words, James/Robbie, Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply Robbie struggles to find the right gift for the sergeant he's fallen in love with, leading to a brave confession that becomes a second chance for James—and which is sure to put a tear in your eye. Robbie's silent confessions of love during the most everyday moments are just everything, and the Christmas cottage certainly doesn't hurt, either.

Serendipitous by Vita_S_West

1,564 Words, James/Robbie, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply Robbie confronts James about his rather inappropriate Secret Santa present in the wake of the office holiday party. What starts out as a hilariously awkward mix-up develops in a very promising direction, with some spot-on banter along the way.

On the first day of Christmas... by Somniare

25,559 Words, James/Robbie, Rated M, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings With Lewis laid up after a car accident, James forms a hasty plan to cheer up his DI over the twelve days of Christmas. But when Robbie catches on to James' intentions earlier than expected, James' plan takes a new direction.

12 days of presents by Elphen

12,447 Words, James/Robbie, Rated M, No Archive Warnings Apply In the days leading up to Christmas, James received a string of anonymous-yet-thoughtful Secret Santa presents, and enlists Laura's help in determining the culprit. It's fun to see James take so long to catch on, for once, and Laura's matchmaking is a treat.

December Friends by uniquepov

2,258 Words, James/Robbie, Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply During another of CS Innocent's team-building activities, James tries in vain to give his DI a Secret Santa present without giving himself—and his feelings—away. His plans are continually thwarted by a delightfully knowing Lewis, who manages to surprise his sergeant this time around.

Soli Deo Gloria by lesyeuxverts

1,700 Words, James/Robbie, Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply A collection of Advent drabbles as James and Robbie plan to spend their Christmas together. Quiet, poignant moments of togetherness that bring warmth to the growing winter cold.

Follow Me In Merry Measure by tabitha6

21,367+ Words (Work In-Progress) James/Robbie, Rated E, No Archive Warnings Apply Celebrate each day of this Advent season with a new chapter of this ongoing fic, featuring holiday bread and biscuit baking, Christmas concerts, and team-building police conferences in Manchester—all while Lewis' upcoming retirement looms in the swiftly-approaching distance.

#inspector lewis #itv lewis #robbie lewis #james hathaway #lewis/hathaway #LewisFicRecs

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Nesting (Good Omens) 1/?

Chapter One I Chapter Two I Chapter Three I Chapter Four I Chapter Five I Chapter Six I

I forgot I hadn’t uploaded this here. Apologies. I was inspired by this post by ariaste here on Tumblr, though I sorta ended up not truly hitting any of the prompts fully. Maybe another time. I suppose this is a slight AU.

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The first time he noticed it, he was sure he had stepped into the wrong shop.

But no, this was definitely A.Z. Fell & Co., the bookshop owned and, ostensibly, run by the kindest angel in existence. If nothing else, he should be able to tell just based on smell; not only was he so familiar with the bookshop that he could smell whether people had come in or not, he knew Aziraphale’s smell as well as he did his own.

But that said, something was off. Enough so that he had been left unsure for a long moment. What was it?

“Aziraphale, did you move the books?” he called.

The angel, who hadn’t even looked up from where he seemed to be pouring over some new acquisitions when Crowley had come in, lifted his gaze to frown at him. The glasses perched on his nose made the gesture look rather adorable.

“Move them?” he said, incredulity in his voice. “They’re all here, as you can see. What would I want to move them for?”

Was there something else in his voice, too? No, he must’ve imagined that.

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

“You’re the one asking. Why are you asking, anyway?”

He wasn’t going to say it was because something felt off. That would not only be giving up far too easily, it would more than likely offend Aziraphale. More than it already had, at least.

“Just thought the light fell differently in here,” he lied smoothly, moving further into the shop and gesturing. “Thought you might have moved them around a bit, that was all. For better display or whatever.”

“Oh.” No, it did sound as though there was something else in the voice, even if he couldn’t pin it. “Well, yes, I have. Just a few things. You know. Better composition and all that. A bit of visual appeal.”

As though he ever had much track with what was visually appealing. That was, of course, a matter of individual taste but Aziraphale had a gift for always getting it wrong, sometimes only slightly, sometimes quite spectacularly so. The man was almost a century and a half out of style with his clothes, for crying out loud!

And he definitely never moved his books around for something as relatively mundane as visual appeal. After all, that might have quite a disastrous effect.

“Aren’t you afraid customers will find that to be appealing, too?” he asked, leaning up against a bookshelf as he looked at the other. Taking just a bit of advantage of his glasses to let his eyes wander down over the form in front of him. Just as he always did whenever the opportunity presented itself.

Aziraphale stiffened slightly at that, as he tended to when the dreaded word ��customers’ was used.

Crowley knew he would and hoped that it might prompt the angel to actually reveal the real reason.

Unfortunately, he was to be disappointed.

“What did you want?” the angel asked instead, turning his attention back to the books. “I thought you had something on up in…where was it? Manchester?”

He remembered.

“Finished that yesterday. Just thought I’d pop down and see if you’d be interested in some lunch. My treat, of course.”

And the way that Aziraphale not only unstiffened but positively beamed at the suggestion wiped the odd feeling about the bookshop from the demon’s mind.

The next time he came to the bookshop rather than meeting up with the angel somewhere else, as was often the case so as not to alert their respective head offices, though, he was struck by that feeling again the moment he set foot in the place. It was stronger than before. Much stronger, in fact.

This time, he didn’t mention anything, just moved around the bookshop quietly. Aziraphale was busy with something or other and if he knew he was there, he had yet to acknowledge it out loud.

As far as he could tell, the books had been…rearranged again. They had always looked…fine, but now there a bit more of a…well, frankly, a visual appeal to them, arranged so that your eye swept across them naturally rather than having to endure the bumps and dips of differently formatted books, as though you were tracing a particularly spiky mountain range with your eyes.

It was very inviting, even for someone who was hardly the biggest booklover or connoisseur.

It wasn’t just the books, though. The sofa was there as it had been for the last…well, before they’d fallen out over that whole holy water thing. But the cushions weren’t merely expensive, they were new and the – had the sofa itself been reupholstered? Had it ever been that before?

What on earth was going on? Aziraphale wasn’t the type to change his décor on a whim, or even that often, and both of those were severe understatements.

He was then tempted to ask Aziraphale but decided against it. The last time, the angel had clearly not wanted the question, though exactly why wasn’t clear to the demon.

Well, so a few updates for comfort. That was hardly a bad thing, was it? The sofa looked more inviting than usual and the cushions looked decidedly snuggable.

Had he actually just thought that word? Eurgh.

He helped himself to a bottle of red wine that the angel had left out just to get rid of that thought. But he did share it with the other, so that was okay.

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It was only when he’d gotten back to his own flat, had in fact laid down to sleep, that something came to him, slamming into him hard enough to jolt him upright.

Those things…those additions and changes, they weren’t for comfort. They were – they were for nesting!

No, they couldn’t be. They simply could not because…because this was Aziraphale!

Yes, okay, so angels nested when they felt a particularly strong connection to someone else, usually another angel, and wanted to settle down with them in a more exclusive partnership. That didn’t negate their other duties, of course, or mean that they had no love for anything else.

To be honest, he had wondered somewhat about that whole thing. Angels weren’t supposed to form a stronger connection to one particular being than to the rest of the world. It was supposed to be equal, wasn’t it? Why had God allowed that sort of thing, that sort of behaviour, in the ranks of Her angels?

Then again, it was supposed to be caring, too. They were supposed to care about humanity in the first place, and it seemed that they somewhat struggled with that, judging by the comments Aziraphale had let slip over the years.

‘You don’t want to get Gabriel upset with you’ came to mind, for instance.

But there must be someone up there that wasn’t entirely like that. Otherwise, Aziraphale wouldn’t be nesting for them, would he? He had never picked anyone to nest with in the almost six thousand years they had known each other. At least, not as far as Crowley knew, and if it was the case, then he would’ve found that out about his angel by now.

Except…he wasn’t really his angel, was he? Or at least, he wouldn’t be for much longer, if he was nesting. Then he would be someone else’s and Crowley would’ve blown his chances for good.

If he had ever had any chance to begin with, of course, and he honestly didn’t think he had. Leaving aside the fact that they were on opposite sides…well, no, actually, not leaving that aside. He was a demon, fallen and sullied while Aziraphale was…perhaps not entirely pure but far too decent, too right to entertain those thoughts about someone like him. Friends were one thing, a nestmate was quite another. He couldn’t hide that from the higher-ups, either.

Even leaving all that aside, wouldn’t Aziraphale have nested earlier, if that had been on his mind? At least lately, as within the last 200 years where he’d had an actual base of operations he could use as a nest, and yet, up until this point, he had not so much as hinted that he wanted to, despite all the time they’d spent together. Wasn’t that evidence enough?

A point could be made that Crowley could’ve gone and started nesting himself, if that was what he wanted from Aziraphale, and it would be a good point.

Except for a few snags. First of all, it wasn’t as though Aziraphale ever came to his flat, so he wouldn’t be able to see it if he had done it. Second of all, he actually had started once or twice, or maybe more than that, realised what he’d been doing and had pulled it down in case the angel showed up and got the wrong, or right, impression.

He hadn’t even dared think at the time about what the reaction to it would be.

That he’d struggled with himself every step of the way of dismantling every single one of them was another matter entirely.

The point was that he had attempted it before now, because he couldn’t help himself, hadn’t been aware he’d done it until afterwards, or he’d thought that maybe, just maybe, there could be a chance for him only to get scared of losing what he already had and pulling it down. There’d never been anything remotely like that from Aziraphale, Crowley knew. He’d spent enough time in the bookshop that he would spot it if anything changed, as proven when he’d seen it earlier.

He still wanted to nest for his angel so badly but hadn’t dared to, not properly to show it off to him, in case he’d be rejected. No, not in case. In the certainty he would. Nesting wasn’t for a demon, was it? Neither for it to build nor be the recipient of.

And now he’d missed whatever miniscule chance he might’ve had; Aziraphale’s heart had been captured by someone else, enough so that he was prepared to commit himself to making a proper nest out of his beloved bookshop. One he was satisfied enough with to not only not pull it down but add to it. Slowly perfecting it.

For someone else. Someone who wasn’t Crowley.

No. No! No, he wasn’t. He definitely wasn’t nesting. He couldn’t be nesting, he just – he couldn’t!

Crowley realised then that he’d grabbed onto the bedding on either side of him hard and had begun to pull at it as though it had somehow offended him and deserved to be destroyed. He had also begun to hiss, as he did when he forgot himself. However, this wasn’t the soft hiss of contentment that sometimes slipped out when he was enjoying himself, usually around Aziraphale. This was a hiss of pain, even if it was an emotional pain rather than a physical one.

Taking a deep breath and then several more, as the first one didn’t help much, he told himself again that it was wrong. That’d he’d misinterpreted something as innocent as Aziraphale sprucing up the shop a bit. For his own benefit, of course. Not for anyone else’s.

Aziraphale barely had any contact with Heaven beyond what was strictly necessary to keep them off his back, and what he did have didn’t sound at all nice. There was no way that with that, he’d somehow managed to find himself a soulmate that he’d want to nest for.

No way at all.

Telling himself that, firmly, he laid down to get some sleep.

If he had dreams in which he kept falling, what of it? Those were hardly new.

The addition of reaching out towards a familiar body with its back turned to him and arms and wings wrapped around it from in front of it was new, though, as was the cry of a treasured name. One which wasn’t acknowledged.

He wished he could say he didn’t remember what he’d dreamed about when he woke. What he could do was push it as far out of his conscious mind as was at all possible, and that was what he did.

It took a few days, but he managed it.

That he had to avoid Aziraphale for those days was another matter. The angel thought he was on a job somewhere else in the city, thankfully, and wasn’t available.

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By the time they met up again, a few weeks rather than a few days later, Crowley had successfully managed to not only suppress the nightmare but convince himself that Aziraphale wasn’t nesting.

That they met somewhere that wasn’t the bookshop was an irrelevant detail. Aziraphale had offered to treat him to some dessert so how could he refuse?

It was quite a worthy enterprise, too, as it always was when the angel was allowed to choose the venue. Crowley was quite good, too, thank you very much, but he wasn’t quite as adept at finding the hidden gems as Aziraphale.

One dessert turned to two then three. Then a fourth, with a side of Irish Coffee and then something a bit…stronger.

They got some wine to go, under the influence of Crowley’s glare rather than Aziraphale’s polite smile, then headed back to the bookshop, which the demon didn’t think twice about. It wasn’t as though it was an uncommon occurrence. Quite the opposite.

That didn’t last long, though.

The moment he stepped over the threshold, he stopped dead. There it was again, that feeling that –

He had to grip onto the doorframe to keep himself upright as it came flooding back to him.

“Crowley? What’s wrong?” Aziraphale asked from behind him. He sounded concerned but then, he would if there was something the matter with his beloved bookshop.

Crowley managed to pull himself together.

“Nothing. Just…dizzy for a moment, that’s all.” To emphasise his point, and also just a little because he did need it, he leaned his back against the doorframe.

Aziraphale moved closer to him and looked him up and down, what Crowley might have termed, in other circumstances, a light frown of concern marring his forehead.

“Oh, dear. Was the wine too much? Or the combination? Perhaps it’s best if we call it a night, then?”

Part of Crowley – to be fair, quite a large part – agreed with that assessment, though not necessarily for the reason Aziraphale thought, and what was more, was touched by the consideration the angel displayed for him.

There was a part of him, however, a little, nasty part, which hadn’t forgotten about the nesting part, that whispered to him that of course Aziraphale wanted to call it a night. He’d obviously done more decorating on the bookshop, the nest, and didn’t want Crowley to see, either because he might worry that he’d get the wrong impression or because it was at a stage where it wasn’t meant for anyone’s eyes but his intended.

No. That couldn’t be right. Why would he have invited him over to the shop in the first place, then?

But had he really? Or had Crowley just assumed because that was how it went, and Aziraphale had been too polite to say anything? Was so polite, in fact, that he even framed the dismissal as a question of consideration.

The demon tried to look and see if there was anything else in that expression of apparent concern. Something that might clue him into what the angel was really thinking.

He couldn’t find it. But perhaps he wasn’t aware that he actually wanted Crowley out of there, which would leave his surface expression quite…innocently true, as it were, while not negating the rest. The fact that he was tipsy probably also made it harder for him to remember that he didn’t want the demon here.

For a moment, Crowley considered pushing past it. Put on a brave face and pretend that it was fine, he’d only been processing the sugar or something. Ignore what Aziraphale might want and go into the shop, right into where the evidence was. Show the angel that wasn’t going to sit idly by and –

The thought of how Aziraphale might react to that breach of trust or whatever you might call it stopped him, though. Or maybe it was the bile in his throat. Or perhaps a combination.

Whatever the case, he backed out of the thought almost as soon as it had formed.

“Crowley?” Aziraphale said, his tone questioning. He’d stepped closer, his hand hovering in a raised position as though he had just about stopped himself from touching.

Something twisted in Crowley’s belly at that.

“Yeah…perhaps. Perhaps you’re right. I should – ehm, yeah, definitely.” He was happy that his sunglasses were currently rather large, as the risk of his eyes being visible was greatly reduced that way.

He wasn’t expecting the words that came next.

“Would you like to have a lie-down? I know it’s in the back of the shop, but the sofa is long enough to accommodate you, so perhaps – “

The sofa. The sofa. The thing that had been upgraded not just with new cushions but with actual new upholstery – which hadn’t even been needed!

One of the very things that had clued him in that his angel might be nesting for someone, someone who wasn’t Crowley, and he expected him to be able to have a lie-down there? That he would feel better after staying on that piece of furniture?

“No, I’m – I’ll just go for a walk or something,” he managed to say. To his own ears his voice sounded wrong, croaky and echoey at the same time, but that might just be the alcohol’s doing.

If Aziraphale heard it, he didn’t show it.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yeah. Course. Probably too much sugar or something. Enhances the alcohol.” He didn’t feel drunk right now, though, just queasy. “Like with fruit, you know.”

“Oh. Yes. Of course. Should I – “

Should. Not ‘would you like’ or ‘do you want me to’. No. Should. As though he was obligated to…

He waved a hand, somehow managing to make it seem flowing and nonchalant.

“Nah. I’ll be fine,” he interrupted. “Don’t worry about, about me. Go on in.”

He swallowed around a lump in his throat and managed a smile as he pushed himself off the doorframe. Though his face was tilted towards the other, he wasn’t actually looking at him. “I’ll see you around.”

With that, he turned and walked away, his slightly unsteady gait, even compared to normal, not due to alcohol at all.

He didn’t notice that Aziraphale stood standing in the doorway to his bookshop and watched him until he was out of sight and consequently, he didn’t see the expression on the other’s face, either.

All that kept replaying in his mind was that tableau that had assaulted him the moment he’d looked into the shop.

There hadn’t just been more clean-up, more attempts to make it cosy and inviting in a way it’d never quite been before, just in case it did attract custom.

The clincher to say Aziraphale was nesting, what had made him nauseous, even as innocuous as it seemed, sat there in plain sight.

A feather on the floor.

#good omens #go fic #Aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale/crowley #Ineffable Husbands #multi-chapter fic #pining crowley #crowley angst #elphen fic #chapter1

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hello!! does anyone know fics wherein either A or C is very shy/ nervous abt their feelings? kinda like ineffablefool's fic “Error 404: Crowley's Brain Cell Not Found” where u can just feel crowley's want to combust whenever aziraphale openly flirts with him. thank you for all the work the mods put in every ask!!!!!!!

Hi! You will find fics like this on our #flustered crowley tag! Here are a few more to add to the collection...

I Want To Know What Love Is by MacksDramaticShenanigans (G)

“My dear, I’m afraid you’re not having a heart attack,” Aziraphale tells him, amusement coloring his tone.

Crowley frowns, but his grip at his chest loosens a little bit. “But it’s… it’s…” he waves his hand in front of his heart mimicking the irregular thudding. “That’s normal?” He drags Aziraphale’s hand down and presses it flat against his heart where it hammers away so he can feel for himself.

“Not entirely,” Aziraphale answers truthfully, pressing his lips together briefly. He pulls his hand away from Crowley’s chest. “Though, given the other symptoms you seem to be experiencing…” he trails off, and his cheeks go a little pink.

“What is it, angel?” Crowley demands.

Aziraphale then titters into his hand, like he just remembered a joke Crowley isn’t in on. “Oh, my dear, I do believe you’re in love,” he says. The rosy color of his cheeks grows darker.

Crowley blinks. “I’m… what?”

The Nice and Accurate (and Accidental) Confessions of Anthony J. Crowley, Demon by Nayeliq1 (T)

"You really want me to say it?" The angel was still staring, opened his mouth, closed it again.

This wasn't a good idea. Not at all. It was probably the worst idea he'd ever had, and bad ideas were kinda his profession. Saying just one more word would be a terrible terrible mistake, he knew it. Because one word would possibly lead to another. And another. And another. For a moment, Crowley considered if maybe he shouldn't have become literate at all in the first place. Well, screw it, too late now. Then it dawned to him that he could simply choose not to let the words out he'd unfortunately learned. Yeah. Sure. Of course. Easy peasy. Just don't say it.

His mouth seemed to have different plans.

I Slithered Here from Eden (Just to Hide Outside Your Door) by casuallyneurotic (M)

A glimpse at the ever-evolving relationship between our two favorite idiots, through the lense of Crowley's various transformations into his scalier corporation. This fic spans the time just before Warlock and a little after the apoco-wasn't.

Small Intimacies by Elphen (T)

Based on a prompt list I found with the title "Non-sexual acts of intimacy", a collection of short stories of Aziraphale and Crowley being intimate with and caring for each other in various ways through their life together as only they can.

Endless Night by AppleSeeds (T)

Spending Halloween in an old cottage with his housemates, university student Crowley finds himself trapped in a time loop that repeats every four hours, with only the spirit of Anathema's dead witchy ancestor to help guide him. Agnes believes the time loop has been triggered by Crowley's own thoughts, and that the only way to break it is to ensure that Aziraphale, who Crowley is completely infatuated with, actually enjoys himself. Despite how flustered he gets every time he even looks at Aziraphale, Crowley does everything he can to try to make that happen. But no matter what he tries, things keep going wrong.

i've found a way (a way to make you smile) by curtaincall (T)

Crowley worked in Sales. He had never intended to work in Sales. It had just sort of happened. One moment, there he’d been, a newly minted university graduate off to change the world, exquisitely useless Philosophy degree in hand, and now here he was, having sauntered vaguely downwards into a Hell that consisted mainly of cold-calling new customers and sucking up to existing ones. AU based on The Office.

And the one you mentioned...

Error 404: Crowley's Brain Cell Not Found by ineffablefool (T)

The "information technology professional coworkers" human Ineffable Husbands AU which… someone needed, possibly. Aziraphale is very fat and very pretty, Crowley is a lovestruck disaster, and your author is an IT professional who has seen a lot in a surprisingly short amount of time.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #flustered crowley #human au #mod d

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Hi! I want to thank you for the amount of effort you all put into this blog<3 you mods are amazing and I can't count how many wonderful fics I've found here

I do like the nesting trope a lot, but all works I've read so far are mostly about misunderstanding or misinterpreting things before everything gets better or is talked through. Do you happen to know any nesting fics where Aziraphale and Crowley both know from the start that it is, in fact, a nesting and that they do it for each other and no one else? Thank you!

Hello and you’re so very welcome! You can find more nesting fics on our #nesting tag, but here are a few where they don’t misunderstand who they are nesting for...

Falling Free by Sodium_Azide (T)

With nothing holding them apart anymore, Aziraphale takes the first steps and first offerings in making things formal between himself and his demon. His Crowley deserves to be wooed the very, very old-fashioned way.

Courtship Behaviors of Corvus Corax by vgersix (T)

It's been weeks since the world didn't end, and Aziraphale hasn't swept Crowley off his feet or carried him to bed yet. The demon can't understand it, and keeps waiting (increasingly impatiently) for the angel to make a move. Finally, enough is enough, and Crowley decides the multitude of human courtship rituals he's attempted clearly aren't doing the trick. His last ditch effort? Some less than human courtship rituals. They have feathers... angels have feathers... He thinks he might just be onto something, here...

The Nesting Habits of Angelus Principalum by obaewankenope (NR)

“Angel,” Crowley draws out, dragging the word along behind him as he somehow manages to emulate a snakes slithering while in human form along the north corridor—between the shelves with books on space and science-fiction—looking at their contents suspiciously. “Is that—it—is that a 3D model of the moon? How—where did you even get that?”

Aziraphale bounces a little on the balls of his feet. “I do know how to use the internet dear,” he says, somewhat proudly. “I even have accounts on a handful of websites not dedicated to books.”

Out Of Season by Kat_Rowe (T)

Questions posed in this fic:

Where's the bloody tea tin?

Why is Aziraphale molting at the wrong time of year?

And why are his new feathers coming in the wrong color?

DIY How to build your own Garden of Eden by ximeria (T)

Post-not-end-of-days Crowley feels a change is needed, but he can't do it alone. Not to mention, he's not entirely sure what it is, this nebulous thing that he wants. He just knows it involves Aziraphale.

Grooming by Elphen (M)

Sequel to 'Nesting'. As new nestmates, there's a few things that need to be navigated for Crowley and Aziraphale, even though so many things are the same. One of them is the ritual of grooming that is done between nestmates. Getting there means they need to communicate, though, which is easier said than done.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #nesting #fluff #domestic fluff #mod d

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Hiii!💕 Is there any fic you like that Aziraphel and Crowley's relationships are purely platonic? Or, if romantic, is there a friend to lover with no or minimal pinning?

Hello! We have our #queerplatonic and #asexual tags full of fics like this! Here are some more queerplatonic fics to add to the collection...

Listen For Once by Asexual_Enjolras (NR)

Aziraphale is completely confused when he stumbles across the Gay Pride Parade happening in his local town centre and doesn't understand the concept of the celebrations. He reads up on the sexualities of humanity and begins to understand the concept of love.

Crowley taunts, teases and jokes around with Aziraphale about him not understanding human sexualities so much that Aziraphale begins to question his own attraction.

And, in regular Aziraphale and Crowley fashion, they slowly begin to understand their feelings toward one another.

Ruthie by Kat_Rowe (G)

In the mid 1980s, Crowley brings an injured baby animal to the bookshop and he and Aziraphale nurse it back to health. In the process, Aziraphale gets to see a side to Crowley that he hadn't fully experienced before, and gains a slightly deeper understanding of his oldest friend.

Like real people do by eerlingoq (G)

marriage /ˈmarɪdʒ/ the legally or formally recognized union of two people as partners in a personal relationship.

Perhaps that's what the humankind would prefer to call it. Aziraphale and Crowley are not one of them.

To them- it's one another simple tradition of those pesky little creatures. Maybe it has a more significant meaning to them now that they are free.

To figure that out, it takes two occult beings to break the elephant in the room; just this once.

The Innovation of Friendship, and the Capacity for Non-Abstract Love by AnonymousDandelion (T)

Crowley and Aziraphale through the ages as a pair of affection-starved walnuts fall in platonic love/friendship, struggle to understand their feelings, and struggle even more with expressing those feelings to each other.

Featuring six thousand years of loneliness, mutual pining, musings on the nature of friendship and love, and ultimately a happy/hopeful/hug ending.

Small Intimacies by Elphen (T)

Good Mistakes by teatales (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley are still settling into their new relationship. Crowley complains about Valentine's Day which leads to a significant misunderstanding on both of their parts. They set about to make things right with a little help from their friends.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #queerplatonic #queerplatonic aziraphale/crowley #asexual #mod d

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Lewis Fic Recs: Ghost Stories (Part 1)

Ghost stories for Samhain, with an emphasis on the spirits of loved ones who linger on with us after death. This list is far from exhaustive so please feel free to add your own favs!

The Haunted Bookshop by owlbsurfinbird

2,178 Words, James & Robbie, Robbie/Val, Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply Alternate meeting. A mixture of melancholy and gentle hopefulness. A gentleman enters James' bookshop one Samhain and finds a book that's been waiting there for him for ten long years—and with it the possibility of a friend.

In Dreams by wendymr

5,602 Words, Robbie/Val, James & Robbie, Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply A new bedside lamp brings Robbie strange dreams and he enlists James' help in figuring out whether or not they're real. Val's affectionately teasing presence is a soothing balm in the face of Robbie's unwillingness to let go of his grief.

A Guiding Hand by Elphen

2,922 Words, Robbie/James, Rated G, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings After pondering over his Inspector and the late DCI Morse, James finds a surprising figure appearing in his dreams to offer advice. The dialogue between Morse and James is the perfect combination of snark and sincerity.

The Blessing by Sarren

4,569 Words, Robbie/James, Robbie/Val, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply Deep in the forest on a camping trip on All Hallow's Eve, Robbie and James are discussing the British aristocracy, Robbie's recent break-up with Laura, and the right way to toast marshmallows when Val comes to chide Robbie for being his own worst enemy.

Spirit Music by Fabrisse

2,515 Words, Robbie/James, Robbie/Val, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply Over the years, a mysterious woman attends James' band concerts and Robbie realizes the mistake he's making. This fic also lets us see the station come out to support James and his music after he gets shot in Dead of Winter, which is very sweet.

Worth Dying For by LyricaXXX

20,615 Words, Robbie/James, Robbie/Val, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply An escaping suspect and icy footbridge send James hurtling into the water below. As Robbie struggles to reach him in time, a familiar voice calls out from the evening mists: Val, still looking after Robbie from beyond.

What Loves Have Come and Gone by paperscribe

28,579 Words, Robbie&^James, Robbie/Val, Robbie & Morse, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply Alternate Meeting. The ghosts have been there for as long as James can remember, speaking to him—and speaking through him to their loved ones. A dead woman's request to say goodbye to her husband in the supermarket sets off this tale of friendship, trust, and quiet caring.

Please Wake Me So I Can Dream Again by gatergirl79

38,824 Words, Robbie/James, Robbie/Val, Robbie & Morse, James & Will, Rated M, No Archive Warnings Apply James is struggling to move forward after Robbie's retirement, when a car accident sends them both to the hospital. As James lies in a coma, ghosts from past, present, and future show them what was and what could be. A bit of A Christmas Carol without the Christmas.

Welcome to My Nightmare by iloveyoudie

7,591 Words, Robbie/James, Robbie & Morse, Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply: Canonical Character Death After death, a delightfully curmudgeonly DCI Morse lingers on, bound to Robbie by unfinished business. He stays through the loss of Robbie's wife, his attachment to the BVI, and eventually his return to Oxford where a new sergeant waits. Then Will McEwan commits suicide.

The Tragical History of Mr Hathaway by wendymr

5,555 Words, Robbie/James/Laura, Robbie & Morse, Rated T, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings A mysterious ghost saves James from death so that he can watch over Robbie for as long as Robbie needs after the loss of Val. Years later, when James' duty is fulfilled, the spirit returns for him—but Robbie and Laura are (wonderfully, stubbornly) determined not to let him go.

The Ghost and Mr Lewis by owlbsurfinbird

8,910 Words, Robbie & James, Rated T, Major Character Death, Alcohol Withdrawal Still grieving Val, Robbie returns to Oxford—and to a haunted flat. This poignant story is full of gentle melancholy and humor, and follows a friendship that spans grief and joy, life and death. Inspired by The Ghost and Mrs. Muir.

After This... by Somniare

100 Words, Gen, Robbie/Val, Rated G, No Archive Warnings Apply Robbie muses on those whose belief in the spirit world helps them through, and on the nature of loss.

#happy Halloween!#well... extended Halloween season XD #inspector lewis #itv lewis #robbie lewis #james hathaway #laura hobson #valerie lewis #endeavour morse #lewis/hathaway #Robbie/Laura/James #LewisFicRecs

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