#good omens fan fic

[fellshish]

what if crowley took a university course on literature and suprise! the book they're discussing is good omens?

if that sounds interesting to you please read my new fic 'Lit' via this link

huge thank you to @crawley-fell for the beta'ing AND for making the above, supremely awesome gif!

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[mrghostrat]

Aziraphale crossed the pieces and lifted the left up to his chin, but his own movements fumbled against Crowley’s grip. The man refused to let go, adamant to keep hold and tie it for him. He just— he didn’t know how. But Aziraphale needed that smile, needed to bask in the pride of it, so he let muscle memory slowly continue the process of lifting and crossing and folding things into place. Crowley’s hands followed along, his brows set in concentration as their fingers gently tangled together to guide the strip into a bow. [ BIG NAME FEELINGS ]

fellas is it gay to—

#of course i made more art for this chapter it's 12k and every single word is pinging aruond my head like a coin in a microwave #good omens #gomens #good omens art #good omens fan fic #bnf au #rat draws #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #good omens human au

[springofviolets]

Where the Cliffs Meet the Sky

A submission to the @goodomensafterdark Ineffable Smut War!

CW: Rated M for implied sexual content, spicy talk, non-graphic sex, mild angst/relationship conflict

Word Count: 2085 (Chapter 1); 7010 (total)

Summary: Crowley plans a meaningful trip to celebrate the one year anniversary of being openly in a relationship with Aziraphale, but things just keep going wrong. How will our hero cope?

A canon compliant (through S2) South Downs cottage origin story, with a heaping dose of fluff, some humor, and a sprinkling of spice on top.

Excerpt:

Sure enough, two quick trips from the drive to the front door to carry in their belongings was all that had been needed to thoroughly waterlog their outer layers. Two suitcases and a staggering number of holadalls bursting at the seams now lay at the front of the cross passage. They’d planned to be here for a week, but Aziraphale had brought enough books to keep the average person entertained for three months as long as all they did was read nonstop. Why he would pack as such for what was promised to be a romantic getaway, Crowley couldn’t even begin to understand.  Together they sloshed inside and left their wet shoes at the mat laid along the flagstone pavers of the entry.  “Fire, then — shall I, or shall you?” Aziraphale enquired, surveying the interior. “I’ll do it, you have too many layers to strip off before you can safely walk inside this house,” Crowley grumbled as they unbuckled their trousers, shimmied them off, and then threw their shirt to the floor along with everything else.   Aziraphale set to work on his thousand buttons, perhaps going a bit slower than was strictly needed so that he could peer around the corner of the cross passage partition. From where he stood, he had the perfect perspective to admire the sight of Crowley in nothing but their pants as they set to work on warming up the house, the old-fashioned way.  “You know, it’s funny. I haven’t done this in seventy years, but I did it nearly every day for the full six-thousand prior to that. Who else on earth has more practice than the two of us?” Crowley mused as they commenced to stack the firewood with the dexterous ease of someone who had, indeed, spent literal millennia doing it. A click of their fingers and within seconds a roaring flame in the fireplace flooded the room with heat.

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[aziraphales-library]

Hello lovely mods! Thank you so much for all the work you put into this library - it's really helped me get into reading fan fiction (especially since I'm rather late to the game)! I've been having a wonderful time going through your cottage and fluffy tags! Do you all happen to have any more recommendations for fics where Aziraphale and Crowley move into a cottage together after the apocolypse? All ratings are lovely, although if you could throw in one asexual fic it would mean the world to me! Thank you all so much again :)

Hello my dear! Have you seen our south downs cottage tag?

Here are some I have enjoyed.

a paradox of love and faith (or the winter of our grace) by Nimravidae for weatheredlaw [rated E, 16k words]

To love is to heal -- that is to say it is messy and inconsistent. Crowley struggles to find closure for past wounds, to yield to the idea that he could be loved as he has loved.

It all comes to a head between relentless nightmares about God and an apple tree that won't grow apples.

Luckily, Aziraphale is there to catch him should he Fall once more.

Causalities include: A greenhouse, an indeterminate amount of plants, and a sense of self and place.

A Better Place For Us To Be by Mackem for dairyme [rated T, 14k words]

A smile spreads across Aziraphale’s face. “You’re not speaking hypothetically, are you?” he asks softly, because he needs to be sure. Because they spent millennia not saying how they felt, and he would prefer never to face that uncertainty again. “Do you really mean it, Crowley? You’d like to move somewhere else? Together?”

“Of course together. There’s no me without you,” Crowley says immediately, his voice low and tender. Aziraphale reaches out to him instinctively with a soft noise, and Crowley lets himself be reeled closer when Aziraphale fastens a hand around his wrist. He chuckles affectionately when Aziraphale nuzzles briefly into his lean stomach, overcome for just a moment by the warmth in Crowley’s voice.

Sometimes he wonders how on Earth he managed to persuade himself that Crowley had ever felt anything other than love for him, when the sheer force of it is like a tidal wave crashing over him, washing away millennia of doubt.

equinox by leaveanote [rated E, 9k words]

Here in the South Downs cottage, Crowley has more than he ever thought he would: the two of them, safe, and he gets to live alongside Aziraphale every day. He still can't bring himself to say it, though, still finds himself wanting, doesn't want to drag the angel down with the mess of his love, doesn't want to ruin what they have.

Aziraphale, however, is getting tired of Crowley staring longingly off into the night sky, and confronts him.

There is more of a balance here than Crowley thought.

***

The angel smiles. That crinkling kindness, that laugh in the corner of him, bright and deathless and pure, and Crowley’s resolve is melting. Aziraphale does remove his glasses now, fingers brushing his temples, folds them into his own pocket, pocketing Crowley’s last defense. Neither of them looks away. The night sounds clutter around them, the sway of elderly oak branches, the gentle scuttle of a village turning itself into bed, reinventing for the next day, the caw and croon of things with feathers, searching for love. A knowing hum in an ancient throat, leaning in.

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak by triedunture for subiteveneinorem [rated M, 17k words]

"Yes, exactly. Retire." Aziraphale reaches for the last remaining tartlet brimming with summer berries. "Somewhere along the south coast, perhaps."

Or: Crowley and Aziraphale learn to move in tandem.

An Evening On A Porch by DandelionDrabbles (AnonymousDandelion) [rated G, 500 words]

“Hello, Crowley,” said Aziraphale, eyes popping open. “Where are you going?”

“Oops.” Crowley offered a slightly apologetic smile. “Didn’t mean to bother you.”

“Never a bother,” Aziraphale countered, smiling back at him.

“Mm.” Crowley raised an eyebrow. Aziraphale still looked just as relaxed as before, thankfully, so that gave Crowley free reign to be a pest. “Is that,” he asked, “a challenge?”

~ ~ ~

OR: Aziraphale and Crowley share a soft slice of quiet time and snuggles on a swing.

On the Act of Hair Washing: A Treatise on Love by cheerios_and_wine [rated G, 867 words]

"Thought I'd start by washing your hair." Crowley's voice was almost shy, like he thought it was too much. Like it was exposing part of him to admit it was something he wanted to do.

It was all so new still. This cottage they had bought together. The romantic atmosphere. The freedom to touch. The love openly displayed.

It took reminding sometimes, that this was allowed. That they could give themselves to each other like this.

Crowley washes Aziraphale's hair. After 6000 years of repression, of Heaven's cold barrenness and Hell's crowded filth, simple loving touch feels overwhelming. Some tears are had.

-Mod AB

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[argylepiratewd]

Chapter: 4A and 4B/25

For new readers: The Beginning

Rating: Explicit

In a desperate attempt to delay the Second Coming, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale makes a proposal: Jesus should be completely reborn—gestated for nine months in the human way, then raised to adulthood on Earth. When he volunteers to carry the child himself, he doesn’t think anyone will agree. Somebody, however, does.

What will his unexpected condition do to his strained relationship with Crowley? And what will happen once it becomes apparent that something is very much amiss in this whole “Second Coming” business?

Updates on Wednesdays (it may not be Wednesday in my time zone, but it's Wednesday somewhere lmao)

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[frankencanon]

#good omens #good omens 2 #polls #poll #aziraphale #az fell #go #gomens #go2 #gos2 #gomens 2 #good omens fandom #good omens fanfiction #fanfic #gomens fic #good omens fan fic #gomens fan fiction #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #ineffable partners

[2apples-tall]

Mr. Snake and Mr. Owl

A small kinda funny kinda sweet fic about a class taking refugee from a rainstorm in Aziraphale’s bookshop and Aziraphale having no idea what to do with them

A school trip was all it took to ruin Aziraphale’s day. Well a school trip and a rainstorm. Well a school trip, a rainstorm, and a very overworked teacher who was also having a bad day.

The local elementary school’s 4th grade class was taking a trip to a few museums in the area, all within walking distance, so the teacher took her class through soho to the museums. Until it started to rain and they were all escorted by a very lovely older man into a warm bookshop.

You see Aziraphale, being the angel he is, couldn’t stand seeing those poor kids and that poor teacher get drenched out on the street “Oh no, I insist it is no trouble at all.” He assured the teacher, who informed him her name was Ms. Jones “I’m sure this rain will let up soon”

“Thank you so much, I would run to get some umbrellas but I can’t leave them” Ms. Jones said apologetically, “It’s a small school so there were no other chaperones and I technically didn’t need any for just 10 kids”

The poor girl sounded exhausted so Aziraphale, the angel, got her a nice cup of tea and offered her a seat. This was the particular and exact second things began to go horribly wrong, the kids began…

….I shan’t say it….

pulling the books off the shelves.

Aziraphale did not spend enough time around any sort of children to realize this would happen because kids, especially 9 year olds, we’re very curious.

“Hey mister why don’t these have any pictures?” Said one little boy with snot dripping dangerously close to a first addition of Pride and Prejudice.

“Oh dear,” Aziraphale pulled the book as carefully as he could from the boy’s sticky fingers. “We’ll these books are very old and very uninteresting to you kids, how about…” he paused frantically looking at the books that had already made their way onto the ground. “A magic show!”

“My mommy says magic is devil worship” pipped up a little girl as she flipped haphazardly through a very old and expensive copy of The Invisible Man.

“Right” probably not his best idea anyway.

Ms. Jones, much to Aziraphale’s dismay, was quite proud of her students for taking an interest in the literature at the store and made no efforts to keep them away from books, what kind of teacher would try to STOP kids from reading?

Aziraphale began feeling very un-angelic as he thought of ways to get these kids away from his precious books. Maybe un-angelic is exactly what I need.

Aziraphale opened the door to his back room to find Crowley napping on the sofa. More often than not Aziraphale would walk into this sight and stare, sometimes until Crowley woke up, but there was no time. Very sadly Aziraphale shook the demon’s shoulder until he awoke with a groggy “ngk”

“Good morning dear” Aziraphale beamed down at him

“What’s wrong?” Crowley asked, waking up quicker than he had his whole life. He could practically smell the angels distress.

“We’ll I need you to get some.. people out of the bookshop” Aziraphale said sheepishly

“Why? What’re they doing?” Crowley stood up ready to destroy any human that thought they could mess with his angel’s shop.

“It’s umm just some kids” He admitted quietly

“What”

“It’s a class of kids! They’re going to ruin all my books! I want you to scare them away” Aziraphale crossed his arms looking expectantly at his demon.

“Really angel?” Crowley smiled and shook out his shoulders, slowly slithering down until he was a huge black snake.

Crowley lurked through the shelves until he saw a young girl all pigtails and floral bows. One good scare and the whole class’ll leave

He crept slowly towards her and brushed his scaly side against her ankle, just enough that he expected a scream but instead received gentle fingertips running down his back. She began to pet him.

“Oh what a cute little snake” She crouched to her knees and ran her hands all down his back “Such pretty scales”

Great I got the one little girl in the whole world that actually likes snakes.

Crowley darted back to his sofa and resumed his former shape.

“These kids are tough Angel” Crowley said as nonchalantly as he could after being practically cuddled.

“Please Crowley” Aziraphale gave him that look, that damned look that made Crowley’s knees buckle and head go foggy.

Crowley sauntered out, ready to throw each pesky kid out by the collar if he had to. Or at least that’s what he told himself until the little girl with pigtails looked up at him with tears shining in her eyes.

“Sir did you see where Mr. Snake went? I wanted to be his friend but he ran away”

Dammit.

Crowley kneeled down “You know that um snake is actually a… particularly good friend of mine, and he asked me to tell you erm that he would love to be your friend but his.. owl friend needed him for something very very important” He struggled with the words but thankfully the girl didn’t seem to mind. She just laughed a little and grabbed his shirt sleeve to pull him into the center of the class.

“This guy is funny! And he knows a snake that’s friends with an owl!” She announced

“Ooh” The class gathered around his legs and sat on the floor gazing up at him “Will you tell us about Mr. Snake and Mr. Owl?”

“Oh absolutely” Crowley smiled, he had 6000 years of stories, most, well at least some of them had to be child friendly.

Aziraphale watched, with hearts in his eyes, as Crowley began telling animated stories of the two of them. The children hung onto every word as Crowley spun the tale of Mr. Snake and Mr. Owl as knights, then told them about the pair seeing Shakespeare, then he told about them preforming a spectacular magic show. Aziraphale flushed a bit as Crowley told that last story but he had kept it tame enough. Aziraphale quietly cleaned up all of the books thanking Crowley and God none of them had been damaged.

“Oh look at that, the rain stopped” Ms. Jones said almost sad to leave the warm shop and fun stories “Thank you so much for letting us stay here for the moment and tell your husband he’s an amazing story teller, he should write a novel”

“Oh we’re not, um, I’ll, I will tell him” Aziraphale blushed and stumbled as he opened the door for her.

“Come on kids,” she waited a second while none of them moved. She sighed and called out “Are you ready kids!”

“Aye aye Captain!” 10 tiny voices answered as they quickly lined up behind her.

“Lovely” Ms. Jones counted each head twice then turned again to Aziraphale “Thank you again this was a much better day than I had hoped for”

“Bye bye Mr. Snake, thank you!” Called Pigtails

Crowley chucked and waved at the class as they walked out the door.

“I had no idea you were so good with kids” Aziraphale remarked

“I had no idea you were so rubbish with them” Crowley smirked.

“Well now,”

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #crowly x aziraphale #good ineffable omens #ineffable partners #good omens fix #good omens fan fiction #good omens fan fic #good omens fic

[theangelyouknew]

If you haven’t read it already @greenthena has finished her human ineffables / fake engaged au fic

36k, 16 chapters. Absolutely lovely. Had me squealing into my pillow at some points. Had me crying at others. Absolutely lovely.

#good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #good omens fan fiction #good omens fan fic #good omens fanfic rec

[zomblorbs]

learning about string-theory just so i can write a silly little fanfic about Crowley being an astronomy major.

#good omens #crowley #good omens fan fic #writing fanfic #fanfiction

[ineffable-doll]

"Hey Love (That’s the Name We’ve Long Held Back)" by IneffableDoll

G, 2.5k words

South Downs, fluff, S2 compliant, healing, queer poetry, soft vibes

Crowley wakes up with a white wing covering him and struggles to remember where he is. (He is in his home with his angel, safe and loved and cherished, and everything is okay.)

A little something I wrote to help the hearts of those of us still aching from the end of season 2. They are both hurting, they are both trying so hard, they are both right and wrong. That’s the point. Shades of gray – very light gray, very dark gray, etc. This is the future we and they will get, where things are soft and sweet and safe – just give it time, my dears. Please enjoy this in the meanwhile. <3

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #go2 #go2 spoilers #fanfiction #fanfic #queer #good omens fan fic

[seedsofwinter]

Was it an accident? Or was it... murder?

Join @flantasticclaude and I as our unlikely trio of neighbours Anathema Device, R.P. Tyler, and Sergeant Shadwell try to solve this mystery in their beloved Tadfield. 🔍

Episode 1 starts today!

I'll leave it to Claude to post her beautiful ep1 art to entice you. But if you like "Only Murders in the Building", you'll totally get a kick out of the style!

NO knowledge of OMitB required for OMitV! This is Good Omens land.

#good omens #good omens fan fic #rare omens #anathema device #r.p. tyler #sergeant shadwell #newt pulsifer #murder mystery #only murders in the building au

[fuzzygoblin]

Anthony Crowley, manager of the trendy queer Nightingale Club in Soho, finds himself inexplicably aroused by the appearance of the pastel-clad angel’s arrival on the dancefloor. It doesn’t take Crowley long to woo the angel and take him upstairs to his office.

Written for the Good Omens After Dark Top!Crowley Rave Event.  @goodomensafterdark

Rating: Explicit 4k words (complete) Additional Tags: Top Crowley (Good Omens), Bottom Aziraphale (Good Omens), Extreme overuse of cheesy pickup lines, Anal Sex, Desk Sex, Alternate Universe - Human, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), POV Crowley (Good Omens), Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Ineffable Idiots (Good Omens), Crowley Has a Penis (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has a Penis (Good Omens), Office Sex ​

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens fan fic #top!crowley #funny smut #cheesy pick up lines

[mrghostrat]

And They Were Streamers (M) (1/?)

Aziraphale and Crowley are two polar opposite Twitch streamers who are exceedingly popular in their own ways. Besides their moderators, no one watching would ever guess that they live together. Nor that their feelings run a whole lot deeper than friendship.

i need everyone to take a deep, calming breath

then subscribe 🥰✌️

#ineffable streamers #good omens fic rec #good omens au #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #gomens #good omens fan fic

[springofviolets]

Water into Wet Clay: Chapter 1

CW: Rated E for graphic sexual content; angst

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley escaped Armageddon Round Two 5 days ago, and they’ve spent nearly every minute in bed since then. How do two occult beings with millennia of trauma and repressed desire navigate their new freedom together?

Review for this chapter: “I am full of angst. But with hope. But also I laughed along the way. So I'm confused about how to feel but in the best possible way” – @secretlywingedphantom

Excerpt:

“Think I’m obsessed with this,” Crowley observed as he leaned back against the headboard. “Oh. Is that a problem?” Aziraphale replied simply, without sounding the slightest bit concerned about the possibility.  “Not sure. Never been obsessed with anything before, I don’t think.” Crowley stared off into the air thoughtfully for a moment. “Can’t imagine why it would be though. It’s not like there’s anything more important to do, is there.” “Not a thing,” murmured Aziraphale with a placid smile. Crowley admired the object of his obsession laid out on the crisp cotton sheets of the bed. Every inch of his skin wore the sheen of half-dried spit, various marks across it a red that would fade into bruising, some already blue-black. Someone who caught sight of him without context might think an overly-ambitious predator with worn teeth had tried to eat him but came up short, failing to find a spot with enough give anywhere to sink their teeth in all the way. The comparison was frankly ridiculous and it made Crowley laugh, a sudden uproarious peal.  At this Aziraphale narrowed his eyes, understandably a bit put off by the laughter without any of the context provided by Crowley’s imagination; laughter he’d broken into while gazing at him in the nude, no less. “Whatever is so funny, my dear?” he demanded, tone admonishing. All Crowley could muster in his state to soothe Aziraphale’s discontent was an unyielding arm wrapped around his waist and a compliment whispered into his ear. “Can’t help the obsession, in any case. You’re too bloody hot to put down.”

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Deepest appreciation for my marvelous beta readers of @whickberstreetwriters: @the-literal-kj, @playdohangel, @azeutreciathewicked, @secretlywingedphantom, and Ro_Fell

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[aziraphales-library]

Can I rec my Fact and Fantasy series, starting with Smoke and Mirrors by cyankelpie? I just posted the last chapter after working on it for a year and a half, and I think it's probably the best thing I've ever written.

Of course you can, my dear! I hope you are proud of your accomplishments!

Link to the series is here.

The first fic in the series is:

Smoke and Mirrors by cyankelpie [rated T, 51k words]

“If we want the truth from him, he needs to feel safe enough to speak truthfully,” said Gabriel. “Now, I know what you’re thinking: ‘The traitor couldn’t possibly feel safe while he’s in Heaven for interrogation!’ And you’d be right.” His grin widened. “But—this is where it gets really good—he won’t even know that’s where he is.”

(Aziraphale is imprisoned in Heaven, but breaks free thanks to Crowley’s help. On Earth, Crowley wakes up from his pandemic nap to find Aziraphale missing. Meanwhile, two angels watch an imaginary life unfold, with all the time in the world to wait for the answers they need.)

-Mod AB

#good omens #good omens fan fic #good omens fanfiction #azirapahle #crowley #mod ab

[themistymountainscold]

yo my aziraphale post s2 fic is going to be so happy (I lied i'm emotionally devestated planning it)

#i'm about to ruin his like #it's okay though cause i love him #good omens #good omens fan fic #aziraphale