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aziraphales-library · 2 months

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Dearest ineffable mods

Thanks for your amazing work! Long time lurker, first time asker. This is my favorite library by far!

Do you have any recommendations of fics focussing on the staff of the Ritz? And how they view our favourite idiots throughout the years/dinner? Preferably not AU. I checked the outsider pov tag but didn't find any.

If you could recommend some, it'd make me immensely happy ❤️ thank you in advance!

Here are some outsider POV Ritz fics for you...

The Ritz's Biggest Ineffable Husbands Shipper by frogfaced (G)

The staff of the Ritz had created a name for the couple once, a long time ago, it had to have been at least twenty years or so ago by now. It stuck, whispered fervently when they appeared in the queue. “Did you hear?” A comment passed from one hostess to a waiter, whispered quietly almost like a secret kept close to her heart, almost like a prayer. “It’s them.” ----- Or, Aziraphale and Crowley have become something of a legend at the Ritz, and have become the basis for many of the employee's gambling problems.

The matter of the Definitely Not Husbands by plainrefillnotepad (G)

The waiters and waitresses who worked at the restaurant at The Ritz weren’t what you would call a tight-knit group. If there was one topic of conversation, however, which every staff member had at least heard of, it was the matter of the Definitely Not Husbands.

An Angel Dining at the Ritz by misslmf (T)

The staff at the London Ritz become quickly familiar with the regular customers that come into the establishment, especially if those regulars were polite and easy to remember in some way or another. A pair that stood out to every member of staff after a while were the two men that came in at least a few times a month, always seeming to have a reservation despite never ringing to book one. Which is why it was so unnerving when neither of them showed up for a month. *** Or, how the staff at the Ritz are also children of divorce since Aziraphale left Crowley

Table For Two by JM_Finnigan (G)

Thomas Kinsley has known the two regulars - the red-haired man and the blond one called Fell - for as long as he's worked at the Ritz, so he is caught quite off-guard when only one of them makes an appearance one night. The aftermath of Aziraphale's return to Heaven as told through a Ritz waiter's eyes.

Code Angel by orphan_account (G)

She didn’t fully understand this kind of miracle but she knew one thing for sure. When a Code Angel came to The Ritz, they should expect miracles to happen.

There Were Angels Dining At The Ritz by AstersLibrary (T)

The employees at the Ritz have their favourites. And they're no so subtle about them.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #outsider pov #dining at the ritz #good omens s2 #mod d

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onlylurkingreadingstuff · 20 days

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I saw a recent reblog you did where you listed some fic recs and then tagged with your fic preferences, which are pretty much my own, favoring canon compliance fics where they're angel/demon (though I have read some 'temporarily human' AUs I've liked). Do you have a collected rec list? Or any more recs you might toss out? Thanks so much!

Oh gosh yes.

I’m going to assume you have already explored the other fics bu the authors in the first rec post I made- everything by @redfacesmiley, @books-and-omens , @racketghost , and Drawlight/ripeteeth is a stunner. Also dig through equestrianstatue and @darcylindbergh for real gems.

When I’m reading I find a fic I like, dig through all the author’s other fics, then look at the author’s bookmarks because I figure if they wrote something I like that much, they saved things I’ll like too.

Fell free to dig through my AO3 bookmarks- they are completely unorganized and I bookmark things I want to read later or think I might want to read again, basicly anything I might want to find again- so I haven’t even read all of them. BUT! Here are some more of THOSE FICS for me:

It's Funny Because Nobody Ever Says “Burkina Faso” by indieninja92

TIME LOOP TIME LOOP TIME LOOP!!!!

So funny omg. Azi is just DONE and I am here for it. It’s a locked fic to AO3 accounts so I’m not sure if the link will work-

What I shed for You by @darcylindbergh

This fic- this freakin fic!! I did not think I would ever go for a fic that was NOT azicrow but oh my god this one is so good.

But You My Dear Are An Ocean by megzseatle

After nursing his broken heart, Crowley moves on. He gets a cottage and relocates to South Downs to start over, and finds himself beloved in a small town where the people take him under their (proverbial) wing. His new friends are in no mood for charity when his ex shows back up- while Crowley might be able to forgive Az, the townspeople have a harder time with the bastard that broke dear Anthony’s heart.

If I’ve had a bad day and need to cheer up, I read this book! Omens sweet story.

…And if I’m in an emotionally stable place I will read this angsty heartbreaker. So beautiful, just so good.

Idiot/ Guts (and a load of Warbirgon’s Farmhouse White) / Ellipsis by @theyellowestmustard

A little slice of perfect right here.

I also love outsider POV criptids of soho stories- here are two good ones, one set in a coffee shop and one in a bakery.

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the-maw-consumes · 1 month

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okay but south downs cottage outsider point of view, aziraphale will talk anyone's ear off about crowley without them saying a word--shopkeeps, neighbors, a dog he ran into on a walk, you name it, chances are they know about crowley.

the problem: a third of them think crowley's a snake, a good amount probably think he's a husband who's kind and wonderful and a lover of gardens, an angel on the earth; and the rest definitely think he's a woman, sarcastic and so kind, but don't let her hear you say that

they're all right, but it is a chaos I think crowley (husband, wife, snake, everything in between) would live for if they all happened to meet

#good omens #I'm a sucker for outsider povs #good omens 2 #south downs cottage #ineffable husbands #genderfluid crowley #basically aziracrow version of dean's coworkers vs the heteronormative agenda by cowboydeanwinchester #because that's absolutely one of my favorite outside pov fics #aziracrow

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cineresis · 7 months

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Angels in America

It's amazing how fast an evening at your favorite club can be ruined by someone keeling over and frothing at the mouth. The band never quite gets back into the swing of things afterwards.

"Angel," sighed one of the men, or nearest approximants, at the table next to mine, "why is it that I can never go anywhere with you without stumbling across a body?"

"Oh, come now," said his partner, a soft, fluffy confection in caramel and cream, rising hastily to make his way toward the source of the commotion. The first gentleman, dark, lanky, and excruciatingly chic, got up to follow him. "It's hardly every time."

I stayed where I was for now, casting my gaze around the room as I went over my memory of the past twenty or thirty minutes. Too many people passing close enough to slip something into the victim's drink, too many others to watch at the same time, too many more opportunities to poison him outside my field of view. I was a detective, not God.

"Stumbling upon, once. Literally. Do you know what it's like to have to clean up after that sort of thing? It takes a personal toll."

"Hush, Crowley," chided "Angel". "People can hear you, and you know how queer they get about these things. Ooh, yes, that's strychnine, all right," he added cheerfully, pulling a small vial from his vest pocket and tipping it into his handkerchief. "Nasty stuff."

I got up. As I approached, I caught the faint, unmistakable chemical sweetness of ether fumes and gave them a wide berth, choosing instead to inspect the victim's plate and glass before turning to scan the room from this perspective.

"Now, just what might you be doing?" drawled Crowley.

I looked him over, too, while I was at it. In Crowley's case, this involved a lot of looking and not much over; he was easily more than six feet tall, even while slouching rakishly. The snake tattoo on his right temple suggested certain things about him. The dark glasses that he hadn't removed since he'd entered just suggested questions, since I highly doubted he was blind. "I'm a detective," I said, leaving the obviously at the end of that sentence to implication. "What are you doing?"

This response seemed to delight him. "So are we," Crowley answered, and grinned. "But if you want to get specific about it, I'm keeping you distracted while my friend saves this man's life. Let's see your license, then."

As I took it out, keeping at least one eye on him and his partner, Angel called out to the rubbernecking crowd around us, "I need someone here to run and call the nearest hospital, and a couple of strong men to help get this poor fellow someplace dark and quiet to rest. Best use one of the tablecloths for a stretcher," he added to the first volunteer who stepped forward.

Crowley leaned in closer to study my license. "Drake Silas Donovan," he read off. "'Silas', really?"

"What about it?"

"I've just always wondered what kind of parent would name their kid Silas."

"The kind who had a grandfather named Silas," I replied coolly, snagging my license back. "Your turn."

He obliged. Anthony J. Crowley, it read, licensed in London since 1905, the year before mine. I wondered how long he'd been at this; he looked too young for his apparent age, but then I looked too old for mine. "A. J. Crowley," I read his signature aloud. "Get asked if you're any relation every time, or just most?"

There's a certain motion a person's head makes when they roll their eyes. Crowley's was making it. "The man's an embarrassment to the side," he griped. "I made my name legitimately."

"And your friend?" It wasn't as if I couldn't put two and two together. There's a certain type of person who's got both a nose for trouble and the brains to prepare for it; if it walks, talks, and thinks like a dick, it probably is one. It was just that I wasn't in the habit of trusting people, and I'd be a real schmuck to neglect basic due diligence on the guy purportedly surrounded by bodies.

Detectives are no better or worse than any other person. They just think it's usually more interesting to solve crimes than commit them.

"Oh, he's as legitimate as it gets." Crowley turned to his companion, who was getting to his feet, brushing his clothes off fussily. Beside him, the two volunteers hoisted the unconscious victim onto a tablecloth spread across the floor, momentarily dislodging the ether-soaked cloth before Angel caught it and laid it carefully back in place over the victim's nose and mouth. "Aren't you, Aziraphale?"

Angel — "Aziraphale"? — looked up, startled. "Pardon?"

"Mr. Donovan here wants to see your detective's license," Crowley explained, enunciating his words with malice aforethought.

"Oh! Yes. Of course I always have that with me. Now just where did I..." He started patting down his pockets, stopped suddenly, and took a lovely calfskin card holder out of his coat. "Ah. Here it is."

Beaming, he passed it to Crowley, who passed it to me with the comment, "You'll find everything in order, I'm sure."

I glanced down at the card, then back up at Angel. "Am I supposed to call you A. Z. Fell or Aziraphale?" I asked, pronouncing the Z correctly as zed.

"A. Z. Fell is how 'Aziraphale' is pronounced in the King's English," said Crowley blandly, affecting a cut-glass Oxford accent on the last phrase. His partner seemed pleased by this comment, rather than annoyed.

"I'm afraid my progenitor bestowed me with a rather unwieldy given name," Fell admitted, raising fascinating questions about just how many syllables the British peerage could fit on a birth certificate when they really tried. "Aziraphale just sounds so much more euphonious, don't you think?" Crowley was right; I couldn't tell whether Fell had meant to say A. Z. Fell or the de-accented gloss. He'd lengthened the half-syllable between zed and Fell to a full vowel, but some people said zetta.

"I wouldn't know," I replied, handing the license back to Crowley, who was nearest. When Fell didn't take my bait, I added, "Lucky that you happened to have ether handy. I wouldn't like to imagine what might've happened if you'd decided to stay in tonight." I also lied when I said sorry, and when I swore to tell the whole truth and nothing but. Little white lies are the oil in the gears of civilization.

"Oh, I always carry that, too," Fell explained earnestly. "One gets into the habit after one's first run-in with strychnine, and of course ether has so many useful applica—"

"I wouldn't, angel," Crowley interrupted, sounding very amused. "Mr. Donovan thinks you're the one behind this."

"Oh," said Fell, nonplussed. "Gosh. Well, I — I suppose I can't blame him. He doesn't know me from Adam, after all, and has no reason to trust me — I did warn you about giving people funny ideas, Crowley, honestly. Of course," Fell turned to me, laying an elegant hand across his chest, "if you were to search me, you would find only a small collection of antidotes — oh, but a habitual poisoner would probably carry those, too, especially if he were the sort of voyeur with a penchant for playing the hero. I certainly wouldn't be convinced of my innocence. Yes, I can certainly understand whatever suspicion you might feel towards me, however misplaced it may be."

Crowley watched this thought process with an expression somewhere between fascination and agony. "Well, at least now he probably thinks that if you'd done it, you'd have been caught by now," he remarked, presumably because he was thinking the same thing. "You'll have to excuse my friend," Crowley added to me. "He still believes that the innocent have nothing to fear. Somehow."

"First time visiting?" I guessed.

Fell's bemusement answered my question before he did. "Pardon?"

"Never mind."

#good omens #1920s #noir #detective fiction #lgbt fiction #original fiction #(as it were; i should probably go back and tag the posts in this series more identifiably)#is this a human AU or are Crowley and Aziraphale just huge nerds? i don't know and neither does the outsider-POV narrator #i will finish this if there is public demand but otherwise This Is What You Get #(other stuff is still in the pipeline. this has just been a fuck of a year.)#i did this #my writing #a good man is hard to find (no not that one)

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pineapple-cheese-bread · 6 months

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I think I've found my favourite genre of fanfic, it's the "You know looking at this from an outsiders perspective is really funny cause they have no clue what's happening"

#good omens #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #its really funny to read outsider povs #where they have no clue whats going on #i also love the buzzfeed unsolved crossovers #thats mostly the percy jackson fandom tho

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syncast-err0r · 9 months

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during the whole post s2 montage or whatever, it's revealed that gabriel and beelzebub actually live in a cottage in North Downs, being their resident cryptids and functioning in worse ways than crowley and aziraphale could ever manage, and that's just them not trying

their entire house has rooms that are either completely empty or fully thrashed. these two idiots didn't even bother with trying to seem human. the house just spawned out of nowhere and they don't even bother with humans' memories they literally do not give a fuck. there's no bathroom, no bedroom. however there is a dungeon. neither of them ever sleep so they're just walking around at night for funsies. they're awful. their neighbors at least are grateful because flies refuse to enter anywhere else aside from the bureaucracy house (house is a strong word) just bc beelzebub is nearby. fuck it. they have several floors which can only be accessed from the inside, meaning it looks like it only has one floor from the outside. they have a garden and for some reason it's full of the worst smelling plants to attract flies but also they don't smell at all because gabriel was like nah n beelzebub was like fair enough

do u guys see my vision. do u

#I'm thinking of writing a fic. I'm living my best life out here guys #good omens #kiln talks #ineffable bureaucracy #non horror / slasher #ah. by week 5 they're probably like oh we fucked up. whoops lol. reprograms everything n they try to act normal this time #I just adore outsider pov fics n I've never read one that was bureaucracy centered....#so. ya #feel free to steal my idea. the more the merrier

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arielavader · 4 months

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Have we talked about....

How naked Gabriel shows up, Aziraphale let's him in and then a bit later, meets a DIFFERENT man at the coffee shop, one dressed in black wearing sunglasses AND he takes the 2nd man back to the shop and then QUICKLY closes all the first floor blinds??

And then the 2nd man comes storming (literally) out of the bookshop not all that much longer???

God the rumor mill on Whickber Street must have had THE BEST DAY EVER.

#good omens 2 #the outsider pov on Whickber Street is crazy to think about

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edosianorchids901 · 4 months

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Triumph

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "imperfect sign"

This infernal bookshop really was stupidly hard to find. Alan Whiting pulled out his mobile and checked the map again, then turned and headed down the street in the opposite direction.

Finally, he spotted it and sighed with relief. A.Z. Fell & Co., recipient of an honestly impressive number of negative reviews online. But the smattering of positive reviews spoke of rare books not seen anywhere else for decades.

Whiting liked rare books. He liked buying rare books. He especially liked selling rare books for astronomical sums, and then treating himself to some very expensive wine.

He crossed the street, made a rude gesture at the car honking at him, and paused in front of the bookshop. Every review had spoken of this place as having truly bizarre opening hours, and it lacked an open or closed sign.

Determined, Whiting inspected the opening hours sign. But with each line, he only became more confused.

“While occasionally I open the shop as early as eight, I have been known not to open until one,” he read, and frowned. Confusing.

He tried a few more time to decipher the sign, then decided to try the door. It opened, and he smiled at his triumph.

“Aha,” he said as he stepped inside. “I knew you were open. Even thought your sign is… imperfect, shall we say. You know, I know people who could redo that for you. Experts.”

The proprietor—presumably—sat in an armchair behind the counter. He held a book, and a thick black blanket sat on his lap. He didn’t look up from the book. “Oh, no thank you. The sign is perfect just as it is.”

Whiting snorted to show his disagreement.

The blanket on the proprietor’s lap hissed back. As Whiting watched, the blanket moved, uncoiling, a head with huge yellow eyes emerging from the center. It swung towards him, tongue darting out.

Whiting stepped back, breath catching. “Oh. You have a snake.”

“Mhm.” The proprietor still hadn’t looked up, but he shifted his book to one hand and stroked the shiny black scales. “Really, my dear. Be polite.”

The snake hissed again, and Whiting could swear it had gotten even bigger. He took another step back. “I was just, um. In search of some rare books?”

“That’s nice.”

The snake hissed again.

When no further help came, Whiting inched away and examined the nearest bookcase. He frowned in confusion, struggling to make sense of the organization. Most of the books had old leather covers, but there were a few more modern titles slipped it between them. And he couldn’t find prices anywhere, on any of them.

And every time he glanced between the shelves, the giant snake was glaring at him. It almost seemed to be smiling too, displaying sharp white fangs.

After one final glance at the snake and its disturbingly calm owner, Whiting’s courage failed. There was something very strange about this bookshop, and he didn’t like it one bit. There had to be other rare bookshops in the area, ones that didn’t have anything hissing at him.

“Didn’t see anything I liked,” he said nervously, backing towards the door as the snake raised its head again and rattled its tail. “You should really consider doing something about this… this imperfect organization.”

“It’s perfect just as it is,” the proprietor said, still not looking up. He stroked the snake absently, apparently unconcerned about the fangs. “Have a nice day.”

Whiting fled and wiped the sweat from his brow. His hands were shaking, and when he looked back through the glass, the snake was still glaring at him.

No. He was not having a nice day. And he would be sure to leave a negative review of his own.

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Aziraphale set aside his book and smiled. “Nothing like the sight of a retreating customer, hmm?” he said, running his fingers down Crowley’s scales again. “I must say, I am glad you’ve been spending more time in this form. I believe that’s our eighth frightened customer today.”

Crowley hissed in disagreement. “Ninth.”

“Is it?” Aziraphale examined the scrap paper with its tally marks, and added the latest. “Yes, you’re quite right. Ninth. You might have been overdoing it a bit with that fellow, though.”

“Nah, I don’t think sssso.” With a softer, more contented hiss, Crowley settled back down on Aziraphale’s lap. “Every desire in the guy’sss head was greedy. I didn’t like him.”

“Well, in that case, good work.” Aziraphale bent and kissed the top of Crowley’s head, pleased at their joint triumph over yet another annoying customer.

Then he picked up his book and leaned back, still petting his serpent. It was a nice day. A perfect day, really.

#good omens #book omens #outsider pov #aziraphale #crowley #queerplatonic

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zeldahime · 2 months

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Highway to Pail Bonus #2

[Day 1] [Prev] [Next] @do-it-with-style-events

Bonus prompt 2: You had me at Merlot.

Keanu Hawke Harrison-Montoya, known to his friends as Halcón or Hal and to his coworkers and customers as Harry, hadn't exactly dreamed of giving wine tours in Sonoma Valley when he was a kid, but it paid okay and you met interesting people. Once some actor from like Ireland or something had been on one of his tours with his wife and oldest kid, and his sister had called him a couple days later to ask if he'd seen them, because the kid was her favorite character on the new Game of Thrones. Not exactly Johnny Depp levels of fame, but they'd been pretty nice and Brit was impressed.

Unfortunately, interesting does not always mean nice. Two of the customers on today's tour were both interesting and irritating as hell. He could tell already that by the time he got home to Pancho, he just was not going to have it in him to do date night, Wednesday or not. Maybe he'd be cool with just cuddling on the couch and watching some dumb reality TV.

The two guys were both middle-age and English and obviously loaded, but otherwise they physically were the opposite of each other in every way, like they'd been designed to be The Odd Couple in a kid's show. One looked like if the Easter Bunny was a gay professor, and the other like the former frontman in a broken-up Clash cover band who hadn't gotten a new personality yet. They argued with each other at the back of the pack like they were either: a) about to get divorced, or b) had never believed in marriage philosophically but nevertheless intended to be in one another's pockets for the next fifty years and die within five minutes of each other so they could continue arguing at the pearly gates. He would not have been surprised if one of them was an anarchist, although based on the boyfriends and girlfriends Pancho's cousins usually brought home, he figured it'd be Easter Bunny rather than Rocker. Every tight-laced looking one talked about the fine points of German philosophy and schemes they had to redistribute wealth to third-world countries and every punk-looking one introduced him to a new "Viking" rune he'd google later and find out was a Nazi symbol. (Desirée was not very good at picking boyfriends.)

It had been more than half an hour since Hal had begun this tour, and despite Easter Bunny saying several times "do be quiet, Crowley" and Rocker saying "shut up and listen, angel" just as often, neither of them had actually stopped talking that entire time. They were quiet, was the worst part, clearly trying to be polite to the other guests by keeping their conversation down, but the whispers were much more distracting than if they'd just talked at a normal conversational level and harder for Hal to call them out on.

His smile was starting to become plastic as they finally hit the first wine break and, hopefully, a break from the English couple's half-heard conversation. He poured the wine for his dozen guests and explained how wine-tasting worked for any newbies. Like he always did, he asked for the guests to first sniff the wine, see if it reminded them of anything. All but one obediently copied him, and most had the look of people who didn't smell anything in particular but didn't want to say so and look stupid; totally normal. Rocker, however, stuck his tongue into the glass, prompting Easter Bunny to nudge him and whisper "do try to act like a human, my dear," and Rocker, at a normal conversational volume, said "Merlot with notes of tea, angel, you'll like it for sure."

"Notes of tea! Very keen nose! That'll be the tannins," Hal said cheerfully, hoping to remind them that there were ten other guests plus him on this tour. "Anyone else smell anything?"

Easter Bunny at least had the grace to look a bit embarrassed. "Thank you, er," he squinted at his nametag, "Harry," presumably on behalf of Rocker, who just smirked and whispered something in what Hal thought was French. Hal assumed it was a Harry Potter joke, because it always was. He ignored them and smiled at the rest of the group.

A round of silent, politely confused faces stared back at him. "Time to taste!" he announced, modeling taking just one sip from his glass. The Englishmen, he noticed, drank their whole sample.

Christ alive. If these two were this annoying sober, he was not going to have fun dealing with them drunk.

Author's note:

I don't know a damn thing about wine, but I do know a bit about being an underpaid tour guide, and Air Conditioning would be the absolute worst. At least they'd tip well. All knowledge of wine comes from the Wikipedia article about Merlot.

Shout out to David, Georgia, and Ty Tennant in paragraph 1. Johnny Depp is mentioned because I read once that the studio had wanted to cast him as Crowley in the never-made movie, and also because he's the most famous person I didn't quite meet while living in a tourist town.

Hal is named after Keanu Reeves and Tony Hawke, and I figured he's probably about my age. Halcón is just Spanish for Hawk. I did Google to make sure it's not accidentally offensive or funny in some dialect like how Concha* can be, and some Mexican reality TV star is being called that because he's got an aquiline nose, so I think we're solid for California at the very least. If it is accidentally funny please let me know! I also liked how you could arguably get Hal from Harrison, via Harrison -> Harry -> misattribution of Harry to Henry -> Hal. Why does Hal come from Henry? Because English is weird.

*Concha means seashell and is a regular woman's name in Spain, a pastry in Mexico, and slang for vagina in Argentina.

#my writing #do it with style events #highway to pail #outsider pov #good omens #good omens fanfiction

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veryace-ficrecs · 1 year

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Good Omens POV Outsider Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

And Your Enemies Closer by GoldenUsagi - Rated G

Some Satanic monks summon Aziraphale to sacrifice to a Beast of Hell. Unbeknownst to everyone involved, the Beast is Crowley. The ritual sort of goes downhill after that.

On Being Bar Mitzvahed by write_away - Rated G

Zachary Hirsch is quite certain that he's never met Uncle Anthony and Uncle Ezra before, but all sorts of relatives have come out of the woodwork for his bar mitzvah, so it's not like he's surprised.

Crowley and Aziraphale occasionally crash b'nei mitzvahs, confuse the bar mitzvah boy, and leave presents.

The future's going to break through by nieded - Rated T

Series: 3 Works

My take on South Downs: Aziraphale and Crowley decide to become professors. This is inspired by the headcanon that Crowley has 20 different degrees. He is the Serpent of the Tree of Knowledge after all.

The Official Mr Fell Quarantine Thread by argentconflagration - Rated T

It is with an exasperated sigh that I introduce you to an official thread for this guy. We've discussed it and we've decided that this is the only way we can stop you guys from derailing threads to complain about this guy. By mod decree, all Mr Fell complaining, griping, bitching, grousing, and miscellaneous butthurt now belongs in THIS THREAD AND THIS THREAD ONLY.

The forumgoers of The Codex, a forum for rare book hunters, come to some very interesting conclusions about the personal life of one Mr Fell of Soho. (Inspired by a tumblr post.)

Sleeping Like The Dead by WorseOmens - Not Rated

Aziraphale takes up the habit of sleeping, and goes a bit overboard. After all, with Crowley in bed beside him, why would he ever want to get up?

(Or: The ineffable husbands sleep for three months straight and the whole street thinks they're dead. NOT ANGSTY)

Unto the Whateverth Generation by AstroGirl - Rated T

When your family has been unsuccessfully trying to summon a demon for generations, it's bound to be a little bit of a shock when he actually shows up. Especially for the demon.

Chicken Soup for the Dudebro's Soul by ShinyHappyGoth - Rated T

Chanctonbury Ring, a prehistoric hill fort covered in beech trees, is a point of interest near Devil's Dyke on the South Downs. Local legend has it that, if you run around it seven times anticlockwise, the Devil will appear and offer you a bowl of soup in exchange for your soul.

Local legends are weird like that.

Like He Hung the Stars in the Sky by asideofourown - Rated T

“There’s so much you humans don’t understand about the universe, it’s not my fault that I do,” he said in a statement to BBC reporter Jane Smith. “Just you wait!”

BREAKING: SCIENTIFIC COMMUNITY IN DISARRAY AS NEWCOMER UPENDS DOZENS OF ACCEPTED THEORIES

Up and coming British astrophysicist Dr. Anthony J. Crowley has rocked the science world this week with his research that proves many previously-accepted scientific theories about dark matter and the nature of our universe completely wrong. Dubbed the ‘Devil’s Theory,’ Crowley’s research has made the astrophysicist a star practically overnight, and one of the most sought-after scientists in the country.

[Crowley can't keep his mouth shut about the stars, and accidentally becomes a famous scientist. Based on this!]

A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square by ThetaSigma - Rated T

Sam had settled into his job at the Ritz nicely. For example, no one there cared that his birth certificate listed him as Samantha and female and accepted him as Sam and male easily. It's a job he really loves, not least because his supervisor is possibly the nicest person to roam the Earth.

Sam also may be the first waiter in all of history to find out why the wine bottles fill up again when Aziraphale and Crowley have dined there.

***

He discreetly cleared away the empty bottles on the table and went to put them in the recycling, same as he always did.

Jim stopped him. “Not those bottles, son.”

“But they’re just empty bottles, Jim. Nothing left.”

“I know. But trust me. Cork them and put them back on the shelf, especially if those two ordered more than four bottles total.”

A Guide to Fame for the Enterprising Demon by asideofourown - Rated T

tildeathdoustogether

ok friends so i know we all joke about, like john mulaney and keanu reeves and hozier being immortals, but… i really think we gotta add anthony j. crowley to that list

thelongest27yearsofmylife reblogged and said:

Christ, Beth, Anthony Crowley is an increasingly popular, openly queer creator with explicitly queer rep in his work that’s really important to some people, can you not make this into a meme for ONCE in your life?

[Crowley accidentally gets a bit famous, and the internet figures out he may be a bit immortal]

tildeathdoustogether reblogged and said:

you think i’m joking but. i’m not. l i s t e n i did not get a history degree for nothing, i have RECEIPTS. buckle in kiddos this is a wild ride

The Cell Block Gavotte by WorseOmens - Not Rated

Crowley is forced to defend himself from three disgruntled demons in the heart of London, and that is really, really hard to explain in a human court of law.

(Or: Crowley goes to prison, and decides to just roll with it)

stand on the brink of the warm white day by appomattox - Rated T

hdjngjjbg you guys earlier i was waiting at the bus stop just outside a bookstore and the owner, a little upper-middle aged man who gives off immense gay vibes, walked by on his way in and just. handed me a bag of fun size almond joy????

Wherein: Aziraphale is a Confirmed Immortal.

Wilson & Sons by voidify - Rated G

Ever since its establishment in 1768, Wilson & Sons Barbershop had been a proud family business. Customers came and customers went— but there was one who had, apparently, been there since the very start: A.Z. Fell.

it's a new craze by attheborder - Rated T

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CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan.

AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we?

CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all.

AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous.

CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not.

Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast.

But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?

Crowley Invented Youtube Recommended (Parsley, Thyme, Sage, Daffodils remix) by flibbertygigget - Rated T

After Aziraphale's video on crêpes makes it into Youtube recommendations through a little demonic intervention, he quickly goes viral. Cue college students just trying to make it work, a bunch of young queers who see A.Z. Fell and his husband Anthony as "goals," and quite a few comments from one Newton Pulsifer.

The Art of Pretence by WitchFlame (RachelMcN) - Rated T

Playacting is an essential skill for a demon.

Especially when you get summoned by amateur witches with a thirst for power. Luckily, Crowley's silver tongue has always been his most versatile trait.

“You wrote the binding wrong,” the demon speaks and she jumps so harshly that her carefully cradled flask spills and smashes against the floor.

Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost by TheOldAquarian - Rated G

What are you supposed to do when you've been fired from your sweet job in Hell for thwarting the schemes of Satan, you've got a swanky flat in Mayfair, and you're looking for an excuse to spend all your time in someone else's bookshop? Obviously, you turn to the dubious world of short-term vacation rentals.

The resulting Airbnb property has been variously described as "an instagram trap," "a vampire den but make it botanical," and "the weirdest bed and breakfast in the shared history of beds and breakfasting."

what a way to make a living by attheborder - Rated T

Without any more assignments coming from Downstairs, Crowley is struck with a bad case of the doldrums.

It takes a bit of trial and error, but eventually a solution is found.

(Or: the one where Crowley becomes an Uber driver.)

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #anthony crowley #aziraphel #outsider pov #veryace recs #ao3 fic recs #ao3 #social media fanfiction

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Year of the Snake

Wanted to recommend this fic! Outsider POV, just over 13k words Mr. Fell is a sweet man (as long as you don’t try to buy his books). That’s undeniable. His partner on the other hand…well, less than savory assumptions have been made. 3 times a Soho resident thought Crowley was up to something very sinister + 1 time they knew he wasn’t.

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Year of the Snake by RedThistle (T)

Mr. Fell is a sweet man (as long as you don’t try to buy his books). That’s undeniable.

His partner on the other hand…well, less than savory assumptions have been made.

3 times a Soho resident thought Crowley was up to something very sinister + 1 time they knew he wasn’t.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #outsider POV #mod d #submission

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Prompt #12

x+1 times, Outsider POV, people get confused by something that Aziraphale and Crowley are talking about but don't ask for clarification, and the one time that they are asked to explain and do, even if it leave the person even more confused.

#good omens #go spoilers #fanfic writing prompts #writing prompt #outsider pov #5+1 times #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands

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The thing is, even if the coffee theory turns out to be false it would still make sense.

If we look at how Aziraphale has been characterized in the past and the events leading up to his conversation with the Metatron, from his point of view it makes sense. It definitely wasn’t the best choice he could’ve made, no doubt but you can understand why he did it.

After the whole thing with Ineffable Bureaucracy, Aziraphale was threatened by Micheal to be erased from the Book Of Life (aka erasing him from history as if he had never existed which is fucking TERRIFYING), then he’s given the chance to be in the position to have that power. Remember, the only reason why Micheal wasn’t allowed to do that was because they’re not the next Supreme Archangel if Gabriels gone, but now Aziraphale was chosen to be. If he’s one of the few, if not the only person, who can erase people out of history then that means the chance that that happens to him or Crowley is significantly lessened. Aziraphale can’t actually admit to himself that Heaven isn’t good, he can’t stand the thought of being part of the ‘’Bad side’’. Subconsciously he’s aware that Heaven has done things he doesn’t agree with (example: clue minisode, him changing his mind about body-snatching after seeing that tumor jar from the seven year old) but he doesn’t entertain those thoughts for long.

He thinks that if he’s the one in charge that he can fix things, that if he could just talk with the right people then everything would sort itself out. Like he did in season 1 when he first contacted the Metatron. Another thing is that he’s not doing this because he likes being in charge. This is Aziraphale we’re talking about here. He’s doing this for Crowley. Just like Crowley refused being Duke of Hell for Aziraphale, Aziraphale accepted being Supreme Archangel for Crowley. As Supreme Archangel he could make Crowley an angel again, could make him as happy as he was Before the Beginning, creating stars and nebulas and this time, they’re on the same side, they can be together. But it wouldn’t be their side. Because Aziraphale doesn’t understand why Crowley wouldn’t want to be an angel again. He thinks Crowleys kindness and goodness come from him being an ex-angel, not because Crowleys more human then demon at this point. He doesn’t understand that he himself and their precious, peaceful and fragile existence that they carved out for themselves here on earth would be enough for Crowley. Maybe he thinks he can have the things he’s sacrificed back if he does this, I dont know. I’m rambling at this point. Is this still coherent? Was it ever? Anyway

That doesn’t mean the coffee theory makes no sense, it would explain some weird details (like the sudden change from a dash of almond to a hefty jigger of it, Azirapahle including Crowley when saying “You’re the bad guys!”, having Micheal “King of Micro-expressions” Sheen act like Aziraphale’s fighting down that uncanny ass smile during that whole take in the credits, the barely hearable miracle sound before he takes the coffee, etc). It would explain those but it could also just be the good ol’ fashioned confirmation bias

PS: A character doing something you don’t like doesn’t mean its ooc, this is Neil Gaimans writing we’re talking about here

#good omens #good omens s2 spoilers #gos2spoilers #dia rambles #aziraphale #no matter if its true or not it makes sense why metatron would want them seperated cause he knew crowley wouldnt agree to it #they thwarted the first Armageddon they performed a miracle together that only strong archangels could of course heaven wouldnt want them #working together #i really hope this is coherent cause i'm bad with words #synopsis is basically: from aziraphales pov his decision makes sense he thinks he's doing the right thing #from an outsider perspective of course going back to the place that mistreated him for millenia is a bad idea #you can understand where he's coming from you dont have to agree with him but you get why did it #fucking newsflash neil is really good at writing three dimensional and humane characters with consistent flaws fucking deal with it #i wrote this all in one sitting i hope this comes across okay #pretty sure i forgot some things but i got my main point across

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Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeepers Association Daily Observations

Now that my Good Omens Outsider POV has been finished, I decided I should create a masterlist for those interested.

Every fic focuses on a different shopkeeper and their interpretation of Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship. Our poor Crowley is accused of being everything from Aziraphale's sugar baby to the angel's childhood sweetheart.