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Gabriel after the Nephilim business, yelling at angels who’ve been to earth recently: What, and I cannot stress this enough, the fuck were you thinking? Carnal relations? With humans??? Um, Yuck? Take an example in Aziraphale, he never had a single impure thought in his life!

Aziraphale who has been ogling demon butt for at least a couple millennia now: :3c

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Warlock: Why did the chicken cross the road?

Nanny Astoreth: Why?

Warlock: To get to the idiots house

Warlock: knock knock

Nanny Astoreth: Who's there

Warlock: The chicken

Nanny:

Warlock:

Nanny: I won't punish you on one condition

Warlock: okay?

Nanny: Go to tell that joke to Brother Francis

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Reminder to self to read

October 2019 brought with it the very first Ace Omens Discord challenge: writers were challenged to write their take on a prompt offered by one of the members. October’s prompt was:

Either Crowley or Aziraphale losing their memory every time they confess/show/act upon their love to the other. You may choose to write at any point in time, and it is up to you why/how it happens, and if they can solve the problem.

While members had until November 1st to submit their fic for inclusion in this announcement, there may be others added as others finish. For now, the current fics in the collection are as follows!

Kindled by wingedspirit  Summary:  The Fallen can’t love. Rating: Teen and Up. Complete. 800 words

Forgotten Moments by Bookwormgal Summary: Every time that Crowley confessed how much he loved his angel, Aziraphale made him forget. At first, out of denial of what Crowley was telling him. Later, out of fear of what would happen if Crowley’s feelings were discovered. But no matter how many times the demon forgot about his previous confessions, he never stopped. And it broke Aziraphale’s heart every time that he took those memories away. Rating: Teen and Up. Warning for graphic violence. Complete. 14k words

love, crepes, and other culinary advances by theinkwell33 Summary:  Aziraphale once promised Crowley he’d never poison him. However, he has been unknowingly breaking that promise for nearly six thousand years. All he really wanted to do was pour his heart out into some homemade recipes, but it turns out baking love into a meal is exactly how one poisons a demon. Rating: Gen. Complete. 2k words

Remember That One Time by lucky_spike Summary:  Moral of the story: Don’t be rude to strange women in bookshops. Rating: Gen. Complete. 8k words

Human Incarnate by obaewankenope (rexthranduil)  Summary:  A Principality and a Traitor meet in the Garden. They do not do as commanded and thus find themselves punished in a most unique way. Throughout it all, they somehow find a way to find each other, to join each other, to be with each other. As friends, enemies, lovers, killers. All of it. Through thick and thin they endure their punishments because, at the end of the day, there’s an Apocalypse to stop and two corporations to ruin—all they have to do is survive. Easy right? Not when you forget every time it isn’t. Rating: Teen and Up. Complete. 24k words

you forget we were in love by laira348 Summary:  Crowley has a tendency to confess his feelings and then say he doesn’t remember saying anything. Aziraphale worries. Rating: Gen. Complete. 990 words

Like a River Flows by Kedreeva Summary:  Five times Crowley was not allowed to love Aziraphale, and one time he succeeded. Rating: Teen and Up. Complete. 15k words

Still Water by Herodias Summary:  Maybe, one day, there will be just the two of them, on this deserted shore, and they’ll laugh, they’ll laugh so hard, till their cheeks are wet with tears, and he’ll gaze at him adoringly and softly whisper… he’ll softly whisper… He stares blankly into the distance, where the sun is sinking in the sea. What was he just thinking about? Something important, someone important. He can’t remember, and that train of thought is now forever lost. There’s still water, though. He cannot escape. Rating: Teen and Up. Complete. 3.5k words

That’s all so far! A great big thank you to everyone who participated in the challenge! We hope you, the readers, will enjoy it as much as we did! 

November’s challenge will be announced today on the server, and the results will be sent around like this at the end of November!

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Aziraphale listening to Metallica

I could imagine, because Aziraphale *would* be on the orchestra mailing list, him getting a flyer for the S&M concerts (Symphony and Metallica, you heathens) and going along for the symphony part.

There he is, dressed like himself, in the midst of a bunch of Metallica fans, having a splendid time! And you know what? The fans would love him too.

He'd get into a conversation about music, and receive some recommendations of some bands to check out, and a cool music shop that sells vinyl (because he never got on board with tapes) and buy a nice selection of Metallica, Tool and System of a Down albums.

Then I could see Crowley eventually finding out and losing his mind.

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On Earth as it is in Heaven

One of the unexpected positives to come out of the aborted apocalypse was Aziraphale's friendship with Madame Tracy. While Crowley didn't make a habit of human friendships, which inevitably ended in tragedy or at the very least awkward questions about why he didn't age, both he and Aziraphale occasionally found themselves drawn to one human or other despite good sense.

This one had its own pros and cons. Pro: Tracy already knew about Angels and Demons, and as such Aziraphale could be more open with her than he had been with another human in a very long time. Con: Crowley reminded him that Tracy was already old, and the inevitable end was likely to come sooner rather than later, so why bother.  But he had to admit a certain amusement from seeing Aziraphale on the phone with her. He liked seeing the way Aziraphale's eyes would crinkle as he smiled. Crowley enjoyed the absolute bitchy tone Aziraphale adopted when listening and responding to gossip. He especially enjoyed the mock scandalized look Aziraphale got when Tracy said something saucy, and the absolute, unexpected and shocking pleasure of hearing Aziraphale answer back with something saucy in kind. Never obscene, but towing a very fine line that made something in Crowley leap.

It occurred to him that he would love to hear Aziraphale swear. He hadn't yet. 

Aziraphale was on the phone when Crowley entered the bookshop before lunch. He could tell who it was on the other end by the angel’sposture, less formal than usual with a slight tilt of the head and one hand waving expressively as he talked.

"Sorry? No, not a customer, just Crowley."

"When did I become "just Crowley"? I'll have you know I'm not "just" anything." Crowley mock pouted, then smiled and waved them off at Aziraphale's pointed eyebrow. The angel could say a lot with a raised eyebrow and pursed lips, some of which he was too polite to ever say out loud.  

Everything is fine. Crowley didn't have a hole in his chest where his heart should have been.Everything is tickety-boo.  

Crowley amused himself, knowing from past experience that phone calls like this could go on for half an hour or more. He'd occasionally pick up a book and scan a few lines before the text started to blur together before his eyes. Crowley hated his eyes, had always hated them, how they robbed him of colours he could still remember, how they burned in the light. They were a reminder that no one had spoken for him. 

Aziraphale had not spoken for him. 

Intellectually it shouldn't have made a difference. Aziraphale had never actually claimed not to have been there, and it was his own stupid, foolish fantasy that things would have gone differently if the angel had been. Crowley hadn't realised how much that fantasy had underpinned his relationship to Aziraphale. Like a castle built on sand.  

Stupid. His own fault.

The chatter in the background was irritating. "…she most certainly did not!? Well, you tell her..." 

Up to the flat then to poke things and waste time. That's what Crowley did, poke things. Wounds that would otherwise have healed, questions best left unasked. He had known something was wrong in the weeks after they'd made their switch. Another fantasy, that. Believing that everything would be fine without Heaven and Hell on their backs. But it wasn't and he poked where he shouldn't have poked.

Talk to me, Aziraphale.

And like all of his most magnificent schemes, this one came back to bite him on the arse.

Crowley insinuated himself in all of Aziraphale's spaces.  Opened his cupboards, peeked in his refrigerator, that sort of thing. Aziraphale knew he did it, but hadn't said anything. They hadn't talked about pretty much anything properly since Aziraphale told him about the trial. He wondered if they'd ever talked about anything properly ever. Aziraphale, whose face shone with an open light, had hidden so much from him.

So Crowley invaded Aziraphale's flat while the angel nattered away downstairs. He ran his fingers over the inside of his bathtub and imagined it filled with holy water.

Crowley opened cupboards and looked under the bed. If Aziraphale ever did ask him about it he couldn't answer. It's not like there was anything to find in these spaces.

Is this where you kept your fear all this time? The wardrobe right here? Is this where the answers are? The thing that will fix us? By the mayonnaise in the fridge? 

Frustrated with himself, Crowley made his way back down stairs. He had assumed, by the lack of outraged exclamations that the phone call had ended. Instead he heard Aziraphale talking in a quieter voice, so as not to be heard. Crowley miracled the sound of his own footsteps upstairs.

"...not sure if that sort of thing would help us, to be honest (pause) Oh, I understand you don't necessarily mean sex. Intimacy... I don't know if he'd want it even if I was…capable. (Pause) It's bit like drowning, and I don't ever think I'll find my way to land."

Crowley didn't need to see his face to know that look; he'd worn it himself more years than he'd care to count. Drowning. And the water rushing in his ears sounded a lot like you go to fast for me, Crowley. He had seen people drown when he'd been on the unsinkable ship, seen them take down those who tried to save them too. That was what it was like with him and Aziraphale; he'd have been better off leaving him well alone, but still came back grasping every time the angel had pushed him down. He hadn't known Aziraphale had been drowning too.

"Anyway, we're not going to solve my problems over the phone, certainly not with him upstairs," Aziraphale's voice then returned to its normal volume, "So are you going to tell me this news of yours or not?"

Crowley closed his eyes. 

Everything is fine. Tickety-fucking-boo.

Read the test @ Ao3

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Love this

First day of the rest of their lives.

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The giveaway closes November 4, and a winner will be contacted Nov 5.

Keep reading

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shout out to marketplace.tf for sending me 2 of the funniest emails ill ever receive in my lifetime

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PODFIC!

Both Apple and Rebuild you from Clay have been turned into Podfic by Compassrose

Note: these are psychological DarkFic, and quite frankly giving a summary would give too much away. You can be brave and try it or not.

On a much lighter note, Custom Plumbing was podfic'd by ExMarks, who makes my attempt at humour actually sound funny.

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Any nephilim stories?? Or where az and crowley had a child and both and hell and heaven found out??

These might not be what y’all are looking for, but they’re the best we could find!

Nephilim by QueenForADay 

It’s been a couple of weeks since the Almost End of the World, and all is quiet. Until the Archangel Zadkiel and the Demon Azazel are outside Aziraphale’s bookshop, holding hands, and with a baby in their arms.

Or, “Obligatory Husbands Are Handed A Baby and are Forced to Become Honorary Dads”.

Gift From Above by twyly56

Aziraphale rescues what he thinks is a human baby from being sacrificed by a cult. It isn’t until after he realizes that it’s actually a Nephilim. Angels usually just smite Nephilim on sight, but oh, he can’t. It’s hard to explain. He’s never really liked smiting anyhow. Cue Heaven getting their knickers in a twist and throwing some less than subtle death threats around.

Suffer the children by Ineffable_Plans, JMA

“Tell them to get lost, whatever it is,” Crowley said, leaning against the counter as Aziraphale scanned the letter. “It can’t be that important or they would have sent someone…. Aziraphale?”

Aziraphale had the letter clutched tightly in his hands and stared at it in horror. “Oh my dear,” he whispered, “You couldn’t be more wrong.”

A Nephilim has escaped from Hell.Crowley and Aziraphale have been called to help, despite the painful reminder of why they can never, ever be together.Even the combined power of Heaven and Hell may not be enough to correct the mistakes made over five thousand years ago.

The End Days (well, years) by fandomgeek14

over a year after Almost-geddon, Crowley and Aziraphale are in a stable relationship (well, as stable as a relationship between an angel and a demon can be) but after a baby materialises out of Aziraphale in January that turns out to be half angel half demon, the peaceful tranquillity of life comes to a very abrupt stop.

Do any of our followers have any suggestions?

~ Mod B

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Custom Plumbing or The Trouble with Testicles.

When Crawley first took human form he didn't bother with genitals. He didn't eat, drink or breed so he didn't see much point in adding a bit of kit that was bound to get in the way. Otherwise he'd modelled his human body on the angels and humans he saw, and assumed the angels hadn't bothered with the dangly bits either.

He hadn't been entirely right about that.

Crawley got his first set of genitals thanks to Aziraphale. 

It had been early on, and while they hadn't exactly been on friendly terms Aziraphale wasn't as openly hostile as the other angels had been. Plus the whole thing with the sword had been pretty hilarious.

Aziraphale was particularly entertaining and non-hostile when he was sloshing around an animal bladder full of fermented something that humans had made.

"They make it for ceremonies and the like. It's absolutely divine." Aziraphale screwed his face up. He seemed to be having trouble getting his features under control. "No, not actually divine. But good. Not 'Good' good. Enjoyable! You'll like it. "

The angel certainly had looked like he was having a good time, and this fermented stuff undoubtedly made Crawley's job easier when the humans drank it. Eventually Crawley found himself tempted to try a swig. It hasn't taken all that much tempting to be perfectly honest.

And another.

And several more after that.

The next morning he was left with only a handful of hazy memories. Aziraphale bopping completely out of time with the drumming. The pair of them sitting on a log overlooking the big fire, laughing hysterically at something he couldn't quite remember. He thought he might have fallen off the log at some point. Crawley remembered explaining to Aziraphale about the stars but had the distinct impression of doing a less than stellar job of it, mostly because he forgot where he started and what he was actually talking about. Few memories, but the definite impression of having one of the best nights of his life.  

But by Heaven he was paying for it now. 

There was a funny taste in his mouth, like something had died in there. The drums from last night pounded away behind his eyes, which he kept firmly closed because the morning sun was out to kill him.

"Is this what Hell feels like?" The voice came from somewhere off to his right, and soundeda bit like Aziraphale if the angel had tried to gargle rocks.

"Hnurgh," Crawley replied with all the articulation he could muster. He wasn’t sure if he'd fallen off the log or not, but he clearly hadn't made it very far judging by the blessed thing digging into his arse. Crawley also felt uncomfortably full, low in his pelvis. It was a steady, insistent sensation that he’d never felt before. He'd also never felt the strange stiffening sensation in that part of his body because...

.. body part?

Crawley must've got sand in his eyes, because they felt like gravel when he opened them. He looked down. He squealed.

Aziraphale groaned. "Be gone foul beast."

"Aziraphale!" Crawley croaked urgently "What the Heaven happened last night? I've got... I've got..." 

Aziraphale's face appeared from the other side of the log. He looked like he'd been run over by a herd of goats. The angel blinked several times, and then looked at the offending body part.

"It's just a penis, Crawley. About half the humans have one," he said, resting his forehead on the log.

"I don't. Didn't. Where'd it come from?" 

Aziraphale groaned again. Apparently he wasn't up for questioning. Crawley didn't care - he'd woken up with a brand new body part and was blessed if he wasn't going to get answers.

Aziraphale lifted his head again. "I think I am going to be in trouble for this. I've already been spoken to about inappropriate miracles."

"For what? Angel, did you miracle me a cock?"

Aziraphale nodded. "You needed to urinate. Kept going on and on about how you were going to explode. This body had one as standard, I was trying to help."

Crawley had a vague memory of standing against a tree and feeling an unholy, profound sense of relief. And wet feet. His body suggested he would need to do the same again very, very soon. Preferably, without the wet feet.

Crawley, with considerable effort, heaved himself standing. He stumbled a few steps before aiming himself at a nearby bush and releasing a stream of urine. It stank, but it felt a lot better than keeping it in. He'd seen humans do this before; he just never thought he'd have to do it for himself.

He'd seen humans do other things with their genitals as well. 

"Angel? Angel!"

Aziraphale heaved his head back up off the log. "I don't know how to banish a demon, but I'm about to give it a damn good try. What do you want Crawley?"

"Did you have sex with my genitals?"

The look of abject horror on Aziraphale's face suggested that he had not. "Don't be absurd. We've got genitals, not hormones."

"Oh. Right then. Good." Crawley staggered back to the log and sat down. He had a bit of a look at the whole set up. The hose was useful, obviously, but the dangling monstrosity down below was a bit of a mystery. He'd never taken that close of a look before.

"Do you really need to be doing that so close to my head?"

"What're these for?" Crawley asked ignoring the angel's complaint. He gave the offending organ a flick and felt an immediate, physical regret. It was an entirely new type of pain, both very localised and very encompassing at the same time. He doubled over and vowed never, ever to do that again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Crawley nodded. 

"They're testicles. Humans use them to produce sperm for mating. We don't need them but they come with the set. You just have to be a bit careful with them."

"How do you know all this?" Crawley asked, still feeling tender and more than a little wary. 

"There was a seminar when I got the body. It was very interesting. Your lot didn't do one?" They hadn't. Crawley had sort of winged it as he went.

 "Look, "Aziraphale continued, "Do you want me to miracle the genitalia away again?" He didn't sound enthusiastic about it.

"No, " Crawley waved him off, "I'll figure it out myself. Save you from having to explaining it to upstairs."

Aziraphale grunted his thanks, rubbing his eyelids. "But honestly Crawley, please go away."  

He did, but he didn't magic away the genitalia because his body hadn't quite finished removing the night’s drink. In a few years’ time Crowley would figure out how to sober up with a miracle, and excitedly share the trick with Aziraphale, but right now they both had to deal with the physical aftermath the human way. It wasn't all bad. While watering a nearby bush he got talking with a young man from a neighboring clan and discovered a good, solid lead on some potential mischief.

Read the rest on Ao3

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The flight was just over three hours, but the only airline with seats available direct without having to wait until the next day was one of those horrible budget airlines that Crowley had been very directly responsible for. He'd personally gone over the 737-800's looking for ways to minimise legroom and remove comfort. He'd taken pleasure in suggesting people pay for basic amenities that were definitely not worth the price. The in-flight sales pitch, the rock hard seats, the deliberately misleading check in procedures.  He'd taken pride in his work, distilling everything that was unpleasant about air travel and packaging it up in a deal people would still willingly pay for.

         The £55 fee for not pre-printing your own boarding pass was just the icing on the cake.

         Sometimes he hated himself.

         Crowley couldn't get his legs to fit properly, jostling the seat in front of him every time he moved. As much as he loved the softness of Aziraphale's body, he couldn't help but wish that both of them were a bit smaller so as to fit properly into the seats. Say, the size of six year olds. 

         The man in front turned to glare at Crowley, who opened his mouth and hissed, earning him a sharp elbow from Aziraphale. Or perhaps Aziraphale had just moved, it was hard to tell in these claustrophobic seats.

         Two hours to go.

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So..........

This:

finally explains this:

It has confused the heck out of me why Aziraphale loves him some tartan so much when it was the uniform of the army he abandoned the first chance he got (and gave away his flaming sword to boot). 

But I had it backward. Aziraphale doesn’t like tartan because it was his platoon’s uniform; HIS platoon’s uniform is tartan because it’s what Az likes. (Probably designing the uniforms was the one and only aspect of military leadership he enjoyed.)

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Suffer the Children, Good Omens

         “What’s that?”

           Aziraphale frowned as he picked up the crisp white letter sealed with gold. Heaven’s work, obviously, but unexpected all the same. They hadn’t heard from either Heaven or Hell in just over three years. After the failed apocalypse things things had been quiet. It was radio silence from both sides, and he hadn’t expected to hear from either side for a long time yet. 

           “Tell them to get lost, whatever it is,” Crowley said, leaning against the counter as Aziraphale scanned the letter. “It can’t be that important or they would have sent someone…. Aziraphale?”

           Aziraphale had the letter clutched tightly in his hands and stared at it in horror. “Oh my dear,” he whispered, “You couldn’t be more wrong.”

           “Angel?”

           Aziraphale looked at him with naked terror. “One of the nephilim has escaped.”

           It took a moment to sink in. It should have been impossible. “Which one?” 

           “They didn’t say. I’m assuming they are summoning all of the angels who were...personally involved… and I am certainly hoping they have some sort of a plan.”

           “Could it be a trap? Some sort of trick?”

           Aziraphale shook his head. Not that he didn’t think Heaven was capable of deceit, he’d lost those illusions, but lying about something as serious as this was beyond the pale. No, it had to be true. “They want to meet on neutral ground. I’ve been summoned to Purgatory immediately.”

           Crowley swallowed and pushed himself up from the counter. “I’m coming.”

           “Absolutely not! There’s no reason for you to get involved…”

           “I’m coming, angel. They know we’re friends and that’s all they need to know. If it’s really the nephilim then Hell’s involved and they’re still wary of messing with me.” There was a moment when Crowley thought Aziraphale might push the point, but they both knew Crowley wasn’t going to back down on this. 

           Aziraphale sighed. “Alright. But do try not to upset anyone unnecessarily. They’re bound to be temperamental as is with all this going on.”

           “Fine. Let me pick up a plant mister on the way.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/20459066/chapters/48543203

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“Tell them to get lost, whatever it is,” Crowley said, leaning against the counter as Aziraphale scanned the letter. “It can’t be that important or they would have sent someone…. Aziraphale?”

Aziraphale had the letter clutched tightly in his hands and stared at it in horror. “Oh my dear,” he whispered, “You couldn’t be more wrong.”

A Nephilim has escaped from Hell.

Crowley and Aziraphale have been called to help. But even the combined power of Heaven and Hell may not be enough to correct the mistakes made over five thousand years ago.

UPDATED EVERY MONDAY

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AO3 won the 2019 Hugo Award for Best Related Work!

Here’s the speech given by Naomi Novik when the award was accepted:

All fanwork, from fanfic to vids to fanart to podfic, centers the idea that art happens not in isolation but in community. And that is true of the AO3 itself. We’re up here accepting, but only on behalf of literally thousands of volunteers and millions of users, all of whom have come together and built this thriving home for fandom, a nonprofit and non-commercial community space built entirely by volunteer labor and user donations, on the principle that we needed a place of our own that was not out to exploit its users but to serve them.

Even if I listed every founder, every builder, every tireless support staff member and translator and tag wrangler, if I named every last donor, all our hard work and contributions would mean nothing without the work of the fan creators who share their work freely with other fans, and the fans who read their stories and view their art and comment and share bookmarks and give kudos to encourage them and nourish the community in their turn.

This Hugo will be joining the traveling exhibition that goes to each Worldcon, because it belongs to all of us. I would like to ask that we raise the lights and for all of you who feel a part of our community stand up for a moment and share in this with us.

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Ineffable Fic Rec List

Happy Fanfiction Author Appreciation Day! I’m having a heck of a time trying to focus enough to read, so I thought I’d put together a list of my favorite Good Omens fics (all Aziraphale/Crowley). Please check them out and shower the authors with love!

Rated-G:

You Know My Name by @dotstronaut​ (WIP) 5.6K words. Role-reversal AU, Forced Amnesia, Animal Aspects. This fic is written by an artist who also draws scenes from it, and I am in love with the whole thing. Tortoise!Aziraphale and Snake!Crowley, starting in the Garden of Eden.

Build Our Kingdom by Mackem 9.3K words. Post-canon, Picnic, First Kiss, Fluff, So Much Fluff. They go on a picnic together, and it’s just 100% adorable fluff.

An Angel who did not so much Fall In Love as Settle Into It Gradually by TheLadyZephyr 7.5K words. Canon-Compliant, Missing Scenes, Historical References. Aziraphale slowly but surely falling in love. Podfic available!

Stopgap by RC_McLachlan 3.1K words. Missing Scene in Episode 6. Basically just Crowley hating on Gabriel during the “Shut your stupid mouth and die already” scene.

Rated-T:

Something to do with these sacred words by Solshine 11.3K words. Pining Out Loud, Declarations of Love, Happy Ending. Crowley confesses early, and Crowley confesses often. Aziraphale takes a Long Time to catch up.

Archangel of Healing by Nnm 9.3K words. Crowley Was Raphael Before He Fell, Post-canon, mild Angst, Recipe for Stew. Aziraphale figures out Crowley’s pre-Fall identity and A Lot Of Feelings are confronted. There’s so much delicious humor in this fic, despite it being a little angsty, and it feels SO MUCH like it belongs in the GO canon.

He No Longer Needs to Wonder by FinAmour 1.1K. Fluff, First Kiss, Sharing A Bed, Comedic Misunderstandings. Sweet and poetic. It all begins with a forbidden fruit.

Gravity by kaeltale 13.8K words. Fallen!Aziraphale, mild Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Post-canon. That’s right, I practice self-love by plugging my own fics! An exploration of what it means to be Fallen. Aziraphale helps Crowley see himself in kinder ways. God is a lovable bastard, and She ships it.

Across the Universe by kaeltale (WIP) 6.8K words. Moments In Time, Historical References, Pining. A collection of loosely-tied glimpses into Aziraphale and Crowley’s history together.

Rated-M:

In the (Second) Beginning by cherryfeather 2.6K words. Emotional Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss, Post-canon, Wings. Aziraphale realises Crowley’s been saying something rather loudly for a week.

good for the soul by singingtomysoul 3.6K words. Getting Together, Post-canon, Confessions. Aziraphale doesn’t feel guilty, for once, but has some things to confess. Crowley doesn’t think he has guilt, and doesn’t plan to confess anything. On both counts, he’s wrong.

Touch by kaeltale 3.8K words. Compantion Fic, Non-sexual Intimacy, Music, Poetry, Fluff. Missing scene from Gravity in which Crowley is very overwhelmed, and Aziraphale is an angel… even if he’s a demon.

Rated-E:

Lead me to the banquet hall by obstinatrix and wishwellingtons 14.7K words. First Time, Post-canon, Food, Pining, Resolved Sexual Tension, Bottom Crowley. Aziraphale gets flustered when he finds out that Crowley does eat, but doesn’t want to eat with him. Confessions ensue.

There’s Nowhere Else On Earth That I Would Rather Be by CartWrite 8K words. Post-canon, Love Confessions, First Time, Body Swap Fallout. Sequel to Taking The Liberty in which Aziraphale takes (guilt-ridden) advantage of the Body Swap to explore Crowley’s body while he’s in it. Aziraphale confesses his transgressions. Crowley has some confessions of his own.

the voice under all silences by ShadyCakes 12K words. First Time, Mutual Pining, Missing Scene, Service Top Crowley, Aftercare, Telepathy, Tender Sex with Feelings, Classical Music. After the bus ride back from Tadfield and the erstwhile End of the World, Aziraphale reaches his breaking point.

You Forget We Were In Love by CaptainSlow 51.3K words. First Time, Historical References, Slow Burn, Pining, Soulmates AU, Amnesia, Questionable Consent (that gets addressed). Aziraphale and Crowley were soulmates in Heaven. After the Fall, everyone has forgotten the Fallen, except for Aziraphale. BAMF Aziraphale.

Chiaroscuro (series) by @drawlight 18K words total. Pining, Forbidden Love, Feelings Realization, Love Confessions, Missing Scene, First Time, Body Worship, Stars, Poetry. If you haven’t heard of Salinity by now, you are in for such a treat!! Ad Astra is probably my favourite so far, because Carl Sagan quotes. The whole series is just pure poetry and I am in love! So read it, ok? (Podfics by @podfixx are available here.)

The One With The Love Letters by Davechicken 7.5K words. First Time, Grey-Asexuality, Demisexuality, Past Abuse (non-explicit), Healthy Communication, Explicit Consent. Aziraphale thinks they are dating. Crowley thinks so too. Aziraphale thinks he knows what follows. Crowley absolutely does not. An exploration of demisexuality evolving through a relationship. Brilliant, and humourous at times.

Rebuild you from clay. by JMA 8.5K words. DARK FIC, Betrayal, Angst, Philosophy, Good and Evil, Demonic!Crowley, Unrequited Love, Recovery. Sequel to Apple in which Crowley plays a long game with Aziraphale. Fuck, it hurts. Evil!Crowley warning (he’s learning, but nowhere near Good). “Crowley has a naked fallen Angel in his bed. And hands around his throat.” Exploration of Art and Pain, and it’s beautiful in a really disturbing way. Be Warned!

Long Is The Way, And Hard by Kate_Lear 27K words. Historical, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Angst, Redemption. A story of Crowley’s thoughts about Aziraphale, from the Beginning to the present day. And also of temptation, and want, and whether - for a Fallen Angel - redemption is possible after all. SO MUCH PINING, and also, apologies. Aziraphale is BAMF! (Podfic available by @podfixx)