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Fic Rec Friday

Save Me by atimefeeler T, 34k. I can't get enough of lost memory fics for some reason! This is not human AU, but Crowley doesn't know that when he wakes up in a hospital with no memory of who – or what – he is!

Play By The Rules by @di-42 (E, ~3k) Bar pickup with a twist!

WIPs Anchored  (T 7/27) by @curiouspupsicle Fast paced, fantastically researched and annotated sailing fic with lovely writing, great characters, and snappy banter. It's fully written and publishing multiple times a week so come aboard!

Wrecked by snae_b (E, 10/20)I mean, it's a Snae fic, so we know it's going to be good but this notification has me dropping everything for the next chapter of 90s rural Arkansas slow burn demo derby.

Some quick 666s:

After Party by @groovynightstrawberry (666, E) "They don’t speak. Even if they yelled, they’d never hear each other over the pounding bass. They let their bodies do the talking instead."

The Seventh Sin by @fishey-me (666, G) "Crowley had tempted me to sin many times in our long existence. Six of the seven have long since been tallied and accounted for."

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Once Upon A December - Prologue - Journey to the Past

Rating: E, T for this chapter

Summary:

Zerya is an orphan, with no memory of his childhood. His peers have set out to find their fortunes, but Zerya just wants to find his family.

Crowley just wants a way out of Communist Russia. And when he finds an amnesiac orphan who bears a striking resemblance to the lost Grand Duke Aziraphale...he thinks he's found it.

Érik would just like to survive to the end of the story, but he's not holding out much hope.

Excerpt:

There was a time, not very long ago, when we lived in an enchanted world of elegant palaces and grand parties. The year was 1916 and my son Gabriel was the Czar of Imperial Russia.

We were celebrating the three hundredth anniversary of our family’s rule and that night, no star burned brighter than that of our sweet Aziraphale, my youngest grandson.

He begged me not to return to Paris, so I had a very special gift made for him to make the separation easier…for both of us.

Read it on AO3

With massive thanks to the wonderful @kiratastic for fabulous cover and chapter art! And to everybody in the @goodomensafterdark writer's chat for encouraging my insanity.

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Aziraphale’s POV 😂😭😂

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crowley is an absolute fool

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writing is so funny because i could write nonstop for 9hrs and then hit a block where im like "how do i transition between this moment and the next?" and then i just dont touch it for 6 months

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Sanctuary

Wallpaper sizes below cut:

Happy Birthday lovely Squirrels!

I was inspired by a story Squirrels is writing and wanted Crowley to look a little like a Madonna with child, but softer.

I learned a lot, especially about lighting.

Fun fact: the hair took me two days to paint.

Fun fact two: babies are difficult 🫣

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My Crowley & aziraplale Art

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Respond positively to this pro-trans schools policy for Wales

From my local WhatsApp group:

The Welsh Government are doing a consultation on its pro-trans schools policy. UK Gender Critical activists are upset and are trying to brigade it to push it in an anti-trans direction. Please fill out the consultation to try to reinforce the pro-trans stance. https://www.gov.wales/rights-respect-equality-anti-bullying-guidance

The deadline is 31 July 2025.

NB: Please only respond if you live in Wales! If you don't but want to help, please boost this and share it on other social networks. Thank you. ✨

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New little one-shot out on Ao3!

Anyone who's ever read any of my stuff knows that my things are fluff and humour or, if I'm feeling highly motivated, plot. But every now and then I like to try my hand at smut. It's like a cyclical test to see if I've got any better at this art in which some of my great fellow fanfiction writers excel. My offering to you today is:

Play By The Rules

Rated E, 2 k. Aziraphale is sitting quietly at a bar having a drink by himself. Someone tries, and fails, to chat him up when a handsome man swaying his hips among the crowd catches his eye. The man exchanges looks with Aziraphale and then walks towards the toilets. Aziraphale follows him.

Brought to you by Di's Shoulder Angel and Di's Shoulder Demon.

This fic has been written for Good Omens After Dark's EXPOSED: the public fuck fest 2025, so do read the tags.

Ineffable thanks to my incredible betas and cheerleaders Aerenii and IneffableShortCake, and many thanks to @fishey-me for directing my attention to the things that needed it the most in the first version of this story.

And of course many thanks to @goodomensafterdark.

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south downs days

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Many people, meeting Aziraphale for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide.

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crowley.exe stopped working

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commission!

full on: bsky, twi, AO3

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This. Kotias got me to write in Welsh, something I have not done voluntarily...ever. These letters are beautiful, and could stand alone as a canon fic, if this massive, amazing AU is not your cup of tea.

The GOAD Epic Goblins present - The Serpent and The Owl Volume 5 - Your Heart and Mine - Chapter 8

Author note:

This chapter is extra special to me; it is a wonderful conclusion to this hell of a volume, but more than that...

It was written by us. Not me, but us.

This chapter is very unique in this entire epic fic: it is a story told by tens of letters from Aziraphale to Crowley, and for this, many of our epic GOAD goblins were kind enough to lend me their words and languages.

In this chapter, you will find not only the words of Aziraphale to Crowley, but you will find them in the native languages of our writers and artists.

In my opinion, if there is one chapter of this epic fic you should read... this is the one, @goodomensafterdark

Word count: 2976 words

Excerpt:

Letter to the light of my life – ‘dozens of stars’ Aziraphale.

Home.

Oh, Crowley, how I remember you talking of four-letter words. How nice is a four-letter word. How kind is a four-letter word — How love is a four-letter word. Dear, my love, my beautiful, kind, perfect mate, today I have seen you losing yourself.

Oh, love, how I wish I could find you, all the way into the stars where you have hidden, and brace you into my arms. My last sight of you — my beloved Crowley has disappeared under a cloud weighing more than the crust of the Earth.

I will be waiting for you; be it here, in my bed under a roof broken by your last tempest, or on my feet, on land or a sea, wearing another face and this ring you have left behind.I think, my dear, that home has become a four-letter word in your eyes… I am leaving this letter behind, for you, for the next Aziraphale, for the Order, in the hopes that somebody, someday, will make you see how deserving you are of us. Together.

Keep on reading here!

Or, pick up from the start of the Volume

Or, start from the very beginning.