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Rosa melanthia. An innocent enough name. The Greek literally just means “black flower.” Apropos for a blossom that once had such dark petals… and a dark purpose. Trust Hell to try and cultivate it, to harness its insidious power in other forms.

Hell tricks Crowley into drinking mead made from the melanthia flower, one with pollen that keeps a person from being able to find release until they succumb to their deepest desires, no doubt expecting the former demon to crave something, well, demonic, and humiliate himself or hurt the people around him in search of that release. Fortunately, Aziraphale comes immediately to help him. Unfortunately, Aziraphale is going to have to get out of his own head before he can really give Crowley what he wants and needs.

Words: 11,434

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55812946

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Hello lovely people! This is to recommend two new long fics but also suggest a new tag! (or two) I am very much into thrillers, political thrillers and political fiction, but couldn't find that in your tags. eg. Spy Crowley or Spy Aziraphale (and they are originally spies in the book!). So the fics in this genre I have spotted are new: Silvertongue by Waein, completed, and Good Works by Majnoona ongoing. Maybe worth adding as a genre to tags?

Hi! We do already have #spies and #politics tags (as well as #mystery and #murder mystery), so feel free to check those out. I can add your recommendations...

Silvertongue by waein (E)

Anthony Crowley Jr.—an heir, a linguist, a reluctant ghostwriter, and an occasional spy. When he agrees to help Adam Young, a maverick U.S. senator, write his life story, he sets off a chain of events that weaves together his past and future in ways he never expected. Ezra Young, Adam’s foster brother, lives a seemingly calm, controlled life—while hiding a secret. A secret that puts them both at risk. Crowley and Ezra find each other, lose each other, and find each other again. They save the world in the process—though maybe not the one some witches expect them to save. Everybody that matters lives, I promise.

Good Works by Majnoona (E) (WIP)

It's 1987 London and anti-gay sentiment is on the rise ahead of the government's push to pass Section 28 to prohibited the "promotion of homosexuality" by local authorities– including banning books and education in schools. Anthony Crowley finds himself in a precarious situation trying to balance his job as a "fixer" for a nefarious consulting company with his growing involvement as a queer community organiser. Meanwhile, Aziraphale Fell, current Assistant Parliamentary Secretary, has stumbled into an environmental disaster that no one seems to want to deal with– or is a cover-up? Could the Environment Secretary even be involved? Could this really be part of Her (Margaret Thatcher's) Plan? Why do Crowley and Fell keep running into each other– literally? Is it just romantic fate bringing together two middle aged "confirmed bachelors" who thought it was too late to find love, or is there some other connection? Can they figure it out? (Are they sure they want to?)

- Mod D

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Gift fic for GlitteringRock!

Rated Explicit, 2.1K words

Happy birthday, GlitteringRock! (check out their lovely work on AO3!) Huge thanks to @createserenity for a speedy and super-thoughtful beta 🥰 and as always to @goodomensafterdark for encouraging all this nonsense!

CW/TW and Tags:

Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Ghost Hunters, Alternate Universe - Ghosts, Ghost Hunter Crowley, Ghost Aziraphale, Public Blow Jobs, but it's night in a churchyard so that's not so bad, Churchyards, Old St Pancras, I'm Sorry Mary Shelley, I'm Sorry Mary Wollstonecraft, I'm Sorry William Godwin, Drunkenness, Alcohol, worst or best-ever footnotes, You Decide, brief discussion of death, brief discussion of suicide, Bad Jokes, Ectoplasm, Come Shot

Summary

Crowley's a ghost hunter with a pash on ghostly Aziraphale. But they can't touch, because, well, ghost. Incorporeal. Basically just misty stuff, right? Right???

Excerpt

“Most ghosts.” Aziraphale reached for the beer bottle, and tilted it with a slosh. Oh. Well then. He was moving a beer bottle, wasn’t he? That was practically the definition of – of – physical operation. “Most ghosts have the ability to, ah, manipulate corporeal objects. It’s first and foremost a question of motivation.”

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Fic alert: A million megawatts of boiling gas

Wordcount: 4,649

Rating: E

It’s two weeks out of Eden, and it’s so darn hot.

Thank God for that Oasis.

Guess getting naked is the only solution, right?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65355202

Many giggles ahead!

Thanks to @moderndayklutz for the beta, dedicated to the lovely @fuzzygoblin and as always got to tag @goodomensafterdark

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Aziraphale and Crowley go to Westminster and have A LOT of sex (human Parliamentary AU). By @groovynightstrawberry

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64245790

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24 Hours (I've Waited My Whole Life) - Complete!

I can't believe it's the end already, but here it is - the final chapter!

Rating: E

Summary:

Aziraphale was not expecting any visitors on his birthday. He definitely was not expecting a tall, handsome man with glorious copper-coloured hair and a wicked grin, yet he couldn’t deny one seemed to have turned up at his door. It was not exactly clear why the man was there, but Aziraphale had a sinking feeling about the whole thing. He was going to be having some very stern words with Anathema when she got back from her honeymoon.

Excerpt:

Not at all, dear. I was very glad to see you.” There was that soft smile again, the one that seemed to turn Crowley’s inside to jelly. “Besides, do you know the number of people who have risked doing things that might look slightly strange in order to spend time with me?”

“Um. No?”

“Zero. I'm flattered you wanted to come along. Although I admit, oysters are very tempting; I can see why you’d take the opportunity to try one.”

“It wasn't the oysters,” Crowley blurted out, which was stupid, because hadn't that been his excuse for coming in the first place?

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Honourable Members - Epilogue

Rating: E

TW/CW: Brief mention of past violence; semi-public sex

Summary:

Aziraphale and Crowley were something, once. Now they sit across from each other in the House of Commons, a few metres and a whole world apart.

A Good Omens Human AU: featuring bickering, inappropriate Parliamentary behaviour and standing up for what you believe in.

Excerpt:

The cottage was isolated, at least a mile from their nearest neighbour, slightly closer than that to the beach. And it was theirs, both of theirs; they’d signed the documents together only a week ago, Aziraphale’s neat cursive next to Crowley’s aggressively messy scrawl, and although it was mostly Aziraphale’s money, that didn’t make it any less a shared space. And he’d have given Crowley the world if he could, the sky and the stars too. What was one small cottage in the countryside?

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Start from Chapter 1

Thanks as always to the Parliamentary Select Committee for Beta Reading: Rose, @tansyogg and @on1occasionfork; and to all the goblins in the @goodomensafterdark Writer's Guild chat for the encouragement and support!

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extremely drunk and helplessly smitten

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Epic Goblins Present - Grief of a Dying Sun: Ch8 (Section 3 of The Serpent and The Owl)

Incredible art by @cobeeli

Chapter 8/8! Rated E

CW/TW: Angst, Mofu, Check the Tags

Summary: Aziraphale emerges as the Champion of Atlantis, trained by Gabriel and guided by Agnes to become a warrior and defend their glorious land against any threat of monsters.

Excerpt: Without thinking I darted over the edge after you. It was not a choice, it was not a decision. It is written in the stars: where I am, you appear; where you go, I follow.

The transformation began as soon as my feet left the jagged cliffs. As Atlantis crashed around us my bones broke and fused anew. The screams of your wretched countrymen rang in my ears and I roared in response. The sharp spray of the churning sea sliced at my body, exposing my scales and unfurling my wings.

You believed me a monster, and so a monster I became.

Read the more here!

Or start from Chapter 1

Or start from the very beginning of this Epic story

A huge thanks to @ireallyneedmoretea, @moderndayklutz, @wiblywoblytimeywimey754, and @itsscottiesstark for beta'ing. A massive thanks to @kotias for wrangling this entire project!

Finally, an enormous thank you to all the incredible artists and writers who lent their time and talent to this part of an enormous project. @dbacklot99, @groovynightstrawberry, @sixbynine-da, @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon, Mx13, and @thescholarlystrumpet - it was a pleasure to write alongside you all!

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Autism Bingo? I get a Full House!

POV: mister Devon Price, PhD, telling me that I am right about everything

Source: Unmasking Autism, discovering the new faces of neurodiversity

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Codicology

Rating: E

Words: 2.8k

CW/TW: Light BDSM

Excerpt:

He reaches out for a first, careful touch: tracing a looping shape, black against white, with just the tip of an index finger. It hasn’t faded with age, not like so many other things, the edges not softened by the inexorable passage of time. Not like the canvas that holds it, which has softened and wrinkled over the centuries; not worn away, but stretched and creased with ceaseless movement. Aziraphale moves his finger to caress these creases now, the ones that tell a story of endless lifetimes; of smiles and laughter, frowns and tears.

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Thanks to @majnoonathelibrarian for the beta, and everybody in the @goodomensafterdark Writer's Guild for general support!

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Writers Guild Presents - Grief of a Dying Sun: Ch 7 (Section 3 of The Serpent & The Owl)

with the better parts of my angst throuple! @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon and @dbacklot99 and wonderful artwork by @lauramoon1987 who stunned me with the gorgeousness of how her work totally captured exactly what I was seeing <3

TSATO Volume 3 - Grief of a Dying Sun (74131 words) by anna_bird, sixbynine, babyrubysoho, TheScholarlyStrumpet, Kotias, GroovyNightStrawberry, MxTHRTN, GaiasEyes, dbacklot99, WiblyWobly_TimeyWimey Chapters: 7/8 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Agnes Nutter, Gabriel (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Reincarnation AU, happy ending eventually, not in this part though, Angst, Angst with a Bad Ending, Hurt No Comfort, not that they don't try, Crowley is the Leviathan, the fall of atlantis, Aziraphale hates Crowley or at least convinces himself he does, Self-Harm, Suicide, Murder, Monsterfucking, Twincest (implied), face fucking, whipping/self-flagellation, Voyeurism, Hate fucking, physical fighting, very minor blood/other bodily fluid, Hemipenes, Fisting, Minor Character Death, Ableism, disability slurs, Depression, some brief suicide/death ideation, Oral Sex, Fist-fucking, threat of injury to eye, Arguing, Cruelty, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, this volume is the definition of literary scorched earth, Gaiaseyes was here, the Angst Throuple was here Series: Part 4 of The Serpent and the Owl Summary: Aziraphale, Champion of Atlantis, was raised to believe that the monster known as Crowley is a grave menace to his world and his city. Brought into training to destroy the beast, he develops a sense of hatred, based on the myths and legends he is told. He is under the influence of two conflicting voices: the monarch Gabriel, who wants Crowley destroyed, and Agnes, who recognises Crowley as a threat but attempts to temper Aziraphale's hatred. Their first encounter certainly isn't going to appease his view of the monster — Crowley as a Leviathan, wreaking havoc on his city. This cements his hatred and drives him to train only harder. During his training, he starts seeking historical records and sees Crowley in many forms, until the beast slithers into his dreams. An infatuation and eventual obsession takes hold, the dreams are visceral and sexual, and Aziraphale is heavily conflicted. During his training, Agnes continues to try to temper Aziraphale's hatred. She studies Crowley's history, she makes notes, keeps records. Agnes becomes a confidante of sorts for Aziraphale, but he never fully reveals the extent of his obsession nor the true nature of his dreams…

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Title: The Hanged Man, chapter 1

Rating: E

Summary: While vacationing in Japan, Aziraphale meets Anthony, a photographer for an international modelling agency. They click immediately, but how could it ever work, living so far from one another?

Excerpt: The redhead looked up. Aziraphale fidgeted, unable to see the other man’s eyes, but could feel his focused stare from behind the dark glasses.

“I know,” the redhead said.

“Are you done making a scene?”

“Wh-who, who even are you? Did my mum send you to babysit me?”

Aziraphale huffed and tugged on the bottom of his waistcoat. “I am not a babysitter, although with that tantrum you just took, you might benefit from one.”

The redhead lifted the camera around his neck and took a picture.

“Excuse you,” Aziraphale snapped. “Shouldn’t you ask first?”

“What? You’re cute when you’re mad."

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Thanks to @fishey-me for the prompt and @groovynightstrawberry and @the-ineffable-dance for the beta/cheer readings!

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aziraphale catches crowley etching their initials into a tree in their back garden

read our collab with @crowleystits, inspired by a mug, in the chapter here!

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Pause, Record, Play

Fandom: Good Omens | Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley | Rating: Mature | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 2,800 | Author: scullyphile

Tags: Diary/Journal, Epistolary, Alternate Universe 1990s, 1990s, Masturbation, He/Him Pronouns for Aziraphale, He/Him Pronouns for Crowley, Crowley has a penis, Aziraphale has a penis, Fluff, Humor, Mutual Pining, Pining

Summary: 1994. Crowley has just seen Twin Peaks and starts keeping an audio journal of things he can’t say to his angel. Aziraphale has always kept a diary, page after page of memories and events written like letters to Crowley. What follows is a collection of these entries.

Thank you to my lovely beta readers @malachitegrey and @cemeteryangel725

Written for Sex Pollen Presents: The 90s!

As a good goblin, I must tag @goodomensafterdark

Excerpt: You said, “Do you know that Encino Man is only ninety minutes long?” And proceeded to melt away my protestations, my apprehensions, and the icy exterior around my heart. It’s a coincidence, merely, that the striking young man reminded me slightly of you in your Eden days. The film was awful, but watching you enjoy it wasn’t. Not at all. You see, every time you poked fun at the plot or tried to imitate the accents of the characters your entire face lit up with mirth. 

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