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Thank you @di-42

He closed the door to the landing and trudged down the stairs, leaving his flat to sit in testament to the night’s broken dreams.

Most of my Tumblr friends are already tagged, but @serenity-black - I'd love to see what you're up to

Last Line Tagging Game

Rules: Share the last line you wrote, then tag as many ppl as there are words.

Thanks for tagging me @the-written-wyrm :)

This truth Aziraphale hadn’t been able to explain, not to Crowley, not even to himself, loomed between them now, just like that.

Way too many words for tagging (I really should learn how to write shorter sentences), but maybe you'd like to share @rcreveal , @theriverspath, @luv4thethindarkduke, @catsteinbooks, @metalmiez? No pressure :)

And of course if anyone else who wasn’t tagged wants to share, go ahead!

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I guess it worked... Better hope he doesn't find out it was you. You're liable to get signed up for every spammer and scammer known to humanity.

Projecting my period cramps onto Gilgamesh king of Uruk

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I love this take on unreliable narrators! Absolutely brilliant!!

Unreliable narrators are one hell of an idea. You can just write whatever, and if a reader points out "hey the way this scene happened should not be physically possible if it's done the way this character described it", you can just be like "yeah I don't trust that fucker either."

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Leaving Eden for a Garden

Chapter 3: The First Day of the Rest of Your Life

Excerpt:

Crowley frowned and grumbled at the beam of light that hit his face. He reached for the blanket to block it out, but his fingers hit open air. It explained why he was cold. He opened his eyes reluctantly. A warm honey oak bedside table swam into view, and he smiled despite feeling a little chilled.

“Morning,” he called out toward Aziraphale’s favourite reading chair.

“Good morning,” his husky voice replied from the doorway. “I made you a coffee.”

“You’re a prince,” Crowley told him, rolling over onto his back. He sat up and lifted the cup from the coaster on the bedside table. After a deep sniff, he took a sip. “You could come back over here and join me, you know.”

Aziraphale leaned against the door jamb, mug of tea in one hand, the other resting conspicuously in his dressing gown pocket. He pouted a little. “I was enjoying the view.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66094702/chapters/172361047

With many thanks to @spectrallydistracted and @on1occasionfork for being beta readers, cheer leaders, and generally delightful people.

@goodomensafterdark

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happy pride, friends & fiends! 🏳️‍🌈 may love always win.

to you i offer some wonderful screencaps of our favorite and ineffably queer husbands:

and a very happy pride to our beloved crowley & aziraphale. fingers crossed for many happier kisses to come.

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Leaving Eden for a Garden

Rated E

Aziraphale/Crowley

Tags: Human AU, Family & Religious Trauma, Gay Sex

Summary: Aziraphale could always rely on Crowley just as Crowley could always rely on him. Their friendship and The Arrangement had grown and changed over the years, but it remained the one steadfast thing in Aziraphale’s life. As he finally took the step of leaving behind his job at the publishing firm his family had founded, he took comfort in knowing that some things didn’t have to change.

Crowley loved Aziraphale. As the two of them began embarking on a new phase of their lives, he wanted their relationship to enter a new phase too. It would take some effort, but Crowley was determined to show Aziraphale what their future could hold, together. He had a plan.

Chapter 2: Taking Comfort in Friendship

“No,” he agreed. The truth did more to melt away the frustration and resentment within him than any romantic date or bubble bath could. “They don’t know this part of me. Only you do.”

His tie came loose with a rustle of fabric, and Crowley popped his collar button free. “That’s right. They see the buttoned up antiquarian.” He tugged Aziraphale’s vest out of his trousers. “The kindly mentor.” He slid a hand under the cotton and explored the curve of his belly, scraping tidy nails through sparse hair. “The gentle romantic.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66094702/chapters/171703795

With many thanks to @spectrallydistracted and @on1occasionfork for being beta readers, cheer leaders, and generally delightful people.

@goodomensafterdark

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I think the thing that some people miss is that the kiss doesn't mean that they are not asexual.

There are a number of ways to interpret that kiss that aren't the implications of them getting down and dirty in their South Downs Cottage.

There have been a number of very good analyses suggesting that Crowley's kiss at the end of season 2 was more symbolic... A desperate attempt to get his point across and make everything be okay.

I think the fact that so many of us, as fanfic writers, do write a sexual interpretation for their relationship has no bearing on the canonicity of an asexual interpretation.

537 A.D., The Kingdom of Wessex

Crowley and Aziraphale share a beautiful, queer relationship that can be viewed and interpreted in many ways, but to me, it's always 100% read as an asexual love story.

Ace representation is still hugely, hugely lacking and I think something I love so much about Good Omens is that it makes a lot of people - who often feel invisible, even sometimes in queer spaces or fandoms - feel seen and heard and accepted 🖤 💜��️

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Definitely want to read this one

If you could stay a little longer.

The story of 1941 part 3.

For those you who might have missed my wildest dreams post from last week I have finally written and posted my long anticipated (by some) take on what happened in 1941 in the aftermath of the magic show.

There’s wine. There’s music. There’s dancing. There’s romance. There’s angst. Because it’s them.

Rated: teen and up

Excerpt:

“Come now Crowley, I would hardly call it a lie. More like…omitting the whole truth.”

Crowley fixed Aziraphale with a hungry glare, then slowly snaked his way back over to the angel. Aziraphale shrank back in his chair once again overwhelmed by the forced proximity. Deliberately placing both hands on the armrests, Crowley hovered over the shrinking angel and lowered his voice to a seductive growl, “Oh it’s worse than that Angel, and you know it. I believe I deserve…an apology.”

Read it now on AO3

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This sounds amazing... When does the movie come out? The book? The link on AO3?

God I want to read this!

A fantasy story starting with the protagonist minding her own business gathering firewood, when a demon appears out of nowhere announcing that she belongs to him now. The protagonist demands to know on what grounds, she's never signed no damn contract. The demon is kind of baffled by this, and awkwardly explains that just now her father had promised his firstborn for something, and she is his firstborn.

The protagonist digs her heels in and says no, she never knew her biological father and by the way the demon explained the situation, evidently her father also doesn't know that he already has a daughter, so therefore the man who had made no contribution to her life after he bred and fled has no claim to her as something he could barter.

Not giving a shit about the fact she's gambling her life in doing so, the protagonist makes contact with the local woodland fae, asking them to negotiate on her side. The fae think that this is fucking hilarious and go with her. So, having lawyered up and with a reluctant demon in tow, the protagonist heads off on a quest to find her father and do whatever it takes to wrangle everyone involved into unmaking the contract.

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Amazing!

Car Trunk vs Car Boot: A clear win for US English, trunk was already a thing in which you stored items, frequently for transport.

Crisps vs Chips: I gotta admit, the Brits have this one. They're thin slices of potato that have been made crispy. No chipping of any materials involved.

Car Park vs Parking Lot: Equally matched. What's a car park? A place to park cars. What's a parking lot? An otherwise empty lot where you can park.

Elevator vs Lift: Both equally fail to address that the damn thing also goes down.

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😂😂😂😂

CROWLEY: What do you mean, “you lost it” ?!

AZIRAPHALE: It means I’ve no recollection of where I last saw it. It has, quite mysteriously, vanished.

CROWLEY: It’s a rearview mirror ! It should’ve never left the Bentley!

AZIRAPHALE: Well… I was in a bit of a hurry, and I needed to apply my blush on the way to that interview—

CROWLEY: Couldn’t you just, I don’t know — miracle it on?

AZIRAPHALE: That seems like such a dreadful waste, my dear.

CROWLEY: What about last Thursday? Ring any bells? Certain angelic being wasting their power to fix their mug?

AZIRAPHALE: Excuse me! That was different.

CROWLEY: Oh yeah? How exactly?

AZIRAPHALE: That was my favourite piece from the “Crowley’s Trips Collection”.

AZIRAPHALE: Chicago, remember? A few years ago. The one with the wing-shaped handle and “Angel Fuel” printed on it?

CROWLEY (quietly): Yeah.

AZIRAPHALE: Then you’d see why I’d hardly call that a waste, love.

CROWLEY (internally): Well, fuck me..

CROWLEY (out loud): What about—uhm—when—ngkkk—I am still missing my mirror!!

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Looking forward to this chapter!

Chapter Two of Wanting You... Is New

If you read my acespec fic 90 Days to Save Your Life, this is that story but from Aziraphale's POV.

Rating: Mature

Five Chapters/Complete, a new chapter posted every Thursday!

Summary: Dancing at The Gilded Cage was Aziraphale’s dream job. When the lights dimmed and the music started, it was as if a switch flipped. His body reacted to the beat, and instantly he was someone else. Not a stuffy bookseller, not a stodgy tea drinker. Suddenly, he was a sexy cage dancer, and he felt that power.

Aziraphale met Crowley two weeks after he began dancing at the club. At first Crowley was just another admirer. Then it seemed possible he might become something more. But Crowley was a player who went home with a different woman every night, and Aziraphale was an asexual gay man. No matter how strong their attraction, there was no way this could work.

Unless, just maybe, it could.

Chapter Excerpt

What was it Robbie had said last night before they left the club?   I hope you find the man you’re looking for. That was the thing, though, wasn’t it—what kind of man was he looking for?  In truth, he’d found the perfect man years ago, back in uni. He’d loved Oscar wholly, in mind and body. If only Oscar had felt the same about Aziraphale.  Since then he’d had other relationships, but he’d not been in love. It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried. He’d spent his twenties trying to recapture what he had with Oscar, to no avail. As his thirties began, Aziraphale decided he was asexual, that he didn’t want or need sex. He’d made that clear to his boyfriends, and at first, they all said they understood. Until they didn’t. Until they pushed. Until they started negotiating for sex. Until they were manipulative. Until they… forced themselves on him. 

Continue reading on AO3

Or start at the beginning

Thanks to @brenna for the very thorough and gentle beta (sorry about those commas and the overuse of the word "just"). Thanks to my cheer readers, @on1occasionfork and @majnoonathelibrarian for holding my hand when I needed it the most.

@goodomensafterdark

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This feels like a brilliant story prompt in the making

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GOAD Writer's Guild Presents: Leaving Eden for a Garden

#Chapter 1: A Life in Transition

*I need to invoke The Arrangement.*

Crowley let that sentence, with all its implications, roll through his mind as he reflexively gave the two fingered salute to the Mayfair high rise that had been his address for over a decade. A familiar woman, stylish in a red suit, returned the gesture. *Guess there’s a lot in life that never changes.*

Many thanks to @spectrallydistracted and @on1occasionfork for their brilliant efforts in making this story better.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66094702/chapters/170896600

@goodomensafterdark

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Today in the GOAD subreddit we’re celebrating @gleafer’s birthday!

And as a special treat I have written a very ridiculous one shot inspired by this very hilarious instagram post.

So as a thank you to and a very happy birthday to the Mother of Saucy Pigeons, one who feeds us sexiness, comedy, and sexy comedy. I’m pleased to present:

Couples Goals

Word count: 1193

Rating: general audience

Summary: You’re in the waiting room at the dentist when the oddest of odd couples walk in. How will you cope with their off the chart adorableness?!

Read now on AO3.

@goodomensafterdark

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Podfic for Working It Out

This fun and flirty story featuring yoga instructor Crowley and masseur Aziraphale captured my imagination immediately and I was so thrilled when @tawnyontumblr agreed to let me record it. I had such a good time playing their banter in this one and I do hope you’ll listen to what turns out is my 69th podfic. 

Rated: Explicit 

CW: None

Summary:

Crowley is the flirty yoga instructor at Garden of Eden health resort.

Aziraphale, the new masseur, doesn't trust his advances. However they'd be easier to ignore if he wasn't so hopelessly attracted to the infuriating man.

Length: 1 hour 3 minutes

Listen Here ➡️ PODFIC

Read on AO3 ➡️ ORIGINAL FIC

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First chapter up, and I'm already hooked on Aziraphale's POV of the events. 😍😍😍

And now for something completely different...

If you read my acespec fic 90 Days to Save Your Life, this is that story but from Aziraphale's POV.

Rating: Mature

Five Chapters/Complete, a new chapter posted every Thursday

Summary: Dancing at The Gilded Cage was Aziraphale’s dream job. When the lights dimmed and the music started, it was as if a switch flipped. His body reacted to the beat, and instantly he was someone else. Not a stuffy bookseller, not a stodgy tea drinker. Suddenly, he was a sexy cage dancer, and he felt that power.

Aziraphale met Crowley two weeks after he began dancing at the club. At first Crowley was just another admirer. Then it seemed possible he might become something more. But Crowley was a player who went home with a different woman every night, and Aziraphale was an asexual gay man. No matter how strong their attraction, there was no way this could work.

Unless, just maybe, it could.

Continue reading on AO3

Thanks to @brenna for the very thorough and gentle beta (sorry about those commas and the overuse of the word "just"). Thanks to my cheer readers, @on1occasionfork and @majnoonathelibrarian for holding my hand when I needed it the most.

@goodomensafterdark