#famous aziraphale

[aziraphales-library]

Hi!!! Do you have any fics where aziraphale is famous and crowley's just a "nobody"? preferably without explicit scenes, please :)) thank you so so much <3<3

Hello! We have a #famous aziraphale tag. Here are some fics in which Aziraphale is famous and Crowley is not. I could only find a couple of non-explicit fics, I'm afraid, but I'm pretty sure the smut is minimal/skippable in most of these...

First Thing In The Morning by FeralTuxedo (E)

Aziraphale Fell, erstwhile nerd, now successful fantasy author, is signing books at this year’s Heaven and Earth convention when he spots a red-headed man in the crowd. Someone he hasn’t quite been able to forget since his school days. And as luck would have it, Anthony Crowley, former troublemaker, now responsible adult, seems keen to reconnect.

Pride Month and Prejudice by TawnyOwl95 (E)

They say that you should never meet your celebrity crush. Especially when you know what an absolute bastard he is. So, of course, Anthony J. Crowley's participation in a queer adaptation of Pride and Prejudice for Pride Month has nothing to do with the involvement of A-lister A.Z. Fell. Crowley is only doing it so he has some gossip for his column. He didn't mean to get cast as Lizzy Bennet, he certainly didn't mean to be acting opposite Fell's Mr Darcy. And to make matters worse, Fell keeps staring at him...

Veni Vino Vegas (I Came, I Got Drunk, I Got Married) by A_N_D (T)

After a whirlwind drunken evening, author Az Fell came home from Rom-Con without his heirloom pinkie ring – but with a wedding license from a 24-hour Las Vegas chapel. Elsewhere, book fan Tony Crowley woke up with a hangover, vague memories, and a brand new ring he’s only seen in author photos. Mutually attracted, mutually terrified the other one thinks it was all a regrettable mistake, they turn to their dear but anonymous online friend to vent and ask for advice. …Maybe they should tell each other their screennames someday.

and now all of my garden is grown in lavender by ilikeblue (E)

Popular queer romance author, A.Z. Fell, has been lying about having a husband and a happy marriage for years. Longing to escape a string of failed relationships and looking for a fresh start, Aziraphale moves into the cottage left to him by his Great Aunt Agnes. When a TV adaptation of one of his books leads to sudden popularity and throws him into the limelight, his fans (and the press) are eager to catch a glimpse of Aziraphale's own mysterious leading man. Unfortunately, he still has to cast someone for that role. Enter the handsome gardener… Under Crowley's meticulous care the cottage's neglected garden slowly comes back to life, and Aziraphale finds himself writing the most important love story he'll ever write: his own

Once upon a time by elf_on_the_shelf (E)

‘Hello, my dear.’ Crowley bit his lip for a couple of seconds before he took a deep breath and just went with it. ‘Would you like to go for a coffee sometime?’ There was silence at the other end. Oh shit. ‘That was my friend messing around with my phone…?’ ‘You do realise that only works over text.’ ‘Myeah.’ Why was he like this? He had wanted to kill Bea for doing the same thing and yet here he was, doing the thing. At Bea’s behest, mind you. ‘I would love to go for coffee. Oh, and cake!’ Aziraphale is a very rich and successful writer. Crowley is at the worst possible moment of his life - living off Bee's couch and posting his mum's fairy tales on some random sites only to be ignored by everyone except one random person simply called A. This is a story about how both of our main protagonists get over the ghosts of their pasts, learn to work together and maybe - just maybe - fall in love in the process. Not to mention that all of the characters that we love (hate - looking at you, Gabe) make an appearance.

The Infernal Bodyguard by Santillatron (M)

Alistair Zira Fell is a popular author. Loved by everyone he meets. Well, almost everyone. Someone is trying to hurt him, and right now, he needs a bodyguard. Anthony J. Crowley is the best, although he doesn't work with celebrities. He has three rules. He never gets too close, never stays once the job is done, and Never Gets Involved. But this isn't a thriller. This, is a love story.

- Mod D

[foolishlovers]

anything can be a good omens au if you’re unhinged enough

[starmaker-astral]

Can we stop for 2 minutes and love how (one of) the first Good Omens fanfiction EVER on Ao3 is about Crowley and Aziraphale getting DRUNK and trash-talking about GOD 💀

I heard that a fanfiction from 1993 (1993!!!) exists somewhere in the dark areas of the internet.

(wdym the first person ever who wrote a aziracrow fanfiction is probably 60 now ??)

[virtualdespairr]

Gabriel and Beelzebub are the kinda cheesy fuckers who’ll mime pulling the other one on a rope at Aziraphale and Crowley’s wedding

[melonsharks]

watched decoy bride w my sweet friend some weeks ago and we did what seemed most logical:

1. made it aziracrow

2. made it yuri

[myoonmii]

You’ve heard of ineffable wives in the 60s now get ready for ineffable wives in sarees!

[professeurm]

can you draw some old man yaoi pls 👉👈

sure thing! it was hard to decide which one to do since im a sucker for old man yaoi so i decide to do the fandom I mostly terrorize on pinterest

[girbirty]

crowley as joan of arc 🤔

[bustyasianbeautiespod]

Aziraphale/Crowley // Hard Times by Paramore (Youtube)

[mx-anthony-janthony-crowley]

i need you.

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety. - William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

[aziraphales-library]

Hello there! Hoping it’s not too much trouble but I read a couple of actor fics (Crowley and Aziraphale are actors in shows/movies etc) and really loved them. Slow Show and That Gay Pirate Show, I loved them, the writing, atmosphere, setting! I was wondering if there were any recommendations? Also just some personally favorites with that kind of vibe would be happy additions to my list! Thank you very much

Hi! We have an #actors au tag that you can check, and you'll also find fics with a similar vibe on our #famous crowley and #famous aziraphale tags. Here are some more actor fics to add to the collection...

Let's spend the night together by HolRose (M)

Actor, A.J. Crowley is having a perfectly normal day when he is hailed in the street by someone he hasn’t seen for over thirty years. His reaction is initially one of dismay, but as the two old friends spend a revelatory night in each other’s company, facts come to light that will enable him to piece his fractured life back together, and old wounds will finally be healed.

An AU set in Northern Ireland during the Troubles, and London in 2018.

This is a human AU that can be read as a stand-alone story without reference to the other works in the series.

All the World's a Stage by Ineffable lawr (M)

Agnes, Nutter, an eccentric director with an almost prophetic ability to create hit theatrical shows brings together a cast of wonderfully talented and unique actors to create a new production of "A Midsummer Night's Dream." Aziraphale is a classically trained method actor, known for being a bit of a diva, and Crowley is a musical theatre actor known for being a spontaneous and bold performer with a bit of a bad reputation. The journey from audition to opening night will be a rocky one, but they might just end up finding something wonderful.

no more unhandsome by Waywarder (M)

Aziraphale and their best friend Anathema are starting their own Shakespeare Company, and Aziraphale dreams of playing Rosalind in their inaugural production of As You Like It.

But then rival actor (and admitted flash bastard) Anthony J. Crowley shows up at auditions.

Welcome to the As You Like It-inspired Good Omens Shakespeare Company AU! Thanks for being here!

To The Stars by Fyre (T)

In 1999, a television programme aired that would quickly become a cult classic. 20 years on, join the crew of the NSS Galaxy Quest as they embark on the most exciting adventure of their lives.

Galaxy Quest AU - Update schedule - every Sunday

The Only One I Still Know How to See by Furuba_Fangirl (E)

Aziraphale has been an admirer of Anthony J. Crowley for years. However, the gap between audience member and stage actor begins to thin when they are given the chance to officially meet.

All's Fair in Love, War, and Show Business by sapphose (T)

Crowley is given one last chance to save his floundering acting career when he is offered a role in a new musical adaptation of the beloved book, "The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch." Unfortunately, he'll be acting opposite Aziraphale, the ex he hasn't spoken to in over a decade and with whom he is definitely not still in love. When Crowley's past comes back to haunt him, he and Aziraphale must decide whether to repeat their actions from years prior, or to take their unexpected second chance and try again.

- Mod D

[jelimeon]

Reference pic

ineffable inktober: famous painting

Saint Sébastien et l'ange by Gustave moreau

[eybefioro]

Two words prompt: wishing well.

Fandom: Good Omens.

Have fun!

Aziraphale walked in the empty halls. His footsteps echoed loud in his ears.

At the distance – because it was unnerving how much distance there was in heaven – he could see the other angels coming to and fro. He couldn't even see their faces, or distinguish any characteristics in them, from where Aziraphale stood, they were nothing but silhouettes.

He missed Earth terribly. He missed his worn clothes, his comfortable routine. The little restaurants, the people. In a weird way he even missed the bad people, the mafia threatening his bookshop, and the rude costumers trying to buy his books. He missed music and he missed the chaotic streets, but above all, he missed Crowley.

He sighed, looking at the infinite glass panels. At the fake landscape bellow – they were only projections, he knew. Those glass panels were nothing but screens.

And he hated it.

He touched the window, and there was no warmth, no heat. Even the light coming from them was artificial and cold.

Even with all that space he felt trapped in a glass bowl. Those screens were a mimicry of freedom, simulating the complexity and creativity of humans and their world, while trapping the angels up there. Exposing what none of them could had, and that what all of them were lead to believe was undesirable.

His thoughts inevitably turned to Crowley again as he rested his forehead on the cold glass. The glass didn't smudge with the oil of his skin, didn't even fog with his breath. He sighed and closed his eyes.

He felt a tug on his chest. A twinge compelling him to open his eyes, to let himself hear; it was strange, but he followed the instinct and gave in, looking ahead again.

Tha landscape in the screen had changed. Instead of the miscellaneous buildings took off context, there was Crowley.

Aziraphale gasped, and looked around, trying to hide the scene with his wings – but there was no one to see it besides him, no one around.

To the other angels in the distance he also was naught but a silhouette.

His knees trembled, and he slid down to the floor, not understanding what he was seeing, in equal parts grateful and hurting for seeing the demon again.

There Crowley stood, just outside a tiny oasis surrounded by desert. A long forgotten place on earth, but that Aziraphale knew well, a place that once was the outerskirts of the oldest garden; the first miracle he'd ever performed. The humans had been suffering, had been parched. The sword could protect them, the fire could warm them at night, but it didn't provide respite in the vastness of the desert. Aziraphale had observed them, and had made the smallest water spring emerge, the plants had grown and had given them shadow so they could rest. The humans had thanked the guardian angel even without seeing him, even without knowing his name, and had placed rocks around the place to mark their gratitude.

It had been years since he had last visited it; Aziraphale started panicking. Crowley shouldn't be there, should never get near it. He didn't knew Crowley knew about it, but looking back now, it made sense that demon could be watching him watching the humans. It made sense that Crowley, of all the beings, would be the one to know about the singular sanctuary made for the angel Aziraphale. The only place were he could hear prayers from.

"Aziraphale."

The name made his ears ring.

"Aziraphale, do you hear me?"

He couldn’t respond, could only watch and hope, as tears cascaded down his cheeks.

"Aziraphale, here I am in your place of worship," Crowley took a step in the circle of rocks wincing, "Here I am, barefoot in this fucking sacred land," there was a mocking tone in Crowley's voice, even if the sincerity behind it was undeniable. Aziraphale wished he started hoping around instead of just standing, and that he'd leave; he could see the fumes in his feet, the way it was burning him, but he knew there was something even more dangerous in the middle of the oasis. "Before you start getting all twisted, I will not take the holy water, you idiot. I have no desire to die before I can embrace you again." Despite himself, Aziraphale chuckled between sobs, even as the panic churned in his veins. "I just wissh to talk. I will go down. I will be duke. I hate your plan. I hate to be back, and I hate that you're back up there," his voice was strained, hisses appearing, his demonic nature emerging as the pain flared from his feet, "but I trusssst you. Unfortunately I do. But I can't be an angel ever again. I will go down, and I will wait until we met again."

Crowley was looking up, but he suddenly averted his eyes, and Aziraphale knew he was crying. It took some moments, but he talked again after a sharp intake of breath, "I- Aziraphale, what I did- that wasn't how I wanted it to happen," he looked up again, and there was anger in his uncovered eyes, "But I am not ssorry for it. I do not wissh to be forgiven for anything. And if you ever try to forgive me again for loving you I swear to g- Sssomeone I will- I will never talk to you again." He was smiling wickedly, making Aziraphale laugh hearing his words back to him.

"I'm serious, though." He took some steps into the oasis, and Aziraphale’s heart tightened. Crowley's gait was too stiff, too controlled, as he tried to keep going without jumping around, and he got closer and closer to the small water spring.

"Tosssss the coin so we sssee who gets to do the dance thiss time around, eh?" And he flinged the coin in the water, and he was gone. The screen turned back to the inane projection, and Aziraphale felt a weight in his pocket.

The coin. A promise that they would see each other again. A material object in heaven, providing a weird type of confort, a materiality he craved.

He got up, trying to recompose himself, smoothing down the waistcoat that couldn't be smoothed.

Walking towards his desk, the weight in his pocket was grounding; he worried the coin, the same that had been tossed for Edinburgh, the one that he knew had a weightened side, and thanked the demon.

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[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: Old Vines

A.Z. Fell, one of the most respected names in wine and food blogging, has been sent on assignment with his assistant Warlock Dowling to spend six months in California Wine Country. Under direction (by his boss, Gabriel) to use this experience to double his blog followers and write a novel, Aziraphale is both excited and anxious about the opportunity. Anthony J. Crowley is the owner and viticulturalist of Ecdyses, a winery that unexpectedly fell into his lap eleven years ago when he hit rock bottom. He may be in debt, yeah, but he’s paying off his loans — and despite pressure from his lenders and their team of inspectors, Crowley has found a kind of contentment tending his little corner of terroir and producing extraordinary wine. Crowley’s old vines are the heart of his vineyard, and he’s never let anyone in. Crowley finds Aziraphale intriguing; Aziraphale finds Crowley enthralling. Turns out a famous wine expert and an experienced viticulturalist can still learn things from each other. The summer of 2019 unfolds.

Length: 189,706 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥

Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, Human AU, Romance

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by sevdrag (seventhe)

*Minor Spoilers* Now this is one well researched AU! This is wine blogger/winery owner human AU. As someone who knows absolutely nothing about wine (nor likes the taste sorry), I was blown away over the amount of detail in this story. The author clearly knows what they're talking about, and uses this knowledge to actually direct the plot not just as neat side info. This level of detail is a feature of this story and stands on it's own outside of the Good Omens backdrop. This story also has an excellent grasp on who Aziraphale and Crowley truly are, what makes them tick, what their insecurities and motivations are. It understands that what makes them so compatible is the way they push and surprise each other. They fall in love not just because they're surface level compatible, it's that they keep each other on their toes. This story also has a line that I booked marked for myself, describing Crowley as, "arrogant and yet somehow pleading for feedback," that's definitely Crowley to me.

Every 6 chapters we get a perspective flight tasting. It brings a small sampling of what everyone else in this story is thinking. I loved these chapters. There's only 3 of them so it never stops the plot, and doesn't take over the flow. It's just small interludes that are pleasant to read but also add a lot of context. We have Warlock, Adam and The Them, Anathema, Newt, and Gabriel as reoccurring main characters. I liked their inclusion a lot, particularly Adam and Warlock. Their plot line was very unexpected in a good way. It really takes a village to keep the winery running and they make a very believable sort of family.

Safe for public I'd say, there is sex in it but it's not very graphic and they're pretty short scenes. They are a part of the story, but not the highlight. This is something very casual to read, something where are you want romance but nothing heavy. I highly recommend the pinterest board the author put together for this. It really helped me set the stage and understand the wine stuff better. If you don't like jargon heavy AUs this isn't for you, but I personally found it fascinating. Who knows, maybe I'll give wine another shot after this!

Read it here, fic by sevdrag (seventhe)

[nnay-naee]

Song: Luna diamante by Mina and Ivano Fossati

Italian/original lyrics version