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[flywolfwriting]

Throw Me in the Deep End

Charlie was proud to say she was not afraid of the dark. It certainly impressed the other seven-year-olds in her class, and her parents always told her how proud they were that she had conquered that fear so young. That she was so brave for sleeping without a night light. 

It was even mostly true. She could sleep in her own room, and could sneak about the manor in the middle of the night without her heart in her throat, but sometimes it still quickened, and if she looked out the windows her breath caught. She was still only seven, after all, and it was a big, scary world beyond the safety of the manor walls. 

It took her time to settle into their New Orleans holiday home. She learned the creaking of the walls and the whispering of the wind, grew accustomed to the way shadows cloaked her temporary bedroom. She kept the curtains open for just that small glimmer of moonlight and buried her head under her blankets to keep from looking outside. 

She didn't say anything to her parents, though, not even when her mom woke her before sunrise to take her on an early-morning walk. They drove for ages with Charlie napping in the backseat, until her mom pulled over and told her they'd arrived. Charlie hugged close to her, but put on a brave face when Lilith led her into the bayou. She protested only a little when directed to stay put for a moment, her plea cut off with a firm, "You're mommy's brave little girl, aren't you?" 

Charlie wanted so badly to be so she nodded and did as asked. She watched her mother disappear into the darkness and waited. 

And waited.

And kept waiting. 

The song of the bayou played around Charlie and her trembling fingers clutched the hem of her shirt tightly as she tried not to imagine glowing eyes creeping closer around her, silent tears streaking her cheeks. 

Finally she could take it no more and with a sob she raced back the way they'd come. 

"Mommy!"

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Alastor loved nights like this, when the shadows clung to him like cobwebs and the crescent moon offered just enough light to avoid stepping into the alligator-infested waters. He could see the glint of their eyes watching as he dumped the duffle bag and opened it. They moved closer but didn't creep onto the small finger of land he stood on. They simply waited, and when he threw the first limb into the water they struck, the still bayou turning into churning bodies fighting for meat. 

Alastor threw the next piece, quietly humming as he watched them feed. This was almost the best part, second only to the moment blood welled under his fingers and his victim realized they were about to die. He kept the best cuts to himself, of course, but the gators seemed to appreciate his treats all the same. 

When he finished he loaded the bag with soil before tossing it in, tucked his gloves back into his pocket, and set off with a spring in his step. 

That was when he heard the sob.

Alastor froze, listening carefully. The bayou was full of strange sounds but he had learned them all, knew each creak of wood, the splash of an alligator sliding into the water, the hum of every insect. He slipped into the shadow between the trees and waited, his knife at the ready. They weren't truly deep within the bayou itself; he couldn't risk the noise of a boat. It was plausible someone had followed him. 

What came next was a greater shock: a child, a little girl, stumbling into view. 

No, they weren't deep, but dawn had yet to crack the sky and they weren't near any roads. 

Alastor resisted a sigh and tucked his knife back into its sheath against his thigh and stepped out. 

The girl let out a short scream and fled.

“Wait-” Alastor called, then took off after her. He couldn't see her anymore but he heard her footsteps, another short scream, and the expected splash as she fell into the water. 

And then a more familiar kind of splash.

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Aziraphale broke the silence. “So,” he said. “Purgatory.”

“Purgatory,” Crowley repeated numbly, turning to face his partner.

“Armageddon.”

“Armageddon,” Crowley repeated again.

There was another pregnant moment of silence before Crowley spoke. “Want to get absolutely wasted?”

Aziraphale emphatically agreed.

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Hey there Kevin enjoyers. Pspspsps, com'ere

The design for Kevin's hat comes from Soar319's fic called A lot. I also put down Flywolf33's work Hollow because its another one of my angstier favorites.

[The text above is as follows: (The bloody knuckles, the shattered mirrors, the crying ancient-burns, the littered scars, the skin-n-bones frame)

You never needed to scream, dear. Your body told me it all, before your eyes and tongue could]

[aziraphales-library]

Hello again, good person. First of all, I'd like to thank you for your help with my other ask (probably you don't remember, but are in my heart).

Anyways, I was wondering if you knew of any GO fics crossover with Supernatural (?). Preferably with only SPN, since there are a lot with Doctor Who and Sherlock in the mix (it's not that I don't like them, but I'd prefer to read something a little bit simpler).

I've read some in Spanish, but maybe you know of more.

Again, thank you for your wonderful work, you all are amazing.

Hi and you’re welcome! I’ve not read any Supernatural crossovers, but here are some popular fics that sound pretty good. I hope you enjoy them!...

The Angel Cake Challenge by almaasi (G)

There's a kooky gay couple sitting in this little beachside bistro, at the table next to Dean. Dean's biggest mistake was telling them they looked cute together. Now they've noticed Cas, and they're silently encouraging Dean to be as openly affectionate as them. Dean didn't sign up for this challenge. But now? Hell, he's in it to win it.

And the Snake Bites You in the Ass by Flywolf33 (T)

“Um, hi,” Sam said, “are you, um, Mr. A. Z. Fell?”

Dean turned away again to pick up an old tome sitting on what appeared to be a front desk.

“Yes, yes, that is me. Could you please not touch that?”

Dean jumped as he realized the second part was meant for him and quickly replaced the book, raising his hands in an apologetic gesture and returning to his brother’s side.

“Great. I’m Sam and this is my brother, Dean. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?”

Rage Against The Dying Of The Light by VeteranKlaus (T)

It just so happened to be that, on the way to find the antichrist now hiding away in America, with little time until Armageddon, Crowley and Aziraphale happened upon a trio of monster hunters intent on doing the same as them.

Not Quite The Devil You Know by Taranea (G)

Dean does not appreciate being stuck in London. Anthony J. Crowley does not appreciate being 'hunted' by two lunatics. Duke of hell Hastur is extremely annoyed that two strange mortals keep interfering with his plans to get revenge on Crowley himself, and Aziraphale disapproves mildly of the word 'assbutt'.

Apocalypse 2.0 by SilverWolfCub (T)

Dean met someone else in Hell before Castiel, a demon with a British accent that didn’t want to torture him, for once. And boy, is he glad he did, or else the apocalypse would’ve happened before they were even made aware of it. To bad someone is gunning for Apocalypse 2.0.

Misfire by VivatRex (T)

Crowley finds himself in another universe; Aziraphale goes to fetch him. In the meantime, Team Free Will has to figure out what to do with the 6,000 year old demon that won't stay in a devil's trap and keeps rooting through Dean's vinyl collection. Shenanigans ensue.

- Mod D

[10yrsyart]

So, rereading Good Omens (again) and when they're in the car leaving Warlock's birthday party, Crowley thumps the steering wheel and says "You'd be amazed at the kind of things they can do to you down there," and Aziraphale responds "I imagine they're very similar to the sort of things they can do to one up there."

So I know you have the headcanon that Hell has definitely tortured Crowley before, but what in the Hell Heaven have they done to Aziraphale up top???

personally, i don’t think they’ve done anything to /him/. Az doesn’t give off the vibes that he’s been brutally tortured in the past (and if he were, i think he would have turned out more like Zira). but i do think he’s witnessed their judgements, since he mentioned Sodom and Gomorrah as an example in that discussion with Crow.

[askaziraphaleandcrowley]

Have you guys heard "Come with Me" by Chxrlotte?

"If I'm There" by Bad Omens is super good too!

Aziraphale: Oh, more suggestions! Crowley, come and see if you’ve heard of these ones.

Crowley: Why? You always end up listening to them yourself anyway so why does my knowledge of them matter?

Aziraphale: Because I like to compare my opinion with yours! And if you haven’t heard these before, I want to experience them with you for the first time. That’s always my favourite part of these recommendations.

Crowley: … Well let’s just skip straight to listening to them then.

Aziraphale: So have you heard them before?

Crowley: It doesn’t matter. Let’s just listen.

[brightwanderer]

OKAY APPARENTLY I HAVE PTSD BECAUSE IM READING A VERY CUTE FIC AND CROWLEY IS SNUGGLED UP IN BED WITH AZIRAPHALE, TRYING TO PLACE THE SCENT OF HIS SHAMPOO, AND IT SAID

"rosemary.

For remembrance."

AND I HAD TO STOP AND TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND MAKE THE SADS GO AWAY AND NOW I WANT RO REREAD PRAY FOR US, ICARUS

SO THANK YOU VERY MUCH

I would apologise but really I think this is fundamentally Will Shakespeare's fault for making Hamlet so quotable and I can take no further responsibility

[flywolf33]

Check out my profile on Wattpad, I'm Flywolf. https://www.wattpad.com/Flywolf33?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_profile My parents like to tell this story about my second grade parents' night, where the class set out the little stories we'd written and illustrated and the parents got to wander through and read them. All of the kids had one, maybe two little books on their desk, and then they got to mine and there wa...

[speremint]

When you're titling the lm animatic "the confrontation", do you mean you're using the song of same title from Jekyll and Hyde? If so, awesome! It's one of my favorite songs (kinda describes what's going on in my head) and I think it fits javert and jvj so well!

Nah, I mean the actual The Confrontation from Les Mis

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[zaxal]

You didn't update Lambs to the Slaughter this week; everything alright? Hope things are going well for you!

ah i’m sorry i didn’t make it more visible, but i posted a day or two ahead of time that i couldn’t update last week. my partner is visiting me for a week from out of town and it’s v hard to write when at least one of my hands is being held captive most of the time.

thanks for checking up tho!! it’s looking, hopefully, like i’ll be able to update this week.

[aziraphales-library]

Hi folks! Your blog means so much to me <3 it literally brightens tough days, so thank you! I was wondering, do you know any fics (or pairs of fics) which would present Crowley’s and Aziraphale’s perspectives on the exact same events? It’s a common trope in other fandoms to alternate POVs every chapter or to write the same fic twice, only with swapped POVs, and I usually love it, but haven’t come across anything like that for ineffables. Any genre, any rating, but preferably some light angst and fluff.

Hello! I know of a couple like this. Two pairs of fics which tell the same story from each point of view, and one story that tells each chapter twice while alternating point of view...

Recompense by Flywolf33 (M)

At first, he didn’t realize anything was wrong. They’d had a row, which wasn’t entirely unusual, and Crowley had stormed off with a few harsh words he didn’t mean flung over his shoulder. Aziraphale had flung a few of his own untruths, though he always knew they hurt the demon far more than either of them would admit.

To his everlasting shame, Aziraphale didn’t start looking for another two years.

By that time, the trail had gone cold and he couldn’t sense Crowley’s aura anywhere.

In which Hell gets hold of Crowley and Aziraphale has to try to put Humpty Dumpty back together again - if Crowley will let him.

This has nothing to do with my other GO stuff at all. This has been bouncing around in my head and I finally got it on paper.

Torment by Flywolf33 (M)

The entire day had felt like a dream; a nightmare that served to fulfill all his fears of Heaven’s treatment of Aziraphale. He’d been trying to get him to see for centuries and even now he wouldn’t understand the truth of it.

But that part had ended splendidly, and all was well. Hell hadn’t thrown him – or Aziraphale as him – into the pit and they both escaped relatively unscathed.

He supposed later that it must have been the relief, the sudden lack of pressure and the ability to just be that was so abrupt they were dizzy. They’d gotten outrageously drunk and somehow ended up tumbling into bed together. In his euphoria Crowley kissed his angel and his angel kissed him back and the next thing he knew they were naked and the nightmare was gone from his mind-

Then morning arrived and reality came crashing down.

Events of Recompense from Crowley's point of view

Pretend For Me by LollipopCop (E)

Crowley was still as stone beside him. His ears were cherry-red. “So...if we pretend we’re in a relationship, we’ll be safe.”

“I believe so.”

“And that would, that would involve, what?” he spoke hesitantly, softly. “Holding your hand, telling you that you mean a lot to me, kissing you for them to see?”

Two great hands were constricting Aziraphale’s lungs. He fought back an undignified wheeze. “Yes, I think so.”

“I can do that,” he croaked. ~ In a panic, Aziraphale tells the archangels he survived hellfire due to his soul mixing with Crowley's because they're in a romantic and sexual relationship. They want him to prove it. Cue a fake relationship.

In Plain Sight by LollipopCop (T)

Right, so. The love of his life asked to be in a fake relationship with him. How was Crowley not supposed to lose his mind over that? How was he supposed to hide how he melted like an ice cream cone in the sun when Aziraphale held his hand?

Companion piece to Pretend For Me, from Crowley's POV.

You're My Best Friend by Mimsynims (E)

Aziraphale and Crowley had been neighbours for six years - and best friends for even longer than that. To Aziraphale's distress, that was about to change:

“I’m leaving."

Aziraphale looked up from his position on his couch at his friend, Crowley. His best friend as it was. They had known each other for what felt like forever, but in reality since they met at the university 15 years ago. Crowley was now standing in the door frame between the hallway and the living room, grey hoodie on.

“Yes, I can see that. See you tomorrow.”

“No- I mean yes, that too.” Crowley looked down at his feet and took a deep breath. “That’s not what I meant.” He raised his head again. “I’m leaving London.”

Aziraphale almost dropped the book he was reading. For a few seconds it was like the whole world came crashing down around him, like his life would never be the same again.

“Why?” was all he could manage to press out.

Crowley looked closed off.

“I’ve got a new job, thought it was time to move on.”

- Mod D

[10yrsyart]

So I once read a post about how since Heaven and He'll are in the same office building kinda, was Falling just getting chucked down the elevator shaft, and does that mean Crowley just took the stairs, and this reminded me of that but this was also TEN TIMES BETTER xD I'm CRYING. I'm CACKLING so hard the dog jumped on the bed to make sure I'm okay. Thank you for fueling this night of mania. I can't wait to shove it down Fiance's throat 😂😂

i think that was Neil’s canon about Heaven/Hell, but i never much pictured it like that XD but always happy to spread some wheezing joy, Flywolf~

thankyou all for enjoying! also i’m glad we’re all in agreement that, while his narrative is a little off and definitely not accurate, it still manages to sound just like something he’d do X’D 

[askaziraphaleandcrowley]

Okay so I'm high low key obsessed with this blog so my husband has to hear me natter on about it while we're driving (we're on a road trip, USA, lots of hours) and he's been harassing me to send this in once we have service again. So: Crowley, he says the next time you need to see the inside of a church for whatever reason, you should use a drone and attach a hand radio or something so you can shout at people with it.

Totally do not use this for pranking purposes, serious inquiries only

Crowley: You really overestimate how often I need to shout at people in a church.

Aziraphale: I can’t imagine your particular business takes you very close to many churches. I do believe I’ve only seen you inside one that single time and that was of course very extenuating circumstances.

Crowley: They don’t exactly ‘agree’ with me. It’s not just the burning feet, I always feel a bit sick when I go near one. I imagine sending a drone in would cause the same consequence there but I guess it would work in an emergency. Not quite as dramatic as almost literally walking over hot coals though, is it?

[flywolf33]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Anathema Device Additional Tags: Illness, Severe coughing, Hurt/Comfort, nursing back to health, Very sick, fever haze, some vomiting, Care, WHUMP!Crowley, Whump, Love Confessions, ineffable husbands, caring Aziraphale, Anxiety, sick crowley Summary:

Parting ways with Heaven and Hell has its perks, but it also has its consequences, and even though their former bosses might not have executed them as planned, their decision to head off on their own side might be the death of them yet.

TW for severe illness

This is NOT related to any of my other GO works.

I tried to make this light and fluffy and a cute care fic, but then in the third paragraph everything went to Hell because I'm apparently incapable of writing something soft.

[speremint]

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT. /YOU/ WRITE BRIMSTONE AND ROSES?!?! That's so cool! I just recently discovered it and I LOVE it and then I saw your handle at the bottom and my mind BLEW. You're AWESOME! I can't believe I found you on two separate sites completely independently of each other and for things completely unrelated... (I found your Reverse Omens) So cool!

Yes, I do! I write/draw/created BnR~ I’m really happy to know you’re enjoying it, and I always cackle when people make the connection!!

[flywolfwriting]

Just Pretend - Prolog

“I could always rely on you and you could always rely on me.”

Crowley stared into the crowded pub, seeing nothing. He’d spent most of the day replaying the night, like running his finger over a blade just to see if it was still sharp. It cut every time, just how quickly everything had gone to shit.

The dance plan had gone so well; Nina and Maggie had realized they would work together, even if there may or may not be some delays to that development. Crowley had even felt like there might be something there with Aziraphale, like perhaps the angel was ready to move forward finally. Something Crowley hadn’t fully realized he wanted until Nina made the comment.

It wasn’t the first time someone had assumed he and Aziraphale were partners, and they’d always shut it down because they couldn’t be, not without risking total destruction. But things were different now. Now they could be them. The four years since Armageddon didn’t happen had been so promising. They didn’t have to hide. Sure, he lied to Shax about talking to Aziraphale, but that was because she was - obviously - a demon, and therefore unhinged.

As was proven last night.

Crowley wished Beelzebub had just told him why they wanted Gabriel in the first place. He probably wouldn’t have believed them, but maybe it would have made a difference. Maybe they could have avoided all of this… except for the Book of Life thing.

If only Gabriel hadn’t gotten off the elevator. He should have walked into Hell completely naked with a box, not Aziraphale’s book shop.

Satan but even thinking his name hurt.

Crowley threw back the rest of his drink. He’d chosen a cheap whiskey; he couldn’t bring himself to do what he was doing to anything worth drinking - and that was getting absolutely sloshed.

The bartender made last call, and Crowley slapped his glass back onto the table with a sour look. All day and all  night he’d been here, watching the door, hoping to see Aziraphale come through it with an apology on his lips, and Crowley would have forgiven him.

He shouldn’t have been surprised to be disappointed. Aziraphale always came back, but this time felt different. It felt more permanent.

Crowley stood and made his wobbly way from the pub, dropping heavily into his car.

“Take me somewhere far away from here,” he said, and the Bentley listened.

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