#go fic recs

[onlylurkingreadingstuff]

It comes simply from the Greek name for the place, har Megiddo, har meaning hill.

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For @racketghost

The Book of Ruth/Strange Moons

By @onlylurkingreadingstuff

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Five Fics Friday: May 31/24

Happy Friday, everyone! Check out these fics to finish off May!! Hope you enjoy!

RECENT MFLs

The Tragedy Of Us by LipstickDaddy (G, 3,898 w., 2 Ch. || Post TLD, Angst, Romance, Tragedy, Hurt / Comfort, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Miscommunication, Requited Unrequited Love, Ambiguous / Open Ending) – John reflects on his relationship with Sherlock while the man is convalescing in hospital— twice.

Shave and a Haircut by AtlinMerrick (E, 9,343 w., 4 Ch. || Oral Sex, Hand Job, Teasing) – "Sherlock, let me shave you..." (What happens next involves a straight razor, 20 questions, and some very creative foreplay.)

London is Strange by KtwoNtwo (T, 40,925 w., 14 Ch. || MCU Fusion || Sorcerer John, Multiverse) – John Watson: Practitioner of the Mystic Arts and Master of the London Sanctum. (Otherwise known as what happens when you toss the MCU and Sherlock into a blender pulsing just enough to blend the two but not enough to make them unrecognizable, adding a pinch of Earth 616, a generous scoop of concept from another fanfiction, and a dash of mythology. Serve immediately garnished with the Time Stone.)

INEFFABLE HUSBANDS MFL

New Messages by TawnyOwl95 (E, 43,888+ w. 16/20 Ch. || WiP || Human AU || Social Media, Single Parent Aziraphale, Single Parent Crowley, Artist Crowley, Writer Aziraphale, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Phone Sex, Sexting, Eventual Romance, First Kiss, Touch Starvation, Pining, Longing) – Aziraphale writes fanfiction for the show Nice and Accurate Prophecies. Crowley draws fanart. It's going to be the collab of their lives.

RECENTLY BOOKMARKED LOKIUS FIC

all to myself by markofalover (G, 1,577 w., 1 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Lokius, S02E03 Rewrite, Fake Relationship, Undercover as a Couple, Pining, Flirting) – “Oh, come on, Mobius,” Loki says, finally looking over, and oh, okay, they’re really close. “Have some fun.” “This is fun to you?”

[snarky-synesthete]

A "Season Three" Fic to Heal the Soul

I know I've posted this fic before, since I wrote it last summer. I had a conversation with someone yesterday who was feeling sort of hopeless about the third (and final) season of Good Omens. I sent him my fic and got a message from him this morning. He'd stayed up reading it all night. I hassled him about it: "It's almost as long as the Good Omens novel! You have work today, you idiot! This is an April Fool's prank, right?"

It wasn't. He said that no matter what happened in S3, he'd be able to at least think of this fic's ending as the "comfort food" he wanted...the South Downs ending, not as a "happily ever after" but as a real conclusion: complicated, warm, and human (or at least, as human as two immortal beings can get).

He said he'd wanted to read it back when I wrote it, but he just couldn't get past the word count...but he told me today that if he'd known where it was going, he would have been more likely to start the journey. So under the read-more, I've put the section he suggested. It's not the whole epilogue - just a snippet - but he said this was the part he needed to read to settle his ambiguous anxieties about S3...

(you can read the whole thing here:)

So again – it wasn’t perfect.

Crowley had to teach himself how to want things, rather than just avoid the things he didn’t want. Aziraphale had to teach himself that his opinion wasn’t necessarily the correct opinion simply because it was his own. They were both still learning to de-code their interactions with each other. It was a challenge, after so long, with such high stakes. Still, they were learning. The lads helped. Nina and Maggie helped.

They helped each other, mostly.

The cottage sometimes sat quiet for weeks at a time. Crowley would occasionally let loose the incorporeal infernal core of himself out into the universe, slithering out among the stars he’d once helped to build (after carefully depositing his corporeal form safely in the spare bedroom…it made Aziraphale deeply uncomfortable to leave it just lying empty in their own bed). Aziraphale often lent a hand in Heaven (and, on occasion, Hell). He also spent a great deal of time in London dealing with all his business in and around Whickber Street, accepting with a begrudging respect the records that Maggie foisted off on him as he learned to become comfortable with change. (The ZZ Ward vinyls had become his favorite…Crowley had developed an almost Pavlovian response to them, in fact, as her music seemed to trigger something demanding in Aziraphale. Crowley had learned to hydrate, when the angel put on a ZZ Ward album.)

Still, they would both return. The cottage would light up again, full of music and laughter and all the other sounds of life on Earth. Aziraphale would discover new and exciting endearments for Crowley, just to watch him sputter. (Sunflower was still Aziraphale’s favorite, closely followed by honeybee. Sunflower himself refused to comment on the matter.) Crowley would put too much honey in Aziraphale’s tea just to taste it in his kisses later. Aziraphale would pick bouquets of wildflowers just to see Crowley’s sunflower-golden eyes light up, even as he complained of his bees being doomed to starvation, if you keep this up, angel, honestly.

Aziraphale never did get his favorite old waistcoat and jacket back from the park, after he had so carefully taken them off to avoid ruining them as he fought to Crowley’s rescue. The clothes were long gone by the time he was finally able to get back to retrieve them. Crowley, the darling, had searched online for them at antique clothing auctions and had scoured all the thrift shops for miles, but with no luck. Aziraphale had kissed him and thanked him for the trouble, but told him to give up the search.

After all, nothing lasts forever.

No thing lasts forever.

Luckily, love is not a thing at all.

Love is an action verb.

[rainbowpopeworld]

“Promise you won't laugh,” [Aziraphale] said, rolling up his sleeves.

“Absolutely not,” said Crowley without hesitation, all his attention fixed on the slow reveal Aziraphale's forearms.

“If you're going to laugh, I won't tell you.” Aziraphale lay back down and made himself comfortable. “That's better,” he said.

“I'll say. I promise I won't laugh if it's not funny, how about that?”

“That,” said Aziraphale, “means less than nothing.”

“It does not! When I have ever laughed at something you didn't find funny? Maybe not at first, but you always come round eventually,” he added, dropping a kiss to the tip of Aziraphale's nose. “Go on,” he coaxed. “I know you want to.”

Apples Are Not the Only Fruit by @indieninja92 is so sweet and fluffy and has such good banter. Check out all their other fanfics too! 💖💕🌈

[jelly-of-many-ships]

does anyone have fic recs of aziracrow on the roof like in the s2 intro? I cant find any and i’m not sure what ao3 tags to search for

[hakunahistata]

Taking another long, shaky breath, Fell tilted his face up again. “I am not suffering now, Lord. I am… I am happy."

To celebrate the penultimate chapter of the incredible fic For Loving One, @voluptatiscausa and I are sharing a collaborative playlist we made for the one and only @thescholarlystrumpet!

If you have not stepped onto the path this fic takes you on, I beg you to. For Loving One is a beautiful story that follows Father Fell, a priest who lives a quiet life in a small parish, as he meets Crowley, a man who turns his life on its head. Set in the 1940s, Strumpet has written such a rich story that is so touching, tender, and yes, incendiary 🔥

Start reading from the very beginning here or catch up on the latest chapter here!

Strumpet, Vol and I may not be artists but we do have some pretty stellar taste in music if I do say so myself! We humbly offer songs that remind us of the poignant story you've told. Thank you for peeling back the curtain and letting all of us become voyeurs to Father Fell and Crowley 🍎⛪

[shades-o-grey]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Ineffable Idiots (Good Omens), Missing Scene, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Canon Compliant, Pre-Canon, Drinking & Talking, Drunken Shenanigans, Drunk Crowley (Good Omens), Drunk Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale and Crowley Through The Ages (Good Omens), Aziraphale and Crowley Share a Brain Cell (Good Omens), Aziraphale and Crowley in Love (Good Omens), I Was Wrong Dance (Good Omens), Originally Posted on Tumblr, Soft Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Likes Animals (Good Omens), Prankster Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley is a Little Shit (Good Omens), Aziraphale is "just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing" (Good Omens), Aziraphale is So Done with Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale is "gayer than a treeful of monkeys on nitrous oxide" (Good Omens), Aziraphale is so camp (Good Omens), My First Work in This Fandom, Neil Gaiman References, Attempt at Humor, I'm Bad At Tagging, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping Summary:

The ritual began, as most regrets do, with an astonishing amount of alcohol, some farcical bickering- And a bet.

Honestly, Aziraphale should have known better than to enter a wager with a demon. He should have known better than to keep imbibing with one too. But they were both far too deep in the cups by that point for the matter to even be considered. That and the temptation of proving Crowley wrong for once was just too, well... Tempting.

Not that an Angel can actually be tempted, obviously. Aziraphale's involvement in the wager was purely for altruistic and perfectly righteous reasons. It would be an added feather to his wing. A chalk up for the side of the Angels, an act of thwarting the whiles of the wicked! That sort of thing, you understand. It was practically his job.

Now, the only trouble was... What exactly did Aziraphale want Crowley to do once he won?

^^(THIS IS A RE-PUBLISHED EDITED VERSION OF MY PREVIOUS WORK)^^ The previous Version, which I was unhappy with, will be taken down post-publication of this revised work to avoid confusion

[calico-eden]

Long shot, but I'm looking for some Good Omens fic recs!

Can anybody recommend me any fics that continue off from season 2's ending (either directly or with a time-skip)? Either ongoing or completed is good for me!! I like longer fics but I read shorter ones too.

Preferably with no smut/explicit scenes as it's not really my thing :D

Thank you in advance if anyone has anything they'd like to recommend to me!!

[inafever]

Thinking of the kiss and rereading bits of @obsessivelollipoplalala's pretend for me and weeping, cause now it hits harder.

[darjeelinh]

taxi driver | rating: G | 4k, completed

After being a taxi driver for nearly forty years, there was not much Frank hadn’t seen. Tonight was probably not even the strangest night he had, but it was definitely up there.

— or: a taxi driver picked up an odd passenger who was in the mood for some self-destructive habits, and offered them the only thing he had in abundance — kindness.

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a short and lighthearted outsider pov fic post-season 2 for a bit of comfort ❤️ writing this healed me a lil bit so i hope it brought a bit of good humour for you too 🥹

thank u @starklystar as always for beta reading ❤️ and for the incredible post about crowley as virtues that i haven't been able to stop thinking about asjkdsjdfk

[onlylurkingreadingstuff]

I saw a recent reblog you did where you listed some fic recs and then tagged with your fic preferences, which are pretty much my own, favoring canon compliance fics where they're angel/demon (though I have read some 'temporarily human' AUs I've liked). Do you have a collected rec list? Or any more recs you might toss out? Thanks so much!

Oh gosh yes.

I’m going to assume you have already explored the other fics bu the authors in the first rec post I made- everything by @redfacesmiley, @books-and-omens , @racketghost , and Drawlight/ripeteeth is a stunner. Also dig through equestrianstatue and @darcylindbergh for real gems.

When I’m reading I find a fic I like, dig through all the author’s other fics, then look at the author’s bookmarks because I figure if they wrote something I like that much, they saved things I’ll like too.

Fell free to dig through my AO3 bookmarks- they are completely unorganized and I bookmark things I want to read later or think I might want to read again, basicly anything I might want to find again- so I haven’t even read all of them. BUT! Here are some more of THOSE FICS for me:

It's Funny Because Nobody Ever Says “Burkina Faso” by indieninja92

TIME LOOP TIME LOOP TIME LOOP!!!!

So funny omg. Azi is just DONE and I am here for it. It’s a locked fic to AO3 accounts so I’m not sure if the link will work-

What I shed for You by @darcylindbergh

This fic- this freakin fic!! I did not think I would ever go for a fic that was NOT azicrow but oh my god this one is so good.

But You My Dear Are An Ocean by megzseatle

After nursing his broken heart, Crowley moves on. He gets a cottage and relocates to South Downs to start over, and finds himself beloved in a small town where the people take him under their (proverbial) wing. His new friends are in no mood for charity when his ex shows back up- while Crowley might be able to forgive Az, the townspeople have a harder time with the bastard that broke dear Anthony’s heart.

If I’ve had a bad day and need to cheer up, I read this book! Omens sweet story.

…And if I’m in an emotionally stable place I will read this angsty heartbreaker. So beautiful, just so good.

Idiot/ Guts (and a load of Warbirgon’s Farmhouse White) / Ellipsis by @theyellowestmustard

A little slice of perfect right here.

I also love outsider POV criptids of soho stories- here are two good ones, one set in a coffee shop and one in a bakery.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph! 💕

Any chance you’d want to pick the first fic I read for the Good Omens fandom??

I'm usually in Johnlock hell but I figured I'd give Good Omens a go. I’m really glad I did, bc these dorks are adorable 😭 Aziraphale’s little giggly SMILES hhhhh kill me

Any fic rating is fine, preferably aziracow (is that the ship name?) slash, preferably a pre-season 2 fic (simply bc I haven't watched season 2 yet. I've seen all the spoilers already tho…)

Anyway, thanks Steph! Ilysm 💕

- @sherlockwatsons / @aziraphales-duck (heh, my shiny new GO blog)

PS- I wasn’t sure if your good omens blog was a fic rec blog so I asked the question here… but I can *not* ask here (or anywhere) in the future if you don’t rec good omens stuff normally 🫂

Hi Lovely!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHH I'd be HONOURED to suggest a few fics for you to start in the GO fandom!! First off, I do have a few lists you can check out, all done with fics written pre-S2:

Good Omens / Ineffable Husbands

Good Omens MFL Recs

Sherlock x  Good Omens Crossovers (Updated Apr 2023)

Secondly, here are five of my fave GO fics so far, and are great starts into reading GO fics!

The Picnic; or, the Drawbacks of Loving an Angel by sorrowfulcheese (G, 3,776 w., 1 Ch. || Post-Apocalypse/Canon, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Misunderstandings, Moving On, Picnicking, Idiots in Love, Crowley POV, Cranky Crowley, Mutual Pining, Light Angst with Happy Ending) – Aziraphale lures Crowley out for a picnic. It doesn't go remarkably well. 

Your Reward Ye Shall Have by sussexbound (T, 3,146 w., 1 Ch. || Angelic Love, Wings, Emotional Intimacy, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pining Crowley, Soft Crowley, Emotional Connection, Emotional Porn, Groping, Bums, POV Aziraphale) – It is not the first time Aziraphale has considered giving in. Crowley mumbles something in his sleep, unfurls his long limbs for a moment, before tucking them back in, curling tight, arms wrapped around his knees. He shudders and then settles again with a sigh, and Aziraphale loves him.

toss you for edinburgh (and other promises) by leaveanote (E, 10,611 w., 1 Ch || Aziraphale POV, Passage of Time, Slow Burn, Heavy Mutual Pining, Porn With Feelings, Romance, Anal, Rimming, Angst with Happy Ending, Pet Names, The Arrangement, Love Confessions, Passionate Love Making, Friends With Benefits But it Hurts, Inside Jokes, Proposal) – Crowley hadn't meant anything by it, Aziraphale knows that (it's very obvious when he's actually flirting). But he still can't stop thinking about it. They have been together twice before, and each time, Aziraphale swore it could not happen again. This time, he tells himself, as he seeks Crowley out after Hamlet, it will be enough. It has to be.

A Brief History of Touch by chamyl (E, 11,849 w., 1 Ch. || Moments in Time, First Kiss/Time, Heavy Mutual Pining, Romance, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Masturbation, Almost Kiss, Touch-Starved Crowley, Angst With Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Blow Jobs, Emotional Love Making, Friends to Lovers, Body Worship, Promise of Forever With a Ring) – Six thousand years of pining, stolen glances, almost-touches, plummeting towards the inevitable end.

The Nice and Accurate Love Story of A. J. Crowley and A. Z. Fell by SealandRocks (E, 16,353 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Crowley, Implied Mutual Pining, Emotional Love Making, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV Crowley, Jealous Crowley, Crowley’s Plants, Kissing as Healing, Moments in Time, The Arrangement, Love Confessions, Bottom Crowley, Gentle Aziraphale, Slow Burn, Falling in Love, Crowley is Bad at Feelings, First Kiss/Time, Anal Sex / Fingering, Wings / Wing Kink, Porn With Plot, Praise Kink, Kissing in the Rain, Symbolism, Historical References) – Crowley and Aziraphale have been dancing around each other since the beginning. From Eden to London, it eventually becomes very hard to avoid the only other immortal around. And after so many centuries, having a physically body becomes a bit uncomfortable. Crowley is left to wonder what it is about Aziraphale that helps ease the ache in his soul. It would only take him 6000 years to figure out that it was rooted in something deeper all along. Part 1 of Love Stories for the Oblivious

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Secondly, I think the ship name is Aziracrow, A/C, or the Ineffable Husbands :) I'm SO happy you loved Good Omens, I love it SO much!!! I haven't read any post S2 fics yet, but might check them out soon! :)

And finally, you can ask me anything on either blog! :D Asks like this get crossposted to either-or blog since I've bigger audience here, but a separate GO blog for my Lovelies who still like me but don't want the Sherlock or multifandom content, hahah!

Hope you enjoy these, and if you guys have some fave fics for GO that are great for beginners, please add them here!! <3

[snarky-synesthete]

Snippet from "Deadly Sins and Cardinal Virtues"

Have a snippet from our new fic (written by myself, @corancoranthemagicalman and @cryptic-queer-cryptid)

Featuring Furfur's obsessive stalking of Crowley, misunderstandings that run as deep as the Pit, POV-switches that will cheerfully give you whiplash, and lots of introspective character-study stuff for Furfur. This section takes place after Furfur has decided to spy on Aziraphale and Crowley in their South Downs cottage.

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Furfur wasn’t a stag the entire time, obviously. He even went into the little village nearby on occasion, dressed in his cleanest and most unassuming clothes, smiling at passers-by and trying out the two competing coffee shops. It unsettled him, frankly, how seamlessly people seemed to just accept him into their day. Granted, they had an angel and a demon living just up the road beside a sunflower field. Still, you’d think that the creeping sense of unease that Furfur specialized in would have at least given people some shivers. But no. They smiled back, for fuck’s sake. 

Who even did that, these days?

It was…odd. Furfur even felt odd. Clearer, somehow. He tried to remember the last time he’d spent more than a few measly hours out in the forest over the past few thousand years. Used to be so different, in those early days, he thought to himself. He was sitting outside a cafe, nursing a coffee - something sweet and spicy that he couldn’t remember the name of...he’d never been one to enjoy human food before, but recently he’d been craving anything dark and sweet. Chocolate, spiced coffee, black tea with honey, whipped cream and cinnamon… 

He shook his head, trying to re-catch his train of thought. Different, it was, sure. Hell was new, still…and we demons were new. We didn’t know what we were supposed to be - just that we’d somehow been tied to the Earth in a way the angels weren’t. We’d fought the filthy fight and then…after the Fall, after the change…it was like we could ramble over the Earth as we liked, for a while. Furfur’s face darkened as he remembered the days before the Ark. The days of Nephilim. While some of the other demons may have discovered the sins of the flesh before him, Furfur’d been the first demon to figure out how to plant his seed so it would actually grow, grow into something new. Not that anyone remembers that now, he thought bitterly. The one thing I ever did first, the one thing I was proud of, and no one even remembers it was me as did it. Furfur had been so fuckin proud of them, his babies, toddling on too-long legs, fawn-like. Other demons discovered the trick to it later, of course, but Furfur had been the first demonic sire. 

The Nephilim grew at an alarming rate: taller than their mothers, certainly taller than Furfur. Strong, they were, my kids, he thought, pride still zinging through him even after thousands of years. I helped make them strong. I planted that seed and gave it strength to grow healthy. Something about their prodigious size and strength had always tickled his pride, but there was something else there, too: something that tickled at his awareness, something like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch. Something about how the Nephilim were stronger than their human cousins, but kinder and more clever than their demonic sires. Something about being greater than the sum of their parts. Too bad we never had a chance to find out what they could really do, Furfur thought glumly, finishing off his coffee. He popped the lid off the cup and licked the spiced whipped cream from the underside. Too bad we never knew what they could grow into. 

For a moment he wondered, and then wondered why it had never occurred to him before: Would they have been the same if I’d been the one carrying, with a human sire? I’ve changed up me bits a time or two…wonder why I never thought of that, back then…dunno…

Furfur did know that the rules had started getting stricter, after the Ark…started feeling more like they were just an outpost of the old Heavenly order, if any demons were prepared to be honest with themselves. (They weren’t, of course. Honesty, being a Virtue, wasn’t really any demon’s strong suit.) They were allowed less and less time up in the clean air of Earth; more and more of their time and energy was demanded in the Pit, in the Circles, in the Offices, in the Court. 

“Not all of us, right,” Furfur grumbled out loud as he tossed his empty coffee cup into the garbage bin, walking back to the village footpath. “Not all of us forgot what the free air tasted like.” He stopped suddenly, looking over his shoulder in wonder. 

He stared at the bin. 

The garbage bin, into which he, Furfur, demonic force and minion of Satan, had just obligingly tossed a bit of trash into. Mindlessly. Like he cared about the place. Keeping it tidy. 

Like a good fucking citizen. 

Feeling like the fresh air might be getting to his head, Furfur bolted.

[jazzythursday]

In the aftermath of season 2, I thought I’d compile a small masterlist of all the Good Omens fics I posted last year, in case anyone needs some post season one inneffable husbands to cheer them up.

If you want a feel good fic and lots of kissing, this is the one. Crowley falls asleep in the backroom of the bookshop, and Aziraphale basically stumbles his way through a confession that takes them both by surprise. It’s funny and sweet and I think one of my favorites I’ve written.

Excerpt:

“You— but that’s—“ he pauses, then his face morphs into one of pure smugness, “Ha. Best friend?”

“You said it first,” Aziraphale says defensively. “Only fair that I return the sentiment.”

“And the”— Crowley swallows, all smugness dropping away— “love. Love thing. Thingy. Guh. What about that?”

A post dinner-at-the-Ritz first kiss in which they go back to the bookshop for a nightcap. There is toasting to stars and Aziraphale makes a lot of Shakespeare references.

Excerpt:

Crowley is swirling the wine in his glass and lazily reclining on the sofa. His glasses are off. Aziraphale doesn’t remember when that happened but the light reflecting in them from the glass is particularly distracting. The wine has stained Crowley’s lips with a hint of red and it reminds him of when he used to wear lipstick, a bit, and how the night they’d gone to see Macmillan’s Romeo and Juliet Crowley had matched the tint of it with his shoes, and he’s about to brush the thought away when he just— stops. Stops talking. Possibly, he stops breathing all together, though at the moment he really can’t be bothered to check.

This one is pre body swap. It’s the morning after the world didn’t end, and Crowley comforts an anxious Aziraphale as they discuss their plans for dealing with their respective offices. Not quite a confession fic, but very close.

Excerpt:

“How long have we been friends?” He asked quietly. And though he was mostly certain, didn’t leave any room for an answer. “Six thousand years. Would I lie to you?”

“No,” said Aziraphale, and the immediacy of the words sparked warm in Crowley’s chest. Sat there like embers in a wane flame. “No, I don’t believe you would.”

A slightly angsty Crowley study on his feelings about home and the stars. This one feels fresh to me, especially after the first scene in season 2. Crowley has a nightmare, and Aziraphale is there to catch him when he falls. It’s poetic, and if you like the tropes of Crowley not being over the bookshop fire, Aziraphale trying sleep, and Aziraphale wrapping his wings around Crowley for comfort, you’ll like this.

Excerpt:

He’d been a terrible angel, but in the stars— Someone— in the stars he’d been perfect. He’d loved and been loved and sometimes when he looked up, not towards Her but to those small, glowing reminders, he thought that maybe, just maybe, the space inside where that spark had existed and blazed and fizzled into hurt wasn’t so dead after all.

When Crowley had tried to run away from everything except for his heart, he’d thought no further for escape than to look up.

The stars could have been his home, then, if for no other virtue than that Aziraphale were there with him.

My first fic in this fandom. It’s a Night At Crowley’s Flat fic, with an epilogue that takes place after the Ritz, and has all my personal favorite tropes combined into one. It’s very soft (with a healthy amount of angst and hurt/comfort). It’s a full love confession + kiss, so resolved romantic tension and the rest. It’s something I’m still really proud of, and that I’ll probably be rereading again after this.

Excerpt:

He’d imagined Crowley in every style and dress and decade, long ringlets and ridiculous mop-tops, soft-lipped and warm and teeming with more kindness than he’d ever seen from anyone Upstairs. He’d imagined them after a walk through Saint James’s, in the Bentley after a lift back to the bookshop, at the end of a long night of drinks on tartan couches and too much wine. Of gentle caresses and a place to put all the love that’s been itching to get out long before a church and a parcel of books. Of being taken in Crowley’s arms as he broke down the last of Aziraphale’s walls that have been slowly crumbling since he first slithered up to stand beside him.

Crowley’s hair is shorter now, but Aziraphale still brings his hand up and brushes his fingers through the edges, rests it against the back of his neck where it prickles to bring him closer.

(Apologies in advance for any typos and errors left in these. After a year I don’t think I have it in me to go back and fix them and leave with my sanity still in tact.)

[hyperfixating-rn-brb]

@mia-ugly i just finished your fic Slow Show. and holy shit. who gave you the permission to have this much control over my emotions. read it start to finish without moving once; i have laughed and cried and squealed, you are so immensely talented and your writing is so gorgeous. Thank you for putting your work into the world. ❤

link for anyone who hasn't read this masterpiece:

[noblogname765]

Fic rec: What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding) by @charlottemadison42 (E, human AU)

Funny thing to say - even though I’m in Good Omens fandom, the greatest influence on my mindset and life were not the original book or tv show, but the fan fiction based on the original story. It’s incredible how many talented writers in this fandom.

This work was in my ‘to read’ list for a while - I was intimidated by its 200k words length, but once I got through first couple of chapters I just lost myself in it. I’m still reading it but already can recommend to read if you haven’t already.

What’s in there for me - the importance of truthful communication between partners, and between caring adult and their kid. Talk to one another about things that matter and things that you want in your life! Even if it hurts and if it’s scary. Other people that care about you are not mind readers and deserve to know how you truly feel.

The fic also has great take on original characters and story, but totally can be read even if you are not in a fandom!