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Good Omens: Crowley/Aziraphale Fic Recs

So, I was thinking about the coronavirus pandemic and what I could do to help people out. I’m isolated because I’m at higher risk, so I can’t really offer to go out for my elderly neighbors or my family… but I thought I could try to help keep people entertained.

Because I don’t have an AO3 account right now, I’ve been compiling fic recs for my own amusement for a year or so. And I thought – maybe that’s the time to share these with everyone? So everyone will have plenty of things to read while they have to stay at home, or even to escape anxiety a little bit if you’re forced to go out.

Of course, these cater to my own tastes, so you may find stuff you don’t like around here. I never include works in progress. The Mature and Explicit works will be in italic. I ask you to READ THE WORK’S TAGS before continuing, so you won’t find anything that makes you uncomfortable.

Let’s go for the Ineffable Husbands fanfics!

In Nomine, by tinsnip

The first time he’d given in to the impulse to just make up a name, he’d felt a bit odd about it. But everything had gone so smoothly. He’d been able to just go in and eat and then leave and it hadn’t mattered at all, the human hadn’t really wanted to know his name, they’d just wanted something to peg him by while he was there.

And so: Fell. Ezra Fell. Ms Azee Phale. Mme A Zinnia File. A Z Fell, bookseller.

That last one has stuck around the longest, now. He’s grown rather attached to it.

A... A... what begins with A?

Aziraphale makes dinner reservations for himself and Crowley, and is a bit thoughtless. Silly business.

swimming in your ocean (i can get pretty sidetracked), by tinsnip

Under him, Aziraphale makes a soft, deep sound.

He lets go, leaves his lips just where they are. “You’re sweet. You taste sweet.”

Apparently Aziraphale isn’t up to making words right now.

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Three little chapters of happy smut. Immortal genderless beings assuming mostly-human forms would, I figure, have a bit of a different approach to sex. They've got no particular drive, and all the time in the world. Getting sidetracked is part of the fun.

Eyes Closed, by tinsnip

Aziraphale makes love with his eyes closed.

Crowley doesn’t.

Bad Habits, by tinsnip

Clearly, both Crowley and Aziraphale used to smoke. We know this. We’ve been told this by Mr. Gaiman.

I’d be very surprised if either of them still does. But the reasons for this, and the methods by which their statuses changed, are different.

Notably: Crowley cheats. Aziraphale doesn't.

Like light, refracted, by tinsnip

Full steam ahead, decided Crowley: “I think we should get naked.”

Ethereal/occult lovemaking of the rather fluffy variety.

tell me all the ways, by tinsnip

Crowley was out in the garden.

Aziraphale was in his study, most definitely not looking out the window.

Really. Really. One little speck of sentiment: was it so much to ask?

what a way to make a living, by attheborder

Without any more assignments coming from Downstairs, Crowley is struck with a bad case of the doldrums.

It takes a bit of trial and error, but eventually a solution is found.

(Or: the one where Crowley becomes an Uber driver.)

summer and his pleasures, by witching

for summer and his pleasures wait on thee, and thou away, the very birds are mute; or if they sing, ‘tis with so dull a cheer, that leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near. // william shakespeare, sonnet 97

absence makes the heart grow fonder, and crowley and aziraphale’s hearts were plenty fond to begin with. a story told through phone calls while they are separated for work-related reasons.

nothing but the wild rain, by Raven

"The internet, Aziraphale!" Crowley says. "This is what the internet is for. This is, quite literally, what the internet is for."

"Oh," Aziraphale says, and Crowley knows, he just knows, that Aziraphale is going to say something about how it's jolly useful for hard-to-find first editions and tickets for the Last Night of the Proms.

or, Aziraphale and Crowley find sex confusing.

Forever, by goodomensblog

Heaven’s execution chamber was elegant, magnificent - and bare. Polished floors gleamed, immaculate; their cleanliness made it impossible to guess at the atrocities committed upon them. Clean, white walls glared, and a window as large as the room was tall, teased of freedom just out of reach.

At the center of it all, was a chair.

And upon that chair, an angel sat.

Across the cold, stark room - too far from the angel - a demon knelt, bound.

The ropes burned, and Crowley hissed, hunching his shoulders as he turned his head up. The angel, his wrists tied to the chair, met and held his stare.

No, it couldn’t - it wasn’t - this wasn’t right.

Confused and in pain, Crowley called, “Angel, you alright?”

Aziraphale’s light hair appeared white in the harshly lit room, and his face had gone pale; but at Crowley’s call he sat up in the chair, bound hands giving a feeble wave.

London. 1944., by AliceinSpace

The air ripples and stars blink in and out of existence as the fabric of the universe creates a loophole in the middle of the street. A figure drops unceremoniously from that loophole and hits the pavement in a tangle of limbs.

"-is that a gunshot wound?”

Or the one in which a fatally injured Crowley runs to the only place that makes sense: a bookshop in Soho.

Of Eclairs, Feathers and Complex Reactions to Trauma, by oneatatime

“Do you know,” Aziraphale said, his voice muffled in the shoulder of Crowley’s jacket, “that when humans go through trauma, they can be quite calm and competent throughout, but then the terror comes out later, as it must?

Take My Hand, Take My Whole Life Too, by Demorra

He didn’t want to think about the bookshop. It hurt in a way that was entirely too visceral to be angelic, and entirely too earth shattering to be human. It was the love of several hundred years, burned up in an instant. It shouldn’t have mattered, not if he were truly angelic. But he shed a few silent tears anyway and felt somewhat better for it. All things considered, it wasn’t the end of the world.

No, that had been much more complicated.

And yet, somehow so very mundanely human. No great battle, no heavenly sounding of horns or hordes of demons. Just a choice, a choice not between Good and Evil, but between darkness and light, hope and despair, fear and… and love…

the mortifying ordeal of being known (biblically), by FlipSpring

"Relax, angel, it's not much worse. It's just our bodies. It's not like we enfolded or anything." ~ Crowley, in 500 AD, after having physical sex with Aziraphale for the first time, blissfully unaware that he has just foreshadowed himself into a corner

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Crowley procrastinates on his feelings by taking a 5-year nightmare nap after the End Of The World. Aziraphale comes in like, "dude wake the fuck up, also, do you wanna metaphysically bang maybe? no pressure." and then Crowley loses his goddamn mind, because he is a delicately-stacked bundle of neuroses in black skinny jeans.

Also they have breakfast and check in on Tadfield.

Re-Recalled, by Jennistar

Halfway through an argument, Aziraphale gets accidentally discorporated and doesn't come back. Crowley does the sensible thing and panics.

Luminosity, by bethagain

A quick trip to bless someone with a miracle takes a wrong turn, and Aziraphale and Crowley are stuck overnight in rural Iceland. The northern lights are beautiful, but it turns out demons, cold-blooded, tend to seize up when it's freezing out. Aziraphale finds a way to get him warm again.

i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth, by Princex_N

(Summary by me: the one in which Crowley has been living with chronic pain for thousands of  years.)

Queen’s Greatest Hits, by BuzzCat

Good Omens fanfic with no coherent through-line between fics aside from each one is inspired in one way or another by a Queen song, listed in the notes for each fic.

i know i’ve kissed you before (but i didn’t do it right), by gallantrejoinder

They'd given it a go once. Ages ago. And they'd both agreed it wasn't for them.

the whole damned world seemed upside down, by citadelofswords

(Summary by me: facing the odds and moving on with the world.)

Leaves of Grass, by Laura Shapiro

(Summary by me: the world is saved, and now they’re left to explore each other.)

The Sacred and the Profane, by afrai

(POPULLI.NET link) Somewhere else, the happy ending was different. AU.

Be Ye Therefore Merciful, by AmberDiceless

Crowley does something utterly unexpected, and Aziraphale must face an opponent who cannot be thwarted. Hints of pre-A/C.

Full Circle, by Hekateras

Nothing lasts forever and the final Apocalypse can only be delayed for so long.

There is a school of thought that says you cannot fight fate.

And another that claims there's no such thing as predestination, only those powerful enough to make your choices for you - if you let them.

Aziraphale puts both to the test.

Living Arrangements, by afrai

(POPULLI.NET link) Everyone is more or less human, even when they aren't.

Nanny Knows Best, by DictionaryWrites

Summary by me: an exploration of Crowley’s experience as Warlock’s nanny. 

From the Top (Say Your Lines Once More), by CoffeeStars

Crowley lives and dies and wakes up to repeat the cycle. And every single time Aziraphale is there, a different face and new memories.

Manchester Lost, by Moczo

(FF.Net Link)  -an ensemble sequel to the novel- Our heroes have managed to make things worse, as the Apocalypse is starting up... again. Drama! Action! Humor! Adventure! Tea! Suspense! Snark! Romance!

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Best Friends ( Part Three) - Dele Alli

It was probably one of the greatest night you've spent in the last couple of months, you were out on your date with Winksey and he really did make you forget everything for the night.

You two have literally been together all day not just for dinner and you were glad he called you in the morning.

You two just finished having dinner and he was driving you home, both of you singing your lungs out to the blasting music.

The only sad thing about the night is that he told you that he won't be able to play the second leg at the Etihad in the next couple of days, his injury was more serious than they thought and he might even need surgery, not sure yet.

Once you made it to your street, he parked in front of your building and you were kinda sad that your date was over now.

"Thank you, so much for today." You told him softly.

"I am the one who should thank you, for accepting to spend the day with me." He give you one of his charming smiles.

His gaze then dropped to your lips and he couldn't help but leaning a little bit as a sign of what he wanted to do.

You leaned in as well both your heads meeting halfway and he put his soft lips on yours, so gently and it felt so weird.

You kissed for a few more seconds, but you couldn't help but compare it to your kiss with Dele and everything about him.

Harry was the first one to pull away and by the look on his eyes, you knew he felt it too.

"I am so sorr-"

"It's okay." He nodded, giving you a sad smile.

And that's when you broke down sobbing, once again for a boy that  you never thought you would feel like this.

-

You handed the freckled boy a cup full of tea, he smiled mumbeling a small thank you.

After shamelessly having a mental break down in his car he waited until you stopped crying and you invited him into you flat and he just didn't want to let you alone in that moment.

"I am so sorry, Haz." You lowered your head, looking down at your cup of tea.

"Hey." He said, lifting your head up with one of his fingers. "It's okay, you don't have to be sorry, babe."

"You're too nice." You sighed.

"And you're too beautiful to cry." He smiled, "No one deserves those precious tears not even Dele."

"How do you know that he's the reason of my break down?" You asked, wondering how on earth he knows anything about that story.

"When Dele first introduced us, I was so jealous." He chuckled, "I thought you were dating, but he clarified that you two were best friends and only that, but I never believed him."

"Why?"

"The way he looks at you and how he gets so protective." He told you. "But when he told me thay he was dating an other girl, I was kinda glad, I thought that I might have a chance with you but you also got into a relationship."

"Oh god, I am so sorry." You cried, hiding your face with your hands.

"Hey." He said, grabbing your hands. "I am not telling you to make you feel bad, just so you know that he doesn't see you as just a friend." He pointed out,making your heart skip a beat at the thought.

"It doesn't really matter anymore." You mumbled, sipping on your tea.

"I am sure he still does love you." He said, putting a hand on your thigh.

"You're making me feel bad, god." You whined, "I had such a great day with you, I swear-"

"But just as a friend, it's okay doll. I had a chance with you and I took it, it just wasn't meant to be." He give a genuine smile and hearing those words made you feel a bit less guilty.

"So...we're good?"

"Great." He nodded, squeezing your arm. "Now why don't you start from the beginning and tell me what happened between you two?"

You give him an indecisive look before you finally decided to tell him everything that happened between the two of you.

-

You could feel your head pounding along with the beat of the music, the house was pretty much crowded. It was supposed to be a small party he said, a small birthday party.

A few days have passed and you were spending much more time with Harry, as friends of course. Tonight was the birthday of one of his best friends and he insisted that you come with him so you can have a good time, he also promised that as soon as you felt uncomfortable you two would leave the party.

"Come on, gonna introduce you to the lads." He said, pushing you slightly through the house with his hand placed on the small of your back.

You didn't answer you just followed him silently as he lead you to a couple who were standing in the corner of the kitchen, with bottle of beers in their hands.

"There's the birthday boy." Harry yelled, smiling widely at his friend.

"Here's the semi-finalist!" His friend responded, referring to spurs' incredible win against manchester City a couple of days ago at the Etihad.

You watched as the two shared a brotherly hug then Harry give a quick hug to the girl next to him, murmuring something you couldn't hear.

"And who's this gorgeous girl?" His friend asked, smiling down at you. "Finally got yourself a beaucoup girl, I see."

Harry rolled his eyes, introducing you to both Kyle and his girl.

"She's my friend but she's my date for tonight." He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

"I remember you now!" Kyle suddenly yelled, "You're Dele's best friend."

You grimaced as he uttered his name and Harry let out a sigh.

"He arrived just a few minutes before you two though." He told you two.

You felt your body freeze at the news, your eyes widened and you looked up at Harry who looked at his friends uncomfortably.

"We're going to go see the others, we'll see you in a few, yeah?" They both nodded and mumbled a quick 'see ya'.

"I swear I didn't know he was coming otherwise I would've never-" You quickly cut him off.

"Haz, It's okay." You genuinely smiled, "I know. We live in the same area, we're bound to bump into each others sooner or later." You shrugged.

"Okay." Was his only answer, he clearly didn't believe you.

"Let's go see the others yeah?"

"Sure, Yeah."

Half an hour later, the house was evem more crowded. You lost Harry through the crowd, last thing you know is that he said he'll be coming back in a few, he was going for a wee.

You were a bit tipsy to be honest, you decided to stop drinking before you get completely wasted.

You chatted for a bit with one of the girls Harry has introduced you to, she was a really nice. Once she excused herself too to go somewhere you were left all alone.

You wandered around the house with a pouty face looking for Harry, he was nowhere to be seen and you started to feel lonely.

Untill you heard someone call your name.

The voice you have missed so dearly, you stopped in your tracks and waited to see if you couls hear the voice again, because you had too many drinks so you thought that you were probably hallucinating.

"You're here." He said again, in half a second he was standing in front of you.

He looked hot, just like he always did when he wasn't wearing his tracksuit but instead a pair of black jeans and a simple white tee.

"Um, Hi." You nodded awkwardly, your eyes once again searching around for the freckled boy.

"You came here alone?" He asked curiously.

"Nope." You answered, "With Haz."

"You're here with Harry?" He mumbled, his face turning a light shade of red. "You two seem to get along quite well, I see." He added, his voice laced with jealousy.

"We've always got along pretty damn well, Alli." You suddenly snapped, "We just haven't been hanging out too much,which we are now."

You watched as his grip on the bottle he was holding tighten, his knuckles turning white.

"Are you two together?"

"It's none of your business, to be fair." You sighed, your eyes finally meeting his.

"I broke up with Ruby." He blurts out.

And you felt your heart beat race as if it was going to stop, once again.

Part Four will be out tomorrow night,probablu the last part as well.

I am sorry for any mistakes, this not edited amd my first language isn't english. I am sorry once more,I hope you enjoyed reading it ❤