#ineffable tutors

[wargoddess9]

A birthday gift for my darling friend @phoenix-soar ! Some art for her ineffable tutors fic Stolen Moment: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27669454

[myfinejacksauce]

Mr. Harrison and Mr. Cortese?

[alittleannihilati0n]

Addicted to making them

(This picrew)

[madnesswithamethod]

I will help with homework etc.

I am willing to help (do it all) with homework especially, HISTORY and english. My tumblr ain't poppin I know but ... here I am trying 1

[evilasiangenius]

“Phoenix, wait! I need to talk to Menippos.”

Upon hearing that strident voice and the familiar pounding of running feet behind him, Aziraphale felt something inside of him clench up; it was a day off and somehow the child had found him, despite the fact that their schedules should have disallowed the possibility.

Aziraphale wondered if there was a human word yet for that awkward uncomfortable feeling that a teacher feels when happening upon a student outside of the regulated context of a lesson, and decided that if there wasn’t, there should be a word for such an emotion.

“I should have left the palace earlier,” Aziraphale muttered to himself. “Why did I decide to reread the Bacchae in entirety before seeing it staged...”

The angel steeled himself and put on a mild, pleasant smile before turning to face the child.

“Alexander! What an...unexpected pleasure. And you’re all dressed up for the festival. What are you doing here?”

“Phoenix is taking me to the theater. Or more like, I’m taking Phoenix to the theater. Well, not all the way to the theater, just to my father and his men for the procession before the theater,” Alexander chirped, tossing back a headful of neatly dressed hair that was already not so neat from a combination of rowdy child and wind and something to do with falling blossoms from an olive tree. “I hope it’s good, even if it’s the Bacchae. I prefer the ones about Achilles.”

“Ah, yes, those are certainly compelling stories. Very tragic and action-packed, with all the murders and corpse dragging...” Aziraphale managed a smile, waving in greeting to the old man that watched over Alexander, the one nicknamed Phoenix after Achilles’ tutor, who was still down at the other end of the colonnade slowly catching up to the young prince. “Erm, did you have a question, young master?”

Alexander looked around, and dropped his voice to a whisper. “I don’t want to get him in trouble because I like him, but have you seen Polynices? The literature tutor.”

“Ah,” Aziraphale paused. His first thought was one of panic: that Crowley had been reassigned, and it would be years before he would see the demon again. But then again, he knew Asmodeus was still loitering around somewhere; anyone of that stature leaving unexpectedly would have set the court ablaze in gossip. His second thought was still a nervous concern: perhaps that demonic master had sent Crowley off somewhere on a short assignment, but then Aziraphale remembered his recent conversation with the demon at the olive grove and in his heart of hearts he yelled Crowley’s name very loudly and in a very frustrated manner.

Crowley!

x

[aziraphales-library]

hello mods!! ive just read a fic called ''curve of old bones'' and ''snow angel'' i believe it was called and was wondering what fic you can recommend me to read that follows the themes of fake dating/ enemies to friends to lover/ pining whilst fucking sorta thing???

Hey, we have tags for everything you're asking for! #fake/pretend relationship, #enemies to lovers, #enemies to friends to lovers, #pining while fucking. As pining while fucking only has two posts, here are some more to add...

Curses foiled again by hapax (E)

To be blunt: in order to return to tip-top condition, Aziraphale was going to have to get laid. And the angel had spent almost six thousand years of his existence among humans assiduously avoiding anything of the sort. Aziraphale turns to his hereditary enemy for assistance with a particularly pesky curse. After all, it’s not like a demon has any feelings that might be involved.

Ambrosia by pilatesandpinot (E)

Those damn aphrodisiacs. They chatted as they soaked in the water, Crowley ate from a platter of fruit, hoping the sugar from them would somehow cure his sudden lightheadedness, as the blood in his head was probably pumping down to his groin, and get rid of the heated feeling in his abdomen, while Aziraphale lathered her arms and shoulders with oil. When she moved down to her breasts and tummy, she leaned back a bit, slowly and carefully cupping herself and making a small little hum sound as she rubbed her belly. Crowley had to bite his bottom lip to keep himself from groaning, watching the glisten of the angel’s skin, the warm glow she seemed to be emitting, her lush and curvy body sitting comfortably in the water. He was indeed fucked. ------------------------------ Aziraphale and Crowley have oysters at Petronius's, and soon learn while visiting the bath house afterwards why oysters are one of Aphrodite's favorite foods.

May My Teaching Drop as the Rain by Dee_Morris (E)

Several people on Twitter have commented that there isn't enough Ineffable Tutors content out there, and I have to agree. The book doesn't go into very much detail about what Cortese and Harrison get up to in the years they spend educating young Warlock, and as a fic writer there's nothing as much fun as a blank space to play in. I expect that the stories in this series will more or less stand alone, but I'll add notes and recaps where I think it's necessary. These will mostly be light-hearted horny adventures with little to no angst. Tags may change or be added as I write more stories.

Out There by snae_b (E)

Small town paper, small town news, and Aziraphale always gets stuck with the shit stories. Strange lights in the desert? Aziraphale might as well be writing about el Chupacabra. Again. At least his source is cute, even if he is a little out there.

The Arrangement by TawnyOwl95 (E)

Aziraphale and Crowley are set up on a blind date as a joke by their respective housemates. They decide to get their own back and call everybody's bluff by *gasp* fake dating!

Craving by DawnOfTomorrow (E)

“You want me to pay for it.” He drawled, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t put words in my mouth.” His assistant said, entirely unimpressed by the fact that he could fire her. “You said-” “I said that it would probably be a good idea for you to get some, and if you can’t be bothered to do it the normal way, that there are professional options. And then I said that if you’d like, I could recommend someone.” --- He called the fucking number. He didn’t know why – okay, he did, he was an idiot, tipsy, lonely, and horny – but he called the damn number. --- Even just looking at the blonde’s profile, he felt a twinge in his gut. Blonde curls indeed – over features that revealed the other man’s age, light eyes, and a cute, upturned nose. Slim lips, currently curved in a smile for the bartender. Crowley studied the rest of him too – a bit of chub, not enough to be fat, but definitely dad-bod territory. He sighed softly, wondering what sort of witch Anathema was, because she had been spot on about this guy being his type. He didn’t even need to see the large hands or plush thighs to make up his mind – this… this could work.

- Mod D

[foolishlovers]

SOCIAL MEDIA AUs: Below you'll find a list of Good Omens fics that contain elements of social media such as Instagram, Youtube & Co.

You can request more fic recs here.

twitter cryptids by doctormissy (T, 36k)

Crowley's latest brilliant idea involves ranting about his undying love tiny crush on Aziraphale on Twitter instead of actually dealing with his feelings now that the world didn't end. Because he will never find out, right? Right?

Press L in the Chat (for Love) by Djapchan, Phoenix_Soar (E, 29k)

Bickering fan-content creators Aziraphale and Crowley only have three things in common — they are both avid fans of a new revolutionary TV series about pirates, they are popular for their fantastic fanfiction and fanart… and they are members of the same discord server. Neither of them likes the other, but across the chaotic virtual world of a discord chatroom, who knows what can happen when these two unlikely fans are paired up for an exciting collaboration? Us. We know ;) Discord Server AU — a collaboration between Phoenix_Soar (fic) and Djapchan (multivoice podfic organization & editing) for Pod-Together 2022

Angelic Whispers by AppleSeeds (T, 20k)

Crowley runs a very popular ASMR YouTube channel, but is considering applying for a job at a real life ASMR spa. He books an appointment as a client to try out the experience for himself, but becomes completely flustered when he meets the ridiculously gorgeous ASMR therapist, Aziraphale, who will be spending the next hour giving him unrelenting personal attention.

No Picture Can Express by nutmeag83 (T, 12k)

Ezra Fell prefers books (and discretely watching the lovely florist down the street) to social media, but takes up the hobby at Madame Tracy's urging. Anthony Crowley has been pining after his neighbor for ages, happy to keep his distance until Ezra asks him to tutor him in using Instagram. They find they have more in common than just having shops on the same block in Soho.

your smile speaks books to me by laiqualaurelote (T, 5k)

Aziraphale's bookshop becomes accidentally famous on Instagram, to his great distress. Since Crowley invented Instagram, it's also his problem.

it's a new craze by attheborder (T, 5k)

CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan. AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we? CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all. AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous. CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not.   *** Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast. But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?

You've Got Kudos by curtaincall (M, 4k)

Aziraphale and Crowley both write fanfiction. As it happens, they both write Good Omens fanfiction. Of course, neither of them would ever admit this to the other. (A love story told primarily in AO3 comments)

London Book Shop Recommendations? by nothankyoudear (G, 3k)

A.Z. Fell and Co. is recommended as a local London bookshop on a Reddit post. Chaos ensues when someone actually takes the recommendation and goes there, only to find that: 1. They don't get to buy books 2. The gentle bookshop owner apparently owns a giant python And 3. The bookshop owner is 100% in love with his best friend with the sunglasses OR Ineffable Husbands told through Reddit posts.

Parsley, Thyme, Sage, Daffodils by MostWeakHamlets (G, 3k)

Aziraphale has a cooking show on the internet. It started out with three viewers, but now he's known as the happy grandfather that blew up overnight. Crowley occasionally makes cameos, has dedicated his garden to giving Aziraphale fresh herbs and vegetables, and struggles with living after the apocalypse. _ “Taste this, my dear,” Aziraphale said. He held a spoonful of jam to Crowley’s lips with his free hand cautiously under it, ready to catch any dripping. Crowley leaned forward to wrap his lips around the spoon. Most likely his shyness came from the small tender moments Aziraphale was not afraid of showing the world. It had been the topic of many long conversations after Aziraphale took Crowley’s hand in St. James Park, causing Crowley to freeze and break out in a cold sweat. Being discreet had always been their top priority. For 6,000 years, someone would have surely seen them if they embraced in the middle of London. But now, Aziraphale had assured Crowley, things were different. They no longer needed to hide, but Aziraphale would go as slow as Crowley needed him to. It was almost funny how their roles had switched after the apocalypse.

Crowley Invented Youtube Recommended (Parsley, Thyme, Sage, Daffodils remix) by flibbertygigget (T, 1.9k)

After Aziraphale's video on crêpes makes it into Youtube recommendations through a little demonic intervention, he quickly goes viral. Cue college students just trying to make it work, a bunch of young queers who see A.Z. Fell and his husband Anthony as "goals," and quite a few comments from one Newton Pulsifer.

Get Connected by AgentStannerShipper (G, 1k)

Crowley signs Aziraphale up for social media. Even if it's a slightly outdated one.

[theinnerunderrain]

Masterlist

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛʟʏ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ ᴏɴ EACH POSTS, ᴇɴꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ɴᴏɴ-ᴄᴏɴꜱᴇɴꜱᴜᴀʟ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴏʀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

Edit: Feel free to let me know if some of the links do not match up to the title or do not work!

I haven't updated this list for basically two years now

General Headcanons

➸Kiss [Yandere Genshin Headcanons]

➸[Yan! Mermaid.Childe or Kazuha x Princess!Reader]

Albedo

➸Apricity [Yan!Albedo x Fem!Reader]

➸Picture Perfect [Yan!Albedo x Fem!Reader]

Arlecchino

➸Knave [Yan! Arlecchino x Gender-neutral! Reader]

Capitano

➸The Broken Promise of Chasity [Yan!Capitano x Saintess!Reader]

➸Harbinger of Misery [Yan! Capitano x Saintess! Reader]

Columbina

➸The Sloth [Yan! Columbina x Saintess! Reader x Yan! Capitano]

Childe

➸Fall into The Abyss [Yan!Childe x Childhood friend!Reader]

➸A Question of Lust [Yan!Childe x Saintess!Reader x Slight.Yandere! Capitano]

➸Marriage [Yan!Childe x Fem!Reader]

➸[Tutor!Childe x Fem!Reader]

➸Lure the Midnight Hour [Yan!Childe x Nun!Reader]

Diluc

➸Changes within Time [Yan!Diluc x Childhood friend! Reader]

➸Sleepless nights [Yan!Diluc x Fem!Reader]

➸Evanscent [Yan!Diluc x Fem!Reader]

Dottore

➸Imagine Dottore as your doctor

➸The Doctor's Envy [Yan!Dottore x Saintess!Reader]

Pantalone

➸Imagine Pantalone as your banker.

➸More than just Greed [Yan!Pantalone x Saintess!Reader]

➸Munificence [Yan!Pantalone x Childhood!Fem.Reader]

➸In the Greed to play God [Yan! Pantalone x Saintess! Reader]

Scaramouche

➸The Synthetic Pride [Yan! Scaramouche x Saintess!Reader]

➸Surging Stream [Yan!Scaramouche x Fem!Reader]

Xiao

➸Flush of Youth [Yan!Xiao x Fem!Reader]

Zhongli

➸Ineffable [Yan! Zhongli x Fem! Reader]

[santacoppelia]

Day 2: Favourite Character

As I'm fully incapable of following instructions, I'll play around with the rules just a little bit.

I have a favourite human, a favourite angel, a favourite demon (those two are obviously excluding the Ineffables themselves). And then I'll cover Ineffability incarnated.

Favourite Human:

This was a complicated category!! Lots of fantastic competition in here: Newt (in the series) is adorable, Pepper has the best attitude EVER, Anathema combines both the smarts and the conflict of being a "professional descendant" (give me "conflicted free will characters" and watch me dance). However, the dearest to me would be:

Tracy is a sweetheart. She treats everyone with kindness, is doing her best to keep afloat, and not only tolerates Shadwell, but sincerely likes him, even when he is a sod and a prick. She has a scooter and two helmets that are colorful and a little bit ridiculous, works two jobs, is a wonderful vessel and has a cozy flat, full of little trinkets and plushies. Yeah, I find her endearing and I can project my own wildly weird aging process into her. She's also one of the members of the "three witches" mandated by law in every Neil Gaiman work 🤭

Favourite Angel:

Surprising no one with this one. We all fell in love with Muriel when their happy face appeared in the door of the bookshop. They are just lovely and full of potential, and we all want to make things with them in our fanfics because, let's face it, we missed having someone so fresh faced, curious and... well, angelic. They are a welcome contrast to the awfulness we knew from Heaven, and I am here for it.

Favourite Demon:

Miranda Richardson is stealing the show, absolutely. Shax is a loose cannonball, a brilliantly written character that goes from being friendly with Crowley and almost a figure to be tutored by him to becoming a menacing foe during the last two chapters of season 2. Her fashion sense helps, too. And that smile!!!

Do I have a favourite between Aziraphale and Crowley?

Oh, please. I identify a lot with Crowley, I've even cosplayed as him... But that doesn't mean I could call him "my favourite". I'm strongly in the side of "bonded pair, do not separate". They are "a two person act", and I strongly support the authors' vision of them being a single character who worked better if you split him in two. You cannot understand who Crowley is without the influence of Aziraphale, and you couldn't have an Aziraphale without him having a Crowley at his side. That's why the ending of season 2 is so devastating!!

In the personal side, I was raised to be an Aziraphale my whole life... but I was also too rebellious and strong-headed not to fall, ha. That's where my love for both of them comes from: I get Aziraphale, I can feel him ticking inside my head (the love of books and performing, being very good at thinking up to the point of becoming an anxious mess but trying to disguise it, knowing that there is a set of rules that you are supposed to be following but also learning that they don't always apply and trying to reconcile those worlds), but I identify a lot with the sensation of being fallen for dissenting, and becoming guarded and wary and sarcastic (and trying to be seen as much more dangerous and cool than you actually are).

Obviously I'm into Good Omens for these two. But it was too easy to just answer that, right? (that's it, that's my inner Aziraphale coming out).

[sir-lunar]

Hi, Lunar! I just wanted to say that I love your blog! Your art is so lively and beautiful, you really bring the characters to life when you draw them! :) I’ve laughed out loud so many times seeing your posts! I was curious, do you have a favourite ship? Mine is Paperhat, but all of the pairings I’ve seen have interesting and fun dynamics, and I like hearing about other people’s favourites! ^w^

1. How did you know all the things that would make an artist cry with happiness??? 🥹 This ask will definitely serve as a lovely reminder as to why I became an artist 💕 thank you so much! Your words are incredibly flattering!

2. As for my favorite ship… I’m guessing you mean specifically in Villainous? If that’s the case, I suppose I would answer Paperhat as well. But, I don’t really ship it as adamantly now, I feel like it’s more out of nostalgia since I really liked the ship when I first got into Villainous. Though, to be specific, I only liked the Paperhat dynamic where both Black Hat and Flug genuinely cared for one another.

If you mean in general, I don’t think I really have an all-time favorite? I just move between ships I’m really into, but I don’t have one I’m currently obsessed over right now.

However, another notable ship I love is, of course, Johnlock. I was DEEP into the Sherlock fandom. I got into it through the BBC series and started to read the original series by Arthur Conan Doyle (haven’t finished all the books yet). I’ve seen a bit of Sherlock Holmes by Granada but never got around to seeing the whole thing… one of these days… hopefully.

Those along with some other minor ships:

Heine x Viktor (The Royal Tutor) Lightly ship it but also love them as just bffs as well.

Crowley x Aziraphale / Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens) Of course.

The Narrator x Stanley (The Stanley Parable: Ultra Deluxe) The amazing fanart just absolutely dragged me into this ship and I can’t say I regret it.

And MANY more… haha… Congratulations you’ve gotten me to expose myself in one post 🎉 /joke

Also, just as an extra thing I want to say, it’s been kind of mind-blowing that I’ve gotten asks asking me about myself instead of drawing prompts??? It feels like, “Oh my goodness, people are actually interested in me?” I find it very flattering so thank you!

Also, don’t get me wrong, I still love getting art prompts. They are very fun to do and it’s always incredibly rewarding seeing the reaction askers get when they see my art response! 💕 So feel free to keep them coming haha

[holycatsandrabbits]

Part 16 of Giant Post of Completed Good Omens Human AU’s: July 2022

Thank you to all the creators who bring us so much joy AND to the readers who support the creators! <3

Also! A searchable list of all of my Good Omens human AU recs.

You can use it to find fics where Aziraphale is a librarian, or fics with Ineffable Wives, etc.

More of my Completed Good Omens Human AU Recs on Tumblr

More Good Omens recs from me here: Dannye's fic recs and

Dannye's artist recs

And here's me: Ao3 ~ DannyeChase.com ~ Linktree ~ Upcoming fics

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Series: (not all of these series are complete)

Black Mackerel (I knew you were treble when you walked in…) @phoenix-soar (Ao3 phoenix_soar) Rated T (C & A are in a K-pop style group)

For Science by @saretton and @tawnyontumblr (Ao3 TawnyOwl95) Rated E (Sex worker C & doctor A in an AU based on the work Masters of Sex)

Hammer to Fall by @artsyallouette (Ao3 CloseToSomethingReal) Rated M-E. (Young runaway C and bookshop owner A)

Mark of the Serpent by @naromoreau and @summerofspock Rated E (Omega King C and Captive Alpha Prince A)

Shadow of a Dream Verse by @arielavader Rated G-E (Bookshop owner C (yes, really) and customer A)

To be Your Prince and its sequel, Ch. 17 of A Little to the Left by by @phoenix-soar (Ao3 phoenix_soar). Rated T (C & A are figure skaters)

You're Still The One by @ambrasue (Ao3 Ambra_Sue) Rated G (C & A are childhood sweethearts)

Single Fics:

All My Heart Is Yours by @feraltuxedo 63,809 words, Rated E (C hires A as tutor to his heir in the Victorian era)

Anthony of Arcadia by @aziraamane (Ao3 Azira_Amane) 19,269 words, Rated E (Farmer C & scholar A)

As the tumbleweeds roll by by @hkblack 3947 words, Rated E (C & A are country musicians, in an AU created by @ambrasue)

bear in mind by KissMyAsthma 1632 words, Rated G (Coffee shop owner C & customer A)

Blythe by @holycatsandrabbits (Dannye Chase) Self-rec! 8600 words, Rated G. (Pirate C & lighthouse keeper A)

Bodywork Inspection by AppleSeeds 4119 words, Rated T (Mechanic A & customer C)

Captivated by @prolix-principality (Ao3 RainingPrince) 3607 words, Rated M (C & A are lovers)

cats do as they please by KissMyAsthma 5181 words, Rated T (C & A are neighbors)

Dark Corners by AppleSeeds 22,674 words, Rated M (Scare actor C and guest A)

Everything I've Had by AppleSeeds 12,818 words, Rated M (C's old friend A cares for him during a chronic illness)

Falling For You by @tawnyontumblr (Ao3 TawnyOwl95) 37,198 words, Rated E (Lawyer C & sex worker A)

Give Me Hell! (It's a Merrier Place) by AngeliqueTombee 69,322 words, Rated E (Pirate C and cook A)

How To Fall (In Love with an Angel) by @dietraumerei (Ao3 die_traumerei) 62,739 words, Rated M (Ineffable wives: C falls in love with A at first sight)

i bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints we would only find yours by @two-hands-toward-the-sun (Ao3 marveling_under_an_open_sky) 791 words, Rated G (Ineffable wives: C & A are in an established relationship)

Iram Dantis by leukozyna 19,036 words, Rated M (Priest C & erotica writer A)

Low Expectations by @mimsynims 9070 words, Rated T (C & A meet at a nightclub)

Lwmp by AppleSeeds 8181 words, Rated M (Nurse C & patient A)

Milkshake by @cheeriosandwine (Ao3 cheerios_and_wine) 4834 words, Rated E (C & A are neighbors)

My Beloved, Their Dragon, and Me by @caspianthegeek 1439 words, Rated G (Prince A attempts to rescue C from a dragon)

Never too late by @unproblematicme 1097 words, Rated T (C & A are former lovers)

(No) Empty Spaces by @mimsynims 58,915 words, Rated E (Waiter C rents a room from A)

one fine day by @emberfaye (Ao3 IsleofSolitude) 1800 words, Rated M (C & A meet in a park)

Opera Cakes and Second Takes by @ineffable-writer (Ao3 ThatWriterKid) 13,834 words, Rated T (C & A are professors)

Reprise by @caedmonfaith (Ao3 Caedmon) 29,029 words, Rated E (C & A are ex-bandmates)

Scam Boyfriend by @elderlysardine 15,815 words, Rated E (C & A are best friends)

Small Cock Appreciation Society by @cheeriosandwine (Ao3 cheerios_and_wine) 6471 words, Rated E (C & A are new lovers)

Snake Tales by @tawnyontumblr (Ao3 TawnyOwl95) 3653 words, Rated E (C & A are co-workers at a zoo)

So Tomorrow Comes by Woland 6114 words, Not Rated (Husbands C & A in an apocalyptic AU)

Stuck at Work by @cousin-serena (Ao3 CousinSerena) 2365 words, Rated T (C & A are co-workers)

Surprise, Surprise! by @christocentricqueer 2858 words, Rated G (C & A are in an established relationship and celebrate C's birthday)

TANK TOP by Aunt_Agenda 1193 words, Rated T (C & A meet at Pride)

The Beginning of May by @angelsnuffbox (Ao3 angelsnuffbox (MrsCaulfield)) 11,909 words, Rated E (B&B owner A & his female guest C)

The Count of Good Omens. by @mugglebornsyltherin (Ao3 DarkAngel2891) 18,583 words, Rated T (an AU based on the novel The Count of Monte Cristo)

The Eden Literature Festival by GaryOldman 1777 words, Rated G (C & A are writers)

The Garden Project by snae_b 44,315 words, Rated E (C & A are university professors)

This Way For Up by brutumfulmen 45,395 words, Rated M (Cave rescue responder C & scout leader A)

Three Dates by @caedmonfaith (Ao3 Caedmon) and @quefish77 (Ao3 Quefish) 4343 words, Rated G (C & A meet via online dating)

Trial of Chance by @naromoreau 30,248 words, Rated E (Female C and male A are lawyers)

Unbeta'd by @melibemusca (Ao3 Melibe) 15,082 words, Rated E (Omega Beelzebub & Alpha Gabriel get snowed in together)

what i call life (what would you do?) by @waffleironbiddingwar (Ao3 Vagabond) 52,111 words, Rated E (Sex worker C & client A)

Where We Will Love by @tawnyontumblr (Ao3 TawnyOwl95) 17,795 words, Rated E (Busker C & musical theater actor A)

Wiling the Time Away by Ghostinthehouse 733 words, Rated T (C & A are LARPers (live action role play))

You are HoMe (Half of Me) by @angelsnuffbox (Ao3 angelsnuffbox (MrsCaulfield)) 28,524 words, Rated T (C & A are longtime friends)

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SOBBED - gepard :)

send SOBBED for a scene from my muse's past in which they broke down in tears.

the tutor’s wizened face was twisted with disdain, from beneath her long, angular nose she griped about the children of the noble house and their incessant, tumultuous mutiny. her lectures were monotonous, vast expanses of history cast in the washed out, anemic light of a participant. in spite of her gnarled, spindly fingers and her deteriorating eyesight, they had been entirely convinced she had deluded herself to its grandeur. serval had stated, rather astutely, that in her senility she had mistaken herself for an illustrious soldier, rather than an old, barbaric educator. swept up in his sister’s maelstrom, gepard had eluded her hawkish, bespectacled gaze, his sister’s hand firm around his wrist, a marshal of fictitious expeditions and elusive treasure. their footfalls echoed through the estate, resounding with the thrill of the unknown, suffused not with old dust and desiccated narration. his sister had all the proclivities of a leader, the sort of person other’s amassed before, charisma, one of their teacher’s had called it, rebellion, his father had, less pleasantly. 

the two dashed along the long, sinuous corridors, condemned by the captious scowls of their predecessors, painted in superlative detail. his wrist bobbed with each stride, still clasped between her willowy fingers, his lurching a little to keep pace with her longer, adrenalized ones. his sister was wise beyond her years, peerless in her ways with mechanisms, many days had he spent in awe of her as she dismantled and remade things over and over again, each time with ineffable improvements. he trusted her to carve a path through their world of aristocratic propriety and the antiquated chronicles of their ancestor’s grand achievements. they would laugh in tandem, their elation a polarity to their father’s stringent regulations. he had not intended to, but as they bustled through the halls, past closed, imposing doors and their father’s study, ajar but only just, his shoulder collided with a pedestal of lacquered wood. the bust, proud and diligently sculptured, tilted precariously as pain burgeoned from the impact, staring at him grimly before it crashed to the floor in a raucous, fracturing annunciation of their presence. 

serval ceased in her tracks, gepard, reeling from the injury, almost ran into her. their father’s voice thundered, incensed and impaling, accusatory and withering. he doesn’t hear precisely what is spoken, there’s a strident ringing in his ears but he knows his father’s ire and can see it splotching red along his throat, his thick, dark brows drawn and corrugating. serval shields him almost instantly, throwing her arm out before him and bickering in retaliation, it wasn’t his fault, it was an accident but their father was deaf to her excuses, his wrath far more vehement than her umbrage. gepard cowered in the shadow of that grand pedestal, now shamefully vacant, crouching, pressing his hands firmly over his ears until the ringing and the quarreling was muted. his knees buckle, his hands tremble. he doesn’t want his sister to endure punishment on his behalf, doesn’t want to hear the ruthless malice of his father. he weeps, his palms pressed into his eyes until he sees incandescent flickers in the dark, until they roll down his cheeks, until his father mutters something bitterly and slams the door over his study closed, his sister now hovering over him, a comforting arm slung over his shoulder. her voice was lulling, a soft, dulcet hum he knew well, she’s reassuring him - but he cannot bring himself to look at her in that moment. there was more comfort in the dark, where his father’s encroaching shadow and the repercussions of this accident didn’t feel like a firm strike to the cheek. 

-

the battlefield did not offer clemency to those dauntless enough to walk its desolate, glacial trail. they had thought themselves prepared, in their thick, thermal clothes and their gleaming, silver armor, nothing could have devised a strategy to prevent this. the deathrattles of men rose with the lament of arctic winds, their strident screams of agony coursing through him in unadulterated anguish. the creatures that emerged from the hibernal, white mantle were atrocities, their eldritch forms trudging through thawing snow. the searing, biting sense of flesh broiling beneath armor, of skin splitting and peeling away black and withered, of death in gargantuan waves, towing them under one by one. some men, their wits fraying at the brink of their own demise, stray from the ranks, kicking up spindrifts of white as they, desperately, hopelessly, try to flee. a creature careens after them, too fast to track and lunges at one, dragging him wailing into the banks of white. more surge forward, a torrent of black swallowing soldier after soldier until their proud, reputable legion was but a few stragglers, terror stuttering in time with their pulse. Gepard’s head turns to his men, his shield glowing with heat, repelling burning fire and carving through tough caparace like hides to expose the grotesque, purple innards. those who fight alongside him are tenacious but the cold and torment erode their tenacity, their arms laden with fatigue, their eyes reserved and regarding death with imminence. “ get back, now.” his voice, despite how it wavers, holds the authority of their leader and garners their attention immediately. they gaze out into the frozen wasteland littered with corpses, humans, monsters, blood inundating the white to red. “ we’re retreating, back to cover.”  but their muscles ache in protest and their bones are weary with the weight of their duty, it takes a moment for them to acquiesce, falling back into the snow-drifts, the echo of monsters howling raucous and ferocious. out of the twenty men that had risen to meet the encroaching horde only six were remaining. 

there could never be enough time to mourn properly. amongst the dead were his comrades, his close friends, people with whom he had shared meals with, who he had trained alongside. dread sinks into him, heavy and dismal. this was what it meant to fight for their people, the death it entailed felt like a noose around his throat, he had been the one to lead them, to usher them to their untimely demise. disgrace was nothing in contrast to the despair, to the incorporeal visions of limbs wrested violently from their sockets, of sprays of blood sheening once prestigious scraps of armor. the screams were the worst, besetting him with nights of harrowing reprises of moribund wailing, awakening in a cold sweat. he sat in the shadows of serval’s shop, the sign turned over, closed, it read, even though it was hours earlier than usual. gepard felt like that child again, powerless to prevent the grievous reality of their circumstance. he drew his knees to his chest, wearing now a loose shirt and trousers, hardly decorated for battle - for war, his chin resting atop them. amongst the long, undulating stretches of darkness he was etiolated, his once proud features blanched, his eyes red and rimmed still with unshed tears. 

“ how can i face them ?” his cadence holds none of its verve, muted and morose. his father would have them present before the people, as survivors, as those who fought and won, who persisted against all odds and pushed back the monstrosities. they would cast their dead with medallions of gilded tribute and they would be remembered as heroes. in his heart they were still those cadets, those who shared laughter with him, who fought alongside him until their last breaths. he takes a long inhale, shuddering. “ any of them..” and his arms encompass his legs, as if it would anchor him, as if he could heave himself from the trenches of that day and pretend he was a dignitary of the silverman guard. A lone, quiet tear falls down his cheek, a damp spot on cotton, joining others in its profound anguish. Serval is perhaps the only thing holding him together, that he can come here and disappear from the expectant gaze of their father, of the mourning laments of the family’s without sons, without husbands. Gepard surmises that without it he would surely crumble beneath the weight of this loss. she sits beside him, her gaze affixed somewhere beyond the closed door and into the waning hum of the city. she says he can stay with her for a while and he reluctantly accepts, the gloom of his own home felt so treacherous. he doesn’t want to rely on her, had sworn that he would be stronger - yet here he was, once again, beneath her protective shield cowering like that frightened child. “ thank you.. Sis.” he murmurs, a soft, trembling sob that punctuates his failure, that has him resting his head against her shoulder and refusing to meet her gaze. 

[ladyswillmart]

Overhead, the skies over Yondershire appeared a velvet cloak, smooth and soft, violet-black—the real blue-ribbon stuff of hometown poetry festivals.

Poetry is fine enough, Arlen thought, although he did like pretzels better. He chewed thoughtfully.

Night skies are also fine enough by their lonesome, especially in the Shire, especially in June. Nevertheless, how kind that someone, perhaps some celestial elf-maid, thought to spatter a million stars across the whole thing, and they even twinkled a little. It wasn’t an overt twinkle, Arlen observed, nothing too ostentatious but sort of like the way the Elbow’s Bend Inn studded their pretzels with those big crystals of salt.

They were simply better with the salt, but beyond taste and texture, there was some other quality to a coarse salted pretzel that he could not adequately describe. He continued to chew, lamenting his own lack of vocabulary: What kind of bard should have such profound difficulty describing his love for a pretzel?

While revelers milled around him and his company, the crickets purred wordlessly in the wildflowers. Suddenly seized by curiosity, Arlen looked up at the other elf who had joined them earlier, an apparent close friend of Hivallion’s whom he identified as “Gildor”, last name Something-or-other that Arlen forgot after his first ale. Their reunion was all laughing surprise and “How long has it been?” with a lot of very large numbers being bandied around and then a strange shift, smooth as the sky above, into what Arlen could only assume was their native tongue.

Arlen was never good with elven languages and he was even worse with large numbers. No no, he was better with pretzels, much better, or at least he thought he was.

“So,” he finally spoke up, now that he felt suitably merry. “Who is Hivallion, anyway?”

Gildor registered surprise, as the elf in question napped nearby, where some hens milled around a patch of black-eyed Susans, delivering the occasional curious peck.

“He is your tutor, is he not?” he replied, then smiled, as warm as the breeze circulating the garden, ruffing everyone’s hair. “Oh, I see. You want to hear the story from an old friend, eh? Well, I suppose you picked the right person to ask. I have known Hivallion since he was quite young—since I was quite young, really. We are roughly the same age, I would wager.”

“Are you really? What did he do, way back when? I mean, Did he ever do anything, uh, I dunno, adventurous...? Foolhardy?”

“Foolhardy!” Gildor laughed a little. In his hand, he balanced a half-full tumbler of scrumpy. “Well, foremost he was well known among us as a scholar, albeit one who spent most of his time out and about, if that should count as adventurous in your book. His field of interest primarily lied within our environment, especially its creatures, especially the small ones, especially those with wings. Oh, birds, butterflies, bees, bats, snails...”

Arlen stopped chewing momentarily. “Snails? Those don’t have wings.”

“No, my friend. No, not anymore, not anymore, sorry to say...”

Arlen eyed the elf’s tumbler; perhaps he too was feeling a bit too suitably merry. “Say, did he ever wear armor like that? Like yours? All shining, like the moonlight?” he asked, deftly changing the subject. “Did he ever go to battle?”

Gildor nodded. “Indeed. Well and often, though war never suited him. For certain occasions he would wear a jerkin of finely tooled calf, and over that, a breastplate of...” He took a drink as he reminisced. “...oh, it was some kind of metal scale like the belly of a fish, shining pale blue like—yes, like the moonlight, like a reflection of the full moon over the Belegaer.”

Ah. Now that was some poetry.

If only such wonderful words could somehow become applicable to the ineffability of pretzels...

“I wonder if he still has it?” said Arlen. “Reckon I’d like to see that. Maybe try it on m’self...”

“His mother likely keeps it, if Hivallion himself knows not where it is. Still, you should ask him about it. Whenever he wakes,” said Gildor, muttering as he offered his slumbering friend a spare glance. “Honestly, old as the blessed sun and he still can’t hold his drinks...”

[zephyruswrites536]

Do you ever get bored of Character Ai(if you use it) like- the bots always flirt with me and I’m like “I JUST WANTED A FRIEND- GODDAMNIT” y’know?

I hold back when I write some of these because I know I will just snowball- my ADD is so fun!!!! I can just bounce from topic and idea to topic and idea…

Like I could talk about good omens and slowly fade in the new book I’m reading(Babel by R. F. Kuang) cause oh my god I’m in love with this book and I was about to say how much I love language cause they all learned and were tutored languages- AND I WANT THAT- just get me a French, Spanish, Greek, Latin, Dutch, Chinese(Mandarin), Italian- umm- I think that’s too many for like me to—- anyways - love languages

Then I’d eventually snowball to my friends and ex friends because they plague my mind- UGHHHH anyways- hope you’re all having a very good day or night… not sad too much about Ineffable Husbands- and not umm- sad about how little actual media there is from Jonny Sims about Lonelyeyes so we’ve only got Alasdair and Ben being cool VAs- and don’t be sad about… what’s the other one? OH- yea.. Jegulus or Wolfstar or whatever the heck- I was gonna read Art Heist Baby but it’s scaring me- I’m going to finish Babel before I read it- I’ve got a lot of books and fanfics to finish- Anygays, have a good one!

[doctorcrowleywho]

Born to make history (Aziraphale x Crowley) Chapter Two

Pairings - Crowley x Aziraphale

Warnings- Angst and some bad language here and there

Summary  - Once upon a time, there was an angel and a demon and they went  through a 6,000 year strangers to friends to lovers slow burn. This is  the untold story of the in-between bits, or better yet - what happened  before armageddon was even a concern? 

Master list

The next few months ran together in a wonderfully colored blur. The angel couldn’t help but fall in love with being able to practically raise Moses with Crowley by his side. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Crowley wasn’t like how he thought he’d be at all. He was gentle, funny, caring, really good with kids, and one of the most kind-hearted people he’d ever met. Dare he say, everything was going really well, but that’s always when the darkness likes to creep in. Slowly snuffing out the light without you noticing, so by the time you do-you’re surrounded by darkness.

Unfortunately, this angel and demon were far too drunk to even notice the light slowly dimming on that night. “Oh my dear,” the angel's laughter echoed throughout the entire room of their little house. They didn’t have the pleasure of living at the palace as Crowley did. But, the angel was surrounded by the almighty’s people in the small city by the palace, it was quiet (most of the time), and he even somehow managed to run a small library. He often found himself telling the kids in the town nightly bedtime stories around a campfire. He really was a big old softie.

 Most nights they’d meet at the angel’s place to talk about the boy, the ineffable plan, and mostly to get drunk. Tonight was no exception. “, as beautiful as you are I don’t think you’d stand a chance of being a tutor! You’re better off being worshiped as a god!” the wine loosened up the angel's tongue quite a bit on nights like these, and honestly they didn’t mind.  

Crowley let out a chuckle flopping down on the angel's bed and he let his thin long fingers draw patterns absentmindedly along Azriaphale's thigh. “That may be true, but think of all the things I could teach him! The stars and galaxies for one. I could tell him all about the ones I helped make.” he nodded his head as if he was confirming the memory in his head. It was so long ago, and he never ever wanted to forget. His eyes sparkled with a certain shimmer that only joyous memories could create. Although, he quickly reminded himself of what he was now and would always be. “Oh, you’re probably right, the humans have decorated me in far too much gold anyways, it would look odd if I went out looking as adorable as you do.” he smiled to himself lazily flicking his eyes over to his angel who looked delectable in the moonlight shining through the makeshift windows.   

With a soft and gentle hum, Aziraphale plopped down right beside Crowley on the bed with a sleepy smile on their lips. Even without the wine, Crowley would still be the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. “Although I wouldn’t mind your necklace though, that small one here,” He whispered gently taking the small pendant in between his fingers, funnily enough, it looked like a golden snake wrapped around a feather. He had no idea he had taste for such simple things. It made him wonder what other things he had a taste for.  

Now if Crowley were to tell the angel the truth he’d tell him how that was his favorite piece of jewelry he owned. That every time he glanced in the mirror and saw it sparkling proudly in the light, he couldn’t help but smile. That pendant was the only reminder that maybe he was a good person, that there was still someone out there who cared for him. Aziraphale wasn’t just a work acquaintance, he was his best friend, his partner in crime, and the only immovable thing in his life that didn’t constantly remind him of how much he hated himself.

 It was as if time had stopped in that moment, and the two beings were stopped in stunned gentle silence. “You can have it, in fact here.” Crowley got out before anything could be taken back, because honestly he was terrified this was all some sort of dream. Gently he took the pendant off, inching even closer to Aziraphale and wrapping his arms around his neck. Keeping his wide eyes on the angel's sky-blue ones he clasped the necklace shut. Although he didn’t dare move from where he was, he couldn’t even if he wanted to.  “I could never take something so precious from you.” Aziraphale shook their head feeling their shyness take the lead. “You can have anything you want, angel.” How beautifully true that statement was. If Aziraphale asked he’d give up everything just to be with him and only him. Crowley opened his mouth to say more, something, maybe to say everything that he has been feeling for the past hundred years. But, he closed it, his inner thoughts getting the best of him yet again. With a soft defeated sigh, he moved back to where he was originally. 

Now Aziraphale prided himself on sensing love, being a being of love himself it came rather easy to him. But, why was he ignoring the rapid flashes he was feeling right now? They crept up inside of him like the soft licks of a campfire. A soothing type of warmth you can only associate with the kindest and most wonderful thing. What the angel didn’t understand is why were the flashes of love coming from Crowley of all people.

“Crowley?” he piped back up turning on his back, after a moment or two of comfortable silence.” Yeah?” the demon replied shutting his eyes picturing the stars and galaxies he’d take Aziraphale to if he was brave enough. He stared up at their little wooden ceiling trying to imagine everything that could be instead of everything that was. It was hard, but they got there in no time.”, you ever wonder what would have happened if I fell instead of you? Or if you didn’t fall at all?” they asked so softly you could barely hear them even if you tried. However, he never got the chance to answer the question as two voices rang through the streets of the city “MOSES WAIT!” The angel sat straight up in bed his heart already racing. Moses can’t be out here, he’s supposed to be back at the palace getting ready for bed with his brother.  

Without thinking he slipped back on their sandals and ran out into the night and sure enough, he saw Moses running towards the palace in tears. His heart broke for the child, the one they helped save is now hurting once more. “Crowley, it is Moses! His real sister and brother have found him, and I think they told him everything. I have to go check on him, I’ll be back soon alright?” He sighed giving him a soft kiss on the head before running after the boy. “Angel I-” Crowley reached out for him but failed to catch him. Damned angels with their big hearts. Shakily he brought a hand up to his forehead and smiled softly. Did his angel just…kiss him, and did he like it? Something exciting fluttered in the demon's heart. Something he hadn’t felt since before the fall. Two questions rang out in his head as he watched the angel run away. ‘Was this mutual?’ and ‘Why the hell was he not chasing after him?’ 

 As Aziraphale ran memories of the night at the river flashed before him at unknowing speeds. However, he pushed passed them, Moses was in trouble and he wanted to help. He was an angel, it's what they did. Once he got back to the palace, he followed the boy into the construction site where slaves were building more unnecessary pyramids for the pharaoh. It took everything in the angel not to roll his eyes right then and there, sometimes he swore they were more dramatic than the almighty was.  

“You! Slave! Get back to work!” one of the Egyptians growled at him causing him to stumble backward a couple of steps. His eyebrows furrowed together, surely they didn’t mean him right? He’s done absolutely wrong, they must be mistaken. A trembling smile came to his lips as he tried to correct him. “I’m looking for prince Moses, I’m his teacher- I saw him running this way and I-”

“Did I say you could speak??” They growled right back causing the poor angel to start trembling in fear. It was then he realized they were uncoiling a whip in their hands and a flash of pure terror rippled through him. “W-what are you doing? I’ve done absolutely nothing wrong! It would be completely wrong to harm me I-” He tried his very best to explain, to get out any kind of protest, but he was cut off by a loud ‘CRACK’. Sudden violent flashes of pain ripped through his body, but he kept himself as strong as he possibly could. “P-please I don’t understan-” ‘CRACK’ this time the angel let out a yelp as two sharp flicks of the whip dragged across his skin.  It was clear now that no matter how hard he protested this man wouldn’t listen. With his knees turning to jelly he crumbled to the ground clutching his now crimson-stained robe to his chest praying to whoever would listen to at least make the pain go away. Tears prickled in his eyes as another few lashes of the whip were set down upon his skin. At this point, he was seeing white, and he wasn’t sure how much more he could possibly take. It was only seconds until he passed out, his head already spinning round and round. Until suddenly, it all stopped. Was this what it was like? Was this what it felt like to discorporate? Well…fuck.  

Sudden giant wings as dark as the midnight sky viciously swooped in shielding the angel's body. “Who did this?” the demon demanded his voice barely sounded like his own anymore as his wings took out every form of light surrounding them. Leaving the guard to tremble in terror. Crowley’s body was submerged in darkness, but his snake eyes were glowing with the power of hellfire itself. Someone hurt his angel and the rage he felt bubbling inside of him could easily take out entire civilizations. “It was you wasn’t it, puny human.” the demon growled stalking closer to him like a lion sizing up his prey. Wicked sharp nails raised to the guard's throat as he stared him down practically making him burst into flames then and there. “P-please I didn’t know, please be merciful great god Crawley.” the pitiful human mustered out falling to his knees in a pathetic excuse to bow down to him.

 A wicked cackle fell off of Crowley’s lips as looked down at him as if he was the vilest thing in existence, and at that time he was. He hurt the most precious thing in existence to him, and for that, he needs to pay. “Like you showed him mercy? How dare you insult me like this I-” everything stopped, the one voice that could snap him out of anything broke through the clouds. “C-Crowley?” his angel coughed out.  

“Angel! Angel, I’m here it’s alright!” Crowley's voice broke through the ringing in Aziraphale's ears and he collapsed into his arms. At this point, the angel was far too weak to even open his eyes. But, he knew it was him, and he was more than comforted by the fact that he came to his rescue. Shaky, vengeful arms wrapped around him as Crowley scooped him up carrying him to his chambers. There were already whispers of the prince who killed a fellow Egyptian, and he knew his angel would find out soon enough. But, he just wanted to climb one mountain at a time. Someone hurt his angel, and he wanted them to pay for it. However, right now he’d settle for making sure Aziraphale was okay. That’s all that mattered in his eyes, the world could be burning to bits and the only person he’d bother saving would be Aziraphale. To hell with everyone else. 

Quiet painful whimpers fell out of his lips as Crowley gently set him down on his bed. Crowley’s snake eyes were wide as he hurriedly searched through his chambers trying to find anything to help his angel feel better. “Crowley…darling?” he whimpered reaching out for him. For the demon that saved his life, now at least they were even. Crowley was quick to run to his side gripping his hand in between his. He held Aziraphale’s hand as if it was the most delicate piece of glass in the universe. Laying soft kisses to his knuckles he watched as Aziraphale opened his eyes as best he could. “I’m right here angel, you’re going to be okay…I’m making it better.” With a soft snap of Crowley's fingers, a bowl of warm water and a washcloth appeared.   

“Crowley I-” the angel groaned as a fresh wave of pain rippled through his body. Crowley bit his lip as he cupped the angel’s cheek gently. “Shush, don’t speak just….let me take care of you alright?” he whispered out gently as he slowly got behind him dipping the rag in the water. Hesitantly he worked carefully at cleaning Aziraphale’s wounds, trying his best not to focus on the shudders from the angel in front of him. Every shudder, every whimper, and yelp of pain that came from his angel broke his heart over and over again. What was worst was he blamed himself. Aziraphale got hurt by one of the people Crowley was in charge of, the people he tempted. If this is what demons do, then maybe he didn’t want to be this anymore. 

“There all done,” he shakily whispered out snapping the washcloth and bowl with crimson-stained water away “, and now….” Crowley stood up straighter sitting on his heels. Right now he wasn’t thinking what heaven or hell would think, all he wanted was for his angel to be alright. That’s all he’d ever care about, Aziraphale was in pain and he wanted-no needed to fix it. No matter if it risked him getting in trouble or not. Gently he waved his hands over Aziraphales back and a soft glow appeared, slowly his wounds began to heal. Leaving scars as beautiful as the finest gold behind. A demon was healing an angel with his love, and instead of leaving a mess, it left a beautiful piece of artwork. Almost like someone was showing the two beings that you could create beauty from even the most broken things.

“Did you just…save an angel?” Aziraphale murmured with a soft smile on his face as he tried his best to be the angel everyone was used to. Crowley let out a small chuckle as his fingers brushed against his angel's cheeks, that moment more beautiful than anything the two have ever witnessed. The throbbing pain coming from Aziraphales's back was nothing compared to the thumping in his heart. “Perhaps I did, but let’s not shout it to the world eh?” he chuckled before turning bright red as the angel buried himself in Crowley’s chest.

Gently, Crowley wrapped his arms around the angel holding him close to his chest as Aziraphale let out a few heart-shattering sobs. Aziraphale's body trembled in Crowley’s arms as his mind forced him to relive the events that just happened. “I-I just wanted to help-I love them all so much and they-I-” Aziraphale stuttered shaking his head trying to bury it deeper in his chest. He wanted to silence all the other voices that told him he was a terrible angel, that he wasn’t doing his job correctly, that at the end of it all it wouldn’t be worth it. The only time he ever got any peace was around Crowley. For tonight he’d take refuge in his demon's arms, and Crowley was more than fine with that.

 “Shush, none of that, the humans don’t know how lucky they are to have you in their lives,”  and neither do I sometimes the demon thought smiling softly to himself as the angel relaxed in his arms a bit more. At that moment everything felt okay again, and Crowley would do anything to make sure it never ended.

[aziraphales-library]

I'd like to rec two WIPs that are nearly finished, both historical AU. The first is "All my heart is yours" by FeralTuxedo, it's a Jane Eyre retelling with lots of pining and a bit of angst. The other one is "The ineffable Mrs Eastgate" by TawnyOwl95, an absolutely hilarious fucking while pining story set in the Regency.

Of course!

All My Heart Is Yours by FeralTuxedo [E]

1847. Aziraphale Fell arrives at Eden Hall to take up his new position as tutor to the young heir. The house is enormous, remote, and its occupants rather strange — but none more so than its master, the ill-mannered but inconveniently handsome Mr Crowley.

Mr Crowley’s gaze lingered on him.

‘Now I see you in broad daylight, I can tell you’re no gentleman.’

Aziraphale bristled. He was wearing his best ensemble, and it was of fine enough quality, if a little rumpled from the luggage.

‘Whereas you certainly look the part, even if your manners suggest otherwise.’

A Victorian human AU loosely inspired by Jane Eyre, but with 50% less angst and 100% less spousal incarceration.

The Ineffable Mrs Eastgate by TawnyOwl95 [E], WIP

Everyone likes Mrs Eastgate, including Sir Anthony Crowley. Even if it is a threat to his heart, and, sometimes, his dignity.

Mrs Eastgate likes Sir Anthony Crowley, could love him even. If only the infuriating man would stop proposing to her.

~Mod N