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itsscottiesstark · 11 days
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Sometimes, I'll be writing (or even reading) a fic, and a very cliche or way too romantic line will come out of me and I pause for a second, contemplating whether or not "they'd actually say that".
Then I remember that the beings I'm writing said fanfiction about are Anthony "No Nightingales" Crowley and Aziraphale "You go too fast for me" Fell and I'm like- yes, those bitches are extra af. They would say that. And more.
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phoen1xr0se · 20 days
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Chapter 43 of Don't Fall Away From Me is up on AO3! (M)
Yes, the penultimate chapter is here! 🤩
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Artist Credit: @mistysblueboxstuff
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Summary: Crowley gets an unexpected visitor.
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Author's Note: the penultimate chapter is here!! Sending heartfelt thanks to everyone who has been so patiently waiting for me to finish it - my life sort of exploded in the worst possible way, so thank you, thank you, all of you, for all your kindness and love. Please leave a comment if you can, they're all that's getting me by right now.
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turquoisedata · 1 month
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This is legit one of the funniest fics I have ever read. There's a paragraph in the last chapter that made me stop and laugh for like five minutes until I actually started choking with laughter. I wish I could remember how I found it so I could say thank you to them.
@fremulon absolutely love it, it's brilliant.
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zerzeyl · 26 days
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Just a demon that is struggling with his emotional outbursts and a worried angel.
Chapter 6 of my Good Omens fan fiction is finally polished and uploaded. I'm probably thinking too much about it and wasting time on this stupid thing, but... ah, no, it's called "having a hobby", I checked again. And having fun means I'm not wasting time. Yay! 😌
To the precious people that let me know through beautiful tags that the expressions are good (talking about the sketch I shared): you have no idea how motivating that is, really. Thank you! 🥲
Oh, and if you're actually reading the stuff I'm writing - wow, you're absolutely gorgeous! 💖 I think I'm a fairly mediocre artist and, well, a worse writer. But if just a handful of individuals let me know they enjoy some of the things I create, it slowly changes the way I look at my own stuff. It can help.
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vavoomed-for-crowley · 2 months
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Living With(out) You Chapter 4: Silent Night
Out now on AO3
A little teaser:
"Aziraphale, you damn idiot!" Crowley yelled at the sky again, although this time the pain could be heard in his voice. He noticed this himself, took another long sip and just stared at the starry sky above him for a moment. Emotions were surely the least useful thing in his existence and he'd drown them out for as long as he needed to. He didn't see much in the sky, which was not only because the streets of London were too brightly lit, but also because he was already so drunk that he could barely see clearly at all. It wasn't like the stars had any answers for him anyway. They would stay just as silent as a certain angel he missed so much. And Crowley felt lonelier than ever as his back dropped against the Bentley. He exhaled deeply and looked at the bottle in his hand. It was almost finished so why waste it, he thought and finished the rest.
He had been near the bookshop every day. How could he not? The bookshop had been there for years, centuries even. And Crowley had always been welcome. It didn't matter that the last time he had been inside had been rather painful. He came nonetheless. He didn't know what else to do. They had spent the past few years together, seeing each other multiple times a week and now Aziraphale was just gone... Where was Crowley supposed to be at when not at the bookshop or at least near it?
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He wished to just sleep for a few decades. And it wasn't like he hadn't tried. But something kept him awake. Or rather: someone. Whenever he had closed his eyes, Crowley saw him. His beautiful blue eyes and white curly hair. His sweet smile. Even his stupid glasses when he was reading. He felt every touch of him that was sometimes more and sometimes less unintentionally. And then... Then, Crowley saw his sad eyes before Crowley put on his sunglasses in front of him for the last time, he heard his voice that told him that he forgives him... And he had been wide awake again. And most times even grabbing the next bottle of alcohol to drown out the memories; to somehow cope with his emotions.
Crowley squeezed his eyes shut to stop any tears that were about to form and angrily threw the empty bottle against one of the walls of the buildings, luckily not hitting any window, which, to be fair, was close. "All of this for them? For heaven? You damn idiot!" 
Had Aziraphale ever loved him like he loved him? Were there ever real feelings? All those looks, the touches, the risks they had taken for each other... The peaceful existence they had carved out for themselves... Everything they had worked for over the last few years... Had it all mattered half as much to Aziraphale as it had to Crowley? 
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serious-goose · 9 months
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can someone describe the appeal of good omens human au? i can't wrap my head around it
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Hiya, umm. Would you guys have any recommendation as to where to look for Beta readers?
I've got 5 GO fics that could use fresh pairs of eyes 👀
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2 Rated G: • The Universe Tastes Like Raspberry (3,455 words) • The Bramble Briar And The Rose Tree (7,375 words)
1 Rated M: • Close My Eyes, Embrace My Matter (5,867 words)
& 2 Rated E: • I know who I am when I'm alone (I'm something else when I see you) (16,499 words) • I Am Made Of Longing (This Is Not An Adieu) (48,176 words)
Any suggestion as to where to look are very much welcome!
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thelyricallyre · 24 days
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[Chapter One] The Fall
[Human AU] When Anthony J. Crowley gets fired from his well-respected job as an English teacher (at an equally well-respected London private school), his only option is to apply for everything and anything. The only job offered? A tiny primary school, seemingly in the middle of absolute NOWHERE. Without any other options, Crowley takes the job, with every intention of leaving just as soon as he can find something better. Aziraphale Fell, a licensed child counsellor and school chaplain, has worked at St. George's Primary School for years and is well-loved by staff and children alike (despite, on occasion, being a little behind on the times). He loves everything about his job, from the drawings stuck up on the walls of his office to to the creaky, coffee-stained chair, but even Aziraphale is aware that he lives, breathes and dies for the job... and not much else. One cold day in January, their worlds' collide.
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crowleyscleaninglady · 5 months
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Y’all I feel like I’ve peaked.
My friend is an incredibly talented writer who I get to beta for. The work makes me so happy to read.
They inserted me as a side character who sasses Crowley and teases Aziraphale
That’s it. I’ve peaked. Life can’t get better
Anyway go check out Lifting Eden by @aziraphalalala
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itsscottiesstark · 1 month
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Y'all. If you're looking for a fic where Crowley is a smut fic writer and Azi is a fanart artist, with amazing banter, hilarious bits and millions heartwarming moments- look no further.
"Big name feelings" by the wonderful @mrghostrat is- wow.
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I MEAN LOOK AT THIS ART I'M IN LOVE I CAN'T EXPRESS HOW MUCH I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS FIC.
It also has fake dating. And single bed trope. And accidental love confessions. And did I mention the art??? See above for reference. Honestly what are you still doing here go and read it right tf now.
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phoen1xr0se · 2 months
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Don't Fall Away From Me - the final 6 chapters
I want to start by saying a HUGE thank you to everyone who has been patient in giving me time to perfect these final chapters - this story has meant so much to me and I needed to give the ending the time and attention it deserved.
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So, without further ado, here is the posting schedule for the final chapters:
Chapter 38 - Tuesday 5th March
Chapter 39 - Friday 8th March
Chapter 40 - Sunday 10th March
Chapter 41 - Tuesday 12th March
Chapter 42 - Friday 15th March
Chapter 43 - Sunday 17th March
I am not so cruel as to leave massive gaps between these chapters, as the momentum really builds and they are quite tense, so I am posting them just a few days apart. I cannot wait for you to read them, and despite feeling some type of way about this all ending, this was the story that, in a very literal way, saved my life and I am so, so excited for you to see its final conclusion.
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I do thoroughly recommend a re-read before the chapters drop, going into it cold would be... weird.
Thank you to everyone who has read, recommended, and especially and most enthusiastically those who have left comments and words of encouragement - because of you, this happened, I couldn't have done it without you.
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Phoenix 🌹
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turquoisedata · 2 months
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Ok, good omens fic nerds assemble
Trying to track down a fic I read that someone else also remembers, but with a fairly small amount of info. I believe in the fandom's ability to track things down though 🤣🤣🤣
It's a human AU, multi chapter, complete. A&C get together, but keep hurting each other badly, and end up breaking up completely, I believe for a year or more. In this time they both go to therapy (independently obviously)
We think maybe Crowley had a plant or flower shop and it was next to a shop owned by Madame Tracey but maybe had shut down? I think they were 30s-40s-50s age but both in precarious employment situations?
Crowley and Anathema were friends and she had a market stall. At the end, Aziraphale comes to the market to see Anathema (or maybe he just happens to be there and sees her?) and she points him to Crowley's new stall, which is either plants or flowers, can't remember for sure. They realise they still love each other and get back together, happy ever after.
Would appreciate any reblogs, the more brains the more likely we can track it down!
I'm honestly starting to think it's been deleted, I can't find it in my history. I know it's a fairly small amount of info to go on but I'm hoping someone can remember it.
(updated with a detail I got wrong about the shop)
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zerzeyl · 2 months
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And then my brain told me that an Aziraphale rubber duck has to be added.
I finished the illustration for chapter 5 of my Good Omens fan fiction that I finally uploaded to AO3. If you're interested in reading that, you can check the link. Or take a look at my pinned post, where I try to explain in which cases you could consider reading it, apart from having watched the first season and shipping our beloved ineffable idiots/husbands. And I know, it's a post season 1 story and who needs that right now? But I think of it as a kind of writing exercise. I just can't abandon it, you know? I started writing it in 2019, without a season 2 in sight. If that's an excuse.
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Miracles on Ice - chapter update
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I swear this story was about ice skating at one point lmao
Here's the newest chapter! Warning for violence and blood (Sandalphon steps up his crazy)
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“Well, I didn’t have getting stabbed on my bucket list, but there we go.”
He gave Aziraphale a playful smile but faltered when Aziraphale’s face crumpled.
“Hey, hey, whoa, hey…” Crowley went to him immediately, enveloping him in his arms. “Please don’t.”
“I’m sorry,” Aziraphale choked, burying his head in Crowley’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”
“Don’t apologise,” Crowley said, cupping the back of Aziraphale’s neck. “This wasn’t your fault.”
“It was,” Aziraphale sniffed, his voice breaking. “He hurt you because of me, because I…I didn’t put a stop to it, I…” His words dissolved into a sob.
Crowley held him tighter, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his head. “Aziraphale, this is not your fault. You’ve done nothing wrong. Please don’t cry.” He gently tipped Aziraphale’s face up so he could brush away the tears with his thumb.
Aziraphale's eyes shimmered with tears. "You could have been killed, Crowley. Because of me..."
"No. Not because of you." Crowley caught another tear as it slid down Aziraphale’s cheek. "Because of a deranged lunatic. You didn't make him pull that knife. He’s the only one to blame here."
Aziraphale opened his mouth to protest, but Crowley silenced him by pulling him into a gentle hug.
"Anyway, I've got a thick skin," Crowley murmured. "Barely even stung."
Aziraphale managed a weak smile, allowing the fear and tension to slowly bleed from his body as he clung to Crowley. Eventually, he let out a shuddering sigh.
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My 100th Fic is out now!!
Take a Walk on The Wild Side - An Aziraphale / Crowley fic (E)
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foolishnefertiti · 7 months
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We know what they were doing for several days, do we?
This fanfic I’ve just written does.
WW2, magic, and lots of seductive smut.
Enjoy and please feel free to share!
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