#good omens fanfiction

[pinemartinies]

Hi! So this is my contribution to cover art contest for brilliant How Do we turn on the light? fic by @moonyinpisces! I highly recommend this one, it's still WIP but it's so well written (i'm not english and i have to check dictionary almost every three sentences 😭) and complex ❤

#hdwtotl #hdwtotlcoverartcontest #good omens #ineffable husbands #goodomens fanart #good omens fanfiction

[lickthecowhappy]

David asking Neil for more scripts is just a different version of fans asking fanfic authors when the next chapter is going up.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens shitpost #david tennant #neil gaiman

[suzypfonne]

This is beautiful @skyclearblue

Why? Love.

-Neil Gaiman

#what is love? #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #Muriel's POV #rated E #ineffable husbands #good omens fanfiction #go fanfic

[mimisempai]

In full light

Summary

Even though they've been together for some time now, Aziraphale still has his breath taken away when he realized he can look at and touch his demon in full light.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #44: Tentative kisses given in the dark.

On Ao3

Rating G -  668 words

"No bread for the ducks, you fools! No bread!"

Crowley's voice roused Aziraphale from his sleep, and he turned to face the demon, amused to find that he'd just been talking in his sleep.

The room was just lit by a ray of moonlight streaming through the shutters, and the angel could just make out the silhouette of his lover against the light.

But even without seeing much, he couldn't help but admire the demon once again.

Crowley lay on his stomach, his head resting on his arms. Aziraphale's eyes slid from his neck down the curve of his back, bare to the waist, the sheet having slipped away in the demon's restless sleep.

He'd spent so many years secretly admiring him, hiding his feelings, casting quick glances for fear of being caught. Admiration had turned to infatuation, then to that deep love that had become harder and harder to hide.

And now he was there.

Right in front of him.

He knew he could just reach out and touch him, caress him, kiss him.

He could look at him to his heart's content without hiding his feelings, even if the room suddenly had to light up.

He could look at him in full light.

He could touch him in full light.

He could love him in full light.

They might have acted on their feelings some time ago, but this realization still took the angel's breath away.

"I can't see your face, Angel, but I can feel you're thinking about something."

His gaze slid to Crowley's face, now turned to him, and the demon continued, "What are you thinking about?"

Aziraphale moved closer, resting his head on the pillow beside him, and replied softly, "You, of course. As always, I am thinking of you."

The demon wrapped his arms around Aziraphale's waist to pull him closer, and their faces were now so close that the angel could feel Crowley's breath on his face.

The demon insisted, "And what were you thinking, about me, Angel?"

Aziraphale fearlessly replied, "That I wanted to touch you, to kiss you, and that I could do it freely."

The demon chuckled softly and replied, "Don't hold back on my account, darling."

Aziraphale responded with a chuckle, then wrapped his arms around the demon's neck, fumbling a bit, then pressed his lips to the demon's. It was a little tentative because of the darkness, but it didn't take long for their lips to connect perfectly and begin their now-familiar dance. 

Then there was no more tentativeness, even though the moonlight was obscured by a passing cloud, plunging the room into total night.

A little later, as they caught their breath, Aziraphale was nestled against Crowley, his fingertips drawing random curves across his lover's bare chest.

Suddenly, he raised his hand and said softly, "Let there be light."

Immediately, the room was illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, and Aziraphale looked up at Crowley's puzzled expression before gently adding, "I want to see you."

He turned completely onto his side, and with his head resting on his hand, he raised his other hand and began to stroke the demon's face as he continued, "I want to see you when I do this..." 

He brushed his fingertips against the demon's chin, then followed the curve of his neck under his ear before resting his hand on his shoulder.

The angel added with a tight throat and a trembling voice, "I want to see you in the light, touch you in the light, because it makes everything so much more real." 

The demon nodded without answering and Aziraphale saw in his eyes that he was completely understood. The angel knew that he wasn't the only one who had spent all these years holding himself back, preventing himself from acting on his feelings.

But today that was over.

So he leaned forward and brought his face close to the demon's, then captured Crowley's lips to give him an amazingly soft kiss.

In full light.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable kisses series : here

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

Ineffable Growing Love - Series post S2

Part 1 Story 1-99

Part 2 Story 100-?

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[ineffableclassics]

Versailles, 1769 - Aziraphale has a blessing to perform at a masquerade ball and it's important that he gets this one right. So important, in fact, that he can't seem to leave until he does.

But with a fancy dress, an attentive demon and an endless supply of champagne, it's a little challenging to stay on mission.

Words: 23,793

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

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[itsscottiesstark]

Something I absolutely adore about Good omens is that it's a playground for our projecting asses.

Do you want Crowley to use he/him pronouns? Gotcha. Want they/them? Say no more. Do you see him as an anxiety ridden mess? Well, yes. Is it just anxiety or is it also ADHD? World's your oyster. Same goes for Aziraphale. He/him? Easy. She/her? Done. Autism, anxiety, religious PTSD? Anything goes. And so, so much more.

I don't know what that says about us having two beings with an extensive list of possible mental issues, but we don't have to look at it too hard. Point is, you can do anything you like with them (didn't mean it to sound like a double entendre but, sure, that too). And it works.

#i mean same could be said about other fandoms as well #but it's not always the case #do you see my point #good omens #fanfiction #david tennant #michael sheen #crowley #aziraphale #adhd crowley #autistic aziraphale #good omens fanfiction #goof omens fanfic #good omens fic #crowley x aziraphale #my posts #my rambles

[onceuponapuffin]

Part 3!!

Okay, this thing needs a name. Please suggest ideas in the comments :) I know this part is tedious, but the thing with self-insert is you have Establishing to do before any Real Action happens. We'll get there, just hang on.

Beginning || Previous || Next

***********

The shaking must have been more visible than you thought, because Muriel is at your side before you can speak. They touch your shoulder gently.

“Um, excuse me,” they say, “Sorry, but you’re shaking an awful lot. Maybe you should sit down.” You nod, and it takes concentration, but with Muriel’s help you make it to the sofa. Apparently caffeine and adrenaline aren’t the best mix. Your breathing speeds up, despite your best efforts, and the rest of the room feels fuzzy. Shit, you do not need this right now. There’s talking and movement, but listening to the words feels too sharp, and the best you can do to convey that you are not okay is to shake your head over and over and over. You reach out a hand next to you, and are surprised to find the sleeve of Aziraphale’s shirt. It’s not ideal, but it’s something, and he doesn’t pull away. You focus on the feel of the cotton, the button on the cuff, the pattern of the stitching in the seams. Slowly, you’re able to tune back in. You focus on your breathing, you look around and count five things that start with B – button, books, brown, bow tie, black. Crowley hands you a mug of cocoa, and you accept it, running your thumb along the porcelain wings and letting your hands feel the heat of the drink. You take a sip and take stock.

Multiverse travel (?), mouthing off to the literal Voice of God (lol), brush with death (or...eternal saltiness?), confronting your very limited mortality (at least it’s 5 lives and not 3), panic attack. WELP. This is going well so far. Just peachy. You take another sip, and notice that everyone’s waiting. Oh, right. You clear your throat.

“Thanks,” You say, “Sorry about that. Um...I’m gonna guess that you all have some questions.”

“That would be accurate, yes,” Aziraphale says next to you. Now that you are better, he stands, straightens his waistcoat, and moves to stand nearer the chair (and Crowley), and watches you with his hands folded in front of him. “The first of which is, who exactly are you?”

“Buckle in, folks,” You say to them, “You’re in for a ride.”

And so you begin your info dump. You notice Muriel taking dedicated notes. Good, they’ll probably need those later. You tell them that you’re not sure exactly where you’re from, but it’s not here. You explain the tv show, the radio show, you even mention the musical, and of course, when you get to the book, you ask Crowley to find it on the shelf behind him. It’s right where you remember Jim leaving it. Crowley opens it, and you begin on instinct:

“’It was a nice day. All the days had been nice. There had been rather seven of them thus far, and rain hadn’t been invented yet.’ Now skip a couple lines Crowley. ‘I said that one went down like a lead balloon.’ Sound familiar? There’s more.” You stop quoting there, because Crowley has started flipping through the pages quicker. Aziraphale holds out his hand, and after a while, Crowley hands it to him, then goes to a corner where you notice him taking a few deep breaths. You lean to the side to see that he’s not smoking, exactly, but definitely smoldering. You look at Aziraphale next, and see him turn white as a sheet, before handing the book to Muriel’s eager hands. The scrivener is the only one who looks delighted as they flip through. Aziraphale cleares this throat and composes himself.

“Uhm...now I believe you told Metatron that...The Almighty sent you here. Is...is that actually the case?”

“Honestly,” You say, “I have no idea. I just needed to get him out of your shop and away from you.”

“Away from...me?”

“Yeah...um...” You notice that Crowley has come back to the conversation now, although his sunglasses are slightly askew. You glance at Muriel, who has noticed the shift in your tone, has closed the book, and is now watching you. They put the novel on the nearest surface and reach for their notebook again.

And so, you explain the most solid fan theories that you know. That their joint miracle from the other day made them a threat for Apocalypse 2.0, and that Metatron was here to separate them, by offering Aziraphale the job of Supreme Archangel. This news is met with...surprise.

“Well that’s just stupid,” Crowley says, “He says no, in your tv show, clearly.”

“Yes, I rather can’t imagine I’d be so keen to return to Heaven after everything.”

“Weeeeelllll…...”

The room goes silent, except for Muriel’s writing. They stop after a moment, unaware of the silence.

“So then, you were trying to keep them from being separated because the power of an angel and a demon is most powerful together.”

“Yeah, or the power of love maybe. I’m not sure. Neil’s been kind of vague on that point.” You intentionally keep your gaze on Muriel once you realize what you implied. You will get there. Making those two talk about their feelings is on your list. Patience, patience.

“Oh, the author – Neil Gaiman?” Muriel points at the book with their pencil.

“Yeah, him. He answers questions sometimes.”

Muriel makes a note. You realize something.

“Wait a minute, Muriel,” You say, “Are you...on board with this?”

Muriel stops writing and considers your question for a minute.

“Well, see, the thing is,” They begin, “I’ve seen an awful lot that I never thought I would see? Just in the last week. Like a demon being nice –“

“HEY! Not nice!”

“And the Archangel Gabriel being in love with a demon and running away with them. And then you fell out of nowhere, and honestly what you said to the Metatron may have been a lie, and therefore, you know, bad, but it makes sense. If God didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here. So if I help you, I’m helping the Will of God, right?”

Crowley is the one to break the silence that follows.

“Honestly I would have thought it’d take longer for you to take after me. I have to say, I am impressed.”

“Take what after you?”

“Nevermind.”

“Well,” says Aziraphale, “Is there anything else that we need to know about?”

You think about the kiss. You think about everything that came after. You think about ‘and I would like to spend -’ But no, none of that is relevant now. Why do you feel like you’re forgetting something?

The bell at the door rings. You turn around to see Maggie and Nina. UGH. Right.

“I’ve got it, ladies, no worries! Come back later!” You call, desperately.

“Excuse me! No, we need to speak to these two now if you don’t mind!” Maggie says. Clearly she doesn’t care who you are or what you’re doing here.

You roll your eyes. Honestly, you don’t have beef with Maggie and Nina. You agree with them telling off Crowley and Aziraphale, it’s just that you can’t help but feel that the clock is ticking. But, well, there’s no helping it is there? With a sigh, you stand.

“Come on, Muriel,” You say, “Let’s go to the kitchen and get some more cocoa while these four talk.”

Muriel follows you into the kitchen. You don’t listen, you don’t need to. All you need to do is refill your drink while Maggie and Nina tell them off. While you’re at it, you try to convince Muriel to have one. Despite your best effort, you’re unsuccessful. Oh well, all in good time. When you hear the bell chime again, you go back into the shop to find Aziraphale and Crowley looking very pink in the cheeks. You can’t help but smirk.

“All right, chaps?” You say in your best-terrible-British-accent. Aziraphale nods. Well good. Because you all have work to do.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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[feiandart]

"Crowley?" "Hmm?" "How long do you think it will continue to be this hot?" "According to the weather, at least until Sunday. Then the temperature should drop a bit," he peeks at him out of the corner of his eye, "why?" "When did you say you were going to town with Anathema?" "Probably Friday late morning. I'll be back before dinner, though." "Good," Aziraphale nods, lowering his gaze to the book and starting again to massaging Anthony's right buttock with strong fingers, but almost distracted gestures. "I advise against buying clothes that are too covering." The artist's eyes barely shine. "Did you have an idea for Saturday?" "Perhaps," whispers the Lord, unable to hold back a small smile. "And do you want it to be a surprise, or are you going to give me an idea of the scene you're thinking of?" "We can say," Aziraphale replies distractedly, trying to hide the amused air in his gaze, "that in heat like this it might be a good idea to have some ice on hand, don't you think, Anthony dear?" "Fuck yes!" Exclaims the artist, eyes wide and breath ragged. Aziraphale gives him a sly glance, not sparing himself a playful slap exactly where he was groping him before. "Language!" He scolds him. Anthony bursts out laughing, but anticipation bubbles up in his stomach.

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[e-rated-beardo]

So there's this bit in the last chapter of my post-S2 series, Nice And Ominous, where for Reasons™️, Crowley cannot be on the ground. So this ^ happens, and Aziraphale is Just Enough of A Bastard for a second.

And... look... this is a Big, Important Chapter, there's a judgement day and everything, and there are several Very Important Scenes that I'd decided earlier on I'd have a go at making cover art from. But

Grumpy Piggyback Demon

just spoke to me. It is TOO TEMPTING and so here I am after many, many hours, about sixteen false starts on the angel's blessed face, and having made a frightful mess of colouring/shading with physical pens (thank Someone I'd snapped the line art before I screwed it up) - having finished my first ink drawing in years. And it isn't bad.

The full series is at https://archiveofourown.org/series/3929932

(Az's little smirk heavily inspired by this drawing by @muffinpines because I love his Fond But Bastard expression in that picture)

#fanart #good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens fanfiction #india ink #WIP #just enough of a bastard #Crowley's hair is its own character in this picture #and I want his shoes (or-at-least-presumably-he-was-wearing-shoes) #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j. “im not going to piggyback ride you to the apocalypse” crowley #“I suppose I really am the Serpent-Bearer 😏” #Serpens and Ophiuchus #BECAUSE SNAKE OKAY #im funny #Grumpy Piggyback Demon™️

[dismaldonut]

Aziraphale and Crowley... But with Snapchat Filters.

I couldn't resist. It had to be done. Fitting as I'm a little drunk doing all of this. For the dolphins!!!!

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[bigfuns-stuff]

So you know how Neil can’t read or look at fanfics/fan-art cuz of legal reasons? I propose, when GO 3 is fully written with NO chance of rewrites. We bring Neil, on a silver platter, all the best fanfics and art we have that he unfortunately has not seen!!! (Maybe some explicit fics too we’ll see) 

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[gaiaseyes451]

A Little Life - Chapter 7 - Clarity

Rated: E, Words ~49k/~71k. 7/12 Chapters. Read the tags!

Chapter Excerpt (Read on AO3):

A chime rang to signal the lift’s arrival on the third story of the physician’s offices in the medical complex. Ezra laced their fingers together as they stepped out into the bright white hallway. They had always hated hospitals. The gleaming white floors were harsh and sterile rather than bright and buoying. Mass-produced paintings and photographs were deliberately spaced, displaying soulless images carefully selected to be neutral and calming, celebratory or conciliatory depending on the emotions of the viewer. Anthony wondered if hospitals and hotels purchased their artwork from the same supplier.

Even the floor-to-ceiling windows, intended to make the space feel more uplifting, managed somehow to filter out all of the warmth and comfort from the sunlight through their thick, industrial-strength, practical glass. Plastic and pleather chairs in too-dull-to-be-teal-but-too-bright-to-be-gray and mauve squeaked no matter how still he sat, no matter how carefully he shifted. He always worried he’d disturb someone’s grief if he perked up with joy, or mar someone’s joy as he sank into grief.

He wondered which way it would go for him and Ezra today.

*~*~*

Summary:

When Professor of Botany Anthony Crowley met bookshop owner Ezra Fell one November afternoon both knew their lives had irrevocably changed. From that moment forward, Anthony and Ezra’s existence was intertwined. Their story was written in the moments and memories they created as they moved through life’s chapters of coming together, building a family and facing the challenges of being human. This is a story of unconditional love and the joy and humour, obstacles and grief that inevitably come with choosing the same person, day after day, over and over and over again.

*~*~*

A huge thanks to @goodomensafterdark for the writers community. And an extra special thanks to @hakunahistata and @the-literal-kj for beta'ing this story. Finally, a huge thanks to @fuzzygoblin for the song prompt that inspired this work.

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[paperclipninja]

Still We Know Each Other So Well - Chapter 2

Rating: Explicit (though not for a few more chapters)

A few months ago, there was a comment on Tumblr that there are ponderings about what would happen if Aziraphale or Crowley's memory was wiped, but what if both their memories were wiped?

This is a story of that what if.

Chapter Summary: A little over a week had passed, yet barely an hour went by when Aziraphale wasn’t thinking of Crowley. AKA: let's start to warm up that pining tag.

Excerpt:

A little over a week had passed, yet barely an hour went by when Aziraphale wasn’t thinking of Crowley.  Every time he stepped out of his building, he searched the street for a flash of red or a distinctive swagger. He found a reason to stop by the small supermarket each afternoon in the hope it might be part of Crowley’s regular route, but there was no sign of the man. 

It was pathetic really, Aziraphale thought to himself. Behaving like a teenager with a crush and going out of his way to try and run into this virtual stranger— to what? Catch one more glimpse? Have a polite exchange before going their separate ways, the whole pitiful cycle starting again? He knew it was a sad and futile game but the truth was, Aziraphale was often lonely and something about this felt… different.  

Lying in bed each night—somewhere between exhaling into the comfort of crisp sheets and plush pillows and the muting of his surrounds just before dreams began—Aziraphale found himself filled with a yearning so great that he was certain it might crush every breath of air right out of him. It gripped his heart and made it ache for a man he had spent less than an hour with and knew nothing about.

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Never-ending thanks to my glorious beta @harlotofupdog and the lovely, supportive @goodomensafterdark goblins

#good omens fanfiction #good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable idiots #ineffable dorks #good omens fanfic

[darkfiguresstuff]

Batter go to the bar and meet Freddie!!!

href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/55

Art by: @getwood-duck

Summary:

“It's no good drinking alone, where's the fun? Well, tell me why are you sad?” With these words, Freddie moved to the chair next to Crowley.

“I quarreled with an angel, now he won’t want to see me for the next hundred years.” the demon hummed, not even trying to hide the facts.

Mercury laughed, considering it a joke.

“I don't think you have that much time.”

“You can't even imagine.” Crowley said.

“So what happened, darling?”

“Do you call everyone that?”…

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[maggiehoneybite]

(Posting again because apparently some people didn't get the notification. Apologies if I've spammed you twice. Oh, Tumblr, I don't think I'll ever get the hang of you.)

A new fic in the Montreal Confidential series is now up! Read White Lace and Promises here.

Two years after the events of Montreal Confidential, Crowley has been hired to play at a fancy society wedding. This means a weekend away at a posh hotel for him and Aziraphale – something they’re both looking forward to. It should be pure fun, but the occasion dredges up complicated feelings. And meanwhile, Crowley’s colleague, Eric, keeps casting flirty looks in Crowley’s direction.

Or find the whole Montreal Confidential series here.

@elfscribe @copperplatebeech @twilightcitysky @seedsofwinter @flantasticclaude @anerea-lantiria @ashfae @siriosa @andromeda4004 @sarahthecoat @thebyrchentwigges @voluptatiscausa @cassandralie @pineappleonbread @bildadthemidwife @naefelldaurk @susanwhynow @badaziraphaletakes @sgam76 @hawt-pants-exe @aint-no-thoughts-here @dragonnan @i-must-confess-i-am-an-idiot

#good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #montreal confidential #good omens human au #please do reblog

[springofviolets]

Water into Wet Clay: Chapter 1

CW: Rated E for graphic sexual content; angst

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley escaped Armageddon Round Two 5 days ago, and they’ve spent nearly every minute in bed since then. How do two occult beings with millennia of trauma and repressed desire navigate their new freedom together?

Review for this chapter: “I am full of angst. But with hope. But also I laughed along the way. So I'm confused about how to feel but in the best possible way” – @secretlywingedphantom

Excerpt:

“Think I’m obsessed with this,” Crowley observed as he leaned back against the headboard. “Oh. Is that a problem?” Aziraphale replied simply, without sounding the slightest bit concerned about the possibility.  “Not sure. Never been obsessed with anything before, I don’t think.” Crowley stared off into the air thoughtfully for a moment. “Can’t imagine why it would be though. It’s not like there’s anything more important to do, is there.” “Not a thing,” murmured Aziraphale with a placid smile. Crowley admired the object of his obsession laid out on the crisp cotton sheets of the bed. Every inch of his skin wore the sheen of half-dried spit, various marks across it a red that would fade into bruising, some already blue-black. Someone who caught sight of him without context might think an overly-ambitious predator with worn teeth had tried to eat him but came up short, failing to find a spot with enough give anywhere to sink their teeth in all the way. The comparison was frankly ridiculous and it made Crowley laugh, a sudden uproarious peal.  At this Aziraphale narrowed his eyes, understandably a bit put off by the laughter without any of the context provided by Crowley’s imagination; laughter he’d broken into while gazing at him in the nude, no less. “Whatever is so funny, my dear?” he demanded, tone admonishing. All Crowley could muster in his state to soothe Aziraphale’s discontent was an unyielding arm wrapped around his waist and a compliment whispered into his ear. “Can’t help the obsession, in any case. You’re too bloody hot to put down.”

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Deepest appreciation for my marvelous beta readers of @whickberstreetwriters: @the-literal-kj, @playdohangel, @azeutreciathewicked, @secretlywingedphantom, and Ro_Fell

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