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[tweedfeather]

Papa Aziraphale 💕

These are illustrations for my fic Good Expectations, which is now complete. Mind the rating and tags!

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[blairamok]

You hear that? Ineffable May is nigh! That’s right— this month long daily prompt event dedicated to Good Omens… is back. Participate using art, writing, cosplay, or any other craft at your disposal.

Ao3 Collection

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[nosferatini]

[🎙️Podfic] Geminids - A “Teach Me” Side Story

By @nosferatini

The lovely NooRose93 and incredibly talented @gahellhimself-blog allowed me to make a podfic of this beautiful story of brotherly love!

Listen to the Geminids Podfic! 🎧

Featuring little Nosling as the voice of baby Crowley 👶🏻

(Note: No babies went underfed or uncuddleld in the making of this podfic!)

Geminids is a side story for GaHell's wonderful "Teach Me" comic, written by NooRose93. Read Geminids - A Teach Me side story on AO3!

Please support GaHell on his Patreon and Instagram!

**Summary:**

Loki and Crowley are there for each other through thick and thin. This is a story of how they met and became brothers.

Special thanks to my beta listeners @kunigun and @outrageousring5655 ♥️ as well as the @goodomensafterdark and @whickberstreetwriters communities for all the love and support in making this podfic.

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[feiandart]

"I am satisfied where it counts, Azriel." Aziraphale looks at him questioningly. Anthony presses his lips to his forehead. A kiss where it counts.

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[gaiaseyes451]

A Little Life - Chapter 9 - Dreams & Reality

Rated: E, Words ~59k/~71k. 9/12 Chapters. Read the tags!

OMG Look at this amazing illustration @fuzzygoblin made for this chapter! I have stared at this gorgeousness for so long, and I love the three little easter eggs (angel wings, a nightingale and a Bentley symbol) she's hidden in here. *Melts* thank you so much!! <3

Chapter Excerpt (Read on AO3):

Anthony wandered, no obvious destination or intention in his direction. He stopped to pluck a gardenia blossom, freed the sweet potato vine in one of the planters that had entangled itself in a neighbouring boxwood, played with the snapdragons—gently pulling open the petals and allowing them to spring shut. In the fading light Ezra could not help but see the deepening lines around his eyes and mouth—laughs lines warring with those from frowns and scowls. Despite always having been tall and lean Anthony had never looked thin but his slender frame was beginning to hint at delicacy. The willowy, lithe limbs that had once been equal measures graceful and gangly now displayed the onset of frailty. The sharp wit and unapologetic curiosity that had once ignited his amber eyes was becoming a rare treat instead of a reliable companion.

Sparks where there had once been fire.

He had aged so far beyond his years, so unjustifiably fast.

How long until embers, and then, ashes?

The soft click of the door behind Ezra opening startled him. Adam and Evelyn stepped out onto the terrace and stood on each side of him, crossing their arms behind his back.

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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.

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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

#mind the tags #human au #good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens 2 #good omens fic #good omens after dark #aziraphale #crowley #writers of after dark #best beta's ever!

[cemeteryangel725]

Folding the Laundry: A Good Omens Ineffable Wives Fic by CemeteryAngel725

Thank you so much for @shipper-of-all-things for the cover design collaboration and for all of the brainstorming help with this fic!

Rated E, 6,817 words

Read on AO3 here!

Summary:

Two single moms, one basket of laundry, and a bottle of wine. Azira and Toni have been best friends since middle school, but they’re about to find out that they don’t know every single thing about each other, at least not just yet.

Excerpt:

They were quiet for a minute, and Azira thought the subject had dropped, but when Toni got off on a tangent, she usually ended up following it to its logical conclusion. “We really should all be dating each other. We’re all smart, hot, and we take care of our own shit. We’d be unstoppable.”

Azira chose her words carefully. “It would be rather efficient.”

Toni smirked. “It would! So uh, let me know if you’re ever looking for a wife. I clean up after myself, am excellent at meal prep, and am very good in bed. Well, actually, I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to women, but neither do you, so we could figure it out together.” She poured them each another glass of wine and took a big gulp.

That wasn’t exactly true. There had been that one week back in sophomore year of college, when Toni thought Azira was at the library, but she was actually spending many illuminating hours in Shax’s single room down on the first floor. But Shax hadn’t been interested in anything serious, had found Azira rather stuffy, she thought. And then Azira had met Gabriel and following that path to its natural conclusion seemed like the simplest route.

Besides, the only woman that Azira had ever really wanted, the long-limbed redhead sitting beside her on the sofa, had always given off the impression that she was solidly, resolutely straight.

But Azira didn’t say any of this. Instead, she raised an eyebrow and answered archly, “I’ll take your proposal under advisement, dear.”

This fic was written in celebration of WAMEN WEEK over at @goodomensafterdark! Happy 8008 everyone!

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[tismrot]

MY 1991 FIC IS BEING PRINTED & BOUND

@amagnificentobsession liked it so much they want to... BIND IT, I can't believe it, it's such an honor. (No, not making any money from this.) I started writing it six months ago, and finished it in early March, I think... And as (before this) I hadn't written anything worth mentioning since, what, 2011, I couldn't let it be printed before I went through it first. And boy, there were a LOT of embarrassing mistakes and errors and grammatical knots that I hope I've managed to untangle without rewriting the whole thing. Link to the revised, edited, BETTER version HERE. THANK YOU SO MUCH, @amagnificentobsession, you're one of the reasons this fandom is starting to feel like family <3

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[plumbum-art]

❤️ VALENTIN'S FIC UPDATE ❤️

Wanna be with you everywhere by @moonyinpisces @saglaophonos and @plumbum-art

It’s their first Valentine's Day as that sort of couple, and Aziraphale and Crowley are determined to do as humans do. Five times London finds a way to ruin their perfect night, and the one time a perfect night finds them.

CHAPTER 2 - WOULDN'T IT BE NICE

Summary: Crowley picks up Aziraphale for their human date on the human holiday, to which nothing extraordinary happens.

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[siobhans-world]

Soooooo, I did some art to celebrate reaching the smutty part of my Good Omens Human AU fic - Telling tall tales.

OMG smut is hard to write when you're much more of a reader than a writer haha

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[ravenmelon]

Angel of the Eastern Gate (and a certain snake)

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[tweedfeather]

Let’s dance ✨

This is an illustration for my fic Good Expectations, which is now complete.

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[sapphic-bats]

Warlock asks Nanny about it once.

She’s cutting apples for him, just the way he likes, and he’s gazing out of the window at the lush, green gardens that his mother so proudly upholds. Among the waxy leaves and spindly saplings, Brother Francis tends to the flora carefully, though Warlock’s quite sure he’s just taking certain leaves between his finger and his thumb, and studying them closely. But what did Warlock know about gardening?

He notices Nanny looking out those windows, too. Though she always gazes and stares with a deep intent, as if she only cares when she does, and it so happens that she never looks upon the garden empty.

What was that funny thing Nanny and Brother Francis had taught him? The thing that Nanny discouraged, to which Brother Francis promoted quite devoutly?

“Nanny, have you ever been married?”

Warlock knows what marriage is. After all, his parents are married, if you can call it that. They married, once, out of love. But it’s since faded. It’s more traditional, now. Out of convenience and a general apathy to trying again.

Nanny’s quick hand stills, blade edge flat against the cutting board. With her back turned to the young boy, he cannot make out her expression. He never can, what with her poised shades she wears pointedly upon her nose. But she speaks soon again.

“No,” she replies, simply.

Warlock considers this. “Do you ever want to be?”

Nanny, who had taken up the cutting again, pauses once more. She sets the knife against the board and tilts her chin towards Warlock. “Wherever have you learned such personal questions, dear?”

She’s not refusing to answer him. She never has. She just asks in true curiosity, and perhaps a slight avoidance. But Warlock’s eight, now, and he knows how to navigate her tricks.

“Where do you think?”

At that, she pauses, lips pursed with their consistent purple tint. The lipstick she wears, that faintly stains Warlock’s forehead when she kisses him goodnight and tucks him in after a bedtime story: often about a garden, or a bird that chirped too loudly, and was cast down to the ground by the other birds. One who became the kind bird of the grounds, and took in other reject birds that had fallen similarly.

She considers his answer a moment more, satisfied with the obvious influence she’s had on him. She turns back to the apple slices.

“Perhaps,” she answers.

There is quiet for a moment. He doesn’t mind, he’s grown up with Nanny at his side, and has become quite fond of the silence. It is where thoughts are made, she said once.

She finishes cutting the apples, and plates the sweet snack to serve to the boy. “What troubles you, dear? You seem awfully curious, all of the sudden.”

Not that she minds. Nanny never rejects curiosity.

“Nothing’s wrong, Nanny, it’s just—” he pauses, considers his next words and how to place them. “You look at Brother Francis a lot, and—”

Nanny interrupts him after an audible, suspicious gulp. “Who?”

He frowns, eyes boring into the back of her head. “You know Brother Francis.”

She seems quite comically nervous, like she’s pressed a wax-seal act over her true thoughts. “Oh, yes,” she decides, too much breath coming with her words. “The gardener.”

“You like him, Nanny.”

She turns, abruptly. “I most certainly do not!” Her voice comes out a tad shrill, though perhaps it’s just outrage and scandal.

Warlock narrows his eyes, perplexed. “But you look at him all of the time.”

“When has that ever had anything to do with- with love?” She struggles with the word.

The boy shrugs. “Mum and Dad don’t look at each other,” Warlock observes. “But Brother Francis looks for you, too.”

Nanny’s mouth, ready with a retort, or perhaps a counter-argument, flicks towards a different shape. One that might be, he does? Or perhaps Warlock is mistaken. She pauses, lips pursed again, and sets her teeth.

“I’m sure he does, love.”

The plate is set before him, and Warlock soon forgets his questions. He never asks Nanny again.

But he’s reminded of it when her eyes, barely visible in the light, flick towards the window into the dazzling garden.

Years later, Warlock is nearly sixteen, and has since let the thoughts from half his lifetime ago fade. They never die, just sort of… wait. Wait to be plucked again, notes of memory leaping from their tinny strings. Like a harp.

His mother takes him into town. Soho, where he has no interest in seeing, but his mother so desperately needs a new vinyl, a coffee, and though she never says it: a moment to get away from the house, or more specifically, her husband within it.

She agrees to let him wander. She trusts him, for all she hasn’t before. And perhaps, she says, the fresh, un-televised air could do him some good.

He’s only taken two steps out of the coffee shop, where his mother remains to await her tea, before he almost runs smack into two pedestrians, arm in arm. He takes a surprised jump back, tongue set with an angry scolding, when he gets a good look at them from behind.

“Nanny?”

They both freeze in unison, as if they both know the name, and the voice that has conjured it forth once more for the first time in five years. Warlock notices something else.

“Brother Francis?” He prods, shocked. “Izzat you?”

Both of the two now turn, and everything around the three fades into blurring colors and churning noises.

Warlock would be a rotten liar if he had said he hadn’t missed them dearly. He would also be a lousy boy if he didn’t recognize them by the backs of their heads alone, he thinks. Because he would know them anywhere. They’d always done a much better job at raising him than his own parents.

They both look different now. Brother Francis seems to have had dental work done, and has cleaned up quite nicely. Nanny, though, appears to have changed her style completely. Her- his? Their? Who knows. But she still sports a fine pair of shades upon the bridge of her nose.

The pair seem to stutter, splutter with a little awestruck surprise. It’s as if they’d never expected to see him again.

“Oh- Warlock,” Nanny Ashtoreth begins, feigning a cool-headed surprise. “How good to see you.”

She sounds different too. Less of a high strain on her voice, more natural.

But Warlock seems to finally feel a gear shift, and a puzzle piece clicks into place. He glances down to the space between the two, where their arms are linked.

In his dumbfounded state, he feels a smile split the trance.

They both see it at the same time, chins tilting to follow his gaze. When they catch where his eyes are, their stares mingle together in concern. It’s a look that wonders aloud whether or not they should be worried, or blatant.

Warlock looks back up to their faces. “I see now why you two left,” he adds, grinning wider.

He can’t help it. He was right all along.

Warlock remembers something, then. It takes all of his power not to burst out into a triumphant laugh.

“I’m sure he does,” he says, slyly.

Nanny’s eyes, illuminated from behind with daylight, widen. She remembers, too. Of course she does.

And she bites back a twinning smile.

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[viv-spn]

(Human) Crowley’s eyes in “What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding)” by @charlottemadison42

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[foolishlovers]

Where a Canvas Blooms by foolishlovers

It’s an Arrangement. Aziraphale knows this. He knows a lot of things, and others he doesn’t, but the most important things, he knows. He knows that the cheeky redhead in his arms smiles and purrs when he runs his fingers through his hair, knows that Crowley’s hands are rough from working outside, knows the softness of his heart. Aziraphale doesn’t know he’s in love with Crowley until he does. But it’s just an Arrangement. Is it? Part 1 of The Cuddle Arrangement

word count: 3.8k rating: T relevant tags: Human AU, Trans Aziraphale, Trans Crowley, Touch-Starved Aziraphale, Touch-Starved Crowley, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Cuddling & Snuggling, Comfort, Pining art by the wonderful @omens-for-ophelia

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[vavoom-sorted-art]

Sleight Of Hand - Chapter 1: The Pledge

@moonyinpisces and I proudly present Chapter 1 of “Sleight Of Hand”: The Pledge!

Read on Ao3 (with extra Comic pages!)

Early release of comic pages as well as sketches and uncensored Versions on my Patreon.

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“It’s our last night on Earth,” Crowley says, voice wrung together in chapped, rusted parts. “Six thousand years of this. Of never– of not getting to– *eurgh!”* Uncaring of the styling, Crowley runs frantic hands through his hair, mussing it up in tight, torturous fists. “Six thousand years. And it’s a bloody *photograph* that does us in.” 

His eyes are golden, molten in the warm, ambient light. The pulse at his long, taut neck is fluttering like a trapped bird, the skin there thin, delicate. “Hm,” Aziraphale says distractedly, without thinking too much of it. “I’d always thought it would’ve been what we’d got up to at Job’s.”

Crowley zeroes in on Aziraphale, at that point. All of this has been musings to himself, of attacks towards nobody in particular. Perhaps God. Most likely God. But now he’s not looking at God, and he’s looking at Aziraphale instead. It sets Aziraphale on edge, prickles the angelic sense at the back of his neck. It quickens his pulse, settles the heat of his body decidedly southward. But more than that, perhaps most of all; it makes Aziraphale be as reminded of Crowley’s human body as he is of his own, at this exact moment. 

The demon takes a step forward. Aziraphale, a stuttered step back. His fingers are curled into the top of his opposite sleeve, tips brushing the edge of the polaroid he’d nearly grabbed.

“Calm down, Crowley,” he says waveringly. 

“Calm *down?*” Crowley repeats quietly, dangerously. He’s looking Aziraphale in the eye, now. He’s looking nowhere else. 

Another step. Forward, back. Aziraphale licks his lips. 

“It’s all going to be alright, my dear boy,” he tries. He clears his throat, shifts his fingers further into his sleeve. “You see–”

He’s cut off. Quick as a flash, Crowley’s gripping him around the shoulders, shoves him back so his arse is pressed to the lip of the vanity, the lit-up mirror alighting him from behind. Aziraphale’s arms draw up around the demon’s shoulders in surprise. There’s nowhere else to go, no more steps to take. The look in Crowley’s eye speaks of a hunger all-too-familiar to Aziraphale. Reminiscent of meat, of basements, of languishing drunkenly at the end of another man’s Earth. Behind Crowley’s head, Aziraphale has the photograph clenched in one hand. 

“Crowley,” Aziraphale whispers. 

“Don’t–” Crowley’s expression is fierce, desperate. “Don’t say *anything–*” 

Aziraphale opens his mouth to say something else.

*“Angel.”* Crowley makes a desperate sort of sound, and then their lips are pressed together, and Aziraphale freezes altogether. 

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[iamyourdensityy]

OUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH 😫

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