I'm trying to avoid GO Discourse these days but I have to say, after watching the whole sequences of Crowley talking Aziraphale into helping him stop Armageddon for the millionth time, I will never understand the argument that Aziraphale wasn't actually bothered about the world ending until Crowley pointed out all the things he would miss out on (restaurants, nice music, etc).
Yes, they did talk about those things, because that kind of banter is just. How they always talk about stuff. But it seems pretty clear that Aziraphale was always just as bothered as Crowley about the idea of the world ending, and for the same reasons. He jumped on board with the plan as soon as Crowley came up with a way for him to: (1) convince himself that it could very well be part of the divine plan for him to help prevent Armageddon, and (2) maintain plausible deniability to Heaven about his actions.
It's not that he didn't care about saving the world, he very much did! He just needed a way around his own mental blocks before he could act.
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*clears throat* (I typed throats by accident, let the record show that I have only one throat) (*little red riding hood wolf voice* all the better to deepthroat you with, my dear Crowley)
Good Omens fandom and maggots and those who are both, we have converted many to our cult fandom of this wonderful show. I should probably state here that I am on the shady sideblog of @weirdly-specific-but-ok, my main blog. Uh. Yes. Hi.
As Mascot of the fandom, I would like to congratulate you all on your efforts towards this worthy cause, and cheers to everyone who finds a post with a new good omens fan/someone who hasn't watched the show and instantly tags me so I can destroy the OP's sanity. Wahoo!
Now, one fan of this show, however, is in a certain river of Egypt. Who is this fan in denial? Well, many of you maggots know and love @random-doctor-on-the-internet, Ash, for those who've seen them on the server.
Now Ash here has made several beautiful fanarts of Crowley, quotes Good Omens more than I do, wears three lovely Good Omens pins, has a corner of their wall devoted to Good Omens, has engaged in many discussions of Good Omens, is a fan of Neil's work, and married the Good Omens Mascot (yours truly) ten times.
AND YET: THEY INSIST THEY ARE NOT A GOOD OMENS FAN.
They said they would admit to being a fan if I made a public apology for calling them Aziraphale-coded, when they believe they are more Beelzebub coded or Anathema coded.
Let the record state that I am doing no such thing. What I am pointing out is the fact that they agreed, essentially, that they are a good omens fan, the only thing keeping them from admitting it is whether or not I make the apology.
I'm simply presenting the facts to you, the People, about Ash's affair with Good Omens. Now. Is Ash a Good Omens fan?
@arkytiorlecter @howmanyholesinswisscheese @queermarzipan what do we think?
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Being some recs for fics set after Good Omens S2
Tether
Ginger_Cat, Words: 44,562
Aziraphale, Supreme Archangel of the Heavenly Host, is just minding his own business. Really. It's not like he's trying to get summoned to Earth during highly important archangelic duties. And Crowley's not trying to summon him, he swears, but somehow it still keeps happening...
Now, if they could only figure out why?
We Can't Keep Meeting Like This
Ginger_Cat, Words: 65,450
Once a year, Aziraphale and Crowley meet on Earth to discuss the development of the reincarnated Christ child.
The problem is, they can't stop having sex instead.
What You Leave Behind (or, A.J. Crowley, Bookseller Extrodinaire)
chubbytransboi, Words: 50,733
“Are you a bookseller too?”
“Not even at gunpoint.”
After The Promotion, Crowley finds himself as the proprietor of A.Z. Fell and Co. (Emphasis on the ‘Co.’)
Or: new jobs, new friends, and new ways of healing. And a LOT of sticky notes.
of truth, of light, of good
sideraclara, Words: 75,179
Crowley will save Earth alone if he has to.
Factory Settings
Anonymous, Words: 106,998
Crowley gets reinstated as an angel.
and though i burn, how could i fall? (when i am lifted by every word you say to me)
shadoweddepths, Words: 24,699
Five times Aziraphale and Crowley argue, and the one time they don't.
But You, My Dear, Are An Ocean
megzseattle, Words: 76,895
After Aziraphale's defection, Crowley tries to figure out how to live life for himself.
don't let this darkness fool you
mygalfriday (BrinneyFriday), Words: 23,887
Lurching to his feet, Crowley stumbles through his flat in the dark – tripping over empty whiskey bottles and clothes he’d stripped out of and never bothered to pick up again. Heart pounding, he throws open the door. And the bottom drops abruptly out from beneath him. It feels like falling all over again – except from so much higher up than he’d ever been the first time. This is worse. This is so much worse because it isn’t him. It’s Aziraphale.
Endless, Numbered
contritecactite, Words: 48,244
Crowley knows where he's not wanted—or, rather, where he was wanted but didn't want to go and is now no longer wanted—so he takes off until he finds a place that doesn't matter. Yet. It starts to matter quite a bit just around the time that Muriel reaches out to him about a book in Aziraphale's old shop that doesn't seem to be acting quite right.
A medium-burn sort-of fix-it told partially through Aziraphale's recent diary entries in which nothing terribly dramatic happens because they've had enough of that.
freshly disowned in some frozen devotion (no more alone or myself could i be)
shadoweddepths, Words: 22,379
Aziraphale rejects the Metatron's offer and chooses Crowley instead. Crowley helps him through the aftermath.
mourning doves``
sleepyimpulse, Words: 22,686
“I’m sorry,” he registered himself saying between heaving sobs. “I’m so sorry, Crowley, I’m so sorry. Forgive me, please, please forgive me.”
He hadn’t meant to say it like that, he knew the words were all wrong (he would never find the right ones). But the pain was coming at him in every direction and something, something had to give, and so he clung to Crowley like a life preserver.
Crowley bent his body over Aziraphale’s and slowly, surely, pressed a kiss to his bloodied forehead.
“I can’t,” he whispered, and Aziraphale went unconscious.
pieces of you
blackeyedblonde, Words: 18,348
“Crowley,” Aziraphale whispers, hand mindlessly grappling for the golden clasp secured at his throat. “What have you done?”
“What I’ve always wanted,” Crowley says flatly, clutching the baby close against his bare chest. “You made your choice, angel. And I made a few of my own.”
“Whose,” Aziraphale starts to say, and then can’t speak for a moment while something visceral moves through him. “Whose child are they? Other than yours, I mean.”
“Look at her for yourself,” Crowley says, drawing his dark wing up just enough that Aziraphale can gaze at the newborn without feathers blocking the lamplight glowing behind them. “You haven’t even been gone for a year—don’t tell me you suddenly can’t recognize one of your own.”
Touch my Tears with Your Lips
IneffableDoll, Words: 27,217
The emptiness of Heaven is punishment itself, a torture for a very Earthly angel. He has no power. The Metatron lied to him. Crowley is somewhere else. Aziraphale is alone.
When he eventually escapes back to Earth – where he belongs – Aziraphale and Crowley have a lot to work through, even after averting the Second Coming, a renewed attempt at taking away all they hold dear. They need to be gentle with each other’s fragile, fractured hearts and together, figure out how to love one another the way they’ve long wished to.
A story of trauma, healing, and love. So, so much love.
Light the Corners of my Mind
cyankelpie, Words: 25,897
Aziraphale, thirty-eighth order scrivener—at least, that's who they told him he was—wakes up from some perfectly normal memory loss to find a cryptic note written on his hand. The further he goes in his search for answers, the more questions he has. Will he ever learn why he was demoted to a desk job? Or how he'd managed to collect enough books to open a bookshop? Or why that familiar red-haired demon on Earth seems to be avoiding him?
Devotion, grace and other small miracles
Chrissy22, Words: 4,343
Seven months after the events of Season 2, Crowley gets a phone call from a panicking Muriel.
journeys end in lovers' meeting
terpsichorean, Words: 48,137
With the Second Coming averted and Aziraphale back on Earth, all Crowley wanted was a return to the way things used to be, before he confessed his feelings and kissed his best friend in what may be the most unsuccessful love confession of all time. In an effort to cheer an equally miserable Aziraphale, the two of them leave London to attend a murder mystery party in an old country estate. But things quickly go wrong and someone ends up dead. It's up to Aziraphale and Crowley to save the other guests from whatever dangers lurk within the manor. And maybe, Crowley will gather the courage to ask the one question he’s not sure he wants answered: why did Aziraphale come back?
nebula 231080
starklystar, Words: 33,710
Philosophers liked to pose the question, observation against perception: If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?
Aziraphale would argue that sound was something witnessed, and Crowley would argue that if sound had to be witnessed, then why was virtue unwitnessed a nobler thing?
But first, Crowley would point out that he himself had fallen, alone and without witness, and it had bloody fucking hurt.
I'm the treasure baby, I'm the prize
stereobone, Words: 9,405
"Are you working for Mrs. Sandwich?" Nina asks.
"No," Crowley says. "Well, yes. Well, define 'working'."
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