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aziraphales-library · 6 months

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Hi! By the time this posts, it should be well beyond the debut of the second series, so I hope you all are doing okay! I am ISO crossovers with small or obscure fandoms which might be more difficult to search. I enjoy recs from popular crossovers as well! But sometimes there’s only one fic in a category which can get buried, and I’m specifically looking for that random good omens- tiny-fandom crossover where someone picks up one of their obscure old fav and creates something exciting with their love for good omens. Thank you kindly!

Hello! This was actually a lot of fun to search for! There's no 'easy' way to do it, but if you want to go hunting yourself I recommend using AO3 to filter out the popular crossover fandoms by adding them to the 'tags to exclude' list and just browsing through what's left. These aren't all necessarily small fandoms, but they don't have loads of crossovers with Good Omens. I'm recommending these ones simply because they sound fun and I want to read them myself!...

Perfect Books by risky_writing (G)

When Ted was looking for a book to perfectly communicate what he needed to each of his players, he found himself in the most peculiar bookstore in London. But, it sure is a swell place.

The lovers, the dreamers, and me by hapax (G)

A frog with a dream. An angel with an assignment. A pig with regrets. A demon with a mission. The crossover that nobody asked for, but everybody needs.

Hell and Back by anticyclone (T)

"Perhaps we could assist you with the …subjugation… of this angel," Winifred suggested, which made Crowley groan again and Anathema cringe. Aziraphale just rolled his eyes. "You see, I still have a connection to my Book, and I need to bring it back to Hell with me." "This book? With the eyeball?" Crowley looked at it, and then up at Aziraphale, who smiled at him. The demon turned back to Winifred. "That's not happening." The Sanderson sisters have been in Hell for some three hundred years and have still not had the pleasure of being introduced to Satan. But Winifred thinks she has a way to rectify that, if only she can get her hands on her Book. Luckily, some angel put it on an unprotected shelf, where it's able to find itself a witch.

Ineffable Dogma by ThetaSigma (E)

Aziraphale and Crowley find out there is apparently a massive plot threatening all of creation. With a bit of experience stopping the End of Everything, they set off to make sure nothing goes wrong. Which is a good thing, as no one told Bethany & Co what was really at stake. In the end, it takes all of them -- Bethany & Co and the Ineffable Husbands -- to fix this. *** Bethany has the feeling, on and off, since they left the club with the shit demon, that they’re being watched. Oh, she knows that both Heaven and Hell are watching their actions pretty fucking closely, really, but it doesn’t feel like that. It’s like someone, maybe several someones, are following them, following her. She catches glimpses, sometimes. Of red hair, or a scowl, or white hair, or a cherubic face wreathed in disappointment. But it’s gone as quickly as it came and she’s left doubting if it ever happened.

"So Fetch" Omens by IneffableAlien (T)

After sixteen years of van life with her religious hippie parents, homeschooled Azi is enrolled in public school for the first time.

The Divine at the Warfront by creativeimagination206 (T)

In the throes of the Korean War, Aziraphale is sent to a mobile medical unit near the front to address the sudden influx of prayer from that area. With Crowley by his side, the angel must determine and straighten out the cause of the heaven-sent pleas, all while navigating the unfamiliar territory of the 4077th and the rather eccentric cast of characters that await them.

The Starting Hinge by lucky_spike (T)

When a rare book collector is mysteriously killed, DI Barnaby and DS Winter are on the case. Meanwhile, the question of what will become of the victim's extensive library stirs a small group of rare books collectors into a furor. Who can be trusted? - This is predominantly a Good Omens fanfic with some Midsomer Murders thrown in just because I could do it and I wanted to. Contains death of an OC and (obvs) murder and attempts thereof. Nothing gory, though, so party on.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #crossover #human au #mod d

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lunaslashsea · 3 years

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Crossover Fanfic Recs

The Addams Family/Harry Potter

'Family Values' by Ishtar Petunia Dursley discovers that taking care of two small boys is too much for her, so she passes the guardianship of Harry Potter over to a distant relative — Morticia Addams. With Harry growing up in a very different type of Family, Dumbledore desperately tries to get him back. But the Harry Potter who finally arrives at Hogwarts, along with his "cousins" Pugsley and Wednesday, will be nothing like what Dumbledore expects.

The Addams Family/Rise of the Guardians

'Nightmares for Christmas' by Neyiea Not all children are happy that their nightmares have disappeared, and as such North finds himself receiving a very unexpected letter several days before Christmas.

Big Hero 6/The Martian

'Big Hero Martian' by althor42 There would have been no rescue for Mark, if NASA had not noticed he was still alive. Unless of course, a certain Big Hero noticed instead.

Big Hero 6/Marvel

'Magnets for Trouble' by PitViperOfDoom Months after Callaghan's downfall, Hiro receives a surprise in the mail: a special invitation to this year's Stark Expo. With Fred for company, he leaves the protection of the city temporarily in the hands of the rest of the team and flies across the country to meet the man with twice the brains and bank account of Alistair Krei and several times the infamy.

But of course, it can't be that simple, can it? Really, after how his last expo went, he should have seen this coming.

Bleach/Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

'Teamwork for Hire' by junko After the defeat of Aizen, Ichigo has lost his superpowers but not his skills so he's been hiring himself out to any sports team looking for a strong player. When Nagisa Hazuki approaches Ichigo to join the Iwatobi High School Swimming Club, something piques Ichigo's interest…

Bleach/Harry Potter

'Crazy=Genius' series by blackkat Minerva McGonagall isn't about to let Harry go back to the Dursleys after his first year. She finds an alternative, and along the way, Bazzard Black finds that he might have more family left than he'd ever thought.

'Lost Boys' by glacis After the Triwizard fiasco, Harry leaves Britain behind for a new life. Uryuu befriends Ichigo at a much younger age. Sirius escapes. Points converge and lost boys find a family. Isshin fails. So does Ryuuken. Kisuke finds a friend. Ukitake covers and cleans up. Fate changes.

'There May Be Some Collateral Damage' by metisket Ichigo's been ordered to go undercover at a magic school to bodyguard a kid named Harry Potter, and this would be fine, except that he's about as good at bodyguarding as he is at magic. And he considers it a good day, magic‐wise, if he hasn't set anything on fire.

Bleach/Hunger Games

'Storm the World with Reckless Abandon' by SSAerial So due to one of Urahara's failed experiments that Ichigo unluckily got a full blast of (because life hates him and trouble is attracted to him like a clingy fangirl he could do without), Ichigo ends up in a dystopian universe where people take perverse pleasure in watching kids fight to the death. Which just, no. So Panem now has to deal with a pissed of Ichigo who's determined to stop the Hunger Games and pummel Snow to the ground. And Panem doesn't have a snowball chance in hell in stopping him.

Bleach/Lord of the Rings

'Behold the Flowing Years' by Straight‐Outta‐Hobbiton Ichigo escapes his dimension to start anew, away from the memories of death and friendships past that he can't seem to put to rest. Rohan is a beautiful country, and Théoden is a good king, but evil only grows stronger within the borders of Mordor, and Ichigo finds himself once more forced to protect those whom he has grown to love.

Bleach/Marvel

'Foreign Recruit' by SSAerial Ichigo doesn't know where to start. He has no friends, no family, no personal attachments to the world he got dumped into. The Soul King never specified what he was supposed to do in a world where technology is ahead of its time and aliens and secret governments exist. As for the people he has to deal with… Well, it isn't like he hasn't dealt with colorful personalities before.

Bleach/Naruto

'All My Ghosts are at Rest' series by Zakad An older Ichigo and Uryu leave Soul Society and all its problems behind to search for the near-mythical homeland of a particular Shiba ancestor. They find the Elemental Countries and one little boy who is desperate need of a family.

'Bite' by blackkat Orochimaru and his sons crash‐land in Karakura. Soul Society is most definitely not prepared for what's coming.

'A New Home' by Rain1701 In an effort to save her life and freedom, Hitsugaya Toshiro winds up landing head‐first in the Naruto universe two months before the start of canon. Not much stays the same after that.

'Soul of Fire' by Zeionia aka Disturbed After being betrayed by Soul Society, Ichigo and his sisters leave Karakura behind to find shelter with the remains of their grandfather's clan in the Land of Fire. Instead of the peaceful life they were hoping for, they reach Konoha just as a new danger appears to threaten the Uzumaki. Heart‐broken and tired of fighting, will Ichigo be able to protect his sisters and his new home?

Bleach/Stargate

'Stardust' by Vathara What if some Alterans found another way to survive the Wraith? Five thousand years before the Stargate opens, contact with creatures of energy changes the way of life for an Alteran colony…

Card Captor Sakura/Harry Potter

'Cardcaptor Harry' by LunaStorm In which both Albus Dumbledore and Clow Reed would have done well to remember that there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in any philosophy… or predicted by the most imprecise branch of magic…

Doctor Who/Marvel

'Alien Taskforce' by TheSovereigntyofReality Just because S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers didn't listen to Tony after the Battle of New York, it doesn't mean no one did.

Downton Abbey/Marvel

'Tony Stark Meets an Extremely Unimpressed Time Traveler, or, Thomas Barrow Makes a Surprisingly Good 21st Century Butler' by Alex51324 In which Tony Stark ditches a boring party, makes an addition to the household staff, throws a much better party, and tries not to sexually harass his new butler.

Or, In which Thomas Barrow has a little trouble getting home from the pub, is generally unimpressed with many aspects of the 21st century, never thought of himself as a conservative dresser before, and may or may not be falling in lust with his new employer.

Gilmore Girls/Stargate

'Physics of the Spin' by Mhalachai Rory Gilmore always thought she was Christopher Hayden's daughter, but things are a little more complicated than that…

Good Omens/Supernatural

'Misfire' by VivatRex Crowley finds himself in another universe; Aziraphale goes to fetch him. In the meantime, Team Free Will has to figure out what to do with the 6,000 year old demon that won't stay in a devil's trap and keeps rooting through Dean's vinyl collection. Shenanigans ensue.

Gundam Wing/Naruto

'Worlds Apart' by Mieren Something went horribly wrong and Duo and Naruto are in the wrong worlds. Ninja vs technology. How could this possibly go wrong?

Harry Potter/Marvel

'Behind the Shield' by GeeEs It was a good thing the new scientist, Dr. Harry Evans, was working out so well. Because nothing else was going Fury's way. And that was before Loki made off with the Tesseract and some of his people. Maybe AU to Mortem Cantor by Kyandua.

'How Harry Failed to Conquer New York' by Impossible_Insanity

'I See The Moon' by hctiB‐notsoB While on the run, Bruce meets a young man who speaks to the moon. He's probably not quite the sanest friend Bruce could have made, but, well… beggars can't be choosers.

'Mischief's Heir' series by mad_fairy Mostly Harry Potter with the addition of Loki in the first parts

'Mortem Cantor' by Kyandua After losing everything he holds dear, Harry Potter is thrust into a new world; one with Superheroes and evil Villains that make Voldemort look like a kitten. Struggling to survive in this new world - and, meanwhile, gaining the attention of S.H.I.E.L.D. - he attempts to live a NORMAL life. But, he is Harry Potter after all... what could possibly go wrong?

'On Punching Gods and Absentee Dads' by Enigmaris Harry finds out that his dad is alive, has been the whole time. Instead of being overjoyed, Harry's disgusted. His dad left earth and abandoned his friends. Every painful thing he's ever gone through can be traced back to one man. Now Harry's got super strength he can't control and an almost unnecessary amount of magical power. His dad might be living it up with the Avengers now but not for long. With the help of his friends, Harry comes up with a plan for revenge. Get ready Avengers, Harry's out to punch a god.

'Safeguard' by esama The Chitauri invasion launches a whole new age – for everyone.

Inuyasha/Yu Yu Hakusho

'Devoted' by Ookami‐chan Loving someone means seeing to it that they receive nothing but the very best of care. In all things.

'Healing Soul' by Trelweny Rosephoenixwolf Canon, IY slightly alternate ending, BG blend but more manga than anime; YYH boys' last year of school but otherwise through series, anime only.

'By Any Other Name' by Deviant Nature Kagome's return after an unexplained, prolonged absence leaves her family with questions she refuses to answer except to assure that it's over. While she attempts to readapt to the present, Kurama is feeling the pressures of human society's expectations. But the solutions to his troubles aren't as straight‐forward as he had hoped. Note: Unrated version is on MediaMiner.net as 'Par Tout Autre Nom'

Harry Potter/Ranma 1/2

'Harry Hibiki and the Philosopher's Stone' by USA_Tiger On the night Voldemort attacks the Potter's home, a completely different person finds Harry before Sirius Black or Hagrid. Harry is found and adopted by Nerima's very own eternal lost boy Ryoga Hibiki! Soon Harry will be joining his classmates at Hogwarts but how will Hogwarts handle this kind of Harry? And how does it affect the prophecy, what is the 'power he knows not?

Harry Potter/Sherlock

'The Avalon Seven' by sifshadowheart Major Non‐Canon A/U, Harry is treated for abuse and massive injuries by John Watson as a John Doe. To help solve the mystery of the battered boy John calls in his partner Sherlock — whose father has much more information about his patient than John ever thought possible. Turning to an old acquaintance, Siger Holmes contacts the Lord of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Wallace…Harry's rightful guardian.

First several chapters will be covering Pre‐Hogwarts years, story starts with Harry at age four so it'll be a while before any sort of slash or real conflict happens. Very political fic with lots of twists and turns. Because the plot‐bunnies won't leave me alone!

'Magnificent' by esama The birth of the Ministry of Magic and his relationship with the British Government.

'Whispers in Corners' by esama Everything started with a stumble — his new life in a new world as well as his surprisingly successful career as a medium.

Harry Potter/Sherlock/Star Trek

'Harder Choices' by sifshadowheart Post‐Avalon Seven A/U…a.k.a. This is what happens when plot‐bunnies start mating and multiplying.

Hadrian saves Earth…at a cost

Hetalia/Naruto

'An Englishman in Konoha' by pupeez4eva Itachi Uchiha is a strange child, who regularly converses with things no one else can see, drinks far too much tea, and has a strong and unyielding obsession with being the best big brother ever (or, in a world where England is reborn into the Naruto universe, Itachi ends up a little…different).

The Hobbit/Sherlock

'All Things Old and New' by teacup_of_doom All around the world, people are remembering past lives. Bilbo Baggins discovers that Tookish streaks can span lifetimes — and can have unintended, hilarious, consequences.

Katekyou Hitman Reborn!/Naruto

'Force of Nature' by Ramabear (RyMagnatar) He had died— honorably, he'd like to think, despite living as a villain and an assassin for over half a century— and that, as far as Xanxus had ever figured, would be the end of that. No heaven. No hell. Just life when you were breathing and nothingness when you stopped.

Except that it didn't, quite, turn out that way. Except he came back as the son of the kindest, sometimes saddest father in the world. In both worlds. A father that he knew, without a doubt, to be his flesh and blood. All at once, Xanxus had everything he'd wanted as a child. A home. A family. Stability. And he was going to fight like hell and beat down anyone who tried to take it from him, no matter what his age.

(In which Sakumo raises a son who speaks multiple languages from birth, all of them gibberish to the poor single father jounin, spits vulgarity with the same ease as he does his praise and burns with an unshakable determination to build himself a family that will not fall, no matter who or what is thrown against it.)

'Uchiha Kyōya' by Tsume_Yuki In a world where Fugaku has three sons, he wishes he'd stopped at the one. There's nothing wrong with the youngest, it's just…

The middle child.

Marvel/Sherlock

'In Which Neither Coulson nor Sherlock are Dead' by TheDullYellowEye … and John sort of joins the Avengers. While Coulson's recovering from being stabbed in the chest by a magical spear, Fury is rapidly running out of Agents willing to play babysitter for the newly founded Avengers. So he calls in Captain John Watson, late of the British Royal Army, and blogger and best friend to the infamously antisocial presumably deceased Sherlock Holmes.

Naruto/One Piece

'Lost Uzumaki' by Silver Dragonfly (lillikira) Shanks was used to strange meetings on the various islands of the Grand Line. However, this one was unusual even for the Grand Line. A Lost Uzumaki is found and Naruto has no plans of not becoming part of his family. (A Series of Snapshots about the finding of lost family.)

Naruto/Pern

'One World's Tragedy is Another World's ...Gain?' by Foodmoon Pern goes to hell in a handbasket. Ir'ca tries to rescue the future of dragonkind by being a thief and somehow ends up in the Land of Fire. It's probably a good thing Kakashi handed over the Hat a while back...

Naruto/Sherlock

'Deduction in Shadows' by GremlinSR Shikaku just wanted to finish his paperwork before lunch so he could squeeze in an afternoon nap. His plans are derailed by a six year old orphan when she sneaks into his office with proof that somebody has been kidnapping the children of Konoha and covering it up.

He never does end up getting that nap.

Or: A Holmes is reborn into the ninja village Konoha. Chaos ensues

Rise of the Guardians/Marvel

'Constellations of Old' by kuroi_atropos When the Man in the Moon recognizes Thor as a representative of Asgard, he decides to send the Guardians of Childhood to ask for help vanquishing the last of shadows, as well as a few other things he could use some help with.

'Winter Gods' by avearia The Guardians discover that, outside of Earth, many races actually worship Jack as a God. Meanwhile, the Avengers deal with the implications that come with an almighty spirit, otherworldly religions, and the revelation that Santa is real.

#fic recs #crossover fic recs

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lady-divine-writes · 4 years

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Ineffable Valentine’s “A Treatise of Fruit Trees” (Rated PG13)

Summary: Aziraphale tries his hand at getting Crowley an expensive present, but ends up with a sour, jealous Crowley instead. (1740 words)

Notes: Written for the Ineffable Valentine's prompt 'grand gesture'.

Read on AO3.

“Thank you so much for the scrumptious lunch.” And for keeping me out over an hour, Aziraphale scowls, but mainly at himself. He could have excused himself a dozen times, but it’s hard to justify burning bridges when you may need to cross them again later. “It was quite unnecessary though.”

“What? It’s not every day a valued customer sends me on such an intriguing assignment. I wanted to thank you properly,” Aziraphale’s cohort says, too smoothly to be construed as simply a friendly response.

“You were more than qualified for the job.” Aziraphale puts on a slight burst of speed, staying one step ahead of the man in black who seems determined to accompany him to his door. He wishes he would have let him walk back to his bookshop alone from the restaurant. His presence unnerves him.

Plus, it would give Aziraphale less explaining to do.

Aziraphale can already feel him, hunkered down in the bookshop, seething on the sofa nearly five hours earlier than expected.

Since it’s a straight shot from the restaurant to his bookshop, Aziraphale has no luck shaking the man. The two of them get to his doorstep together, and Aziraphale sighs the long, exasperated sigh of a doomed man.

“Yes, well, I’d best get back to work,” he says, trying his best to politely blow his companion off. “Busy day ahead of me.”

“Is that so?”

“That’s so,” he answers and waits for goodbye, but the man looks at him expectantly. What in the world does he want? Aziraphale screams in his head. Aziraphale doesn’t have another job for him, and he’s already paid him for this one, including interest.

It doesn’t hit him fully until the man leans closer, hazel eyes locked on Aziraphale’s flustered face, the question “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” unspoken but etched in the lines of his grin because he can’t say it out loud, can he. Not him. Not in his profession. It’s not the sort of thing he’d want people to know about so he definitely doesn’t advertise.

But if it’s offered to him, who is he to turn it down?

They stand in close proximity on Aziraphale’s doorstep - Aziraphale with his hand on the knob, gauging the right time to turn it and duck in; the man lingering on the edge of kissing distance, waiting for the invitation he’s certain is moments away from coming.

When it doesn’t, when the pause between them goes on for so incredibly long that they’re starting to attract attention, the man backs away, frowning with more disappointment than anger.

“That wasn’t easy to come by,” he says, motioning to the cloth wrapped package clutched firmly but carefully in Aziraphale’s hand. “I hope whoever gets it … I hope it’s appreciated.”

There’s something veiled in that statement, but Aziraphale doesn’t dig deeper in search of it. He smiles, as warmly and genuinely as he can under the circumstances.

“As do I, my good man. As do I.”

He sends a hint of blessing his way, to soothe the sting of rejection and mend fences between them.

Again because Aziraphale may need his help fetching another difficult item in the future.

The man tips his hat. He turns on his heel, glaring at any passersby who dare shoot a glance his way, then walks off, blending with the crowd. Aziraphale deflates against his door. He doesn’t particularly like dealing with hired men. He avoids it when he can. The majority of the stuff he requires, even the gray area items, he can usually acquire through legal means.

This one, however - a book of particularly desirable provenance - was taking too long, and Aziraphale had lost patience.

But now that that’s done with, he doesn’t go into his bookshop right away. He’s dealt with one aggressive and domineering gentleman.

He has one more to suss out before he can call it a day.

He can’t linger on the doorstep forever. Someone might notice him there, wonder if he’s opening up shop.

Might want to come in and browse his shelves for something to buy.

He’d rather fend off a gloomy Crowley than a customer any day of the week.

He forgoes his key and unlocks his door with a turn of the doorknob. He’s greeted by thin streaming light from the afternoon sun blocked by heavy drapes; the musty smell of old books combined with a touch of magicked mildew, meant to keep the odd lookie-loos away; and one dreary demon, sulking on the sofa in the corner.

“Good date, angel?” he growls right as Aziraphale gets a look at him. And even though Crowley is staring him down like a predator, Aziraphale can’t help noticing how exquisitely handsome he looks. He’s gone all out, dressed to the nines - black suit, top hat, leather gloves, cane. On the table beside him stands a bottle of champagne, a bouquet of roses wrapped in thick pink paper and tied with a satin ribbon, and a large, gold box of chocolates.

Truffles. Aziraphale’s favorites.

They’re all Aziraphale’s favorites.

Especially the demon.

“Crowley! What a surprise!” Aziraphale counters brightly, trying to save the day. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Obviously. Didn’t see me here, didn’t return my calls, haven’t been in your bookshop for over an hour. If I remember correctly, you and I had a dinner date planned for tonight.”

“We still do. But you are tremendously early, my dear.”

“Don’t call me that,” Crowley grumbles.

“For Heaven’s sake, why not?”

“Wha---why no---why not!?” Crowley launches to his feet, tossing his hat and glasses aside so that Aziraphale won’t mistake his anger for anything less. “You’re stepping out on me and you’re asking me why not!?”

“I’m not stepping out on you. I did not go out on a date. I was having a meeting with an associate. It just so happened to take place over lunch.”

“On Valentine’s Day?”

“Yes. It’s also a Friday, you know. A perfectly respectable work day for many people in the world.”

“Don’t get cute with me.”

Aziraphale smirks even though he knows that will more than likely set him adrift in dangerous territory. “Then how shall I get, my dear? Tell me.”

“Apologetic might be nice.”

“Of course.” Aziraphale boldly walks up to his sour-faced demon and clears his throat. “Crowley … I’m sorry. Truly, truly sorry.”

Crowley tilts his nose up, sniffs contentiously. “That’s bet---”

“I’m sorry you saw me bidding adieu to an associate and decided to jump to outlandish conclusions without hearing my side of the story.”

“What’s the point!?” Crowley snaps, tossing frustrated hands in the air. “How do I know you’re not going to lie?”

Aziraphale’s brow furrows in offense. “I wouldn’t lie! I’m an angel!”

“In my experience, angels lie plenty. That includes you.”

“Preposterous. When have I lied?”

“You … you …” Crowley sputters, his face growing redder with each syllable “… you downright lied to the Almighty!”

“I mean recently. Besides, I may have bent the truth a tiny bit over one little thing …”

“It was about your bloody flaming sword!”

“Which didn’t turn out to be all that important in the long run. Heaven got it back.”

“B---but … but … She’s the Almighty!”

“Semantics don’t necessarily help your argument, dear. Speaking of, here.” Aziraphale thrusts the cloth-covered package into Crowley’s hands before he can continue his argument. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Crowley looks the package over suspiciously, which annoys Aziraphale to no end. If he’d simply unwrap it, he’d see what it is. It’s not even fastened shut in any way! “What’s this?”

“What does it look like? It’s a present. I would have wrapped it in paper like a civilized person, but you’re not giving me a moment’s peace.”

Crowley finds a loose edge and slowly unwraps the object from its cloth. When he reaches the worn cover (not the original - this book doesn’t have a cover, comes from an era where it wasn’t deemed worthy of one), he stops, breath hitched between sigh and sentiment.

“A Treatise of Fruit Trees?” he reads off the first page.

“A-ha,” Aziraphale says, stifling a grin. “It took quite a bit of finagling to track down and get, but yes.”

“But … that must have taken ages.”

“It did.”

Crowley turns the pages with a single finger lest they crumble under his touch. “And you wasted all that time, went through all that trouble for this boring ass book?”

“Yes, well, you wrote that boring ass book. Under the name Thomas Hitt, which I never understood.”

“It was an inside joke,” Crowley murmurs. “But it sold. Over a decade ago. For around four million, if I remember correctly,” he says, rather smugly. “Did you … buy it back?”

“Not exactly.”

“That man …” Crowley gasps, which sounds comical since Crowley isn’t normally prone to gasping “… he stole it!?”

“Of course, he stole it! It was in a museum. In a vault. It couldn’t even be examined by someone with the credentials to do so, and believe me, I tried.”

Crowley stares at him, mouth agape, a mixture of surprise, and possibly pride, lifting the corners of his lips. Aziraphale sees it grow wider and rolls his eyes.

“Come now. It wasn’t that big a deal. You act like I don’t dabble in the diabolical from time to time. You’re usually the one performing the grand gestures, hunting down the expensive presents. I wanted to try my hand at it for once.”

“But, angel,” Crowley says when his voice comes back to him, “I don’t …”

“I know, I know …” Aziraphale waves his discomfort away with his hand “… you don’t want expensive presents from me. You’ve said it before. You can buy me all the fancy gadgets you deem necessary, but I get you one little book …”

Crowley shakes his head over the remark about one little book. “That wasn’t what I was going to say.”

“Then what were you going to say?”

“I was going to say …” Crowley sets the book down on the plushest of the sofa cushions, then takes a rigid Aziraphale in his arms “… that with everything I’ve done wrong, I have no idea what I did right to deserve you.”

“I dare say you don’t,” Aziraphale says, melting in his demon’s embrace with the cheekiest of grins. “But I love you all the same.”

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #ineffable valentines #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley

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brightwanderer · 4 years

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Untitled Stardew Omens Fic (21)

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Fall 15

To his own surprise, Crowley has got into the habit of leaving his front door unlocked during the day. There just doesn't seem a lot of point in messing around with it when he needs to duck in and out of the house to grab things for the farm, and no-one within a twenty-mile radius is going to do more than stick their head around the door to say hello.

(He still locks up at night, even though he doubts the local squirrels are up for a bit of breaking and entering. He can't sleep otherwise.)

So he doesn't have to get up when he hears Aziraphale knock, just yells to come in from his position on the sofa. He's managed to get out and about to do the basics on the farm this morning - can't let Hastur and Ligur go hungry, after all - but when Aziraphale stopped by yesterday and caught him hobbling around hauling rocks he gave him such a telling off that Crowley is quite frankly still getting flashbacks. So he's done as he's told today and been resting up and he's sure it's very good for his ankle but after a whole afternoon of idleness he is also bored out of his mind.

"House call or social?" he asks eagerly as Aziraphale lets himself in and wipes his feet conscientiously on the mat.

"Ah— bit of both, if that's all right?" Aziraphale holds up a bottle. "I'll check you over first, of course, but I thought you might like some company—"

"You have no idea," Crowley replies fervently. "I've been watching daytime TV, I think my brain's about to dribble out of my ears."

"Something wrong with your internets, is there?"

"I swear you do that on purpose. And no, nothing wrong with it, I've just read every single ten point list that anyone has ever written and I've run out of new episodes of Buzzfeed Unsolved."

"I'm going to pretend I know what you're talking about." Aziraphale puts the wine down in the kitchen and glances around. "What about dinner, do you have anything on hand?"

"Gus said he'd bring me something," Crowley says. Aziraphale returns his amused grin. They both know that Gus will bring easily enough food for two of them. He'll probably bring enough food for the whole village. "Go on, then, get the not-fun bit over with."

Aziraphale sits on the edge of the sofa and prods and flexes Crowley's ankle, which hurts, but apparently the specific way that it hurts is encouraging and means that he definitely hasn't broken anything. There's also a bit where Aziraphale digs his thumbs into the underside of Crowley's foot, and that doesn't hurt at all, that feels remarkably nice, and he has to bite his lip not to let on that he'd be okay with a bit more of it, actually.

Afterwards, Aziraphale makes some notes in his old-fashioned leather-bound notebook, and hums contentedly over Crowley's prognosis, and then finally ditches the professional veneer and fetches the wine, two glasses, and a bottle opener. Crowley quietly watches, feeling oddly vulnerable after the examination, eyes lingering on Aziraphale's hands as he deftly works the corkscrew into the bottle and then eases the cork out.

"Do you need any help with the fair tomorrow?" Aziraphale asks, and Crowley blinks, takes far too long to get his brain into gear and process the question.

When he does, he swears briefly.

"Forgot about it," he admits. "Dunno, might skip the grange display thing. I can always do it next year, right?"

Aziraphale's hands stutter as he's pouring, spilling a few drops onto the coffee table. He tuts and goes to get a cloth to wipe it up.

"You think you'll still be here then?" he asks without looking at Crowley.

Crowley pauses, slightly thunderstruck. The assumption came so easily, like the casual way he's started thinking about the long-term future of the farm, the plans he's absently making for the next few seasons. He doesn't remember ever making a full, conscious commitment, doesn't remember a moment of choice between that precarious first week and now, but he's suddenly and completely aware that he has no intention of leaving the valley for— well, for a good long time, anyway.

And that it has more than a little to do with Aziraphale, ridiculous, fascinating, wonderful Aziraphale, now fussily wiping up the spill, taking his seat on the other sofa, finally glancing at Crowley for his answer.

"Yeah," Crowley says, reaching for his wine. "Think I will be, actually."

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GO Whumptober Day 17: I Did Not See That Coming [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12][13][14][15][16]

They settled back in fairly easily; went back to their habits and rituals, and it was almost too easy. They kept jumping at shadows, though, flinching when the door to the shop opened or someone stared in their direction for too long.

It was unnerving, and felt like waiting for the other shoe to drop.

When it came, it wasn’t from above or below, but right there on Earth, and neither of them saw it coming.

“Excuse me?”

She was an unassuming slip of a girl, a local uni student whose glasses, while stylish enough black square plastic things, made her stand out as one of the few not wearing contacts on a rainy day in the city. Her hair was back in a bun and she looked only mildly bedraggled, probably thanks to the umbrella, discarded in the bucket at the door for just such a use.

“Yes? How can I help you?” Aziraphale asked, trying to sound friendly in case she needed a kind word and a ready ear, but not too kind, in case she needed a book.

“Hello, um, my name is Sarah, and I was told that if I was in search of something occult, I ought to come here?”

Aziraphale cocked his head and blinked at her, not quite getting the warning bells he knew he probably ought to. It was just, she was so polite and small, she hardly seemed a threat.

“Well, I do have some occult books I suppose-- though, are you certain you aren’t looking for the cauldron and candlestick on the next street over? I’m sure they have a much wider selection.”

She looked at him with wide eyes and mutely shook her head no.

“I um, I’m not here for a book.” She informed him, fidgeting a little with the sleeve of her jumper.

“Oh, well, I’m not sure--” Aziraphale began.

“Mathias sent me. He said that you might be able to point me in the direction of a demon or two. Angel.”

She looked up at him, firming her resolve and squaring her shoulders.

Aziraphale was sorely tempted to laugh.

“Oh, pish, what would you want with a demon? I asked Mathias the same thing-- why deal with devils when you know very well what I am?”

“Well sir, you see…” She took a deep breath. “I’m part demon myself as it turns out. I hope you won’t smite me for it.”

“Ah.” Aziraphale said, as if this sort of thing happened all the time. “You don’t happen to know which demon…?”

“An acquaintance of yours, I’m told. Apparently he goes by the human name Anthony J. Crowley.” She frowned. “I looked him up and found his flat, but he didn’t answer the door.”

“Oh no, he wouldn’t-- it’s been a rather hard month on him, poor thing.” Aziraphale answered vaguely, allowing his mouth to run on auto-pilot while he mulled over the implications.

Crowley had, at some point, slept with a human and gotten them-- with child. Unless Crowley, in one of her female guises, had carried a half demon babe to term. Aziraphale couldn’t imagine it was the latter-- surely Crowley would have told him, or come to him, surely it wasn’t something he would have hidden…

“Do you know where I might find him, please?” She asked, and Aziraphale snapped back to himself.

“Oh dear, yes. Here, why don’t you take a seat, I’ll fix you up a cup of tea, and give him a ring. I expect he was planning to come around shortly anyway.”

He got Sarah set up in the back room with a blanket across her lap and a mug in hand, then dialed Crowley’s flat. He got the ansaphone instead, which he supposed to mean Crowley was already on his way, so he left well enough alone.

After all, if Aziraphle didn’t get any warning on this matter, he didn’t see why Crowley should have one. Petty, perhaps, and unangelic besides, but if anyone asked, he wanted it to be a surprise. It wasn’t far enough from the truth for it to count as a lie, he reasoned.

And so, when Crowley came through the front door to the merry jingling of the bell, Azirapahale’s smile was genuine.

“There’s a surprise waiting for you in the back room!” He all but trilled, and Crowley did look surprised. Perhaps, too surprised?

It took Aziraphale a little aback-- he’d arranged surprises and gifts for Crowley before, surely? Certainly Crowley went out of his way to do so for him.

And suddenly, Aziraphale felt a bit bad. But it was already too late. Crowley had made his way in, his words, “What’s this then, ange--” Trailing off at the sight of the girl.

Aziraphale came up behind him.

“This is Sarah. I believe she is a relation of yours.”

Sarah stood, small fists clenched at her sides and nearly trembling with nervous energy.

“What? No! You took my mother’s soul.” She said, clearly using every bit of resolve she possessed. “I want it back.”

“What?” Crowley asked, looking back and forth between the girl and the angel. “Is this some sort of-- of intervention or something? I don’t have your mother’s soul, I’m very sorry, but I think you’re confused.”

“I’m not. My mom’s name is Tawny Wilson, and she made a deal with you-- her soul for the ability to have a baby. I’m the baby. I want you to take the demonic whatever you left me with, and give me her soul in return.”

Crowley turned to look at Aziraphale, and the expression on his face was damn near heart rending.

“You can’t honestly believe this, Aziraphale?” Crowley asked, nearly pleading.

“No, of course not. I can’t sense a single lick of demonic energy in you, dear girl.” Aziraphale assured her, and she startled, as if the thought hadn’t occurred to her.

“Wait, I’m not part demon?” She looked annoyed and confused in turns, and Aziraphale couldn’t blame her.

Crowley snapped, and Aziraphale flinched.

“Oh, Tawny! The singer, Tawny with the teeth!” Crowley nodded, seemingly excited to remember. He paused. “She’s got her whole soul, last I knew. Only, I might have said otherwise at the time.”

“Wait, you told the woman you were taking her soul?” Aziraphale asked, more amused by all of this than anything.

“Well, yeah, had to come off properly demonic, didn’t I? She found out what I am, tried to blackmail me into helping fix some, y’know,” Crowley gestured in the vague direction of his midsection, “Troubles, that sort of thing, and me, I was happy to, but--” He glanced in Sarah’s direction.

“I was gonna get in trouble if my lot found out I went around doing favors. Couldn’t risk word getting out. So I told her I took her soul and her child might be cursed a little is all.”

“Oh, Crowley.” Aziraphale sighed.

“I can promise you aren’t cursed, either.” He told Sarah, pleased that this was all working out just fine.

Only, Sarah clearly didn’t think so. Her face crumpled, and she began to cry.

Aziraphale pushed past Crowley to wrap his arms around the poor dear. “Here now, I would think all of this was good news. So what’s the matter?”

“Mum’s sick.” She said through her tears. “And she thought it was because she’s got no soul, ‘n I’m cursed, so I thought I could fix it.”

Aziraphale looked over her head at Crowley, who looked stricken.

“I’m sorry.” Crowley said gently. “It must just be a regular, human sort of sickness. What about doctors? Can they help?”

“They dunno what’s wrong. One of ‘em referred us to Mathias, says he consults on things when there’s a curse in the family.”

“And what did Mathias say you should do? What was the plan-- is he coming here?” Crowley asked, becoming more concerned sounding as the questions progressed.

“You know,” Aziraphale mused, “I’m beginning to think this Mathias character has it out for us.”

“He said I should either make a trade or blackmail you.” She answered, then bit her lip. “Would you take my soul, then, if it’s not cursed?”

“That isn’t-- that’s not how this works, really.” Crowley said, clearly trying to be gently, though he seemed annoyed. “Cor, but you are your mother’s daughter, aren’t you?”

“Blackmail, then…” She muttered softly. “Fine, you didn’t want your bosses to know what you did, right? I’ll find them, then, and, and tell them. That you’ve been going around blessing humans and healing them and what not.”

Aziraphale huffed.

“That’s a good deal more dangerous for you than it is from him, but I think we can figure something out. Here, why don’t we see your mum? I am an angel, after all, and you aren’t a demon or cursed, and she has her soul, so… perhaps I can help?”

Finally, finally, Sarah looked hopeful and relieved.

“Would you?” She asked.

“No blackmail necessary.” Aziraphale assured her. “Crowley? Feel up to visiting an old friend?”

Crowley nodded, and stepped aside to let Sarah lead the way.

“Should we bring anything you think?” He asked, some of the anxiety that he usually kept tucked away behind his cool exterior leaking out.

“Nah, knowing mom, she’ll have tea on before you’re even through the door.” Sarah gave them a watery smile, retrieved her umbrella, and led them out into the wet London evening.

They didn’t live too horribly far away; Sarah had apparently made the walk a few times that week, in her search for Crowley.

She let them in and shucked her outer things, calling up the stairs for her mother, before disappearing to fetch her.

“Quite the surprise, Angel.” Crowley grumbled, shifting from foot to foot, and Aziraphale frowned.

“I thought she was some… lost daughter of yours, or something! A family reunion.” He gestured grandly. “I’m sorry; I thought this was cause for joy.”

“Oh, it is.” A voice told them seriously, as Mathias stepped out of the kitchen, cross bow trained on them.

“Bet you didn’t see that coming.”

“Oh, damn it all!” Crowley hissed, and with a quick gesture, he shut down all the power in the flat.

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Fire

It’s not a decision that he’s conscious of making but, as Crowley comes back down the stairs, Aziraphale knows that he’s not going to be opening the bookshop today. She looks simply stunning, wrapped in chunky black knitwear and still a little sleep-mussed, Aziraphale’s heart does somersaults at the sight of her. Opening his arms to embrace her, Aziraphale waits at the bottom of the staircase. Crowley steps into the welcome of his arms and plants a firm kiss on his cheek. When she pulls back, she looks pleased with herself.

“You look very cosy, dearest. Are you feeling the chill? Can I fetch you anything?”

Crowley shakes her head and then pauses.

“I was a bit cold but you’re warming me up.”

Aziraphale smiles and squeezes her a little tighter. He’s indulging himself in as much physical contact as he can now that the rules of their relationship are evolving. You can’t have too much of a good thing, Aziraphale thinks, breathing the delightful scent of Crowley’s perfume.

A thought occurs to him, something that might be a pleasant distraction for a few hours.

“Would you be a dear and bring down the blankets and pillows from the wardrobe upstairs? I’ve got an idea.”

Crowley grumbles about being sent straight back upstairs, but she goes to retrieve the items that Aziraphale has placed inconveniently far away. As soon as Crowley is out of sight, Aziraphale sets about building a fire in the grate of the old fireplace. It’s been a while since it saw any use, but the image of cuddling in front of a nice fire has Aziraphale determined.

Flames are just beginning to spread from the kindling to the firewood when Aziraphale hears Crowley’s footsteps coming back down the stairs. He turns to see the look on her face, to see if he’s surprised her.

Crowley is deathly pale, her mouth open in mute horror and her eyes are fully yellow and glassy. Her arms drop, letting the blankets fall to the floor in a pile.

“Put it out.” Her voice is small, strained.

“What? What’s wrong?” Aziraphale is desperately confused, torn between going to Crowley and finding what’s causing her distress.

“Put it out, angel. Please, please, put it out. Put it out! PUT IT OUT!” Crowley becomes frantic, her voice pitching higher with each repetition.

Aziraphale’s instinct works faster than his rational mind and the fire has been extinguished before he realises that he’s performed the miracle. Crowley falls to her knees as if she were a marionette whose strings have been cut and Aziraphale is at her side in a heartbeat.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Aziraphale stops just short of touching her, unsure of how welcome his presence is.

Crowley is shaking, sobbing, hyperventilating. She flings her arms around Aziraphale’s neck and buries her face in his chest. Gathering her in his arms, he shifts her into his lap, settling them both on the floor. He strokes her hair and makes soothing sounds whilst feeling helpless in the face of her great distress. After a while, Crowley’s breathing calms and the sobs become the occasional little hiccough.

“Didn’t like the fire, angel.” She mumbles into Aziraphale’s waistcoat.

“I know, dear. I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through.” Aziraphale mentally kicks himself for his stupidity.

“Every time I walk through the front door, I think about that day,” she’s still not looking at him but this is a level of vulnerability that she rarely expresses so Aziraphale isn’t going to push her. “I hate feeling like this, it’s pathetic.”

“No, it isn’t. It’s perfectly understandable. You thought that I had been destroyed. It was the end of the world and you were alone. Those emotions have left strong memories.” Aziraphale kisses the top of her head and takes a deep breath of her hair.

There’s still the smell of smoke in the air, he realises irritably. A flick of one hand banishes it far away from the shop and immediately Crowley is breathing normally again.

“I’m so sorry, my love.”

She stiffens in his arms, freezing for a moment before moving to look him in the eyes.

“Love?”

Aziraphale winces at being caught off-guard by his own tongue but then he sees a flicker of hope in Crowley’s gaze and he steels himself.

“Yes. Love.”

The admission is partial, safer, but Crowley smiles nonetheless.

“What a terrible angel, loving a demon.”

Aziraphale sniffs and raises his chin a fraction.

“I think I’m a very good angel, actually. I must be if I have enough love to spare so much for you.”

Blushing, Crowley gives Aziraphale a playful punch in the ribs.

“You’re a liability.”

Aziraphale can’t disagree with that, not really. But he does manage to get them moved into a snug blanket nest between the armchairs where he spends the day reading Victorian ghost stories to Crowley and kissing her until her lipstick is a faint smear around her mouth.

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