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The FINAL chapter of Don't Fall Away From Me is up on AO3!! (M)
Artist Credit: @mistysblueboxstuff
Chapter Summary: It ends, as it started, in a garden.
Author's Note: I have too much to say to leave it here, I am halfway across the country right now, travelling to Skokholm Island to spend almost a whole week with puffins and being totally off-grid and offline, so I will just dial it back to say that I am incredibly grateful for every bit of love, appreciation and every comment that has been given to me, they have pulled me through some incredibly dark times and I am beyond grateful for every single one of you. It has been more painful than I expected to finally let go of this story, of my Crowley and Aziraphale and especially my Muriel, but I hope you enjoy the ending to their story (although an ending for us, perhaps a beginning for them...)
Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for everything. I adore you.
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Is This Desire?
a Good Omens fic by @adverbian with art by @ineffableigh
created for the High Pollen Count 2024 Good Omens Sex Pollen Event!
(Note: Uncropped version of art by @ineffableigh embedded about halfway through Chapter 1 — scroll with caution!)
Explicit; 15.5k words; 2/2 chapters
Mind the tags: Dubious Consent, Sex Pollen, Fuck or Die (more tags on AO3)
Excerpt:
Aziraphale arranged himself against the black silk pillows, all pink and cream and pale gold, spreading himself out like the kind of erotic photograph that Crowley hadn't seen since the reign of Queen Victoria. There was a lush Dieffenbachia seguine beside the bed, its supple green leaves broad enough to wrap around one of Aziraphale's luscious thighs. A Tradescantia pallida trailed overhead, all imperial purple, rich as the wine they'd drunk in Rome. Aziraphale looked like a fantasy draped in a tropical paradise. Crowley wanted to taste every inch of him, slowly.
I won't lay a finger on you, angel. Not like this.
Read and see more on AO3!
(Tagging my wonderful co-mods @malachitegrey and @voluptatiscausa !)
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Father Fell x Crowley in WW2
With SPECTACULAR new cover art by @quona!! (everyone go follow them!)
Father Fell has been living a quiet life in a small parish. Despite the looming fear of war, he thought he was content with his small pleasures. Until a mysterious stranger comes to town, turning that life on its head and awakening desires the Father thought he buried long, long ago...
READ ON AO3:
Chapter ten in which a gift is given and then another is shared—if only for the barest sliver of a moment.
Or read from the beginning!
tagging @goodomensafterdark as promised ;)
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for loving one
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BOY HOWDY AM I EXCITED TO SHARE THIS ONE WITH YOU ALL.
This piece is cover art for @thescholarlystrumpet's wonderful 1940s priest AU fic:
For Loving One (Rated E on AO3, mind yer tags)
...which you can and should read, asap. Chapter 10 (of 16!) just went up today, and yes, Strumpet does have the whole fic already written and ready to post, so you won't get abandoned on a cliffhanger.
For my part, I wanted to call upon some 1940s aesthetics with a little bit of film noir and some Leyendecker-esque vibes. I hope you like my interpretation!
Alsoooooo take some time to check out all the things I painted into that stained glass. I had a hell of a time designing it.
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Detail shots from the high-res:
With special thanks to the WINGZ Mag/Maggie's Record Shop Ad 1 chat for supporting me through this stained glass adventure (aka listening to my bitching).
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Aziraphale ascends to the highest level of the Archangels. And he remembers—well. It’s not important what he remembers.
"how do we turn on the light?" by @moonyinpisces
hdwtotl started almost a year ago now with just a carly rae jepsen lyric and a dream. congratulations to maddie for her amazing accomplishment <3 i am so proud of you and i knew i had to throw a movie poster into the ring for her cover art contest going on now until may 4th!
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Post-story ficlet of Flawless by @mrghostrat & @chernozemm
The pale band around Aziraphale’s finger had long faded when the letter arrived.
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"You know what we can do?" Anthony interrupts him with a small smile. "To make it up to me, next Wednesday put aside this perfect Lord façade of yours." The artist's hands play with Aziraphale's bow tie, while he looks at him with wide eyes. "Put on an old pair of trousers, an expendable shirt and come stargaze with me. Just me, you, a bottle of wine and an old blanket to lie on. Maybe something to eat, I'll take care of that." A pause. He seeks Aziraphale's gaze with his own, offering him a smile. "What do you say?"
"It sounds... That sounds wonderful, Crowley."
"Should I take that as a yes?"
Aziraphale melts into a smile. His hands reach to Anthony's hips and squeeze them gently. There is relief in the way he looks at him. "That's a yes."
Their lips meet again. Neither of them asks permission.
I want this, Anthony thinks, I want this every day.
And it is wonderful not to have doubts.
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Fanatic Intervention Part 8!!
I see your votes everyone, and I hear your voices. But before I can, in good conscience, place us in Heathrow, I need to share this with you.
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In the end, convincing Aziraphale (who, surprise surprise, had never flown on a plane) that First Class was the way to go wasn’t all that hard.
“Otherwise you fly all cramped with hundreds of other people!” You say. Crowley nods.
“Mmmmm yes,” the demon agrees, “Imagine being elbow-to-elbow with all those humans. Feet in your face, children kicking the back of your seat, sharing an armrest!”
“I rather like humans though,” says Azirphale, even though he looks a little pale at the mention of armrests, “And I would be next to you anyway.”
“What about the humans who haven’t showered for days?” You ask, “How long has it been since the last time you were near one person, nevermind a hundred-ish, who didn’t follow basic hygiene practices? A few hundred years?”
Aziraphale’s face falls. Crowley chimes in.
“Oh yes, just imagine all the sweat and grease from the airport food.”
“And then there are the babies that travel. I mean, their ears pop when the plane takes off and when it lands, and they only really have one coping strategy.”
“Aaah,” Crowley says, “The crying babes! Think of all the crying babies and no escape! Not for hours and hours and hours.”
“And then,” You say, “There’s the in-flight meal.” Here, you seem to have struck a cord. Duh, you should have led with this. Aziraphale raises an eyebrow.
“Oh? They serve food?”
“Psh,” You say, “If you can call it that. They ask you if you want chicken or vegetarian, and then they plop a cardboard box with a film top in front of you.”
“It’s dreadful,” agrees Crowley, “All bland and clearly frozen and warmed up in a microwave.”
“And if you’re lucky, you can tell that it’s meant to be a sandwich,” You add.
“Supposing you can tell that it’s food at all!” Crowley says with a nod, “And their wine list is small potatoes.”
“Small bland potatoes,” You say, “If you can call them potatoes at all – served in the tiniest bottles and the tiniest glasses you ever did see.”
You noticed Aziraphale’s eye twitch ever so slightly.
“And in First Class they...they serve actual food and wine, do they?”
“Oh yeah,” You say, “with proper service and cloth napkins and everything. Most of the airline websites say that the food’s prepared by an actual chef.”
“And the glasses are normal sizes, and made of actual glass,” adds Crowley for good measure. Aziraphale hums.
“Yes, fine. Clearly First Class is the only acceptable way to travel.” He leaves the room. You hear the kettle turn on. He probably needs some tea to calm his nerves after hearing all that. You turn to Crowley.
“So you’ve gone on a plane before, huh? Did you invent the food? I would not be surprised if you did.”
“Me?” Crowley says, “Naaaah. Never flown on a plane. Never needed to. But I know a bit of fun when I see it.”
You look up at him and sigh, cradling your chin in your hands for effect.
“It really is no wonder why Aziraphale loves you so much.”
“Ngk,” Crowley says, his ears turning pink.
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And now, dear Reader, we arrive at Heathrow. Anathema and Newt had met you at the bookshop, and the four of you drove over together in the Bentley after bidding Newt and Muriel goodbye. You spend the entire wait in line at airport security feeling nervous. Airport security is always a test for your nerves to begin with, but this time you have no passport or paperwork of any kind to twiddle in your hands to take the edge off. Instead, you fidget relentlessly with the button in your pocket (Muriel, being an observant and kind soul, had given you a large-ish green button to put in your pocket “Because you seem nervous, and it looked like it helped you last time.” You swear if anyone harms your new best friend while you’re gone you will end them). The line goes quicker than you would like, and when it gets to be your turn, honestly you’re not sure what happens. It all goes smoothly. Did Aziraphale and Crowley miracle you a passport? Did they click a finger or wave a hand to convince the guard that everything was in order? You have no idea, because you’re too focused on your nerves and Trying Not To Look Suspicious While Worrying That This Makes You Look More Suspicious Than You Would If You Could Just Be Normal About This (if you know the feeling, you know why it gets to be capitalized like that).
Once the stress of airport security is done, you head to the bathroom for a break from the chaos so that you can figure out how to breathe again. Normally, you wouldn’t be That Person to occupy the Accessible Washroom, but since you are desperately trying not to have a panic attack because of all the pent-up anxiety from the whole airport security thing, you decide that you Really Cannot Do People Right Now, and that the single-occupant washroom may be your saving grace. You lock the door and sigh, leaning against the cold metal. It’s comparatively quiet here, and you’re grateful for it. Thank Someone. You resolve to try not to be too long in case someone who actually needs this washroom comes by (although I’m gonna be honest here, reader, right now you need this room for invisible accessibility/health reasons). After a minute or two, you are finally starting to feel your anxiety return to a manageable level. Everything is okay. You are traveling with the most ideal companions you could ever dream of, and the worst part is over. Everything from here on out is smooth sailing.
Except, dear reader, you all voted. And So It Shall Be.
You’ve just finished drying your hands.
“Aah,” says a voice behind you. You jump a solid 3 feet in the air. “I thought I might find you here.”
“HOLY! FUCKING! ZOMBIE! JESUS!!!” You sputter.
“Mind your manners, human.”
“Manners?? ME?? This is a WASHROOM.”
The Metatron looks at you blankly and shrugs. Ah yes, the biggest jerk in Heaven doesn’t know or care about washrooms or privacy. Or actually being polite.
“I merely wanted to have a word with you. Away from the others, of course.”
“Yeeeaaaaah,” You say. You’ve seen a million movies (approximate), and read a million books (also approximate), you know what this is. This is the maybe we can still solve this problem quietly plot. And you know that actually having the conversation is a bad idea. “I don’t think so.”
You reach for thee door. It’s locked, and it won’t unlock. Of course. You (gently) pound your head against the door, before turning to face Metatron. You take a breath, and answer as calmly as you can given how angry you are.
“What. Do you want?”
“I merely hoped that we could agree upon...an arrangement.”
“Pretty sure I made it clear back at the bookshop that I’m not letting you anywhere near them.”
“Oh dear, no. This has nothing to do with the demon or with Aziraphale. This is about you.”
You mentally brace yourself. Here comes the manipulation. You inwardly remind yourself of the tropes of villain manipulation and all the things you’ve ever shouted at the tv screen after one of these interactions. You need to be prepared, because apparently you need to play this out. And so, you give him the response he clearly wants.
“What about me?”
“Well, my dear, I only thought that perhaps you might like to go home.”
“Ha! Nice try.”
“You have no desire to return to your family? Your friends? Your life?”
“Not right now, thanks.”
“And you think you’ll get a similar offer later?”
“I mean...well yeah. I don’t know whether I would actually want to go back yet but --”
“You think Aziraphale and his associates will want to keep you as their pet forever? My dear, they only entertain you right now because you’re useful to them.”
Okay, I mean you knew that already but still. Ouch. Hearing it out loud is just...Ouch. Unfortunately, you do not have the Acting Prowess of either Michael Sheen or David Tennant, and so the Metatron sees the Ouch. He smiles kindly.
“Here, you are merely a tool,” he continues, voice smooth as honey, “And back home there are people who love you and value your presence in their lives. Back home there are people who miss you purely because you are you. Here, you are well, a convenience. A help. But that’s all. And once this is all over, there is no promise, no guarantee that you would be able to return. And no reason for Aziraphale to keep you. You would need to start again, and since you needed the help of an angel to get through airport security, I’m guessing that would be very difficult for you. And then, of course, there’s your immortal soul to be concerned about once the Final Judgment comes to pass.”
You ignore the bait, even though it stings. Take a breath. You’ve got this.
“That’s all irrelevant right now,” You say.
“Is it? It seems that you’re….what’s that charming human expression? Flying by the seat of your pants?” He chuckles at his own joke. You smile awkwardly. Well, yes you are, but the heroes in stories do all the time. They figure it out as they go. You are doing no worse than any of them. You don’t find the joke so funny. And frankly his laughter is unsettling.
“Um...” You start uncertainly, “Well if that’s all, then can I go now?”
“In a moment,” the Metatron says smugly. Oh you hate that he has so much control right now. “First I would like to extend to you the offer of some help. I would like to see you home safely, at a time of your choosing. Whenever you feel that you are ready.”
“And you have the power to do that, do you?” You’re skeptical.
“I have the power of all Creation at my disposal.”
“Riiiiight. Just out of the goodness of your own angelic heart. That’s very kind of you Metatron.” You’re not sure if he hears the edge of sarcasm. He shrugs regardless.
“There is of course, one and only one thing I would like from you if you decide to take my help.”
“Oooooof course there is. I’m not letting you near Aziraphale and Crowley.”
“Once again, my dear, this has nothing to do with them. All I would like is to know why your first instinct was to take that coffee. The full truth, mind you. None of that sarcasm or loophole nonsense that you humans are so fond of. And do not be foolish enough to think I can’t tell the difference.” He looks at you pointedly.
That’s...a suspiciously innocuous request. But then again, it usually is with these sort of things, isn’t it? You feign non-chalance and tap your foot for emphasis.
“Are you done yet?” You ask obstinately. The door unlocks audibly behind you.
“Just think about it,” says the Metatron, “No rush.”
Oh yes there is one. You rush to open the door. Never before have you felt so relieved to be in a crowded place.
Don't worry about airplane route logistics or whether or not you can actually get a direct flight from Heathrow to Orlando. Just vote for whatever you would like :)
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new Good Omens fanfic...
Quite Contrary
Rating: Explicit
Chapter 1/?
Summary: The plan is ready, everything is in place, and Aziraphale is about to prove that he’s quite capable of running the Second Coming all on his own, thank you very much.
There’s just one problem—and it goes by the name of Mary Magdalene.
(It also, on occasion, goes by the name “Anthony J. Crowley.”)
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This is the "Crowley was Mary Magdalene" fic I've been dying to write. I started it as a crackfic to blow off steam after my last WIP nearly killed me, but it's gaining more plot than I thought it would (surprise surprise). I have the majority of it drafted already though, so I expect to be able to post regularly (as long as the last few chapters don't fight me).
Read the tags and enjoy!
(smut will start in chapter 3 by the way)
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Writers Guild Presents - When We Were Angels Ch. 1
Written by crowcoded on our subreddit!
CW/TW: This chapter is rated M as Azira’s thoughts wander into sexy territory, but story will heat up into E in later chapters.
Summary: Crowley works for the UN. Azira is a story time lady at the library. They’re lifelong friends, and fumbling their way to acting on a lifelong mutual attraction.
Excerpt: It was early on a Thursday evening and Azira was doing her dishes in the sunny kitchen of her two-story flat in Soho Square. Cosi fan Tutti was playing on the stereo when her phone buzzed with a FaceTime call. She tapped the accept button with her knuckle, and grabbed a towel to dry off her hands.
“Hello, Crowley.” Azira smiled to see her friend’s face, sharp jawline and amber eyes framed with gorgeous red hair falling in waves to her bare collarbone. She was wearing her deep v-neck henley, and Azira wanted to bite her collarbone. The sun was out where she sat, and Azira commented on the rays that fell across Crowley’s face.
“I’m jealous,” she said.
“Yeah,” Crowley grinned, her dimples popping out, making Azira want to bite them. “It’s really doing it for me.”
Azira’s cheeks burned. She felt them, and saw them redden in her little self-view. Crowley would no doubt notice, but she’d never comment.
Continue Reading on AO3
A huge thank-you to my beta, u/chaos_ace!!
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ARE YOU A TECHNOPATH? Take the test!
For my GOOD OMENS dystopian cyberpunk AU fic.
Could you be a technopath?
Personally, I am a level 1: 4/6 and at least a level 2: 4/5, as well as a level 3: 2/5 so... (humblebrag) I am actually on the spectrum.
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Final Chapter of How to Pull an Angel: A Bunnings DIY Guide
Here it is, y'all
Secrets are revealed. Considerations are made.
It begins, as it will end, in a garden.
Thanks all for coming along for the ride, it's been so so fun
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A Little Life - Chapter 10 - Some of You
Rated: E, Words ~66k/~71k. 10/12 Chapters. Read the tags!
Chapter Excerpt (Read on AO3):
Ezra watched him and tried to take comfort in the fact that Anthony was enjoying himself. He didn’t know what timeline Anthony was in today, but it did not matter. Not really. The most Ezra asked for now was that Anthony was happy on whatever day he believed it to be. That he was safe in whatever time of his life he was reliving. That the reality his mind had settled in that morning was somewhere Anthony was glad to be.
For now, he was glad to be in St. James', feeding ducks, Ezra beside him.
That had to be enough.
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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
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I'll probably make a proper post for this tomorrow, but for any of you looking to be held over until my next chapter:
Aziraphale and Crowley had had far too much to drink that night.
“C’mon angel, let's dance.” The Demon gave Aziraphale a lopsided grin as he slid off his seat.
FAR too much to drink.
I was writing a whole thing about non-sexual touch and then I accidently listened to I Wanna Be Your Slave and I Like the Way You Kiss Me and here we are I guess.
It's all still SFW but it would be incredibly easy to jump the line if I pushed it any harder lol.
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@hibyefics and @plumbum-art proudly present
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Launch Sequence
a M-rated prelude to the Relationship for Beginners series by @hibyefics
"It wasn't too much, though? Really?"
"Agh," said Crowley, butterflies still a riot in his belly. "I mean - yeah. Just takes some getting used to. The - spit.
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