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foolishlovers · 3 days

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Could you do a collection of found family fic recs??? 👀 or maybe a rare pair collection??

here are some good omens found family fic recs:

An Angel's Wrath (or At Least He's Trying) by Mysti_Gayle (G, 1k) Adam hated knowing that he had caused them so much stress this evening, particularly Aziraphale, whom he greatly admired for his kindness. Now, he had felt like he had taken advantage of that, and the guilt crushed him.

Four-Letter Accusations by Pink_October_Bones (G, 1k) Warlock has a suspicion that Nanny might not be as loveless as she likes to claim.

Never Have I Ever (Been Myself) by FeralTuxedo (M, 28k) Aziraphale Fell, BAFTA-winning actor of stage and screen, is bored. Bored of playing middle-aged divorcees in dull BBC dramas. Bored of answering the same questions on chat shows and breakfast television. Bored of keeping the real him hidden away. So when the opportunity presents itself to collaborate with up-and-coming rock band Witching Hour, he takes it, against his own common sense and the condescending advice of his agent. Witching Hour’s mysterious guitarist Crowley, flame-haired, moody, and a good fifteen years his junior, certainly seems worth the risk. A human actor/rock star AU.

search terms by Vagabond (M, 43k) Aziraphale expects it to be a quiet night working in the university library when a flashy red haired, foul mouthed, panicking student needs to find credible sources for his paper and can't figure out how to use the search. Little does Aziraphale know that meeting Crowley will lead him on a path to self-discovery, and give him the family he didn't realize he needed. From a prompt on tumblr: College AU - You’re REALLY GOOD at using the right search terms for the academic databases and I’m on a deadline.

Loving You Slow by TawnyOwl95 (E, 46k) Crowley just wants to dance, but he's not prepared to sell his soul (and other things) at Mayfair's Hellfire Club to do it. Tending bar at The Bookshop in Soho is just the escape he needs, providing Crowley can convince the club’s owner he really belongs on the stage. Unfortunately Aziraphale Eastgate is not quite the generous guardian angel Crowley has been led to believe. Welcome to The Bookshop, where it always pays to look under the covers.

It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine by Dervila, elf_on_the_shelf (E, 63k) After Adam's parents die in a car crash, Aziraphale is forced to start taking care of him as more than just an uncle. Don't get him wrong, he loves the little devil, it's just that he is completely clueless and could rather use some help. In comes Crowley, Adam's new nursery school teacher with his amazing skills in dealing with kids. Could he be the answer to all of Aziraphale's prayers - Adam-related and otherwise? Well, it looks like he might be just that, judging by the weird things Aziraphale's heart seems to be doing whenever he sets eyes on the man. Now, if only the tall ginger returned his feelings…

Golden Handcuffs by seekwill (E, 70k) Far from any city, near the Scottish coast, Tadfield College has a celebrated history, an unrivaled academic reputation, and two departments at war. When the Biology and English departments are forced to share a building, Senior Lecturer and botanist Anthony Crowley finds himself drawn into the orbit of the polite but strange English professor, Dr. Aziraphale Fell. As the new term begins, two academics navigate the politics of both their offices and academia, and try to solve the puzzle of one another.

Barriers, and the Breaking Thereof by Cardinal_Daughter (M, 71k) Ezra Fell has long been comfortable in his loneliness. He’s content to simply run the Soho Public Library and otherwise keep to himself. However, when a handsome stranger bursts in one evening with a baby, frantic and in need of help, Ezra finds those carefully constructed barriers he’s long maintained begin to crack. Perhaps it’s time to let them fall. Human AU. Complete.

The Sometimes Wife by AgentStannerShipper (E, 74k) It is a truth universally acknowledged that older brothers are the worst. As the youngest of three children, Parson Aziraphale Fell has been given an ultimatum: find a wife, or lose the family's support. The only problem? Aziraphale has never looked at a woman that way in his life. His attention has instead been captured by the family gardener, a beautiful young man who holds Aziraphale's heart in his hands. But when a mysterious newcomer arrives in the village, Aziraphale finds himself falling - quite unexpectedly - for her as well. Aziraphale knows he will have to choose. After all, it's not as if he can have both…can he?

What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding) by charlottemadison (E, 213k) The important thing, Crowley tells himself -- the most important thing -- is Adam, his brilliant, creative, empathetic nephew. Being fourteen's hard enough; the kid didn't ask to deal with the weight of the world on top of it. And if taking care of Adam means Crowley has to tough it out at a job he can’t stand, so be it. And if Crowley's job means that Adam’s charming English teacher is NOT a romantic possibility, well, that's just how things go. But the occasional drink with Aziraphale proves hard to resist. They frequent the same pub, so who can object to them saying hello? Briefly sharing a table? Perhaps a little conversation? The painful knowledge that it can’t be anything more -- not without somebody getting fired or sued or both -- well, that can't be helped. Until Crowley stumbles onto a terribly reckless idea…

i also love writing found family fics myself:

The Anon Before Christmas by foolishlovers (E, 66k) When Crowley’s friend, blogging buddy and business partner Anathema announces her annual Secret Santa Exchange on Tumblr, she is very adamant Crowley should join this year. The old-fashioned (but admittedly compassionate) man he gets assigned to send anonymous messages to every day until Christmas sounds awfully similar to the fussy bookseller that his friends adore, yet Crowley tries to avoid at all costs. But surely his friends would have mentioned if Aziraphale had taken an interest in the Bad Omens fandom as well… right? Or: An Enemies to Lovers Secret Santa Tumblr AU.

Tales of Turning Pages by foolishlovers (E, 73k) Every Tuesday, aspiring romance novelist Anthony J. Crowley pays a visit to his local library and the charming angel working there. Every Tuesday, Aziraphale Fell finds himself more and more intrigued by the curious stranger who turns his orderly life as a small-town librarian upside down.

Wild Hearts by foolishlovers (E, 56k+, WIP) In the idyllic English countryside, far from the hustle and bustle of the big city, two teachers at Willowbrook Hall set out to transform their students’ lives through the world of theatre. But for Mr. Crowley, the challenge of navigating his long hidden feelings and dear friendship with Mr. Fell may prove to be the greatest drama of all.

#(sorry i haven't really read any rare pair ones as far as i can remember)#hope this helps 💜#good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens fic rec #aziracrow #aziracrow fic #crowley x aziraphale #good omens human au #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #good omens fics #found family #gomens fanfic #foolish recs #go fic masterpost

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viv-spn · 2 months

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

#good omens #good omens fanart #fanfic #shotgun wedding #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #crowley #anthony j crowley #crowleys eyes #heterochromia #fanart #david tennant #digital art #art #gomens #neil gaiman #gomens fanfic #gomens fanart #gomens fandom

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mothdogsart · 3 months

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My fifth bind is complete! This is a collection of some of my absolute favorite short Good Omens fics (sub-20k words) which I sorted into rough thematic categories. This book features works by @thehoyden and @darcylindbergh (among others who I don’t think are on Tumblr) as well as a cover image graciously provided by @adealiz ♥️

Technical details follow:

This was my first time working with this specific paper (which I cut to the correct grain direction! What a delight!) as well as my first time using hand-marbled endpaper (as opposed to printed scrapbook paper.) The endpaper was much thinner than what I’m used to, so I had a little unexpected glue moisture rippling.

I think I’ll be switching my fonts up going forward. I keep having issues getting Garamond to print consistently.

For the cover, I used a faux leather upholstery patch. I printed the cover image on printable vinyl and added some silver lettering stickers. It might not be the most durable/travelable thing ever, but it looks nice on the shelf.

I’m so happy to have this one done—the learning process never ends. I’m already typesetting my next two binds, another Good Omens fic and a Star Trek AU 😊

❗️These binds are not for sale. Authors and artists may inquire about gift copies.

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raz-writes-the-thing · 4 months

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Spent and Sated (Good Omens Drabble)

Aziraphale x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: Aziraphale knows you can take one more load.

Fic type: smut

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From an outsider’s perspective, Aziraphale could come across as a very… unsexual person. You, however, knew the truth of how deeply depraved the Angel could be when he wanted to.

Right now was no exception.

Right now Aziraphale had you bent in half underneath him as he ploughed his thick cock into your hole. You were whining and writhing under him, but he didn’t let up for even a moment. This was round two, you were pretty sure- or was it round three?

Either way, you’d been fucked completely dumb and were loving it, too.

“Look at you,” Aziraphale panted, sweat dripping down the side of his face. “Fucked to completion under me like this-”

You groaned, spasming around his cock as his words shot heat down your spine.

“How many times, hmm? How many times have you climaxed for me, my dear? Three? Four? Oh, my sweet thing. Do you have any more for me?”

You nodded dumbly, tears welling up in your eyes as he fucked into your harshly. You were coming undone once again, that pressure building as the desperation grew. Was it desperation for him to stop or was it desperation for him to continue? At this point, you couldn’t tell. The only things you knew were the throb of his cock and the feeling of fullness in your hole.

“Fuck, Zira–” You whimpered, clenching weakly around him as he brought one hand to that spot between your legs that had you seeing stars.

“Now, now,” Aziraphale tutted. “There’s no need for blasphemy. You know I’m going to breed you, my darling. Wouldn’t you like to finish for me one more time?”

You decided to ignore the fact that Aziraphale had sworn only about two minutes ago, figuring that it wasn’t worth the effort to argue the point right now.

The wet slap of the spent seed already inside you as Zira fucked into you only managed to make you feel all that much more full, and you weren't entirely sure you were going to be able to handle another load.

“You know you can, my darling,” Aziraphale panted, fingers tightening on your hips. “You know you can take more.”

Your face screwed up with pleasure as he fucked harder now, nearing his climax.

“You want to be full of my seed, don’t you, my dear? Oh, yes, bred full and willing- you’re so wonderful-”

You feebly attempted to squeeze around him to encourage him to finish. It seemed to work as he finally jerked forward once, twice more and spent himself inside you.

Aziraphale groaned, head dropping down to rest on your shoulder as the last ropes of his seed found their way into your hole.

“That’s it, my dear,” he panted, “always so good for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded, exhausted and so very sated.

“Always, my Angel. Always.”

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alphacentaurinebula · 3 months

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Chapter 13 of What Are You Doing Here now up!!

Only TWO MORE CHAPTERS TO GO, I can't believe it. Honestly I am going to be really sad when I'm finished with this fic.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #gomens fanfic #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #waydh

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lina-lovebug · 2 months

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Why is there a roll in the oven?

Crowley x fem presenting! reader x Aziraphale

Background: you try and make a cute video revealing your pregnancy to your husbands but it goes wrong

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You had it all ready.

Under the guise is getting something to pop in the oven for dinner, you went to the store to buy the usual groceries. Aziraphale wanted to join you, but you reminded him that he can't just close early.

Even if he never sold any books.

You quickly ran inside, bags in your hands but Crowley was in the kitchen. "Let me take those, love."

"No!" You shouted, stepping back.

"No. . .? Is everything alright?" You never rejected their help when bringing in anything, so this startled Crowley.

"Yes, yes. I just. . .don't want to ruin the surprise," you explained quickly, walking around him to place the bags on the counter top.

"Surprise?" His tone was suggestive, bringing heat to your face, "not that kind of surprise, Crowley."

He chuckled, the same smirk on his lips as he kissed the back of your neck sweetly. Crowley grew more touchy once your relationship blossomed. In public, his hands were always occupied by one on your waist and the other holding Aziraphales hand. Sometimes it alternated, but it was basically a warning to anyone looking. "Yes, they're both mine. Fuck off", was the statement.

"Oh and do let Azira know not to come into the kitchen. Thank you," You pressed a chaste kiss to your demon, who hummed before walking away with a smile.

The proposal was unexpected but sweet.

Having been together for years, Crowley and Aziraphale came up with a day entirely about you. They took you to your favorite bakery in France, went to the aquarium, dined at The Ritz for lunch and finally had a lovely dinner at home. Your favorite red candles were lit, the scent wafting through the air. Aziraphale started with a speech, pledging his eternal love for you. Crowley finished off by claiming how he felt undeserving of this kind of love, but loved you with his entire being and wouldn't have any other beings to spend his life with.

And they both proposed.

You cried - a lot, which initially worried them because "why isn't she saying yes???"

But you explained messily by saying you were planning to propose, pulling out a single box with two gold bands and inside carved "my heart, forevermore".

You all cried.

"Don't go into the kitchen, angel," Crowley put his hand on his shoulder as he came home for the day, hanging his coat on the rack.

"(Y/N) is planning a surprise."

"A surprise?" Aziraphale asked, "but it's not our anniversary. Oh, is it that strawberry cake we like?"

Crowley shrugged, "don't know, but she's serious about it."

After setting up the camera, an excited smile on your face, you set it to record.

"Azira!" You poked your head out, running to your angel before giving him a longing kiss. Aziraphale returned it happily, his hands setting themselves on your face.

"Someone's in a good mood," Aziraphales' voice dropped lower, which would usually send them into a spiral and beg him to use that voice in the bedroom.

But that was for later.

"Come, come," she ushered them both into the kitchen.

"Now, both of you, open the oven," she was grinning wildly, unable to contain her excitement.

"Both of us. . .?" Crowley questioned.

"Humor me, my love," she replied and her ineffable husbands obeyed, and stilled.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yes?"

"Why is there a roll in the oven?" Crowley questioned.

"And why is it on fire?" Aziraphale added.

"Oh shit!" She cursed, running to grab one of the many fire extinguishers that Aziraphale insisted they needed after the shop caught fire.

"Shit, shit, shit!" She yelled, running back and immediately putting out the fire. But she didn't stop using it, even after the flames were clearly out.

"Flower, put it down."

"My dear, is everything alright?"

Her lips were brought into a frown as she sighed, eyes clouding with tears. They exchanged a worried glance before the first sob escaped.

"I-I wanted to make it special, but now. . .oh I forgot I turned it on for dinner," she hiccuped as they brought her in for a hug. Crowley stroked her hair whilst Aziraphale pressed a kiss to her forehead.

"It's okay, my love. We can order out," Aziraphale reassured but she sighed in frustration.

"No, no, it's not that. I. . .bun in the oven!"

"Bun in the oven?" Crowley repeated, confused.

"Bun in the. . .oven. . ." Aziraphale realized, looking at his wife with a growing smile. "You're pregnant?"

"Yes, I'm pregnant," you laughed gently as you tried to wipe the tears but Aziraphale began to cover your face in kisses. "Oh she's pregnant! Crowley, we're going to be fathers!"

"Crowley. . .?" You asked, not seeing a response from him. He took off his glasses, revealing a light sheen over his serpentine eyes before he kneeled down and leant his head against your stomach.

"I love you," he whispered, pressing a kiss against your stomach and looking up at you, "thank you, my love."

"And it's twins," you added, causing your celestial beings to look at eachother immediately.

"Is it. . .?"

"I don't know. . .I mean, it could be. . ."

But they didn't care in reality. All that mattered was that you were healthy, carrying twin babies, a bun that was preciously on fire and ordering takeout whilst relaxing with your husbands.

#crowley imagine #crowley x reader #gomens fanfic #good omens imagine #good omens x reader #aziraphale imagine #aziraphale x reader

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esthermitchell-author · 4 months

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Y'all have liked the shit out of this, so here's the full snippet for that kiss comment of Aziraphale's (keep in mind, this is from my upcoming 1941 story):

Somewhere, in the hazy recesses between I'm kissing Aziraphale and Fuck, I love him so much, Crowley realized something around them had changed. And then reality intruded. They were no longer dancing.

Panic jolted through Crowley. How was he going to explain this? He didn't even regret it, but nor did he want to get dragged off to Hell knowing Aziraphale hated him.

"Angel, I..." He opened his eyes, expecting fury and betrayal in Aziraphale's cerulean eyes. What he was unprepared for was the watery tremor of tears. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I made him cry! No, angel, please no! "I'm... I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean to--"

His words died off on a flinch as Aziraphale's hands reached toward his face, and he expected to get slapped, at very least. Braced for a slap, he startled in confusion when those silky, thick fingers of Aziraphale's moved up to gently close around the temples of his shades, a small, reproachful smile on the angel's lips.

"If you're going to kiss me, Crowley," the angel's whispered words beamed like sunlight over the demon, until he could barely contain the tremor racing through his body, "don't hide your eyes from me when you do it."

A stuttering breath left Crowley as Aziraphale folded the glasses carefully and tucked them into the breast pocket of Crowley's shirt before giving it a light, stroking pat. Then, as the angel's eyes came back to his, Crowley leaned in, brushed another light kiss on Aziraphale's lips, and muttered, "I promise, angel."

Aziraphale hummed and, before Crowley could process what he was up to, wrapped one hand in the demon's bright red tie and pulled him closer, opening his mouth beneath Crowley's kiss.

#What if “I forgive you” was about a broken promise?#good omens 1941 #good omens #good omens fandom #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #crowley #azicrow #ineffable spouses #fanfic #gomens fanfic #go fanfic

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once-upon-the-earth · 30 days

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writing gomens fanfic after only ever writing in one fandom feels like doing something illegal but it also heals my whole soul

im making them hug so much oh my GOD

#good omens #gomens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #anthony j crowley #neil gaiman #aziracrow #good omens fanfiction #gomens fanfic

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patronsaintofelsewhere · 8 months

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Unknown / Nth

Summary

For the first time in six millennia, Crowley is completely alone. A week ago, Aziraphale had said “forgive” in the space that Crowley had hoped he’d say “love,” and Crowley hasn’t spent a moment sober since. Plagued by lovesick daydreams and laudanum-fueled nightmares, he struggles to cope with the loss of his angel.

Rating: T | 1,800 words

On AO3.

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um-its-ace · 13 days

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The East Wall Chapter 3

“Is Aziraphale working today?”

“Oh, you must be Mr. Crowley!” Muriel bounced up on their toes as they spoke.

“Um, yeah.” Crowley looked around but didn't see anyone else in the store except for an older woman near the back corner.

“Aziraphale talks about you all the time!” they said, beaming.

“Oh.” Crowley’s cheeks warmed. “He does?”

“Oh yeah! You’re the guy with the coffee shop.”

Crowley leaned forward, suddenly needing to know more, and whispered, “Is that all he says about me?”

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #gomens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #coffee shop #coffee shop au #aziracrow

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foolishlovers · 2 months

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CO-WORKER AUs: Below you can find a list of Good Omens AUs in which Crowley and Aziraphale are co-workers. (oh my god they were co-workers)

[Requested by anon. You can request more fic recs here.]

Hit me with your ledger by KissMyAsthma (G, 1k) Corporate accountant Aziraphale has been infatuated with his coworker Crowley for a long time, but he has done nothing about it. One day, opportunity strikes and… Sometimes, an accidental nude is all it takes to score a date.

Get Down by AppleSeeds (T, 3k) When Aziraphale calls downstairs asking them to send up someone to fix the fax machine in his office, he doesn't expect them to send the most handsome and stylish man he's ever encountered in his entire life. Hopefully he won't end up doing anything foolish to embarrass himself.

The Piano Serpent by journeytogallifrey (T, 3k) Aziraphale owns The Flaming Sword, which is one of the premier gay bars in London. Everyone knows this… except for their pianist, Crowley. While the regulars take bets over whether he's the clueless straight person he seems, Aziraphale just tries to prevent himself from falling further. But one night Crowley plays a song written specially to honor their regulars, and Aziraphale can't hold the truth in any longer. How will Crowley react? Will the truth really set them free?

Hold the Lift by CemeteryAngel725 (T, 5k) Crowley just wants to get to work on time, but when he gets stuck in a lift with new guy Aziraphale, he ends up with a lot more than he bargained for. See, Aziraphale has this list of 36 questions…

!False (It's Funny Because It's True) by MirjamOmens (E, 6k) Aziraphale drew a long breath through his nose. Crowley, of course it had to be Crowley. The new guy in the sales department, who would promise potential customers just about anything to close a deal. Arrogant, annoying – and wildly, stupidly attractive. Aziraphale hated him. Aziraphale is a stellar software architect and a project manager, who is so done with the sales department selling unrealistically scheduled and budgeted projects. And he definitely doesn't have a crush on anyone, thank you very much.

Bang This Out? by crepesandoysters (E, 9k) As far as work friendships go, Aziraphale and Crowley have won the jackpot. They work well together and know how to make each other laugh, the whole metaphorical package. They could even be called best friends. Or, at least, they could be called that until today. Today comes with a kiss, and the kiss comes with more. A lot more if it were up to them. Except that their workplace seems to have other ideas.

Cock Tales by TawnyOwl95 (E, 12k) Crowley’s love life is on the rocks so he finally swears off men. Typical that his new job places him with a co-worker who's so straight up sexy. Or in which, Aziraphale tries to mix things up, Crowley is shaken and Anathema is a right stirrer. But could a relationship be worth a shot?

I'm Beginning to See the Light by ineffabildaddy (E, 15k) There was Crowley - the paragon of cool, the overlord of apathy, breezing easily through each and every one of their exchanges and giving no fucks while doing so; then there was the anachronistic, cloying Aziraphale, trying and failing not to live life like a Thomas Hardy protagonist, and giving many fucks indeed. Or: Aziraphale has quite the pash on his colleague Crowley, who seems resolutely disinterested in him. As their annual Christmas party progresses, it appears that Crowley may not be as disinterested as Aziraphale first thought.

Wild Hearts by foolishlovers (E, 15k, WIP) In the idyllic English countryside, far from the hustle and bustle of the big city, two teachers at Willowbrook Hall set out to transform their students’ lives through the world of theatre. But for Mr. Crowley, the challenge of navigating his long hidden feelings and dear friendship with Mr. Fell may prove to be the greatest drama of all.

House Style by soft_october (M, 24k) “Since that's all settled, the real question is did he give you his number?” Anathema laughed. “He was looking at you the way you look at lunch.” “Forget lunch!” Michael declared. “He was looking at you the way you were looking at him!” Aziraphale is content in his job as an editor at Celestial Publishing, though he could go for a bit less of doing his boss' job for him. But everything goes a bit screwy when the CEO brings in a consultant with plans to build a program that will turn the entire editorial department on its head. If only he wasn't so handsome.

All Lines Are Open by TawnyOwl95, FeralTuxedo (E, 21k) Anthony Crowley, bored host of a trite call-in radio show on Tadfield FM, has very few pleasures in life beyond annoying his long-suffering producer Aziraphale. When a caller reports suspicious activity at the abandoned Tadfield Manor, Crowley is determined to investigate, dragging Aziraphale along. Both of them are going to get more than they bargained for. A local radio AU

Heavenly Wicked Cafe by WaitingToBeBroken (T, 28k, WIP) There is a terribly rude barista that makes amazing coffee and a saint of a barista, whose coffee tastes vile. And they are in love.

i've found a way (a way to make you smile) by curtaincall (T, 40k) Crowley worked in Sales. He had never intended to work in Sales. It had just sort of happened. One moment, there he’d been, a newly minted university graduate off to change the world, exquisitely useless Philosophy degree in hand, and now here he was, having sauntered vaguely downwards into a Hell that consisted mainly of cold-calling new customers and sucking up to existing ones. AU based on The Office.

First Class (Hons) Christmas, University of Tadfield. by heloluv (M, 41k) Dr. A.Z. Fell is a renowned literature tutor at the prestigious University of Tadfield. December is upon the University, and Dr. Fell is leading the Christmas Charity Drive. He needs volunteers. Dr. A.J. Crowley is a skilled plant ecologist who recently began his tenure at UoT. He can't stand Christmas, and nothing at all could ever possibly convince him to partake in "festivities". Until a certain literary expert catches his eye. A Christmas and New Years fic, in which Aziraphale teaches Crowley how to enjoy the most wonderful time of the year.

because thinking makes it so by summerofspock, NaroMoreau (E, 41k) It's supposed to be an exchange. An arrangement. Something to make them both feel better and less lonely. But Crowley's never had the brightest ideas.

Tadfield's Finest by angelsnuffbox (E, 51k) The sleepy town of Tadfield is thoroughly shaken by the arrival of DI Crowley. Where barely anything ever happened before, there is now a bustle of low grade criminal activity, and everyone knows where to point the blame. Gabriel thinks he's a bad omen for the town, many others are quick to agree. Meanwhile, Aziraphale from SOCO just thinks he's hot. Ridiculously so.

Golden Handcuffs by seekwill (E, 70k) Far from any city, near the Scottish coast, Tadfield College has a celebrated history, an unrivaled academic reputation, and two departments at war. When the Biology and English departments are forced to share a building, Senior Lecturer and botanist Anthony Crowley finds himself drawn into the orbit of the polite but strange English professor, Dr. Aziraphale Fell. As the new term begins, two academics navigate the politics of both their offices and academia, and try to solve the puzzle of one another.

Sugar And Spice by SylWritesStuff, ladydragona (E, 95k, WIP) Queer technology giant Anthony J. Crowley is just about ready to throw in the towel after relationship after relationship has failed, but there's a new barista at the company coffee shop and he's cute and sweet and Crowley's never been able to resist blond hair and blue eyes. The tabloids will have a field day, they always do, but his assistant is getting married and a temp is needed. A temp who really isn't very good at making complicated coffees, has past experience in reception, and absolutely no idea that the latest complicated coffee order came from the owner himself. Aziraphale only knows that he's handsome, patient, and was the first person who told him he was doing well. How could he refuse the temp position? Or, he soon discovers, more.

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#hope this helps!! reblog/likes/replies always so appreciated 💜#good omens #good omens fics #good omens fic rec #good omens fanfic #aziracrow #aziracrow fic #aziraphale x crowley #good omens human au #co-workers au #gomens fanfic #foolish recs #go fic masterpost

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oatmealaddiction · 5 months

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Check out Chapter Two of my Gomens Fic! Wherein we get to the lead up which is generally just going to be a lot of crying.

#Good Omens #Gomens #ineffable husbands #Muriel #gomens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #gomens fanfiction #gomens fic #good omens fic #Crowley and Muriel solidarity

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raz-writes-the-thing · 4 months

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New Year's Kiss (Good Omens One-Shot)

Aziraphale x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Aziraphale asks to be your New Year's kiss.

Fic type: holiday fluff

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You’d mentioned it when you were a little tipsy on New Year's morning. You’d never been kissed. You’d never had a kiss on New Year’s either. Well, those things sort of went hand in hand, but the point was- you’d never felt someone’s lips upon yours.

It wasn’t necessarily something that upset you. It was a fact just like how caterpillars have, like, four thousand muscles was a fact. But Aziraphale was a romantic at heart, and how could he let a stunning creature such as you go without a New Year’s kiss when there wouldn’t be another chance of that for another whole year? Not a long time for Aziraphale, no- but it was for you.

So, at five minutes to, Aziraphale took your hands in his and gave you one of his ever so charmingly romantic smiles.

“My dear,” he started somewhat hesitantly. Like he didn’t quite know what to say. “I’ve been thinking about your confession this morning.”

“My confession?” You asked, having sobered up many hours previous. “Oh! The New Year’s kiss thing? Yeah, what about it?”

Aziraphale’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand. Your heart skipped a beat.

You’d had feelings for Aziraphale for a while now. How could you not? He was soft, kind, handsome and a reader. And he did his own washing- what more could you ask for, really? But you’d never really entertained the idea that he might have felt the same way for you.

“I know I haven’t mentioned it before,” he said, clearing his throat and ordering his thoughts. “But- if you were amenable, I- well, I would be honoured if you’d do me the honour of being your first.”

You blinked a couple of times, trying to let the information absorb into your brain.

“Kiss, that is,” he hurriedly corrected, though you honestly wouldn’t have minded the alternative either just quietly.

“I- Aziraphale,” you breathed, a smile slowly spreading over your lips. You bit down on your bottom one so as not to seem too eager. There was a squeal threatening to escape you any second now.

“I know this is highly unusual for romantic courtships,” he continued on, clearly growing anxious now. “But I just thought, well, why not ‘shoot my shot’, as it were.”

Your eyes darted to the countdown on the television. Just a minute left now. Outside, you could hear the people gathered on the street start to countdown.

“I- yes, Aziraphale. I would love that.”

Aziraphale looked very pleased with himself, and he let go of one of your hands to brush his forefinger down your cheek.

“You’re truly stunning, my dear. Gorgeous.”

You could feel your cheeks flush slightly at the compliment. Aziraphale was always paying you compliments, but they never ceased to fluster you with their sincerity.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you chuckled back, eyes roaming over his features. He really was gorgeous, wasn’t he? Outside, you could hear the countdown get louder as it reached ten seconds to go.

Your grin was infectious, and Aziraphale shot you one of his own. He shuffled in place as if he were nervous. He probably was.

And then the countdown struck zero, and Aziraphale’s lips were on yours. Soft skin but a firm press of his lips. Your arms wound around his neck and you pressed yourself close. You’d waited so long for this- for a kiss, for Aziraphale, really.

And now you had him.

Zira pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours affectionately. He held you close, not wanting to let go of you just yet.

“Happy New Year, my darling,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Happy New Year, Zira,” you replied lovingly.

It was gonna be a good year. You just knew it.

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alphacentaurinebula · 2 months

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What Are You Doing Here?

It's the apocalypse, baby! In fact...it's the end of the apocalypse!

The final chapter of What Are You Doing Here is now up!!

No extract this week because I couldn't find a single bit that wasn't a spoiler. But I am very happy to say this work is now complete!

Thank you so much to everyone who has read, commented, kudos'd or shared this fic. It has meant so much to me. This fic has been such a joy to write, I can't believe it's over!

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ineffable-hyperfixation · 5 months

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He grabbed the limp body and held it gently in his arms

Crowley was gone, Aziraphale couldn't sense even the tiniest spark of him. And since his body was still here that meant....

A sob tore out of him, gone. It meant gone

He pulled the cooling body desperately closer and let the tears fall free

Crowley had always been the singer, but as he nuzzled his face against the ex-demons body that thought never crossed his mind as he started humming in between sobs....then faintly

"that certain night" he gasped in a breath and put his forehead against Crowley's, "the night we met....there was *hic* music...abroad" he had to stop to catch his breath again "in the air"

He pulled back enough to be able to brush the hair off his beloved's face before "there were Angels...dining *sniff* at the Ritz" he pulled Crowley closer again, burying his face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the lingering scent and now a bit muffled finished "and a Nightingale sang...in Berkeley Squa.." the last word cracked as fresh sobs racked his aching heartbroken body.

He kept humming and rocking a little, and from his snuggled position didn't notice a hand twitch ever so slightly

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esthermitchell-author · 3 months

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Invisible Author jumping up and down.

Hello??? Anyone out there? You keep putting forward ideas I've already written, and going "wouldn't this be a great fic?"

Uh... yeah. It would. That's why I WROTE it.

So... bloody... tired.

What the fuck? Why bother? All fucking pointless, anyway.

Here's the list, if you're actually looking:

Born of Starlight

Starts 2 days after the end of Season 2.

Covers the Second Coming battle

Meet Jemima Crowley-Fell -- the half-angel/half-demon celestial being born in Heaven's Starlight Chamber (don't know what that is, read the story!)

A wedding!

Pets!

Lots of adorable domesticity and growing up!

A school bully and the fallout (uh-oh!)

Christmas x3!

Lots of fluff!

And a whole lot more! (137K words worth!)

Under Cover of Night

1941!

The beginning of "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square"

A first kiss?

The rings!

"Maybe, someday"

The Lady Hid Many Secrets

Leonardo da Vinci

What's with the Mona Lisa?

Historical scene

Just post Nahmageddon scene

The truth revealed

Risen To Grace

Christmas, 1914

WWI Western Front

Crowley the Spy / Aziraphale the doctor

Memories of war amidst another (1941)

Memories of war from a time of peace (Post Second Coming)

A Gift of Words

Johannes Guttenberg

The first printed book wasn't the Bible

Bookshop opening, 1800

A secret revealed, many years later

And so much more...

I feel bad for bringing this stuff up like this... But feeling completely invisible is triggering (I know, very much a me thing, not a you one), And I keep seeing all these "master lists" of different kind of GO fanfics (including fluffy, which is what I write), and all these people going "Oh, this would make a great fanfic" and it's like being slapped, kicked, punched, and then walked all over in cleats.

So, this is the start of my list. Probably only to be buried, but hey, at least I know I made the attempt. *shrugs*

Happy reading! Remember...

Keep calm, and ❤️ on!

🐍🪽❤️🏳️‍🌈

🖤🩶🤍💜

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