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gaslightgallows · 5 years

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I want you all to understand how deeply I've fallen into the Good Omens pit. This is what my WIP folder looks like:

It hasn't even been a month yet. I’m doomed.

(descriptions and a few snippets under the cut)

All About Oysters: Aziraphale and Crowley snack in bed while reminiscing about the first meal they ever shared. (tooth-rotting fluff plus historical flashbacks, aka I had to ask someone what oysters tasted like for this fic and wow that was more than I ever needed to know about edible bivalves)

An Invisible Wound: After the business with the Templar, Crowley tries to help Aziraphale regain his footing on Earth. (Follow-up to “Jewel in the Crown” [below].)

Between what had happened with the Templar (ten years on and the angel still looked as bad as he had when Crowley had rescued him) and what had happened in Troyes (it wasn’t Guichard’s fault that his father had been a demon, but the church tribunal hadn’t seen it that way), there were too many dangers abroad in the world, even for occult and ethereal beings. “Look, thanks to the valiant efforts of both sides, the fourteenth century is clearly shaping up to be a hundred-year-long piss pot. The least I can do is give you a little advice.”

Angels With Wild Beast’s Eyes: Along in his shop, Aziraphale reads poetry and thinks decidedly unangelic thoughts about a certain demon. (probably going to be NSFW)

He always made sure to keep a bit of Calvados in the bookstore, but he indulged in it only rarely.

Only when he had a particular demon on his mind.

everything i had but couldn’t keep: Crowley thought he’d lost Aziraphale. Now he won’t let his angel out of his sight. (aaaaaaaaaaaaaangst. and discussions of suicide)

Crowley twisted his neck round to peer up at the angel and frown. “Is that really all holy water is?”

“Of course. Well, sort of – it’s the blessing that makes it truly holy, of course. But it’s not as though I had to go to Galilee to fetch the stuff.”

“...I don’t know why that never occurred to me before.”

Jewel in the Crown: Aziraphale is captured by a Templar Knight and brought to France in chains as his new trophy. (not listed above)

Love and the Whole Art of Sin: look, the prompt for this was “sexy angel/demon times with a super subby Crowley”, I think that says everything. (definitely NSFW)

"My beautiful, sad, wonderful, maddening, good Crowley..."

The demon let out a whimper, and then cursed softly at his own weakness. "Are you trying to undo me with words?"

"Possibly. I know a lot of words."

Mad, Bad, Dangerous, Et Cetera: Crowley wakes up in the middle of the 19th century, bumps into Aziraphale and learns more about his old friend than he wanted to know. (lots of sex talk, no actual sex)

Crowley took a sip of his wine and let the flavorful liquid linger on his tongue for an extra second or two before swallowing. “Angel,” he drawled, “it reeks of fornication in here.”

Aziraphale bristled as though struck, which told him he was right. “It does not!”

“Oh, it most certainly does.”

One Good Turn (working title): A year after averting The War, and after a chance encounter with Adam Young, Crowley and Aziraphale decide it’s time to get back to being godfathers to the Antichrist. The correct Antichrist, this time.

“Oh, and I almost forgot. My cousin Anthony and his boyfriend are coming for a visit next Friday.”

Mr. Young looked up from his after-dinner newspaper with an expression of sublime bewilderment. “Your cousin Anthony? And… his boyfriend?”

“Yes, dear. Adam and I ran into the boyfriend – oh, no, I suppose ‘partner’ is probably the better word, they’re both a bit mature to be boyfriends – anyway, we ran into his partner in London when we were there shopping for your birthday, and we got to talking, and then Anthony turned up and we all had a lovely lunch and I said, it’s been ages since you’ve come to visit! And he said yes, but he’d been out of the country and working, and after this and that, well, Arthur…”

Dierdre Young went on with her explanation for several minutes, while Mr. Young listened and nodded and Adam watched his father’s eyes glaze over.

The Patience of Angels: the big damn Book of Enoch-inspired fic that started me down this road to Hell.

“You’ve been consorting with demons for centuries, that makes you the expert.”

“I have consorted—that is, I have been acquainted with one demon, singular, who is not what you might call a common denizen of Hell. And while I’m always interested in finding ways to help humans thwart the wiles of the evildoer at every turn, as you might say, I’ve also been in a very peaceful state of semi-retirement for several years.”

“True,” Gabriel pointed out, “but that’s still only semi-retired. And you’re technically still on our payroll.”

The Whole Damn World Turned Upside Down: After Crowley saves him from Nazis, Aziraphale makes an admission he hadn’t intended to make that night. Or possibly ever.

Aziraphale stooped to help him to his feet. “My dear fellow,” he said gently, “I’m an angel. I was made to sense love.”

“Oh no, don’t say it.” Crowley slumped forward, shaking his head forlornly. “Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it. There’s nothing we can do…”

“But… it’s true.”

The demon swallowed. “True as gospel.”

Where Love's a Grown Up God: A long, drawn-out, emotional exploration of the Ineffable Husbands the night after the Apocalypse That Wasn’t. (possibly NSFW, not sure yet)

Crowley was gawking at him in a remarkably dumbfounded manner. "Angel," he said. "Kiss. More."

"Oh, for the love of—we don't have time!"

So Crowley stopped time.

It was talent peculiar to him, though whether it was specific to his demonic existence or something left over from his time as an angel, Aziraphale wasn't sure and had never worked up the nerve to ask. But it had saved his life a time or two, it had helped to save the world, and now...

And... now.

Wonders of the Invisible World: Crowley manages to get caught up in the Salem Witch Trials. (This fic is mostly an excuse for me to shit on Cotton Mather.)

"Oh no, not a witch. I'm special. For once, the pious idiots have gotten it right."

"Oh no. You mean...?"

"Yup. Charged with being a demon. I hate America."

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