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hansoeii · 23 days

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Supreme Archangel Aziraphale and Duke of Hell Crowley.

This piece was a commission for @moonyinpisces's fanfiction "how do we turn on the light?" on Ao3! Had such a blast working on this!

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nightgoodomens · 9 months

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Fanfiction by NightGoodOmens

Fugitives (in progress)

Archangel Aziraphale sacrificed his relationship with Crowley for the greater good. But when Metatron ordered him to murder the love of his eternal life as part of the Second Coming plan, he fled. Now he and Crowley are fugitives, chased by Angels and Demons, and nowhere is safe for them. They need to learn how to live as humanly as possible to avoid being tracked. They need to hide, constantly move, fight, find moments of sanity in the insanity... but most of all they need to learn how to communicate - or they will not survive.

Love Thy Monster (in progress)

Michael is a detective in a fairly small village called Eden, a place now suffering from horrifying murders. It is up to Michael to figure out who's behind it and why. Within the horror, there is love. Michael can't keep his eyes off the new neighbour called David who seems to have many secrets of his own. But in a village stuck in the past, so focused on tradition and religion, and filled with many urban legends, can they make it work? How well can they hide? And what do you do when you realise you have fallen in love with a monster?

Broken Wings (one shot)

Will Aziraphale manage to catch Crowley before it is too late?

A Game between Satan and God (in progress)

Aziraphale is now the Archangel on a mission with not a single friend by his side. Crowley has been offered to become the Duke of Hell, a job he does not want, but might need to take if he wants do keep his Angel and their world safe. Both are wrong about the reason the other left.

A war between Heaven and Hell is coming.

The God and Satan are placing bets.

Were Aziraphale and Crowley the plan all along?

What If We Chose Us? (in progress)

That day Aziraphale chose Crowley.

Now they need to escape Metatron who's right outside the bookshop.

Is Crowley powerful enough to hold Metatron back?

Why Metatron wants Crowley gone?

What will happen next?

Sinner (one shot)

Aziraphale discovers that Crowley likes to fix things the human way which he finds fascinating. He also discovers that it often involves Crowley getting sweaty, dirty, and shirtless. Aziraphale decides that breaking things is the answer, because he is ready to sin.

Funny and sexy one shot inspired by that moment in the show where Crowley explains to Shax how to fix the boiler. I think a certain angel would find a hands-on demon very sexy.

The Confession (one shot)

The war is over. They have their cottage. Everything should be perfect. But they still have not talked properly and Aziraphale misses seeing joy and happiness in Crowley's eyes. It is time to bring it back - and Christmas might be just the most perfect time for it.

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phoen1xr0se · 5 months

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NEW Human AU - There Is A Light & It Never Goes Out by PhoenixRose314

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I've started writing something new, my first stab at a Good Omens Human AU, and I'd really truly appreciate it if some of the lovely fandom out there would give it a try and let me know what you think? It has two chapters published so far and will be getting weekly updates.

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Summary:

It had seemed like such a good idea. Running away to a remote, virtually uninhabited wild island, do some research for his latest paper, forget all about his nagging family, his coercive boss, the absolute mess he'd made of his life back in Soho... for five months, Aziraphale could just focus on work, get used to being lonely, and accept that love was not meant for someone like him.

That had been the plan, anyway.

Artist Credit: Bulan on X

This fic, currently rated M but will raise to E later on (we love a slow burn) features Aziraphale as a Professor of Ornithology, running away from a life he can no longer stand, and the island's lighthouse keeper Crowley, who has spent almost two decades putting a barrier up between himself and the rest of the world.

You can probably figure out where it goes from there.

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casifell · 8 months

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i never thought i would EVER cry to aziracrow smut, but here we are.

find it here. absolutely gut-wrenching. read at your own risk.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #aziraphale #azicrow #crowley #neil gaiman #michael sheen #david tennant #aziracrow smut #crowley x aziraphale #aziracrow fanfic #aziracrow fanfiction #i never thought i would be crying at smut but here we are #can i get a wahoo

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greenbowlerhat · 5 months

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“Demon Crowley, Category: Misc. / Aziraphale. Likes sweaters – gets cold often? Also possibly likes the way that Aziraphale’s clothes smell. Note to self – find out what laundry soap Aziraphale uses.” -A notebook entry by Muriel

from chapter five of my good omens (ineffable husbands / aziracrow) fic on ao3! 18 chapters, post season 2, lots of angst (with a happy ending!)… find me there as dustinthewind123 to read the rest!

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziracrow fanfiction #good omens angst #aziraphale and crowley

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theangelweeping · 15 days

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“I think that we should be doing what we’re supposed to do in order to get our bodies back. Like, since I am a demon, I should do bad actions and you should do the good ones. That’s how it’s supposed to be and it’s our best and, at this point, also our only option to succeed without contacting Heaven or Hell.”

It was true that Aziraphale had suggested that there was too much demonic essence in him and too much angelic essence in Crowley, but he wasn’t sure about him doing good actions for a living. And it’d be even more catastrophic for Aziraphale.

But then, they had had an Arrangement for centuries where they did both good and bad things. And certainly neither Heaven or Hell ever noticed anything weird, so why not give it a try? After all, he only had to do a few good actions from time to time. Aziraphale could help him with that.

And, why not? It would also be fun to see Aziraphale doing bad stuff, too.

Whatever kept his mind away from asking help from Above.

“Sounds good. Where do we start?”

Read the rest here

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checkyourcomms6 · 9 months

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Absence

Aziracrow, but post-season 2 angst.

Word Count: 1,277

Summary: Crowley's first time back in the bookshop goes about as well as can be expected...

Ao3: TrustMeImTheAuthor

Crowley feels the worn softness of a well-kept book cover skim over her fingertips. She’s come to a rigid stop next to a small, round table. With as much fondness as he can possibly spare, he rakes his shaded gaze over the tiny statue atop it. The stallion there is the same as ever, reared back on its hind legs to face Crowley with unwavering stillness. Just by habit, he reaches up to grasp at the frame of his glasses. It is a stunted, hollow mimicry of old choreography. There are customers here now… And there’s certainly no one around to look upon her yellow-sapped gaze the way she aches for. Their hand withers and retreats to their side once more.

As their feet swivel them back to face the rest of the bookstore, Crowley knows with absolute certainty that this is a mistake. Muriel has been doing a wonderful job with the shop. Crowley has no understanding of whether this news pleases her or is jagged grains of salt dragging over open flesh. It looks healthy. The store. Reds and honeys still sift together to cast a spell of warmth and comfort over the senses. It still smells of paper and wax and…

Crowley can’t help the grit of his teeth behind closed lips.

The few patrons here mill about in a way that sours his tongue. They’re all relaxed smiles of contentment and bright eyes of innocent curiosity. Completely unaware of the black hole of absence bending time and space around them.

Crowley slinks forward, daring her feet to at least help her make it to the center, circular carpet.

“Aziraphale?” a voice questions softly. Before he knows the thought, Crowley has already turned, head darting about to search for the downy white puff of hair. Instead, a young person stands to the side a few feet away, nose pushed into a book titled An Almost Entirely Accurate Breakdown of Angelic Hierarchy. At the sight of its sickly green cover, Crowley’s nose wrinkles in disgust. A pair of piercing brown eyes flick up over the offensive text to peer back through into Crowley’s own. The demon tries to save herself the grief of a human interaction, sniffing as she scrambles to occupy herself with the nearest object. Their fingers find a tiny booklet: Gale’s Guide to Eternal Glee. She snorts. God has a sick sense of humor.

“Excuse me, do you work here?”

Crowley sighs, their red wine curls tumbling over their shoulder as they tilt their neck back to acknowledge the human that just spoke.

“No… but I might as well,” he huffs. “If you’re trying to buy a book you should know the answer is probably no-”

“-I had a question, actually. I’m Paisley, by the way.”

“‘Course you are,” Crowley mutters imperceptibly, as this ‘Paisley’ person continues.

“This book,” they tap the book’s heavenly cover, “do you happen to have experience with the topic?”

All Crowley can manage is the longest- and most exhausted- stare possible. Paisley, chuffing the heel of their boot against the ground, seems to be full of unexpected patience for a twenty-something. For a moment, Crowley considers the usual tactic of walking away or pretending the pesky creature doesn’t exist. It’s a useful skill when she’s in a hurry or otherwise in a hellish mood. She breathes in, expecting her feet to carry her along to seek out Muriel, as originally intended. Or perhaps to flee this place, which is beginning to feel less like a bookshop and more like the gaping maw of a haunted house. Everywhere her sharp eyes flick to, there is another memory to swallow back.

“What do you want to know?” The question leaving Crowley’s lips is a static shock.

“I’ve got a report due for a religion course. Gotta pick an angel,” Paisley explains, fingering lazily at the open page. “Aziraphale seems like a cool name, but there’s like no info in the book. You know anything?”

Paisley George, of course, is just another university student trying desperately to write a research paper they’ve had a month to do in a record 47 hours. Their whole world rests in the fate of its completion. How are they to know they have also just been thrown mercilessly into the middle of the greatest of love stories in its most devastating chapter. The distance between the question young Paisley has asked and Crowley is just about 6,000 years of tireless longing.

Crowley’s mouth is a bit ajar, enough to betray him as his jaw quivers. He shuts it again, looking down as he feels the gravity of millennia upon already burdened shoulders.

“Yeap.” He pops the ‘p’. “Know that bloke.”

“What was he supposed to be like?” Paisley charges on, burning curious and bright like a righteous halo. “This book came recommended by the class, but it says fuck all really.”

In the several seconds it takes Crowley to conjure their answer, so many versions of the truth come to mind. She wants to call Aziraphale an idiotic, selfish creature of habit without a clue in the world. An angel, trained from inception to inflate the ego of Heaven at any cost. God’s most loyal pet.

Crowley wants to leave.

He hates the smell of him, still vacantly present in the background. The way his eyes dart to Aziraphale’s empty chair over and over and over makes him sick. Why is Crowley here? What could this have ever done but cause them a slow and effortless agony? Her name is, as always, playing on loop- a feather-soft siren song. Aziraphale. Aziraphale. Aziraphale.

“Aziraphale was the angel at the Garden of Eden,” Crowley murmurs gently, rubbing a palm over her face as she does. “Headstrong in his conviction, and loving, in all things. They are an angel of peace, knowledge, and comfort,” the demon expands. Somehow, the words just spill out. Aziraphale can be anything, after all, when told from Crowley’s lips- the only lips that have known the taste of his divinity.

“All the best food, all the best books… and magic. Magic is her thing, too. She’s the greatest admirer of planet Earth in all of Heaven. He’s…. Looking upon him is like… like plummeting helplessly forever through an endless blue sky, and thanking God for it. My angel…”

Crowley has drifted off from Paisley, gaze locking on the figure listening at the bottom of the staircase. In Muriel’s bright brown stare, there is an uncharacteristic knowing. The demon’s eyes are still covered from view, but Muriel seems to reflect it all back anyways.

“Mr. Crowley!” they call, just a bit too loudly for the hushed tone of the shop. “You can come up with me now, if you’d like.”

All Crowley would *like *to do is melt in between the atoms of the floor until there is nothing left of him. They look toward Aziraphale’s chair again.

This time, Aziraphale is there. Shirt unbuttoned just a touch, and body lazed against the backrest. She laughs. Crowley can’t quite hear her right. It’s just a copycat of the original. No one can do it like her anyways. The pale, wilting imitation of her voice curls around his ears. He hears his name on the angel’s breath, but it escapes him the moment he grasps for it. Then Crowley blinks.

The chair is empty.

Paisley is gone, long since given up on Crowley’s bizarre tittering.

The corners of Crowley’s mouth pull ever downward.

“Ms. Crowley?”

Though it is like ripping his eyes away from the birth of a star, Aziraphale’s demon turns himself from his love once more.

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newurleans · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Muriel (Good Omens), Crowley & Nina (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Muriel (Good Omens), Maggie (Mentioned Only), Michael (briefly) Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Feels, Angst, Eventual Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending, Title from a Hozier Song, I Wrote This While Listening to Hozier's Music, i don't even mention metatron not even once, Sad Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale is a Mess (Good Omens), Aziraphale Is Trying (Good Omens), it's just a huge bowl of feelings and the description of those feelings, Feelings Realization, Feelings, all over the place, Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), The Bookshop is Sentient, of sorts, the shop and the bentley are children of divorce, Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens) Summary:

Crowley, he whispers in his mind, a bit anxious to do so when he is this close to the Almighty, Crowley, would you hear me if I screamed your name all the way up here?

Aziraphale decides to move, not caring if a car would hit him or not – if he is to discorporate, he is glad to do so while he is on his way to the only thing important in his life, the only good decision he has ever made. He can discorporate, come back, and do it all over again if the road ends in Crowley. He is being rather dramatic, but there is a reason why he appreciates Ms. Austen’s writing so much. His lips burn.

#good omens #gomens #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #aziracrow #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic rec #aziracrow fanfiction #gomens fanfic #renew good omens

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jakeonao3 · 10 months

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Crowley was still hanging on hope, the only thing left for him, standing beside his car, hoping Aziraphale would change his mind.

But he didn't, he stepped into the elevator, leaving him there with his heart broken.

Crowley got into his car and started driving. Where to he didn't know. He just wanted to get as far away from this heartbreaking place as he could.

But after all, it wasn't the place that had broken his heart. It was Aziraphale. And in the 6000 years that they have known each other, practically every place on Earth had memories of the two of them.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens season two #good omens spoilers #go2 #go2 spoilers #aziracrow #aziracrow fanfiction

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radioactive-killjoy · 7 months

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Is there a Good Omens fanfic discord? I think that would be neat

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goodomens-christmas · 6 months

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Hang a Shining Star (Upon the Highest Bough) (5463 words) by kaliawai512 Chapters: 6/31 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Muriel (Good Omens), Crowley & Muriel (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Muriel (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Good Omens (TV) Season 2, after imaginary season 3, Gift Giving, Cuddling & Snuggling, Holding Hands, Hugs, Second Kiss, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Ambiguous Aziraphale and Crowley Relationship (Good Omens), Drinking, Rating entirely for swearing, Muriel is a Sweetheart (Good Omens), Aziraphale and Crowley Adopt Muriel (Good Omens), Asexual Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Literal Sleeping Together, Crowley Hates the Cold (Good Omens) Summary: When the apocalypse is averted (for the second time), there comes the After. The Earth keeps on turning. Animals go about their lives. Local humans bustle about in a holiday season they almost didn't get. And an angel and a demon, together once again, figure out what After is going to look like for them. This time, with a new bonus angel to join in. (Or: Crowley, Aziraphale, and Muriel celebrate their first Christmas without Heaven or Hell hanging over them, and the Ineffables take some long-awaited steps forward together.)

Follow for more Ineffable Christmas Recommendations!

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drakesroyalromance · 8 months

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the last true mouthpiece

I forgive you, he had said, because Crowley had offered him his greatest temptation yet.

Or, Aziraphale and Crowley find their way back to each other.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley fanfiction #ineffable husbands fanfiction #aziracrow fanfiction #I don’t know what their couple name is lol #not choices #my writing

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nightgoodomens · 9 months

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Imagine Crowley is captured.

Imagine Metatron wants to kill him.

Imagine Aziraphale only finding out because he can suddenly feel Crowley is close, so he has to be in Heaven but where?

So he goes looking for him. Quickly. He’s worried. Something doesn’t feel right. There is something very wrong. He’s panicking.

He finally finds Crowley, being held down by archangels, and he’s trashing trying to escape them, wounds on his body bleeding on the floor.

Metatron is standing over him with Aziraphale’s flaming sword.

And Aziraphale screams what are you doing to him?!

And other angels grab him to stop him from trying to go between Metatron and Crowley.

Leave him alone!

Now it’s Aziraphale trashing, trying to push them away as they’re pulling him away from Crowley.

He stops terrified seeing them pulling Crowley into a kneeling position, Metatron nearly pressing the sword to the side of Crowley’s neck. He’s shaking from the pain, as still as possible to avoid the sword actually touching him, but it’s already burning his skin.

Aziraphale realises that they’re hurting him with his sword. They’re trying to kill him with his sword.

And then he sees Metatron taking a swing and Aziraphale screams.

NO!

Crowley opens his eyes because he’s not sure if he died or… he wasn’t dead. Metatron is starring at him terrified. Crowley is still kneeling. The sword is an inch away from Crowley’s heart. Frozen in place. The fire was out.

Crowley looks to the side and Aziraphale is kneeling, and there is a white glow surrounding him, his halo shining bright over his head.

Is he so bright that it makes Heaven suddenly look grey or he took all its power to save him?

There were tears in Aziraphale’s eyes but not from regret. He was angry. He was so angry and betrayed. So terrified for Crowley.

You are going to fall for this!

Crowley could hear Metatron’s sneer towards Aziraphale but the angel and demon were still looking at each other, eyes locked. Crowley felt anger building in him at Metatron’s words, but he was so exhausted and hurt…

And then he felt energy coming back to him and he knew it was Aziraphale.

You fool!

Metatron shouted at Aziraphale and Crowley felt more than anger, something breaking in him too.

You see, demons could do very little while in Heaven, any demonic move impossible.

But Aziraphale just cut Heaven’s power off.

And Crowley felt all his demonic powers awakening and rushing into him all at once.

He saw Metatron taking a step back and Crowley smiled. It’s a smile Aziraphale would have been terrified of normally.

Aziraphale has never seen Crowley’s true demonic form before.

And here he is, right in front of him, in Heaven out of all places, eyes turning red and looking at Metatron, dark shadows surrounding him, there is a sneer and a hiss in the air that feels like it’s coming from everywhere, but it’s Crowley and suddenly his black wings appear, bigger than ever, throwing the archangels away from him harshly.

And Aziraphale thinks he looks like the devil.

No. You are going to fall today.

And Aziraphale swears Crowley’s lips have not moved yet they heard the terrifying voice, and Aziraphale gasps shocked because Crowley is standing up, his wings putting them all in darkness and Metatron’s wings start burning.

He screams and Aziraphale has never seen anyone fall but it’s terrifying and Metatron disappears after a long, painful moment.

Aziraphale can feel the power snapping again and he stumbles because he can’t hold it anymore and the bright whiteness hits him and Crowley.

At once he sees Crowley’s wings disappearing, as well as the darkness surrounding him and the red colour from his eyes, and Aziraphale catches him in his arms as he collapses.

Crowley…!

#this was meant to be an idea #but became a little fic #just while you wait for proper fic updated #good omens #crowley #ineffable fandom #good ineffable omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #ineffable dumbasses #ineffable idiots #ineffable lovers #aziraphale #aziracrow #fanfic #good omens fanfiction #aziracrow fanfiction

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lamentationsofasinner · 9 months

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i've never done this before, but fanfic rec alert!

this fic has the most beautiful first chapter of anything i have ever read, and the imagery is just like having warm waves of joy lapping over you. it is just stunning. amtm1017, you are a genius!

#crowley #good omens #aziraphale #david tennant #aziracrow #aziracrow fanfiction #aziracrow fanfic recs

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casifell · 8 months

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me when posting chapters of my fanfic earlier than i planned means that i have to write MORE chapters of my fanfic 😦

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orayart · 5 months

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Here it is!! 🫶🏻 Commission I've made for @bucky1984 for their collection of fanfic prompts ! You can read them here

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable partners #good omens season 2 #good omens fanart #good omens 2 #good omens fanfiction #good omens illustration #good omens art

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