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Ahhh thank you dear! I couldn’t have done it without @blackjeans93’s delightful writing!

Due to unwelcome news given to him by Aziraphale, Crowley accidentally breaks time. How can he fix it? And more to the point - does he really want to?

Words: 37,497

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

Art within by @ineffablecrankshaft

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55483930/chapters/140799259

Listen Here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60413128/chapters/154205458

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The Season of Nightingales 🕊️ [PODFIC] - Chapter 1

It’s Easter, have a Second Coming Fic 😉

In fact, let me read it to you!

The Season of Nightingales

A nice and accurate prophecy of the season following the parting ways of an angel and his demon—if such an Ineffable Plan were written by a benevolent God… In this tale, the Second Coming looms large. As the effort to thwart Heaven’s wiles is complicated by unexpected friends, an ex-Inspector Constable, a guileful Metatron, and a Heavenly floor full of the Blessed Dead—Aziraphale and Crowley find that navigating their relationship is not mutually exclusive from saving the world from Armageddon. There is an outcome where the nightingales sing in Berkeley Square. The angels just need each other—and maybe a little help—to find it.

Rated: T | Playlist length: 35 minutes

🎧 Listen Here!

Chapter 1 - The Rain

“So, I just… sign here, shall I? Right, then.” Aziraphale placed the stylus to the tablet, hesitating. And then another memory from the Metatron’s own lips tickled his ear.  “It would be well within your jurisdiction to restore the demon Crowley to full angelic status.” Which would mean, in effect, he would have near limitless power to do just about anything. And that meant possibility… So, he signed it.  The ink glowed golden and seared itself into the tablet. Aziraphale’s gaze shifted up his fingers from the signature as ribbons of golden pigment bled onto his skin from inside his sleeves, then over and around his wrist, curling snakelike down to a point on the back of his hands. He could feel it, cold and glittering, and felt it again on his back near the juncture of his stowed wings, making another icy swirling movement up his neck. He stretched his nape as if he could escape it, and a chill ran down his spine. Handcuffs. And a collar.

I am blessed with the most incredible and talented friends!!

Enormous thanks to @paperclipninja for this incredible theme music!

Massive hugs to @daneecastle for this absolute masterpiece of a cover!

Undying love and devotion to my beta listeners, @firstvisittoearth @theonewiththeshippinggoogles @blackjeans93 @wingsofopal and u/Glittering_Rock1665 from @goodomensafterdark !!

New chapters post every Wednesday! But if you can’t wait, find the finished fic HERE!

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12345 Writer Tag Game!

It's late, but I am giving myself less than ten minutes to do this before bed because I haven't done a game in a while!

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words (feel free to interpret however you would like; if not on AO3, can be on Tumblr or FFNET, etc)!

Thanks to @sakascal for the tag! Everyone please check out their works on This Post! Appreciate the opportunity to include podfics :)

Here's me:

Most Hits:

I don’t even need to look it up to know which one it is lol. It’s The Season of Nightingales at 13,532 hits. (Rated T | 177K). A Post-S2 fix it where the lads find that exploring ineffable affection is not mutually exclusive from saving the world from Armageddon.

2nd Most Kudos:

With All Due Respect at 313 kudos — Exactly 2k of E rated PWP (my one and likely only, lol) set on the Supreme Archangel's celestial desk.

3rd Most Comments:

Factory Settings [PODFIC] at 69 comment threads — (Rated T) Taking previously mentioned fics and large-scale collaborative works out of the mix leaves this podfic. I can't claim credit for the writing, but I am proud of the audio work here, so hopefully it still counts! Otherwise, if you haven't read the original, I highly recommend it :)

4th Most Bookmarks 

The Evening of Nightingales at 50 bookmarks — (10.9k | Rated E) This work serves as an explicit option/companion to one chapter of the Season of Nightingales (linked above). It can be read as a one shot, or as a taste of the larger fic to which it belongs. Since SoN was written as an Ace story, this merely allows people to choose which route their aspec lads take (this route being the sexy one). Summary: It’s their wedding night, and the nightingales are singing in Berkeley Square. What magic is abroad in the bookshop air tonight?

5th Most Words

Looks like its 7 Crowleys and 5 Aziraphales Later at 12,319 words (Rated E | Tags: Orgies, Doppelbanging, and a light dose of Mofu) This one links the lads from a bunch of stories I've written for some multiversal doppelbanging. Not all of them have intercourse (my aces skitter off) but while it otherwise looks and smells like PWP, I hesitate to call it that. I used it to resolve unhappiness left on other fics, as well as to give my aces from SoN the chance to see the feast and choose not to dine on it. (they're dreaming and won't remember it, but I still think they learned from it). Still... you read the tags. (Okay, look, I was and continue to be very attached to The Season of Nightingales.... did I mention that I'm doing a podfic of it?)

Least Words:

I wouldn't rec this on my worst enemy. But here it is! A Ficlet of Feathers (Rated T | 452 Words) It's PG rated wing smut, and one of the earliest things I've written. Sorry for your eyes!

Yes. that did take a half an hour instead of 10 minutes. Why do you ask?

No pressure tags going out to: @blackjeans93 @theonewiththeshippinggoogles @on1occasionfork @tansyogg @cheeseplants @fishey-me @demonsandpieohmy @wingsofopal @featheredboaconstrictor @aidaran-alha

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If you don't stop to zoom in and feast your eyes over every inch of this, you are missing out. Incredible.

Secret Date on Alpha Centauri

I started this on Feb 16 as a sketch for @and-his-hands-were-24-crows birthday, and finally got around to finishing and rendering it! Crows wanted a secret date between Supreme Archangel Aziraphale and Duke of Hell Crowley.

I used DT’s Bafta outfits from ’24 and ’25 for Crowley, and a British king’s royal outfit for Aziraphale, and decided to put the secret date out in space where they first met. The linking crowns is a symbol of their bond.

The biggest challenge for me was their wings. I also ended up recoloring it halfway through to match a new art style that I think I’ll be staying with.

The whole thing took 38 hours and 15 minutes. I’m pretty proud of how it came out 🙂

Find me on Patreon | Bluesky | Insta

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Wings and scales 🖤🤍

Shop | Patreon

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Epic Goblins Present - The Serpent and The Owl Volume 3 - Grief of a Dying Sun: Chapter 3

Grief of a Dying Sun: Chapter 3

Part 3 of The Serpent and The Owl

With beautiful chapter art by the amazing @trebol-negro

Summary: The seasoned warrior and Champion of Atlantis Aziraphale falters as strange dreams visit him. But King Gabriel needs Aziraphale to show strength against their new foe, the Leviathan Crowley! Is everything not as it seems?

Excerpt: "If this demon has taken the decision to make the mighty Kingdom of Atlantis its enemy, we will teach it a lesson in humility! And what glory it will bring to see this ancient devil fall by the hand of our Champion! Finally, Atlantis will bring justice!” The King knew how to spark courage and indignation in his people. Again fists flew to the sky, the people chanted and Aziraphale felt as if his body was responding to the words by itself. He clenched his fists to suppress a feverish shaking. The demon will not claim another soul of my people. I do not allow it. Not while there is still blood in my veins and a sword in my hands.

Keep reading here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64475884/chapters/166403359

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Is that Aziraphale naked in an apron? Why is his cake on fire? Find the answers to these questions in our GOAD Cake Bang fic, A Delightful Change of Pace, a collaboration between myself and @nightshiftcaffiene with art by the fabulous @onedappercat.

Special thanks to @groovynightstrawberry for the beta!

Sample:

“Well, hello there, my dear.”

The angel’s eyebrows are in his hairline as he avidly observes the demon seating himself on the Chesterfield. Rather than his usual ungainly sprawl, Crowley is sitting primly with his ankles crossed. He’s wearing a black jumper with a tight, charcoal-gray skirt made of what is certainly a very fine wool. Aziraphale recognizes it, instantly.

“Feeling like a little bit of dress-up today, are we?”

“Feeling like a good deal more than that, Angel,” Crowley purrs in response.

Aziraphale swallows the butterflies in his stomach. That’s Nanny Ashtoreth’s skirt. 

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Chapter 5 of Running on Empty: Fill Me Up is posted!

Read from beginning

Read chapter 5

Fic Summary:

Crowley reluctantly agreed to help his colleague Anathema supervise a car wash to raise money to take their students to Pride. He wasn’t happy about it… until a gorgeous angel stepped out of a ridiculous antique Mini. Flustered, he asked the beautiful man to recommend a mechanic for his vintage Bentley, even though he already had a great mechanic, who also happened to be his best friend.

Chapter Excerpt:

“Hi there, Mr. Fell,” Eric said, as he pushed through the door from the garage. “Nasty weather out there today. How’s your Mini?” “Weather like this reminds me a bit of home,” Aziraphale replied, gesturing toward the window. “Thank you for working me in today. She’s making a grinding noise and jerking and jolting when I drive her.” “That doesn’t sound good. Mind if I take her for a quick spin to hear for myself before I look at her?” he asked as he slid into the chair in front of the computer. “Not at all.” While Eric tapped away at the computer, a movement caught Aziraphale’s eyes through the window to the garage. A familiar—now intimately familiar—backside sticking out of the passenger door of the vintage Bentley that he had once seen that backside leaning on. “Crow– Crowley’s here,” Aziraphale stammered. “You’re also working on his car today? That’s quite the coincidence.”

Thank you to @moderndayklutz for the beta on this fic!

Visit the AO3 collection Sweet_Spicy_Spring_2025 to see all the creations for the collaboration.

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The Icing on the Cake

This fic was written for the @goodomensafterdark Cake Day Bang, based on art by commentdismal. Unfortunately, they were unable to complete the art, but their (very NSFW) sketch is included in this fic!

Rating: E

Summary: Aziraphale treats himself to some cake for Crowley's birthday. Crowley treats himself to...something else.

Excerpt:

“I beg your pardon?” Aziraphale put on a very good impression of an angel of the Lord who was appalled at the very suggestion.

“I know you heard me, angel,” Crowley drawled. “Clothes. Off. Slowly.”

Read more on AO3

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A Very Close Call Indeed

HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAFF! @nightshiftcaffiene

Rating: G

Summary: Crowley is hiding in the bookshop, waiting to surprise Aziraphale, when he spies him with a human man. The two are sharing what appears to be an intimate moment. Overcome with jealousy, Crowley storms out without a backward glance. After two months, can anyone blame the Bentley and the bookshop for taking matters into their own, erm, hands?

Continue reading on AO3

Thank you to @on1occasionfork for the beta!

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GOetry - Brazil - We’re having a party.

For the final stop of the GOetry world tour, we're heading to vibrant Brazil! But before we dive into this week’s poetry form, let’s take a moment to explore this colourful country.

From the iconic Christ the Redeemer watching over Rio de Janeiro to the lush expanse of the Amazon rainforest, Brazil pulses with energy, rhythm, and life. So let’s dance through the streets during Carnival, stroll along the beaches of Copacabana, and let the sounds of samba and bossanova carry you away. So let's end our poetic journey with a celebration of love, of life and ineffable partnerships. Whether it's fireworks in the South Downs or a quiet toast in the bookshop, bring it to life in the six lines of a Brazilian Biolet.

This Week’s Prompt

Form: Biolet

Theme: Celebration

What is a Biolet?

The Biolet was invented by Brazilian poet Filinto de Almeida and first appeared in his book Lyrica in 1887. It's a six-line poem, and like the triolet, it uses repetition: the first two lines return at the end, but in reverse order. That means the rhyme scheme looks like this: ABbaBA, with the capital letters indicating the repeated lines.

The line lengths can vary and you can choose to write in any meter you like (or not use any). Just keep the structure and rhyme pattern in mind.

Example:

A Biolet for Those Who Cannot Sing by Paul Szlosek

In his unrequited ardor for Fay Wray,

I always empathized with old King Kong.

Since he could not express his love in song,

he had to show his passion in another way.

I always empathized with old King Kong

In his unrequited ardor for Fay Wray.

Post your poems here on tumblr with the #goetry and don't forget to tag me @isiaiowin so I can see your work! Or add them to the GOetry collection on AO3!

Thank you for joining me on this poetic adventure around the world! I’ll post a round-up post of all the prompts next week and tell you about the next GOetry plans for this year. ~ 💚Moon @goodomensafterdark

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Oooh a laid back Shax? How fun!

Empowered

Written as a birthday gift for my lovely fandom sister @mightyshax

TW/CW: 

Word count: 6.1k one shot.

Summary:  After being challenged by Shax, Furfur takes control, and Shax, usually in charge, submits to him completely. What starts as a shift in power quickly becomes an exploration of trust, vulnerability, and desire. Furfur cherishes every moment of holding the reins, knowing it’s something he’ll never take for granted from his sweet little gem.

Excerpt:  “What do you want from me, Shax? You already own all of me! What in SATAN’S NAME more do you need?”  

“I need you to be strong! To be a powerful force beside me. A demon who takes what he wants! But I guess you’re too weak to even be called a demon in the first place.”  

Shax turned to leave, but her words hit a nerve, igniting a deep, burning rage within him. Before she could reach the door, Furfur sprang to his feet, gripped her by the shoulders, spun her around, and shoved her back against the rough wood.  

“Oh yeah?” His voice was low, a smirk curling his lips, though his eyes burned with fury. “I don’t think you’re ready for that, Shax.”  

She raised a clawed hand, but he caught her wrist mid-swipe and slammed it above her head, making her gasp. He then grabbed her other hand and pinned it beside the first before crashing his lips against hers, swallowing any protest she might have made. His body pressed flush against hers, holding her captive as he licked into her mouth.  

Breaking the kiss just enough to hover over her lips, he let out a low chuckle. “Something like this?” His voice dropped to a purr, his bifurcated tongue flicking over her lips, tasting the sharp scent of her arousal in the air. “Is this what you want?”  

Shax hissed, her eyes flashing with defiance, but they couldn’t mask the lust beneath.

Furfur let out a sharp breath, feeling his cock starting to stir in his pants, but then let go and stepped away. “Well, you’ll just have to wait.” He snapped his fingers, locking the door behind him as he strode back to his chair and sank into it. “Like I said, some of us have actual work to do.”  

Find it in English here on AO3  

Or find the AMAZING translation @eybefioro did to Portuguese here

And a huge shout out to my beloved beta readers, you're the best!  

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Honourable Members Chapter 3

Rating: E

TW/CW: Brief mention of past violence; semi-public sex

Summary:

Aziraphale and Crowley were something, once. Now they sit across from each other in the House of Commons, a few metres and a whole world apart.

A Good Omens Human AU: featuring bickering, inappropriate Parliamentary behaviour and standing up for what you believe in.

Excerpt:

Crowley crowded him against the door as he pushed it closed and slid the bolt home, not giving Aziraphale a chance to say hello before he was pressing their mouths together. Aziraphale kissed him back, ravenous. It had been over a week since he’d last had Crowley close enough to touch, and the silk under his hands as he grabbed Crowley’s waist and pulled him closer was an added sensory delight.

Read it on AO3

Start from Chapter 1

With massive thanks to the Parliamentary Select Committee for Beta Reading: Rose, @tansyogg and @on1occasionfork; and to all the goblins in the @goodomensafterdark Writer's Guild chat for the encouragement and support!

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"Who let you out of the house like that?"

Aziraphale dresses in his best waistcoat, something which he has in fact never worn; it's just that it's such a lovely piece, emerald green and perfectly tailored, and he had never had an occasion that seemed to warrant it [...] There's a knock at the door and Aziraphale frowns even as he's opening it, and yes, there is Crowley, since when does Crowley knock? Crowley opens his mouth to speak and lifts his foot to step inside, then freezes on the threshold [...] Aziraphale would preen if he weren't equally poleaxed.

You Can Have It (chapter 11) If this is a spoiler it isn't much of one. Not really a spoiler at all. Mostly

Heyyyyy @voluptatiscausa look at our boy in his pretty waistcoat showing off his whole neck like a hussy! Who let him out of the house like that! ❤️

I've been slightly obsessed with (poleaxed by, even) vol's fic You Can Have It, and when Aziraphale dressed up all nice (we love playing dress-up with our blorbos here) and then opened the door and forgot how to words, I just. *gestures*

This art went through a breakdown stage first because I fucked up the watercolour really bad. Writing about that over here.

And hey, bonus line art! The way out of the breakdown stage was 3-4 hours of tidying up a doubtful mobile photo I'd taken of the inked drawing, so this is probably the cleanest line art I've shared in a year. Hint: it was clean enough to print and paint again.

@goodomensafterdark henlo do you want this also

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Chapter 2/13

CW/TW: Explicit sex, sensory deprivation, sensory play

Summary: It’s been months since Aziraphale left for heaven and Crowley is still hanging around the bookshop, definitely not waiting for him to come back. When the Supreme Archangel finally does return, Aziraphale and Crowley learn to say what they mean without words and that love and lust are not always easily experienced or expressed.

Wordcount: 10,800/~58,000

A/N: Thank you to everyone who read/commented/kudosed the first chapter. All of your engagement has been a very bright spot in the midst of a rough week at work!

Thank you to my betas u/Lemon-tart-221 and u/GaiasEyes for many, many very useful comments. This chapter threw me a proper lazy pacing issue that I would never have fixed if I wasn't gently poked to do something about. So that's wonderful!

Special chapter shout out also to Ginger_Cat and u/Harlotofupdog who jumped in at the eleventh hour for vibe checks and some hand holding!

Thanks @goodomensafterdark for all the ongoing cheering support!

Excerpt

He starts sleeping more, but it’s restless. On one occasion he finds himself praying but only to Aziraphale, begging for some sort of contact – a note, a touch, a kind word. It feels selfish but he doesn’t examine it. Unsurprisingly, his prayers fall on deaf ears and nothing happens. Time continues to pass and Crowley feels itchy all over and then paranoid and when Anathema asks why he’s so jumpy he snaps and says he’s starving and then shoves away the plate of food she offers him.

“Sorry,” he grumbles when she arches an eyebrow at his rudeness. “Stressed,” he tries.

She considers him for a long minute, holding the rejected plate. “I think we need to loop Aziraphale in on things,” she says in carefully measured syllables.

Crowley’s neck whips up. He’s considered it, of course, many times, and always dismissed it as a poor excuse to go to him.

“I think you need to,” Anathema continues without quite making eye contact.

He swallows and chooses not to argue with her.

Crowley goes back to heaven.

To continue reading head on over to AO3

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Epic Goblins Present - Grief of a Dying Sun: Ch2 (Section 3 of The Serpent and the Owl)

Art by GribouLi.

Rated E

CW/TW: Angst, Mofu, Check the Tags

Summary: Aziraphale emerges as the Champion of Atlantis, trained by Gabriel and guided by Agnes to become a warrior and defend their glorious land against any threat of monsters.

Excerpt: Aziraphale reached the window first, leant as far out as he could. Others crowded in behind him and Gabriel, but he paid them no attention, all his focus on watching the harbour. There was no creature he could see, nothing matching any of the descriptions that had been passed to him and Agnes, but there was definitely something going on down there. Several boats were listing, the water churning and — there. One ship, next to the roiling water, went down as if dragged, and Aziraphale fancied he could hear the screams of the crew as it disappeared under the water. Seconds later, planks of wood resurfaced, the boat torn to pieces.

Read more here!

Or start from Chapter 1

Thanks to @ireallyneedmoretea, @moderndayklutz, WiblyWoblyTimeyWimey, & itsscottiesstark for beta'ing, @kotias for organizing and @gaiaseyes451 for making Life 3 happen!

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Set Yourself on Fire - Chapters 20 and 21

Come read the chapters that have betas saying things like "Beez is a dick" and also "lube is definitely not needed in this situation"

Or, said another way,

Read Chapter 20 in which Crowley has a *blast*from*the*past* and Read Chapter 21 in which some very sexy things occur.

If you've been wanting to explore sapphic fics, readers tell me this is an excellent gateway story to get you hooked.

This fic is:

College Dorm Roommates AU

Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Sapphic

Y2K vibes

Feelings, some angst and a slow burn into smut.

Rated E

Long fic

Dive in to Chapter 1 or jump to Chapter 20 or Chapter 21

THANK YOU to the support of @whickber-street-writers and my betas @playdohangel, @angie-words, @springofviolets @prinxlegolass, and @bohoteacher for sharing your wisdom and giving much needed encouragement every step of the way.

Thank you to @secretlywingedphantom for designing this kickass poster.

A big shout out to @goodomensafterdark for creating this community, I would not be writing fics if I hadn't fallen into that smut hole long ago.

Wishing it was still @ineffable-wives-weekend but frankly every weekend is ineffable wives weekend on this blog.