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🌹 [PODFIC] OH, MAKER: Chapters 20-22 🍑

You ever wondered what happened between the Holy Water Fight and a certain night in 1941? Manicures. And Crowley finally getting to put his kneeling kink into practice.

Uncountable amounts of thanks and even more amounts of chocolates to @outrageousring5655 for lending her voice to Bessie in Chapter 21! Recording this together was the biggest honour and so much fun, and I’m so happy others can now witness it too! <3

There are two more lines from @lickthecowhappy 's Jeanne in Chapter 20 as well. And they’re French! Mon dieu!

🎧Listen to chapters 20-22 here🎧

or

🎧Start from the beginning🎧

or

🖋️Give your eyes something nice to do and read the originals here!🖋️

More thanks and hugs to

@paperclipninja @mybelovedismine and @voluptatiscausa for music-ing, beta-ing, reading my ramblings, and being extremely lovely people in general. You're the best <3

@goodomensafterdark cause I know better than not to tag them (help)

And anyone who might be listening <3

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GOetry - A Spanish Flamenco

For the third week of the GOetry world tour, we're heading to Spain! But before we begin, let’s take in the beauty of Spain itself. 

Wander through Seville and visit the stunning Plaza de España before strolling through the lively streets of Barcelona, where Gaudí’s masterpieces ignite the imagination. Fall in love with the breathtaking Alhambra palace in Granada and then we can dance the night away in Spain’s capital city of Madrid. 

From the surreal mosaics of Park Güell to the sun-kissed vineyards of La Rioja, Spain has long been a land of art, rhythm, and deep emotion. And, of course, what would Spain be without Flamenco? This week, we embrace the raw emotion and musicality of Flamenca poetry, a form that beats with the heart and soul of traditional Flamenco music.

This week’s prompt:

Form: Flamenca

Theme: Dance

What is Flamenca Poetry?

The flamenca is a Spanish quintain (or 5-line stanza) form with a staccato rhythm meant to replicate the click of heels by flamenco dancers. The flamenca goes by a few other names, including seguidilla gitana (or Gypsy seguidilla), playera, and/or sequiriya.

Here are basic guidelines of the flamenca:

5 lines

lines 1, 2, 4, and 5 have 6 syllables

line 3 has 5 syllables

lines 2 and 5 assonate 

Example:

I stamp and click my heels

marking beats with my feet

swirling scarlet skirts

His Spanish eyes see me

Then, we have ten children

Lesley Scoble, September 2023

Post your results here with the #GOetry and don't forget to tag me @isiaiowin or add them to the GOetry collection on AO3!

Have fun! ~Moon 💚

@goodomensafterdark

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Crowley's True Colors

Rating: T

Tags: True Form, Gay Pride, Love

Summary:

“The rainbow,” Crowley spat. “It’s not beautiful. It’s a symbol of death and destruction. Why’d you think I wear black and grey? Why’d you think I dislike all the fancy–” he gestured around the park “–rainbow colors?"

“Oh, my dear,” Aziraphale sighed. “I think you’ve got it wrong.”

“You were there, angel,” Crowley hissed. “You saw what She did, you heard their cries.”

Crowley had never liked rainbows, and he's certainly not on board with the Pride flags he suddenly finds himself surrounded by in the park. That is until Aziraphale shows him something he's never seen before—his own true colors.

Continue reading on AO3

Week Two of the GOAD Nightingale Challenge

Thanks to my amazing friend and last-minute beta @on1occasionfork

@goodomensafterdark

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Stuck on You [PODFIC]

Chapter 6 - In Flagrante

Only two chapters left!!

Chapter 6 of the gorgeous fic written by @zin-lynn-c! With enchanting music by my talented friend @paperclipninja and beautiful cover art by the one and only @gleafer! (Find Gleafer on Patreon!)

Summary:

After a drunken handfasting ceremony goes awry, Crowley and Aziraphale find themselves magically bound to be touching at all times. In order to set the situation to rights, they must embark on a multi-day journey to seek help from the last true witch in England.

🎧Listen from the Beginning🎧

Or.... Find the latest chapter HERE!

Chapter 6 Excerpt:

“Is that what it’s about, then? A compulsion for some proper penance?” “Couldn’t hurt,” Aziraphale admits, quite honestly. “Hmm.” Crowley’s lips are at his cheek, trailing their way slowly to his jaw, his neck. “Maybe a formal apology is in order then. Something to mark the occasion.” “I could write you a sonnet?” Aziraphale offers, trying not to gasp as Crowley’s teeth find his pulse. “I think you’d also enjoy that too much.” “Perhaps a bit more weeping and gnashing of teeth?” the angel suggests, and Crowley pulls back immediately, taking Aziraphale’s face in his hands. “Absolutely not. I wouldn’t enjoy that. Unless you throw in some rending of clothing, perchance.” “And ruin my doublet? My dear, you don’t know me at all.” Aziraphale lets his hands pull Crowley closer against him by the waist, his chin tilted up to keep their eyes locked together. “Says the angel who practically begged me to rip your buttons off yesterday.” Aziraphale blushes. “I knew you wouldn’t.” “Sure, sure.” Crowley’s hands wind upward into his hair, the touch gentle and searching. “So what, then, darling? Should I do a whole song and dance?” Crowley pauses. “Now there’s an idea.”

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Updates each week on Wednesday!

As always, I am thoroughly indebted to my beta listeners @firstvisittoearth @theonewiththeshippinggoogles @wingsofopal from @goodomensafterdark 🖤

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The Edging Cut: Ch 24 Complicted

As the Games approach, Aziraphale and Crowley try to navigate the complicated mess their non-relationship has become.

Read the latest chapter here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59044897/chapters/161569903

@bingothedingo666

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Another FIC DROP for you, three days in a row! I don’t know what’s in the water this week but I’m rolling with it. BEST MAN is an angsty 2k oneshot with no happy ending, written for week two of the @goodomensafterdark Nightingale Challenge from the song prompt “Size Too Small” by Sufjan Stevens.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63117145

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GOAD Writer's Guild: LAY THEE SINNER, 'NEATH THE CROSS AND POLE (Ch. 18)

(If you made it this far into the story, CONGRATULATIONS, the wait has finally paid off! We finally have...

*drumroll*

SMUT!!! (no the prologue didn't count, that was just a lil' appetizer to hold you all over in the meantime! ;D )

Indeed, we have finally made it to some smut in this story, so I hope you all are hungry for some spicy soup!!! Thank you to @goodomensafterdark, @she-makes-things, and @gleafer for the art! Come and get it while it's hot!!!)

Lay Thee Sinner, Neath The Cross and Pole

By ElysiumLeo

Rating: E

Story CW: Age Gap Romance, Priest/Stripper Romantic Affair, Trauma Healing, Religious Trauma, Relationship Trauma, Smut (a lot of smut), Pole Dancer AU, Priest AU, Human AU, Younger Crowley, Older Aziraphale, Priest Aziraphale, Stripper Crowley, "The Arrangement" (But it's all smut), Non-Binary Crowley, Crowley has Chronic Pain, Surprise Cameos, THIS STORY HAS A SOUNDTRACK!

CW for chapter: mentions of religious trauma and subsequent mental distress, mentions of abusive religious treatment, WARNING: SMUT INBOUND, HEED THE TAGS AND CHAPTER NOTES, the perils of unsupervised Googling

Summary:

Aziraphale questioned how he got to this point in his life. With a quick mental check, he realised that there were four uncomfortable truths he had to come to terms with in very quick succession:

1. He was 50 years old, and had never done anything as insane as this in his quiet, celibate life.

2. There was a pretty obvious reason why he'd reluctantly chosen a career as a priest.

3. He didn’t particularly hate the fact that his bastard friend thought a strip club was a good idea to celebrate his Golden Birthday.

4. He might be irrevocably in love with the half naked, 30-something red-head currently giving him a lapdance in the middle of said strip club.

Chapter Excerpt:

“You’re probably right,” Crowley murmured, shaking his head sympathetically. Rubbing his hand through his hair, Crowley exhaled, letting his gaze drift over the priest for a moment. “Sure, we’ll go ahead and start with that then. Maybe I can describe it to you, talk about the in’s and outs, but… I can’t really imagine we’d make much progress without the actual… you know, act of doing it, you know? I mean, perhaps if I could show you that nothing bad would happen, that might be a good way to sort of… ease into it, I suppose–”

Aziraphale paused, his eyes darting up to Crowley’s face as he spoke. When the dancer trailed off at that sudden, intense gaze thrown his way, Aziraphale visibly swallowed before he spoke. “You’d… you’d let me watch you pl*asure yourself?” he asked, his words barely above a whisper. “I… I think I’d like that.”

Crowley paused as his eyes widened. Staring into that hopeful blue gaze before him, Crowley felt himself falter slightly, taken completely aback by the priest’s request. “Wait… you want to watch me? Like right now?” Crowley asked, jaw going slack in surprise. When Aziraphale nodded tentatively, Crowley inhaled slowly as he carefully absorbed that bold request. Aziraphale had just said he was too terrified to even touch himself, but barely ten minutes into their negotiations, and he already wanted to watch Crowley rub out an or**sm of his own, just like that…? ‘Christ, angel, you really are a bit of a dark horse, aren’t you?’ Crowley thought to himself as an awkward but eager smirk lit his features. “Are you sure, angel? I was mostly joking, we really don’t have to do anything like that right away, if you want to take your time–”

“No, I do,” Aziraphale replied, turning to face Crowley head on. “I suppose I’d rather just get that first hurdle over with as soon as possible. Maybe it’ll help me decide if I truly want to go forward with this whole arrangement. You said so yourself, that I can stop anything at any time, and I trust you to make good on your word.”

“That I did,” Crowley breathed, shaking his head fondly at Aziraphale’s stubbornness and wondering if he’d finally found someone just as bullheaded as himself when a thought was conceived. Impressed, Crowley then slowly rose to his feet as if he expected the priest to change his mind at the last possible second. He then glanced down as he stood fully, taking note of the curiosity and eagerness burning hotly in the other man’s gaze. Swallowing thickly, Crowley finally spoke again, his eyes dancing with morbid fascination as he finally acquiesced to Aziraphale’s plea. “... okay. Just… wait right here. I’ll be right back.”

Reassured by that determination visible in Aziraphale’s eyes, Crowley quickly slipped out of the sitting room and into his bedroom, where he made a bee-line for his bedside cabinet. Inside the topmost drawer, Crowley quietly sorted through an array of sex toys he kept on hand for those long nights he spent alone in his flat, quietly determining which one would work best for this experiment. After a quick look, however, the dancer decided that perhaps he’d go a bit conservative for the time being. Bypassing the more exotic buzzing toys, he quietly picked up a simple black cock stroker and a bottle of lube before righting himself. Pausing briefly, Crowley stared at the toy in his fist for a second, a manic little wiggle forming in his chest as he realised exactly what he was about to do with his friend. ‘This whole bloody arrangement… You’re fucking mad, you pervert,’ Crowley thought as he barely stifled a giggle at that thought.

Well… perhaps there was more than one pervert in this flat at that moment, and they just hadn’t quite figured it out yet…

Like what you see? Check out the latest chapter here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59046808/chapters/161465590

Or if you want to start from the beginning, click here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59046808/chapters/150536911

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Ringed: A Valentine's Day Sonnet from Aziraphale to Crowley

You yearned for freedom, I felt you ache so. Your longing felt like the vast, outstretched sky, the bluest wide expanse, birds wild to fly. I feared the open would let in a foe, make us targets from above and below. I dreamed us safe from any prying eye --a thatched roof, a cottage, a peaceful sigh. Not opposite but entwined did we grow. I fight for your freedom but ask you be bound and ringed secure by my divinity. With the safest of wings you carry me to most exuberant, unbridled ground. And I would like to spend -- eternity with you. Dear Crowley, will you marry me?

* Thank you to @isiaiowin for the #GOetry prompt @goodomensafterdark

Form: Petrarchan Sonnet (this one has an ABBAABBACDECDE rhyme scheme)

Theme: Engagement/wedding

Also on AO3 if you would like to give it some love.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63043864

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Happy Valentine's Day

Full art (and sparkly dress) under the cut 🥰❤️💚

Painted for the Nightingale prompt 'Chris de Burgh - Lady In Red' on the @goodomensafterdark sub reddit. I couldn't resist painting Shax in a huge sparkly red dress and give Furfur a little stylish make over.

I had so much fun with this! And again learned so much thanks to the lovely GOAD goblins <3

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And Thou Couldst Have It All

A @goodomensafterdark Valentine’s Day Exchange Fic for u/blackjeans93

Rating: T

Summary: A mysterious record leads Aziraphale and Crowley on a journey through music and memory. When the Bentley carries them beyond Earth, they shed their human forms, forge a deeper connection, and find proof that their bond is not just unbreakable — it’s written into the music of the spheres.

Story Excerpt:

Aziraphale shuffled over to stand beside him. “We’ve listened to quite a lot of music over the ages, haven’t we, darling?”

Crowley smiled softly and dropped into a sprawl on the Chesterfield. He knew that tone of voice, the one that presaged a bout of nostalgia.

“Yeah, guess we have,” he said.

Aziraphale had a far-off look in his eyes, a slight smile dimpling his rosy cheeks.

“Do you remember…” Aziraphale began.

And they were off.

Continue reading on ao3

Thank you to two amazing betas and wonderful friends: @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon whose enthusiasm nudged me in this direction, and @spectrallydistracted who helped me make it work and got me unstuck.

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Choice Position - Chapter 6

Rating: E for the fic, T for the chapter

CW/TW: Implied/Referenced Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Implied/Referenced Death in Childbirth

Summary:

Crowley is in desperate need of a new job, but it's not easy finding a job as a nanny when you're a man in your forties.

Enter the ridiculously attractive - and recently widowed - Professor Aziraphale Fell, who needs a nanny for his infant twins, Adam and Warlock.

Crowley is smitten instantly, but there's not a snowball's chance in Hell of anything happening, so he can just get on with his job.

Right?

In this chapter: Secrets are revealed.

Excerpt:

“Your grass needs mowing, angel,” Crowley pointed out, settling himself on one end of the garden bench and looking pointedly at the overgrown lawn. The nickname fell from his mouth easily now and Aziraphale hadn’t objected to it.

Aziraphale handed him a glass of wine and sat carefully at the other end of the bench.

“Technically,” he began. “It’s your grass now as well.”

Read it on AO3

Start from Chapter 1

Avoiding memeshaming by tagging @goodomensafterdark

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More Than Friends: Crowley's Dilemma

Rating: E

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Humor

Summary: Since returning from Bath a month ago, best friends Crowley and Aziraphale have been determined to make up for lost time. They hold hands whenever they’re in public, have weekday “lunches” that don’t involve food, and sleep in one another’s arms every night. It should be obvious they’re in a romantic relationship. So why does everyone seem to think they're still just friends?

A reverse-trope story based on the prompt “Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced you aren’t actually dating.”

Continue reading on AO3

A GOAD Valentine's Day Gift Exhange for @brenna

Thanks to my amazing betas @moderndayklutz and @on1occasionfork

Special thanks to @tio-trile for letting me use their amazing artwork!

@goodomensafterdark

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Minor Miracle - A Good Omens Fic for @kotias

Happy Valentine’s Day, @kotias !

Minor Miracle, Rated E, ~5k, No CW/TW

Excerpt: Upon opening A.Z. Fell and Co. in 1800 one of the first entirely practical miracles Aziraphale performed was on the wastepaper basket. Any objects placed in the bin beside Aziraphale’s desk would be promptly, yet discreetly, dispersed to a pocket dimension.

Upon Aziraphale opening the bookshop the first absolutely frivolous miracle Crowley performed was to reroute the contents of said wastepaper basket from the pocket dimension directly into his own flat.

It was all going as planned until sketches of a tall, slender figure with sharp features began to turn up.

Read on AO3

Thank you as always to my beta’s @hakunahistata, @logicalhighly and, of course, to @goodomensafterdark for the writers community and the Valentine’s exchange for which this story was written. <3

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🔊Ineffable Soundbites

Episode 11. Keep Your Shirt On!

Episode 11 of my series of short Good Omens radio plays made for the @goodomensafterdark Community.

This one’s called…

🔊Keep Your Shirt On🔊

6 Minutes | Rated M

Summary:

After being rescued, Aziraphale is hoping he can repay Crowley for the kindness. He is initially disappointed to learn that Crowley's desired favor involves him keeping his clothes on, but some gifts are best left unwrapped.

For @and-his-hands-were-24-crows 🎂

🖤 Nos

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Clair de Lune (a Good Omens Animatic)

Too much winter, time for some fluff… Oh wait, it’s Valentine’s Day!?! *Perfect* 🙏

Presenting the brainchild of evil mastermind @kotias—who wrote some fluff to cheer up the fandom—which was then masterfully illustrated by the one and only @gleafer.

...They let me out of my cage (eheheheheeee!) and I made an animatic with their creativity and my voice.

(I so proud!)

Summary:

A few years have passed since Crowley and Aziraphale stopped the second try of Heaven and Hell at ending the world, and those few years have not quite repaired the two of them as one might hope. Both feel the rift between them, one that doesn't seem to go away; until Aziraphale decides that it is high time they have a talk... and a dance.

Check Out the Full Fic with Art on AO3!

And find us on our socials:

Fic by @kotias! (AO3)

Art by @gleafer! (Patreon)

Animatic by Yours Truly 🖤 (SoundCloud)

💝Happy Valentines Day GO Fans! 💝

@goodomensafterdark @whickberstreetwriters

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They might be kissing RIGHT NOW!

Whether you’re tiptoeing through spoiler minefields or mainlining leaks like a chaos gremlin only to spiral into a 3AM theory vortex… (what? Who said that’s me? Outrageous!) (it’s me, though…):

Protect your peace!

- Tag those spoilers like everyone’s sanity depends on it (it does).

- Mute tags/users like they’re your ex’s Insta.

- Block the trolls aggressively—smash that button like there’s no tomorrow. Remember, not your circus, not your monkeys.

- And most importantly: Be kind to yourself and to others

And always remember: They might be filming their reunion kiss RIGHT NOW! 🤡