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The fifth collection of some of my favourite fics since the release of Good Omens 2. All ineffable husbands/spouses and includes post-season 2 fics, AUs, missing scenes, what-ifs and some spanning the entire show. More multi-chaptered fics than previous installments but still plenty of shorter reads too. As always, all are completed.

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Previous volumes can be found here.

the last test and proof | lagaudiere @spockgirl

Crowley folded his newspaper and accepted, with grim resignation, that he would have to try and save the world. It wasn’t that he particularly wanted to do it again; the first time had been bad enough and he’d needed an eleven-year-old to do the hard bit. He didn’t feel any kind of great love towards all living things at the moment, or have any heroic feelings. He simply knew that nobody else would do it. And Aziraphale, who had stumbled his way into the centre of it all, would be trying desperately not to let it happen and failing, because Heaven wouldn’t let him succeed. One more time, and he resolved that it would be the very last time, Crowley would have to fix things for him. -- Crowley goes on a road trip across America to delay the Second Coming. Aziraphale tries to teach angels about humanity. In between, they talk.

This is by far one of the best fics I’ve read in this fandom and feeling a little feral now that I’ve finished it after reading it over two days. The author just understands these characters so well and I adored the way they wrote heaven and the lack of physicality to it. I could pull out numerous favourite quotes and themes (the literary quotations!) but I think this has to be my first choice:

There was an accusation somewhere beneath those words, and Aziraphale knew it. “You know I wanted you with me.” In Heaven, he thought, where nothing could feel like this flickering touch of skin to skin felt. “We could have been together. Spiritually—“

“Aziraphale.” Crowley’s voice was low and dangerous. “ I didn’t kiss you spiritually.”

In The Shadows Of Our Past, A Flicker | WaitingToBeBroken

One went to Aziraphale's bookshop to exchange secrets, buy information or simply to use as a safe haven from the powers that be. One did not go there looking for a partner for a seemingly-innocent mission to a tropical island, stalking a perfectly normal couple. Whereunfortunatelythey would have to pretend they were married. As if that would have stopped Crowley, anyway. Throw in their mysterious and complicated past, danger lurking from where they are least expecting and Crowley's very naked, very tattooed body that suddenly seems to be everywhere, and you might find them in a situation they are too ineffable to escape. - Or, my entry for the Good AUmens fest for the Fake Marriage prompt, with a hearty dash of Spies subplot.

This deserves so many more readers! An amazing AU where Aziraphale and Crowley are spies for opposite sides with a history and are sent on one last assignment. There are so many loving nods to canon and a bunch of fun tropes that are brilliantly written.

But You, My Dear, Are An Ocean | megzseattle

After Aziraphale's defection, Crowley tries to figure out how to live life for himself.

Cannot rave about this novel-length fic enough. I adore the OCs in this and the village community around Crowley. I love the way they slowly reconcile and actually learn to communicate.

If Love Be Rough With You | ddagent @ddagent

Everyone knows Anthony Crowley loathes stage and screen, BAFTA winning actor Aziraphale Fell. Except he doesn't. Not really. Never has.

Would love to see this continued! Actor AUs are one of my favourites and this is the first I’ve read where Aziraphale and Crowley have a past before working together. (Plus them taking shots at each other’s work through the press is wonderful).

Sauntering through Space and Time | Slurpi13

Unassuming as he may be coiled under sumptuous bed linens, the demon never did let his guard down completely. Consciousness alert, Crowley merely sauntered through space and time, an astral body floating aimlessly through the universe in a light doze. Only twice had he been able to let go fully, both occasions being in the immediate presence of Aziraphale. (Or: Aziraphale is intrigued by Crowley’s habit of sleeping. Crowley discovers he can sleep better with the angel near. They tiptoe around asking.)

Loved how this story (running from Armageddon to the South Downs) ties into canon at various points with Crowley’s sleep as a framing device.

What's Past is Prologue | mikripetra

“You’re going to let me go into the past to try and change what happened? Why would You do that? Why not just change it Yourself? With a single word You can get him sent back down from Heaven. You can make it so he never decided to leave in the first place.” For a moment, Crowley thought that She wouldn’t answer. He’d already gotten more than one question answered today, and that was more than he ever thought he’d get. Just when he was least expecting it, God spoke again. “IF I DID THAT, IT WOULDN’T BE HIS CHOICE, WOULD IT?” Crowley shrugged concedingly. She had a point there, he supposed. - Crowley has a second chance to get Aziraphale back. Or rather, seven chances. He just needs to pick the right moment in their shared past where he'll be able to convince Aziraphale to stay with him instead of going to Heaven. Simple enough, right?

I adored this. It has everything I love about time-loop fics but with non-linear time travel to different points in their past. I love how the author has gone outside of the scenes we saw in the show.

the words to keep you (when you get like this) | Misila @nenufair

Crowley is not quite making the most of his existence right now though; but in his defence, he doesn't think anyone would enjoy being chained in the deepest pit of Hell. Literally. (Or: Shax puts Crowley in time-out for trying to sabotage the Second Coming. The hardest part comes after Aziraphale saves him.)

Another brilliantly unique idea for what could happen after the end of series 2. I love that Aziraphale gets to be the rescuer here and just in general competent!Aziraphale.

metamorphosis [allow the ground to find its brutal way to me] | sideraclara

Without ritual, without ceremony, without witness, Aziraphale falls.

I’m a sucker for ‘Aziraphale falls’ fics and really enjoyed this. It’s got a different take on the process of falling that really added to the story and little touches like Maggie volunteering for a mental health line are perfectly in character.

Falconry Revisited | triedunture

Aziraphale and Crowley part ways, but not for long. Not when the Second Coming is at hand. Don't worry. They're not at all competent, still.

I’m amazed at what a good job the author has done at taking one of the most cliched tropes (‘fuck or die’) and making it a fully-fledged, good story that is not a PWP. Love the hints about Muriel leaning into some fan theories about them possibly having had their memory wiped, and likewise the twist with Nina and Maggie is genius and the Nina part of it is not something I’ve seen elsewhere.

Brown's World Of Misguided Assumptions | WaitingToBeBroken

Mr Brown, Brown's World of Carpets, is not a stranger to the criminal world. He can clearly tell that the man who has started to visit Mr. Fell down the road is up to no good. And he is desperate to help the kind bookseller escape the world of crime. Crowley, on the other hand, is unsure why this homophobic idiot is so insistent on bothering him.

I live for outsider POVs and this series has been great, so thrilled to see another one-shot. Poor well-intentioned Mr Brown (and love the added backstory), would love a follow-up post season 2.

We Were Never Made to Run Forever | Lucha_Pseud

“Is that what you’ve been following me around for? To ask where the Supreme Archangel of Heaven is?” Muriel rings their hands and looks apologetic when they nod. “Yes, well.” “His location is in the title,” Crowley says slowly. “Sure, of course. But—you see. Mr. Fell.” “Aziraphale,” Crowley corrects them. “He’s not actually a bookshop owner.” “Right,” Muriel says with a nervous flash of teeth. “See—but—he’s not actually Supreme Archangel of Heaven either.” Crowley blinks. It’s the only indication that he takes the words as a slap to the face. He won’t let them see the sting in his eyes. “Since when?” he asks very casually—not because he wants to know. It’s purely small talk. He’s not interested in why Aziraphale would resign the position he left Crowley for or where he’s been since. *** Aziraphale's gone missing. Heaven wants to find him. Crowley plans to find him first.

A different take to any I’ve seen before on how Aziraphale prevents the second coming. Really enjoyed this and would love to see more in this universe of Aziraphale managing his new powers.

Marry Me | ddagent @ddagent

Casting revenge upon the landed gentry, Anthony Crowley sends an anonymous love letter to one Mister Fell. He does not expect a response. He certainly does not expect a proposal.

This author is briliant at leaving me wanting sequels. Loved this and would love to see more of this universe.

Think Nothing of It | lavvyan

Aziraphale keeps trying to lure Crowley into a romantic trope. Sadly, Crowley is completely immune. ... Or is he?

A short but really cute fic about Aziraphale using romance tropes to try to express his feelings.

if music be the food of love, play on | fruitygoblin

In the wake of Aziraphale’s recall to Heaven, Crowley attempts to sort out the resulting mess of his immortal life. This would be considerably easier if Aziraphale didn’t keep astral projecting into his flat and trying to apologise to him.

This is lovely. I love Crowley’s petulance and the ways Aziraphale appears are really unique.

a disagreement concerning the colour of a canvas | wildenessat221b @wildenessat221b

Despite all that had happened, Crowley didn’t hate Aziraphale. Crowley had bared to Aziraphale the soul he wasn’t certain he was supposed to have, the soul that he’d somehow cultivated through millennia of a damned existence through sheer force of will and disobedience and inconsolable desperation and had it thrown back into his face. And yet Crowley still didn’t hate Aziraphale. With the shock and adrenaline having been given ample time to wear off, he wasn’t even angry with him anymore. Because he understood, in a way.

The tags lured me in (namely 'part of it is set in wilko to honour our fallen brethren') and the Anne Boleyn story kept me there. Really enjoyed this and the way their reunion was set up!

i'm now and then, combined | jupiupy @meep--tm

They only discovered that kissing had been invented - and tried and tested - fifty and a hundred years later, respectively, and had both initially thought it looked more uncomfortable than anything. Now, though. He’s seen humans in love, disgustingly in love, who it’d take all the combined forces of Heaven and Hell to separate, who have kissed each other as if air from the other is the only thing that would do anymore. It certainly hadn’t seemed uncomfortable for them. It doesn’t seem too uncomfortable to Crowley, right now. The longer this split second drags, while Aziraphale smiles at him as if he’s something worth smiling at, the angel’s lips are starting to look like the most comfortable place on Earth. — Crowley has wanted to kiss Aziraphale for hundreds of years. Now that he’s done it wrong, he’d rather not think about it anymore. Aziraphale is a different story entirely.

This is an EPIC of a fix-it fic but so very worth it. Great characterisation and the pay off is so earned by the end.

Fighting Dirty | curtaincall @fremulon

Aziraphale knows exactly what’s happening: Hell has sent up a devilishly attractive demon to tempt him into sinning against God. So he’ll act like he’s falling for it, pretend he doesn’t know just what Crowley’s doing. And he certainly won’t give in. Crowley knows exactly what’s happening: Heaven has sent down a divinely beautiful angel to dazzle him into revealing Hell’s plans. So he’ll act like he’s falling for it, pretend he doesn’t know just what Aziraphale’s doing. And he certainly won’t give in. (Or: an angel and a demon spend 6000 years each convinced the other one is a honey trap)

This is such a brilliant and unique AU of the whole show, absolutely adored it.

Guts (and a loaf of Wharburton's Farmhouse White) | YellowMustard @theyellowestmustard

"Spilling your guts," Muriel chirps. "You said that once before. And I didn't know what it meant then. And I didn't get to ask. So. Go." And they tap their book of idiots with their pen, giving Crowley an expectant and eager look. "Ah," says Crowley, understanding. "Forgot about that. Your whole…special interest thing. Right, okay. So, when humans say ‘spilling your guts’ I suppose it means to…to let out everything that you’ve been feeling. To tell someone what’s been on your mind. Especially if it’s something you’ve been bottling up, like–” “What kind of bottles?” “I–what?” “Is there a specific type of bottle designed to hold human feelings?” (OR: Muriel and Crowley catch up after the events of 'Idiot'. Muriel eats an entire loaf of bread. A self-indulgent sequel with Big Crowley Feelings)

A great follow-up to ‘Idiot’ which was on one of my previous rec lists. I adore Crowley and Muriel’s friendship and Muriel’s development.

8,003 New Messages | SazzyLJ

Aziraphale discovers the backlog of prayers that have been sent to him care of Heaven. When he begins to listen through them, he realizes things about his relationship with Crowley and his own impact on Earth.

A really nice twist on the ‘Crowley prays to Aziraphale’ trope with 6 millennia’s worth of celestial voicemails. Loved the nods to past characters and the journey to Aziraphale and Crowley talking again.

Break the Rules | cminerva @cminerva

Aziraphale was beautiful, had always been beautiful; the inaccessibility of it all had kept Crowley company for thousands of years. It was a painful, delicate balance made easy only through long practice and very clear rules. But surely after 6000 years, a gentle caress of the angel’s face could be forgiven?

This is really sweet - Aziraphale makes a bet with Maggie to grow a beard and is unsure of Crowley’s reaction. I loved the reveal behind the bet in the end notes.

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