#AziRaphael au

[goatwstrawberrydrawings]

The them ever

This is my AziRaphael au which you can read here

[dj-c00k13]

CHAPTER 6!!!!

@blazenfire223

[thora-otg-xp]

I wasn't going to post this today, but since we're celebrating the renewal, I figured I would.

I just keep redesigning them lol

[runwhileyoucan]

Crowley：well angel i'll go and get us somthin to eat.*leaves with Gabriel taging along*

Beelzebub：hah angel, that sweet. Think i'll call Gabriel that.

Aziraphael：oh no no no. Crowley though that nickname exclusively for me！*proud smile*

Beelzebub：oh, well i'll think of something else

*Crowley and Gabriel overhearing the conversion*

Gabriel：when are you going to tell him its a nickname that you just picked up from a human？

Crowley：fuck of Gabriel. Anyway, how do you even know that.

Gabriel：i happen to be are arc angel

Crowley：Yeah "ex" arc angel

[aus-nobody-asked-for]

Aziraphael never came back but still, Crowley waited for him. And then humanity ended. At first it seemed like only a few cities were affected. Then it seemed like maybe only the USA, or North America.

But it did not stop there.

It's not like Crowley wanted to leave the bookshop. But there was this little girl, Ellie, that needed to get somewhere. It could help the humans. And Crowley knew Azira would have liked helping her. So he decided to leave.

Just him, the little Ellie, and a grumpy guy named Joel that seemed somehow even less talkative that Crowley was these days.

[jatmin-the-fan]

My coping mechanism for the season 2 ending is making an au where 2 wine aunts take the heartbroken Crowley to a different UNIVERSE where heaven and hell cant find them and help him cope by living the cottagecore dream, while Az is figuring stuff oit in heaven.

Its a fun silly au and bc theres travelling to alternative universes i call it the au au.

I love it

[aziraphales-library]

Hey folks!

I was wondering if there are any tattoo artist Crowley or Azira fics you know of. I started reading one ages ago but lost track of it and wonder if I can perhaps find it again like this as it seems to not be the most popular trope.

Much love!!!

HI! We have a #tattooist au tag with a couple of posts, so check that out. Here are more to add...

Bouquets and Ink by rainbow_salt (T)

When Crowley opens a small flower shop on Whickber Street, the last thing he expects is to catch feelings for the tattoo artist who owns the tattoo parlour right across the street.

Hidden Meanings by lemonjelloarts (G)

Aziraphael has a bad habit: a he-keeps-putting-permanent-things-on-his-body-as-an-excuse-to-see-his-tattoo-artist kind of bad habit. And he's running out of skin to do it on.

Scissor and Ink by Samara Lilly (NR)

Ezra Fell works as an established tattoo artist in Soho. Anthony J. Crowley, talented hair stylist, opens up a salon just around the corner. Can a new haircut make sparks fly between two pining idiots? (It can...)

God Does Not Play Games by RainyDayDecaf (T)

So this must be A. J. Crowley. One of the very few tattoo artists in London who was licensed to cover soulmarks. Aziraphale could only hope his technique was less prickly than his personality.

Ink Stained Bleeding Hearts by WillowTea (E)

Ready for a fresh start, Anthony J. Crowley opens shop across the road from a lovely tattooist, Aziraphale Fell. After everything he's been through, Crowley is not ready to fall head over heels for Aziraphale, but he can't stop himself. The two navigate their new friendship and budding romance while addressing past hurts.

What There Isn’t by hope_in_the_dark (T)

Good things do not happen to Anthony Crowley, but when Eli Fell walks into his life, they start to. (Or: Crowley is a tattoo artist and Eli is a bookseller, and they spend a lot of time not being together before they figure out what love is.)

- Mod D

[noneorother]

The grand unified theory of Good Omens S2 hangs on - you guessed it - a double meaning (and art). *Part 3*

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l The End? This is major spoilers for season 3 territory. You have been warned. I'm also going to split this into parts because wow, I have so many ✨Clues✨! My peeps, before I show you the prestige, we need to discuss Maggie. Maggie is SO WEIRD.

Right up top we get her telling us this. Who loves something since they were a baby? Since you were a kid sure, but how can you remember loving something since you were a baby?

This one's fun. The double meaning here is 1) I was a huge uptight nerd so I never went to parties and/or 2) I wasn't a human teenager so I never got to go to your earth parties. But check out when Nina and Maggie *first* meet in her coffee shop. We spend a lot of time in this scene, because it's framed as a meet cute, but it's also full of weird dialogue.

So i'm not a writer, someone feel free to tell me I'm wrong, but Maggie is remembered by Nina AS A COFFEE. She IS a skinny latte. This works on two levels again. 1) You're not important enough to me to remember you as a person, just as an order. 2) You do not fit into my memory of people I know, but subconsciously I remember you as NOT a regular human.

And then again when she leaves the shop, Nina isn't paying attention and just sort of subconsciously replies:

Again, two meanings. Maggie is unimportant to her, Maggie is also a *coffee*.

Which is weird, because as far as I can tell Maggie never drinks a coffee, or anything for that matter. Sure she orders stuff in the shop, and is offered food and alcohol, but we never see her actually drink or eat any of it. She stirs the tea but never takes a sip.

So what IS Maggie then? Many people have pointed out that Maggie and Nina are a coffeeshop AU of our heroes. Their visual presentation seems to be screaming Nina = Crowley! and Maggie = Aziraphale! And they *work* on opposite sides of the street and everything! So is Maggie just a stand-in for Aziraphale then, to make the parable work? Cool, then what's the parable?

Uh oh. What possible AU fiction ends up with the main love interests breaking up with their toxic ex, dancing in a ball and fighting demons together and then... just not ending up together? An AU written by kind of a bad writer who wants to show the two lovebirds he's trying to separate that it will never work. Oh hey look The Metatron is here:

Now, I think the same guy that has been adding bits and pieces in the past would have no problem adding stuff and/or people in the present to make a point. Maggie also seems to be pretty sure about quite a lot of things that I wouldn't be sure about, given the context.

Maggie's knows it's not going to do any good, but she has to tell them anyway? Tell them what, that Nina and Maggie talked it out and never ended up together? Wow, what a great message. Thanks Maggie. Maggie isn't just a downer of an example though, remember she's also A COFFEE! Shoved in Aziraphael's and Crowley's faces, asking them to take it and help her since the beginning.

There's a concept in magic tricks called a force, where it seems like someone has free will ; to put a card anywhere in a deck, or pick a number, or volunteer, but actually the outcome has been chosen for them by the magician for the trick to work. The actual trick is about getting the person to think they've freely chosen to participate in the trick, not the act of revealing the card. The real trick was never making Maggie and Nina try to fall in love, it was getting Aziraphael to think he had freely chosen to help Maggie get this whole thing going. And if we know one thing about Aziraphael, it's that he's actually terrible at magic. Aziraphael has been primed to take the coffee in S2E6, because he's been taking the coffee the whole season. Ready for the prestige reveal after the force? We're going right to The Metatron in Part 4.

[neverwalka1one]

10 Recommendations!

Tomorrow (2/15) is International Fanwords Day, so as part of the feedback fest, here's ten recs from my favorited list!

The Untamed. This is a Golden Core Reveal, not so much fix-it as fix the world around it so that everything doesn't go off the rails. It features Cunning Deception, Not So Cunning Deception, Wei Wuxian being gremlin, surprisingly cool LQR, and more Wangxian than Jiang Cheng is comfortable with. Also JGY has a migrane.

Like a House on Fire by KouriArashi. (oooh, I figured out how to do a thing) The Untamed. A modern-world AU non-cultivators rough 9-1-1 fusion fic. Everyone's a firefighter or a paramedic or a cop, Jiang Cheng gets a dog (and she is a Very Good Girl), Jin Zixuan discovers a new and shiny spine, Nie Mingjue just wants his people to be okay, and JGY gets an axe. It's mildly unhinged, it's excellent writing, I love it.

Imprints by Lisa_Telramor. The Untamed. A post-canon fic in which Wei Wuxian rescues a small innocent baby... whoops that's a dog. Except even if it is a dog, it is still small. And innocent. And helpless. And definitely will die if not helped. Featuring Wei Wuxian and his dog (!!!), poor mental health repair techniques, Yunmeng Bros reconciliation, and Jin Ling despairing over his uncles. This fic is so cute, I cannot even.

By Any Other Name by ShanaStoryteller. The Untamed. Wei Wuxian returns, but it's Not Right, and in a panic he retreats to Lotus Pier. Also known as that 'Wei Wuxian fucks with gender and then everything else' fic. Featuring Lan Zhan having deeply confused thoughts about his sexuality and loyalty to a dead man, Jin Ling gleefully calling Wei Wuxian 'aunt' at every opportunity, Wei Wuxian bitching about careless baby necromancers, a revision of Yi City, and Lan Xichen being So Confused All The Time.

Climbing Up That Coastal Shelf by Sour_Idealist. The Untamed. A post-canon fic in which Jin Ling realizes _no one_ is keeping an eye on Wei Wuxian. Then he learns what a self-sacrificing idiot his genius uncle is, and decides if no one else is going to claim this guy, he absolutely will because he needs all the help he can get. The Jin sect will never be the same. Featuring the return of Mianmian, So Many Family Feelings, Wei Wuxian scaring the Jin elders, poor communication skills amongst cultivators, and Jin Ling being possessive.

The Sword and the Shield by 29Pieces. Good Omens. A post S1 fic (written when there was only S1), in which Aziraphael is an absolute badass. Featuring the sort of angel where 'fear not' is the sort of reassurance one needs, and Aziraphael isn't saying that.

A Friend of Mine by CowGayKermit. Umbrella Academy. In which Klaus' buddies from Vietnam put 2 and 2 together and get 'that kid on the news is _our Klaus_ holy shit'. Featuring a ton of OCs that have been through shit and don't take kindly to anyone being mean to their brother. It's wild, I love it, I will take a million versions of this please.

Arc Tremors by MountainRose. The Avengers. An old-school post-movie fic where people move into Avengers Tower, this time because Tony failed to hide just how poorly he was doing after the Chitauri rolled through town. Featuring Giant Mutated Seafood, medical drama, everyone gets to be a little over-protective and tetchy (as a treat), and the bots being adorable. I love this era of Avengers fics, I will live here forever.

Shades of Grey Spill From My Veins (bleeding ink all over the page) by Reverie. The Untamed. One of my all-time favs, a What If WWX Grew Up In The Nie Sect fic. Seriously, this is one of my comfort fics, I love it so much, just read it.

Work Day by Saintlygames. The Watchmaker of Filigree Street. So much lovely fluff about two of my favorite boys and their daughter. Honestly, this is just the sweetest. Featuring Thaniel being too competent for his own good, Mori using his powers to spoil his husband, Six tolerating hugs as best she can, and did I mention the fluff? SO FLUFFY I COULD DIE.

There are so many more (for srs, there's at least four more Untamed I could put on here right now, without searching), but this is a good place to start!

[venskih]

My ladies✨

I really love all of 19th century au with Aziraphael and Crowley

[phantomram-b00]

Okay I gotta cut back on my spoilers since a family member I know is watching season 2 is so to keep my hyperfixation and brainrotting still functioning, I wanna share some headcanon:

(Warning that some might contain spoilers for season 1 or at least vague ones at that so spoiler warning ahead)

- Maggie reads coffee shop au or coffee shop romance books way before meeting Nina (who just so happen to own a coffee shop)

- Nina the type to tease in both banter or in a romantic manner.

- Crowley while don’t completely believe in astrology still loves to read about them and just to tease Aziraphale say “that is very much *insert Aziraphale’s zodiac sign* behavior Angel”.

- The Them and Anathema (plus Newton) still hang out and to this day talk about the almost apocalypse and wondering how Crowley and Aziraphale are doing

-Maggie and Aziraphale occasionally hang out and talk about either music or life. (Bonus if Aziraphale talk to Maggie about Crowley as Maggie search up “how to tell your friend they’re gay?”)

-Crowley stargazes either by himself or bring Aziraphale with him, and whenever Azirapahle talk about the stars being pretty, Crowley look at Aziraphale agreeing and/or whenever Crowley talk about the stars and funfact about them aziraphale look at him and listen with a smile.

- Nina hums while making coffee

- Nina secretly been wanted to get a gramophone or a Jukebox to play either at home or at her shop

- Heaven and Hell are still frazzled thag Aziraphael and Crowley still survived after their “executions” and even still talk about it to this day.

-Crowley replays what Gabriel told Aziraphale during the bodyswap episode in his mind (and given what I understand most likely never told Aziraphale what Gabriel said)

-Aziraphale bought a rubber duck for jokes and it either inside his bathroom or on his nightstand.

-Nina would sometimes check out the bookshop

-Adam still uses his powers but try not to do something big to alert either his parents or heaven or hell in case of another Armageddon.

-Anathema and Newton are engaged but had to wait as the pandemic happen.

-Aziraphale secretly miss whenever Crowley have long hair.

-Crowley secretly miss his long hair but doesn’t want to deal with the tangles (relatable)

-The them still go on adventures and still spend time with Adam even with school going on.

-the them for sure own discord and would video call each other to keep each touch, update and also have their laughs. (Bonus is that they matching pfp)

-Aziraphale sings at the comfort of his own home or while cleaning.

-Aziraphale/Crowley use any pronouns, they don’t mind being called he/him, she/her, they/them or whatnot.

-Crowley once made flower crown for Aziraphale and he (Aziraphale) love it that he does it occasionally.

Most likely have more but that all I can think off 🤭 hehehehe

[goatwstrawberrydrawings]

Who are you?

AziRaphael au drawing

[dj-c00k13]

CHAPTER NUMBER 5 LETS GOOOOOOOO

:D please check it out, it would mean the world to me

[augustish]

AU, in which Crowley became an archangel instead of Aziraphael! 🤯🤯🤯

[magnaflourious-nerdity]

Aziraphale/Crowley Ace Attorney AU

So the thing is.... I couldn't stop myself...? There are two response here, both of which are significantly longer than three sentences, neither of which are like, very good, but! I hope you enjoy them regardless!!!

Take one:

[Book!A and C. This has no direct corollary with a specific PW time period, but would have to take place at least post game one and most likely sometime after the six official cannon games have completed.]

"I go to Germany for FIVE minutes to see my demon of a little sister-anathema says hello by the way - and when I come back you're on trial for MURDER?!? AGAIN!!!"

Aziraphael looks far too calm, sitting there in the same holding cell as the last time they had been in this position. When he sees Crowley, he has the audacity to smile at him.

"Oh dear," he says, pleasantly, as if he wasn't a mere three days from his own potential doomsday. "Now, there's no need for the shouting, really. it's all just a big misunderstanding. Do give Anathema my best by the way, it's been an age since we've been able to get together."

Crowley huffs out a frustrated sigh at the other man's nonchalance. "And I imagine it'll be even longer when you're serving LIFE IN PRISON!!! A misunderstanding?!? They found you with your hands in the victims pockets, Aziraphael. You're a lawyer. Why would you think that that is in anyway a sane idea!!!!!"

The blonde still looks irritatingly unruffled as he primly adjusts his lapels and levels his gaze at Crowley. "Well, forgive me for wanting to know the identity of the poor soul lying dead in my bookshop- right in front of the first editions, I might add !" That is so far the only point that Azirapheal manages to sound actually distressed about.

Unsurprising, Crowley thinks, almost fond if he wasn't so flustered.

"They could well have ruined those priceless works, which is the real crime here, if you ask me." Crowley hadn't asked him, specifically because he'd already known that that's how he would feel about the whole thing. "Can you imagine the audacity?" Crowley can feel a migraine threatening to start in his temples.

" The fact that he's a murderer sort of tempers the disbelief, so yes." He heaves a sigh, resigned, and plops down in the chair positioned across from the other man, on this side of the glass. "Do you have any idea as to who might want to frame you for murder? A second time." He adds, still slightly incredulous over the whole thing.

Aziraphael makes a noncommittal noise, tilting his head to the side in a move that shows he's thinking, but that he doesn't have much hope for an answer. Instead, he simply shakes his head a Crowley slightly, confirming what the defense attorney had already suspected.

They'll need leads then. He's already formulating his next move in the investigation: obviously, the bookshop will be his first priority. Besides, Aziraphael will probably want an update on his home/bookshop/office- the thought of a herd of strangers rooting through it for clues is likely to ALSO cause him some distress.

Attempting to explain himself a little more, Aziraphael continues to describe the situation, hoping to shed some light on things: "Normally, you know I would never touch the crime scene, but I felt that it would be unwise to simply leave the man murdered in my shop without discovering more abput the situation. Not to mention a sure annoyance for me later. I didn't know that I'd be swarmed the minute I touched the body, while i was looking for his identification. " And there was something odd about that timing, wasn't there? Surely he wouldn't be the only one who thought so... he'd have to ask Newt later, when he stopped by the precinct to bully him for details on their side of the investigation.

Aziraphael sighs anxiously, Crowley- having anticipated the source of it already -knows what is likely to come after, and he is not disappointed. It's almost enough to make him laugh. Almost.

"They had best hope they're being careful with everything over there!" He can't hide the irritation in his voice at this point, and the urge to laugh rears its head again. "Everything had better remain in good condition when this whole mess is over, or else I will be having words with the officers in charge. Several of them. Loudly. This whole thing is so incredibly inconvenient for me, Crowley."

He sounds so indignant that this time Crowley does crack a smile. He is ridiculous.

The defense attorney rolls his eyes at the statement, however, "Inconvienient?" he says, to distract Aziraphael's current train of thought and bring him back to the matter at hand. "Yes, because going to trial again is so convenient for the both of us. Shouldn't you be showing more concern than this?!"

Last time someone had tried to frame him, and Crowley had met him here- in the very same positions they were in now! -Aziraphael had been significantly more distraught, having run through and been rejected by all of his other options before Crowley had shown up, stone faced, and flat out told him that he was going to be his lawyer, refusing to take no for an answer and in spite of Aziraphael's hand-wringing objections over what this would mean for both of their legal reputations.

This time, he only looks at Crowley, unfazed, his eyes filled with a trust so soul-shatteringly sincere that it makes Crowley's breathing hitch. Aziraphael continues on, unfazed by his slight reaction: "WeIl, as I do have complete faith in you dear, I can't see the point of worrying when I know you'll free me once again. Go get them, as they say." He chuckles a little at his own joke, as if what he'd just said hadn't completely gut-punched Crowley with the totality of his belief in him.

A groan and Crowley gets up from the detention center chair, avoiding further eye contact with Aziraphael, cheeks heated and glowing red, hopefully beyond the other man's notice behind the glass- entirely too cheerful for a prosecutor with two consecutive false arrest arrests for capitol murder. He knew without ever asking that he was innocent, though. That someone was simply trying to frame him again. For what purpose though, still remained to be seen, but neither of the two of them them had any shortage of enemies with both the capacity and inclination for such a thing.

He sighed again, already tired. It felt like his friend was being divinely punished for something particularly heinous, at least, with the way their luck was going. His mouth thinned into a stern line, contemplating his next moves in order of priority- Well, he supposed if that were true, heaven would have to go through him first. Nothing would keep him from defending Aziraphael, no matter the circumstances.

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Alternate take- v.2

[TV!A and C, takes place in the PW cannon period right after Rise from the Ashes and right before Justice for All. Think, "Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death"]

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Crowley stares at the note in his hands, trembling. Through the choking veil of his shock, he wills his eyes to stop burning at the corners as he clenches the paper in his grasp, as if it was the only thing anchoring him to the spot. He re-reads it, trying to understand.

He reads it a third time, and then a fourth, always hoping the message will change. It doesn't.

Prosecutor A. Z. Fell chooses the path of Heaven.

The type-face on the letter glares up at him. This alone, these words and what they mean for his friend, would be enough to destroy him he thinks. It would be enough without--

Scrawled beneath the type-face, in Aziraphael's own handwriting, the most decimating part of the whole thing:

I forgive you...

Blinking rapidly at the sudden blur of his vision and silently glad for the dark glasses he always wears, Crowley looks up at the person behind the counter who'd handed him the envelope with Azirapheal's final note to him. They are smiling beatifically at him, as if nothing in the world is wrong, as if this is normal. Apparently they'd been hired to run the shop, now that.... well, he supposes the arrangements had to have been made beforehand, to ensure the sanctity and protection of his beloved books without him. And that is a secondary knife in his guts, the knowledge that- at least in certain aspects of this -it had to have been thoroughly considered in advance. There had been PLANS. Contingencies. He had put real time and thought into the circumstances surrounding his-- but he cannot think the word, won't let himself.

a sob escapes Crowley's throat, harsh and desperate, then another one as he feels himself disconnecting from his own body and his surroundings appear to fade slightly around him. He notes distantly that his shoulders appear to be shaking, and that it is hard to catch his breath, and he can't even bring himself to be ashamed of such a flagrant display of emotion in front of this stranger, this person who was NOT Aziraphael. Who would never BE Aziraphael, because Aziraphael was GONE. He had left him behind.

Coward. He thinks, the word forming dark and bitter and still an arms length away from his own sense of overwhelming grief as his mind seeks to separate itself from the reality of the situation.

Crowley wonders- still in that foggy, detatched, sort of way -if he should have checked in with him sooner, after the SL-9 trial. Aziraphael had taken it hard, the corruption and the betrayal the two of them had discovered and exposed from within the City's legal system, sending the entirety of the police force and prosecutorial offices into a rioutus recovery spiral as they tried to mediate the damage done by the revelations of forged evidence and falsified records that were now surfacing with increasing frequency, as more and more of the heinous details Micheal and the others in charge had attempted to cover-up of the case begain resurfacing. It had opened the door to questions on every case Aziraphael had ever worked in conjunction with them. But surely he would have said something, if he was this desperate. He would have-

I forgive you...

And Crowley feels himself pushing down the overwhelming sense of LOSS, of WRONG, of INCOMPLETE, as he feels a rising tide of hot, bitter, anger bubbling up within him to take their place. It's only reinforced and twisted back in on itself as he comes to grips with the fact that the person he is angry at is not here, can't ever be again, and so his anger is largely useless in the face of that reality. An ugly thing clawing his insides and squeezing his heart, and serving no purpose but to color his memories with bile and spite and the thick, dripping ichor of his own devistation. Still, he let's that rage wash over him, because it feels better- is better -than the alternatives. Easier.

Aziraphael had always been so willing to believe in the illusion of truth and justice the prosecutor's office purported to uphold. He had the NERVE to forgive CROWLEY? Because, what, he'd chosen to be a defense attorney instead? because, according to Aziraphael, he protected the guilty, and brought himself misfortune because of it? As if it wasn't his client's given the short shrift 98% of the time. As if it was some kind of moral judgement on Crowley's character that he tried to make sure people didn't have to suffer for things they weren't responsible for. He'd had enough of that to last a lifetime.

It was fine, he told himself. Who needed that kind of self-righteousness on their side, anyway. Better that he was gone really, if he couldn't handle the truth of what it actually meant to uphold the law, and not just Aziraphael's own fairytale notions of it.

Crowley's hands were shaking as they held tight to the note. His breathing coming hard and fast, and unsteady. The person at the counter was staring at him more openly now, looking slightly anxious. They opened their mouth- probably to ask after his well-being, since he'd been crying and almost-hyperventilating while staring into space for the better part of the last five minutes -but before they could give voice to their concerns, Crowley scowled up at them and straightened up, crumpleling the last communication he'd ever have from his Ang- his former legal associate in his fist before shoving it deeply into his inner-coat pocket. He turned sharply and, without another word, walked out of the familiar comfort of the bookshop, and into a world that Aziraphael was no longer a part of, that he never would be a part of again.

He tries to hold on to the anger, reaches for it inside himself once again, almost desperately, but the only thing that comes to him is a deep, bone-weary emptiness that labors his breathing and seems to settle on him with a solid, almost-tangible weight. He takes a breath, deeply and with careful attention, and he sighs. He would be fine. Aziraphael had made his choice, but Crowley was now the one who'd have to live with it. He would manage fine without him.

He had no choice in the matter, anymore.

[uberguber89]

This is literally those Aziraphael x Crowley University!AU fics that were breaking containment when Good Omens s1 came out!

OP is living in a fanfiction!!!

oh yeah have i ever told yall of the academic war i have been an unwilling soilder in for the past two years