#GaiasEyes

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: A Little Life

When Professor of Botany Anthony Crowley met bookshop owner Ezra Fell one November afternoon both knew their lives had irrevocably changed. From that moment forward, Anthony and Ezra’s existence was intertwined. Their story was written in the moments and memories they created as they moved through life’s chapters of coming together, building a family and facing the challenges of being human. This is a story of unconditional love and the joy and humour, obstacles and grief that inevitably come with choosing the same person, day after day, over and over and over again.

Length: 71,624 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit/ Spice Level 🔥

Best for: Safe in Public, At Home, Romance, Angst

Triggers: Main Character Deaths, Memory Loss, Grief

Read it here, fic by GaiasEyes

*Minor Spoilers* There are so many fics that I have loved throughout my time in fan spaces, but there's a select few that have stayed with me for years. I expect this one to be added to that selection. I will always remember what this fic helped me process and feel about my own bottled up grief, and I will always remember how," grief is just the other side of love."

We start with Ezra and Anthony's first date, they have such a charm and charisma in this story. Their chemistry is electric, as it always is, but in a quiet real life way. We grow with them as they build their home and family together. Tracy and Anathema becoming the mother and sister they never had, and their little bundle of joy Adam. Moments and vignettes of their life rush past, slipping through our fingers, each with a longing to stay in that moment. But the clock is ticking down. We are also introduced to one of my favorite characters in this story, Evelyn. She will become Adam's wife, and she was such a beautiful and strong addition to this story. It can be tricky with OC's but consistently her interactions with Anthony and the family were my favorite moments. Then finally, we will bear witness as Anthony's memory and life start to fade. It's the unbearable inevitability of death that we march towards. I wanted to plead with the story to give them more time, it's not fair, don't you see how much they love each other and their family? But life is not fair, and we only have so much time here. It's horrible, it's beautiful.

This story won't be for everyone, please read the tags on it, this is an emotionally charged work. But the one thing I want to make absolutely clear is: this is not angst for angst sake. This is not trying to hurt you, and it's not trying to make you cry. This is above all a human story, and we will all experience grief and loss in our lives. So if you can manage it, even if it might be difficult for you, I really would love you to try this story. If you don't read because you're scared of the grief, you will miss out on the most wonderful romance! The fullest and happiest life. A story of devotion and care, how love is choosing to be there day after day, through the good and hard times. There are so many moments of joy and passion that I want to bottle up and live inside. I will never tire of their love story. While I would classify this as "safe in public" this really should be a distraction free read for you. Somewhere safe and quiet so that you can process this wonderful story.

Read it here, fic by GaiasEyes

A couple more thoughts/spoilers, and personal musings on grief below

So personal note, I was with my grandpa, my Pa, on his final day of life. This fic really healed something in me, it saw me, and knew how I felt as my Pa's breaths slowed, how he was no longer in his body. He was similar in age to Anthony. We should have had more time with him, he hadn't made it to his 70's. Grief is awful, wretched, and unbearable. But it's also love, and the memories of our loved ones don't leave us.

There's just so much I loved about this story, and I'm so grateful to have been able to experience it. I really especially have to commend it for how it shows us multiple angles and experiences of grief. How each of them handle it in their own ways. The support groups were some of the most affecting chapters for me. It was often when I would start crying. Because it was giving the characters and us the space to feel our grief and ask for help dealing with it. I didn't want to spoil in the main post, but losing Ezra as well was an absolute gut punch and I did need a second to process that one. I feel like I should have seen that coming, and part of me would have liked a version where we did get to see him heal and find new purpose in life, but he was so tired. He deserves to rest. I think it will be awhile before I can reread this story, but again, I'm so grateful for the experience.

[maddyjones2]

This fic is far too engaging, I was completely distracted from work, unable to concentrate. I cried buckets at the end and just reading the first chapter again is threatening to set me off. It's a love story, a story about family and choices. If you can live with the overwhelming distraction and the crying, I hope you enjoy.

[doonarose]

31 Authors. 100 Chapters. Over 100,000 words. Over 100 different journeys.

Written as part of the @goodomensafterdark Smut War!

To watch the cinematic masterpiece that is the trailer - and get a pretty good idea of what this behemoth fic is about - Click Here!(Epic thanks to u/IneffableCrankShaft and u/FourCatsAndCounting!)

To check out the fic's Bingo Card so you can play along – Click Here! (Thanks to FuzzyGoblin!)

CW/TW: Lots!!! All triggers are clearly listed at the start of each chapter they feature in and the fic is comprehensively tagged on AO3. Major warnings for parts of the fic include: dubcon, snake sex, under-negotiated kink, spanking/impact play, figging, and watersports/pissplay, all of which can be navigated around as needed!

Summary: Having thwarted yet another attempt at ending the world, Aziraphale and Crowley are, in fact, ready to have sex now. Just how successful their sex shall be depends on the discerning decision-making of you, dear reader…

More than thirty authors combine to bring you over one hundred possible ways that the first night at the South Downs cottage might play out. Aziraphale and Crowley - and you - will embark on a thrilling voyage of self-discovery from which no one will emerge unchanged.

Enormous thanks to all our writers: u/Admingumbo, u/AngelZash, u/Blackjeans93, u/-Cheeseplants-, u/Schmengie01, u/Doonarose, u/ElysiumLeo90, u/Fishey_Me, u/FuzzyGoblinoid, u/Gaiaseyes, u/GlitteringPeanut42, u/Hakunahistata, u/Harlotofupdog, u/IneffablyRuined, u/Intelligent-Dragon, u/Kiripin, u/KotiasCamorra, u/Lemon-Tart-221, u/Likeafuckingninja, u/MrsCakeIsHere, u/Natyu0815, u/Niknak90, u/PaperclipNinja, u/Pepper_Bird, u/-Polychrome, u/Savyl_Steelfeather, u/StartledPlatypus, u/TransplantedMate, u/UKCalico, u/WingsofOpal, u/y2bx, and u/Zin_Lynn

Thanks also to our betas: u/SouthernFriedAmy, u/DBacklot99, u/NegotiationReal6508, u/CrystalSilhouette, and u/badbitchbarenziah

And thanks to all the mods and members of this amazing sub and especially those in the Writer’s Guild!

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[adverbian]

All Your Life: a new Good Omens fic

for @gaiaseyes451

Rated T (2942 words)

In which, sharing a cottage on the South Downs, they gradually find their way to themselves, and to each other.

Tags: South Downs Cottage, Crowley Plays Guitar, Pining While Living Together, First Kiss, Gratuitous Beatles Song Reference

Read on AO3

Happy birthday, @gaiaseyes451 ! I can’t believe it’s been a year of writing and reading and goblining and friendship. I’m so lucky that I get to know you — your brilliance, your insight, your deep, deep kindness. I'm so happy that I get to call you my friend.

I hope that you enjoy this bit of sweetness with music.

Undying gratitude to brilliant beta readers @malachitegrey , @hakunahistata , and @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon , whose suggestions were so spot-on.

And thanks to @goodomensafterdark , without whom I would never have met GaiasEyes.

Cover image: Adapted from "Red-winged Blackbird in Flight" by Skylar L. Primm (he/him), licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0.

[goodomensafterdark]

Writers Guild Cock Fight

Art by woaini_ogelskerdig

Summary:

Crowley wants Aziraphale, but does Aziraphale want Crowley?

Moreover, Crowley has the hots for Aziraphale, hasn't ever had the hots before, and isn't even sure what "hots" are supposed to feel like. He can't even cuss properly because every sex-related cuss word just reminds him how fucking (see?) confused he is.

But there's help on the horizon -- in the form of one Greek demigod they just happened to rescue off the side of a mountain. Not that our ineffable idiots have the sense to ask for help. But they're getting it anyway.

Written by startledplatypus, find them on Reddit and AO3!

Word count: 16,049 words

Trigger/Content Warnings: Explicit; dubcon; sex pollen; anal sex; oral sex; masturbation; mild exhibitionism; naga sex; snake sex: Ancient Greece religion and lore

Excerpt:

Crawly woke up on a low couch covered in deep navy velvet studded with tiny gold stars. A matching neckroll pillow nuzzled his head. The air was warm but pleasant, scented with cinnamon and cassia and… myrrh.

F---

“OH, my God,” he heard from across the… room? Well, it was more cylindrical than that, with fluted columns around its circumference and a ceiling lurking somewhere above. Night-dark curtains of tassel-edged heavy damask hung between each pair of columns, masking whatever lay beyond. Tiny lanterns floated here and there, strobing saturated, shifting colors across what little he could see of the lush, carpeted floor.

The Greeks did not have carpet any more than they had soap.

“OH, my GOD,” he heard again. This time it sounded less surprised and more mortified. And more familiar.

It sounded like Aziraphale when he’d realized one of his “rare statuettes” was a dildo.

Crawly groaned. Quietly. This was not going well. He thought about calling out to the angel, but changed his mind when he looked down.

He was starkers. Even his sunglasses were gone. And he was very… male.

Something made a muffled sound from not nearly far enough away. Then there was a thump, a quavery curse which might have been that awful “f” word, and a rather desperate groan. And a cream-colored neckroll pillow with pale blue stitchwork came sailing toward the demon’s head.

Crawly, too busy considering the ramifications of this situation, failed to duck. The pillow flumphed into his face and fell onto the couch-bed. It was, of course, tartan.

Shit.

A feminine alto laugh echoed around the chamber. And something ssssed.

“What the FUCK,” a very Aziraphale voice shrilled… and all the lanterns flared, revealing a too-tall woman standing on a low, round, central marble platform with a long, sinuous snake coiling up her linen-draped legs, over her cloth-covered shoulders, and down her bare arms. Its great head lifted, amber eyes lazily opening.

“Ohhhh,” it said. “Guessssts.”

Read more on AO3!

Special thanks to!!!

For beta-reading: DoonaRose, harlotupdog, ckocek, Paperclip_Ninja, and blackjeans93

For snek-jucation: blackjeans93

For ao3 formatting help: cheeseplants, GaiasEyes, mrscakeishere, and polychrome

For ART!: woaini_ogelskerdig

[hawt-pants-exe]

Day 13 of ineffable may

Heavenly Hosts

Also YEP I’m fashionably late and yeah unfortunately skipped 14 & 15 but let me tell you the reason why

Cuz I’ve been busy reading a beautiful and bittersweet fanfic by GaiasEyes “A Little Life” .

Read it if you haven’t

Here’s the link

I swear I’ve never shed a single tear over a fic but this takes the whole cake.

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[yoshiyolotli]

FanFic Recs something good and right and real - Chapter 1 - foolishlovers - Good Omens (TV) [Archive of Our Own] and now all of my garden is grown in lavender

- ilikeblue Texts from an Unknown Number ⁃ GaryOldman Mon Horrible Chéri Postcards From Paris Editor's Note Big Name Feelings ⁃ @ghostrat There is a Light & It Never Goes Out (WIP)

You Don't Dance - The Story of 1941

Don't Fall Away From Me

- PhoenixRose314, @phoen1xr0se

The Accidental Understudy ⁃ AppleSeeds How about a coffee to go? ⁃ Deichselschwein, @deichselschwein The Trojan Horse Virus ⁃ Greenathena But, soft! ⁃ On1OccasionFork The Tadfield Holiday -beerok23 Divine Hands The Truth Remains ⁃ WanderingAlice Group of the Two of Us Therapy ⁃ Searching_for_Sarah_Tonin For His Eyes Only ⁃ AFrenchFanWriter Plus One ⁃ Caedmon Imaginaria ⁃ hinetti ⁃ 🌟 32 Questions That Lead To Love ⁃ ffonippop ⁃ ⭐️ Find the Light Every Damn Day When You Go Eden Sky Clear Blue ⁃ klikandtuna A Life Life ⁃ GaiasEyes ⁃ 💔 What Hath God Wrought ⁃ saretton Blame It on the Goose ⁃ almaasi ⁃ Cute first kiss What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding) ⁃ charlottemadison ⁃ Re-readble

[nosferatini]

Angel

An Angst War submission for @goodomensafterdark

My first OC post to Tumblr! Please enjoy a little short story of Crowley after Season 2, available on AO3 with links to the Podfic in the notes!

Summary:

Crowley and the Bentley have run aground. The angel is gone, and there's nothing left to keep going for....

Is there?

_________________________

Knock knock knock knock.

Four knocks. Something about that made me shiver, and I pulled away. The fog on the glass evaporated to reveal a white cockatoo pressing its beak between the bars and up to the glass. It knocked four more times, then cocked its head to regard me curiously.

It was animated enough to have been a youngster, but this bird had seen better days. The feathers were overly fluffy, the blackness of the beak was charcoal with scratches, and the white plumage was discolored enough to indicate they’d gone the way of a senior’s hair.

It knocked again.

Impertinent little shit…

And yet, as if that was a magnetic feature, I found myself dinging the bell that inevitably rings when one enters a pet shop.

_________________________

tldr; Crowley makes a friend, but this is the Angst War - How will it end?

[ TW - Pet Loss]

Special thanks to hakunahistata, GaiasEyes, Mrs_Cake_Is_Here, Aidaran, No_Replacements (cheeseplants), Adept_Dragonfruit_54, Ceejiesqueejie, PaperclipNinja, Ines2925 for beta assistance, and the @sohoscribblers for your support and encouragement in getting me to write this in the first place!

[crowleysgirl56]

God damn it god damn it GOD DAMN IT! I shouldn’t have read this one immediately after finishing Don’t Fall Away from me by @phoen1xr0se. I should not have done it. But I did. And it was BEAUTIFUL!

A Little Life by @gaiaseyes451 now marks the sixth Good Omens fan fiction that I have come completely undone reading. Sobbed non-stop through the last four chapters.

Human AU of Crowley and Aziraphale (Anthony and Ezra in this instance) meeting, falling in love, having the most wonderful life, and the most bittersweet ending. I won’t spoil, you can view the tags on AO3 for warnings. But seriously read it. It is phenomenally written and simply gorgeous.

One explicit scene early on (though not too explicit and it’s very nice), and the rest is just a beautiful though sometimes heartbreaking life.

The story is complete. Here it here now:

[chaoticgo]

Just a 'J' Really (Chapter 3)

CW: none

Chapter 3 Summary: Aziraphale unlocks the BAMF powers of reading. Crowley and Aziraphale finally talk when Aziraphale returns to Earth for the first time. Crowley recollects The Fall.

Premise: What if Crowley was Archangel Jophiel before sauntering vaguely downwards? Aziraphale and Jophiel (angel!Crowley) Before the Beginning and post-series 2. This is a chaptered fic with lots of humor, fluff, action, and light angst which will have smut in future chapters. Chapter 3 is the longest chapter so far, so it's a great time to start reading! Read the whole thing on AO3.

Previously on Just a 'J' Really: Before the Beginning, we watched Aziraphale and Jophiel's lives before and after they created a nebula together. In present times, Aziraphale was shown to his Heavenly office by the Metatron and found a familiar face on a photo in the Tree of Life file. While on Earth, Crowley mulled over exactly how Aziraphale and Jophiel's old companion, the Metatron, and had acted-causing a paradigm shift.   

Excerpt from Chapter 3:

Aziraphale felt something unlock in his brain once he saw a picture of an angel with Crowley’s features. He looked up from the file and where there had once been two white walls in his office, there were now two bookshelves from floor to-well, goodness knows where, but Aziraphale couldn’t see the bookshelves ending when he craned his neck upwards.

Eyes widening, he slowly approached the bookshelf closest to him-afraid perhaps it was a mirage that would dispel if he moved too quickly. As he drew closer, the smell of ancient papyrus, palm leaves, and hide bindings made his nostrils flare. These books were quite real; however they were unlike the heavenly matter of his new desk or the material objects of his books in Soho. When he placed a hand on the closest scroll he could feel it warm beneath his skin-as though it was eager to be read by him.

“Why, hello there.” 

Aziraphale’s suspicions of a form of sentience in the object were confirmed when the scroll responded by unrolling itself. He gingerly placed it on his office floor and moved out of the way. The scroll then rolled back up so only one foot of writing was visible.

Aziraphale leaned over and studied the writing. It was written in Celestial. 

Mine first created, I grant thou thy own realm.  Doeth as thou wish.  Mostly.  Yet know that the angels who followed thee shall remember mine grace and the remaining hosts of heaven, yet those still with me, shall not remember thee and thine.   Thus thou mayst but decree thy underlings to alter their names.  Or I shall be something cross.  Also, Jophiel shall arrive one day prior to the creation of the humans.  Doth greet him upon his arrival and grant him a beguiling chore-it shall serve thee well.

Aziraphale’s eyes widened as the puzzle pieces fell into place in his mind. Whenever he had mentioned Crowley as an angel, he hadn’t actually recalled who Crowley had been specifically, just a vague notion of what angels were like. He looked back at the photo of archangel Jophiel. He didn’t just look like Crowley, this was who Crowley had been before falling. Continue reading on AO3.

Thank you to dbacklot99, GaiasEyes , and Taraiha!

@goodomensafterdark

[hopefulgardenshark]

I only read AU. exclusively, almost. The longer ones. With plot. I figured that canon fanfic is great but there's the real stuff happening, so... I like fiction that goes into less fluff- more gritty territory. Feels safe to explore difficult themes in this context. I am thinking tismrot or gaiaseyes work.

Once upon a time, there was a Good Omens fanfiction reader, who swore they didn't like AUs.

They read all the discussions about the 'classics', the 'must reads' and shrugged.

"But it's not canon", they muttered to themself. "They're not human. How on Earth can anyone write these stories about them when they're not actually bloody human? It’s not right."

And then, dear reader, they were persuaded to read just one AU. They were still an angel and a demon, just in a slightly different universe. And then...then they tried a human AU. And then...then they were hooked. Obsessed, one might say.

That reader, dear reader, was me. Of course. Obviously. Well, duh. And I would like to share the obsession in the form of some recommendations.

I have the wonderful @shadesofecclescakes to thank for MANY of these absolute beauties, she is absolutely the QUEEN of recommendations (and medicinal gifs).

So, now, in no particular order, some Highly Recommended AUs:

Or Be Nice by charlottemadison Rated E - A is a bookseller, C is a drummer, they are BOTH petty bitches. They're newly neighbours. C has a CAT and I'm there for it, he also has migraines and I hard relate. It's bitchy and the pranks were DIVINE. It was also deliciously spicy. The loveliness is that the author really captured the flawed nature of humans but also how it can be overcome. Same author as What We Make of It (what was Shotgun Wedding - an absolute GO AU CLASSIC and one of the best things I've ever read)

Not a Mounted Dildo but a Fuck Machine by NaroMoreau & summerofspock Rated E - So very, very E. This one was just filthy. So wonderfully filthy. The authors would like to tell you there was no plot to their porn, but there really was. A meets a girl online, because A is straight. He really is. Honest. But then, oops, lockdown happens. But, it's a good thing, really. For his best homeboy C is there, to help this poor virgin 'learn the ropes' for when lockdown is over and he goes on his first date...with the girl he's so very much into...coz, no homo, yo...;)

The Whole Damned World Seemed Upside Down by WyvernQuill Rated M - An AU in the way that it's still angel/demon but after Crowley makes a wish for things to be 'different', the universe obliges...and he's dumped into a reality which is very, very different to what he knew. He learns some truths and there's a whole lot of drama. Beautifully written with a wonderful plot and great drama. Excellently described and would make for great TV. (Oh, and Death in the new reality is really squeamish - it's brilliant.)

Telling Tall Tales by Siobhans_World Rated E - A sweet pretend relationship fic, where A pretends to be Maggie's boyfriend to help her pass as straight for her family. But he then meets her cousin, C, who he then inevitably (ineffably?) falls for. Miscommunication, angst, fluff, gay panic, it's got everything.

Flawless by @mrghostrat & @chernozemm Rated E - I've decided only to include one fic by each author and boyyy was it hard for ghostrat! But Flawless was, well, flawless. For such a relatively short story, it kept us guessing until the end. The characters were all beautifully written - the flaws (ha.) were DEEP and CRACKED but so fucking perfectly sculpted and presented. It was incredibly real and believable. Extremely maturely written and satisfying. AND THE ART!!!

How To Pull An Angel: A Bunnings DIY Guide by NascentSurrender Rated M - When I first saw the title, I thought it was going to be a silly, irreverent, comedy romp. But it was actually a funny, well written story that will stick in my mind always. Firstly, C watches Bluey - which is now CANON for me. Secondly, having lived in Aus as a child, I've got a soft spot for the country anyway, and I've barely ever seen it come up, so this was lovely. There were some wonderfully humorous bits, but also tender and beautiful moments that I adored.

Montreal Confidential by Maggie_Honeybite Rated E - I learned about Montreal (and Canada & their baked goods), classical music and mafia stuff in this fic. A is a widower. C plays the cello. His cello's name is Bentley. This is one of the only age-gap, mild D/s fics I've actually gotten into. There's fluff AND drama. CW for non-con (not A/C)

Under the Summer Stars by @pannotbread Rated E - an amazing astrophysics/astroecology/astrobiology fic that has pining, slow burn and Only One Telescope (yes, really, and it's everything you'd imagine). It's got beautifully written (erotic) imagery and So Much Science that's been written accessibly but still with amazing detail. It's poetry. It's hot. It's gorgeous. CW for internalised homophobia and self hatred. *Not completed yet*

Oddity by @tsyvia48 Rated E - A museum fic! About David Bowie! A is in charge of collections, C is an actor hired by (highly incompetent) Gabriel to guest curate a new Bowie exhibit. Miscommunication ensues for delicious tension. There's bitchiness, there's a bit of light angst, there's a lotta love. *Not Completed Yet* Poetry Carved In Flesh by @fellandcrow Rated E - I'm obsessed by tattoos. Hence, I am obsessed by this story. I'm planning a(n enormous) GO tattoo once GO3 is out, and this fic has actually helped me with my ideas. London-based A stalks lovingly follows Edinburgh-based tattoo artist C online. They build up a rapport. Well, C likes A. A is SMITTEN with C. C encourages A to get tattoos. Which he does. C designs a tattoo especially for A, the fic has currently left off at the point where C is in London and going to tattoo A. *Not Completed Yet*

There Is A Light & It Never Goes Out by @phoen1xr0se Rated M - A escapes from a disappointing, chaotic life to a remote island for five months to do research on puffins. There he meets lighthouse keeper C. Who also ran away, 20 odd years ago. There is a chaotic, found family on the island, but it is small, and it is lovely. This fic is written with love and passion and the imagery is so beautiful. The author has actually gone to do Actual. Physical. Research. on puffins. So how is THAT for dedication? Cannot wait until it resumes. *Not Completed Yet*

Ok, because I am Bad At Tumblr, I've not tagged the majority of authors, if you are on here - please let me know if you're here and I'll edit!

I should probably add in the following, I suppose. I'm writing an AU.

Free by, well, me. Imposterssyndrome (yes I know it's Imposter Syndrome, but that one already existed) Rated E - A runs a bookshop, C has an unfortunate past as a runaway ex-addict. They meet in an acute mental health ward after both having had a mental health crisis. Eventually A invites C to move in, and they navigate sharing a space, and their lives together. The story starts heavy, and is an emotional roller coaster, but there are moments of fluff and smut mixed in. There is a happy ending, I promise. It's a passion project, heavily researched and has a LOT of lived experience in it. I've gotten to know some amazing people through it who have messaged me and shared their experiences and I'm so glad I wrote it. *Not Completed Yet*

Last thing to say - once I finish Free, I will be teaming up with @shadesofecclescakes to write another human AU which is VERY much in her wheelhouse and I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT. I just know you're all going to LOVE it. The only thing that will make it even better is ART, so we're still on the hunt for someone.

**Last-last thing to say. I’ve missed off a few Biggies. There are some super popular AUs, mostly written around 2019. Most people will have read them. I’ve tried to focus on the perhaps lesser-known & WIP ones. Although I know many people don’t read WIPs, hopefully you’ll (book)mark them for future!**

[doonarose]

GOAD Writer's Guild presents: Give Me Jizz or Give Me Death - A Choose Your Own Jizz (CYOJ) Adventure

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HARLOTOFUPDOG OMG!!!!!!!!

(yes, you should feel equal parts pleased and terrified, we wrote you choose your own jizz/graveyard/dark/ghost/crack/weird fic)

And yes, the rest of you can read it too!

Summary: It is a dark and porny night. Everything feels… spooky. And salty. Really, really salty. Tread lightly in this Choose Your Own Adventure fic, our Ineffables have the odds stacked against them as they step foot onto an island with danger around every corner. All they really want is to have a nice picnic… Well, maybe a bit more than that.

Enter if you dare.

TW: Although this is very much for fun (and yay happy birthday, we love you!), we have hit the big ones: major character deaths, graphic violence (and death), noncon. As well as disgusting jizz, ghosts and cameos by characters you perhaps would rather not see in ways you definitely don’t want to see them. Basically: dead dove, don’t eat. On steroids. But for fun.

A/N: Yes, so happy birthday u/harlotofupdog!!! And welcome to the second iteration of the @goodomensafterdark Choose Your Own Adventure style fic. This wasn’t meant to happen. We only had a week or so to whip up something quick and easy to celebrate our dear, dark, jizzy Harlot, and instead here we are with some of the most ghastly, gooey choices a reader will ever have to make.

The premise is simple, borrowing heavily from Harlot’s own very brilliant Good Omens fics, our story begins with Crowley and Aziraphale on a windswept island, out for an adventure and choosing to explore the lighthouse (of course), the graveyard (obviously), or a pub (the trifecta of Best Ever Fic Settings). Within each, our heroes could find their bliss or their very worst endings. How happily they end up depends entirely on your choices.

At the end of each chapter you will have to choose what happens next. Navigate by clicking the links, NOT by clicking ‘next chapter’.

Amazing thanks to u/wingsofopal and u/nosferatini for thinking this was at all a good idea to try to pull off in a week and for wrangling our exceptional writers, betas and cheerleaders!

Shout out to each and every author: u/adverbian, u/-cheeseplants-, u/blackjeans93, u/startledplatypus, u/FuzzyGoblinoid, u/depressedpenguin2, u/yes-its-unholy, u/Natyu0815, u/gaiaseyes, u/nosferatini, u/happynachohologram, u/wingsofopal, u/paperclip_ninja, u/badbitchbarenziah, u/blackjeans93, u/likeafuckingninja, u/sensiblesquirrels, u/she_makes_things, u/doonarose, u/dbacklot99, u/hakunahistata, u/zin_lynn and u/PurpleMoonPagan for the intro limerick.

I think we all found out some interesting things about ourselves and each other during this journey into the darkest, weirdest, jizziest corners of our brains! Many authors also helped beta each other’s work, as well as special shout-outs to u/pepper_bird, u/ghst_signal and u/tawnyowl95 for extra beta help!

Enormous shoutout to u/IneffableCrankShaft for that amazing cover art!!!! And also to u/likeafuckingninja for some extra special saucy art within the fic!

All of this spunky, gooey, frankly quite weird jizz is for u/harlotofupdog to celebrate their birthday!!! And as a little thank you for their lovely/soul-shattering fic!!

Excerpt:

“Well, this place feels…spooky.” Crowley’s words are whipped away in the wind as it lashes relentlessly through the grass. It howls past them, across the red sandstone cliffs and down to the docks they’ve left behind one trudging step at a time. There’s no turning back, not with rain threatening to pour forth from the evening skies at any moment. Not now that they’ve made it this far up the narrow path to the highest peak of the island, panting and heaving a picnic basket back and forth between them. How many books did the bastard pack, exactly? “WHAT?” Aziraphale calls out, and Crowley turns to face him, locks of his own hair flickering like flame across his vision. “I said, this whole place feels spooky .” “That’s why we’re here, my dear.” Aziraphale has properly caught up to him now, his cheeks pink and his pale curls hopelessly tousled. Crowley’s heart twists at the sight, beating faster. “WOT?” Crowley shouts back, attempting a grin. Aziraphale hands him back the picnic basket with a hearty shove and the makings of a smirk about his lips. “I thought you liked spooky! Big, spooky, um, fan, wasn’t it?”

Read the fic here! And don’t forget your amazing bingo card to play along as you go!

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Feature Fic Fursday - Bathing/Washing

FFF - Feature Fic Fursday!

This is a special day of the week: fic recs Thursday (pronounced à la Française)!

Each week, we will browse the Good Omens After Dark official AO3 collection, choose a tag and promote the fics that are featured in it!

Have a tag idea for the next week? Comment it!

Have other fic recs, or your own fic would qualify for the tag? Reblog and throw in the link!

Tag of the week: Bathing/Washing

Coming Home - A Choose Your Own Adventure Story brought to you by the GOAD Writers Guild!

We are not biased at all pushing it up first on this week’s FFF.

Writers are: Aerenii, AngelZash, anna_bird, Calico, cheeseplants, cordsycords, crowleyscardigan, domesticated_cryptid, DoonaRose, ElysiumLeo (The_Nerd_Alert), fishey_me, FuzzyGoblin, GaiasEyes, hakunahistata, harlotofgod, IneffablyRuined, kiripin, Kotias, LemonTart, Letha, Mrs_Cake_Is_Here, NooRose93, PaperclipNinja, polychrome, SecretlyWingedPhantom (NoraStVincent), sixbynine, startledplatypus, Transplantedmate, whatareyou42, Wingsofopal, y2bs, Zin_Lynn

Rating: Explicit

Genres: choose your own sexy times.

Word count: 117,216 words

Chapter count: 201 chapters (complete)

Summary: Having thwarted yet another attempt at ending the world, Aziraphale and Crowley are, in fact, ready to have sex now. Just how successful their sex shall be depends on the discerning decision-making of you, dear reader…

More than thirty authors combine to bring you over one hundred possible ways that the first night at the South Downs cottage might play out. Aziraphale and Crowley - and you - will embark on a thrilling voyage of self-discovery from which no one will emerge unchanged.

Someone is Calling Him Shoreward by harlotofgod

Comes with a podfic by Nosferatini!

Rating: Explicit

Genres: This is a ghost story.

Word count: 61,467 words

Chapter count: 13 chapters (complete)

Summary: “There’s a storm coming.” The stranger’s words are torn neatly away by the wind like India paper from a Bible, but Crowley reads them on his lips. No shit, he thinks. He nods and shoves his freezing hands deeper into his pockets as icy rain stings his cheeks. Silly idea, wandering up here as the black, roiling clouds coursed towards the shore. The waves are white-tipped and boiling, and any sounds not snatched up by the wind are swiftly claimed by the steady rumble of seawater crashing against indifferent cliffs below.

A Bathhouse Pretense by Doonarose

Rating: Explicit

Genres: smut

Word count: 17,837 words

Chapter count: 2 chapters (complete)

Summary: Aziraphale seeks Crowley out in 38 BC Rome, finding him in a bathhouse which just so happens to be hosting an orgy. Aziraphale is there to discuss upcoming celestial business, Crowley is there for a good time, but when a certain demon happens to drop by, it gives them an (admittedly flimsy) excuse to get close, and then closer still. First time sex in the back corner bath, canon compliant, much edging, feelings and filth.

The Queen’s Burden by OneDapperCat

Rating: Explicit

Genres: smut, angst

Word count: 34,101 words

Chapter count: 14 chapters (complete)

Summary: While Aziraphale is out of town, Crowley decides to exact some vigilante justice on a particularly detestable human. A curious Lucifer is drawn out from Hell, and decides it’s time Aziraphale and Crowley play a game with him; a game which threatens to separate the couple forever.  CW: dubious consent, non-con drug use, emotional abuse, physical assault, non-consensual touching, body dysmorphia, mentions of past non-con.

A Covenant of Temptation by Yes_its_unholy

Rating: Not Rated

Genres: priest AU

Word count: 13,408 words

Chapter count: 3 chapters (to be completed)

Summary: “I am no longer my own, but thine. Put me to what thou wilt, rank me with whom thou wilt. Put me to doing, put me to suffering. Let me be employed by thee or laid aside for thee, exalted for thee or brought low for thee. Let me be full, let me be empty. Let me have all things, let me have nothing. I freely and heartily yield all things to thy pleasure and disposal. And now, O glorious and blessed God, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, thou art mine, and I am thine. So be it. And the covenant which I have made on earth, let it be ratified in heaven. Amen.” 

In which a naive bookseller is seduced by a vicar who is used to getting what he wants.

The Pickled Angel by Depressedpenguin2

Rating: Explicit

Genres: Crack

Word count: 1,298 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: Crack- fic based on an inside joke in the after dark writers chat.

Alphabet by Depressedpenguin2

Rating: Explicit

Genres: smut

Word count: 30,000 words

Chapter count: 26 chapters (complete)

Summary: Smutty Alphabet for our ineffable husbands.

Steamy April Showers by mellow_cello_charm

Rating: Explicit

Genres: smut

Word count: 3,969 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: The South Downs, spring. ---------------- “Have a shower? Together?”

There were two wine glasses on the coffee table. Next to them, an empty bottle of Chateau Lafite 1875, and a plate with crumbs. The fire was still going strong, of course, and it was dark and rainy outside, of course.

Crowley stretched across the sofa like a cat with a plan. “You deserve it, angel. We deserve it. After such an arduous week. All those meetings with the Street Traders Association—”

Aziraphale groaned. “Yes, I suppose. But we don’t need baths. I can just miracle away all traces of the London smell.”

“ ‘Course you can, but that’s no fun. We don’t need any of this.” Crowley waved his hand at their cottagey surroundings. “Or food, or wine, or y’know, what we did earlier today.”

Aziraphale blushed and smiled.

“I beg to differ on your last point.” ---------------- It's an awfully rainy day, but that doesn't stop Crowley and Aziraphale from enjoying themselves around their new home.

You and I by ASouthernPansie (Dykotomy)

Rating: Explicit

Genres: smut

Word count: 4,654 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: Takes place just after the end of season 3. Another Apocalypse averted, Heaven and Hell have left the building and indeed the galaxy, and the ineffable duo finally got to have some Us Time. And then some more.

* * *

“You… we… your mouth… ngk…” Crowley materialises black silk pyjamas onto himself, with a charming crimson trim, feeling self-conscious beside the fully-dressed angel.“…You were in me.”

“Yes dear. A few times. And you in me. You seemed to like it.”

give ourselves one more chance by crowleyscardigan

Rating: Explicit

Genres: smut

Word count: 9,164 words

Chapter count: 2 chapters (complete)

Summary: Pressed against the wall by a very not-nice demon three days before the world is scheduled to end, Aziraphale makes a bold move. The result is rather… nice.

They were safe by Transplantedmate

Rating: Explicit

Genres: fluff and smut

Word count: 4,444 words

Chapter count: one-shot

Summary: Soft domestic fluff and smut, set after all is resolved in season 3. The ineffables deserve a break and so do we all. Set right after Christmas.

Featuring: mentions of ducks, hair grooming as a love language, bathtub fluff, bathtub spice, somewhat emotional sex.

The Stars Are Brightly Shining by milk_teeth421

Rating: Explicit

Genres: fluff, angst with a happy ending

Word count: 31,917 words

Chapter count: 11 chapters (complete)

Summary: Crowley thought about the night of the Christ child’s birth now as he stood on the sidewalk, anxiously playing with the ribbon on top of the small gift. It hadn't been December on that night thousands of years ago, and it certainly hadn't been snowing in that Satan forsaken desert. But the biggest difference between that night and now, for Crowley at least, was that he still had ages to go before he realised what Aziraphale meant to him. They still had centuries ahead of them to dance around each other - denying their association, denying The Arrangement, denying their feelings for one another. That night in Bethlehem, neither one of them could have imagined what their relationship was going to become, or how badly they would hurt one another some 2,000 years later.

A post season 2 fic with a Christmas twist

In Motion by sixbynine

Rating: Explicit

Genres: fluff and smut

Word count: 19,632 words

Chapter count: 8 chapters (complete)

Part 1 of the series In Motion

Summary: Crowley can't help himself from looking at things he shouldn't. Or putting his foot firmly in his mouth when apologising for it.

Or

Aziraphale tries his hand at poetry, Crowley was never meant to find it. Let alone respond!

That’s all, folks!!

*sweats in having to change the meme again very soon*

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This was exactly the sort of horror I actually enjoy (and that’s a VERY narrow field). Absolutely gripping story. Yes I get post-read crash. GaiasEyes AU murdered me. Weeks later and I’m still having it pop up in my thoughts randomly.

It is truly unfair that you can't read something for the first time again.

Does anyone else actually have like a post-read crash?

Let me put you on to a fic:

Lunacy by Snae_b (rated E)

(I'm sorry, @snae-b I've been binging your fics. I'm not ashamed!)

I have NEVER in my LIFE been unable to sleep after reading anything. I was up until 3 am last night reading this, unable to sleep and also unable to put it down. I've gasped, I've cried, I've had that second-hand pain thing when a character gets hurt where you feel like you have to hold your skin together. This is an absolute wild ride of emotions, and I WISH I could read it for the first time again.

If you've seen the movie 'Life' (2017) and liked it, you will LOVE this fic. Its A space-horror-but-also-a-gripping-romance that leaves you absolutely terrified, confused, worried, and gripping the edge of your seat just to find out what happens next. Even as the reader you don't know what you can trust.

To me, the stakes just feel higher when you aren't looking out for just yourself but the person you love. Who you'd do anything for. You know that if you were on your own, you might not care whether you made it through. But you can't imagine what you'd do in a world without them.

I could go on and on. Go read it!

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GOAD Writers Guild Presents: If I Loved You Less … We Could Have Coffee

Written by Spectral-1962 on our subreddit

Rating: M

CW/TW: heavy angst, hurt/no comfort, not a fix-it, alcohol, drunkenness

Summary: Getting over Aziraphale is the hardest thing Crowley has ever done. When he Fell, it was hard, but he knew in an instant what he had lost. With Aziraphale, he never saw it coming. Up until now, he had always had hope.

Excerpt: The angel got in the lift and Crowley heard nothing from him for six months. Then, out of the blue, Aziraphale was calling, asking for his help.

“Just one last time, Crowley,” Aziraphale pleaded. “I need you.”

He sounded anxious and sad and truly desperate. It was a big ask, but Aziraphale was probably right. While he wasn’t absolutely sure, Crowley thought it just might take an ethereal being and an occult being, working together, to foil an apocalypse. Last time it took Aziraphale, himself, the not-really-the-Antichrist, and a whole lot of luck to pull it off.

He had been saying yes to Aziraphale for six thousand years. It was a hard habit to break. Of course he said yes. He’d only said no once, and while he wasn’t sorry, he had been miserable ever since.

AO3

Thanks to my lovely betas: u/adverbian & u/GaiasEyes

Also, thanks to u/Nosferatini for answering endless questions with grace and kindness.

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Writers Guild Cock Fight - I Only Have Eyes For You

Contents: Explicit, Top Crowley, Bottom Aziraphale

Summary: Aziraphale is self conscious about his body and doesn't believe Crowley could be attracted to him. Crowley gets him in front of a mirror to show him just how much he appreciates every single part of his body. (2k words)

Written by ckocek. Find them on Reddit and AO3!

Excerpt:

"I see soft lips,” he whispered, skimming his thumb along Aziraphale’s lower lip. He leaned his head further over the angel’s shoulder and cupped the angel’s chin to tip his face closer toward his own. “So very kissable.” Their lips met in a chaste kiss. Even Aziraphale was smiling now, relaxing into this exercise. Crowley wrapped his long arms around Aziraphale from behind. “Another thing: I love how warm you are when I hold you like this.”

One of Crowley’s hands moved up to undo his angel’s bowtie. He undid the shirt’s top button, exposing more skin to kiss. He continued moving down the row of buttons, starting to undo a few more. But he felt Aziraphale’s posture stiffen again slightly as his shirt fell further open.

“No, angel, listen. I told you, I want to make you believe that you’re as gorgeous as I know you are.” He cautiously undid one more button, pausing to allow Aziraphale to say no if he really didn’t want to entertain this exercise. Seeing that the angel didn’t protest, albeit he still looked a bit uneasy, Crowley opened the last button. Crowley again ran his hands along the skin of his angel’s torso under the open shirt.

“You say you’re soft like it’s a bad thing,” Crowley purred, “but I love it. I love being able to grab at you, hold you. Mmmm. ” Crowley pushed Aziraphale’s open shirt off his shoulders to expose his arms. He stroked along his biceps. “But you’re strong too. We both know how you can pick me up, throw me around so easily.” Crowley’s hips twitched involuntarily at the thought. He noticed Aziraphale too was growing hard in his trousers. Crowley’s hands returned to the angel’s chest. His fingers lightly traced circles around his nipples.

“I love your pink, little nipples for the noises you make when I do this.” He pinched them gently. Aziraphale reacted with a breathy whine. “And I think it goes without saying how much I love this.” Crowley slid one hand down his front to palm at his crotch through the fabric. “Mmm, so thick, you fill me completely. Equally delicious to have you in my mouth,” Crowley groaned. He realised he might be getting just as much out of this mapping of Aziraphale’s body as the angel was, himself.

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Thank you u/GaiasEyes and u/pepper_bird for beta reading!