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[tweedfeather]

You, soft and only…

This sketch is for my lovely patron @ineffablefool! Thank you for the prompt. 💜

[witete-art]

My piece for @aceomenszine VOL. 2 🤍🖤💜

[larkbunny]

My artwork from Ace Omens Vol. 2!

[aceomenszine]

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[flameraven]

My piece for @aceomenszine Vol 2! This was initially a pitch for the cover design, so I patterned it off of @lonicera-caprifolium's lovely Vol 1 Cover, where the Ineffables aren't seen but represented by matching mugs. This didn't end up being the cover, but I still like the concept. :3

[rebeccahlamford]

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[nosferatini]

🕊️ The Season of Nightingales 🕊️

Chapter 31/36

Only 5 more chapters to go!

Summary

The Second Coming looms large. Supreme Archangel Aziraphale vows to fix Heaven without asking the impossible from Crowley. As their effort is complicated by unexpected friends, a guileful Metatron, and a Heavenly floor full of the Blessed Dead—Aziraphale and Crowley find navigating their relationship is not mutually exclusive from saving the world from Armageddon.

Chapter 31 - The Talk

Excerpt:

Crowley nestled himself into Aziraphale’s chair beside the desk. It might help, he thought, to put himself into the angel’s shoes, as this would be a bit more of a stretch than any feat he’d previously performed. But with Aziraphale having headed up without time to think or plan, it was Crowley’s best shot at protecting his angel’s mind. 

He closed his eyes, wrapped himself in the tartan throw blanket, and took a few deep breaths of the sandalwood fragrance that had saturated it. 

He blinked with more eyes than he’d used in six thousand years, allowing them to adjust to the celestial light as he peered through Aziraphale’s true form. There was a great deal of light at the moment, but all of a sudden, the view darkened significantly. 

Crowley blinked with Aziraphale’s eyes again, trying to absorb everything he saw. This deck was as vaguely familiar as deja vu.

As in, you don’t remember having been through it before, until you go through it again. 

*Ah,* Crowley thought , *it’s got a Confidentiality miracle on it. Of course it does.*

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Huge hugs and gratitude to my beloved betas, @dbacklot99 @demonsandpieohmy @addledmongoose and u/blackjeans93 from @goodomensafterdark for helping me scrub and polish my beloved fic!

@whickberstreetwriters

[geometricfractal]

Queerplatonic

For the Ace Omens aro week prompts (this is the Tuesday one, but I'm behind).

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“I found something,” Aziraphale said by way of greeting.

“Nice to see you too, angel,” Crowley said amusedly. “What did you find?”

“A word.” Aziraphale was flipping through a notebook now, filled with line after line of his neat, even handwriting. “It rang a bell for me.”

“Ah, dictionary angel strikes again.” Crowley slid his sunglasses off and perched on the arm of the sofa. “New book?”

“No, actually.” Aziraphale traced his finger down a page. “I have been finding there is rather a lot of interesting material on the Internet these days, and this one…ah! Here it is.” He held the book out to Crowley, finger pointing helpfully to a point about two thirds of the way down.

Crowley tipped the book so the light caught it better. “Queerplatonic, huh?”

“Yes, that one.”

Crowley read on, taking in the origin, definition, descriptions, all carefully compiled in one succinct paragraph. He looked up.

Aziraphale was watching him with a sort of guarded vulnerability that indicated this was very important indeed.

Crowley looked back down, found the section, and read it again. Slowly.

“I see what you mean,” he said when he finished.

“Do you?”

“Yeah.” Crowley closed the book carefully. “It’s us, isn’t it.”

“Well.” Aziraphale sounded a bit breathless. “I rather thought so. When I found it. It’s a very new word, there’s simply no record of it before a few months ago. But there’s a- a group of humans that seem to really like it.”

“Do you really like it, angel?”

Aziraphale glanced at the notebook, still held carefully in Crowley’s hand. “Yes.”

Crowley felt himself smile, something deep inside clicking into place as he thought back over those words on the page. 

“Me too,” he said.

[dining-and-pining]

I swear, asexual ineffable husbands is everything to me. Nothing better than them being super cutesy together but ace af

[bazzpop]

Paradise Found

Rated G, 1.5k words of picnic softness

Written for the Ace Omens 2 Zine

Summary:

With the apocalypse no longer threatening their peaceful existence on Earth, Crowley finally takes Aziraphale up on that offer of going on a picnic.

[prettybirdy979]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Original Characters Additional Tags: Crowley is a Little Shit (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale is So Done (Good Omens), Aziraphale is "just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing" (Good Omens), Snake Crowley (Good Omens), Fluff and Humor, Asexuality, Asexual Aziraphale (Good Omens), Asexual Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Ace Omens: A Good Omens Fanzine, Ace Omens 2 Summary:

Miss Maddie sniffs. ‘Your partner is a menace!’

‘He is indeed,’ Aziraphale agrees. ‘A delightful one, but a menace nonetheless. What has he done this time?’

(Or Aziraphale is settling into their new village home. Crowley...is not. Aziraphale might need to do something about that.)

My Ace Omens zine fic is now on AO3!

[edosianorchids901]

Glimpses of the Moon

Ace Omens Hugfest 2024 prompt - "wing hug"

Shivering, Crowley paced the ramparts. He took a few deep breaths and tilted his head back, hoping for stars. But clouds blotted out all but a glimpse of the moon, heavy grey stifling all else. Typical.

A biting wind sliced through his heavy clothes, and he gritted his teeth against the chill. Being out here was really not a good call right now. What was he thinking?

Well. He was thinking he really didn’t want to have a panic attack in the stone maze of the castle. Running around desperately, unable to find his way out…

“Crowley?”

Startled, Crowley turned around to look at the sliver of light emerging from the dark stairs. “Angel? What’re you doing here?”

“Being cold, for one thing.” Aziraphale hugged his arms around himself and shuffled towards Crowley. “It’s a ghastly night.”

“Well, at least it’s not raining.” Crowley glanced at the low, dark clouds. “Yet, anyway. Did you need some fresh air?”

“I did not,” Aziraphale said, coming closer. He paused beside Crowley, lips pressed thin. “But when I got back to our room, you weren’t in bed. I thought you said you were tired?”

Crowley shrugged. That was the downside to their little Arrangement sometimes. They traveled together, usually stayed together. It cut down on expenses and made life a lot less lonely. Unfortunately, it also made it harder to hide when he was struggling. “Nnnh. I did need some fresh air.”

“It’s awfully cold air. Not the sort of air you normally enjoy.” Aziraphale gazed up at the faint glow of the moon, now all masked by the clouds. “I don’t mean to pry, but… did something happen?”

“Not really.” This would make more sense if it had, if he had a real reason to be this agitated.

And if it was something he could explain. Oh, Satan, how could he explain to someone who had never been in Hell? Heaven wasn’t any more friendly, true, but the oppressiveness was more of the “no one notices you exist” variety rather than the crushing, writhing mass of bodies in the halls…

Crowley’s legs buckled, his breath catching, and he grabbed the wall for support. The cold stone numbed his hands instantly, which was the opposite of helpful for grounding himself. He struggled for air, but there wasn’t any, it was all closing in—

“Crowley?” Warm hands caught his arm, holding him up. He wheezed, throat closing. “Crowley, what’s wrong? Why are you breathing like that?”

“I… it’s…” Oh Somebody, he couldn’t breathe at all now. He struggled to focus on Aziraphale, on the warmth beside him, on the familiar smell. Everything about Aziraphale was so, so familiar. “I’m claustrophobic.”

“Um.” Aziraphale rubbed his arm, soothing, but glanced around with a skeptical look. “Crowley. We’re outside.”

“I know we’re bloody outside”, Crowley snarled. “That’s why I’m bloody outside. Those damn stone corridors, they’re so narrow, and I got lost…”

His breath caught again, pressure banding around his middle. It crushed down, pain throbbing through his chest and ribs. He grabbed at his heart, suddenly so dizzy that he might have toppled over if Aziraphale hadn’t been holding onto him.

Which would have been really, really bad considering he was leaning over the edge of the ramparts right now. This was his worst idea ever. Last thing he needed was another fall.

He stumbled away from the edge, hyperventilating, and Aziraphale moved with him. “Hush now, it’s all right. I’m right here, Crowley. You’ll be okay. You don’t have to talk about if it it’s too hard.”

“It’s not… it’s just hard to explain.” But if he was talking, maybe he wouldn’t be able to think about Falling. “Hell’s crowded. Corridors everywhere. Flickering light, like the torches. Lots of areas are stone. Easy to get turned around. Might never find your way out.”

His teeth chattered, and Aziraphale wrapped an arm around him. Then Aziraphale wrapped something else around him too.

Crowley looked at the bright white feathers in shock.

“I suppose getting lost in the castle was a bit too much like being in Hell?” Aziraphale asked gently, wrapping the other wing around him too. The feathers cut off the cold wind. “Does this happen often?”

Crowley growled vaguely, looking away. Yes, it happened often. More often than he liked. “Usually, being in cramped spaces just makes me uncomfortable. I mean, I know the castle isn’t cramped exactly. Bloody massive. But the corridors everywhere, not being able to find my way out. Sets me off.”

“You felt trapped.”

“Hn.” Being up here wasn’t helping much, not with the oppressive clouds, but it was still better than being stuck inside. “I just needed some space, s’ all. Too bad space is covered up, eh?”

He managed to make it sound like a joke, but Aziraphale gave him a knowing look nonetheless and mantled him closer. “This isn’t making you feel trapped, is it?”

Crowley glanced at the feathery wings hugging him, then shook his head. “Nuh, it’s like wearing a cloak. Warm.”

“Ah, yes.” Aziraphale studied him. “I suspect a proper hug would be different though, hmm? A bit too restrictive?”

“Probably, yeah. For now. But this is good.” And weirdly calming. Crowley leaned against Aziraphale, breathing a little more easily now. “Oop, look. Got the moon back, at least.”

He pointed to the break in the clouds, and Aziraphale followed his gaze. “Ah, yes. You see, Crowley? Space is still there.”

“Yeah.” Crowley smiled, gazing at the sliver of moon and a handful of distant stars. “It is.”

[coldbloodace]

Since the exclusivity period is over, I can share the fic I wrote for Ace Omens vol 2!

Summary: The first time Crowley and Aziraphale dined at the Ritz sometime in the 1980s, it wasn't exactly planned.

Words: 1,095

[kedreeva]

My admins tattling on each other as soon as they see I'm awake

[aceomenszine]

A sneak peek from @lonicera-caprifolium ‘s piece for Ace Omens 2!

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[flameraven]

I think I saw you note a tag #still furious that aces were called homophobic for being anxious about the kiss - but I did not pull up anything on a search for that interesting tag. I am not skilled at navigating Tumblr, so apologies if I am I missing something.

It's not really the kind of thing that would show up in a tag. It was in a lot of discussions on Twitter and Discord before S2 dropped, after the big Leak of the Kiss. Other people may have screenshots - I don't hang out in fandom Twitter, I only heard about it. A lot of folks in the ace omens community were anxious and upset, knowing that Aziraphale and Crowley were going to kiss. Kissing is seen as such a romantic gesture, many worried that it meant they'd be shown as an explicitly romantic/allo couple, and were pretty upset about it. Many had kind of hoped that we'd never see them kiss, because that would keep the relationship ambiguously romantic or platonic the way it was in S1, and that's been very meaningful to many aspec fans. For these concerns, ace fans were told they were homophobic for "not wanting to see two men kissing." There was also... I don't know, a general disdain for ace headcanons? I felt that people were not really listening to my concerns. So I left those conversations and kept most of my fandom discussions in Ace Omens.