#anthony “I like spooky” crowley

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has anyone here asked for halloween art? because that's what you're getting

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Tom Hiddleston trying to cosplay as Crowley

[thepunkmuppet]

costumes / looks I desperately need gerard way to wear on stage (add your own in reblogs!!)

greek statue, he’s fully painted white including his hair with a white toga with a golden wreath thing on his head. I just think that would look sick

police uniform covered in blood

straight up zombie with full on green decaying gory make up

one of the heathers from heathers

either the blue cheerleader outfit from the i’m not okay mv or the iconic red ones from teenagers. then we’d have a little trio!

ghostface. possibly cunty ghostface as a treat

vanya from umbrella academy - young version with the school girl fit and black mask OR the all white comic version of course

also number five from umbrella academy (classic school boy fit)

this sounds weird but I think this would be really cool and meta for wwwy - a stereotypical mcr fan / emo. as in with that one black parade t shirt, heavy eyeliner, black nails, side swept emo fringe, studded bracelets and belts, skinny black jeans, vans or converse. again a very meta concept, after their old person looks in 2022 I can really see them doing this as a whole band this year and I would loooove to finally see gerard in the fashion style that’s so associated with him and his music

howl from howl’s moving castle

possibly also sophie from howl’s moving castle

slenderman

literally just satan. like the most stereotypical devil, give them fully painted red skin, horns, fangs, yellow or black eyes, maybe even goat legs. probably with a majestic black suit or something, or for a succubus vibe a black flowy dress with a slit down the leg. now that I think about it, this would be a SICK wwwy look to shock us all, esp if ray mikey and frank all dressed as other demons or the souls of the damned or some shit.

peni parker - he made her!!

question mark jumper from doctor who

also missy from doctor who omg

jane doe from ride the cyclone, possibly with added marionette or cracked porcelain makeup like in some renditions

classic majestic white-robed angel, with enormous fake wings and maybe even sparkly gold makeup and a big gold halo. also would be cool in all black, or all white but covered in blood (red, gold, or black, all would look cool)

buffy summers in prophecy girl, except he also has blood all over his neck from where the master bit her. I hope he’s watched btvs I think he would very much enjoy it this look would fit with their vampire vibe sooooo well

classic frankenstein’s monster

mothman. not only is he a heartthrob but he’s also a hunched goblin cryptid to me. the duality of man (he/theys)

jane prentiss from the magnus archives. if you don’t know she is a living flesh hive of sentient worms, she’s decaying and full of holes. again with all the nasty decaying rotting prosthetic makeup plus THE RED DRESS!!!

mr darcy vibes, sopping wet regency man with a big puffy white t shirt

opposite side of that, fuck it give him a full on ballroom gown

henry creel from stranger things (pre-vecna, nurse outfit)

any disney princess

crowley from good omens. my man looks GOOD in those anthony janthony aah sunglasses he has

cute flowy summer dress with like a flowery pattern. either go cottagecore with it and have flowers in his hair, or go full white soccer mum and put him in huge cunty sunglasses a massive straw sun hat with a ribbon on it

all-black cowboy!!!! the fact I’ve never seen him in a cowboy hat is actual sacrilege. also would very much appreciate an all-pink sequin studded cowboy

any alice in wonderland character, especially alice herself, the classic disney movie look with the blue dress and the bow in the hair. he would also do a great chesire cat (spooky big grin makeup paired with his weird ass dramatic facial expressions?? inspired) or a super extravagant queen / king / knave of hearts. also 100000% the mad hatter omfg, he was BORN to do a jefferson from once upon a time look!!

[celestialcrowley]

Good morning! Good whatever-time-this-post-finds-you!

My phone updated. Thanks, I hate it. Anyway, I had a bio pinned, but I took it down because I wanted my 6,000 years meta to be pinned. I’m currently on the side of procrastination — I should be working on my GO fiction, someone shout at me to write — so here is a little bit more in depth bio about the ghost behind this tumblr.

🥂🪽🐝

Real Name: Sarah.

Nickname(s): There’s a list. Caps, Ghost, Khas, Khasper, Khasper the Spicy Ghost, Pippin, Haands, Crowley, Ginger and Tapeworm.

Nickname Origin(s): Buckle up. Caps is an age old nickname that was given to me because I wear hats all the time. Ghost began with a chat group I used to be in eons ago. The different variants of Khasper were given to me at my very first job, but we collectively agreed to change things up a bit, and Khasper the Spicy Ghost was born. Pippin was given to me when the Lord of the Rings trilogy was first released. Haands was given to me by former coworkers. Their reasoning behind that is I’ve got big hands. Crowley was given to me by my work bestie, and Ginger was given to me by the rest of my coworkers for my only slightly red hair. Or maybe it’s for my fiery personality. Tapeworm is something my uncle calls me presumably because I’m always hungry, but isn’t that the nature of an actual hobbit?

Preferred Name(s): Ghost, Khasper, Crowley, Ginger or Pippin.

Ao3: Beyond_Ineffable.

Social Media(s): I have Facebook and TikTok. My TikTok is actuallyahobbit89 if anyone is curious. I’m hardly on it though. I’ll pop in to post a video and then disappear like a ghost.

State: Born in raised in Floriduha. It’s a state of chaos.

Birthdate: July 25.

Pet(s): I’ve got two dogs. Mycroft is a probably Dutch shepherd Australian cattle dog mix. I’ve never had him DNA tested, but his mother is an Australian cattle dog. Patch is a portly pitbull mix.

Hobbies: Writing, reading, listening to music and true crime podcasts and stand up paddle boarding.

Personality: Here’s the best way I can describe this. I’m a permanently exhausted pigeon who functions on caffeine, anxiety and not enough sleep. I’m shy and socially awkward, but once I’m comfortable with someone and know that I can completely be myself around them, the anxiety disappears.

Favorite Holiday(s): Big spooky fan, me.

Favorite Drink(s): Coffee, Ice sparkling water + caffeine, London fog tea and cranberry juice.

Favorite Food(s): Sushi, tacos, salmon, crepes, lasagna, sweet potatoes and chicken teriyaki.

Favorite Dessert(s): Pumpkin pie.

Favorite Color(s): Turquoise, but any shade of blue, really. It’s pretty.

Favorite Quote(s): “She walks in starlight in another world.” “The world is not in your books and maps. It’s out there.” “Why do we fall, sir? So that we can learn to pick ourselves up.” “A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest because she should be sure that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.” “I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don’t have names.”

Favorite Book(s): The Inheritance Collection and Neverwhere, which I still need to finish reading.

Favorite TV Show(s): Good Omens, Sherlock, Lucifer, The Exorcist and Hannibal.

Favorite Movie(s): Bad Samaritan, The Hobbit trilogy, The Lord of the Rings trilogy and the Legend of Sleepy Hollow.

Favorite Character(s): Crowley, Aziraphale, Furfur, Hastur, Pippin, Bilbo Baggins, Sherlock, John Watson, Father Marcus and Will Graham.

Favorite Actor(s): David Tennant, Michael Sheen, Martin Freeman, Tom Hiddleston, Anthony Hopkins, Jason Statham, Keanu Reeves and Mads Mikkelsen. It’s an accent thing and a hair thing.

Favorite Song(s): There’s too many. I’ll just drop this here. Whiplash Radio.

Favorite Music Genre(s): Mostly everything under the sun.

Favorite Podcast(s): Small Town Murder.

Have You Ever Met A Celebrity: Yes. Jimmie Johnson, a NASCAR driver, visited the very first job I had. He brought his daughter. Story time! My former coworkers were being a bit too extra around him — personal space, what personal space? — and he didn’t like it. I had not yet had a chance to speak to him, and I was told not to because he’s rude. I didn’t believe that, so later, I saw Jimmie was standing at the fence with his daughter. I walked over, said hello and asked him if his daughter would like to pet the dog. He said yes, so I moved the dog closer so she could pet him through the fence. She did, he thanked me, and that was our interaction. He was very pleasant.

Have You Ever Been To A Concert: I have not, unfortunately.

Do You Collect Anything: Yes. Coffee cups, gnomes and pocket knives. That’s a weird combination.

Do You Have Any Idols: Yes! Neil Gaiman. He’s a legend and someone I admire, especially when the writer’s block is slaying me.

Is There A Real Life Friend You Can Completely Be Yourself With: Yes! I made a tumblr post about him! We’ve known each other a long time.

What Are Your Interests: All things spooky. Ghosts. Graveyards. Stars. Galaxies. Planets. Everything about the solar system. True crime. History. Metaphysical things.

Where Would You Love To Travel To: Ireland. New Zealand. Scotland.

Is There A Random Fact About Yourself That You’d Like To Share: I like flamingos.

No pressure tags: @phoen1xr0se @ineffabildaddy @peregrintook @sad-chaos-goblin @spot-o-bodysnatchin @apocalypticginger-blog @crowleyscleaninglady @missdeliadilisblog @ritz-writes @ineffablemoist @turquoisedata @azirapalalalala @peachworthy @pretendygood @belladonna413 @jackinistafflower @aziraphalalala @scarecrowcloud @tragic-cosmic-magic @musingsofmaisie

It’s open to everyone, but here is an apology dance in case I missed anyone! 💚

[justlettheraincome]

If you like AUs, I have something for you. These are fics that have both made me cry and healed my soul.

They are all rated explicit, so please proceed with care!

and now all of my garden is grown in lavender (72827 words) by ilikeblue Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Writer Aziraphale (Good Omens), Gardener Crowley (Good Omens), Fake Marriage, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Eden!Crowley Elements, Aziraphale is "just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing" (Good Omens), Soft Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Slow Burn, And I mean Really Slow Burn, Protective Aziraphale (Good Omens), Angst and Fluff and Smut, Chubby Aziraphale (Good Omens), Nice Crowley (Good Omens), Demisexual Crowley (Good Omens) Summary: Popular queer romance author, A.Z. Fell, has been lying about having a husband and a happy marriage for years. Longing to escape a string of failed relationships and looking for a fresh start, Aziraphale moves into the cottage left to him by his Great Aunt Agnes. When a TV adaptation of one of his books leads to sudden popularity and throws him into the limelight, his fans (and the press) are eager to catch a glimpse of Aziraphale's own mysterious leading man. Unfortunately, he still has to cast someone for that role. Enter the handsome gardener… Under Crowley's meticulous care the cottage's neglected garden slowly comes back to life, and Aziraphale finds himself writing the most important love story he'll ever write: his own

The False and the Fair (173064 words) by Princip1914 Chapters: 37/37 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Hastur/Ligur (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, Hastur, Ligur, Gabriel, Beelzebub (Good Omens), Anathema Device, Madame Tracy (Good Omens), Pepper (Good Omens), Pollution (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Slow Burn, Americana, Appalachian Omens, Coal Mining, farming, West Virginia, the Mid-Atlantic as a romantic destination, Magic Realism, Rekindled Romance, accidental bookshop ownership, gratuitious descriptions of nature, Agnes Nutter planned it all, Realistic AU, HIV Positive Character, unhealthy alcohol use, Genderqueer Crowley (Good Omens), Period-Typical Homophobia, October Sky but make it gay and sad, not as grim as it sounds, Appalachian Gothic, This is a story about healing, Mentions of Cancer, Internalized Homophobia, Flying, yes in a human AU, Melancholy, spooky mountains, this would be a tragedy were it not for the happy ending, Good Omens AU where Aziraphale was directly involved in Crowley's fall, Alternate Universe - High School, Slow burn in the first half, A lot of sex in the second half, Angst with a Happy Ending, Character deaths that occur in canon also occur here, country roads take me home, to face the consequences of my actions Summary: Growing up in the shadow of West Virginia’s Eden Mountain, Aziraphale Wright always expected to work for the family coal mining company. Anthony Crowley, the son of a down-and-out miner, was going to become a pilot and leave town forever. Now, thirty years later, neither of their lives have gone as planned, and an unexpected inheritance brings them back into one another’s orbit. Aziraphale hopes that they can move beyond their shared past, and a high school arrangement that ended in disaster, but he has secrets of his own that threaten their fragile reconnection… Finished, July 2021. This fic will occasionally be archive locked (I put all my E rated work behind a lock at various times due to personal reasons) but please don’t let that put you off reading it!

What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding) (213340 words) by charlottemadison Chapters: 37/37 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley & Adam Young (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Madame Tracy (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Adam Young (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Anathema Device, Newton Pulsifer, Beelzebub (Good Omens), Pepper (Good Omens), Wensleydale (Good Omens), Brian (Good Omens), Sergeant Shadwell (Good Omens), Madame Tracy (Good Omens), Warlock Dowling, The Eric/ks Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human, Secret Relationship, Slow Burn, Ineffable Idiots (Good Omens), Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Fake Marriage, Alcohol, Crowley is a cool uncle, Aziraphale is an excellent teacher, Motorcycles, some problems you solve by getting married, crowley is a disaster gay, Crowley is Good With Kids (Good Omens), Crowley says Ngk, Neurodiversity, Seizures, Narcolepsy, Cataplexy, standardized testing is awful, orphan / deceased OC parent, CW: the American Healthcare system, sad child custody situations, legal marriage can matter, there are no shotguns in this fic promise it's just a phrase, Big Emotions, Graphic descriptions of heartbreak, like physiological heartbreak, but it gets better, swoony love letters, Gay Sex, and typical content that that entails, Crowley is a Mess (Good Omens), Crowley Cannot Sit In Chairs Properly (Good Omens), Crepes, Anthony J. Acts of Service Crowley, How Aziraphale Got His Groove Back, The author has a communication kink, characters have experienced a realistic walk through gay life pre-marriage equality, with the period-typical homophobia that entails for the 80's and 90's in particular, They/Them Pronouns for Beelzebub (Good Omens), Nonbinary Beelzebub (Good Omens), Pablo Neruda's Poetry, Poetry, WH Auden should be read more widely, Recipes, but most of all, Found Family, Child estrangement, Offscreen Parental Child Abduction, If You Loved Me You Would Have Brought Me Cheese Summary: The important thing, Crowley tells himself -- the most important thing -- is Adam, his brilliant, creative, empathetic nephew. Being fourteen's hard enough; the kid didn't ask to deal with the weight of the world on top of it. And if taking care of Adam means Crowley has to tough it out at a job he can’t stand, so be it. And if Crowley's job means that Adam’s charming English teacher is NOT a romantic possibility, well, that's just how things go. But the occasional drink with Aziraphale proves hard to resist. They frequent the same pub, so who can object to them saying hello? Briefly sharing a table? Perhaps a little conversation? The painful knowledge that it can’t be anything more -- not without somebody getting fired or sued or both -- well, that can't be helped. Until Crowley stumbles onto a terribly reckless idea… (This story was formerly titled 'Shotgun Wedding: sometimes a first date requires paperwork.' Some edits and updates to the text have been made as of Dec. 2021.)

And I obviously have to recommend the trio by @klikandtuna:

Every Damn Day (37935 words) by klikandtuna Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Falling In Love, Angst, Coming Out Summary: AU fic in which our Ineffable Idiots are simply Anthony Crowley and Avery Fell — friends from infancy, parted by unfortunate circumstance, trying to find their way home. This was my first human AU, written before I’d joined AO3 or tumblr or had any interaction at all with the fandom. A friend — one of only three people who read my works at the time — simply said to me, “sometimes people write them as humans. Maybe give that a try?” EDD is what happened. I had no specific plan or goal in mind for this when I began it, aside from a vague idea of how it would begin. The story told itself, and I love Anthony and Avery more than life 💛

Find the Light (97092 words) by klikandtuna Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Michael (Good Omens), Muriel (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Metatron (Good Omens), Adam Young (Good Omens), Wensleydale (Good Omens), Pepper (Good Omens), Brian (Good Omens), Nina (Good Omens), Maggie (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Angst, Coming Out, True Love, Heartbreak, Gay, Gay Sex, Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human Summary: I saw a collection of gifs on tumblr combining David Tennant as a rock star and Michael Sheen as a school headmaster (see the notes of Chapter 1 for a link to the post!) and someone said that it ought to be a fic, sooooo I've made it a fic. Here's a heapin' helping of rock-star Crowley and headmaster Aziraphale! Now with shiny new cover art, also by me! ✨ COMPLETE! ✨

Sky Clear Blue (289146 words) by klikandtuna Chapters: 32/32 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Beelzebub/Gabriel (Good Omens), Anathema Device/Newton Pulsifer, Maggie/Nina (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Maggie (Good Omens), Nina (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Shax (Good Omens), Muriel (Good Omens), Newton Pulsifer, Metatron (Good Omens), Michael (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Historical, Regency Era, Modern Era, Time Travel, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, True Love, Slow Burn, Author REFUSES to Spoil the Ending in the Tags Summary: ✨COMPLETE✨ The collaborative brainchild of myself and @suzypfonne! This human AU features time travel/fuckery, neurodivergent Tenth-Doctor-coded Crowley, closeted Regency-era Aziraphale, lots of familiar faces, humor, angst, and FUN (both innocent and steamy). Join me on a new adventure! New chapters will be posted every Tuesday and Friday! (No, really. I promise.) EDIT: I kept my promise. Twice-a-week updates, without fail, from June 28 to October 8. Cover art by me 💛 (The Dream Team is back — myself writing, @suzypfonne beta-reading, and @sparkyshinymagpie coding the social-media conversations)

recommend me some good omens fics that will make me cry and also heal my soul

[tampire]

“I like spooky, big spooky fan, me.”

[crowleys-own-eden]

ashfjkhf kinda late but heres my dtiys for @gingerhaole !!!!! i kinda like how it came out?? a little bit but the shading is. yikes.

anyways i hope u like

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! Thank you for everything you do. This blog has been life line. I was looking for some creative human or fantasy aus? Something like outside the norm. Take your time and no rush! thank you so much for everything :)

Hi and you’ve welcome! Here are some fun and different human/fantasy AUs for you...

Among The Living by ineffablefool (T)

Crowley pulled the Bentley up to the corner and checked his watch. He was early, because speed limits were only that if you were willing to be limited, so the guy might not be ready yet. Crowley could wait. Not like he had anything else to do. The passenger door opened. “Oh, my,” said a gentle, precise voice. “Are you Crowley? Only, this is an awfully nice car for a rideshare.” (Crowley is a rideshare driver. Aziraphale is a passenger. Crowley is pretty sure his instant crush can't go anywhere because he also has a spooky secret, but fortunately for him, he's in the Soft Zone(TM).)

Ghost gardener by Joseph_Amadeus (T)

The Fell brothers buy a castle - and they get their fill of the castle experience when it turns out that the castle is - haunted. It's not a ghost, so maybe haunted is not the right word... Anyway, Gabriel doesn't have any time for this, so it's up to the butler and Aziraphale to sort things out and find a boyfriend for Aziraphale.

The Serpents Writer by Vincent_Van_Crow (T)

All Aziraphale wanted to do was enjoy his quiet life, writing his fanfiction and enjoying days spent with his friend Anathema. But life isn’t as quiet as he thinks, and wonders and fantasy begin to come alive around him. Will he continue to write after things begin to change? And what of his handsome prince? Where will this all lead Aziraphale?

The Fallen Prince by NightValeian (T)

Ezra Fell had read The Trials of the Serpent King numerous times throughout his lifetime. He could quote nearly every line by heart and owned multiple versions of the entire series, including a recently obtained first edition of The Fallen Prince.

Upon opening the cover, Ezra finds himself within the pages of the book and traveling alongside Anthony J. Crowley, the exiled king of Eden, while he marches the path towards the redemption of his throne.

Playing With Fire by JoyAndOtherStories (T)

Crowley was sure of exactly one thing: He and his new next-door neighbor were not going to get along.

He wasn’t sure of much else in his life, if he were honest with himself (something he generally tried to avoid, but he was having a moment).

Not that Crowley cared. He was here to make music, not friends. At the moment, Crowley was much more concerned with how he was going to get home, balancing the three plants he’d just bought from the local garden center, without getting soaked in the sudden summer downpour that had just let loose in Tadfield.

“Bloody, blinking lead balloons,” Crowley swore.

“I beg your pardon?” came a posh, fussy, old-fashioned voice to his right.

Crowley looked in that direction, straight into the posh, fussy, old-fashioned face of his next-door neighbor, holding a posh, fussy, old-fashioned umbrella over both of them.

Playing With Fire: An AU with art by smolalienbee and writing by JoyAndOtherStories that’s a little more than it seems! Featuring Ace Ineffable Partners, a bit of adventure, magical creatures, and a very happy ending. Created as part of the Good Omens Reverse Big Bang organized by Do It With Style Events!

Angel in Cinders by ShesAKillerQueen98 (M)

(Good Omens Cinderella AU) Ever since Aziraphale's mother remarried, his life has been nothing but misery. Before she died, she told him to have courage and greet the world with kindness, even if it doesn't give him the same kindness back. Lately, Aziraphale has been finding it harder to follow that advice. But when the royal family announces a masquerade ball to celebrate the birthday of the youngest prince, who bears a striking resemblance to a mysterious young man he met in town, things go from bad to worse. All he wants is to attend the festival. But perhaps with a little luck, and perhaps some magic, he can find happiness.

- Mod D

[babybatscreationsv2]

I thought I would share a list of my favorite Halloween fics that I've written in the past:

Gourd - It was an innocent trip to the pumpkin patch until Tony spotted a phallic sort of gourd.(Starker)

Cum and Chocolate - Tony has a sweet tooth. He just can't keep his hands out of the candy bowl. Peter has an idea of how to satisfy Tony's craving and get what he wants. (Starker)

Masquerade - King Anthony has a secret. One which he only satisfies on Halloween night. (Starker)

Ghost!Peter - Peter Parker, dead at the age of twenty-three, still existed in the space where he had died. He didn’t remember much about how it happened, but his romantic heart like to think that a scorned lover had stabbed him to death in the heat of passion. Either way, he’d been watching Tony Stark since he moved into that house and after years pining for the man, Halloween night grants him the chance to soothe both their loneliness. (Starker)

One Year Later - Sequel to Ghost!Peter

Tails Up - Tony picked out a costume for Peter to wear to a party. Only Tony’s not there and Peter is really distracted by the plug in his ass. (Starker)

Squishy Squashy - Sam Winchester fucks a pumpkin.

Costumed Kinks - There’s a case at your local kink club! Did I mention they’re having a Halloween costume party? (Wincest)

Spooky Me Daddy - Kevin has a fetish. He’s nervous about Crowley finding out about it, but with Halloween in the air, it’s inevitable. (Crevin)

[oneboxofmatches]

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Chidi Anagonye

Eleanor Shellstrop

Jason Mendoza

Michael*

Tahani Al-Jamil

Amenadiel

Det. Chloe Decker

Det. Daniel “Dan” Espinoza

Ella Lopez

Eve

Dr. Linda Martin*

Lucifer Morningstar

Mazikeen “Maze”

Cesar Diaz

Jamal Turner

Jasmine Flores

Monsé Finnie

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Ruben “Ruby” Martinez Jr.

Andrew “Andy” Dwyer

Ann Perkins

April Ludgate

Benjamin “Ben” Wyatt

Christopher “Chris” Traeger

Donna Meagle*

Gerald “Jerry” Gergich*

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein*

Leslie Knope

Ronald “Ron” Swanson*

Ainsley Whitly

Det. Dani Powell

Edrisa Tanaka

Lt. Gil Arroyo

Det. James “JT” Tarmel

Jessica Whitly

Malcolm Bright

DI Greg Lestrade

Mrs. Hudson*

James “Jim” Moriarty

Dr. John Watson

Mary Morstan*

Molly Hooper

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Dr. Adrian Mallory*

Capt. Angela Ali

Brig. Gen. Bradley Gregory*

Dr. Chan Kaifang

Duncan Tabner

Erin Naird

F. Tony Scarapiducci

Kelly King

Maggie Naird*

Gen. Mark Naird*

Abbie “Bela” Talbot*

Adam Milligan

Alex Jones

Balthazar

Benjamin “Benny” Lafitte

Castiel

Charlene “Charlie” Bradbury

Claire Novak

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Sheriff Donna Hanscum

Eileen Leahy

Ellen Harvelle*

Gabriel

Garth Fitzgerald IV

Jack Kline

Jessica “Jess” Moore*

Joanna “Jo” Harvelle

Sheriff Jody Mills*

John Winchester

Kaia Nieves

Kevin Tran

Lucifer

Meg Masters

Michael “Mick” Davies

Patience Turner

Robert “Bobby” Singer*

Rowena MacLeod

Rufus Turner*

Samuel “Sam” Winchester

Aaron

Abraham Ford

Andrea*

Beth Greene

Carl Grimes*

Carol Peletier*

Dale Horvath*

Daryl Dixon

Dwight

Enid*

Eugene Porter*

King Ezekiel*

Father Gabriel Stokes

Glenn Rhee

Hershel Greene*

Maggie Greene

Michonne

Morgan Jones*

Negan Smith

Paul “Jesus” Rovia

Rick Grimes

Rosita Espinosa

Sasha Williams

Tara Chambler

Tyreese Williams

MOVIES

Cher Horowitz

Dionne Davenport

Josh Lucas

Tai Frasier

Travis Birkenstock

Anne Wheeler

Charity Barnum

Jenny Lind

Lettie Lutz*

Phillip Carlyle

Phineas “P.T.” Barnum

W.D. Wheeler

Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody*

Albus Dumbledore*

Arthur Weasley*

Cedric Diggory

Cho Chang

Draco Malfoy

Fleur Delacour

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginevra “Ginny” Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

James Potter

Lily Evans

Luna Lovegood

Minerva McGonagall*

Molly Weasley*

Neville Longbottom

Nymphadora Tonks*

Oliver Wood

Remus Lupin

Ronald “Ron” Weasley

Rubeus Hagrid*

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Viktor Krum

Cinna

Effie Trinket*

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthorne

Haymitch Abernathy*

Johanna Mason

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

Anthony “Tony” Stark -- Iron Man

Dr. Bruce Banner -- Hulk

Carol Danvers -- Captain Marvel

Dr. Christine Palmer*

Clint Barton -- Hawkeye

Drax the Destroyer*

Edward “Ned” Leeds

Gamora

Groot*

Harold “Happy” Hogan*

Dr. Henry “Hank” Pym*\

Hope van Dyne -- Wasp

Sgt. James “Bucky” Barnes -- Winter Soldier

Col. James “Rhodey” Rhodes -- War Machine

Loki Laufeyson

Luis*

Mantis*

Dr. Margaret “Peggy” Carter*

Cdr. Maria Hill*

May Parker*

Lord M’Baku

Michelle “MJ” Jones

Nakia

Natasha Romanoff -- Black Widow

Nebula*

Col. Nicholas “Nick” Fury*

Okoye

Peter Parker -- Spider-Man

Peter Quill -- Star-Lord

Agt. Phillip “Phil” Coulson*

Pietro Maximoff -- Quicksilver

Rocket*

Samuel “Sam” Wilson -- Falcon

Scott Lang -- Ant-Man

Shuri

Dr. Stephen Strange

Steven “Steve” Rogers -- Captain America

King T’Challa -- Black Panther

Thor Odinson

Valkyrie

Virginia “Pepper” Potts

Vision

Wanda Maximoff -- Scarlet Witch

W’Kabi

Wong*

Yelena Belova

Yondu Udonta*

BROADWAY

Grand Duchess Anastasia Romanov

Dimitri Sudayev

Gleb Vaganov

Countess Lily Malevsky-Malevitch*

Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna*

Vladimir “Vlad” Popov*

Adam Maitland

Barbara Maitland

Beetlejuice*

Delia Schlimmer

Lydia Deetz*

Carrie White

Christine “Chris” Hargensen

Susan “Sue” Snell

Thomas “Tommy” Ross

Eurydice

Hades

Hermes*

Orpheus

Persephone

Aaron Burr

Alexander Hamilton

Angelica Schuyler

Elizabeth “Eliza” Schuyler

George Washington

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

John Laurens

Margarita “Peggy” Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Marquis de Lafayette

Philip Hamilton

Thomas Jefferson

Cosette

Enjolras

Éponine Thénardier

Fantine

Insp. Javert

Jean Valjean

Marius Pontmercy

Carlotta Giudicelli*

Christine Daaé

Erik “The Phantom”

Mme. Giry*

Meg Giry

Raoul de Chagny

Anna of Cleves

Anne Boleyn

Catherine of Aragon

Catherine Parr

Jane Seymour

Katherine Howard

VIDEO GAMES

Carl Manfred*

Chloe

Det. Chris Miller*

Connor

Elijah Kamski

Lt. Hank Anderson*

Capt. Jeffrey Fowler*

Josh

Kara

Leo Manfred

Lucy*

Luther

Markus

North

Rose Chapman*

Simon

Abigail Roberts

Arthur Morgan

Beau Gray*

Charles Smith

Daniël “Dutch” Van der Linde

Eagle Flies

Hosea Matthews*

Javier Escuella

Johnathan “John” Marston Sr.

Josiah Trelawny

Karen Jones

Kieran Duffy

Leonard “Lenny” Summers

Marion “Bill” Williamson

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Micah Bell

Molly O’Shea

Penelope Braithwaite*

Rev. Orville Swanson*

Sadie Adler

Sean MacGuire

Simon Pearson*

Tilly Jackson

[gemennair]

Managed to squeeze in a Halloween drawing today. Have some Aziraphale and Crowley giving the local kids some good ol’ scare this Halloween cause life’s no fun without a good scare. Also i imagine they went all out for the decorations cause Anthony “big spooky fan, me” Crowley likes it that way. Happy Halloween, y’all!  (There are a few horror easter eggs here so have fun finding em tho they’re kinda obvious ajscnv) I suppose I’ll tag all of you in here too: @aardvark-crowley | @murdered-by-fandoms | @gattonero17 | @softelesbian 

[lady-divine-writes]

Good Omens - “Tricked and Treated” (Rated G)

Summary: Aziraphale and Adam bump into an intriguing man and his son while out Trick or Treating. Of course, it is Halloween, and nothing is quite what it seems ... (3415 words)

Notes: This is one of two stories I wrote for A Big Spooky Fan Zine. Be sure to check the rest of the collection for some amazing spooky works from other wonderful fandom creators :)

Read on AO3.

Knock-knock-knock-knock!

“Trick or Treat! Smell my feet! Give me somethin’ good to eat! If you don’t, I don’t care. I’VE GOT PURPLE UNDERWEAR!!”

The chorus of tinny voices dissolves into giggles as a multitude of pint-sized monsters, ghouls, and superheroes wait for the door to open. If it doesn’t … they won’t do anything. Not a one of them is older than nine, and their parents are standing a few feet behind them. But the song is tradition, even if they do tweak the lyrics a bit every year.

Last year, the preferred modifier for underwear had been ‘dirty’, and even though that isn’t age-inappropriate, per se, the parents are thrilled the quorum decided upon a color this year instead.

The group falls silent when they hear heavy footsteps approach from the opposite side. The brass knob turns, and the door pulls in. The children know what to expect, but still, they take a tentative step backward. It’s an old house, but a familiar one; that always has carved pumpkins on the patio at Halloween and handmade wreaths on the door at Christmas. A house that generations of children have run up to on October 31sts past and knocked on its door. Those children grew up and bring their children here to visit the same bubbly lady who never seems to age, always has a smile on her face, and a tray of homemade caramel apples wrapped in wax paper at the ready.

The door creaks open.

The children gasp in anticipation.

Then, she is revealed: a red-haired woman in a flowing, floral kaftan beneath a cozy pink peacoat steps out with her gentleman behind her, dressed in olive drab and menacingly pointing, of all things, his right index finger, as if he thinks it will protect him from the beasties gracing their porch. The woman looks at the crowd of masks and made-up faces surrounding her and gasps in mock fear.

“My goodness!” she says, putting a hand to her mouth. “Look at all these frightful goblins and ghouls at my door tonight! I don’t suppose any of you like caramel apples, hmm?”

“I do! I do!” Hands shoot up, eager to be seen. The woman smiles.

“Mr. Shadwell! Put your finger away and bring me that tray!” she scolds, grabbing up apples on their sturdy wooden sticks when they come her way and handing them out one at a time, receiving a grateful and excited, “Thank you!” with each one.

“I do believe everyone’s parent is present,” she says with a glance towards the ring of adults manning her garden gate, “but if they’re not, you let them know that these apples came from Tracy Shadwell’s own kitchen, so they’re safe to eat.”

“Yes, ma’am!” the kids answer obediently. Most everyone in the neighborhood knows Mrs. Shadwell and her famous caramel apples. For those who don’t, she ties a pink tag at the base of each stick with her name and telephone number embossed on it in gold, should anyone want to verify.

And while she hands out her wares, she looks over each child and comments on their costume – the hand-crafted along with the store-bought – with nothing but the highest praise. As the crowd thins, two boys approach, patiently awaiting their turns. Mrs. Shadwell spots the first of the boys and hands him two caramel apples. She knows him - and his chaperone - very well.

“Why, Adam Young!” she coos at the boy dressed in white satin brocade. “What a stunning costume! Another one from your grandfather’s collection?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the boy replies proudly. “French Revolution era. I’m a political prisoner, about to get my head chopped off!” He drags a finger across his throat in a slicing motion, tilting his head to one side and sticking out his tongue for greater emphasis. His eyes pop as he remembers the best part. “Look! Here’s my head!” He fishes around in his candy bag and pulls out a childishly executed but morbid prop - a bleeding papier-mache head on a stick. It vaguely resembles Adam, having the same hair color and skin tone, but drenched in fake blood and with X’s over the eyes. “I wanted to slather blood all over my neck, but my grandfather said no.”

“I can understand why!” Tracy chuckles. “That costume must be expensive! It looks quite handsome on you.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Shadwell,” Adam says with a dignified bow.

“You’re very welcome.” Her gaze lands on the boy standing beside him. “And you! Another scary vampire!” The corners of her mouth tug down as she struggles for a name. “I can’t seem to recall your name, dear. Would you be so kind as to help an old lady out?”

“I’m Warlock,” the boy says, speaking with a pronounced lisp and spitting his consonants, courtesy of the plastic fangs crowding his mouth.

“Here you go, Warlock.” Mrs. Shadwell hands him two apples as well. It wouldn’t be right to give him only one since he’s seen Adam get two. Besides, thanks to her husband’s help, she has a whole army of apples sitting in her kitchen, waiting to be doled out. “Thank you for stopping by so I could see your costume. Give your parents my fondest regards.”

“Yesh, ma’am,” the boy slurs, trying his best not to spit again. “Thank you, ma’am.”

The boys wave politely as Mrs. Shadwell closes her door. They turn together, stepping down from the porch, eyeing one another’s costume as if the two of them are catwalk rivals.

“That belongsth to your grandpa?” Warlock asks, looking Adam’s shimmery outfit up and down.

“Yup.” Adam holds his head high and gives the boy a spin so he can view it from all sides. “Your costume is cool, too. Did your parents buy it? Or did someone make it for you?”

“It’sth vintage,” Warlock explains, tongue tripping over his teeth. “It wasth my father’s when he wasth a boy.” He holds the ends of his cape out wide, flapping the wings it creates.

“Awesome!”

“That’s right, Warlock,” a tall man says, receiving both children when they reach the wooden gate. “It belonged to your ancient, elderly father.”

The man standing beside him chuckles, reaching a hand out to Adam as the boy walks through.

“Well, despite its interminable old age, it really is a smashing costume, Mr….”

“Crowley,” Warlock’s father supplies, extending a hand in greeting. “Anthony J. Crowley.”

“Aziraphale,” Adam’s grandfather answers, taking Crowley’s hand and shaking it. “Aziraphale Fell. This is my grandson, Adam.”

Crowley nods at the boy who is less concerned with the subject of adults’ names as he is with comparing his haul with that of the boy beside him.

“I believe we’ve lost them!” Aziraphale laughs as Adam and Warlock dive into their sacks.

“Bound to happen,” Crowley concurs. “We’re nowhere near as entertaining as chocolate. At least, I’m not. Not to be rude or anything but aren’t you a little young to be a grandfather?”

Aziraphale grins hard enough to make his cheeks ache. “That’s very kind of you to say, but I am much older than you might think.” He narrows his eyes at the man tousling his son’s black hair - suspicious considering his own hair is red. Flame red. Of course, that could come from a bottle. Not that Aziraphale is judging. It looks rather fetching on him. “Forgive my saying so, but I don’t think I’ve seen you or your son around here before.”

“Is that so strange?” Crowley asks, his grin growing tight, but not terribly.

It seems Aziraphale may not be the first person of the evening to mention it.

“No, not really. But we’re a tiny hamlet. Everyone here knows everyone else.” Aziraphale leans in a companionable inch. “All their secrets, too.”

“Ah, well, we’re not from around here,” Crowley admits with a sheepish grin.

“Gotcha.” Aziraphale winks. “It’s no secret that we’re one of the few neighborhoods around that gives out full-sized candy bars by the handful and real popcorn balls – not that stale, store-bought crud.” Crowley’s lips quirk, in shame it seems, and Aziraphale rushes to elaborate. “Not that we mind visitors!” he says, waving his hands as if to wipe away any doubt. “As long as the children have a pleasant time, that’s all we care about. It’s nice to see some new blood around here.”

Crowley stares at Aziraphale, his face blank for a second. His lower lip quivers. He sputters, then he laughs out loud (harder than necessary, Aziraphale feels).

“What?” Aziraphale asks self-consciously.

“Nothing,” Crowley says, reining in his laughter with a snort that Aziraphale can’t help but find adorable. “It’s just been a while since I’ve heard that term. But to be honest, we’re here strictly to socialize. We don’t eat candy.”

Adam, totally engrossed in his conversation with Warlock, catches that last part. His head snaps up, jaw dropping to the ground, utter disbelief written on his face.

“Don’t eat it?” he moans with regret on his new friend’s behalf. “Why not?”

“I’m on a special diet,” Warlock says, looking down at his pregnant bag of sweets.

“A special diet?” Aziraphale looks from Warlock to his father.

“I adopted Warlock from a hospital overseas,” Crowley explains, distracted momentarily by a new wave of Trick-or-Treaters headed their way. “He has a rare blood-borne illness that they were ill-equipped to handle.”

“But … is he okay now?” Aziraphale gazes at the boy’s face, particularly his large, sleepy eyes, dark circles underneath made all the more prominent by his pale skin. Crowley watches the way Aziraphale looks at his son, examining him with an expression of genuine concern, and smiles.

“There is no cure, but we’re managing it the best we can.” Crowley puts a hand on Warlock’s shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “It helps when you don’t have to worry about trivial things like money. Heartbreaking for those parents in dire straits who don’t have an excess of disposable income. A lot of tough choices to be made when you find yourself in that position.”

“Aren’t you the lucky one?” Aziraphale teases, knocking Crowley playfully on the shoulder.

“It’s old money,” Crowley replies, that sheepish smile from before making a comeback. “I like putting it to good use.”

Aziraphale looks up when Crowley does and meets his eyes – boundless amber eyes that catch the surrounding street lights and flickering Jack-O-Lantern candles in a mesmerizing way, as if with a single blink he could read Aziraphale’s mind.

Or hypnotize him into doing his bidding.

They don’t look human. Snake-ish, more like - slit pupils and all. They can’t be real. They have to be contact lenses. Fake or not, there’s something about them that makes Aziraphale shiver. Crowley notices, grinning devilishly. Aziraphale laughs.

He’s letting the magic of the evening get to him.

Or the magic of this charming man.

From the corner of his eye, Aziraphale catches Adam yawn. He fishes his watch out of his pocket and checks the time.

“Oh my goodness!” he exclaims. “Look at that! When did it get so late?”

“We’re not going home now, are we?” Adam asks, whining the way tired children do while fighting back a yawn.

“I’m afraid so, my dear,” Aziraphale says. “You’re just about dead on your feet, and I can’t carry you all the way back to the house. Besides, I promised your mother and father I’d have you tucked in before they got home.

“We’d better be heading out as well,” Crowley says, wrapping an arm around his son’s thin shoulders and holding him close.

“Do we have to?” Warlock asks, sulking into his father’s embrace.

“I’m afraid so.”

“All right.” Warlock turns to Adam, who yawns again, shaking his head to dislodge the exhaustion from his brain. “It was nice meeting you, Adam.”

“It was nice meeting you, too,” Adam says.

“Do you guys …?” Aziraphale starts, not eager to see this captivating man disappear so quickly. “I know you said you aren’t from around here, but …”

“We’re in Mayfair,” Crowley says, anticipating Aziraphale’s question. “About two hours give or take, as the bat flies.”

“Ah.” Aziraphale casts his eyes down dejectedly. “That’s quite a distance to travel for conversation and candy you can’t eat.”

“We’re also visiting family. Family that we’ve been looking into visiting more often, maybe even moving closer to, so who knows? You could be seeing us around?”

Aziraphale nods because if that question implies what Aziraphale hopes it does, the answer is definitely yes.

“Who knows?” he echoes, hoping Crowley catches on to the fact that he’s flirting. It’s been a while, and he was never very good at it to begin with. “We might end up neighbors.”

“Maybe,” Crowley says, the word a vague promise but a promise nonetheless. It leaves Aziraphale with the feeling that if those plans to move fall through, he may still see Crowley again. “I could take you out for a bite?”

Aziraphale smiles, cheeks flushing red and not from the chill in the autumn air.

“I’ll take you up on that.” Aziraphale reaches into his pocket and pulls out his business card. “You can reach me at this number. I have a bookshop in Soho. I’m there most of the time … even if the sign on the door says closed.”

Crowley takes it, slipping it from between Aziraphale’s fingers and sliding it into his inside breast pocket. “Clever of you, really. Who wants to be bothered by a bunch of busybody customers anyhow?” He smooths down the front of his jacket, patting the pocket keeping Aziraphale’s business card safe.

That subtle touch of his palm to the spot makes Aziraphale tingly inside.

“Here …” Warlock, watching the exchange between the two men, holds out his bag of candy to Adam “… I want you to have this.”

Adam’s eyes grow big as saucers, his face lighting up at the offer of a sack of sweets as big as his own. “No way! Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Warlock says with a sad, one-shoulder shrug. “I wasth gonna hafta throw it out anyway.”

Adam looks up at Aziraphale, eyes pleading. “Can I?”

“I don’t see why not. It would be rude to turn down such a generous gift.”

“Yes, it would,” Adam agrees, reaching for the bag and taking it reverently. “Thank you, Warlock.”

“Don’t make yourself sick eating all that candy in one night,” Crowley says.

“Oh, I won’t!” Adam assures him. “I’m going to share it with my three best friends! Hey! If you come back, I can introduce you!”

“You would do that?” Warlock asks.

“Of course! There’s always room for one more in our group.”

“Now, you see, you must come back,” Aziraphale says when he’d meant to say ‘We’ll see, boys. We’ll see.’ He doesn’t want to appear pushy. He doesn’t regret it an inch, though, when he notices the new look in Crowley’s eyes - the one that says he’s prepared to move heaven and earth to make that happen.

If it’s because of the promise of new friends for Warlock or to see him again, however, remains to be seen.

“I guess we will,” Crowley responds.

“Have a safe evening, Mr. Crowley. Warlock.” Aziraphale raises a hand and waves good-bye, backing away, pulling Adam along with him.

“And you as well, Mr. Fell. Adam.” Crowley waves back, turning down the street with Warlock in tow.

Crowley and Warlock weave through several pods of children racing up to houses and knocking noisily on doors. They walk against the flow of revelers, ending in a dark street with no lamps lit, no decorations on the porches, no Trick-or-Treaters anywhere to be seen.

“Did you have a good time?” Crowley asks.

“Yesh.” Warlock reaches up and spits out the false teeth that had been covering his fangs, glad to be rid of them at long last. “That was a blast! Adam and his granddad are really nice. Don’t you think they’re really nice?” Warlock asks, vibrating with the enthusiasm of … well, an eight-year-old on Halloween.

“Yes,” Crowley agrees, turning one last time, using his supernatural vision to find the man and his grandson walking down the street. Crowley doesn’t believe for a minute that Aziraphale is that boy’s grandfather, but he couldn’t get a read on him … as in he couldn’t read Aziraphale’s mind like he can with other humans. Adam’s neither, which makes the two of them that much more enticing.

Aziraphale looks over his shoulder and bites his lip as if he knows he’s being watched. Crowley eyes the dent his teeth make in his skin, lingering on it and licking his lips. If his heart were still beating in his chest, it would be racing out of control by now. “They were great. With any luck, we’ll be seeing them again.” Crowley puts a hand over the pocket with the business card hidden inside and smiles. “So,” he says, clapping his hands in front of him, “are you ready to give it another try?”

“Yes.” Warlock sounds confident, but he looks ready to puke. “It’s just … I’m not as good at it as you are.”

“It takes practice,” Crowley says, and with a snap of his fingers (which is entirely unnecessary - he does it solely for dramatic effect), he changes - shrinks down, sprouts wings, keeping only his serpentine eyes and a tuft of his red hair.

Crowley transforms effortlessly.

Warlock manages the feat with a little less finesse and a frantic snapping of fingers, but even though he’s only done it about a dozen times, he makes a handsome young bat. Father and son circle the neighborhood once to stretch their leathery wings and then rise high into the air. From this height, they can see everything, the whole of London stretched out beneath them. Crowley manages to spot Aziraphale and Adam one last time, then heads towards the ocean, disappearing into the night.

***

“Here we are, Adam,” Aziraphale says, opening the door to the Young house and ushering his charge inside. “If you hurry, get yourself washed up and into your nighttime clothes, you can sort your candy until your parents get home.”

“Can I have a piece or two?” Adam asks, gripping hard to the handles of his bags. “Or seven?”

“Three,” Aziraphale counters.

“Five?” Adam negotiates hopefully.

Aziraphale bobs his head back and forth, taking his time on purpose.

“Four,” he decides. “Final offer.”

“Deal!” Adam takes it. No need to tempt fate any further. He races off towards the staircase, burdened by roughly sixteen pounds of sugar weighing down his arms, but stops at the bottom step. He looks at Aziraphale thoughtfully for a moment before he speaks.

“Aziraphale?”

“Yes, Adam?”

“Warlock and his dad … they’re vampires, aren’t they?”

Aziraphale smiles to himself and nods. Crowley and Warlock are as much humans as he and Adam. Aziraphale is an angel, tasked by the Almighty Herself to care for the Antichrist, ensure he never comes into his power and brings about the end of the world. He’s been on the lookout for demons since Adam was born.

Which should make striking up a conversation with a vampire inadvisable.

But Aziraphale doesn’t believe Crowley meant to do them any harm. He didn’t come across as the dangerous sort of evil. For one thing, he didn’t seem to recognize Aziraphale and Adam for what they are at all. And a vampire adopting a son? Aziraphale has never heard of such a thing. Vampires tend to be opportunists. What could Crowley possibly have to gain by doing that? Still, Aziraphale can’t let his guard down, not for a minute. He isn’t sure what Crowley was trying to pull, but he hopes he gets the chance to find out. “Yes, I believe they are.”

“Cool,” Adam says with an awe-consumed grin. “I hope we see them again.”

Aziraphale pictures Crowley in his mind: his fair skin, his steep nose, his red hair, and his snake-ish eyes. Aziraphale has seen his share of demons, but they’ve all been wretched. Not Crowley. Crowley takes pride in his appearance, that’s for sure. It reminds Aziraphale of the sad state of his wings. He must groom them as soon as time permits.

“So do I, Adam,” he says, planning for later tonight when young Adam is asleep. Wing grooming is a messy business, one he’d prefer to do in private. “So do I.”

[ivory-line]

First Line Tag Game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories(if you have less than 20, just list them all). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line, then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

i was tagged by @theladydrgn and i’m just now getting around to it! thank you for the tag!! i only have 17 published fics i wanna share so i’ll throw in 3 wips to round it out to 20 (:

1. Aziraphale Fell had owned a bookshop. (The Thief, The Lover)

2. Aziraphale met Crowley on the balcony at the Globe. (Versatility of a Grape)

3. Anthony J. Crowley is running from himself. (There’s a Joke Here Somewhere (and it’s on me) )

4. Crawley is lurking in the garden and he hates it. (Fine Line) 

5. Hastur and Ligur were lurking outside a cottage in the South Downs. (Lurking) 

6. The thing is Aziraphale isn’t sure how much he really cares about glitter. (Glitter)

7. Crowley stands in front of a cottage that has clearly seen better days and surveys the overgrown yard. (Yellow Grass, High Tide)

8.  Crowley had finally talked Aziraphale into giving sleep a go. (Lavender and Honey)

9. Aziraphale was enjoying an exceptionally relaxing evening in. (A Soft Yellow Light)

10. Aziraphale wasn’t quite sure what he was looking at. (A Little Spilled Sauce Never Hurt Anyone)

11. Crowley had been having a nice day and made the foolish assumption that it was going to continue to be nice. (House Calls)

12. Aziraphale wrung his hands and then wrung them some more for good measure. (When is a Snake not a Snake)

13. Crowley wasn't sure if Aziraphale would follow him or not. (Matching Pieces)

14. Aziraphale sat alone. (Little Secrets)

15. Aziraphale felt the first few drops hit his face and peered up at the sky. (5 Times Aziraphale Discorporated Crowley (Plus One Time He Didn’t) )

16. The bus ride to Crowley's flat passed in silence. (Living in Lightning) 

17.  "The thing is, the thing is," Crowley hiccuped, "the thing is that tomatoes are definitely not a fruit." (Don’t Shoot Me Santa)

18.  Newt waited nervously in the back room of the bookshop. (Sunshine, zine piece that can be found in Our Side: TDoV Edition)

19. It happened on a Tuesday, because of course it did. (wip sitting in my drafts titled: Spooky Fic. post apocalypse discorporation haunting fic that i’ll post someday)

20. “What the Heaven are these supposed to be?” (a pwp titled: Rome Oneshot that i open occasionally to stare angrily at and then close)

patterns: oof. well, recently it seems like i’ve been setting the whole scene and pov with my opening sentence. it’s funny, actually, to see it all laid out like this. it’s more varied than i thought it would be. in my head i feel like i write more from crowley’s pov but this is roughly split 50/50

fave opening line: this is so hard! i think maybe number 6 just because that’s a funny way to start a story

idk who to tag! i’m so late to the party so i’m sorry if any of y’all have already been tagged: @elizabethelizabethh @waterofthemoon @freyjawriter24 @doomed-spectacles @apocalypsenah

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-- about my writing --

I’m currently taking requests / asks for headcanons [ can be either NSFW or just in general or a specific idea ] or fluff/filth Alphabet letters. These are the only requests I plan on taking. If you send me prompts / one shot ideas.. I won’t do them, sorry.

To see what the questions are for the fluff / filth alphabet, see [this post]

[ To my thots anon whomst I love with every cell in my body... Your thots are all going to fall under NSFW headcanons so please.. By all means.. Feel free to send me all the thots you want because I really really really really really enjoy writing them!!! Also, you can find the thots you’ve sent me on my nsfw masterlist, they’re not going anywhere. They were so good I had to add them to a masterlist somehow, I couldn’t resist. At everyone else out there, the same applies to you guys.]

So.. Here’s the thing.. I’ve decided that I’m going to be taking 3 kinds of requests. Those are as follows: Headcanons { filthy, fluffy or themed specifically at your choosing }, fluffy alphabet and filthy alphabet letters. These are the only kinds of request I answer so don’t send me prompts / one shot requests or ideas unless I specifically say otherwise.

Bearing the above in mind, I have some guidelines.

I’m only accepting headcanons (nsfw / fluff / specific theme &/or reader), fluffy or filthy alphabet letters. If you send me one shot ideas or prompts, I’m going to delete them because I don’t do one-shots.

One character per ask. I don’t care how many asks you send. But I ask that you only send one character per ask because that makes things a lot more simple for me.

You can send up to 4 letters in each ask if you’re asking for either version of the alphabet. Be sure to let me know whether you want filth or fluff or a mix of both. IE, you could send me something like this; character name - a, b {filth} & j v {fluff}. I’m not saying your ask has to look exactly like this but it does need to clearly state which version you’re asking for. The format I just did above was just the easiest way that came to mind for me.

The more precise you are with the headcanon requests you send, the better I can tailor them to you. If you just want an overall NSFW headcanon or overall fluff, that’s totally fine. But if you want a specific scenario ( friends to lovers, date night, weddings, the sky is the limit here) you need to tell me that. The same goes for if you want a specific reader (POC, plus size, sick, shy, virgin, imprint, etc) then I need to know that. It’s like I said.. The more specifics you give me, that’s more I have to work from.

As far as headcanons go, the things I won’t write are rape, incest / huge age gaps between reader / character. I’ll only write abuse if someone is getting their just desserts at the hands of character on readers behalf. Any asks containing rape / incest / huge age gaps are going to be deleted.

All asks must come to my inbox. I don’t take requests through DM or in comments on a post. If it helps, my anon is on, so you can request to your hearts content.

If the ask box is closed, this means I’m currently not taking headcanon or fluff/filth alphabet requests. This will also be noted on my blog bio and possibly a post stating why/for how long. Anything sent in after the ask box is closed will either be gotten to the next go around or it’ll be deleted, depending on the situation.

First of all... My content is meant strictly for adults. I do write some things that people underage can safely  read, but that is not always the case. I realize that I can’t stop minors from reading my work, but I can tell you outright that I’d rather you skip over it if you’re underage and it clearly states that it’s not written for anyone underage. Again.. I can’t do anything to stop minors from reading my NSFW content beyond just choosing never to post writing on the internet. And I don’t plan on stopping, so.. yeah.

I put warnings on everything. Reading those will definitely save you time and upset. If you keep reading something I’ve written and it upsets you in any way, I’m sorry but I can’t help. I warned you. You chose to take the risk -and most likely, you chose to skip the warning I gave before the post even started... It’s strictly on you now. It’s out of my hands. Any complaints or things of that nature are gonna be laughed at and deleted out of my inbox because I’m not here to argue or censor myself. I’m not your parents, just a peer. If you as a minor choose to look at me, an adult adjacent person, as an authority figure of any sort... First of all, why? Ya’ll.. no.. please don’t. I’m a hot mess, okay? To look at me like any trust worthy authority figure is... A huge error on your own part. Secondly, please don’t. I’m here to enjoy my favorite fandoms / post content for them. I’m not here to please people / censor myself and my content to make everyone else happy... Let me repeat. I put warnings on everything I post. If you keep reading and you read something you’re not supposed to this is now solely your own problem. Sorry, I guess?

I’ve seen other adults saying that they block minors on here. While I’m not gonna do that.. I will not tag minors in my NSFW content knowingly. If I find out you’re a minor and I’m posting something NSFW for a fandom you’ve asked to be tagged in, I will not be tagging you. Sorry. As much as I say I’m not here to parent you and I’m just your peer and you need to think of me like that instead, I’m also not willing to risk anything, either. I’m truly sorry in advance.

While I’m talking about tagging people / my taglist...If you want me to tag you in my writing, you need to be on my taglist. The taglist can be found [ here ] or you can dm / send an ask telling me you want to be added and I will be more than happy to do so. Don’t be afraid to ask me. I don’t mind at all! 

Every now and then, I’ll tag my friends in things I write. If I tag you in something and you don’t want me to, let me know. I won’t do it anymore. I’m not here to overwhelm or annoy anyone and I don’t want to come off as pushy, either. SO.. if you’re getting tagged or whatever and you want me to stop tagging you, all you have to do is let me know.

If you’re not on my tag list (or I don’t know you well enough to know whether you’d potentially want to read something) I will not be tagging you. If you’re a minor and I know for sure/think  you are and it’s smut, I will definitely not be tagging you.

Content I’m not willing to write or  you probably won’t find here: Incest and Rape. Those are my hard no’s. Just the thought of writing something like that makes me feel gross. I’m also not going to be writing huge age gaps in romantic stories either. (the closest I’ll come is like.. 18/19 and up to 24...) I mean absolutely no offense against people who can and do write things like this, I just can’t? 

American Horror Story; tate langdon, ben harmon, kit walker, kyle, dandy mott, jimmy darling, james patrick march, michael langdon, xavier plympton and night stalker.

Arrowverse; oliver queen, john diggle, slade wilson/deathstsroke, barry allen, cisco ramon, ray palmer, mick rory.

Bands / Celebrities; ask before sending because I haven’t done many of these and I’m still adjusting… Off the top of my head I’ve written for / feel comfortable with Nick Groff (ghost adventures), Jon Bernthal.. There are lots of others but alas, I’d stretch this out so badly if I added too many more names.

Boondock Saints movie; Connor Macmanus Murphy Macmanus & Rocco.

Breakfast Club movie; John Bender.

Castle Rock tv series; Dennis Zalewski, The Kid.

Criminal Minds; Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid, Hotch, Tobias Hankel & Adam/Amanda.

Crybaby Movie; wade walker.

CSI tv series; Greg Sanders, Nick Stokes, Warrick Brown, Gil Grissom, Tim Speedle, Ryan Wolfe, Eric Delko, Danny Messer, Don Flack, Mack Taylor.

Dazed & Confused movie; Randal Pink Floyd, Mike Newhouse, Ron Slater, Fred O’Bannion and Kevin Pickford.

DC Cinematic; Digger Harkness.

Detroit Rock City movie; Tripp, Lex, Hawk and Jam.

Fast & The Furious series; Dom Toretto, Han.

Four Brothers movie; Angel, Jack or Bobby Mercer

Friday Night Lights tv series; Tim Riggins, ,Matt Saracen, Landry Clarke, Bobby Riggins, Vince.

General Hospital tv series; Sonny Corinthos, Jason Morgan, Johnny Zacarra, Dante Falconeri, several other of the guys on here…

Ghostbusters 80′s version movie; Ray Stantz, Egon Spengler , Peter Venkman, Winston Zeddemore.

Gotham tv series; Jerome Valeska, Jim Gordon, Joker, Riddler.

Harry Potter movies; Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom.

Horror movies various; Billy Loomis/Scream, Charlie Walker/Scre4m, Wade/ House of Wax, Tom Hanninger/My Bloody Valentine + others. Trust me, there are... So many others. I just didn’t have the brain power to think of them all at the moment.

Law & Order tv series; Barba, Carisi, Stabler.

Lucifer tv series; Lucifer Morningstar.

Luke Cage; Luke Cage, Shades Alvarez.

Marvel Cinematic; Bruce Banner/hulk, Captain america/steve rogers, bucky barnes/winter soldier, eric killmonger, hawkeye/clintbarton, thor, loki, pietro maximoff, venom/eddie brock, starlord/peter quill, ironman/tony stark, wolverine.. I’m a marvel ho.

Mayans MC tv series; Angel Reyes and Ez Reyes.

NCIS tv series; Anthony Dinozzo, Timothy McGee, Marty Deeks, Greg Callen.

On My Block tv series; Spooky Diaz.

Punisher tv series; Billy Russo, Frank Castle.

Riverdale tv series; Jughead Jones, FP Jones, Reggie Mantle, Sweetpea, Archie Andrews.

Shameless tv series; Lip Gallagher.

Sons of Anarchy tv series; Jax Teller, Chibs Telford, Clay Morrow, Juice Ortiz, Opie Winston.

Stranger Things tv series; Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Jim Hopper.

Star Wars movie series; Han Solo, Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Poe Dameron, Finn.

Supernatural tv series; Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Crowley, Benny Lafitte, Kevin Tran.

Teen Wolf tv series; Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Derek Hale.

The Crow movie series; Eric Draven and Jimmy Quervo/Wicked Prayer.

The Lost Boys movie series; Edgar Frog, Allen Frog, David, Michael Emmerson, Sam Emmerson.

The Outsiders book/movie; Two Bit Matthews, Dally Winston, Darry Curtis, Soda Pop Curtis, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle.

The Walking Dead tv series; Daryl Dixon, Shane walsh, Rick Grimes, Negan, Glenn Rhee.

The Vampire Diaries tv series; Klaus Mikaelson, Kai Parker, Kol Mikaelson, Jeremy Gilbert, Damon Salvatore.

Twelve Rounds 3 movie; Detective John Shaw.

Twilight movies/books; Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Jacob Black, Paul Lahote, Embry Call.

I’m gonna be honest here. I post on my own time, at my own pace. Some days I post constantly, sometimes it’s days or even weeks, and occasionally, a month before I post anything. So.. Now ya know.

If I’m not on and posting, odds are I’m busy, taking a break or whatever. But I’ll come back! I always do. 

Basically, what I’m saying here is I have no set posting schedule. At all. I post what I want when I’m in the mood to do so. Just something to keep in mind when you’re asking for headcanons / nsfw alphabet letters with characters.

[magnetothemagnificent]

Haunted: An Ineffable Parents Fanfiction

"Oh, Crowley, we must go in!" Aziraphale nudged Crowley as they strolled in the city, hand in hand.

The angel was referring to a quaint bookshop, no unlike his own.

"Why? You have plenty of books, Angel," Crowley sighed, shaking his head at his angel's book-weakness.

"Maybe they have a book I don't have," Aziraphale suggested, peering through the shop's window.

A grey cat eyed the odd pair suspiciously from inside.

"Doubt it, love."

Aziraphale gave Crowley one his pleading looks, and Crowley tossed his head back in exasperation. Aziraphale smirked, he knew Crowley would give in.

"Fine, Angel, we'll have a look around," the demon relented.

"Ooh, goody!" Aziraphale squealed, pressing a kiss to Crowley's cheek before pushing the shop's door open.

The bell jingled merrily as the pair walked into the shop. The bookshop cat, who had been basking on the windowsill, hissed upon seeing Crowley enter the shop.

Crowley glared at the cat.

"How would you like if I hissed at you?" he muttered to the cat, flicking his tongue out threateningly.

Aziraphale chuckled and pat Crowley on the arm, urging him away from the feline.

"Come dear, leave the poor cat alone."

Crowley had not yet pulled his tongue back into his mouth, and when he did, he shuddered at whatever his tongue had picked up.

Aziraphale didn't notice, too interested in a shelf stocked with Oscar Wilde.

"Angel, does anything seem...off..about this shop?" Crowley asked, suddenly feeling uneasy.

"Don't know what you mean, dearest," Aziraphale answered, inspecting a leather bound book.

"M serious Angel. Something doesn't seem right," Crowley pressed, leaning his chin on Aziraphale's shoulder, forcing him to turn around and look at him.

"Crowley, I know you don't like books, but please allow me this simple pleasure," the angel told the anxious demon curtly.

Crowley gritted his teeth in frustration. How could Aziraphale not sense it? Something was wrong.

"Can I help you, gentlemen?" the bookshop's owner asked.

"Oh, no, we're just browsing. I own a bookshop myself, you see, but also a collection of my own," Aziraphale laughed.

"Ooh, competition," the owner drawled.

Crowley rolled his eyes at that. Aziraphale's bookshop was anything but competition.

Crowley shifted his feet uncomfortably. Did the ground burn?

"Where's this bookshop?" the owner asked, "I need to know my competition."

"Soho, but you needn't worry, I won't try and steal any customers."

The owner's eyes widened in surprise.

"You aren't Mr. Fell, by any chance?"

Aziraphale laughed lightly.

"I am."

Aziraphale and the owner began chatting animatedly about books.

Crowley itched at his arms. Why was the bookshop hurting him?

"And who is this?" the owner asked, gesturing at Crowley, who was fidgeting, and yes, he definitely was in pain.

"Oh, that's my partner, Anthony," Aziraphale brightened, beckoning Crowley to join him.

"Pleasure to meet you, Anthony. Your partner here is practically a celebrity in the bookkeeping world."

The owner extended her hand, and Crowley shook it politely. Well, his hand didn't burn at her touch, so it wasn't her who was eminating the radiation.

"Are you alright, Anthony?" the owner asked, noticing a rash forming on Crowley's face.

Aziraphale looked at Crowley, finally recognizing the signs.

"How long have you had this bookshop?" Aziraphale asked, seemingly changing the subject.

"About thirty years," the owner declared proudly.

"Do you know if the building was ever a Church? Or a Mosque? Or a Synagogue, perhaps?"

Crowley caught onto Aziraphale's questions.

"I don't think so," the owner replied in confusion.

"I do stock Bibles, though. Why?"

Aziraphale nodded, figuring it out.

"Oh, just curious. It has some sort of aura to it. Maybe the architecture."

At that, Crowley wandered toward the corner of the shop labled "religious books." As he neared the corner, he felt even more pained, like sharp needles on his skin.

"Crowley!" Aziraphale nearly shouted, but calmed himself in order not to alarm or offend the owner.

He pulled his partner by the arm, practically dragging away from the Bibles.

"You're going to get hurt," he whispered.

"I'm afraid we have an appointment to get to," Aziraphale informed the owner, pushing Crowley out of the door.

"It was quite a pleasure meeting you," he assured the confused owner as the door closed behind him.

Aziraphale lead Crowley away from the shop, not stopping until they reached a park. He sat Crowley on the bench, and looked him over, inspecting him for damage.

"Angel, m fine. Really," Crowley protested, not liking how anxious he seemed to have made his partner.

Aziraphale sat next to him.

"Oh, Crowley, I'm so sorry I made you go in there. I didn't know-" Aziraphale tried apologizing.

Crowley put a finger to Aziraphale's lips before he could continue.

"Angel, I didn't know either. Don't feel bad, please, you know I hate seeing you so upset," Crowley pleaded.

"Me, upset? Crowley, you're hurt!" Aziraphale sputtered, running his hand along Crowley's enflamed cheeks.

"I'm fine. It'll go down in a matter of time, don't fret. Let's go get ice cream."

Crowley pulled Aziraphale up, trying to soothe his worried angel.

"I have Bibles at bookshop!" Aziraphale gasped, realization hitting him.

"Have I been hurting you the whole time?"

His blue eyes were almost tearing up at the thought of hurting his lover.

"Oh no, Angel, you haven't been hurting me," Crowley assured him, running his hands through Aziraphale's curls.

"Your bookshop doesn't hurt me, love," he kissed Aziraphale on the neck, relieved when he felt Aziraphale relax under his touch.

"That's why I couldn't figure out what was wrong."

Aziraphale clutched Crowley's hand.

"On second thought, Angel, let's go back to the shop, cuddle a bit, a forget this little mess ever happened," Crowley suggested.

Aziraphale smiled at the thought.

"We'll go back to the shop, darling, but we will figure this out," Aziraphale told him determinedly.

Back at the shop, Aziraphale was poring over a book about demonology. Crowley was resting on his lap contentedly.

"I don't think you'll find anything there, Angel. Humans come up with the wildest ideas," Crowley murmered, his face against Aziraphale's soft shirt.

"That's probably true," Aziraphale sighed, tousling Crowley's red locks.

"How's your rash, dear?" he asked, resting his hand on Crowley's forehead, which was still clammy.

"M fine. Just a bit sleepy," Crowley yawned.

"Why don't you stay the night? I don't feel comfortable letting you be alone before we can figure out what's going on."

Crowley had spent the night at Aziraphale's, and Aziraphale at his, many times before. He nodded wearily at the suggestion.

Aziraphale put his book down and gently gathered Crowley in his arms. The demon let Aziraphale carry him upstairs and lay him in bed.

"Can I get you anything, dearest?" Aziraphale asked as Crowley laid his head on his chest.

"No, let's just go to sleep," Crowley insisted, pulling Aziraphale closer.

Aziraphale gave in, and miracled them into their pyjamas.

Not long after, Crowley dozed off, and Aziraphale watched him fondly.

He couldn't, or wouldn't sleep, wanting to keep an eye on his partner.

Hours later, as he was reading Chaucer's poetry, Aziraphale had an idea.

That morning, Crowley woke up to see his angel barely able to contain himself. When he got an idea into his head, he couldn't let it go easily.

"Oh, Crowley, love, you're awake," Aziraphale exclaimed, bubbling with excitement.

"Yeah, m awake. What's going on?" Crowley asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Neutralizer! There must be a neutralizer that's counteracting the Bibles!" the angel announced, his wings, which had been manifested, flapping rapidly.

"Neutralizer?" Crowley repeated, puzzled.

"A grey zone, something that isn't Heavenly or Hellish, I guess like Adam, maybe it's Adam, oh, that would explain it, but that can't be because Adam wasn't always around," Aziraphale rambled, practically bouncing passionately.

Crowley gazed at his angel lovingly.

"Did you sleep at all, Angel?" he asked, smiling and shaking his head.

"Oh, I couldn't sleep, Crowley!" Aziraphale laughed, "maybe it's haunted!"

"I would have sensed it if this place was haunted," Crowley reminded him.

"Not if there were Holy objects to counteract it," Aziraphale argued.

"Let's sit down, Angel. I need my coffee before I can understand anything."

Crowley steered Aziraphale to the kitchenette, where their mugs were waiting, at the perfect temperature, on the counter.

Once they had eaten breakfast, Crowley finally began to understand.

"So you think your bookshop is haunted?" he asked, stirring sugar into his third cup of coffee.

Aziraphale nodded.

"We would have seen it, though," he commented.

"Maybe it's hiding."

"For 200 years?" Crowley asked incredulously.

"You slept for nearly a century," Aziraphale teased.

"You ever met one?"

Crowley sipped his coffee, enjoying the warm sensation of the hot liquid in his mouth. He couldn't taste, of course, but routine was routine.

Aziraphale shook his head.

"We could coax it out of hiding, I guess," Crowley offered.

"Maybe it doesn't want to be found."

"Well, I don't like the idea of some unknown being poking around in your home. It's-" he paused, "spooky."

"I thought you liked spooky," Aziraphale chuckled.

"I do, but we don't know if this.... being.. is malevolent or not. I don't want you getting hurt."

"I'm sure if it had any ill-intentions, it would have done something by now," Aziraphale assured him.

"Ssstill.."

Aziraphale put his hand on Crowley's.

"We'll just have to keep an eye out for this spirit," he told his concerned partner.

Months had passed since they figured out Aziraphale's shop was haunted. Aziraphale spent most of his time at Crowley's flat, now, because, although he didn't want to admit it, he was a little spooked about something else being in his space. But this night, they were at the bookshop, lounging in the backroom.

"Hello," a voice startled the two, who were a bit tipsy.

They both jumped, and Crowley instinctively pushed Aziraphale behind him.

"I'm sorry!" the speaker apologized, and Crowley and Aziraphale saw that it was a child.

It was a child, but it wasn't alive. It was translucent almost, a little girl in a pretty dress. She looked frightened and innocent.

"Are you the spirit haunting my partner's shop?" Crowley asked when he and Aziraphale had recovered from their shock.

The child nodded slowly, he wide eyes looking up at the demon, who had softened when he saw her lonely expression.

"What's your name?"

Crowley knelt in front the girl, careful not to scare her.

"Griselda Schimm, but I don't like my name," the ghost girl mumbled.

"Well," Crowley smiled gently, "that's the fun thing about names. If you don't like 'em, you can change him."

The girl smiled weakly.

"For example, do you know what my name is?" he asked.

"Of course I do," she responded, "you're Crowley, and you're a demon, but you're a nice demon."

Aziraphale chuckled at that, and Crowley shot him a glare.

"And you're Aziraphale," she pointed, "and you're an angel, but you don't like people very much."

Now it was Crowley's turn to laugh.

"How long have you been spying on us, kid?"

"I don't spy. I don't go upstairs, I just watch the bookshop," the girl said earnestly.

At least she wasn't in their bedroom, Crowley thought with relief.

"Well, darling, as I was saying, if you don't like your name, you can change it, or tweak it. You know me as Crowley, but before that I was called Crawly. Nasty name, if you ask me," he grimaced.

"Squirmy," the girl giggled.

"Exactly," Crowley barked. He was starting to like this kid.

"And before Crawly I was called-" he stopped, reddening.

"Well, nevermind," he laughed unsteadily.

Thankfully, the girl didn't seem to notice his near slip-up.

"Zelda," Aziraphale finally spoke, joining Crowley, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the girl.

"What?"

"You could call yourself Zelda," he offered.

"Zelda. I like it!" the girl squealed.

"Well, then Zelda it is," Crowley declared.

Aziraphale, too, was becoming fond of this mysterious spirit.

"Tell me, Zelda, how long have you, ah, been in the haunt?" he carefully asked.

Crowley glanced at the angel, then at Zelda, worried Aziraphale's question was too forward.

Fortunately, Zelda didn't mind.

"Not long before you opened your shop, Mr. Aziraphale."

"Just call me Aziraphale."

"I went to sleep, and then there was a scary man in a hood standing over me, trying to take me away," she continued.

"Azrael," Crowley murmured.

"I didn't want to go, I wanted to stay with my friends, but the man didn't want to let me."

Aziraphale suddenly remembered being told that before he purchased the property, there was a fire. It wasn't severe, not like what Crowley had described happening to his shop. In horror he realized she must have been killed in the fire.

"I begged the man to let me stay, and he finally did. My friends never came back to get me."

Crowley felt an overwhelming urge to hug the child, but held back, not wanting to frighten her.

"All this time, why didn't you say anything? I could have helped you..." Aziraphale's voice trailed off.

"I don't want to go. I like it here. I like all the books," Zelda answered, as it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Don't you want to play with other children?"

"I do, I don't stay here forever, you know," she told him pointedly.

"Then why show yourself now?" Aziraphale asked.

"I don't like it when you're away. You remind me of my family. I didn't want to scare you, but then you stayed away for days at a time. I get lonely."

"Zelda, dear, would you like it if we stayed with you?" Aziraphale asked.

"You're not scared off?"

"Of course not," Crowley reassured her, "I'm a demon, nothing scares me."

A thought crossed Zelda's mind, the memory of seeing the bookshop in flames, and the sheer terror in Crowley's eyes. She didn't say anything.

"Crowley loves kids," Aziraphale added, and Crowley nodded with a twinge of grief.

"Will you be my family?" Zelda asked shyly.

Aziraphale gasped at the question, and Crowley tried not to cry.

"Of course, darling," Crowley answered, leaning forward to hug Zelda.

She passed right through him.

"Sorry! I need to practice that," Zelda stammered.

Aziraphale's eyes creased in a smile, taking her by her small hand and pulling her into a hug.

The three, and angel, a demon, and a ghost hugged for a long time. They did make an odd family.

[sushisulliedcelestialbody]

Good Omens and Beetlejuice AU

I’m still Big Sad because of Beetlejuice the Musical’s eviction but also since my fixations this year would be a Venn diagram with “snakes” and “demons” in the middle, here’s my attempt at a Beetlejuice AU.

- Zira Fell and Anthony Crowley are a typical couple who live in a beautiful Victorian home outside London that they worked together to make a home. The garden is an Eden to the point that the neighbors are suspicious that there’s SOME sort of divine intervention. Inside, it’s a little bit of a mess because their aesthetics are very different. Black marble granite countertops with antique blue china, hard minimalist coffee table in front of a chaise lounge. But they adore it.

- Zira is a library curator with his own extensive collection of books with religious texts being his specialty. He lectures at a local University about the history of some of these texts. Crowley worked at a flower shop in the village nearby. For reasons, they’re not close to any of their families, but they’ve one all their own.

- The house is so fucking old though and through a series of plumbing issues, the basement floods and through a series of electrical issues, there’s a fire. 

- They don’t remember getting it under control, but it is. The damage doesn’t seem TOO bad, dearest. I think I’ll pop by the hardware store and talk about getting the walls re-wall papered. 

- Zira can’t leave. He.... can’t. He ends up And when Crowley gets into his beloved car to go out as well, the car will start and he will drive it but it always pulls itself back into the garage and stops.

- Through a series of testing their theories, they find out that they didn’t survive that fire. And there’s.... so much with that. They were planning a trip to Paris soon. They wanted to adopt a baby. Both cry a little bit over what they’ve lost , but they have each other. It’s going to be okay.

- Eventually, they get a letter telling them to report to the Afterwards, which is like purgatory and where they get a hearing about where they’ll spend eternity. Zira, who was charitable and gave to organizations frequently, is being sent to Heaven. Crowley, who was a good person but made some mistakes and wasn’t as grand with his goodness as Zira was, is going to be in purgatory longer, but things aren’t looking good. 

- Zira refuses to go anywhere without his partner, certainly not the afterlife. So they leave and their souls return to stay in the house for.... ever. They still have the hose they love. It’s going to be okay.

- Eventually, their house gets sold to an American ambassador, his wife, and his tweenage son, Warlock. It was a great buy, newly renovated after a horrific fire. The former owners passed, but they’ve been assured that the problem has been solved. They take all of the antiques away and overhaul the house. Harriet is impressed with the library, which was never willed to anyone and is planning on donating it to the University.

- Warlock, who isn’t particularly fitting in with this move to the UK or his brand-new elite prep school and is definitely so goth, scans the titles for anything they might want to keep and finds a couple books on demons and ghosts he thinks look interesting enough. 

- The one book mentions Beelzebub, Prince of Hell, who was expelled from Heaven and then Hell for leading a revolt against Lucifer. They’ve been roaming Earth for eons now, serving a Prince of False Gods in their own exile. Summoned by saying their name three times in a row, Beelzebub brought chaos to the lives of anyone who brings them into this world. 

- Warlock is so tempted to do it. He loved spooking the hell out of his friends in D.C. with this kind of shit. He prepares to try it for himself, but oh shit wasn’t that plant *over there* a minute ago. 

- Warlock is convinced that the house is haunted by the ghosts of the people who died in the fire. So he works on a plan to summon them that involves his Ouija board.

- The Ouija board does, in fact, summon Crowley and Zira who can now be seen by the kid. Warlock is SO EXCITED because holy shit his old house never had any ghosts. 

- Crowley and Zira explain they want to be left alone and they really want their house back. They can’t move on because they’ll be separated for eternity if they do. Warlock is “You can have the house, hate it here.” And then he’s like.... hmm, why don’t you scare the shit out of my mom and dad so we can move. 

- Crowley and Zira are absolutely shitty at being ghosts though and struggle to do anything really spooky. Zira hated horror movies and Crowley’s idea of haunting is minor inconveniences that are suspicious but annoying.

- Warlock and Crowley especially spend a lot of time trying to convince Thadeus and Harriet that the place is haunted and they really bond over it. Zira isn’t as close but Warlock comes to love spending time. He understands what it's like to not fit in with your family no matter what you do and he’s always there to heat up cocoa (even if he gets sad he can’t taste it anymore.)

- Warlock really wants to leave, so he found the information in one of Zira’s books before they were carted off! He’s going to summon this demon because it might be the only way to absolutely get his parents out of this house. 

- Zira and Crowley warn Warlock to mess with that intensely supernatural. He doesn’t know what could happen. 

- (IT’S SHOWTIME.)

- Beelzebub, in all their rotting, fly-ridden glory, emerges from Hell to Wreck Shit. They offer Warlock the deal to possess the house if they give them their undivided devotion.

- “Becoming a Satanist? Sweet. Another to piss dad off. :)”

- Thadeus and Harriet and the Dowling household staff are scared shitless of some of the demonic things that are happening now within the house. (Crowley and Zira hide in the attic and want No Part of the shit the Lord of the Flies is pulling). At first they humans are scared of it being up to terrorists, but nothing can be explained in the physical. It’s supernatural.

-The cook then comes up with plan to call a priest to ward off the demons in the hosts.

- If it comes to an exorcism, all supernatural entities are going to be forced to leave the house. Crowley and Zira will never see each other again. Beelzebub will,,,, move on and be the same miserable banished Prince.

- So it’s up to Warlock, Crowley, and Zira to figure out how to get Beelzebub to leave the house so that the Ghosts can stay and spend their eternal lives together.

That’s all I really have because.... finals. But uh I just need more demons in my life I guess.