#good omens after dark writers

[isiaiowin]

Good Omens Fanfic: Infernal Tango

A gift for @gleafer , thank you for inspiring me to write this. ❤️���

CW/TW: Explicit fic ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Summary:

After Shax accidentally revealed to Furfur that she could dance the Tango, he planned a grand gesture to sweep her off her feet, resulting in a night of fiery passion. Excerpt: Completely lost in each other and the pulsating rhythm of the Tango music. A series of passionate and complicated steps followed and literal sparks started flying between them as they executed the intricate movements with an infernal vigour. Leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Illuminating them as their bodies moved in seamless synchronisation. The demonic crowd grew larger, watching in awe at the spectacle before them and occasionally needed to dodge a spark that flew their way.

Many thanks to @gleafer for letting me use this sketch. Please follow her here on Tumblr and subscribe to the extra Saucy Pidgeon tier on her Patreon if you want to see spicy art of Shax and Furfur and so much more! And to my amazing beta @fuzzygoblin ❤️💚 thank you so much for your help.

@goodomensafterdark

[kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon]

Chapter 10 of Sins of Knowledge is up!

Chapter 10: L[redacted] Potion Number 4: What would we be but what we are?

rated Explicit. No new content warnings this week other than ANGST/ANXIETY, but please mind the tags! Tagging @goodomensafterdark like a good goblin ❤️

Summary

After a week of worrying, planning, and practice, the gang is ready to try to steal a sample of Dr Lanchester’s latest solution! Unfortunately, super-spies they are not. The newest formula has unexpected results, especially if one gets a doubled dose by accident. Crowley goes to Aziraphale's Ethics class, Eric shows up, and finally, a pair of somebodies end up in a closet. How will our heroes cope?!

Excerpt

Aziraphale straightened his shoulders. “Class, this is Anthony Crowley. Like me he’s a doctoral candidate here at Angelus, and will be auditing this course. I believe this is his first ethics course, so should he attempt to challenge you in any way, please feel free to school him with your superior knowledge. I can guarantee you my full support in such endeavors.”  Crowley grinned and gave a salute to the room. Another student in the back coughed, but it sounded suspiciously like the word “HOT.” Crowley gave no indication he’d heard, but his mouth was twitching as he sat back, his glasses trained on Aziraphale as promised. He lifted a hand and dragged a long thumb over his lower lip. Good lord. Aziraphale had a vague notion of fuzz in his ears, as if white noise was coming in through the room’s open window. To hide his flush, he went over and made a production of shutting it. Deep breaths. There was no reason to be this on edge, this abjectly randy. Over a thumb.  “Now!” He ensconced himself at the front again. “Let’s begin. Who here wants to take a gander at one of the biggest ethical dilemmas found in Frankenstein?”

Thank you SO much to absolutely indomitable betas @gaiaseyes451 and @cheeseplants, who never fail to set me write on science (stoichiometry! WTF! WHO KNEW) and Britishisms, overly wordy sentences and confusing sequences, and seriously wishful-thinking dialogue moments. You are both amazing and so patient! Any remaining offenses are all mine, forever and Evers.

[riverstyx125]

Wildfire is complete!

artwork by @mrghostrat and editing/title by my glorious son who is a genius and I'm not biased at all.

"Breathe, Crowley. Inhale, exhale. Remind your stupid lungs to do their goddamn job. Don’t let the sight of that dandelion-fluff hair, those broad shoulders, those gorgeous, expressive eyes (pale blue in the harsh fluorescent light of the airport terminal) completely derail you."

Huge shout out to @goodomensafterdark for all of the support and encouragement for my first fic!

@laudaddysmitten - the bestest, kindest, most encouraging beta!

[goodomensafterdark]

Writers Guild Presents - Tethered - Ch 7 - Memories

Big thank you to @gleafer for accepting to let me use this piece as illustration to this chapter! Go support her on Patreon -we promise that your loins will catch on FIRE ;)

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit!

Chapter 7 of work in progress

TW/CW: Angst, Discussion of attempted suicide, implied character death, panic attack, some light smut.

Summary:

Crowley wakes up in a mental hospital with no memory of how he got there. Without his demonic powers, neither the doctors, nor the people who claim to be his family will believe he is who he says he is. With the evidence against him mounting, his only lifeline to the real world is a cryptic note left by an unseen messenger. The longer he stays in this hospital, the harder it becomes to recall for sure, is Crowley really a demon of Hell? Or has his entire existence been nothing more than a delusion conjured by a grieving mind?

Excerpt:

Crowley stood in a noisy airport at the arrivals gate holding a bouquet of red roses, fidgeting nervously. All of his usual laidback swagger was buried under a blanket of anxiety, his spine was a solid metal rod. He was always a little bouncy when Aziraphale came to visit, but this time was different. Crowley hopped his feet up and down like the floor was burning hot sand. He juggled the little box in his jacket pocket as he stared at the sliding glass doors, willing the familiar head of blond hair to appear through them. Were the roses too cliché? Maybe he should have gotten the peonies instead. Too late now.

“There, I see him.” Crowley turned to the young man beside him. “Are you recording?”

“Yeah, it's on,” said Adam.

“Right, here he comes.” Crowley shook out his shoulders and trilled his lips. He knew he looked ridiculous, but it was an airport; no one ever looked their best at an airport. He moved towards the beacon that was Aziraphale’s gleaming smile. His heart thudded like hoofbeats in his chest. Breathe, he reminded himself. Breathing and walking, those were the two main requirements at the moment. He had no idea what his facial expression was, he just hoped he was smiling too. God, Aziraphale was so gorgeous, even after eight hours on a plane. How was that even possible?

“Hello, my darling!” Aziraphale greeted him.

“Hi,” said Crowley, because that was about as eloquent as he could manage. He unceremoniously handed the bouquet to Aziraphale.

“Oh my!” Aziraphale chuckled. “Flowers? What's the occasion?”

And there was Crowley’s opening. Aziraphale was reaching out his arms for an embrace but Crowley needed to do what he came to do first. He bent down on one knee, and pulled the little box from his pocket.

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Or start from chapter 1 - Dies Lunae

Special thanks to my beautiful betas: u/KotiasCamorra, u/Paperclip_Ninja

[elenthyaolyenths]

Drive Me To The Moon

Chapter 9/10 "Whatever May Come" by @captainblou

...this is just the beginning. Their beginning.

The DMTTM collection (fanfiction + art)

Ko-Fi - Ao3 - Masterpost

Tag-list:

@goodomensafterdark ;

@floscrap-blog ; @demonsandpieohmy ; @amagnificentobsession ; @captainblou

@ineffable-hyperfixation ;

@fearandhatred ; @eybefioro ; @crowleys-bentley-and-plants ;  @ashfae ; @malohkeh-main ;

@quoththemaiden ;  @paperclipninja ;  @silverdphantom ; @neverlet

@mad-aims ;  @daisydimple20092 ;  @seraphhiim ;

[gleafer]

My favorite Reddit sub has turned ONE YEAR OLD TODAY!

If you haven’t yet found your way to the nicest and SAUCIEST fandom fan page in this part of the GOOD OMENSVERSE, now is your cue!

Join us and have fun with amazing writers, wonderful artists, podcasters, voice actors, musicians and HILARIOUS mods and commenters in a supportive community making our goblin lives better every day.

Good Omens After Dark is where thick thighs save lives and Pootie bird reigns supreme.

PINKIES UP, BEEOTCHES!

@goodomensafterdark

[ineffablecrankshaft]

A Storm is Coming...

Fellow @goodomensafterdark enjoyer and frightfully talented word re-arranger @harlotofupdog wrote a rather compelling fic, So I drew her a pretty picture¹ to go with it. Here it is to celebrate the last chapter being posted today :D Happy Fic completion Day UpDog

And here's the fic - go read it! IT WILL STOMP ON YOUR HEART ITS GREAT!

Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens)

¹This was genuinely motivated by my utter enjoyment of the fan fiction and in no way an apology for all of the not so pretty pics ² I also drew "inspired" by the work - and encouraged by some special fellow goblins of GOAD whom took me in from the rain to their stormj*zz Shorewards support group, and together we coped. I mean we survived... somehow

 ²Some of which will turn up shortly³  on Tumblr, GOAD and A03

³ Or might already be on there...somewhere 👀

[avoicebehindthestars]

SCB - Don't You Know Magic When You See It?

@klikandtuna Oi! Birthday girl! Catch! :D

Here's my humble token of appreciation for another wonderful fanfic: Sky Clear Blue (rated E) by klikandtuna, which, incidentally, has just wrapped up! :)

Colouring page and close-ups below the cut :D

Rules as usual: credit me and link to this post if you share your coloured version; don't erase my signature; don't tamper with the linework (recolouring is okay).

Finally, some close-ups and comparison to reference for Crowley's ridiculous trainers :)

@goodomensafterdark

[cemeteryangel725]

Control, a Good Omens Of Fire and Falcons oneshot by CemeteryAngel725

I was SO SO thrilled to be paired with @bea-n-art for the @goodomensafterdark Spring Fling Kink Sling! We were assigned orgasm control and latex, so here's a smutty little peek into the married life of fire spinner Crowley and falconer Aziraphale. You can also catch Bean's amazing art on Instagram at https://www.instagram.com/beatenossart! And make sure to click through to the fic to see the full-length version of this art - it is so hot that Tumblr wouldn't let me post it!

Rated E (obviously), 2,142 words

Read here on AO3!

Summary:

They’re back!

After a dismal opening weekend at their local Renaissance Faire, Crowley asks Aziraphale for some help with letting it all go. Aziraphale gives it to him in the best way he knows how.

Excerpt (slightly edited because this fic is filthy):

Crowley shuffled forward and laid his cheek on Aziraphale’s thigh, bracketed by his husband’s knees, nestled against his warm bulk. Aziraphale reached out to stroke his hair, brushing the scarlet strands behind his ear before rubbing a broad hand under his aching jaw. Crowley’s body was clamoring for some sort of relief, but he ignored it, content to breathe in Aziraphale’s scent, one hand wrapped around his ankle.

Aziraphale only let them rest for a moment. “Up here now, my love. I want you on my lap.”

[demonsandpieohmy]

Exactly Like We Were

It’s reunion season at Eden College. Aziraphale and Crowley didn’t exactly get along back in school, but when a logistical issue forces them to share a room for the long weekend, they discover how much people can change over the course of twenty years. Including themselves. A college reunion AU with fluff, drama, skinny dipping, and love.

Rated M, chapters 4/10. CW: past homophobia and biphobia, non-graphic smut.

Thanks to @its-unapologetic-apathy for the beta, and the @goodomensafterdark writers for their encouragement.

Aziraphale couldn’t believe his abysmal luck. Of everyone he could have been stuck with, it had to be him . That loudmouthed, insufferable twig of a boy - man now, he supposed - who did not grasp the notion of communal living spaces, and insisted on playing his guitar at all hours of the - maybe not night, but far enough past dormitory quiet hours to grate on Aziraphale’s sensibilities.

Last he recalled, Crowley was set to move out to Los Angeles to pursue a life in… grunge pop? Techno metal? Some kind of bebop.

It felt impolite to stalk the man on The Google, so he left his curiosity alone. He’d find out soon enough what had become of Crowley – probably scraping by as a middle school band teacher, or as an understudy for The Wiggles. Although, he thought, his assumptions could be wrong. After all, Aziraphale hadn’t exactly ended up where he thought he’d be when he left school, in much more than just his career.

Two weeks later, Crowley hopped in the back of a Lincoln town car, and Aziraphale got on the Amtrak, and they both headed for Boston.

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[nosferatini]

[🎙️Podfic] Geminids - A “Teach Me” Side Story

By @nosferatini

The lovely NooRose93 and incredibly talented @gahellhimself-blog allowed me to make a podfic of this beautiful story of brotherly love!

Listen to the Geminids Podfic! 🎧

Featuring little Nosling as the voice of baby Crowley 👶🏻

(Note: No babies went underfed or uncuddleld in the making of this podfic!)

Geminids is a side story for GaHell's wonderful "Teach Me" comic, written by NooRose93. Read Geminids - A Teach Me side story on AO3!

Please support GaHell on his Patreon and Instagram!

**Summary:**

Loki and Crowley are there for each other through thick and thin. This is a story of how they met and became brothers.

Special thanks to my beta listeners @kunigun and @outrageousring5655 ♥️ as well as the @goodomensafterdark and @whickberstreetwriters communities for all the love and support in making this podfic.

[kotias]

Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade - a collection of fluffs

Because everybody needs some good fuzzy feelings sometimes.

I have decided to start publishing on my AO3 the prompted fluffs I wrote for @goodomensafterdark in February, as part of the fluffs collection that I hold!

Find it here

1: The First Apology Dance

2: Peaches and Apples (setting: Eden)

3: Blanket, garden, sunset (setting: South Downs cottage)

[kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon]

Sins of Knowledge, chapter 13!

Chapter 13: L[redacted] Potion Number 6: Trampling Out the Vintage

Rating: Explicit

As usual, supreme betas @cheeseplants and @gaiaseyes451 have gone above and beyond here to make this better, gently prodding me for expansions and reminding me where/how bodies are in space, as well as giving the best encouragement and cheer-reading ever. You two are amazing and this would not be anywhere in decent shape (or nearly finished!) without you! Also tagging @goodomensafterdark because how could I forget? NEVER that's how :D 🥰

chaptered WIP, 13/15, posting every other week. Updated content notes and warnings below the cut:

CW/TW and tags:

sex pollen, explicit content, dubious consent, ethical concerns, human AU, university AU, more tags at AO3. New warnings for this chapter include: transformation, self-loathing, forced experimentation, damage to historic structures, friends in peril, bad daddies, evil corporates watching torture/human testing impassively, ineffective law enforcement, actively harmful University security, and Deirdre Young is too old for this shit.

Summary

Aziraphale finally loses his proper shit. Strange conversations, tops of buildings, cups of tea, and hugs abound. Another unpleasant visitor arrives.

Excerpt

Everything inside of him that Aziraphale had spent years crushing into tiny pebbles, putting up in a mountain range of cairns — careful piles hiding the endless small jabs and wounds and slights, the bigger sores of his mother’s death, his sister’s coldness. The slow tectonic grinding down only his father could do. Underneath everything, the core of him began to pulse, to jostle the surface loose and send it heaving and tumbling down in an epic landslide as the molten tide of old, old rage erupted forth.

He’d never expected it to feel good. Not really. Maybe incidentally, like lancing a boil. But it did. It felt fucking amazing.

Read it at the AO3!

Or start from the beginning here

[goodomensafterdark]

Come on down to r/GoodOmensAfterDark to join the Smut War!

art credit: user catartkd on reddit.

[lemon-tart-221]

A Slightly Overdone Miracle of Maximum Lust

Crowley needs to quickly stir up some trouble for hell, so he miracles a wave of lust across London. What he doesn’t anticipate is that he and Aziraphale will be affected, and — vavoom — things soon get spicy.

(Aka the buttercream cake fic)

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By LemonTart

Rated E, 3k words, fluff and smut, Top Crowley, potential mild dubcon for a lust-inducing miracle

Written for the @goodomensafterdark Smut War

[harlotofupdog]

The Serpent and Thistle: Chapter 10

Pubby pubby jizzy jizz - chapter 10!

Summary: Aziraphale is a Met officer who transfers to a small village police station. Crowley is the local publican. They don't see eye to eye.

There is also a plot (seriously, I promise)

Rating: E (for errrrghhhh it's on its way?? Soon?)

Endless thank you to @paperclipninja for brilliant beta-ing and being a ray of sun-ox-shine at all times! Thank you to the gorgeous @goodomensafterdark community and readers for all the cheering. <3

CW/TW: There is another death of an unnamed character in this one - not very graphic or bloody, but a death nonetheless.

Excerpt:

“Constable, a word please,” Aziraphale says, gesturing back towards the squad car. His head is pounding, either from the late night or the lack of caffeine. The hurried drive to the station after Muriel’s call had meant that he’d had to skip the longed-for breakfast and his morning cup of strong black tea. Harry had gamely eaten his own breakfast on the back seat of the Astra, and Aziraphale would rather not think about the spilt dog biscuits and smears of drool that he will have to clean up later.

Muriel follows him over to the car, their expression serious and alert, and their precious notebook held at the ready. Aziraphale sighs and glances back at the little crowd on the verge of the road. He positions himself so that the throng of villagers can’t see his face as he talks.

“Now, this is a very serious incident of course, Constable, and we’ll deal with it accordingly. But if you recall, we have had some discussions regarding English criminal law’s proclivity to differentiate, quite routinely, between people and animals. Isn’t that right?” Aziraphale keeps his voice low, but his tone is stern. Muriel flinches a little but nods. They open their mouth to speak, but Aziraphale holds up a finger and continues.

“I’m the first one to admit that training for new officers is neither engaging nor thorough, but I would hope, Constable, that at some point you have encountered the common understanding that the actus reus of murder does, in fact, refer to an offence against a person.”

“Yes, but—” Muriel starts.

“A person, Muriel. Not a sheep.”

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