#good omens fan fic

[curiouspupsicle]

Good Omens is a Transformative Work

It has been since the very beginning.

NG (fuck NG) thought of a book plot where a demon finds himself in The Omen movie. But he screws up the baby switch. And the Antichrist grew up as a character in a Richmal Crompton novel. He didn't know what to do with it next. TP offered to buy the story. He changed the demon into a demon and an angel defying their bosses on the earth they both loved. He added his smart whimsy and gave the story a moral core far beyond a silly spoof. When the story was written, queer kids saw themselves in the angel and demon based on the subtext. Because they lived in subtext. Gender fluid and trans readers created stories about an angel and demon for whom gender was a choice depending on how or whether they decided to make an effort. The strangeness of fitting into a planet dominated by beings the angel and demon differed from spoke to neurodivergent readers.

Religious readers found healing after years of struggling to make sense of doctrine divorced from morality. Some ace and aro readers saw the deep and meaningful relationship beyond romance between a pair together over 6000 years. And tons of horny people from all walks of life poured their hearts into smut that made the most of beings whose bodies allowed for a range of sexual practice that would never be realistic for humans.

People who felt rejected or unloved because they were "too much" or "too little", took solace from an angel who didn't mind the gruffness of the demon who couldn't bear to be cruel. And the demon who liked the angel being a little bit of a bastard. If an angel and demon could care for and accept each other for themselves, perhaps it could happen for them too? This is why the Good Omens fandom is so special. Transformation has been baked into his story from the very beginning. Biblical fan fiction, a collaborative story by two authors, a tv show/movie brought to life by a team of actors, designers, writers... And now also entire worlds of fan fiction and art. Good Omens continues to transform itself and the people who love it. And it will always be ours as we continue to transform it for generations to come.

[fellshish]

what if crowley took a university course on literature and suprise! the book they're discussing is good omens?

if that sounds interesting to you please read my fic 'Lit' via this link

huge thank you to @crawley-fell for the beta'ing AND for making the above, supremely awesome gif!

[mrghostrat]

Aziraphale crossed the pieces and lifted the left up to his chin, but his own movements fumbled against Crowley’s grip. The man refused to let go, adamant to keep hold and tie it for him. He just— he didn’t know how. But Aziraphale needed that smile, needed to bask in the pride of it, so he let muscle memory slowly continue the process of lifting and crossing and folding things into place. Crowley’s hands followed along, his brows set in concentration as their fingers gently tangled together to guide the strip into a bow. [ BIG NAME FEELINGS ]

fellas is it gay to—

[nosferatini]

✨Factory Settings [PODFIC]✨

Chapters 46-50 are up!

THESE ARE MY FAVORITE CHAPTERS GUYS!!!

A podfic of the post season 2 fanfic wherein Crowley is reinstated as an angel.

Continue from Chapter 46 Or…

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~I Post 5 Chapters Every Week!~

Gorgeous Music by @paperclipninja

Incredible Cover Art by @smurff-a-durff

Amazing gif art for Chapter 48 by @onedappercat — Support her on patreon!

Psst… Can **YOU** read the Book of Life? Check out the lettering in Dapper’s gif, maybe you can spot the name that *shouldn’t* be there…

Huge hugs to my beta listeners @wingsofopal @theonewiththeshippinggoogles @ghst-signal @onedappercat @firstvisittoearth @zin-lynn-c and u/NegotiationReal6508 on @goodomensafterdark!

@whickberstreetwriters

[lookingatacupoftea]

My busiest time of year at work + approaching holidays with kids = a bad time to become even more obsessed with my s3 fic. But I can’t stop. I’m writing it or thinking about writing it or fruitlessly hoping y’all will like it ALL THE TIME.

Anyway, if you think you’d enjoy —

A full season 3 fic that incorporates plot and the ineffable relationship

A tone that is heavy on banter and relatively light on angst

A story that builds on the discontinuities and off-kilter qualities of s2

An Aziraphale who is fed up and taking charge

A Crowley who is quick on his feet and ready for action

An off-the-charts number of media references and a crap ton of Christmas songs

— then stay tuned! I aim to begin posting during the winter holidays and the story will be fully written before sharing.

GIF by cheeseplants

[fuzzygoblin]

Happy Birthday @gleafer! So, a bunch of us smutgoblins got together and wrote a fic for Gleafer, inspired by Gleafer… Happy Birthday to a GOAD legend. Go and support her on Patreon. This fic is rated E for Exceptionally Smutty. Interdimensional LeakageSummary Googling yourself, especially when you’re a celestial being, is rarely a good idea. But when dimensions bleed into each other, Crowley and Aziraphale get a glimpse into the creativity of the human mind. One human in particular and their astoundingly evocative art, inspire the angel and demon to commence a journey of discovery all about themselves.With thanks to our smutgoblin writers: @doonarose​ @fuzzygoblin​  @ghst-signal​  @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon​ @smitten-like-anything​ 

[nightingaleswithsunglasses]

Welp if anyone needs me I'll be in a pit of self pity and fanfic.

Jokes aside, I'm grateful for anything that doesn't have NG involved. As long as I see DT and MS as Crowley and Azi, I will be greatful.

[sunrisesinthesuburbs]

how you've haunted me

Rating: E

Word count: 10.8k, complete! TAGS: Post Canon; South Down Cottage; Light Angst; Comical Level of Obliviousness; Domestic Fluff; First Time; Happy Ending; Flashbacks; Pining; Moving in Together and Assuming Many Incorrect Things

[aziraphales-library]

Hello lovely mods! Thank you so much for all the work you put into this library - it's really helped me get into reading fan fiction (especially since I'm rather late to the game)! I've been having a wonderful time going through your cottage and fluffy tags! Do you all happen to have any more recommendations for fics where Aziraphale and Crowley move into a cottage together after the apocolypse? All ratings are lovely, although if you could throw in one asexual fic it would mean the world to me! Thank you all so much again :)

Hello my dear! Have you seen our south downs cottage tag?

Here are some I have enjoyed.

a paradox of love and faith (or the winter of our grace) by Nimravidae for weatheredlaw [rated E, 16k words]

To love is to heal -- that is to say it is messy and inconsistent. Crowley struggles to find closure for past wounds, to yield to the idea that he could be loved as he has loved.

It all comes to a head between relentless nightmares about God and an apple tree that won't grow apples.

Luckily, Aziraphale is there to catch him should he Fall once more.

Causalities include: A greenhouse, an indeterminate amount of plants, and a sense of self and place.

A Better Place For Us To Be by Mackem for dairyme [rated T, 14k words]

A smile spreads across Aziraphale’s face. “You’re not speaking hypothetically, are you?” he asks softly, because he needs to be sure. Because they spent millennia not saying how they felt, and he would prefer never to face that uncertainty again. “Do you really mean it, Crowley? You’d like to move somewhere else? Together?”

“Of course together. There’s no me without you,” Crowley says immediately, his voice low and tender. Aziraphale reaches out to him instinctively with a soft noise, and Crowley lets himself be reeled closer when Aziraphale fastens a hand around his wrist. He chuckles affectionately when Aziraphale nuzzles briefly into his lean stomach, overcome for just a moment by the warmth in Crowley’s voice.

Sometimes he wonders how on Earth he managed to persuade himself that Crowley had ever felt anything other than love for him, when the sheer force of it is like a tidal wave crashing over him, washing away millennia of doubt.

equinox by leaveanote [rated E, 9k words]

Here in the South Downs cottage, Crowley has more than he ever thought he would: the two of them, safe, and he gets to live alongside Aziraphale every day. He still can't bring himself to say it, though, still finds himself wanting, doesn't want to drag the angel down with the mess of his love, doesn't want to ruin what they have.

Aziraphale, however, is getting tired of Crowley staring longingly off into the night sky, and confronts him.

There is more of a balance here than Crowley thought.

***

The angel smiles. That crinkling kindness, that laugh in the corner of him, bright and deathless and pure, and Crowley’s resolve is melting. Aziraphale does remove his glasses now, fingers brushing his temples, folds them into his own pocket, pocketing Crowley’s last defense. Neither of them looks away. The night sounds clutter around them, the sway of elderly oak branches, the gentle scuttle of a village turning itself into bed, reinventing for the next day, the caw and croon of things with feathers, searching for love. A knowing hum in an ancient throat, leaning in.

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak by triedunture for subiteveneinorem [rated M, 17k words]

"Yes, exactly. Retire." Aziraphale reaches for the last remaining tartlet brimming with summer berries. "Somewhere along the south coast, perhaps."

Or: Crowley and Aziraphale learn to move in tandem.

An Evening On A Porch by DandelionDrabbles (AnonymousDandelion) [rated G, 500 words]

“Hello, Crowley,” said Aziraphale, eyes popping open. “Where are you going?”

“Oops.” Crowley offered a slightly apologetic smile. “Didn’t mean to bother you.”

“Never a bother,” Aziraphale countered, smiling back at him.

“Mm.” Crowley raised an eyebrow. Aziraphale still looked just as relaxed as before, thankfully, so that gave Crowley free reign to be a pest. “Is that,” he asked, “a challenge?”

~ ~ ~

OR: Aziraphale and Crowley share a soft slice of quiet time and snuggles on a swing.

On the Act of Hair Washing: A Treatise on Love by cheerios_and_wine [rated G, 867 words]

"Thought I'd start by washing your hair." Crowley's voice was almost shy, like he thought it was too much. Like it was exposing part of him to admit it was something he wanted to do.

It was all so new still. This cottage they had bought together. The romantic atmosphere. The freedom to touch. The love openly displayed.

It took reminding sometimes, that this was allowed. That they could give themselves to each other like this.

Crowley washes Aziraphale's hair. After 6000 years of repression, of Heaven's cold barrenness and Hell's crowded filth, simple loving touch feels overwhelming. Some tears are had.

-Mod AB

[bellisima-writes]

The Last Angel - Chapters 11 & 12

The Last Angel Chapters 11 & 12 are up now on AO3.

Today's chapters have Crowley dealing with his inmates back in his cellblock before Adam and the Horsemen ride out to find Death.

Here's this week's sneaky peak (not my favorite but good gifs of Death are hard to come by on this site):

The Last Angel - Rating M (~40K) WIP

Overall Summary: What if Crowley and Aziraphale never met? What if Uriel and Ligur were Heaven and Hell’s respective ambassadors on Earth? What if Adam Young was Adam Dowling? What if, after Hell's victory during Armageddon, Angels were hunted and essentially eradicated from the universe? What if there was a rumor going around Hell about the Last Angel being captured? And what if Crowley, Hell's Grand Inquisitor, received a letter from Beelzebub commanding him to come to them for an urgent assignment?

[curiouspupsicle]

I’m working on my first long Good Omens inspired fan fic (Human AU).  Crowley and Aziraphale are both long distance sailors getting ready to compete in a singlehanded, round the world race.  In an effort to keep going and be accountable, I’ve posted a proposed snippet--unedited, first draft. Let me know in the comments if it makes you want to see more. Tagging a few writers whose works have inspired me to do something so stupid brave. (@holycatsandrabbits, @pookasluagh, @klikandtuna, @missunderstoodlyrics, @bellisima-writes, @waitingtobebroken, @itsscottiesstark, @dragonfire42, @lavendermoonlitskies, @di-42) Still handling smoothly, the car gave no hint of strain as the speedometer hit 160 kph—why can’t Americans join the rest of the world? I mean it’s not like there’s any logic to it. They fuck off because they can’t stand British rule just to hang onto this archaic system of measurement, I mean…  Crowley took a deep breath and banished his brain imps before he couldn’t find his way back. Because he had been thinking something. Now what was it?  Oh. Yeah. He was boooooooooored. Transcendentally bored. If he could set his alarm and not wake up until Beaufort…  Well, technically, he could have flown.   But it wasn’t just about speed, was it? It was about reading the conditions, outwitting nature, and controlling—well, something.   Crowley was too smart to think he was in control of anything. Not really. But even smart people paddle that river in Egypt.   Nope. Driving, even at these speeds, offered none of the thrills of helming a sailboat on the open ocean with spray pouring over the bow. Shouting to your crew over the roar of the sea. Or outwitting your competition when you sensed a shift in the wind before anyone else.  He’d rather be rail meat for some twatwaffle captain in a bumfuck village regatta in the South Downs than be reduced to only driving a car the rest of his life. Not that it would ever happen. He was the best in the world—or at least, that’s what he intended to prove. But if you’re going to go, might as well do it with style. He patted the steering wheel of the sports car affectionately before slowing slightly to take his exit—Beaufort.  He loved a thrill. He wasn’t crazy.  ****************** Yanking the line from the clutch, the man rushed to the bow, avoiding the flogging mainsail. He dropped the anchor and waited for it to stop the boat's motion as it grabbed the muddy bottom.  In what seemed like only moments later, the anchor had set and the fair-haired figure congratulated himself on a job well done. He could have used the diesel engine to anchor. But there’s a satisfaction that comes with doing things the way sailors have done them for centuries. And one must not let one’s skills decline.  Why call yourself a sailor if you rely on an engine for every tricky maneuver? And, after all, Aziraphale had standards. It just wouldn’t do for him to do what most sailors would do.  He was the best in the world—or at least, that’s what he intended to prove. Again.

[obsessedobsesser]

I need a good horror-esque Good Omens fan fic to read

[aurlworthfightingfor]

It’s finally here. The finale of my fic….

Crowley carries and raises (with Aziraphale) the second coming of Christ. Can they protect their daughter from heaven and hell?? What’s God got to say about all this? Aaaahhhhhhhhh

[mrghostrat]

And They Were Streamers (M) (1/?)

Aziraphale and Crowley are two polar opposite Twitch streamers who are exceedingly popular in their own ways. Besides their moderators, no one watching would ever guess that they live together. Nor that their feelings run a whole lot deeper than friendship.

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[nosferatini]

🎧✨Factory Settings [PODFIC]✨🎧

Chapters 31-35 are up!

A podfic of the post season 2 fanfic wherein Crowley is reinstated as an angel.

Continue from Chapter 31 Or…

🎧✨Start Here✨🎧

~I Post 5 Chapters Every Week!~

Gorgeous Music by @paperclipninja

Incredible Cover Art by @smurff-a-durff

Gorgeous art for Chapter 31 by @onedappercat — Support her on patreon! Additional lovely art for chapter 35 provided by @theonewiththeshippinggoogles!

Big hugs to my beta listeners @wingsofopal @theonewiththeshippinggoogles @onedappercat @firstvisittoearth @zin-lynn-c and u/NegotiationReal6508 on @goodomensafterdark!

@whickberstreetwriters

[lookingatacupoftea]

I’m sending heart eyes to you, GO fic writers who incorporate Crowley Freckle Appreciation into your stories.