#good omens fanfiction ideas

[tamsinswriting]

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Howzit All

As anyone who knows me knows that I have a ton of fanfiction and other writing ideas and that I try to work on as many as I possibly can (currently sitting at 18--3 gifts, 1 Coco fanfic, 4 Star Wars fanfics, 2 TMNT 2003 fanfics, 4 Good Omens fanfics, 4 Original stories)

The problem?

I've had 7 more Good Omens fanfiction ideas that I'm forcing myself not to work on, but they're taking up too much headspace.

So, I thought that I'd share them here, in case anyone feels like taking a crack at writing them. That's not to say I won't pick them up later when some of these are off my plate, but it won't be for a while.

If any of these appeal to you, please let me know (and tag me if you write them!)

Perfume AU. (Either human or as angels and demons)

One of the Ineffables is convinced that the ordinary perfume they made is actually a love potion so they believe that all the romance coming from the other one is fake or a compulsion. (It's real, they're just being daft)

2. A Wedding Date AU

Inspired by the movie with Deborah Messing in 2005, Aziraphale is heading home to England for his brother, Gabriel's, wedding. He decides that, rather than face his family alone, he'll hire Crowley, the escourt, to be his boyfriend. (I saw similarities between Gabriel and Kat's sister in the movie, which is why Aziraphale is Kat and Crowley is Nick, though I probably would change the plot so there's no "win back the ex"

3. Marry Me AU

I heard about a movie with J-Lo, where she is a famous singer who plans to get married on stage in front of the world. But, before she says her vows, she finds out that her fiancé is cheating on her. So, she sees Owen Wilson's character in the crowd holding a "marry me" sign (he's not a fan, his friend forced him to go to the concert) and says "yes" so they get married. This sounds like an Ineffables human AU to me . . .

4. Fae Au

One of the Ineffables does a ritual where they end up married to a Fae (they had no idea that's what the ritual was supposed to do). The Fae Ineffable is, however, bound to the Fae court and has to either get the human's true name to enslave them or make them fall in love and break their heart to amuse their ruler. They end up falling for the human.

5. Arranged Marriage AU.

One of the Ineffables is fed up with dating and being alone, so they hire an matchmaker to facilitate an arranged marriage (which are done for many reasons by the company, from hiding your sexuality to getting tax benefits). They end up married to the other Ineffable. Could be Strangers to Lovers or Enemies to lovers. Lot's of pining, though.

6. Reverse Female Omens.

Aziraphale is a female demon posted on Earth while Crowley is a female Archangel. Crowley tried to reach out when the whole "Flood" thing was happening, but the demon wasn't interested (Aziraphale wanted to be friends, but Hell commended her for trying to get an Archangel to Fall and so she rejected Crowley's friendship in case it happened) But now Armageddon is approaching and the two might have to work together to avoid it.

7. Blood and Chocolate AU

Loosely inspired by the movie (I didn't really like the book). Aziraphale is a werewolf and his pack (led by Gabriel (yes, the movie character had the same name)) is pressurising him to take a female mate, despite knowing he is gay, as they believe his bloodline is powerful. He's trying to avoid the problem as much as possible. Crowley is a monster hunter who had ended up in Aziraphale's city looking for werewolves. They meet, but don't realise that the one is a monster and the other is a monster hunter.

There they are: the ideas that are brewing in my head. As I mentioned, if anyone wants to write them,. please feel free. Just tag me so I can read them (and, if you don't want to write, please reblog so these ideas can find someone to write them.)

[crispyliza]

I've got you all figured out fanartists

[knifeforkspooncup]

The comedic potential of Aziraphale loving Christmas in theory but hating it in reality, which gives him catholic guilt/bad angel feelings, so he triples down on Christmas spirit to compensate. He's decking the halls like no tomorrow, he's partidging that pear tree, ohhh he's jingling those bells alright and cooing over the love in the air and isn't it wonderful Crowley, the spirit of christmas my dear, i may have done a little miracle and made it snow in Tadfield, Crowley. Meanwhile he's holed himself up in the bookshop like its under seige from guerilla christmas shoppers, he can't seem to get a single cup of cocoa that doesn't have peppermint in it, 4 children this week have poked him in the belly and asked him if he's santa clause, and to top it all off Mr. Brown has asked him to play the role of Gabriel in the Whickber street Nativity Play.

Crowley's in the corner watching the angel's eye get progressively twitchier and using up his entire demonic miracle quota to make sure Aziraphale's cup never empties of blindingly acoholic eggnog.

[reloha]

AU called The Marvellous Mr. Fell, where Aziraphale is a standup comic and Crowley is his sarcastic manager.

Um Hello!?

When @neil-gaiman reblogs your post!

Also! I said 'Amazing Mr.Fell' but it says 'Fell the Marvelous'! I'm surprised no one corrected me lol

[crowleys-hips]

a little Bite of an old one by yours truly

heyy how you doing

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[justlettheraincome]

I've met someone

"I've met someone" It was a notion, that Aziraphale had dreaded for a long time. There was a smile playing on Crowley's lips. Just the faintest notion of love hanging in the air. "You've met someone?", he repeatet. "Yes, lovely bloke", Crowley puttered on: "900 year old timelord, has seen the start of the universe and could actually name all of my stars…" There was a pain digging into Aziraphales heart. Crowley had met someone, someone who shared his ife experience. And his interests. Someone, who maybe wasn't so afraid of speed. Or his own feelings. Aziraphale felt the ground under his feet start to spin. "- anyways, I digress", Crowley finished the tangent. Taking a closer look at Aziraphale's face, he asked: "Are you alright?" "Yes, yes perfectly fine. Do go on my dear." Crowley shook his head slightly, as if to acknowledge that he didn't really believe Aziraphale. But his point seemed to be important to him, so he didn't dig further: "We talked about the problems of a nearly eternal life. And discovered that we had quite a lot in common." Aziraphale felt the ground sway again. He breathed in, softly. This was an important experience in Crowleys life. Even if he would have loved to be that guy instead of listening to Crowley going on and on about him, he owed Crowley the respect to listen to his feelings. "Including the regret of not saying something very important. And he doesn't have the chance to say it anymore. But I do. And I don't want to regret not saying it." What was Crowley going on about? Aziraphale had lost him somewhere on the way. Hadn't he just been explaining how great that guy was? "Right, okay, yes, so… We've known each other a long time. We've been on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We're a team, a group. Group of the two of us. And we've spent our existence pretending that we aren't. I mean, the last few years, not really. And I would like to spend… The rest of eternity not pretending any more." With that sentence, Crowley seemed to deflate. Aziraphale needed a moment to register: "Not pretending anymore?" he repeated slowly. Crowley closed the distance between them. Yellow eyes pierced into sky-blue ones. He took another deep breath in: "Aziraphale…", there was just the tiniest bit of hesitation in his voice. A fear not yet fully overcome. "I love you."

[lineffability]

"Crowley."

Crowley froze, every atom of his body coming to a complete standstill. Aziraphale had appeared out of nowhere, just like that, and he felt like a fly in a spider's web, like he had just run against a glass door that he could not have seen. Oh, this was cruel. He did not turn around.

"Don't even use doors anymore?" He tried to keep his voice level, cold, unaffected. He failed considerably, but the message got across anyways.

"I'm sorry," Aziraphale said, immediately flinching at the words. The first time they were seeing each other again, after-- after that, and his first words were I'm sorry and he was apologizing for not using a door? Aziraphale felt like swearing, but could not. "I thought you wouldn't open if I-- well. I thought this was easier. Like a bandaid."

"Well, you were right. I wouldn't have." Steel was creeping into Crowley's voice, steel around his heart. With a forcing of limbs, he spun around, his gaze piercing through the armor of his sunglasses. Facing him.

"I need your help" Aziraphale said.

"What," Crowley said. He had possibly never put as much meaning into a single word. The glass door turned into a Great Wall. Aziraphale understood. But he was willing to climb.

The angel (oh, a true angel now, wasn't he--not his angel) fumbled, talking with his hands before his mouth even opened. Talking with his eyes, too, but they got lost in translation. Repelled by a black mirror.

"I know this is untoward. I know it's-- But Crowley, I don't have a lot of time."

"Nothing lasts forever, yeah," Crowley spat, hating himself the second the words left his lips. Unnecessary cruelty. Demonic, huh? Worse yet, Aziraphale accepted the verbal lashing. Don't forgive me, Crowley thought.

Crowley looked at him. He was still wearing his suit, there was tartan in it, but it had become polished, the worn edges returned to pristine, boring perfection. He looked prim. Proper. Perhaps this hurt most of all.

"Why are you here?"

Aziraphale glanced upwards. Then he looked intently at Crowley. I don't have much time. Right. He couldn't speak freely, Crowley realized. Of course he couldn't. This was exactly what he had been afraid of, what he had known would happen. His angel in chains. (Yet here he was. Here he was.)

"They don't know I'm here," Aziraphale mumbled, gesticulating weakly between them and Up. "I guess I can divert their attention now, for a bit. Comes with the new powers"--he shrugged helplessly--"but not for long. Crowley, do you know about-- about the-- what they're--"

"Armageddon 2.0? Sure."

There was an undecipherable look in Aziraphale's eyes. "Why didn't you-- well. It's not just. I mean it kind of is--it's. More than that. Crowley, I need you to do something for me."

"No."

"This is important." (This isn't about us.)

"I don't care." (There is no us anymore.)

"You do! You always have."

"Oh not this again," Crowley hissed. "You were an angel once. You can be forgiven. Shut up."

"That's not what I meant."

With two long, angry strides, Crowley closed the space between them. Menace, anger, hurt-- "Then what did you mean?" He spat the words. Like a weapon. (Then why was it a question?)

Aziraphale's face crumbled. He stood his ground nonetheless, not backing away. The angel's anger was less spiky, but it rose to meet Crowley's. It made his next words hit like bricks. "I mean that you love. I mean that you, Crowley, are the best person I know. I mean that I love you."

The words dropped like a lead balloon.

There was utter silence between them.

Why were they so close?

Why were his sunglasses so dark? Aziraphale saw only his own reflection. He couldn't bear that, and dropped his gaze. Oh, worse. There was his mouth, mere inches away.

Aziraphale looked at Crowley's lips, really really looked, and there was nothing more, now that he knew about the feeling of Crowley's lips and of his heart, there was nothing more he wanted to do than to kiss him. But he couldn't, he couldn't. Not like this. He needed the next time (he had to believe in a next time, in a time with Crowley, again)--the next time they kissed he needed it to be good and happy and an affirmation. He couldn't bear it otherwise. He would break entirely. He was sure of it.

But still, still-- Crowley was so close. He could smell nothing but him. Think of nothing but him. That weakness again, that soft spot inside him he had never known how to hold down. And with it, Want reared its greedy head. Aziraphal leaned in ever so slightly, felt their noses touch-- and then used all his strength to move away, to pull back. It was not the right time. Not yet.

He looked past Crowley, who might have as well turned to a pillar of salt. Crowley, whose face was a mask he couldn't let slip. The air flickered between them.

There were tears in his eyes when he finally forced his gaze towards Crowley's face, a silent plead to not misunderstand. Please, please. But he couldn't expect that of him. He was pulling away again. But not because he wanted to. No, there was nothing he wanted more than to pull closer. There was nothing more he wanted than to talk to him, to truly talk, to explain and apologize and make amends, but he was bound by Duty and Rules and Watching Eyes more than he ever had been.

This was his rebellion: he lifted a hand, the ghost of a touch, fingertips against cheekbone. The memory of holding on. Of never wanting to let go. Crowley flinched without moving, a shiver of his lips. Aziraphale let his hand drop, briefly, to Crowley's chest, holding it over his human heart. It was beating just like his.

This was his successful magic trick, when it counted: he drew away, leaving a crack in Crowley's steel-clad heart, and a note in his chest pocket.

"I'm sorry. I need to go."

"Of course you do."

"Oh, Crowley. I--" But he did not finish the sentence, knew there was no proper way how. So he said, quietly, softly, "Trust me, please."

And he did. Crowley hated it, hated it so much, but he did, he did trust him despite it all. But it did not erase the hurt. The festering wound. Now what was he supposed to do with that?

With one last pointed look, Aziraphale vanished.

Crowley was alone.

His defenses lay shattered at his feet, and he slowly gathered them back up. He did not mend the cracks. (That's where the light had gotten in.) He cleared his throat. Tried to banish from his mind the look in Aziraphale's eyes, the memory of his lips and of his tears.

And failed considerably.

I love you.

(Touched his cheek, and then his chest, and faltered.)

[this fic is now also on ao3 and being continued there]

[bellisima-writes]

Pssst...Hey GO Fandom

How about, in our own works, we don't stop at the South Downs?

How about we keep the characters of this story having adventures? It doesn't have to be universe ending adventures (but it CAN be), it can be competing in a gardening competition, or working through domesticity together, a vacation around the world, attending Anathema and Newt's wedding or Adam's graduation, finding Warlock in the states and seeing how he's doing, visiting Madame Tracy and Shadwell...there are SO MANY WAYS to keep the magic of these characters alive beyond the imaginations of the their original creators.

So, don't feel confined to the walls of the story Amazon will give us. Let's take this beyond the South Downs, beyond the Second Coming, beyond the theories of what the Final Fifteen was and just PLAY.

[daringtiger-creates]

Just a mini GO idea. I’m not good at writing fan fiction, but I wouldn’t mind trying my hand at expanding this or letting someone else

Angels were Falling. Almost everywhere you looked, they were being pushed, but Aziraphale was looking for only one, a certain redhead who made the stars. There was a small group of angels, just a couple, and a voice he recognised instantly. Rushing past a few, he looked to see the redhead shouting, “I only asked a few questions!” As he stepped back from the approaching Archangel. Aziraphale noticed the cloud edge behind only a foot away from the angel open closer to where his foot was about to step. Aziraphale shouted,

“No! Stop!” He reached out to the angel and tried to sprint forward, but was held back. The redhead turned his head to Aziraphale and, as if by some invisible force, a gust of wind that shouldn’t have existed, pushed the angel back off balance and he Fell. Aziraphale used the rest of his strength and got freed from the other angels’ grasp and rushed to the edge. Collapsed and reaching out as if he could catch the falling angel, screaming after him “NO!” He couldn’t hold back his tears then from seeing the stunned face of the Falling angel as he Fell faster and faster.

Aziraphale woke up with a start by a loud clash of thunder. It was a week after his and Crowley’s failed executions. After their time at the Ritz and celebratory drinks in the bookshop, Crowley had returned home for a much needed nap. So, when someone had suddenly laid a hand on his shoulder, he was startled to see Crowley kneeling beside his armchair with a look of concern the demon was trying to hide with a look of nonchalance. “Hey, it’s ok. Just me” Aziraphale relaxed more against the back of the armchair, letting out a sigh of relief. He didn’t mind storms, quite enjoyed the rain, however he didn’t like the bad thunderstorms. The thunderstorms that shook the bookshop in its intensity, the ones that reminded him of that day all that millennia ago. Crowley had popped in one day to find Aziraphale shaking on the floor tightly bundled in a blanket in the back room during one of the worst storms back in 1987. Since then, whenever there was a bad storm, Crowley would come over and keep him company and comfort him. Aziraphale never explained why those certain storms affected him and Crowley never asked which he was very thankful for.

[goodomensao3tagoftheday]

[malachitegrey]

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No my darling honeypie! This is an 18+ only event due to the whole. Sex Pollen. Thing. BUT, you want cuddle pollen? A love potion? Wanna write just the aftermath? That's all good! "Foreign substance changes intimacy levels" is the brief.

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[alittledividead]

But what about aziraphale removing crowley’s sunglasses, gently smiling at him and saying ‘oh, there you are’ before giving him the softest, most tender kiss you could ever imagine

[nayeliq1]

Another post s2 fic idea that won't let me go. One day after he left for heaven, Crowley suddenly sees Aziraphale in the street and ofc he can't stop himself from going to talk to him. "So you're back, huh. Just checking in, I assume, sure your services are indispensable up there, Mr Supreme Archangel" but Aziraphale just turn to him with a blank expression and goes "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

Heaven pulled another memory wipe on him. Anything concerning himself is gone, who he is, what he likes, who he knows, can't remember anything of what makes him himself. And it just instantly make all the anger and grief Crowley was holding from the rejection vanish bc all of a sudden Aziraphale is here again but he's not really Aziraphale anymore and maybe Crowley can live in a world where Aziraphale left him but he can't imagine living in a world where Aziraphale doesn't exist

So ofc he'll make it his mission to take care of him and try everything to make him remember and get his angel back. And the dread of Aziraphale not knowing him at all is overtaking the pain of Aziraphale rejecting him, and suddenly nothing is more important than taking care of his angel, bc he still IS his angel even if he doesn't remember it, and so Crowley starts on a journey around the world trying to bring Aziraphale back by showing him all the places they had a significant moment together, getting increasingly desperate when it isn't working, but Aziraphale is still as sweet and kind and beautiful as he always has been, and he's smiling at Crowley again (maybe it'd be better if he didn't get his memories back, maybe Crowley could keep him then, make him happy, if he doesn't remember about heaven there's nothing to take him away again- BUT NO NO he can't do that he can't be that selfish he HAS to get the real Aziraphale back even if it means he'll leave again and Crowley will lose him again-)

Meanwhile Aziraphale doesn't know who this stranger is but he's lovely and kind and has the most stunning eyes, and he shows him a beautiful bookshop (smth he'd like to own if he ever were to have a business) and he takes him to Paris and Rome and a graveyard in Scotland, asking him stange questions and always looking at him so hopefully- and Aziraphale would love to make him happy by doing whatever it is this crowley wants from him but he just doesn't know- except there are weird flashes in his mind sometimes, so quick he can't be sure if they're real or not, and it doesn't really matter bc he's quite content just travelling the world with Crowley even not knowing why Crowley is doing it, bc the longer they're together the more aziraphale realizes that this kind grumpy man might just be exactly the kind of person he could find himself falling in love with....

[missninapea]

Here's the baby for Crow and Azi! His name is ✨Crumpet✨ He's a little cherub who was born in heaven, created by the holy light.

I've been planning on writing a little fanfic or illustrating a mini comic about him being cared for by both of them like parents.🖤🤍 They would watch him grow up to be a beautiful, and powerful angel just like Az. Isn't he cute??🥹🥹

[lichanicksstuff]

I need a scene in the third season of good omens, where a chactacter that would be important for the plot, would be talking bad about God and Faith, and Aziraphale starts getting really pissed off and irritated. He wants to end the conversation and walk out, but Crowley would be like "Stay. Angel, for me." And Azi would sit down without a word.

(It's a scene from my dream btw)

[pockykierra]

In honor of being a good way through the next chapter of STQPA, I want to present a scene that will be happening in the chapter - SPECIFICALLY, I want to present it in the way that I came up with it, which was waking up with the idea for it in the middle of the night and writing it down:

(this is how I get a lot of my ideas)