#good omens fic wip

[ritz-writes]

the amount of work im putting into this fic is insane...

featuring my messy ass handwriting

[bluebirdsongs16]

In the post-s2 Good Omens fic I'm writing, I'm having the Metatron say things to Aziraphale that are word-for-word what one of my old bosses said to me. I called HR on him and quit my job without notice because he was the most toxic, narcissistic asshole I've ever had the displeasure of meeting.

I have a lot of feelings channeling it into fic. I feel valid for writing what I know and knowing exactly what a character under that kind of influence would be going through, but yeah it's a lot. I hope it conveys the sentiment well when I post it (likely still quite a ways off). It will be marked with CWs...

[blainke-omens]

Crowley Does Pottery HC anyone ? Because … it has a grip on me. I couldn’t hold back posting this wip any longer — I am so desperate for anyone else to share my vision in this.

[actual-changeling]

Crowley screamed for Her when he fell because She wasn't the one who cast him out, she couldn't have been; the love so bright it blinded him whenever he reached for it was real, is real, it has to be.

He did not scream for God or the Almighty, he cried for his Mother, the one who had smiled at him with a tenderness unlike any other and named him Starmaker.

They rushed by him, his stars, when he fell, colourful streaks blurred by the tears in his eyes as the grace defining his every cell left him, scream after scream. Crowley called for Her, seeing blinding white taking shape, and he dared to hope, stretching out an arm right before the flames of hell swallowed him whole.

In his weakest moments, curled up on the concrete of his balcony with his face bared to the sky, he tries to believe that a hand, slender and familiar, had been reaching for him. Tries to believe that She still loves him, that She never left him even though he left Her.

Crowley stretches one hand skywards, watching the stars twinkle between his fingers, and all he has left to offer is a whisper, the same question that ripped him away from everything good, everything light.

"Why?"

Every time, he asks. Every time, all he receives is silence, and then he waits until dawn washes away his creations. Crowley unfurls his wings on those mornings, presses them to cold concrete and metal in a doomed attempt to try and soothe the ever-present burn caught in his feathers.

If he closes his eyes, dizzy with uncried tears and cramping muscles, the morning sun slowly warming on his face, it almost feels like it did back then when he was tumbling through nebulae and constellations; rage and disappointment both so laced with fear they became one and the same.

Sometimes, when the tethers connecting him to hell and earth are two shackles holding him down, he thinks about flying as high as he possibly can just to let go and feel the air rushing through his feathers - so he can pretend there is nothing waiting for him, nothing but stars and more stars, and empty spaces for him to fill.

When he inevitably moves, his wings stiff but momentarily soothed, he remembers that he doesn't need to do anything at all to reclaim that feeling. It is enough to drive too fast with too much fizzling rage only to let himself be broken apart by his longing when Aziraphale is always, always an arm's length away.

Crowley lies on his back, the Bentley cold beneath him, one hand stretched out to the sky, reaching for the stars, reaching for him, his eyes violet, his lips familiar.

Sometimes he still thinks he can see Her reaching for him as his wings wither and his stars burn.

Sometimes he thinks he can see his angel looking back, his tears blinking comets burning up in the atmosphere.

Sometimes he thinks he never stopped falling.

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edit: now with amazing art by @ghoullerr 💚💚

[quona]

🔥 AZIRACROW REN FAIRE AU IS BACK 🪶

WIP for the cover art!

The sequel to Of Fire and Falcons, Of Snowbirds and Hearthstones, by the wonderful @cemeteryangel725, already complete and posted on AO3 (🔞 Rated Explicit, bbs, mind the tags as usual)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57736057/chapters/146939065

[smoosie]

Your 3 part series of The South Downs Cottage are incredible!! I keep coming back to look at them, and my mind keeps spinning with all possible outcomes. It would be amazing if you were planning on part 4… is there still hope somewhere?? For the part 4, for THEM??? It’s devastating and breathtaking at the same time. Gorgeous work!

There you go !

nah jk

or am I ?

[captainblou]

I've been going through my AO3 bookmarks, and here are my absolute favourite fics I've read since I came back to the wonderful world of fanfiction:

By My Side - rated T - A 10 works long, 1 MILLION words ongoing serie by @demonicputto. It's breathtaking, I've spend evenings religiously reading it and can't wait for next part

Back to the Roots - rated E - 91K words. An oldie but GOD is it good! The first part is heartbreaking, it HURTS. But it's so, so worth it.

Trial and Error - rated E - 15K words by @fellshish. The Metatron brings in the demon Crowley to stand trial in Heaven. For tempting an angel. Uhhhh. Awkward. <== loved every bit of it, not gonna spoil, but JESUS.

I'm beginning to see the light - rated E - 12k words by @ineffabildaddy. I'm a big fan of Sam's writing, so please check their other works, but this one hit me different. Human AU, trans Aziraphale and a loooot of love.

Communicatio in Sacris - Rated E - 10K words by @voluptatiscausa. Oh is this efficient. Priest Crowley. Poems. The poem lives rent free in my head, I sometimes mutter it... holy holy holy.

The Grindr logo doesn't even have a G in it - rated E - 79K words. I have to include it, even if it's probably the most recommended fic of all time. It's for a good reason. It's awesome.

And many more, but really, those I will read again and again and again.

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Also currently reading (and loving, go give some love to the WIPS!)

Don't Fall Away From Me - rated M - 160K words (WIP) by @phoen1xr0se. Came for the Muriel&Crowley dynamic, stayed for the plot going insanely interesting insanely fast

[gingiekittycat]

New Good Omens fanfic...

Prelude to an Epic

Rating: T (mild violence/gore)

Word count: 13,267 (complete)

Summary: Crowley pretty much loathes everything about being Grand Duke of Hell. He’d known he would. It wasn’t supposed to be about being Duke, him going back there. Doing Duke things. Not at all.

It was supposed to be about Aziraphale.

Read on AO3

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IT'S HERE. The "Duke of Hell Crowley" fic that nearly killed me. I don't know why this one was so hard to get through, but it was (if you follow me here you may have seen me griping about it a time or two).

I owe my life to my betas: @devils-sacrament-catering for tackling this thing when I just couldn't look at it any more (and subsequently making me look at it A LOT more) and @inahc3 for not only fixing spelling and grammar, but for giving me encouragement that what I had was good enough to share with all of you.

Hope you enjoy!

[e-rated-beardo]

Sketching for chapter 8 of Scorn and the Saint-Maker (1.5 weeks away 😉) while watching talks at @theineffablecon and OH DAMN it is WORKING today 🤩🥲

@goodomensafterdark

[fearandhatred]

transitional heart taxidermy by fearandhatred (21.6k words, 9/9 chapters)

i am so so happy to be releasing two bonus and final chapters for this fic:

chapter 8: what was... (deleted flashback scene)

"Is it always lonely for you, too?" Muriel asks, and Crowley's heart pangs at the memory, sitting across from an angel asking the same question with the same tone, small and unsure. Just to be able to ask the question. It's one he can answer, at least.

chapter 9: ...and what could have been (alternate ending)

Or maybe, just maybe, the world would decide to show its kindness, and when he's moved time itself there'll be carpet underneath his feet and the smell of old books around him on an unassuming post-Armageddon day; maybe his hand would be around a glass of wine, giving the angel a toast; maybe he would be smiling at Aziraphale on any and every other day in the past, and Aziraphale would be smiling back at him like he used to do, in a way only he could.

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i wanted to release a fic cover for this along with these chapters but i don't think i'll be doing that anymore, but it was still fun to dig these unreleased words out from the writing stage hehe. and now i can finally lay this fic to rest <3 thank you to all the people who have shown this fic love and supported me while writing it i love u all fr

[cappulcino]

I guess this post is kind of a cry for help(?)

I love writing and have severe ADHD that has been hindering my passion for months on end now, which makes me feel profoundly depressed

I absolutely need to find the strength to write again and thought that if I shared my WIPs and fic ideas with a short explanation, and found people who would be interested in reading them, I might find that strength because, you know, accountability and all that (am I delulu?)

So here is the list so far (all titles are temporary):

Broken Souls and Apple Pies (WIP): Devil Wears Prada, Mirandy, +70k words planned, canon divergence, hurt/comfort, slow burn, idiots in love, family reunion – Miranda reunites with an unexpected element from her past thanks to Andy, that element then reunites them

The Eveningstar (WIP): The Sandman, Dreamingstar (Morpheus/Lucifer), canon non-compliant, slow burn, slight angst, exes to ennemies to lovers, family reunion – Lucifer convinces Morpheus to help them with personal matters; Morpheus discovers a secret that the Ruler of Hell has kept from him for over a century

Animi Metamorphosis (idea): Wednesday, Larissa/Shapeshifter!OC, canon-non-compliant (Larissa is alive) and post-canon, hurt/comfort, slow burn, repressed feelings, found family, self-acceptance – There is a new music teacher at Nevermore; Larissa gets a bit too involved

Redemption (WIP) with @magnoliamei: Okja, Lucy/Male!OC, canon non-compliant (Mija is replaced by an OC), family reunion, exes to ennemies to lovers

The Balancing Act (idea): Good Omens, Crowley/Aziraphale, canon divergence, slight angst, Ineffable Family – After Aziraphale returns to Heaven, Crowley discovers a celestial being apparently born from their love, a neutral force embodying balance. As Crowley navigates the challenges of single parenthood, Aziraphale’s visit to Earth leads him to reconsider his allegiance to Heaven and rekindle his feelings for Crowley

I shall take away thy heart of stone (idea): The Personal History of David Copperfield, Jane Murdstone/Maid!OC, secret relationship, escape to freedom, angst – A young maid falls in love with her stern mistress, Jane Murdstone, leading to a forbidden and hidden affair. When Jane's brother intervenes, Jane must risk everything to rescue her beloved and escape to a new life together

Apart from those, I also wanted to open my requests for people to send prompts (I suppose writing short one-shots/ficlets would also help me get back into writing).

So feel free to comment about the list or send prompts, any help is welcome!

[createserenity]

Master List of My Fics and WIPs

All titles link through to the fics on AO3.

The Painted Veil (E, 90k - complete)

Written for the Silver Screen Bang for @do-it-with-style-events. With beautiful art by @mirjam-writes

When circumstances force them into an ill-advised marriage Crowley finds himself undertaking the journey of a lifetime, first to Shanghai and then beyond into the heart of China, where he faces challenges he never expected and is forced to confront not only outside dangers, but also his beliefs about himself, Aziraphale and what their marriage could be.

Sometimes the greatest journey is the distance between two people.

Why Are We In A Box (E, 7k - complete)

Smutty fun when the two ineffables accidently get stuck in a box. Featuring one disaster demon and one bastard angel.

It's You (M, 3k - complete)

He doesn't like Crowley and Crowley doesn't like him. Right? Azirpahale can't possibly have got that one wrong. (Human AU)

Sunlight In Your Smile (M, 49k - wip)

Aziraphale has to attend a family wedding and he may have told a bit of a white lie. Of course he doesn't actually have a boyfriend. So now he needs to find one and in despair he turns to an escort agency for help. (Human AU)

Waking Up With You (G, 1.6k - complete)

After six thousand years together and free from Heaven and Hell, Azirpahale realises they need to take the next step in their relationship. Fluffiness all round!

All The Pieces of You (E, 80k - wip)

Canon compliant mixture of angst, smut, fluff and ridiculous historical adventures.

In The Beginning (E, 8.9k - complete)

In the beginning there was a garden and the Angel of the Eastern Gate and the Serpent of Eden decided that there are better things to do than stand around in the rain getting wet.

Better Than Today (E, 4k - complete)

Whenever they fucked, Crowley said, "I love you."

Smut with a fluffy ending.

Give In To Desire (E, 4.4k - complete)

Just another fic speculating on what happened in the basement during the Job minisode, because you can never have too many of those, right?

A Day For Magic (T, 3.4k - complete)

In which there is a bench, a park and a coin, which leads to silliness and fluffiness all round.

Fic inspired by these kisses.

A Time of Wanting (T, <1k - complete)

Short ficlet that's fluffy and happy, despite how the summary makes it seem. Also inspired by the kiss picture linked above.

Goodnight Angel (E, 14.4k - wip but also works as it is)

Post lockdown-phone-call fic.

Aziraphale had told him not to come over, but he was a demon and obviously he wasn't going to listen. Besides he was going out of his mind with boredom and going to see the angel was a much better idea than a long nap.

WIPs

Apart from my main wip All The Pieces of You I've also got a follow up to In The Beginning in the works and eventually I'll go back to Goodnight Angel as well. Apart from that I'm going to list my wips here and try to keep track of them with tags and get a bit better at posting about them.

After The Swap

Blind date

Dance for Me

End Times

Entertain Me

Here's to the End Times (yep different to the above fic despite the similar working title)

Books, books and more books

Birthday present

Lockdown Lifted

So You Can Take It Off (Desperately want to finish this because it's different to anything else I've written)

South Downs

University

Run Away Together (very much a working title!)

This Land of Ours (fits in the Pieces of You universe)

1200s fic for the Pieces of You universe

Golden Age of Piracy fic for the Pieces of You universe

[numbuh424]

when the season's so good that it has you cooking up something on ao3 for the first time in years.

I've done a sort of outline and written the synopsis so just give me a few days to put things together.

[wipbigbang]

Round 1 of the Reverse WIPBB fic claims is live! You may claim as many pieces of art as you want, just fill out a separate form for each and give each claim a different username.

Fic claims for this round will be open until August 29th!

This is just one of the artworks still available for claiming...

Good Omens #002 Title: Bunny omens Pairing/Characters: Crowley/Aziraphale Rating: General | G Warnings/Tags: No Warnings apply Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale with bunny ears? What could possibly happened? Is this an Bunny AU? Is this Alice in wonderland AU? And what are they looking at? Why are they smiling? Are they up to good? Are they up to no good? Why is Crowley wearing that sexy white suit jacket? And is that Aziraphale magician outfit? Thumbnail:

[ripeteeth]

many-sentence sunday

I recently reread Good Omens and was suddenly reminded of how idiotic and delightful these two freaks are, and then this started to spill out:

The mime slowly felt his way around the invisible box; Crowley tried not to look at Aziraphale. He was always trying not to look at Aziraphale; by the time the angel laid a hand on his arm, he was a lost cause.

“Would you mind terribly?” His lower lip did the thing that Crowley hated. “You know how Above gets when we don’t keep our hands clean.”

Crowley raised a brow. Seemed a bit rich to borrow someone else’s hands to do your dirty work. Still, he’d never been able to deny the angel.

“It’s about free will,” Aziraphale had once told him somewhere in Valencia, nosing over a glass of Manzanilla. “They must have the potential to do evil, even up to the last moment.”

Crowley chewed on an almond, thinking. “But what if someone was threatening them? Gun at their head and all that. Not really fair to ask them to do the right thing and kill them if they don’t.”

Both thought of the martyrs they’d met throughout the years. Odd ducks, the lot; Aziraphale shuddered. ”Well, Evil is there to be thwarted, otherwise how would you have the Good? That’s its whole purpose.”

“Could just make them all Good, couldn’t you? The humans?”

Aziraphale paused. “Suppose it would be a lot easier,” he admitted. “But the Plan is-“

”Ineffable,” Crowley had groaned. “I get it.”

It was a conversation they’d had before. It cropped up every few centuries, like an ignored system update, but it was always the same. It would always be the same.

The mime popped out of existence.

“Oh, thank you,” Aziraphale beamed. “Shall we order a bottle then? I had this exquisite Côte-Rotie just a few weeks ago.” A pause. “It reminded me of you.”

“Sure, angel,” Crowley said, and swallowed back the rest.

“Do you remember the first time we came here?” Blue eyes matched the sky above; Crowley drowned in him, watching how Aziraphale took in the vineyard with a shining, swiveling look. Crowley packed that vision away to remember later, and dusted off another.

“1900. Just after the epidemic.” The insect phylloxera had arrived in 1863, creeping through the vines, sucking away the moisture until all that was left were dead leaves to sweep at the dirt. Nearly all of Europe’s vineyards had been destroyed; Crowley had awoken from his long nap in 1897 and, when he heard the news, nearly gone right back to sleep.

“Mmm. We had a bottle of the Beaucastel. Beautiful wine. Plums. Crushed blackberries. Fresh tobacco. You make yours mainly with Mourvèdre too, don’t you, Crowley?”

The tips of his ears were warm. “Wanna split the tartare?”

[beastsovrevelation]

An endless list of favourite ships: Archangel Michael x Beelzebub (Good Omens)