#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...

[skyrigel]

*thinks of a new idea*

me: oh this will make a good fic—

my 292739 wips in union:

[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.

[klikandtuna]

And it seems to be working. Ant has gotten pretty good at reading Azlan’s body language by now and by the time the flan arrives he’s relaxed and chatty. The guy is downright scintillating when he really gets going.

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Chapter 14, “I Think About It All the Time,” is up! In which Ant gets jealous, goes out to dinner, and makes an important decision

“In His Hand a Burning Coal” (rated E) updates EVERY Tuesday, and that’s a solemn vow from me to you 💛

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61804684/chapters/158029627

(Tumblr still won’t give me the big fancy links even when I use their widget. Anyone else having this issue?)

[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 💚💚

[gaiaseyes451]

Night Blooms - Chapters 1 & 2 - A New Good Omens Human AU

I am so excited to get to start sharing this story with everyone for the Good Omens Sweet Spicy Spring event organized by the wonderful @ajconstantine and @leviosally ! Thank you both for giving us such a fun event! And thank you to @bellsbabey for the beautiful cover art!! **heart eyes**

Explicit, 2/10, Human AU. A little of everything: fluff, smut and angst all wrapped up in a bit of a mystery. No CW/TW in these chapters, but I will tag as things may arise. New chapters on Fridays!

Read on AO3

Summary: Early spring has always stirred both romance and nostalgia in Aziraphale Fell. So, when he stumbles upon a once-familiar, now untended garden one crisp March morning, he cannot resist exploring. One flower in particular calls to him—more vibrant, more fragrant than the rest. Drawn to its beauty, Aziraphale plucks the bloom, certain it will make the most exquisite tea. But when he drinks it, the infusion does more than delight his senses—it stirs dreams richer than reality and conjures the presence of a man who haunts them.

Chapter Excerpt: Three days pass with purposeless sojourns into the kitchen and no milk in his Earl Grey. Three days of drawing baths to idle away the hours only to drain them still steaming. Three days of stripping the sheets from the bed, and wishing someone were there to see him clutch them to his chest before shoving them into the wash.

The last blossom remains untouched for three days.

On the evening of the fourth day there is a wrinkled tea towel on the counter and a frigid bowl in his hands. Aziraphale is far too mature, too educated to believe these dreams were caused by a bit of herbal tea. He ought to throw the remaining bloom away.

Indigo and gold float in scalding water, dancing around one another as it steeps. He slips between linen sheets and his eyes flutter closed, weighted down by anticipation; he knows he will not be able to open them again, not until the dream is done.

Grains of sand mound in the bottom of the tea timer and he pours himself into the illusion, the tight embrace and enveloping warmth waiting for him. Coppery liquid laps against painted poppies, gentling them together through the ebb and flow, buoying them as they crash into and over one another.

Porcelain doves watch as trembling lips meet, cherished and longing, sipping every last drop until both cup and bed are empty.

Open your eyes.

A huge thanks to my beta’s and brainstormers @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon, @leviosally, @dbacklot99 and @hakunahistata who have listened to me whine and fret endlessly. You’re wonderful! And of course, thank you to @goodomensafterdark for the writers community.

Be sure to check out the other amazing fics coming from Sweet Spicy Spring in the AO3 Collection!

[curiouspupsicle]

WIP Joy - or why I read WIPs (and maybe you should too)

Currently, I'm following--check's notes--68 works in progress. And I'm having the time of my life.

So many people refuse to read fics in progress that I thought I'd share some of the benefits in hopes of convincing a few of you.

[Note: I understand some people will never read WIPs. They don't have the spoons, their brain needs certainty, they have too much happening in their lives. If that's you, I'm not trying to guilt trip you. Just trying to reach persuadable folks who will enjoy it as much as I do.]

Benefits of Reading WIPs

Hit of happiness whenever you get an email notification of a new chapter - always subscribe to your WIPs.

Seeing familiar names in the kudos list and comments reminds you that you're part of an international community.

Another hit of happiness when you get the email notification of a reply to your comment--you do comment, don't you?

Oh, and talking of happiness, did you know that anticipation fuels joy?

I love people who spend their free time writing great stories for me to read. Following along as they're published allows me to encourage the writers I appreciate so much.

The comments section on AO3 is a safe space for me to be wildly enthusiastic about the things I love without worrying about someone telling me I'm stupid for it.

Being in the vanguard discovering the next cool fic that many people are going to love but haven't read yet because they avoid WIPs.

After commenting every single chapter on a 30+ chapter work, you really start to know a writer and they get to know you. I never thought I'd beta read works. But I've gotten to do it because writers thought my comments showed insight.

Love gossip? Commenting on WIPs gives you a first look at real time news and gossip. Which writers are playing kissy face with each other? Who is experiencing big life changes? And what are they working on next?

Encouraging writers during the process helps at least some of them stick with it. Writing is hard. And it feels good to show gratitude for their efforts in the moment.

Commenting on WIPs is fun. Sometimes you'll turn up in a story. Or influence the direction of a tale. And then there's the great affirmations (without identifying info since I didn't ask for permission before taking a screenshot, sorry):

Have I convinced you to give WIPs a try? There are some amazing ones publishing now. And most of them are regularly updated, some up to 3 times a week. So check out my pinned post of recommended fics with a few of my favorite WIPs at the bottom of my page. And reblog if you're on Team WIP!

[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 ?

[e-rated-beardo]

Scorn and the Saint-Maker, chapter 30: Father, please forgive me

Scorn and the Saint-Maker is a murder mystery/ineffable husbands romance/who-turned-them-human Good Omens fanfic, set at a university in Scotland, with lots of (as-yet skippable) level-5 smut, ✨sexy maths✨ (reportedly), and one trans angel

Chapter 30 summary: Doctor Fell finds out what's happened.

Rating: Chapter rated M for heavy topics. Fic rated E for smut.

Warnings: Mind you, some warnings are a bit spoilery.

heavy/disordered drinking

mention of sick in last chapter

SH/SI

self-destructive behaviour

hospital/emergency room

major character near death

+ more - please check chapter notes.

Excerpt:

“Do you believe in God?” He looked away. “I didn’t use to,” he hedged. “And now?” He turned his gaze upwards, following great pillar up into pointed arch and flat, dark-wood ceiling and, for a moment, studied the rows of heraldic shields there. The weight of something, deep and bizarre and more vast than he could grapple with, settled on his shoulders for a moment. “I suppose I must,” he said.

Read chapter 30 on AO3 ➡️ or start from the beginning ↩️ (130k words, WIP)

Would you like some art W.I.Ps?

#4 above is what Reddit got since I ran out of time lol

Look at that unholy tangle of perspective lines LOOK AT IT

A bonus crop I liked but couldn't find good use for:

@goodomensafterdark

[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

[kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon]

Good Omens giftfic for Scully!

Written for the fantastic @brenna on the occasion of Her Day. You are fabulous and I hope you enjoy this!

::WIP:: chapters 1 and 2 of 5 now up!

An Ideal Arrangement

::Rated Explicit::

Summary

Aziraphale's a (mostly) human demon-hunter working with Heaven to find and smite demons in London. However after a confusing mission in which he's mistakenly asked to smite a human, he's beginning to question his purpose. And his next assignment, to deal with a wily demon masquerading as an ophthalmologist, proves to be a hot match to the powder keg of his disenchantment. The last straw, broken over his camel hump. The final nailing in his coffin. Will Aziraphale's eyes be further opened? Or will he continue to blunder around in darkness, with only a demon's untrustworthy hand (or other parts) to guide him back to the light?

Excerpt:

This was going rather well for the first interview of the day, Crowley thought. He kicked his feet up on the fancy desk, and leant dangerously far back in his chair. “Can I be brutally honest with you?” “…All right?” They were in his office, which he’d decorated identical to the offices he’d seen several neighbourhoods over, with a few plants and some historically chic additions, if he did say so himself. The candidate for hire, a young woman, sat across from him. She was positively delectable – carefully dressed like all the potential employees, ginger hair, a pleasing dry sense of humour. And underneath the curated confidence, brimming with nerves. Exactly the way he liked them.

Big thanks to beta-reader @on1occasionfork, as well as brit-pickers lingerie and shopping knowledgeables @tansyogg, @nightshiftcaffiene, @createserenity, and especially @ukcalico for going way too deep with me into UK optical healthcare! You are all amazing. Tagging @goodomensafterdark like a good goblin!

[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!

[batsbratsandbarbedwire]

Hi guys. I've been so MIA on ao3 because I had a whole ass baby. Creating life is fucking brutal. (She's beautiful BTW, just saying)

But I want to start writing regularly again. Anyone have any requests? Send me a little message with literally any thing you want to see and I'll write you a little something something. You can be as vague or as specific as you want, I can run with it all.

Please.

[crowleys-bentley-and-plants]

Sometimes i think about this 'poem' that i later turned into an abandoned wip. Pre-fall crowley, memory loss, god, things not being what they seem, this fic had it all. God i wish i could have finished this story