#good omens fluffy fanfiction

[zonzolik]

About a week ago I posted this Fluffy Good Omens fanfiction list and because I love making tables, charts, lists etc. I made a chart out of it. (yes, I should be studying instead) Currently it holds 36 fluffy fanfics and a few smutty and angsty ones. Also there's a sheet of David Tennant's filmography. (because everything he's in is, in my opinion, a Good Omens fanfic)(also because he's my current hyperfixation)

If you wanted to help me with this list and/or had fanfic recommendations for fellow maggots, DM me your gmail and I will add you as an editor to the chart.

[klikandtuna]

“You’d go t’the club ‘cause you wanted this. To touch n’be touched. Desire, an’ be desired. I wanna be that for you. You don’ haveta go there anymore, you’ve got it all right here. Here at home. With me.”

Chapter 16, “The Two Wings of the Same Spirit,” is up! In which Azekiel both teaches and learns, and invites a friend to believe in the impossible.

If you aren’t reading Sky Clear Blue yet…maybe you should?? Just sayin’ 😁😁 Rated E, updates twice a week without fail, will make you FEEL ALL THE THINGS. These boys are the sum total of my inner life lately; come and enjoy their journey with me 💛

[secretlywingedphantom]

Written for @goodomensafterdark Ineffable Smut War

CW/TW: explicit, smut and humor, virgin aziraphale, top crowley, handjobs, thigh fucking, jiggly angel butt (more tags on AO3)

Summary Crowley learns that Aziraphale has been redacting anything of sexual nature that crosses his path. It’s time for that to end, and for the demon to give him a few, er, lessons on how to, ah, handle himself. 

Word count: 7,045 words

Excerpt

“Ah.” Crowley pauses. “New books?”

“Yes. Well, no. New for me. Most of them are pre-owned.”

“Ah,” Crowley says again. He takes one out, turns it over in his hands, and chuckles. “Angel, you astonish me! Pretty racy, this one is.”

Aziraphale flushes and turns away. “Well, I wouldn’t know.”

Crowley is still paging through the book, distracted. “Hmmm, no? And why is that?”

“Because…well, because I block those bits out.”

Crowley pauses, stops leafing through the pages.

“Block them out,” states Crowley.

“Yes, block them out,” repeats Aziraphale.

Crowley cocks his head and narrows his yellow eyes at Aziraphale. “How exactly do you mean?”

“I mean, that they are quite literally blocked out. For me. You know, like…” Aziraphale makes a series of waving motions with his hand, as though he’s holding a pen and crossing something out. Crowley’s head follows the motions.

Crowley is staring now, wide-eyed and seemingly stunned—but Aziraphale can see the faintest twitch teasing one corner of the demon’s mouth.

“Do you mean…” Crowley adjusts his posture, shifts his weight to his other hip. “Let me get this straight. Do you mean you…redact sexual content from your own books?”

“Oh please,” mumbles Aziraphale, still pink. Then he murmurs, ever so quietly, “Not just from books.”

Crowley stares at him. “Did you say, ‘Not just from books’?”

Aziraphale, even pinker, refuses to make eye contact.

“Wait. Hang on a minute. So… you mean to tell me that in your six-thousand-odd years here on earth, amidst all these damned books in this shop that you have owned for-fucking-ever, you have not once allowed yourself to enjoy how humans… do their thing?” Crowley’s amused eyes suddenly go wide. “You do…. know? How they… do their thing?” He wiggles one finger in an obscene circle.

Read the rest on AO3!

Special thanks to my beta-reader army who patiently ushered me through my angst-ridden cherry popping of not only my first fanfic, but my first smut attempt, as well: @springofviolets, @kiripin-art, @cheeseplants, @doonarose, @wingsofopal, @the-literal-kj, @fishey-me, @southernfriedamy, harlotofgod, 77ckk

[bellisima-writes]

Sits down to write a scene at a bar. Goes to describe bartender as grabbing a tumbler. Instinctively writes tumblr. Google docs does not correct me.

Not sure what that says about me but felt the need to share🤣

[fuzzygoblin]

Chapters: 9/18

Waking up after a night spent locked in the gelateria is… awkward.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Nina’s voice jolted through him and Crowley opened his eyes, blinking furiously at the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. It took a few moments for him to get his bearings. He was lying down on the floor. It was cold and hard, but there was warmth and softness too. A body curved intimately against his own, legs and arms intertwined. Beside him Aziraphale groaned and shifted his head to blink at the silhouetted figure standing in front of them. 

@goodomensafterdark​ and thanks to my amazing beta u/ckocek  ❤️

[whocaresaboutdecent]

Written for the Ineffable Prompt-A-Thon by @ineffablyruined Week 4: Closed Door

Locked Out

Rated: General Audiences | Angst | Read on Ao3

After Armageddon't, Crowley feels they’re lingering on the threshold of something. Something complicated, something impossible to name, but something that has a pull too strong to ignore. Yet, there’s still this door standing between them, this door Crowley has been hovering near for … someone knows how many years. It’s a weathered, wooden door, once secured with locks that have slowly, one by one, given way over the past millennia.

The keys to unlocking them had been found in shared moments—the playful bickering over coin tosses, crêpes in Paris, a satchel of books passing between their hands, late lunches turning into wine-heavy conversations that stretched deep into the night.

And if Crowley, in his longing to bask in Aziraphale’s company, occasionally forgot to secure those locks again after their meetings—well, that wasn’t entirely his responsibility, was it?

Now, the pull from behind the door is stronger than ever. When Crowley presses his hands flat against the worn wood, an intense feeling of warmth and belonging tingles his palms. He’s no stranger to crossing lines, but even now, with all that promise just beyond, he can’t bring himself to step over the threshold, too aware of the devastating consequences a careless step beyond a boundary can have.

Instead, all Crowley dares to do is inch the door open, just a crack, offering a silent invitation, hoping for Aziraphale to accept it. Crowley is too afraid to swing the door wide open, limiting himself to reassure Aziraphale that it isn’t locked from his side – it never has been, and it never will be. He lingers there, hand resting on the doorframe, waiting for any sign that Aziraphale might be ready to step through. 

But the angel doesn’t even dare to look at what might lie beyond.

“I'll give you a lift, anywhere you want to go.”

“You go too fast for me, Crowley.”

Bang. 

Crowley yanks his hand back just in time before his fingers are jammed between the door and the frame as Aziraphale shuts the door in his face, clearly overwhelmed by what he had glimpsed behind it.

“We can go off together.”

“I don’t even like you.”

Bang.

Each time Aziraphale dares to peek through after the failed apocalypse, however, the door seems to close a little softer and more reluctantly on Crowley.

“You can stay at my place, if you like.”

“I don't think my side would like that.”

Thunk.

“I could hunker down in your place, slither over and watch you eat cake.”

“I'm afraid that would be breaking all the rules.”

A very, very reluctant click.

Yet, there are moments when Crowley feels like he's the only one standing there, staring at that door, desperate to know what's behind it, while Aziraphale remains safe on his own side.

Until, one day, the door stays ajar, until it is Aziraphale who even opens it a little wider – our car, we both get plenty of use out of it, maybe you can tell me while we dance. Crowley can almost see the Welcome-doormat rolled out just for him.

They are on the verge of stepping through, so close to finally, finally taking that leap, when Aziraphale turns away again and nothing Crowley says can lure him through.

“I would like to spend …”

“Then there’s nothing more to say.”

The door swings shut with finality, keys turning in locks that haven’t been touched in years. Crowley stands there, disbelieving, unable to take it once again.

Crash.

He is through the door before he even realises it, wood splinters as he bursts through. There are no words this time, only desperate lips and trembling fingers gripping Aziraphale by the lapels. Crowley holds on tight, trying to pull Aziraphale through, pleading without speaking. Don’t let me rush through this door alone, not after everything, please angel, don’t …

But Aziraphale holds his ground, pushing Crowley back over the threshold, resolutely staying on his own side.

“I forgive you.”

The shattered door disappears, replaced by cold, unyielding elevator doors. The hydraulic hiss as they slide shut between them echoes in Crowley’s ears, and he stares at his own distorted reflection in the metal surface, helpless. This is a door he cannot force open, no matter how hard he tries. This something he has hoped for slips away, leaving him on the wrong side of the door. 

Alone.

[sabotage-on-mercury]

It's Crowley and Aziraphale's first summer in the South Downs - and after 6000 years, it's high time they try out that lovely human tradition called "beach day" - swimming trunks and sunscreen included.

Crowley isn't entirely sold on the concept, but anything to make his angel happy, right?

And maybe there are some delightful new experiences waiting for them...

Or: One Sex on the Beach, please.

BEACH DAY (E, 7.2 k, complete)

[knifeforkspooncup]

Trying this new thing where I open all my wips at once and flit between them, writing a bit here, a bit there, a sentence in this one, a paragraph in that one.

Anytime I get stuck I switch to the another fic.

Hopefully if keep up this human pinballing long enough, I'll have 5 complete fics.

Hopefully.

🙃

[di-42]

My latest little one shot Angel! Angel! They're At It Again! is out on Ao3. Part of I Prefer The Fluffy Ones series.

Summary:

It's the year 2030. The world never ended. Aziraphale and Crowley are living happily and safely together as a married couple. Everything would be well, if it wasn't that lately Aziraphale has been a bit busy. A bit distracted. Now, Crowley can't have that, can he? He seeks the advice of his girlfriends, who unwittingly give him an idea on how to liven up his marriage.

A fluffy and hopefully funny way to the South Downs cottage.

Excerpt:

“Good morning, dear, you’re up early.”

Crowley stopped mid-stairs and looked at him slit-eyed. “Who was that?” he asked suspiciously.

“Oh, just a customer.”

“You know your customers by name?”

“Well, he just…um, introduced himself.”

“ Give Peter my best ?”

“Yes, well, you see, Peter,” here Aziraphale started gesticulating liberally, “Is the gentleman that gave Mr Barrie my number. Yes! That’s it!”

“And you know this Peter how?”

“I, um, I met him at Mutt’s shop! While I was acquiring some equipment for a magic trick I’m working on!”

“And you gave a stranger your number to pass on to a potential customer?” 

Rated M.

Feedback and reblogs very much appreciated!

[bowtiepastabitch]

Here have a ficlet

Aziraphale is at his desk with one of his beloved books downstairs, and Crowley is standing awkwardly in the shop’s little kitchen debating the merits of using the well-loved vintage kettle on the stove and simply miracling it himself. Aziraphale would probably be horrified at the prospect, perhaps even as scandalized as when he learned Americans heat their water in the microwave, but what he doesn’t know surely can’t hurt him. With a sigh, the demon fills the kettle and lights the stove, but under his glare the water knows better than to dilly dally and boils in seconds. He can practically feel the angel perking up from across the building at the whistle of the kettle, and he’s rewarded with a glowing smile as he descends the steps carefully balancing the tray.

“Doin’ alright, angel?”

“Oh, just splendid my dear. Is that my Paris blend?”

“Err, I just grabbed something out of the cabinet.”

The angel closes his eyes contentedly and breathes in the fragrant steam, scented with vanilla and currant and of course good, strong tea. There’s no need for him to know how long Crowley spent smelling different blends agonizing over what he might find the most soothing, carefully rearranging them back exactly how he found them in the cupboard, measuring it out in little scoops, counting sugar cubes.

“It smells wonderful, may I?”

“Thassss what it’s here for.”

He gently lifts the delicate teacup from the tray with a grateful glance up and takes a long, slow sip. The angel’s eyes flutter closed with a soft moan of pleasure that makes the surface of the tea ripple lazily. It’s unfair how gorgeous he is, Crowley thinks, fighting the urge to lean down and kiss him.

“Thank you, Crowley. That was very kind of you.”

Oh, this is entirely selfish, angel.

“Ngh, just thought you might appreciate… a drink.”

Real smooth.

“I do, I really do.”

The angel’s smile is infectious, and Crowley fights not to grin idiotically. He quickly loses the battle, going weak at the knees as Aziraphale licks his bottom lip contentedly before taking another sip.

[zonzolik]

Fluffy Good Omens fanfiction masterlist

huge thanks to @heller04, @turquoisedata and @smoxensweetpea from Garden of Eden server for this list of super fluffy angst-free ineffable fanfics🥳

legend: one shot, shorter fic, longer fic, series, a f*cking saga

Temporary Tattoo by cyankelpie - Crowley's snake tattoo wandering around, a lot of people love this one

Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost by TheOldAquarian - the title says it all and it's freaking hillarious

Put Out The Fire by Aleakim - a spell makes everyone fall in love with Aziraphale the moment they see him, except for Crowley, 'cause... you know

I Slithered Here From Eden by Cryptand_Bismol - "yeah, you probably should have kissed him sooner"

air conditioned, love unconditional by fractalgeometry - Aziraphale is a ceiling fan and Crowley is an air conditioner

where the lights burn low and you're only mine by hopelessromantic549 - they move into a cottage and Aziraphale is trying to be rational

Texts from an Unknown Number by GaryOldman - first of the Wrong Number AU series, human AU, Azi's text does not end up where he wanted it to

Family by Association by otherhawk - Warlock finding his nanny

snake time by RosePetalsAndRain - snake Crowley getting cozy in the bookshop

Getting a Wiggle On by Kedreeva - Crowley leaves Azi fake eggs to babysit...

is it that we are dying? by NeverNooitNiet - Aziraphale has to help a dying demon escape from a church in England, 1349 EDIT: put here by mistake, it's sad but with a happy ending!

Press My Petals To Your Heart by ranguvar82 - miscommunication queens talk with flowers

I want it to be an "us" by Mimisempai - first of the Ineffable Growing Love series, S2 fix-it

Fifty Ways to Kiss Your Partner by ICarryDeathOnMyWings - literally fifty types of kisses, how adorable is that, "Fluffy as heck, y'all."

Tangled Up by No1fan15 - just fluff I guess

The Duality of Grief and Forgiveness by SealandRocks - the others arrange a dinner so the ineffable idiots can finally talk

right in front of me by raphvfx - Azi and Crowley finding out about the Good Omens book

Scare me goodnight, my love by The_Rogue_Bard - Crowley being Aziraphale's sleep paralysis demon

The Coffee by Ghostofafruit - Crowley does not like Metatron's coffee

How to Woo a Demon by Bookwormgal - after Armegeddidn't Azi wants to admit his feelings but he just can't do it the normal way, can he

Starting A Trend by somethingscarlet13 - they wanna get married

In the bleak midwinter by HolRose - human AU, a rather confused middle aged bookseller bumps into a handsome red-haired man in black

Miracle me a house by IneffableDemon - After the Amrmageddidn't, the Almighty wants them to play house

Clear As Day by HopeCoppice - Crowley actually knowing Azi's filing system (not a good thing)

Let It Snow by inffablenerd - stuck in the bookshop because of a snowstorm

This Strange Sweetness by KannaOphelia - they admit they're a couple, also there's a pear

Find Out How Much Love The World Can Hold by ineffablefool - Azi starts saying "I love you" at the end of phone calls

The Whole Truth by Aethelflaed - a cursed tome in the bookshop

Forget-me-not by gothikmaus - Five times they erased each other's memory after accidentally confessing their love, plus one time they didn't.

Putting the Endearment in Dear by JoyAndOtherStories - Azi calling everyone my dear, including Crowley

Unrequited by Arielavader - Crowley being a jealous bitch

Happily Ever After by IneffableToreshi - snake Crowley can't change back + ineffable stupidity

Fortune Cookies by PlantsJustWannaHaveFun - Anathema's Armageddidn't afterparty with a bit of future telling

Please tag the authors so they know their work is appreciated❤️

Note: I have not yet read them all but I will be making an AO3 collection as I'll be going through the list

[rhosmeinir]

As a treat, chapter 29 of AMONG THE STACKS is live!

[ritz-writes]

so i had another ficlet idea. i love the hc of crowely not being able to see the stars cuz of his snake eyes. so i wanted to write a fluff piece about it.

a ficlet. do u know what a ficlet is? its a small fic. small. short and sweet. in the hundreds. lil tiny thing

THIS ISNT TINY

i wrote this in like and hour. got a bit carried away whoops

ill post it tonight <3

[anonymousdandelion]

Anyone else remember our favorite International Express Man, Lesley, and his wife Maud?

I hereby present 800 words of feels and softness. This was, believe it or not, originally written in late 2021 for one of @greenfiredragonfly's Angstember prompts.

Excerpt:

“Tiger?” Maud’s voice is low in Lesley’s ear. “Hun? Is everything okay?” “Fine, love,” he whispers back, hoping it’s true. A movement of the blankets, and then Maud is sitting up beside him, one hand resting on his, live warmth seeping back in where her fingers meet his knuckles. He rolls so he can see her face in the dimness of the bedroom. If I was to tell my wife what happened to me today, she wouldn’t believe me...

[ineffableigh]

That feel when you wake up at like 5am with the detailed ending to The I Love You scene for the fic you haven't started writing suddenly FULLY FORMED IN YOUR HEAD and you have to set your cell phone on fire to get it written down before it vanishes

[novagale]

Fic Friday Update!