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Good Omens Fic Rec: Creative Writing for Creative Children and Panicked Nannies

Unsurprisingly, it only takes a few moments for pounding feet to be heard from the hall before a harried looking man skids to the entrance of the room, halting with a jerk before actually stepping in. “Adam! You can’t just run off like that! I told you that they’re not going to want a bloo—“ he cuts himself off with a strangled sound, “blasted adult sitting in on a club!” --- Aziraphale is as prepared for the new school year as he can be-- what he's not prepared for is an awkward man in sunglasses who's about to pull Aziraphale into not only his own life, but the lives of Aziraphale's students.

Length: 17,135 words

AO3 Rating: Teen and Up

Best for: Safe in Public, Human AU, Parent AU

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by munchmulch

*Minor Spoilers* I read this one the other morning when I had a late work start, and I was welling up with tears thinking about it on my drive in. It's really not even angsty! At least not to that level of reaction. I can't fully explain why it affected me so deeply, just my own inner child I suppose. Someone who needed safe, supportive, and encouraging adults in her life.

In this story, it's the first day of school and new students Adam and Warlock stay after for Mr. Fell's writing club. They drag Warlock's guardian, Nanny Crowley, to the meeting and you can probably guess what happens next. Aziraphale is an excellent teacher, meeting the kids at their level, and his teaching style has an immediate effect on Crowley. This story really is more about the children, but we still get high quality chemistry between the adults.

The length is nothing to sneeze at, but god I am desperate to spend more time in this world. The kids are so well written, not babied or overly mature. I want to watch as they become a family, I want to see Warlock being loved and thriving in this new family of his. I want to watch them create a home together. It's such a warm story that I really enjoyed.

Read it here, fic by munchmulch

[aziraphales-library]

hello! i read a work from your recommendation list, the "Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it." and i really enjoyed it. it has me wanting for more of scenarios where they like have to flirt for whatever reason or crowley attempting to (preferably shamelessly and obnoxiously) seduce aziraphale. thanks in advance!

Here are some fics in which Crowley seduces Aziraphale...

To Woo an Angel by AgentStannerShipper (G)

5 times Crowley tried to "seduce" Aziraphale, and 1 time he realized there was no need.

nothing else matters like us by Melacka (T)

The order came through on an otherwise dull Sunday afternoon in 2004. Crowley had just returned from a spot of low-level tempting in the south of London and was just contemplating an appropriate excuse to stop by at Aziraphale’s bookshop when the message arrived. It was pushed under the door by a courier so steeped in terror that Crowley could sense it from the other side of the flat. With some considerable annoyance, Crowley fetched the envelope and eased the note out, reading it quickly with a frown deepening on his face. Seduce the Angel Aziraphale. Failure will not be tolerated.

How I'm Imagining You by orphan_account (M)

Crowley gets up, walking slowly over to the bar. An onlooker might be struck by the stalking and languid ease with which he walks, like a lioness to her prey. His hips, so smooth and slow. And he tilts his head back, lips parted. Surveys the room and the man with covered eyes. But there is no one looking at him. Every other patron doesn’t need to look at the bar at this moment, look at the man and the prey. So, they don’t. - (Crowley has fun with a little temptation of his own)

shades of grey by IneffableStar (E)

After Aziraphale's West End debut was nearly ruined by Furfur's espionage attempt, Aziraphale gets to thinking about if Heaven may also be watching them, and decides it best that he go search for any evidence against them. Crowley will only allow Aziraphale to go on one condition: Crowley comes along. or Crowley accompanies Aziraphale on a trip upstairs, but he has entirely ulterior motives.

It's your job by falsepremise (E)

After a night sucking oysters with Aziraphale, Crowley just can’t sleep. Perhaps he should hang around in Rome a little longer... After all, tempting a certain angel is his job, isn’t it?

Gormless Seduction by munchmulch (T)

Crowley grimaces. "Nhnnnnggg, ok, alright. But, hear me out." They flick a hand dramatically. "An angel! A being who can make Holy water! Even if I can keep the whole human disguise thing up, what if they, I don't know . . . want me baptised?" Dagon stares at Crowley blankly for a second before handing them the assignment kit. "You’ll start tomorrow. The address is highlighted, if you get lost and have to call me for directions I will direct you through at least three traffic jams."

And the one you mentioned that everyone knows and loves...

One Night In Bangor (And the World's Your Oyster) by Atalan (E)

"All right, I know I'm going to regret asking this," Aziraphale says. "What exactly does this wager entail?" Crowley grins like the cat that not only got the cream but has absconded with the entire cow. He grabs the bottle and swigs straight from it despite Aziraphale's tut of disapproval.  "The pot goes to whichever demon can get an angel into bed by the end of the evening."  AKA The Fic That Tumblr Made Me Write. Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it.

- Mod D

[polywomp]

A hilarious GO AU… vampires, witches & werewolves, oh my!

Highly recommended for a sweet laugh

[handyowlet]

This is a hilarious sort-of human AU. I can’t share my favorite bits because they’re all text messages and spoilery, but know that Aziraphale thinks Crowley isn’t human, and Crowley thinks Aziraphale has just been kicked out of a cult that thinks they are vampire hunters, and they’re both wrong.

[prolix-principality]

On The Habits Of Vampires And Retired Goths - munchmulch

The thing is about Crowley's new neighbor, the thing is that Crowley is very, very gay.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31128335/

Good Omens: Crowley, Aziraphale, Tracy, Anathema, Shadwell (mentioned) 9 chapters; 21,117 words. ~ “That’s called infatuation, dear.” Tracy is attempting to hide her smile and seems entirely too sober considering she’s had just as much to drink as Crowley.

“Nnnn, noo, n you don’ understand!” Crowley flings an arm in the air to try and convey the point, “is, is, hes jst, they’re jis” Crowley pinwheels the arm, “did I tell you about the table? I told you about the table right? And the dears and the pipping, pip-pip? Smile, told you?” ~ Warning: custom formatting, illustrated, footnotes, food/alcohol, chronic pain/meds, amateur blood draw, vomit, mild body horror, animal bite, discussion of consent/past dubious consent to medical procedures, painful/nonconsensual magical transformation, brief (past) suicidal behavior/fatphobia, (brief!) mentions of hypothetical murder/cults/police/animal endangerment/animal excrement

[lonicera-caprifolium]

It’s the first time they’ve seen the room and it’s a mess. Toys and large bones scattered around a dog bed in the middle of the floor. There’s a noticeable absence of any actual bed...

...Aziraphale isn’t here. Crowley is going to have to take care of this dog until Aziraphale comes back.

a commission for the absolutely fantastic @munchmulch, to go with chapter 6 of their fic-

On the Habits of Vampires and Retired Goths (link 💫)

[apocalypsenah]

Here's part 1 of 2 paintings for the lovely @munchmulch as part of the @do-it-with-style-events Ineffable Gift Exchange! I loved that you love Madam Tracy so much in your prompts, so here's a portrait/advertisement for her fortune telling! Hope you're having a great holiday season. 💚

Thanks so much to the lovely event mods as well for being so understanding and helpful! And for matching the two of us up so well, I had such a hard time deciding what prompts to work with (hence the two paintings ^_^)

[fagderolo]

1. What song makes you feel better?

hmm DEPENDS but coast by patrick stump is a p good one

[holycatsandrabbits]

My Good Omens fic rec for June 28 is by @munchmulch!

This is a very sweet tale about the husbands’ first Christmas together in their cottage.

2732 words, Rated T, no archive warnings apply

Crowley is why this year, as the weather gets colder and people start putting up lights, Aziraphale contemplates actually celebrating something in a more substantial way.

Because this year, the first year living with Crowley, Aziraphale is part of something. For all the demon is only one person their marriage has made Aziraphale part of a family, a partnership which feels remarkably human even if neither of them are.

More of Dannye’s artist recs and fic recs

[supergeek21]

Hehe! I’m in love with the yellow team victory banner art from the @do-it-with-style-events #WhoNeedsAGreatPlan event! It was so much fun competing alongside @the-bentley @vivi-theakuneko @mimsynims @munchmulch @d20owlbear and @crawling-crawly!

[aziraphales-library]

Hey, I love you guys sm! Thanks for the amazing work

Could I ask for more kid fic recs? Especially if they include Warlock too.

Also, if you wouldn't mind, some queer!warlock & the ineffables recs would be perfect!

I've read almost everything there is in your tags regarding this tropes and I'm struggling to find new ones by myself.

Thx! <3

There are only a finite number of fics, and at this point I think we have just about all of them on our #kid fic tag! I have managed to scrape up a few more, a couple of which include queer Warlock...

(Re)Found Family by N_N_Nics_s_s (T)

Warlock knew four things. One, They were in Soho. Two, they needed to get back to the room they were renting. Three, they had no idea how to get back. Four, their phone was dead and they had a cord but not a battery pack. Maybe they could ask one of the shop owners if they could plug in their phone in their shop? Yeah, that seemed like a good plan. Or: Warlock gets lost in Soho and goes into one A.Z. Fell & Co. and ends up with an unexpected reunion.

When 'Baby A' Grew Up: Soho by seekeronthepath (T)

Now that he's reunited with Crowley and Aziraphale, Warlock starts figuring out who HE is. Who they are? Something like that, anyway.

Devil's backbone by Joseph_Amadeus (T)

Single father Ezra Fell and a single father Anthony Crowley meet when Ezra needs his plumbing fixed. There's no innuendo here, none at all! It's just that they... Get along. They get along very well.

what you feel is what you are by suzukiblu (T)

Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis retire at the same time, without any warning or anything. Warlock doesn’t need a nanny anymore and it doesn’t matter who the gardener is, but . . . But they retire without any warning, and they don’t even say goodbye. Not to him, at least.

Creative Writing for Creative Children and Panicked Nannies by munchmulch (T)

Unsurprisingly, it only takes a few moments for pounding feet to be heard from the hall before a harried looking man skids to the entrance of the room, halting with a jerk before actually stepping in. “Adam! You can’t just run off like that! I told you that they’re not going to want a bloo—“ he cuts himself off with a strangled sound, “blasted adult sitting in on a club!” --- Aziraphale is as prepared for the new school year as he can be-- what he's not prepared for is an awkward man in sunglasses who's about to pull Aziraphale into not only his own life, but the lives of Aziraphale's students.

Secret Santa by AppleSeeds (T)

On the advice of his therapist, Crowley signs up to be a 'Secret Santa', an anonymous gift-giver for a community initiative aiming to bring some Christmas joy into the lives of people going through a hard time. He's partnered with Aziraphale, a librarian who has lost his home and bookshop in a fire. Through the power of Christmas Magic, Crowley ends up meeting Aziraphale in person when he takes his nephew to the library and is immediately smitten. He becomes determined to use his expertise and influence to give Aziraphale the only Christmas present that could really make a difference, but are some things too important to be kept secret?

- Mod D

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[munchmulch]

Crowley grimaces. "Nhnnnnggg, ok, alright. But, hear me out." They flick a hand dramatically. "An angel! A being who can make Holy water! Even if I can keep the whole human disguise thing up, what if they, I don't know . . . want me baptised?"

Dagon stares at Crowley blankly for a second before handing them the assignment kit. "You’ll start tomorrow. The address is highlighted, if you get lost and have to call me for directions I will direct you through at least three traffic jams."

Words: 12898

[creative-poptart]

Sans had never been more scared in his life, save for maybe the one or two times he lost Papyrus in the snow. This was a significant step forward for how the rest of his days would look, and if he messed this up, he would be miserable. Of course, he knew that he wanted to do this. 

Ever since he had met Toriel on the Surface, he had felt some special connection to her. Whether it was because his soul was calling out for her or not, something about the former queen of monsterkind was so enticing to him. Was it the puns? The way she would bleat if she laughed too hard at a joke? The radiance of her presence in general?

He didn’t know the answer, but he was happy all the same. 

Upon all of monsterkind reaching the surface world again, however, the pair had drifted apart. Tori was busy working with the newly appointed ambassador to keep the monster-human relations calm and settled, and Sans was busy trying to make enough funds to get himself and Papyrus settled. With all the extra hubbub, there wasn’t nearly enough time for the two punny buddies to try and get together.

“BROTHER, YOU HAVE BEEN SULKING THERE FOR THE PAST HOUR!” Papyrus called from where he stood at the stove, working on prepping dinner for the pair. “IF YOU ARE GOING TO SEE LADY TORIEL TODAY, THEN YOU WILL NEED TO MOVE YOUR BODY TO ACTUALLY GO AND SEE HER! I CAN ASSURE YOU THAT SHE WILL NOT BE COMING HERE WITHOUT PROMPTING!”

“right as always, paps,” Sans replied, not moving an inch from where he sat at the table. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go see Toriel, it was that he was horribly frightened about what she could say to him.

Over several months, before leaving the Underground, Sans realized he was starting to develop feelings for whoever was behind the big purple door to the Ruins. Despite never having seen who it was, he felt compelled to know more about them, telling jokes of all kinds through the door and trying to win them over. The voice was decidedly female, and Sans fell more in love with her as their little routine of telling jokes continued. Learning that he was sharing puns and falling for the former queen was undoubtedly a shock, but it changed nothing for him.

In fact, Sans was in so deep now that he could hardly stand to be away from her, always wondering when they were going to meet again next. There had been a few meetings since leaving the Underground, but not nearly enough to satiate the itching in his soul. It called for her softly, day in and day out. 

“BROTHER!!” Once again, Papyrus’ voice snapped Sans out of his reverie and brought him back to reality. This time, however, the taller of the two stood over his brother, hands placed on his hipbones, and a scowl on his face. Sans could figure out what he was going to be told, so he shrugged and slid off his chair.

“okay, bro, i’m going, see?” he mumbled as he shuffled over to get his sneakers on. Papyrus seemed satisfied with this and turned back to cooking dinner. 

“JUST MAKE SURE YOU ACTUALLY COME HOME TONIGHT!” he called over his shoulder. “I’VE BEEN PRACTICING A NEW PASTA DISH AND I WOULDN’T WANT YOU TO MISS IT!”

“sure thing, papyrus,” Sans called back, then took a shortcut to make it to Toriel’s house. He had only been here once or twice before, but that was more than enough for him to get acquainted with the area and find some shortcuts to it. As he saw the door in front of him, he took a deep breath, steeling the nerves he didn’t technically have for what he wanted to do.

With a faintly trembling hand, he knocked on the door twice, as was their tradition. For a few terrifying seconds, no one answered, and for a moment Sans was relieved that he might not have to do this today. 

“Who’s there?” came Toriel’s voice, just a moment before he was going to leave to try again later. 

“kenya,” he blurted on instinct, any preparations he had made before flying out the window. There was a soft chuckle on the other side of the door.

“Kenya who?”

“keyna let me in? it’s cold out here,” Sans quipped, winking even though he knew she wouldn’t see it. Toriel laughed from her side, then pulled the door open to look at him. Her smile was bright and wide, her posture relaxed, and an apron wrapped around her middle. She must have been baking or cooking dinner before he arrived.

“Hello there, my friend, to what do I owe the pleasure?” she asked smoothly, holding the door open a little wider as an invitation to come in. Sans stayed where he was, acutely aware of how he was beginning to sweat a little bit.

“i actually came over to tell you something important,” he said. Toriel’s eyebrows rose a little bit and she nodded, an indication to continue. Sans took another deep breath. This was the make-or-break moment.

“i-if you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber,” he started, trying to ease himself into the process. Toriel laughed lightly at that one, but he didn’t miss the light pink color creeping up across her cheeks and snout. The sight of that alone gave him enough confidence to continue with his plans.”

“are you a parking ticket? because you’ve got fine written all over you!” This line was accompanied by a set of finger guns, which also prompted more laughter. However, Sans could see that it was working, at least a little, so it was time to ask the one question he had been dreading.

“do you happen to have an extra heart? b-because i think you just stole mine.”

Toriel stopped laughing at that one, her eyes going wide and the blush on her cheeks amping up to a ten. Sans fiddled with his phalanges nervously, his soul pounding in his chest as she stared at him in shock. The seconds ticked by, making him all the more nervous, but then she finally spoke up.

“Sans, can you feel my apron for me?” The odd nature of the request threw him for a loop, but the skeleton monster did as he was asked. “What does that feel like to you?”

“uh, cotton, maybe?” he responded with a shrug. As he looked up, he could see Tori grinning, an expression that grew when he gave his answer.

“No, it’s made out of girlfriend material,” she told him. Sans blinked once, twice, then felt the magical blush rising to his cheekbones start to intensify. The former queen leaned down to plant a small kiss to the side of his cheekbones, and for once, the silver-tongued skeleton didn’t have a single thing to say.

“Shall we meet up on Friday at seven for a date, then?” Toriel asked him softly. Sans was still struck dumb, so he nodded mutely, eye sockets wide in surprise. The goat monster smiled at him, bid him goodnight, asked him to say hello to Papyrus, and said she was looking forward to their date. Shortly afterward, she closed the door, leaving Sans on the porch.

He raised a hand to his cheekbone, where Toriel had kissed it, then began to smile. His soul started singing and he was overjoyed, taking a shortcut straight home so that he didn’t look weird for standing there too long. 

That went much better than expected.

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@undertalesecretsanta

This is my part for the Undertale Secret Santa, a gift for @munchmulch!!! Hope you enjoy the little drabble I wrote up for you!

[apocalypsenah]

...and here’s painting #2 for @munchmulch, some soft wing grooming! Hope you’re having a wonderful holiday season! :)

Done for the @do-it-with-style-events‘ Good Omens Ineffable Gift Exchange!