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Good Omens (All Media Types) #041 Title: What Happens in Eden Stays in Eden Pairing/Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, Gabriel, Satan, Michael, Beelzebub, Minor Background Characters, Aziraphale/Crowley, Crowley/Satan Rating: Mature | M Warnings/Tags: Chooses not to use Warnings Human au, summer camp au, underage, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, abuse of authority, manipulation, grooming, dubious consent, recreational drug use, bullying Summary: When sixteen year old Ezra Fell has to spend his summer at a camp he used to go to as a child, his best friend Anthony Crowley begrudgingly agrees to go with him.

Stumbling between wanting to maintain their friendship and his growing crush, Crowley finds himself thrown into a messier situation than he has been expecting.

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[sayatsugu]

Inspired by Factory Settings

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[lauramoon1987]

ANGST WAR-THE BEGINNING -BONUS PAGE (4) @goodomensafterdark

strike back to writers.

@gleafer @vavoom-sorted-art @gahellhimself-blog @daneecastle @kotias

Oh oh ooooh!!

[leoreadss]

Do you know what adulthood means?

It means It's 3:10 in the morning, you can't sleep, and the fanfic you've been reading for the past hour and a half is so good you literally have to force yourself to put it down when all of a sudden you remember you're on your own, you have free will so you take a shower, blast your fav Girl in Red song in your earbuds, go to the kitchen and make the fluffiest gluten-free, chocolate and peanut butter pancake you've ever made, go back to the computer and decide to open blender to work on that scene you really want to make.

That. That's what adulthood means.

For those who wonder, no I did not take a picture of the pancake, I was very much hungry.

I did take a picture of the scene I'm working on so here it is.

Could you imagine what it would be?

After writing this post, it's now 3:39, the pancakes have been eaten, the scene has been updated, the photo has been edited and I think I'm tired.

[actual-changeling]

i cannot resist a piece of good, painful angst, so have a little something inspired by this post by @quoththemaiden and the tags i left on it

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Aziraphale returns to heaven in a haze of heartbreak and fear, his lips still tingling with Crowley's kiss, his fingers twitching with the urge to reach for him. The white sterility welcoming him only encourages his mind to drift further, allowing him to tune out the Metatron's words and focus on simply setting one foot in front of the other. If heaven has not changed in the last few thousand years, and he knows very well that it hasn't, there will be more than enough paperwork detailing anything and everything he is being told.

"Any questions, Aziraphale?"

They have stopped in the middle of a long, empty corridor, his eyes stinging with the bleach-dry air, and Aziraphale blinks, the smile on his face never wavering; it is a mask he knows he will not be able to drop for quite some time.

"Do I have an office?"

"You can make yourself one if you deem it necessary. I will leave you to it, then."

With a small flash of light, he is gone, and Aziraphale is alone. Right.

A few hours later, he has an office no miracle in the world could make cosy, enough paperwork to last him an eternity, and a persistent itch in his left hand. It is more irritating than bothersome, an anchor keeping him from floating away into the land of celestial regulations and legal frameworks, and he is trying (and failing) to keep himself from thinking about Crowley.

He needs him to deal with this, that much is clear without knowing anything at all about how exactly the second coming is going to transpire, but for the first time in six thousand years, Aziraphale finds himself wondering if Crowley will be waiting for him when he reaches out.

Absently, he scratches the back of his left hand, the itching seemingly working its way to the surface, and picks up the next folder.

'Re: The matter of opening a direct communication line between the Department of Miracle Accounting and the Department of Miracle Archiving.'

"You'd assume they'd done that ages ago," he murmurs, opening it with a sigh and squeezing his eyes shut when he sees the first document dates back to 3076 BC. A sudden wave of sympathy for Gabriel washes through him, which disappears rather quickly when he remembers he is probably having the time of his life on Alpha Centauri.

(Even if this all ends up in a puddle of burning goo we can-- go off together.)

(Go off together?)

Aziraphale slams the folder shut and pushes it to the side, creating a new 'unimportant/for later' pile since the other one is already structurally unsound and he'd rather not have to reorganize it when it inevitably collapses under its own weight.

He scrubs a hand down his face (I could always rely on you) and forces himself to take a deep, steadying breath (You could always rely on me) before reaching for the next one, halting when a shimmer of gold draws his attention.

(And I would like to spend-)

On his left hand, in the exact spot where the itch is… was Aziraphale corrects himself, and in its place, curled around his ring finger and weaving its way towards his wrist, is a golden snake. No, not a snake, he slowly realizes, it's Crowley's snake in all its glory, uncurled and with wide open, unblinking eyes, staring up at him.

"Fuck," he breathes, his right hand rapidly furling and unfurling. After not spending more than an hour or two in heaven at a time for millennia, he had completely forgotten about his angelic markings, which had looked very different before Eden. The exact images are hazy, washed out by time and apparently a fundamental change in his essence, because the snake lazily sliding around his wrist and closing its eyes as if to nap is both new and strangely familiar.

(Listen. Do you hear that?)

Tremors run through his body, fine and yet strong enough to keep him from opening the file, from reading, thinking, planning, his mind filled with fire-red hair and golden eyes and the taste of love on his tongue.

(I don't hear anything.)

Aziraphale cradles his marked hand against his chest, pressing his knuckles to his lips and trying to recall the few seconds during which he had felt whole. Happy.

(That's the point. No nightingales.)

The snake hisses quietly, or maybe he is already starting to lose his sanity, and its glittering scales provide what little comfort he can access in heaven, missing the white noise of London, the dusty quiet of his bookshop, missing Crowley, Crowley, Crowley.

[the-literal-kj]

SHOW THE WAY

Chapters 1 through 7 out of 10 -- 2 new chapters up!

Written for the 2024 Good Omens Theatre Reverse Bang, with concept & stunning art by the incomparable @illustrious-slimeman!

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Good Omens fanfiction. 14k/25k words. Currently Rated M. Read it on A03.

SUMMARY: There was a point in Crowley’s life when he wouldn’t have been caught dead aboard the Metro-North Railroad commuter train bound for the hell that was Connecticut. And yet, here he was. Far enough from New York City so his reputation doesn't precede him and at his latest gig as a lighting tech, he meets stuffy, rules-following, interim-director Aziraphale. But is there room enough in Greenwich for two drama queens?

CW: Mind the CWs at the start of each chapter!! We're getting a bit serious now before that happy ending!

Thank you to my betas @hakunahistata, @gaiaseyes451, @angie-words, @ines2925, @playdohangel & @secretlywingedphantom and to the @goodomensafterdark and @whickberstreetwriters communities for all their support!!

Excerpt:

There was a hush out here. No highways, no birds even. Not at this hour. But Crowley could hear the blood rush in his ears as he drew closer, as he watched Luc twist the deadbolt shut. Just the two of them, falling back on old habits that hadn’t been buried far enough under the farmhouse dirt.  Crowley’s lips were on Luc’s before he could convince himself otherwise, tasting nectar and cinnamon undercut by a hard line of his own guilt. He’d said he wanted to forget, but everything about this was excruciatingly familiar, right down to the feeling of Luc’s body pressed between his and the wall, though perhaps a touch softer than he’d known before. It was home and safety and asylum and Luc did that thing with his tongue that he’d always liked and then those hands were pressing on his chest and– “Anthony, wait.” 

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💚 kj

[seishinnookami]

chapter two; No way I’m doing this!

Twisted wonderland x Obey me crossover

Not a real timeline

perspective: second

disclamer; passing out, mention of kidnapping, crowded street

[Obey me perspective]

Mc, who was currently in Devildom’s new coffee shop, or at least, going there through the sea of other demons. 

“OI! MC! Can’t you be faster?!” 

The puffing voice of Mammon called out to them; making them roll their eyes. 

“I’m coming!!” 

They announced, struggling to keep up with his long legs. The unbothered demons pushing them around until Mammon notices and tried to play the hero. 

“I’m coming you little human!” 

He smirks, reaching out towards Mc.

Who in return, raises their hand to hold into his, wanting to get out of this crowd. 

As they open their palm, the sound of horse’s shoes clicking on the ground could be heard, other sounds dulling out. 

A hand from behind them grasping their hand before it could touch Mammon’s. They could see the surprise and fear reflected in the prince of greed’s eyes. 

“MC!” 

He called out turning into his demon form, but they couldn’t see anymore of what was happening;

The edges of their gaze hazing before everything goes black. 

They feels weightless,  almost like they was in the sea. They opens their eyes, seeing nothing but black, until a soft light appears before them. They reached their hands out towards the light, something floating before them.

A mirror…

It didn’t have their reflection, when soon a face has shown up. 

“…” 

It said nothing, just stare at the frightened Mc, it opened its mouth, yet its voice seemingly came from Mc’s mind.

They didn’t understand what it said, before it turned black again, this time, they was greeted by an annoying voice 

“Oh? Human!! Wake up!!! What are you doing here?!” 

They flinched, sun shining into their eyes. It soon settled, making them see the man? That stood above them. 

“W-what?” 

“Come, come! We don’t have time for this, you have to leave! I have been gracious enough to have one magicless student, I’m not gonna have two!” 

“Magicless?” 

They echoed, what? They has magic! What is this maniac talking about…

“Hmp! Come on!” 

The weird masked man yapped, grabbing them by their hand. 

Which finally woke them up, they grabbed the man’s clothes by his chest, yanking him and kicking his stomach, which flew him over them, landing in the grass with a tud. 

Huh.. it looks like what Lucifer taught them didn’t go to waste! 

They scramble onto their feet, looking around. This was a weird place, nothing was familiar. 

“Ouch..” 

The man on the ground grunted, making Mc’s attention snap back to him. 

They raised a hand, quickly trying to summon Lucifer. 

“Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command! I, MC, call upon you to send forth one of your number! I summon the Avatar of Wrath, Lucifer!”

They waited for that soft burn on their pact mark, to see Lucifer’s demon wings from behind.. but nothing came.

“What?” 

They mumbled, completely caught off guard. 

“I’m done playing games! I’m oh so kind to not leave you here by your self!” 

The strange man said, grabbing them and throwing them onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

“OI! LET GO OF ME YOU BIRD- THING- UH!” 

They screamed, hitting his back. They really should have really listened when Levi was cursing them out..

"Denizens of darkness, awaken! Hear me I am MC the master of Beelzebub avatar of Gluttony I call upon you to lend your powers to this demon"

They tried again, hoping to get Beel’s strength to wiggle out of the man’s hold. But once again, nothing happened. 

“Quit squirming, and let me help you! I’m truly too kind!” 

The man with the weird hat laughed, bringing Mc into a strange looking hall, where they was met with the same mirror that appeared before them!

“Oh hell nah!” 

They yelped when they were dropped before the mirror, glaring up at the man while he talked to the mirror. 

About sending them home? Huh?

After trying to make sense of what is happening, they caught the last thing that the mirror said. 

“I can’t send them home. There is no home for them.” 

“WHAT?!” 

They screamed, making the man jump back. 

“HAHAHA! No! No way I’m redoing all this!” 

They freaked out, there was no way they was going to going through all that again. They wanted to go back to the brothers, to talk with Solomon again,  spend time with the angles! No way they was going to leave them behind!! They still had to tease Luke for being short!! 

Meanwhile they started pacing, cursing out the mirror while rambling to themselves, the weird man had snook out the door. 

Mc patted themselves over, trying to find anything useful, they was panicking; wanting to see Diavolo’s calming smile again! They had to get famous on devilgram with Asmo!

“No! I did not survive those troublesome demons to get dragged kidnapped AGAIN?! Haha! No way! I’m not going to start a new school, leave all things behind again?! I’m not going through that, AGAIN!” 

They huffed, stopping as they started to feel dizzy. Mc sighed, out of breath, turned towards the stupid bird man who dragged them inside. 

Their eyes land on Yuu. 

“… Yuu?” 

They whispered, eyes widened. How.. how were they here?! 

Mc stared at Yuu, eyes wide with tears starting to gather in them. All those nights, spent in tears and sleepless turning. All those moments where they knew they couldn’t stop because they had to find their sibling… 

And now Yuu was before them. 

But how?! 

How was Yuu in this world? 

They didn’t look much different from when they saw each other last. Mc’s could help but step closer to the two, cheeks drenched in salty tears.

“I’m sorry.. do i know you?” 

Their step falters, eyes wide as they fall onto their knees. It seemed like the world was falling apart around them, shattering like glass.

“W-what?” 

They sound lost, breathless and confused. 

“Yuu? This isn’t funny!” 

Yuu looks apologetic. Looking at Mc with a small frown. 

“Yuu! It’s me, (om)y/n!” 

They cried out, hoping this was all just a cruel joke. 

“I-i am truly sorry, but I don’t know you.” 

Yuu repeated, their voice sounding empty in the air against the cries of Mc. They didn’t believe this day could get worse. So many things happened all at once. He wanted to go home, HOME home, back in the normal world and with Yuu and their parents.. 

the soft steps of Yuu’s shoe could be heard as it echoed through the hall. It danced with the echo of the stranger’s sobs, almost like a dark lullaby, trying to lull someone to eternal sleep. 

“I may not know you…” 

they whispered, kneeling down before the broken looking body of trembling sobs . Who looked up at them with- lashes sticking together from their tears. (-their skin sparkling with the salty, sad liquid) [< for those who don’t have hair] 

“But.. could you tell me who you are? To me?” 

“I’m your sibling..” 

They answered softly, as their eyes met, the same eyes Mc had missed every day. When they looked in the mirror and Yuu’s smile faced them.. 

“… I’m sorry for not remembering you…” 

“Why?… Why don’t you remember?” 

They questioned whether this was even real, finding their sibling, only for them to not remember. This had to be a nightmare, for sure! Or maybe one of the demon’s playing a trick on them! 

“I don’t remember anything that happened before coming here..” 

Yuu revealed, sighing as they was about to explain, bird man’s loud voice cut throughout the soft, broken atmosphere that settled on the two siblings. 

“You can all talk this out at Ramshackle!” 

he decided, grabbing both, which earned him a slap on the hand from MC. Giving him a glare that said “touch me and i’ll bite off your hand.”  

The man quickly backed off, not liking this more feral version of Yuu. 

He cleared his throat, putting a hand over his chest, the other onto his hip. 

“Because i’m so kind, i’ll let you, an another magicless human stay here! Aren’t I just the best?” 

He laughed, turning around and walking away while singing praises to himself. Mc’s eye twitched, the strange man reminding him of Mammon’s cocky behaviour.

“Yeah, the best at being the worse… He’s like a worse version of Mammon…”

Mc mumbles, making Yuu chuckle softly. 

“You’ll get used to it after a while. C’mon, i’ll being you to your dormitory.. if you can call it that.” 

“Oh dear…” 

Yuu chuckled, standing up and offering a hand down to them. 

“Shall we?” 

they looked at their hand, a soft smile edging onto their lips. 

“You haven’t changed a bit..” 

they chuckle, putting their hand into Yuu’s palm.

“We shall.”

[ineffablyruined]

On this episode of things that keep me up at night:

I wonder if we'll get a mirror of how Aziraphale was manipulated by the Metatron, but with Crowley, in s3.

Picture it:

Crowley's only friend for the last 6000 years has just rejected him and left him behind.

Lucifer shows up with a bottle of gin, which, okay it's not his favorite, but the thought is nice, right? And whatever he has to say must be super important for the Devil himself to show up just to speak with a demon with no affiliation to Hell.

And he starts praising Crowley. How right Crowley was to stop the first Armageddon, even if Lucifer hadn't seen it at the time. Hell was understaffed after all, they would have been decimated. How strategic Crowley's mind is. How brilliant he'd been at his temptations.

The Second Coming will wipe out Earth and demons alike. And wouldn't Crowley consider coming back to Hell to work with him to stop it again? They need someone with experience stopping these things, someone who knows how the Earth works better than anyone.

And then he starts talking about how toxic Heaven is. How he heard that Crowley's angel compatriot returned to the fold. How worried Crowley must be about his friend.

If Crowley will just come back, Lucifer will make sure that nothing happens to the angel. Hell will guarantee that if Aziraphale falls (through no fault of his own, of course, it's just that Heaven is so fickle like that, just look at Crowley's own fall), or even if he doesn't fall, but just needs a safe harbour from Heaven, he will have a safe place waiting for him in Hell. Protected.

Maybe it feels just like hanging out with Luci and the guys all those ages ago before the Fall, before the War. Maybe someone actually wants him around.

How is he supposed to turn down help saving the world when his usual partner is gone? How is he supposed to turn down an offer of safety for Aziraphale if it all goes sideways, like he knows Heaven will.

And maybe later he understands how Aziraphale could have gone back to Heaven, because he just did the same thing with Hell.

[beastsovrevelation]

The Hell now, I'm drooling over the Good Omens version of Archangel Michael, too?..

The tag's about Lady Crowley, not myself, but still...

I mean..

She does seem like she'd take and rail you.

[ineffableteeth]

Aziraphale is so underestimated, he’s not as powerful as Crowley by default but he can fuck shit up

S3 better show us some more BAMF Aziraphale

[wasleichtesart]

Again a bit late for @rareomens ' February prompt of Crowley and Lucifer, but alas!

What is Lucifer telling our little star maker?

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Good Omens (All Media Types) #041 Title: What Happens in Eden Stays in Eden Pairing/Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, Gabriel, Satan, Michael, Beelzebub, Minor Background Characters, Aziraphale/Crowley, Crowley/Satan Rating: Mature | M Warnings/Tags: Chooses not to use Warnings Human au, summer camp au, underage, unhealthy relationships, power imbalance, abuse of authority, manipulation, grooming, dubious consent, recreational drug use, bullying Summary: When sixteen year old Ezra Fell has to spend his summer at a camp he used to go to as a child, his best friend Anthony Crowley begrudgingly agrees to go with him.

Stumbling between wanting to maintain their friendship and his growing crush, Crowley finds himself thrown into a messier situation than he has been expecting.

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[this-is-a-nice-show]

I adore any and all Supernatural and Good Omen crossovers because On one hand, you have a show comprised of at least 60% male brooding and emotional heart to hearts with jarring, nonsensical, violent plot points almost always with a devastating season finale.

And on the other hand, you have a show featuring an unlikely pairing who constantly bicker but also would die for each other in a heartbeat exclusively in the most stupid, chaotic, and unnecessary way possible.

They both have extremely established lore in their universes that do not line up whatsoever. My favourite part is someone trying to combine the lore or totally disregard the rules of these universes like a prophet who has heard whispers of the word of god/Chuck directly and is communicating their word to us. And they are beautifully creative every time. Every take is completely different on how the lore is combined and I'm still like "You're so damn right. Cheers, I'll drink to that."

But ignoring the biblical themes of both shows they have so many similarities...

A vintage car is kept in pristine condition and is almost exclusively the main method of transportation. "Get in the car, angel! Alpha Centuri!" - Crowley (2019, colourized). Okay, were you planning on driving to Alpha Centuri??? "Hop in the car, Sam. Time to go on our day-long road trip for the second time this week." For fucks sake, you have infinite money. Buy a plane ticket.

We listen to One Song. A Nightingale Sang in Berkley Square. Carry On My Wayward Son.

We will extend our musical selection To A Certain Extent. Queen only. No modern music.

Angst.

Weird Haircuts.

Zombies, Nazis, Witches. Unclear definition of what the capabilities of witches are in both universes. Dean killed Hitler, Crowley killed three nazis.

Female love interest? Ehhh... No, thank you.

Male love interest? Ehhh... No, thank you. I'm rolling with genderless Crowley/Aziraphale. But don't worry because Castiel is happiest when he says he loves Dean. If that doesn't say platonic male friendships, I don't know what does. /s

Dumbass Behaviour. "Yes, I am playing detective searching for Clues for Archangel Gabriel. No, I did not inspect the Clue that he showed up with." "Yes, I have many, many contacts throughout not just Earth but also Heaven and Hell. No, I will not contact anyone for help."

Pornography and Sex Workers.

Risking death and destruction for others. Crowley rescues Aziraphale in France, Aziraphale saves Crowley by getting the photo back from the Nazi zombies. In Supernatural wtf, where to start...

The line between 'good' and 'evil' is virtually nonexistent. However, humans are regarded as 'closer to evil than good' or 'more likely to be evil than good'.

Found Family. "Hey hellspawn, you want two dads? No? Well how about a Nanny and a Brother Francis?" & "Hellspawn #2, tell your dad to fuck off and then bing-bang-boom, adoption complete. Adopted parents are just parents." "Hey hellspawn, you want three dads? No-oh wait, you do? Great."

God/Chuck is treated as a neglectful parent. They still seem hopeful that they'll receive help at some point but understand that they are required to fend for themselves and that can include going up against god/Chuck. It is cannon in Supernatural that all beings project their daddy issues onto Chuck.

They drink an extraordinary amount of alcohol and can sober up quickly. Good Omens is self-explanatory. But I've never met a person who can shotgun four beers back-to-back and shoot dead center. They have to be sobering up in between these activities.

They only own One Outfit. Coat/trench coat, waistcoat (optional), tie/scarf (optional), one or more layered shirts, jeans/slacks, and shoes. And of course, you have the accessories. Dean's necklace and Aziraphale's ring + watch. And it is cannon that in Supernatural, the characters (not the actors playing the characters, but the actual characters) wear a full face of makeup. And you can see Crowley/Aziraphale's makeup. Their lip colour changes pretty frequently. The angels in Heaven wear gold lipstick iirc.

Both of their main 'bases' are filled with books. The bookstore (for obvious reasons) and the Winchester's bunker has their hunter's manuals and the fucking Supernatural books.

The actors that play the characters canonically exist in their universes as well as thier characters. Dr. Who exists in Good Omens -> David Tennent exists in Good Omens along with Crowley. There is an episode of Supernatural where the main 3 exist in the 'real world' -> those 3 actors also exist in Supernatural. (There are multiple episodes where this happens without Castiel, but there is only one where Misha Colins plays himself.)

The most glaring difference between the shows is: one is developed starting with the characters and one is developed starting with the plot. Sam and Dean are inserted into a plot that they had no control in creating. Their father placed them into situations, and they were forced to find a way to survive. Crowley and Aziraphale literally started the story. They should understand the concepts of anything that happens in the plot (to a certain extent). As in, unlike the Winchesters, they don't need to do copious amounts of reading to foil nefarious plans.

Dean, Sam, and Castiel are pessimistic and dismissive of help. Other beings have to prove themselves worthy of their trust and usually not the other way around. Crowley and Aziraphale are optimistic and see the good in humanity. They enjoy the simple everyday joys of being human and they had the trust of Hell/Heaven for 6,000 years, up until Michael found the pictures of the two on Earth.

But would Crowley/Aziraphale drink bargain bin beer? Go to the greasiest diner imaginable? Directly commit murder? Participate in hand-to-hand combat? Would the Winchesters/Castiel drink a fancy, expensive wine? Go to the Ritz? Analyze their thoughts from a different perspective? Read a book for fun?

NO, and that is why I love you fanfiction writers and artists. I appreciate everything you do. <3

Something a little sad under the cut

I think the reason why I haven't been able to see more fun? silly? (idk how to describe it) fan fiction of SPN without crossovers is because Good Omens has never made fun of its audience or belittled how much effort goes into making content. When you know that you're actively being mocked by the show you like, you have to be on your Best Behaviour and Don't Fuck Up.

I remember that they were upset that the show attracted an audience of teenage girls. They made multiple episodes making fun of cosplayers, what I can only describe as an "obsessive fan girl", and destiel.

It feels like the people involved in Good Omens actually care about it and give a shit and that feels like putting lotion on a sunburn. Y'know?

[casimirt]

Dear Readers,

I AM SHOOKETH. My mother thought this whole time, that the reason I wasn't sharing my poetry with her, was because it was depressing or personal.

HOW DO I TELL HER ITS ABOUT IMMORTAL GAY MEN?!

FUCK.

[anxiety-disaster]

Supernatural ♡ fan server ♡

[constanzel]

Everything makes me think of THEM <3