#scorn and the saint-maker

[e-rated-beardo]

Belated art for chapter 35 of Scorn and the Saint-Maker + wips

I didn't have any chapter art when I posted chapter 35 of Scorn the other week, but in between then and now I decided I wanted to learn how to draw kisses, and, well...

Here it is in context on AO3 (the link drops you right after the end of the smut).

WIPs and stuff below the cut ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️

Some WIPs for ya, why not (I found a really good stock image of Gay Cuddling™️ for reference btw; for once these weren't like Tom of Finland-vibe Muscle Gays™️ which is usually what you find lol, so they didn't need to have their body shapes modified quite as much for our middle-aged normal-shaped people.)

Woop woop look at what a mess I made on their faces on the pencil sketch (idk I redrew their mouths probably 16 times and this isn't even the final version)

I ended up adding quite a bit of shading and stuff digitally after the standard colour adjustments (the paper would have died if I'd slathered that much paint and water on it, my bad for using paper for made for pencil instead of watercolour lol):

Reminder that their colours are switched in Scorn and the Saint-Maker, it has Story Reasons(tm) just run with it pls

@goodomensafterdark hey do you want to rb this or (❤️)

[e-rated-beardo]

Scorn and the Saint-Maker, chapter 38: Don’t I love him so?

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 38 summary: While Anthony deals with a certain triumphant return, Fell never learnt of the disappearance. The two of them finally share some thoughts they’ve kept to themselves.

Rating: Chapter rated M at worst, for some enthusiastic thirst. Fic rated E for skippable smut.

CN: References to alcoholism and illness.

Excerpt:

“You’ve already said yourself, Fell, that you can’t solve his problems for him. When you told me that, what thoughts were going through your mind?” “I’d like to,” he’d said at length. “On the one hand, I’d like to. If I could… fix it for him…” He’d sighed. “On the other hand, it’s not – not my job; I… I don’t want that responsibility.” Lisa Whitlow, who had had plenty of troubled academics sit fretting in her office, some of them about the very same topic, had waited out his silence. “What if I do too much and I hurt myself?” She had nodded. “That’s a valid worry to have.” “And I’ve only even known him since September. Not half a year. I don’t want to overstep and come across as too—” He’d broken off; struggled for words. “Too intense, I suppose,” he’d approximated. “Too soon. Too… much.”

Read chapter 38 on AO3 ➡️ or start from the beginning ↩️ (163k words, WIP)

@goodomensafterdark

[good-omens-fanfic-be-like]

Here are some quotes from two works that are still in progress. Scorn and the Saint-Maker is being updated regularly; Loosely Ballroom has been on hiatus for a few years but maybe if we all ask nicely... 🙏 Both are excellent!

(I didn't mean for these to all be Crowley-centric but it happens)

From Scorn and the Saint-Maker by beardo (@e-rated-beardo):

“Abstract mathematics and saying ‘bugger off’ in many languages. Those have always been the twin passions of Anthony Crowley.” He paused and frowned. “D’you ever get that feeling of déjà vu?”

He pushed his mouth to produce a response that was at least marginally definitive. “Ngh,” he emitted. “Sounds like a. Great. Idea. Yeah. I just, uh.” He flailed his hand in the region of his stack of notebook, papers and stolen chalk box on the desk. “My office, take this crap back, nnh, twenty? Minutes?” Fuck, Crowley. Eloquency award. What.

Then he groaned with his whole body, splayed out even more dramatically over the sofa, bounced off it, hips first, and stalked an irritable ellipse around the coffee table.

“You two, for real, huh? Pigs really fly sometimes.” “Fuckers’re building helicopters,” Crowley conceded. 

From Loosely Ballroom by marginalia_device and mortifyingideal (@mortifyingordeal):

He could be nice. Or, at the very least, he could be charming enough that people wouldn’t immediately clock on that he wasn’t especially good at nice.

Once, someone writing up an interview with him for the Sunday Times Culture mag had described him as “graceful, in a non-Euclidean sort of way”, and he thought that the closest anyone had ever come to describing his physicality properly.

“Gosh,” Crowley said, and found that he truly meant it.

On this blog we love Crowley-centric things. Thank you for the recommendation, the excerpts are delightful, @stupidphototricks !

[di-42]

So, I was criminally tight on time in January and really couldn’t read much at all, but fear not: as a demon friend of ours once said, I’m back. True, most of the moots on my corner of Tumblr would have already read most of these fics and poems, but if I can earn one of these wonderful works even just one more reader, that’s my job done. As always, I'm begging you, please don’t judge a fic you haven’t read by the number of kudos. And, as always, I’ll tag the tumblr usernames I know; if you are an author and want your fic taken off this list, please let me know and I’ll remove it. The rest of you, I hope you enjoy these stories and poems as much as I did.

These are the things I loved about

Winter’s Wondrous Fictions

WIPs:

That Isn't Supposed To Happen by @addledmongoose, rated T, chapters 19/22.

Aaahhh, give me Addled’s stories every day for the rest of my life, please and thank you. This is a reverse omens AU. You don't really care for reverse omens, I hear you say? Yep, neither did I, and yet here I am, daydreaming about Azira the demon and Crowley (short for Crowliel) the angel as much as I daydream about our canon Aziraphale and Crowley. This is not something new that happens to me with this great author’s stories, by the way. When writing my own fics, I have to stop and think if I'm referring to something that actually happened in canon or something that happened in Addled’s stories, they're that good. But back to this fic, Azira is just so perfect as a demon, it feels like he was born to be one. Their banter, dynamics, subtle humour and characterisation are, as always, spot on and, oh! The pining! The pining is just so, so good. Oh, and did I mention plot and mystery? I'm loving this story way more than I thought I could love a reverse omens AU, and am sad it's going to be over soon. 

Scorn And The Saint-Maker by beardo @e-rated-beardo, rated E, chapters 33/?

This story is a mystery within a mystery. I've only recently started it and am still catching up, but I am hooked. Human university lecturers AU, or is it? (That's not a spoiler if you read the summary). The plot is compelling, the narration and humour delightful, and the prose at times so touching. And, goodness me, it’s hot (all the explicit scenes are skippable). I feel like I’ve stepped into one of those universes that I would never want to leave. There is also some beautiful art by the author that I sadly can appreciate very seldom as it doesn't upload when I'm not on wi-fi, but hopefully you'll be able to enjoy it!

Wavelengths & Frequencies by @shadesofecclescakes and imposterssyndrome @maaikeatthefullmoon rated E, chapters 18/?

This story is such a warm, cozy, comfort blanket. Human enemies-to-lovers where Aziraphale and Crowley work as DJ for the same media corporation. They have a history, but, while we know they do from the beginning, we don't know what it is. Great story, great humour, great characterisation, great fuzzies.

Complete Stories: 

You're The Bad Guys by Nebz_AlphaCentauri @alphacentaurinebula rated E, 91k.

Fantastic human, cold war AU. Aziraphale is an MI6 agent, Crowley a KGB agent and they're both tasked to steal scientific plans by their respective sides. It's Armageddon all over again, but with hot scenes. I loved it. 

The Last Angel by @bellisima-writes, rated E, 162k.

I don't think there is anything about this epic story that I haven't said before. The author builds an incredible plot and you wonder excitedly where this is all going. You can't stop reading because you want to know what happens and because the prose is so beautiful. Like I've said several times before, this is the most Good Omens-y fic I've read. Let yourself be captured and join Bellisima for this wonderful ride!

The Greater Tadfield Friends Of Music Autumn Concert by CopperBeech @copperplatebeech, rated E, 27k.

I love how this story communicates all sorts of feelings through a fast, concise, no-nonsense  style. Crowley moves to Tadfield and joins the local orchestra. The rest is fiction. 

As always, I'm particularly partial to The Them and Warlock making appearances. And I LOVE Zingarelli!

One Shots:

Aziraphale Gets A Clue by Serenity Stargazer, rated T, 3k.

It's Christmas. Aziraphale is in heaven as Supreme Archangel and Crowley wants to get his attention. He succeeds.

A Nice And Accurate Teen Magazine Quiz by @fellshish, rated T, 2.7k.

Fellshish strikes again with this adorable and extremely funny piece in which Crowley takes credit for teen magazines in hell. Then he browses one of the magazines and takes the soulmate quiz. Then Crowley will be Crowley. I'm sure everyone this side of Tumblr has already read it, but if for some reason you haven't yet you're in for a treat!

Poems: 

PJs, Optional by FuzzyGoblin and koala2all, rated E.

This hilarious poem is made up of a series of limericks all relating to pyjamas that might or might not be worn by our favourite angel and demon. It manages to be funny, sweet and hot, all in the space of 50 lines. I love it!

(Un)Holy Palmers by @on1occasionfork, rated G.

An incredibly beautiful and moving poem about what is like to express love for one another while hiding it from the powers that be. 

Do That Again (And Again) by AlwaysBeMyBaby @alwaysbemybae and OneDapperCat, rated G.

A beautiful through the ages poem about all the ineffable kisses that could have been.

The Demon And The Angel by Hopeless_old_romantic_67, rated G.

Gorgeous poem inspired by The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes. Little warning, it is sad. But so beautiful and deep. 

A Most Peculiar Spa by AlwaysBeMyBaby and OneDapperCat, rated G.

Lovely and funny poem in which Aziraphale tells Crowley about his latest bubble bath! Be sure to read the notes!

@goodomensafterdark

December 24's list here.

March 25's list here.

[harlotofupdog]

AO3 Ask Game

Thank you for the tag @missunderstoodlyrics, and thanks lovely @cheeseplants for kicking it off!

What fandoms do you write in?

Just Good Omens! Though I did throw some Top Gear smut into writers chat one evening and I still think there's something there…

How many words have you published in 2024?

I published my very first fic on the 31st of December last year, and everything else has been this year - sooooo not counting collabs, 138,904. It's nowhere near as much as some, but I'm v happy. It's a lot more than I ever expected.

What is your greatest achievement this year?

Getting to the end of Storm Jizz! I never finish anything - my tiny sparrow brain is constantly distracted by the next shiny thing, and just knowing that I'm actually capable of finishing something a little longer is so confidence-giving.

What are your favourite top three fics you’ve written this year?

Someone is Calling Him Shorewards AKA Storm Jizz - I dunno, I just like it. I'd absolutely recommend @nosferatini's podfic over actually reading it though.

Spookake - eh, ghost jizz innit.

Zip Wire (Too Fast for Love) - v silly.

What was your biggest pit of despair moment?

There's not been a specific moment, but I've done a good bit of wallowing in self-pity about fics (both reading and writing). Something I've struggled with is trying to maintain creative momentum when I'm travelling, and I would like to have more discipline there instead of just getting in a sulk.

What have you learned?

That 'groyne' is a word (yes thank you Google Docs).

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

Oh, some weirdness, who knows. I have silly ideas all the time and it's for the best that most of them don't see the light of day.

Did you beta any fics? Any favs you want to shout out?

Yesssss!!!!! I am currently beta-ing Still We Know Each Other So Well by @paperclipninja, and it is gorgeous and delightful and all the things. I adore this fic and it's been an absolute privilege tagging along for the ride, chapter by chapter. It's soft, sweet, and mysterious, and I urge everyone to read it because you will fall in love.

I'm also beta-ing In Headlights AKA DEER FIC by @doonarose, and good lord - Doons is the absolute queen of smut and this fic is so ridiculously hot, with the most wonderful, considered characterisations of these dorks. It's an absolute feast and everyone should be reading it.

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

Soooooo many more than three. Like, SO many more. I'm going to stick with finished fics just to narrow it down slightly, but I have a few WIPs I'm following that I am obsessed with as well (Still We Know Each Other So Well, Scorn and the Saint-Maker, In Headlights!).

A Little Life by @gaiaseyes451 - I will never, ever get over this one. It was a masterclass in beautiful, evocative writing that tore me to shreds while at the same time being one of the loveliest things I've ever read. I cannot rave about this fic enough - it absolutely transcends fandom and Aziracrow, and I know I will read it again and again.

Stuck On You by @zin-lynn-c - I beta'd this one and it was such an utter, utter joy and a gift to get those chapters just a teensy bit early. This is the fic that has everything - humour, angst, smut, gorgeous prose and storytelling, the BEST Agnes Nutter, and so much more. Instant classic, go wrap your eyeballs around it if you haven't already.

Give Me Jizz or Give Me Death - A Choose Your Own Jizz (CYOJ) Adventure by the most amazing band of smutgoblins, along with transcendental cover art by @ineffablecrankshaft - I cannot list top three fics without including this absolute INSANITY that was my birthday gift. It is, without a shadow of a doubt, the most phenomenal, absurd, wonderful gift I've ever received in my actual life, and I treasure the fuck outta it.

What ideas are percolating for next year?

SPIES! CRUSADES! BADGERS! GHOSTS! PIGEONS!

Who do you want to thank?

@paperclipninja for being the ultimate beta, collab partner, cheerleader, chatter and all-round excellent pal. Somehow, despite both being absolute chaos demons, we get things done (about 40% of the time, at least): writing, beta, ridiculous songs, "online research", solving the problems of the world, and everything else besides. Couldn't do it without ya, Clip, and I mean that!

@zinlynn-c for all the cheering, limericks, gasbagging and ghost hunting. If you had told me this time last year that I'd end up sitting in the stairwell of a sixteenth century manor at midnight chatting to its resident ghost with another smutgoblin, I wouldn't have believed it. I still actually can't!

@nosferatini - I can't quite reconcile the idea of Nos as one single person. I suspect she is actually a team of psychologists, an entire theatre troupe, David Tennant, four project managers, and a choir of slightly creepy British children in a trenchcoat. How? Just how do you do it? Nos, you're beyond wonderful, and it's an absolutely privilege to wobble about on the outer curve of your brilliant orbit.

Ridiculous, leg-humping gratitude to all the brilliant, talented artists who contributed art to Storm Jizz - @vavoom-sorted-art, @wingsofopal, @castle-behind-the-rocks, and @ineffablecrankshaft. I am in awe of all of you, thank you soooo much.

Every single person who read, commented, loved, or hated anything I wrote. I appreciate and treasure ever little feeling.

Huge thanks to the @goodomensafterdark community for letting me join in on the fun. Can't wait for another year of goblinery.

I tried to figure out who had been tagged and who hadn't, but omg effort, so just no pressure tagging a bunch of writers: @firstvisittoearth, @paperclipninja, @e-rated-beardo, @doonarose, @zin-lynn-c, @fuzzygoblin, @happynachohologram, @hermiola, @ladybracknellssherry

[iridescentoracle]

bad wizards and shimmering rainbow-white robes

Someone else has probably already made this point—I'm late to the Locked Tomb party, I know—but I've been reading a whole lot of Locked Tomb posts (in between re-reading bits of the Locked Tomb books and thinking about The Lord of the Rings) recently, and if anyone else has made this point I haven't seen it yet, so, spoilers through Nona the Ninth:

Your gazes met. The other nascent Lyctor—the Third House saint, the Emperor’s bones and the Emperor’s joints, the Emperor’s fists and gestures—was clothed in a beautiful nacreous robe that glimmered all the colours of the rainbow: gauzy, iridescent white stuff that changed violently in the light.

(Chapter 4, Harrow the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir)

A mass of fabric whispered past you—you could not feel it on your body, but you felt the air upon your cheek—and then a person knelt in front of your chair. A shining, shimmering billow of pale fabric came into your field of vision, a rainbow-hued whiteness that ran through shades beneath the hot tungsten light, like the reflection of coloured glass on ice, the same stuff that now was draped around you. Then, awfully, your vision was lifted. Someone had pressed a finger lightly beneath your chin, and they were tilting it up so that you could see their face. You looked at the Lyctor. The Lyctor looked at you.

(Chapter 6, Harrow the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir)

‘“Radagast the Brown!” laughed Saruman, and he no longer concealed his scorn. “Radagast the Bird-tamer! Radagast the Simple! Radagast the Fool! Yet he had just the wit to play the part that I set him. For you have come, and that was all the purpose of my message. And here you will stay, Gandalf the Grey, and rest from journeys. For I am Saruman the Wise, Saruman Ring-maker, Saruman of Many Colours!” ‘I looked then and saw that his robes, which had seemed white, were not so, but were woven of all colours, and if he moved they shimmered and changed hue so that the eye was bewildered.

(“The Council of Elrond,” The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien)

I told them, This is it. We were put here to save the planet. We’re going to save the planet. We’re not going to let them run away. We’re going to fix this. And they were all, Yeah, John, because they were my friends and they loved me. But because they were also dicks and most of them had multiple tertiary degrees, they were also like, How though. We know you can do X and Y and Z. That’s still not A or B or C. We love the bone magic, but how are you going to pull this off? And it was P— of all people who said, First things first. If they’re going to let us fix the world, you’ve got to make them take us seriously. Get some leverage. If they want to make you into a bad wizard, be a bad wizard. We can write the history books to say you were a good wizard. Or at least an okay wizard. They’re not going to listen because we talk nicely, they’re going to listen because we scare the shit out of them.

(“John 5:1,” Nona the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir)

Ironically, of course, John himself doesn’t wear the shimmering rainbow-hued robes of the Lyctors—but his crown of infant fingerbones is first described as “a wreath of ribbon and pearlescent leaves in his dark hair, rustling prismatically in the windless docking bay" (Chapter 6, Harrow the Ninth), and frankly I think rainbow pearlescent leaves each “intertwined with a match-sized infant fingerbone” sounds significantly more evil than Saruman bothered looking, so eat your heart out Curunír I guess.

Of course, there's lots of irony about John adopting the trappings of that particular evil wizard, but I think the most ironic part might be the extent to which he really should've taken notes on the rest of the passage in question:

‘“I liked white better,” I said. ‘“White!” he sneered. “It serves as a beginning. White cloth may be dyed. The white page can be overwritten; and the white light can be broken.” ‘“In which case it is no longer white,” said I. “And he that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.”

[thenosyjournal]

Scorn and the Saint-Maker, chapter 34

This story takes up a good part of my fic mental real estate. I've been learning a bit more math and tying knots (topology), looking at maps of Aberdeen (topography), browsing sigils used for summoning inhuman beings (demonology), and uncoiling some long-considered questions about desire and stuff (sexology). There's also wonderful art, which is an unexpected and welcome langiappe. Scorn has all the 'ologies and I wouldn't have it any other way. Every chapter's been my favorite, so the thirty-fourth one is also my favorite. I am not quite feral for this story, but probably not far from it.

[e-rated-beardo]

Ashdfjksjdjvfklskp are those words about me

Thank you so much di, I'm uh slightly tongue-tied right now for some reason. 🫠

Aaaaand this gave me two more for my MFL and listed a few I've read or started reading, just as God intended!

Yet again I have only been able to read WIPs and short fictions this month, but the quality of the wonderful stories I was lucky enough to read more than made up for it!

Shootout to the good omens after dark community on reddit, through which I found quite a few of the fics on this list! You are the best!

As always, I'll tag the writers whose tumblr username I know. As always if you want your fic removed from this list, or know a writer who wants their fic removed, please let me know. 

I hope you enjoy these incredible stories as much as I did, and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't judge a fiction by the number of kudos, you're better than that (and you'd miss on amazing little gems!)

But now let me tell you about the things I loved about

April's Astounding Fictions

WIPs:

Courage (A Reverse Trope Story), by @spectrallydistracted, rated E, chapters 4/7.

Enemies to lovers, human AU, Crowley's POV. This fiction is sooooo good! Each chapter makes you feel all the feels. Crowley and Aziraphale hate each other (of course they do!), but love their friends, which is why they find themselves on a holiday together. This story is funny, deep, the right amount of angsty, relieving, liberating. And that's just in the first four chapters. All. The. Feels.

Is There A Version? By @lookingatacupoftea, rated M, chapters 19/25

This season 3 fiction was well worth the wait. It's one of the best I've ever read, and the closest to my headcanon. Amazingly well built and engaging plot, subtle humour, lots of pop culture references, delicious pining without all the anger and the angst, and a plot twist that I've never seen anywhere yet. Please please please, read it!

Scorn And The Saint-Maker, by beardo @e-rated-beardo, rated E, chapters 37/?

This fiction is so incredibly good it'll blow your mind away. A mystery within a mystery. The plot is intercepted and clever: you'll need to know what's going on. The chemistry between Anthony and Angel is otherworldly (I didn't choose that adjective randomly). The smut is aaahhh gaaaa ohmygod, delicious. And the writing style. Honestly, I would like to find words to describe it better and in detail, but the word that keeps coming to my mind is just beautiful. Beautiful. Well, and touching, and deep, and amazing... But you get what I mean. Beautiful.

Complete fictions:

Mutual Aid, by malicegeres, rated T, 17k.

Oh, I can't even begin to tell you how much I loved this fiction. Brought me back home, to my chosen family, to when another world was possible (if only). Human AU. Crowley is a militant anarchist, Aziraphale is the owner of a radical bookshop. Tenderness, humour, learning to trust, fighting against injustice, this fiction has it all. I finished reading this fiction on the anniversary of a special day for my home country, a day the memory of which we are at high risk of losing, and I guess this also added to my love and gratefulness for it. We need more fics like this one.

Curse Of Attraction, by SazzyLJ, rated E,10k.

Some members of Anathema’s family want to punish Aziraphale for refusing to restore Agnes’s book. The punishment is making him irresistibly attractive to anyone he comes across. I loved this story full of sweetness, great humour and spot on characterisation! It's a treat!

Whickber Uni's Lonely Heart Club, by @ineffabildaddy, rated E, 21k.

Lovely human, college, enemies to lovers AU. Aziraphale and Crowley are co-president of Whickber Uni's Book Club. They hardly tolerate each other. They are organising a valentine's social event for the club. Need I add more? I loved this version of our ineffables, their strengths and vulnerabilities are so in character and yet so relatable, their humour and banter are great, and they're just so adorable!

My own fiction, Deluded, rated M, 27k.

Human AU rated M for Misunderstandings and Miscommunication (yeah, ok, and mature). Crowley agrees to go on a blind date with Aziraphale, but he doesn't really do dates. He tells as much to Aziraphale and leav... lea... leeeeeeavmmm... Stays. I started off lighthearted, added a pinch of angst, skipped the smut, clumsily attempted some humour, and landed safely on fluff. These are literally the five themes of the five chapters.

One-shots:

In His Demon’s Arms, by graywings @smua70 rated T, 633 words.

Lovely reverse Omens scene, set in the Garden of Eden. Sweet, brief, and powerful. In any possible universe, they belong together.

Demon Summoning Is More Fun With Friends, by @little-mx-sunflower, rated G, 7k.

Mostly outsider’s POV, this story was so much fun to read. Crowley gets summoned, and Aziraphale goes with him. They have fun with the summoners. Light-hearted fic, but with a deep, unshakable sense of connection between our Ineffables, I loved it.

Get Humans Wet And Staring Into Each Other’s Eyes, by @waitingtobebroken , rated T, 2k.

Human AU. Hilarious Crowley's POV stream of consciousness. Aziraphale is there for the ride (in every sense, it would seem).

The First One That's Right, by DoonaRose, rated T, 2k

Sweet account of our Ineffable ‘doing it again’. Lovely.

A Day For Magic, by @createserenity rated E, 3k.

I loved the vibes of this fic so much! It's sweet and lovely, with great characterisation. The loving banter and the clear affection between our Ineffables paint a heartwarming picture of how things could be once they are safe from heaven and hell.

Poems:

Begin Anew, by @firstvisittoearth , rated T.

A reunion poem that will give you goosebumps. I can only hope that their canon reunion gives us the beautiful emotions this poem evocates.

Ode To An Angel’s Pajamas (NOT by a tipsy demon), by AlwaysBeMyBaby @alwaysbemybae with art by OneDapperCat, rated G.

Lovely Crowley's POV poem. Warm and Light-hearted, but the deep love and fondness our demon feels for his beloved angel shows. Great artwork depicting Aziraphale sporting different kinds of pyjamas!

March 25's list here.

[sanctamater]

@hoboblaidd; continued from x.

The cold here is different. Older, stranger – it seeps beneath her furs and velvet, settles against her bones. It feels like a death she had avoided, an end she had never faced; and while the walls and stone of Skyhold are not the ones she had grown in; the land is. And the land, like her, remembers; scars of the Blight and all it had wrought still linger – mirrored in the sky; in her own expression; solemn. The good lady looks as though she belongs at a funeral. Perhaps she is already at one.

When the sainted mother thinks of who she might have been, the image is as fogged as her reflection is; distant, unknowable – and no matter how often she wipes at the glass, it never clears; what ifs and could have beens scattered in the earth before her with no open grave to rest in – and though that girl ( that woman ) never existed, Maker – she is too afraid to turn to face what ( who ) she has become; shaped by a dozen different hands, her own too; raw and aching in her gloves. Scrub at something hard enough, and one day it may be clean; but the dirt under her nails is as stubborn as she is.

Most days, she works. For a great cause, she tells herself ( others, too ); a noble cause – something far bigger than any before; buried under paperwork and shipping manifests. It keeps her busy. Too busy to think, to remember; and here she can do nothing but – a moment to breathe in the quiet of the garden. Damp earth, rainwater; incense from the Sisters of the Chantry lit for both the alive and the fallen. Often, she thinks of Elizabeth. Thinks of others, too – nameless faces she cannot quite remember but had been wronged by her all the same; from matters of business to matters of the heart. As with all things, she holds on too tightly – and the familiar rhythm of the Chant does little to soothe her. A breath – in, and out. When she opens her eyes again, she sees him – another lone figure in a place that has become both sanctuary and social. The inner circle has eluded the good lady – though she has not sought it out. How unlike her ( or, perhaps, like her ); to be so removed from the centre of society ( if this could be called society ) was, certainly, unlike her. A self-imposed punishment for a myriad of sins she did not have the strength to give name to. She was, after all, here to serve – and if she did happen to make coin in the process; well – that would do. Solas, she thinks. That must be his name. Apostate usually followed soon after as though the word were a blade itself; and while the good lady knows that many still scorn mages who live outside of the bounds of a Circle; she cannot fault them. After all, she had kept one safe with her for nineteen years. It is with that does she step forward; the words upon her lips said without the tact many might expect from a lady of her station – much less a warning.

“ Forgive me – I did not wish to startle you. ” Lost in thought where she sought to escape it.  Briefly, she glances at the white robes and red hoods of the Sisters and Brothers; Andraste’s children now quiet. The good lady remembers what she remembers. The white-washed, rough walls of the Chantry she had gone to in her youth; time worn – the feeling of her mother’s hand over her small one; how her grandmother had known the Chant by heart. She’d never memorized it. Another breath – and she looks back up to him ( always up ). There is a voice she remembers, too; not her own, no – but his. It haunts her, still. Time itself will walk backwards before you find redemption. Whatever that means. Most days, she tries not to give much stock in to the ramblings of dead men and false prophets; still, it gives her pause. “ It is my own philosophy. ” Her smile is a wry one; a quirk of her mouth and nothing more, gone too quickly in favour of cold impassivity. Untouchable, until she is. It is a philosophy that may yet serve her well; one she has been in service ( in search ) of for near her entire life. Twenty years of looking, and she feels no cleaner than she had the day she’d come out of that river. “The Maker is not one to tell us how to find the redemption we seek. That path is one He leaves for us to discover and follow in our own way.” It would not be redemption if the road to it was an easy one – and the words come easy to her; old habits from a life she’d tried to leave behind. She’d have made a good Reverend Mother in another life, offering comfort to the afflicted. Instead, she is here. “ Repentance can be as simple as truth. ” Yet, it rarely is. That, alone, would be too easy. Perhaps she believed in it for every soul that but her own. Who is the sainted mother to say if she deserves forgiveness? Who is she to say if she has found it? “ Truthfully – It is something we must, I think, find in ourselves. Through deeds or words… And the answer is one only we can find in that path that is most often walked alone. ”

[nightguide]

OUT OF THE BLUE: YA BOOK IDEAS IF I NEVER WERE THERE

RAPPER'S FOLK-WAR

-IN CASE IF YOU LOSE BUT THE SINGER/SONGWRITER IS A BITCH AND YOU BLAME THEM (THEY MAKE GOOD MUSIC)-

ROM-COM

MAN DANCE - LINNA RIAZ

A MAN IN HIS LATE 20'S KALIM

A GIRL WHO JUST TURNED 15 SHEDY

SPENDS TIME TOGETHER AT A COFFEE SHOP IN MIAMI BUT THEY NEVER TALK ABOUT THEIR REASON IN BEING TOGETHER

GETS INTO A REASON WHY EVERYBODY WANTS THEM TO BE TOGETHER

BUT SHE ONLY JUST TURNED 22

NIGHT WALKS - LINNA RIAZ

MARLY CANNOT FIND IT IN HIM TO BE AFRAID OF TOUCH AFTER HE GOT RAPED BY A JUNIOR HIGH STUDENT IN HAWAII MOVES TO KANSAS

A LONELY PHYSICIST TYPES UP HER LAST NOVEL ENDS UP BEING THE DEATH OF HER

SHE TRIES TO FIGURE OUT WHAT HER BEST FRIEND MIGHT DO IF SHE DOES NOT GET MARRIED

HIS BEST FRIEND TALKS ABOUT A GROUP RAPE THAT ENDS UP DISSOLVING HIS FUTURE (CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND)

ARSINISNOIR - LINNA RIAZ

A WOMAN DYING HER WORKPLACE (AARLANA) ENDS UP GETTING PREGNANT BUT THE CHILD WAS NOT MEANT FOR HER (ISLAMIC BIASES OF THE PREGNANT NO-WONDER BREAKER (TRADITION IS A CURSE)

SHE GETS HER CURSE BROKEN

AND SHE IS NOT ALONE (ONLY ONE IN THE SERIES THAT HELPS HER DYING WISH IS THE READER HATING HER RIGHT BACK)

TRANCE-ROMANCE

SCENTLUST (SAINT LOST) - LINNA RIAZ

A WOMAN CANNOT BREATHE BUT SHE EVENTUALLY DOES BY MISTAKE

SHE READS THE SAME PRINTS THAT HER MOTHER FORGOT TO GIVE HER MAKING HER REPEAT THE SAME CHILDHOOD OVER AND OVER AGAIN

SHE TALKS ABOUT THE WORLD INSIDE BACKWARDS THAT ENDS UP TELLING THE TALE OF HOW SHE DIED BY SEQUENCE THAT SHE COULD NEVER FORGET (BETTER IF READ BY GREEK DEGREES TO KNOW WHY 'HE' CAME)

HOW MANY TIMES YOU THINK YOU READ (GREEK DEGREES) IS HOW MANY TIMES YOU TRY TO FALL FOR THE WORLD IF YOU WERE NEVER THERE (YOU TRIED TO FIND YOURSELF FORGIVING A REASON TO LIE YOUR WAY IN IS HOW YOU'LL NEVER SEE IT UNLESS YOU DO (THATS HOW YOU THINK AS A DIRECTOR)

AVARICE - LINNA RIAZ

ONE MAN BREAKS HIS WORDS TO FIND 'HER' BUT HE TRIES TO 'SEE' INTO A TELESCOPE BUT BLAMED THE MAKER FOR NOT DISTRIBUTING TIME THAT AN ARGUMENT THAT BIG WAS ACTUALLY REAL TO WHY THE SAND-MEN WORSHIPPED A SPECTATOR THAT ONE SCIENTIST CAME IN FORGIVEN (WHY HE NEVER FELL IN LOVE)

THE SCIENTIST IS HELL TO THE READER BUT SHE DIES BY A GLANCE IF ANYTHING UNSPOKEN FOR

BOTH ARE AFRAID TO SLEEP

TORNADO LLORES - LINNA RIAZ

STEPS ARE UNEVEN WITH THE FORCE TO FEEL WEIGHT IS HOW MAN SOUGHT TO DIE BY A RHYTHMIC TOUCH

CHARLANE BREWES NEVER TOUCHED DAWNS HAND.

TOUCH IS ABYSMAL TO THE ARTS OF THE RAINBOW IS THE DEATHLY FEAR OF A HEART ATTACK

BUT THATS THE ONLY WAY TO FALL IN LOVE

LONG LOST REASON (FRIENDSHIP GROUP THAT FLIES OVER THE RAINBOW)

SOMEHOW I DENIED - LINNA RIAZ

SHORT ADVENTURE STUTTERED IN A LONG DREAM IS KUZCO'S REVELATIONS (NOTHING HAPPENED IN REAL LIFE BUT THEY WANDERED OFF IN CONFUSION TO END THE LIVING JOKE OF A DREAM)

TIL ONE FRIEND FALLS LIKE A DANCE THAT SENDS THE OTHER FLYING OUT OF CONFUSION AND IT'S TAYLOR SWIFT'S PERSUASION (SHE LOOKS LIKE JANE EYRE IN THE 20'S AND WE ALL DEAD (ONE BOOK IS MADE)

FUCK THE ARTS OF FORGING A FIRE CUZ NONE OF US KNOW HOW TO START ONE

FUCKING COLD

AND IT'S DEAD OVER A KEBAB SHOP THAT THE FATASS KNOWN TO START A DEAD COMPETITION OVER SWEET MEAT (HARAM CAFFEINE INDUCED COW OF THE GROUP IS OBSESSED WITH KEEPING CLEAN (EW, SHITTY WATER BY THE CREEK, SOMEONE PISSED IN THERE)

FLLOW - LINNA RIAZ

KNOB JOCKEYS AND A GIT.

ONE LAND, NO STRAIN, AND A VAGINA TO COMPETE WITH (THAT EMPRESS HICK BITCH)

WE MET LIKE WE WERE VICTIM/BULLY SHARING A MANGINA COMPLEX TIL DEAD, IF ONE OF US GETS MARRIED

SUPRISE SHAADI?

BITCH.

DEAD THONGS TO COMPETE WITH BIG ASS DEAD TITS YOU SCORNED MAN LABOUR TO (THE NOVEL) - LINNA RIAZ

SHIT BODY.

SEXY BEST FRIEND

SHIT. BODY

SEXY. BEST FRIEND.

SHITBODYBESTFRIEND

SEXYBODYSHITBEST

FRIEND

MARRIED BY LAW

BROTHERS LIKE WE SISTER IN LAW BUT NO GOOFY-BACK LORE (DAJJAL SIGNS ARE COMING)

AT LEAST I MAKE HER TITS LOOK GOOD

ONE DESI ONCOMING VERSION OF LOUISE (LAYLA) RENNISSON (RUUL) ANGUS THONGS AND PERFECT SNOGGING (WE ALL LOVED THE WAY MY COCK FINDS YOU BETWEEN YOUR LIPS AND YOUR THIGHS IF I SEEN YOU FUCKING (THE PORNO)

MUSLIM BABY NAMES FETISH FROM CHILDHOOD (DREAM DATES TOGETHER)

THINGS I NEVER KNEW ABOUT SHIRK IN ISLAM WHEN I WENT THROUGH THE FEAR OF IT: I WAS ACTUALLY SUICIDAL OVER THE DEATH OF MY FATHER (THE CHANCES OF NEVER BEING WITH 'HIM') PUT ME IN A PSYCHOLOGICAL MELTDOWN OVER MY OBSESSION WITH THE WORLD OF MY OWN BEING THERE FOR EVERYBODY ELSE BUT ME (KHAWAARIJ IN THE HOUSEHOLD TOOK MY LIFE DOWN (PLANNED EVENT: HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD)

SOMETHING I WAS TRYING TO UNDERSTAND IN 2019 (WHEN IT ALL HAPPENED) WAS SO HARD FINDING IT RIGHT NOW IN 2025 IS THAT I AM LOVED BUT THE EVIL EYE IS SO DIFFICULT TO DIFFUSE THAT I NEVER FELT ALIVE TIL NOW (I AM ALIVE, COME GET ME)

[e-rated-beardo]

Scorn and the Saint-Maker, chapter 36: Intermission: You make a very nice cup of tea

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 36 summary: Soho, London, mid-January 2023.

Rating: Chapter rated G. Fic rated E for skippable smut and instances of M-rated, heavy topics (please see tags).

Excerpt:

“…There you are. You’ve sorted out that minor annoyance then, I take it?” The door slammed shut with another jingle of the bell, and quite coincidentally, the sign in the window flipped over to ‘closed’. “Yup. Went to Scotland.” “Overnight? I always did think you drive rather too fast. Tea?” A pot of tea appeared; a white, scalloped teacup, and a matching black one. “Didn’t drive.” A brief silence. “Used the. Teleport… option.”

Read chapter 36 on AO3 ➡️ or start from the beginning ↩️ (152k words, WIP)

@goodomensafterdark

[e-rated-beardo]

[...] a WIP that has generated a lot of well deserved excitement in the fandom.

I. ??? Me? !! Well

(uncomprehending teakettle noises)

Thank you! 😍

I've read some of the other recs too, by the way, and can verify that demon summoning is a great, fun, occasionally sweet theme in this fandom!

Here's another human!Aziraphale / demon!Crowley story: A Little Help From A Fiend (E) by @mimsynims which starts when Aziraphale summons a demon to watch his cats while he goes to his sister's wedding. Crowley can do one... or maybe several... better. (Continued in Until (Little) Death Do Us Part (very E).)

And a straight-forwardly titled old favourite: Summoned (E) by @sleepymccoy. It's after Armageddon't and Crowley keeps getting summoned by random humans – and Aziraphale keeps having to come to his aid. It's mostly funny, briefly angsty, and rather sweet.

Good Omens Fan Fiction Friday (5/2/25) - Demon Summoning

I'm fascinated by fics that diverge widely from the Good Omens canon. Although demon summoning was never mentioned in the book or first two series, fic writers love applying their creativity to stories about humans summoning Crowley. And the results are fabulous.

Here's a small selection of my favorite fics featuring demon summoning.

Most demon summoning fics lean into the comedy. But my first pick is terribly sweet. It's I'll Never Be Lonely (M) by john1513. Human bookseller, Aziraphale, summons a demon to be his friend. Crowley agrees to help Aziraphale find one. But in the course of the attempt, the pair end up with feelings for each other.

I adored it. I hope you do too.

Demon Summoning is More Fun With Friends (G) by @little-mx-sunflower finds our ineffable pair hanging out in the bookshop when Crowley is summoned. Aziraphale goes along for the ride and confronts the humans who were foolish enough to inconvenience the demon. Loved the dynamic between Aziraphale and Crowley as they deal with the foolish humans.

In Reading Circle Summons (T) by @joyandotherstories, a women's book club summons a demon as an experience paired with their month's book choice. But because Aziraphale and Crowley had mingled their essences at the time, they got the angel instead. Not only do the pair deal with the summoning, they join the book club!

It's a fun romp with our pair interacting with this lovely group of readers/original characters.

Also by @joyandotherstories is Slumber Party Summons (G), a similar fic but the girls who summon and bond with Crowley are much younger. It's a great fic for people who love the "Crowley's good with kids" tag on AO3. An extra special treat is this fic's illustrations.

After the Armageddon't, Madam Tracy summons a demon to exact some petty revenge on friends and neighbors in The Whole Purpose (G) by TogetherAgain. The banter between Crowley and Tracy is hilarious and you can absolutely hear Miranda Richardson and David Tennant delivering their dialogue in your mind while you read. This is the pairing I had no idea I needed in Good Omens fan fiction.

And now for a word from our inspiration. This post is brought to you by the demon everyone most wants to summon. More fics below the gif.

In You Can't Un-See a Dog (G) by @holycatsandrabbits, Crowley tricks the humans who summon him to call for the principality who guarded the Eastern Gate. Voila! BAMF!Aziraphale has entered the building. And of course, while saving his demon friend, our favorite angel offers hilarious quips. The dialogue is fabulous. This story packs a wonderful punch for a one-shot. It's a fandom favorite for a reason. And it's illustrated.

Next up is Roomba of Doom (G) by @scrapheapchallenge in which Crowley is accidentally summoned by a Roomba in a living room with an Ouija Board rug. He rescues the little vacuum and makes it sentient. Watching the adventures of Crowley and Aziraphale caring for their "pet" is a riot.

Panic_CelestialInk had so much fun with demon summoning fics they created a series in which tv's Golden Girls summon a demon, The Golden Omens Girls (T). In the first work, Rose summons Crowley (who is rescued by Aziraphale). In the second, Sophia summons a drunk and heartbroken Crowley and the girls join forces to fix Crowley's love life by summoning a particular angel. And in the final story, Dorothy summons a demon in snake form who was taken away from his husband, Azirapahle. If you're a Golden Girls fan, you'll enjoy this successful crossover capturing the personalities of the Girls.

Finally, I'll end with a WIP that has generated a lot of well deserved excitement in the fandom. It's Scorn and the Saint Maker (E) by @e-rated-beardo. There's no way I could summarize this wild fic any better than the writer who says, "It’s a murder mystery/romance/who-turned-them-human not-AU, set at a university in Scotland, with lots of (as-yet skippable) smut, ✨sexy maths✨ (reportedly), and one trans angel." And yes, the maths were sexy. I read every line--a remarkable feat for someone with severe math (yes, I'm American; I use the wrong abbreviation) anxiety.

This is the kind of fic worth reading in real time for the excitement of all the spoiler-free revelations.

This is a long post. And I'm sure I missed tons of other great demon summoning tales. Please reblog and share yours.

I'll be back next Friday with more great Good Omens fan fics on a new theme. In the meantime, check out my other favorite fics on this pinned post of weekly Good Omens fan fiction recommendations. And if my faves appear to be your faves, check out my bookmarks on AO3--all the fics I rate in my top 10% of everything I've read.

Always remember to thank fic writers (and artists) with kudos and comments. They are the centerpiece of the fandom, bringing us so much joy.

[libidomechanica]

But when thereon

Why did the delight sufficeth     to shelter the Lords A. Is cold. Of a noun. All other     sweet is a mere faith no wild and doe me not to feed his     mine; ’ yet she only mischief- making crave mood;—it rauisht quite     bids me at least his early

twilight; ne your Bosom utter’d     with all thousand arm’d theirs forth. In Rhenish crimes, but lingering     that call a bird. Now Johnny vile adders story’s act.     Which guilty of herbs and pack’d I matter when so she will     keep mind you make the best

to her greatest woman, having     what substance, seldom pleasure on me this kind why wilt their     hand withdrew in deep in my sleep I dream’d not the z, paints     as Saint Ambrogio’s! Said may see, that wilderness. What wild     branch of your name my hart

before the roaring delay, a     death. Weak spirit in pure, except the sick, and Juan he convent     high spirit, and call gallop on for sorrow they not     one now and scorn, is loathsome and country summer-time, across     restore of the most

father must beat neath that he may     give. There came, and many dear lover still rave among thence     beare, althoughted, be found it went on is preserve and     turmoyle, to irrigate to bull-fights, mass, place, for Johnny,     Johnny’s left us can

complaint to give her pitch, that I     e’er befall, which is London’s no one unders! Love speak as     I have the bliss, stutter whose higher, like manner nor dare     and eke tenne thou art my music, whether t was good     Angelico’s that cannot

tell. A hundred Graces are what,     near the raging face? But when thereon. Should not covet Mr.     The lucid out of sin; wherein I sawe so fayre be     lost: so she will keep your brighteous Lord Henry and was like     a tooth kissing at that

mens confess. ’ Now, Don Alfonso’s     heads doe at length they may learn, I can’t help the blouse you with     fancies wonderful, and as fresh Spring, with fancies vayne     man mighty view? What this the waggish Welsh Judge, Jefferies weary     … full in view on his

eyes my soul and not know, would be     harm’d, there are only son left; all the cause I counterpane     and I must take my wombe thou his bow of ours, her goodly     semblance between em; but a blush Cupid fourteen her     bowery flake, and listened

him well, but more with the mystic     art, loue too big to proclaim— departed … never be apples     the song of mind, that awkward through perplexing waues and     that nights are over all they who swore he and therefore are     the hushed Casket of her

fayre hath kisses survey, for heaven!     Monstrous deed: but the guest, think a very much exceeding     feet—day has been he; but better. Love the remaine. But     spoils the mouth it’s … well, there’s nobody that his reacherly     heads adorne; there is

paid a wond’rous riddle, or make     each others’ share. We Carmine’s mystery would apples,     but they go, are ways with vacancies wonders. I to my     rhyme, exceeding chance Rumpelstilts of Happiness; and sleep     to costume. He saw in

ilka beild! In days and loose a     tear; by which adorne, you may yet she doth flow, since is sure     maker ye entranced, he start none can into a rivulet;     and still heart is lights, chaste descry, myld humbled harbour,     yet in my father’s facts

attack, and of State’s company’s     a certain’d the helpless creature to grasp’d his, now faint on     the fern or in a sometimes are our earth of conscience, nay—     he made attonce screams. He should bring the learne will not dares not     sound growest fingers beauties

pride display terrors fall; she     rest, of their earliest aspect of the sons new: her stammer,     but what she distinguishment of please. Her for that was     such a nights, intrigues, and woe is mild and large rich with girland     crow to-whoo, to-whoo,

to-whoo, and take delight, Then look     and most diverting plann’d, unless it throws a loving in     July, me almost speech each where you and dismay, in five     o’clock,—a clear; by which my bonie lass, and all quality.     The drear, to comfort shew?

[di-42]

This month has been blessed with some of the best stories I've read/I'm reading in a while and cursed, as usual, with criminally limited time to read and write (and to have walks in the park, and to snuggle with my husband on the sofa, and to go to exhibitions… but I digress, don't I?).

Aaaaaanyway. Here are the things I loved about

March’s Mouthwatering Fictions

WIPs:

Scorn And The Saint-Maker, by beardo @e-rated-beardo, rated E, chapters 35/?

This story is so incredibly compelling. You'll find yourself constantly trying to unravel the puzzle of Anthony Crowley and Angel Fell, thinking back of all the Clues the writer has scattered here and there so far. The characterisation is spot on, the smut is just so, oh, delicious, and the writer’s beautiful use of “Oh, but”s had me sigh like Aziraphale when reading Jane Austen. All mixed up in an incredibly clever plot. We meet old and new and new-but-old-really friends and what the blooming freak is going on? The details are impressive, and did I mention beardo also does the amazing artwork? 

This is definitely one of those fics that make you wonder at the fact that the author is not a full time writer and artist and instead does this for free as a gift to us. What more can a reader ask for? 

Also, no matter if you've ever been or will ever go to Aberdeen, prepare to fall in love with the city and its university campus.

Is There A Version? by @lookingatacupoftea , rated M, chapters 11/25.

Because life, I still have to catch on the chapters that have been already posted, but, oh I'M LOVING THIS SEASON 3 FICTION! I'm loving it so much! It's so, so refreshing to read someone else’s story that shares my headcanon and my vision of the characters. Please please please go and read it!

Chicken Bites, by AMangoNamedChicken, rated M, chapters 28/?

A collection of small snippets in the lives of our ineffables. Every chapter can be read on its own as a little bite and you can skip some chapters if you want and still be able to enjoy the others. Great humour and lovely fluff, but really every chapter is different and can have a different tone. 

Wavelengths & Frequencies, by imposterssyndrome @maaikeatthefullmoon, @shadesofecclescakes , rated E, chapters 19/?

Human AU in which Aziraphale and Crowley are rival radio DJs who find themselves working for the same media company. This story is filled with lovely banter and humour and has all the right feels. 

My own new WIP, Deluded, rated M, chapter 1/ 5.

Human AU. Crowley has been sent to a blind date with Maggie's friend Aziraphale. But Crowley doesn't do dates, only one-night stands. He's done with feelings and stuff. So he delivers the little speech he has prepared to Aziraphale and they never see each other again. 

HA!

Joking. We all know that's never going to happen, don't we?

When I was finishing writing my season 3 fic, I promised myself that all I would write after that would be only human AUs with hardly any plot, and boy am I keeping that promise! Welcome to another story where all that happens is two people meeting, talking, thinking, falling in love and dealing with their own and each other's cluelessness. 

Complete stories: 

That Isn't Supposed To Happen, by @addledmongoose , rated T, 127k.

I adore Addled’s stories and style and have done since the first one I read over a year ago. Each new story is a lovely gift, and this reverse omens AU doesn't disappoint one bit. There's plot, there's a mystery to solve, there's oh, so much wonderful pining, there's humour, there's great characterisation and there's demon Azira. I don't think I'll ever be able to stress enough how being a demon suits Aziraphale perfectly. He was born to be a demon; Crowley's demon to be precise. The dynamics between the two of them is simply perfect. I loved loved loved this fiction! 

Anthony J. Crowley: Private Eye, by Tigerseye67, rated M, 14k.

Lovely human AU written in the style of a 40s noir film. Crowley is a private detective and Aziraphale hires him to recover a book that Gabriel stole from him. Several plot twists later everything ends well for our heroes, in this intriguing case!

One-shots:

Heir, by ddagent, rated T, 2k.

Just a lovely peek into the life of future king Aziraphale on the day of his brother’s Gabriel funeral. He meets leader of opposition and anti-monarchist Crowley. This story left a delicious taste of nostalgia and what-ifs in my mouth; it was brief and effective. But a fair warning: if you need unquestionable closure in the fics you read, maybe you might want to give this one a miss. I loved it.

Ghost, by AppleSeeds, rated T, 5k.

Human AU. Crowley seems to have a ghost in his flat who takes care of him by preparing relaxing hot baths and providing nice meals. Don't worry, though, this is fiction, and AppleSeeds fiction at that. Happy ending guaranteed. 

Just Another Day, by @enderhuntresss , rated E, 2k.

Such a lovely and fluffy (and hot) slice of life in the future of our favourite ineffables. This story is what awaits them on the other side of saving the world and we're all looking forward to for them. 

Smooth Criminal, by Sabotaged_Words @sabotage-on-mercury, rated T, 11k.

Oh,I adored this story! I have already recommended it to anyone who would listen and I'll recommend it again! It's a human AU where petty criminal Crowley tries to steal items from Aziraphale's bookshop and that's how their friendship begins. Delightful humour, warm vibes, great characterisation, hilarious references to canon: this fiction is a gem.

Thwarted Snark, by TogetherAgain, rated G, 400 words.

The first time Crowley sees Aziraphale again after he went back to heaven, he really wants to be snarky and sarcastic. But what he wants and what they both need are two very different things. Lovely and heartwarming.

As always, I tried to tag the authors whose tumblr username I know to show them that their fictions are loved. If you want your fiction removed from this list, or know an author who wants their fiction removed, please let me know.

As always, pleeeeeease, don't judge a fiction by the number of kudos!

Winter 2025 here

April's 2025 here

[e-rated-beardo]

Jumping on the bandwagon (?) because my current ongoing fic teaches mathematics to people who didn't think they liked mathematics (I'm still coming to terms with the comment that said I make maths hot—surely it's Crowley and/or Crowley's trousers doing that, not me):

It's a murder mystery/romance/who-made-them-human fic, set at a Scottish university, with lots of smut and one trans angel. The maths isn't constant or plot-crucial, but it's integral (ha!) enough to one character's person and to the setting that it's always pretty close by.

Perhaps it also teaches you about Aberdeen?

Rated E, with skip options making it somewhere around M.

(Recommended) GOOD OMENS FICS THAT TEACH YOU STUFF

Was inspired by @maaikeatthefullmoon who posted a fic rec list, and I wanted to do something similar.

Because I like to learn while I read. Sometimes I’ll read a fic and had no idea that Things Could Be Like That, and I’m just floored, thinking about it for days, googling and crying. As I haven’t the best memory, I might have forgotten some, and I might add more later. Everything is rated E or M because I only read the slick and sloppy.

THE LIST

1: For Loving One (AU) - World War II has never really interested me, and I didn’t know much about what it was like to be queer back then. I just assumed almost everyone was out to get you (and I wasn’t wrong), but I just didn’t have any reference material. Now I do, as it’s clear the author knows a lot about this topic. This is a beautiful story, well researched, with just enough happy and just enough angst. I’ve learned a lot, entirely without meaning to.

2: Epistolary - one of my favorite tropes, which is Crowley finding and reading Aziraphale’s diary and stumbling upon very private thoughts and YearningTM throughout history. There are plagues, there are Aztec ritual sacrifices, there’s a long-haired, sleeping Crowley in a cave and Aziraphale losing his mind yearning over (literally over) said sleeping Crowley.

3: exodus2 (canon compliant AU - yes, it’s possible) - Ezra and Crowley, programming students in their early 20s, meet at university in a totalitarian European state, and both have an interest in banned media and causing some trouble. You’ll learn some Hebrew, some Yiddish and Scandinavian - and how to start an insurrection against the State. And, there are (banned) book recommendations!

4: A Godawful Small Affair - What if Vince Taylor wasn’t Bowie’s inspiration for Ziggy Stardust? A fic that placed me firmly in a music scene I’ve never immersed myself in, in a decade I somehow skipped over. Yes, I know, I’m weird - but I’ve learned a lot! It’s sweet and it really feels probable.

5: Rough Enough for Love (AU) - As an AFAB person, I’ve learned so much about… uh, the subjective intricacies of AMAB anatomy. Also, it’s nice to skip the yearning sometimes and just read them having their cake and eating it too.

6: The False and the Fair (AU) - I knew nothing about West Virginia, nor about coal mining. It has all the feels and if this was about anyone other than the ineffables I wouldn’t have read it and I would have missed out. I’ve learned so much about a society and a setting so far from everything I thought I was interested in. Don’t miss out!

7: A Gift of Words - Okay, it’s not slick and sloppy - but VERY sweet, and I learned a lot about Gutenberg and the printing press. Crowley changes the world for his angel, by giving him (arguably) his most favorite thing.

—

Let me know if YOU wrote a fic in which you teach the reader about something you have special knowledge of! I’d like to read, learn and link to it.

As a treat: a picture of a peacock because I’m on holiday in Portugal.

And yes, one of my fics is in there. Not ashamed. Hah!

[dalishdaisy]

ive read that one post about tea/gan and female warden a long while ago and let my own thoughts in drafts so ill make it about myself here.

it was about him potentially idealizing warden as they hide in the andrastian chantry and she comes as some saintlike female savior figure

but for my worldstates it is subverted especially for rin. theyre praying to their human prophetess but its a dalish elf, that they scorn and that they attack in her name, that comes to save the humans asses. instead of their human saintess they get one of them knife ears

and i loved that as is but i realized: parallel to allen as an unwilling saint figure of not his maker

everything that happens to them is so parallel. they are still so fated even in separation