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[nosferatini]

With All Due Respect

My little contribution to the Smut War on @goodomensafterdark

Rated E for Explicit Sexual (but Consensual!) Content.

2k words + Podfic!

Summary:

When Crowley has an erotic dream, the Supreme Archangel of Heaven reaps the benefits! 😇 However, there’s a time and a place for such things, and this is certainly a questionable choice…

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*Slam!*

“Quickly, Angel, I can’t wait any longer…”

Crowley shoved his mouth onto Aziraphale’s, sliding desk ornaments and paperwork off the antique surface as the angel settled his arse in their place. It would have bothered Aziraphale if it had been his desk at the bookshop. But this wasn’t his desk at the bookshop. And broken things could easily be mended in Heaven…

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Thanks to 77ckk, @secretlywingedphantom from the Writers Guild and Ro_Fell, @the-literal-kj and MisterScruffyPoo from @sohoscribblers for betaing!

[rofell]

The Cure for a Broken Heart

The premise: Dr Crowley and Dr Az are hot for each other, working overnight in the hospital, and have access to rooms that lock and have beds.

They say 'write what you know' so I've set this story in the Canadian Healthcare System. It started as a vehicle for smut but somehow also became an exploration of systemic racism in Canada. At it's heart, it's about the wounds we carry and how they shape our relationships.

I'm very proud of this fic, and it's so much better thanks to the help of my faithful beta readers Azeutrecia, Springofviolets and rhubarbcrumbles.

The first half of this fic is now complete, I will be resume publishing the chapters of the second half/conclusion starting in one week's time.

TL;DR: smut with some angst and a lot of heart. Rating: Explicit CW: Discussions of systemic racism, families that are not supportive, some angst.

Excerpt: Az felt something blooming in his chest. Something undeniable. This was more than just a crush, more than just some passing lust for an attractive colleague. There was something here between him and Crowley. Something real. Az shivered. He didn’t know what to do. He was falling for a straight guy. Again.

In this moment, it didn’t matter. Az felt locked in this moment, like this moment was the only thing that mattered. Everything that came before, everything that came after, well. That was someone else’s problem.

Az leaned forward, just a fraction.

Crowley leaned forward, too.

Their faces were so close. Az was determined he wouldn’t move another inch. He didn’t know what was happening, but whatever it was, Crowley would have to initiate it. Crowley was staring at his lips now, and was leaning just a bit forward when -

The click of the door startled them both, their heads whipping around.

It was Muriel.

“Oh hi Az, hi Dr Crowley!” she exclaimed, apparently oblivious to the tension in the room.

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[angie-words]

How to Play: Good Omens fanfic

CWs: angst but with a happy ending, unresolved and eventually resolved romantic/sexual tension, light dom/sub, non-graphic smut - no explicit sex, so much yearning

I wanted to write a fic that captured the tension between A&C over the years without including any explicit sex. Hopefully you'll enjoy! Let me know what you think <3

Thanks to springofviolets, azeutreciathewicked, the-literal-kj, playdohangel and MisterScruffyPoo for being amazing beta readers!

Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale have been playing a game over the centuries: finding ways to touch without ever really acknowledging that's what they're doing, or talking about what it all means. But Crowley will follow any rules Aziraphale sets out so he can protect whatever this fragile thing is between them.

Excerpt:

This stranger of a demon, Furfur (a silly little thing full of sound and fury and signifying nothing), was practically bouncing up and down on his heels with glee. Crowley growled but refused to take him seriously. It was a demon: full of pride, every one of them (it does come before a fall, after all), and thus easy to trick and outmanoeuvre. He'd think of something, he reassured himself as he leaned back on the velvet sofa, listening with amusement as Furfur absolutely eviscerated the angel’s name.

“Azi-ra-pa-pap. Azi-fa-fe-la-a-la.���

Crowley stifled the snort that threatened to escape his mouth.

And then out of nowhere, there was a voice that surged with self-assured power, a steel fist wrapped in a silk glove; a voice that he had never heard before poured out through the angel’s lips:

“A-zira-phale.”

The syllables struck Crowley across the face, sunk into his bones, bore themselves down against his ribs and rasped, 'Mine'.

Oh, Crowley thought, head swimming as he tried to catch a breath that his body begged for, Wasn’t that just something?

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[finlands-world]

Hey there! This is not a new fic; I simply realized it has never been posted on Tumblr, so here it is! A little warning for internalized little/implied homophobia, body image issues, and alcohol consumption (although not a lot here-).

SUMMARY:

Aziraphale has lived his whole life avoiding activities his old church would have deemed "sinful", but as he gets older, he realizes he wants to discover new things and eliminate the shackles left by his upbringing. Visiting a gay bar for the first time, he meets this drag queen who doesn't seem like the others.

Crowley, a drag artist in his free time, returns a favor to an old friend whose gay bar is missing a Queen for the upcoming show and notices this funny guy who can't seem to keep his eyes off of him.

"As a performer in a short blue wig closed up her act, another one walked onto the stage, and the room fell silent.

She walked up to the mic, swinging her hips in a way Aziraphale had never seen before. She was in this tight-fitting low-necked black dress so long it almost touched the floor, covering her shoes. And it shined, it shined so prettily before his eyes. With a twirl from the Queen, the public learned the dreamy dress was backless, exposing her pale skin and slender features. Her shoulders were adorned with a black feather boa and a cascade of dark ginger curls, with braids scattered throughout. He’d never thought hair could be so mesmerizing. 

She had quite an angular face, defined jawline and high cheekbones, and she didn’t use any padding to accentuate her chest or hips, but it only made her more interesting to the eye.

She wasn’t hidden under layers of foundations like the others before her. In fact, you could only notice the powerful red lipstick, almost the same shade as her hair, and the discreet eyeliner, which complimented her golden-brown eyes beautifully.

Oh how they shone in the stage lights.

Aziraphale was in awe."

[azeutreciathewicked]

In the Beginning, there was the Earth and Sky… In the Beginning, there was a great Egg… In the Beginning, there was a Serpent… In the Beginning, there was a Tree… In the Beginning was the Word And the Word was with God And the WORD WAS GOD

Post S2 finale. Canon-friendly. This is a story of two tricksters …who have strong feelings for each other that they’re terrible at expressing …who have a status imbalance …who aren’t who they thought they were …who both are dealing with multiple types of trauma …in a dystopian divine+occult world …that may be entangled in a conspiracy based on the power of names and stories

This is an exploration of the dystopian angle of Heaven in Good Omens that questions the idea of a One Truth. It's also a chance to play with some theories about Raphael the missing Archangel, why Crowley is so powerful, why Aziraphale really isn't very angelic, what the Book of Life actually does to erase people, and other identity questions. This work is strongly canon-friendly; places where it deviates are explained with in-story and plot reasons. There are also lots of references to scenes and events in the show (S1 and S2) that are used to add context. Rated M for themes. A few instances of graphic violence for plot/character reasons, heavy emotional content, reflections on trauma, romantic relationships described tastefully, some awkward/uncomfortable situations due to miscommunication and power dynamics. Themes center around identity, memory, and choosing who you want to be. 33,844 words, 12 chapters (prologue, epilogue, afterword included)

[ines2925]

Chapter 2 is out!

Seven Things Archangel Gabriel Doesn’t Know

Chapter 2: Temperance

They wonder why he always feels the need to remind them how different they are. It isn't about their respective lines of work. It’s not like they were meeting to collaborate (not anymore). The sheer purpose of their little chats is to vent with someone who understands certain difficulties their jobs entail. If that someone is from Heaven, so be it. It's not like they are going to war anytime soon.  But Beelzebub would never freely mention Her. They, in fact, would rather hear nothing of Her at all. 

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[sohoscribblers]

Sharing an educational article written by one of our more experienced Scribblers for any new or hopeful writers out there. This is the first in a series on POV

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An Overview of Point of View in Writing

by @adeptdragonfruit54

What is point of view and why is it important?

Simply put, point of view is the lens through which you tell your story. It’s the voice of the story and your perspective character.  It’s important because the POV you tell the story from will impact the details available to your reader and the reliability of the narrator among other things. “No decision you make will impact the shape and texture of your story more than your choice of Point of View,” says editor Dave Lambert. Surprisingly, it can also be one of the trickier skills to master for a new or inexperienced writer. A common problem is an inconsistent POV. You don’t have to stick with a single POV throughout a story, but if you’re new to writing, sometimes it’s better to stick with one POV until you have a little more experience under your belt. Another problem I’ve seen is using an incorrect POV for the story being told.  I’ll give you an example of this once we dig into the different types of POV below. So, what are the different types of POV?

Primarily, there are three types of POV. We’ll start with a basic overview in this article and then go into each, in depth, in subsequent articles.

First Person POV:

First person POV uses personal pronouns like “I,” “me,” “we,” and “us.” Stories written in the first person are personal narratives where the protagonist is telling their story or a side character is telling the protagonist’s story. Ie. Suzanne Collins’s Hunger Games is written in with first person from the POV of the protagonist, Katniss Everdeen.

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[secretlywingedphantom]

New Tag Game: Quote your fanfic

For my writing pals, mostly. But Who's Counting. It's cocky hours but make it communal.

For as many as you want of your published works, pick your favourite line/paragraph and post it up here. Let yourself feel proud of your creations.

Thanks for the tag @finlands-world !

I only have one very short published fic (more coming, I swear!). I wrote it for a Secret Santa gift back in December, and I prettied it up a bit with some graphics. CW: It gets explicit near the end on AO3 (not below).

Dear Diary... ('Twas The Night Before Christmas)

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Text-only snippet:

Away to the front door I flew like a flash Tore open the shutters and peered through the glass.

The moon high above framed the scene down below; A black ’26 Bentley plunged head-first in snow.

Then what to my wondering eyes did appear, But my yellow-eyed demon, his impatience, quite clear.

“Crowley, really,” I breathed as he charged through the door, His eyes blazed with longing, left me weak to my core.

Moving fast as a cheetah, he caught hold of my vest, Then murmured with urgency as we stood, chest to chest:

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I'm tagging @henriettarhippo-hrh on this, because I just read their fic Starmaker and loved it!

[henriettarhippo-hrh]

New Tag Game: Quote your fanfic

For my writing pals, mostly. But Who's Counting. It's cocky hours but make it communal.

For as many as you want of your published works, pick your favourite line/paragraph and post it up here. Let yourself feel proud of your creations.

Thanks for the tag @secretlywingedphantom ! All fics from Good Omens

Miracles on ice (E, WIP, human AU, ice skating rivals, enemies to lovers, fights, bickering it's basically blades of glory)

“I’m not taking the female skater’s position,” Aziraphale said, flustered. He yanked his hand out of Crowley’s and tried to grab him again, but Crowley started moving his hand around and refused to still it.

“Well I’m certainly not,” Crowley growled, grabbing Aziraphale roughly by the wrist.

“Yes you are, I’m stronger,” Aziraphale said.

Crowley let out a bark of a laugh. “You are not stronger than me. I’ve actually got experience lifting other skaters.”

“Oh yes, all those tiny, skinny women. You really think you could lift me?” Aziraphale said with a slight smirk.

“Is that a challenge?” Crowley said with a low growl.

“Guys, it's just waltz position,” Gabriel said, waving a hand. “We don't need to get into the specifics right now.”

One moment Aziraphale was staring into the darkness of Crowley’s glasses, the next he could see over the top of Crowley’s head as the man hoisted him up and off the ice.

“Ack!” Aziraphale let out a strangled noise as he surged upwards, his arms cartwheeling backwards as his body leant back.

“Stop squirming!” Crowley snapped as he pushed forward on his skates, moving across the ice with Aziraphale clasped against him.

“Crowley, put him down,��� Gabriel said, he moved hesitatingly across the ice to follow them. “We’re not doing lifts right now.”

Starmaker (E, 4k words, post season 2, smut/angst, Crowley ditches girls' night to get laid, GOAD)

Muriel shook their head. “He’s still awake and in the bookshop, but Mr Fell is there, too.”

Maggie gasped. “Mr Fell’s back?”

Muriel nodded, beaming. “Yes! They were wrestling on the desk. I think Mr Crowley was winning.”

Nina and Maggie exchanged a look. 

Nina cleared her throat.

“Right. I think you should probably stay here tonight, Muriel. Girls’ night just turned into a sleepover.” 

(The story is just pure smut but I enjoy that adorable Muriel bit at the end)

I'm tagging @ukcalico because I really enjoyed their GOAD entry A Bit Much

[nosferatini]

The Sound of Lyrics

A Belated Fluff Fest musical comedy fic for @sohoscribblers !

4.1k words - And not a trigger in sight.

🎧Recommended listening: Sound of Lyrics Soundcloud Playlist

Summary:

Crowley and Aziraphale are surprised to find the Metatron in the bookshop one fine Friday morning, but things proceed a little differently than the original Ineffable Plan. The angels depart, leaving Crowley anxious to get back to the flat and Aziraphale anxious to get back to his music.

Crowley might have been a little disappointed that they hadn’t wound up doing drunken breakfast at the Ritz, but he rather fancied emptying his plants and moving back in.

Nina and Maggie might have spoken to Aziraphale about the whole “talking” thing, but they found the bookshop quite decidedly locked.

So, they’re still not talking, per se. But perhaps, with the right persuasion… they will sing.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale eyed the record player over the rims of his spectacles. It was skipping; which would be nothing, if he weren’t an angel whose divine presence precluded such an occurrence. His records never skipped. Not since the invention of records.

He left the glasses at the desk and stepped toward the table. He stood there, doing his best at menace, yet his uncharacteristic scowl did nothing to deter it.

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked, as if the record had an excuse.

The golden hue of the bookshop flickered in time with the scratching repetitions of that single, unflattering note of Schubert’s Symphony No. 5.

“Oh, for goodness sake,” he tutted, rolling his eyes. “Crowley, did you hex the record player?”

Now, the skipping seemed to become… musical. Aziraphale stared in fascination as the scratches became notes and the repetitions took on a rhythm of their own. Crowley was certainly to blame. The record now sounded decidedly bebop, if ever he’d heard it (he hadn’t). So he made his way back to the vintage telephone at his desk.

Crowley would simply have to come by and fix it. What a shame. Aziraphale tempered his smile, pouting as he wrapped a hand around the receiver and ignoring the song in the background.

“I was tired of my lady, we’d been together too long; Like a worn out recording, of a favorite song…”

But as angelic fingers dialed—sliding along the pathways to a number known by rote—the angel’s foot began to tap to the beat. He felt a sudden urge to read the paper. And as he gazed at the one on his desk, the letters of the headline began to shift in parody of the record’s playful masculine voice…

“…If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain; If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain…”

Aziraphale stared, dumbstruck; slowly reasoning that the editors of The Times hadn’t decided to go tabloid with their paper. This was far more elaborate than Crowley’s usual schemes, and Aziraphale now desperately wished to talk to the demon. In fact, the more he thought about it, the greater his desire to speak… no… to sing, for Crowley.

He could feel the lyrics behind his teeth. His hand grew clammy around the receiver as he bit lips together to withhold the words like a failing dam, when Crowley’s voice drawled:

“…do it with style…”

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Special thanks to my betas: @finlands-world , @the-literal-kj , @playdohangel and @goodomensafterdark for the support of my guild friends :)

[angie-words]

On starting again

This is going to be just a brief first post as I try to work out what the hell I'm doing. I was never a prolific user/commenter on Tumblr but I feel like I've lost what little knowledge I had accumulated.

Bear with me.

If it helps to get a sense of my history with this platform, I stopped using it waaay before the ban on "female-presenting nipples".

I burned myself out pretty badly on writing thanks, ironically, to studying a Masters about it. But the one thing that's really brought the joy back to the process is the Good Omens fandom.

Thanks to the amazing Scribblers of Soho, I'm putting up things on AO3, getting wonderful help with beta reading, and doing some beta reading myself of incredible, inspiring work .

I'll make some links and things when I have more time but it's honestly kind of nice to be back and enjoying writing again.

[azeutreciathewicked]

My amazing writing buddy and overall bad influence!

Oh hi! If you didn't know, I have an AO3 account! Currently four (2 fluff, 2 smut) works, please check them out and I'd love to hear your feedback!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/PrincessLegolas I'm working on something very different for the #ineffablesmutwar with my friends at @sohoscribblers which will be posted at the end of the month

[finlands-world]

Whatever You May Be

As Crawley, the demon in charge of the first temptation, chatted with the angel of the Southern wall, Adam and Eve escaped by the Eastern gate, menacing the principality guarding it and stealing his flaming sword (Or at least that’s what the paperwork implied).

Over the millennia, Aziraphale and Crowley have managed never to meet one another, living their own completely separate lives.

One day, Hell sends an unusual request: This little bookshop in central Soho needs to be watched, and Crowley is assigned to the case.

Crowley didn’t own much, and of what he did own, there was very little he actually cared about. Excluding the lush plants, of course, all his prized possessions could fit into a simple wooden jewelry box, worn out by centuries of regular touch. It had once been adorned by skillfully drawn flowers, but the pigments had faded and the paint had cracked before flaking off, bit by bit.

Inside, a pearl necklace, a few rough-shaped rings, some coins of another time, whisps of fabric and buttons of all kinds, simple relics from those who’d broken his loneliness for a while, the humans who had appeared in his life and worked their way into his heart, taking a bit of it as they left, never by choice but by fate. Lovers, friends, or something in between. 

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Little AU I've been thinking of for a while, hope you enjoy!

As always, thanks a lot to the @sohoscribblers for the amazing community, and to @rofell , @azeutreciathewicked, and @springofviolets for the beta! You're all amazing

[azeutreciathewicked]

Congratulations!  You are the winner of an all-expenses paid fanfic voyage where you get to savor a series of incredibly hot, smutty, and oh so very sacrilegious threesomes with our favorite bastard Angel and totally-not-nice slinky-hipped Demon.

If you’d like to skip directly to the fic without spoilers and read the wall of shame delightful content tags there (including “Turbo Virgins” and “Aziraphale has a dirty mouth”), lick, er, click the link: The Nephilim Loophole by Ashmodai the Wicked

To continue with your itinerary and free preview, read on!

In the first two chapters, “Negotiation” (Ch. 1)  and “The Munch,” (Ch. 2) we will establish our characters and their goals for this naughty but sex positive journey, including boundaries, safe words, and negotiations as our ineffable duo learn: “sex, how do?”

Next stop will be some lovely “getting to know you” action with intense making out, wandering hands, a human sandwich, and some naughty bits coming out to play in the second half on “The Couch” (Ch. 3).

After that, we’ll turn up the heat in “Exposed” (Ch. 4) with clothes coming off, penetration, and other vanilla-plus intimate hijinks, with some cum licking and a celebratory spitroast at the end.

We’ll take a quick rest stop at “Interlude” (Ch. 5) to recover from these exertions, plus add some very clear foreshadowing about what is to come so you may say the safeword (“Vavoom”) and go straight to “Aftercare” (Ch. 7) if you’ve had enough. Beware your voice mail – Aziraphale is getting the hang of leaving scandalous messages for you during work hours!

“Driven” (Ch. 6), our final extra long* leg(?) through Smut Town will be a busy medley of BDSM (minus the crushing humiliation, flogging, and inflicted pain you may associate with that acronym), complicated relationship dynamics, a bit of obsession and possessiveness, sex addiction, a bratty sub, some fun little toys, a whole lotta sexy talk, spanking, angel wall sex, double penetration and triple penetration. 

Treat yourself to a provocative and hypnotizing oral delivery by our very own fledgling Gentle Dom Aziraphale who pumps out as much praise as you can lap up, as long as you are well-behaved. Otherwise, there will be some very stern chastisement and light verbal humiliation for both you and Crowley, as you are partners in the crime of being too damn horny for your own good (“you couldn’t behave yourselves for one elevator ride!”). You might just want to keep misbehaving to get a longer scolding…

But is everything as it seems? Things will get quite kinky, a bit weird, maybe even a little eldritch this time, but still very much consensual and sex-positive.

*Note: This chapter doubled the length of this fic. And it’s mostly Aziraphale’s dirty, dirty mouth running without anyone to stop him because he put himself in charge. Not that anyone’s into that… right?

 We ask that you stay in your seats until the ride has come to a complete stop at the stations of “Aftercare” (Ch. 7) and “Primum non nocere” (Ch. 8) to see if it can make sense in the end. The author will not be held responsible for any lingering angst inflicted on our demon and angel; our liability insurance only covers you, the reader, and you will be perfectly safe… trust us!

Don’t be intimidated by the size of this monster – it goes down smooth if you relax and let it take you. Please have a pleasurable and stimulating journey!

Content tags for entire work: (mostly in Ch. 6 - Driven) 

2nd person perspective, MFM threesome, consent established prior, safe words, adult language, crude language, sexy words, scent fetish, taste fetish, cum play, spanking, light humiliation, small toys, vibrators, sexy phone talk / texting, power trip, control, power imbalance, relationship imbalance, psychological spiral, punishment, BDSM (lite), anal, self-destructive behavior, soft/gentle dom, possibility of manipulation?, mirror sex, a touch of eldritch/uncanny, double penetration, triple penetration, oral sex, sex positivity, turbo virgins

Ready to start your voyage? Excellent Read "The Nephilim Loophole"

[ines2925]

I can't believe it, but we are almost done! In today's chapter, we will meet someone important to Gabriel as he will introduce Beelzebub to them.

See you all tomorrow for the final chapter!

[azeutreciathewicked]

This is such a well-written medical AU that brings in issues of race, discrimination, queerness, and really honest emotional backgrounds for our characters. I love beta reading this work, and highly recommend it!

The Cure for a Broken Heart

The premise: Dr Crowley and Dr Az are hot for each other, working overnight in the hospital, and have access to rooms that lock and have beds.

They say 'write what you know' so I've set this story in the Canadian Healthcare System. It started as a vehicle for smut but somehow also became an exploration of systemic racism in Canada. At it's heart, it's about the wounds we carry and how they shape our relationships.

I'm very proud of this fic, and it's so much better thanks to the help of my faithful beta readers Azeutricia, Springofviolets and rhubarbcrumbles.

The first half of this fic is now complete, I will be resume publishing the chapters of the second half/conclusion starting in one week's time.

TL;DR: smut with some angst and a lot of heart. Rating: Explicit CW: Discussions of systemic racism, families that are not supportive, some angst.

Excerpt: Az felt something blooming in his chest. Something undeniable. This was more than just a crush, more than just some passing lust for an attractive colleague. There was something here between him and Crowley. Something real. Az shivered. He didn’t know what to do. He was falling for a straight guy. Again.

In this moment, it didn’t matter. Az felt locked in this moment, like this moment was the only thing that mattered. Everything that came before, everything that came after, well. That was someone else’s problem.

Az leaned forward, just a fraction.

Crowley leaned forward, too.

Their faces were so close. Az was determined he wouldn’t move another inch. He didn’t know what was happening, but whatever it was, Crowley would have to initiate it. Crowley was staring at his lips now, and was leaning just a bit forward when -

The click of the door startled them both, their heads whipping around.

It was Muriel.

“Oh hi Az, hi Dr Crowley!” she exclaimed, apparently oblivious to the tension in the room.

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