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My fanfiction over on AO3. All Good Omens (TV continuity), Aziraphale/Crowley. (Updated March 2, 2026)
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The Tale of the Saltarelli Sonnet (T, 5k words, oneshot)
What Crowley was doing at the start of the fourteenth century. History, poetry, translation… a sonnet-writing lawyer who thought people would be reasonable … and just a touch of pre-S2 angst.
East of the Sun, West of the Moon (E, 11k words, a standalone chapter in a larger collab)
Monster Hunter Aziraphale/Shapeshifter Crowley AU. Arranged marriage to a mysterious stranger; sex magic on the wedding night; and the Ballad of Tam Lin with consentacles. (You can enjoy this chapter even if you have not read anything else in this big collab fic! I promise! I wrote it with almost zero knowledge of anything else!)
Good (E, 1000 words, oneshot)
Crowley’s done something kind again. There must be something Aziraphale can do for him in return. No matter how much he complains about it. (CNC, praise/degradation kink, Gentle Dom Aziraphale)
(More under the cut!)
The New-Made World (E, 5397 words, oneshot)
No one watching. Nothing to prove. Just the two of them. Together. (A follow-up to All Your Life.) A birthday gift for @lornainthewoods.
Over the River and Through the Wood (E, 100 words)
In which, sharing a cottage on the South Downs, they gradually find their way to themselves, and to each other. Soft and sweet and musical. A birthday gift for @gaiaseyes451 .
Horn of Plenty (E, 2931 words, oneshot) — co-written with @malachitegrey and @voluptatiscausa
Fluff and Crack. Crowley runs an ice cream parlor. Also he has horns. Also he and Aziraphale are in love. A birthday gift for MimiRay.
That Certain Night (E, 8670 words, 4/4 chapters)
Three nights together during wartime, and one night together after. Angst with a happy ending. 1941, 1967, Night at Crowley’s Flat, and a sweet, smutty South Downs epilogue. A birthday gift for @voluptatiscausa .
This Most Balmy Time and Stay Me With Flagons (both E, each 100 words)
A pair of smutty birthday drabbles for @cemeteryangel725 .
Nothing Lasts Forever (G, 108 words)
A post-S2 meditation on narrative arcs, astronomy, and love — but make it a sonnet. (Written for a poetry game in the Good Omens After Dark Writers Guild. Prompt: “Starmaker”)
Gibraltar May Tumble (E, 8539 words)
A little first-time light bondage on a rainy South Downs afternoon, with feelings and tenderness and love. (A gift fic for @sapientmanbuncountrymare written as part of the Good Omens After Dark Pride Exchange)
Bear You on the Breath of Dawn (T, 100 words)
They’ve had an argument — their first since they moved into their cottage together. They’re still not very good at talking. But this time, they both stay. (A drabble.)
Da Pacem (M, 341 words)
A sestina about stopping the Second Coming with your secret lover, using the key words “night, time, glass, light, tide, stars.”
Is This Desire? (E, 15.5k words, 2/2 chapters)
A smutty, sex-pollened meditation on desire and consent. (Written for the High Pollen Count Good Omens Sex Pollen Event.)
Confiteor (M, 3k words, 1/1 chapter)
Aziraphale goes on a guilt trip. Crowley brings him back home. (Angst with a happy ending.)
Exsultet (E, 6k words, 3/3 chapters)
They’d won. But there were some things left to lose. (And there were some victories still to come.) (A gift fic for @crowleyslvt written as part of the Good Omens Song and Poetry Exchange)
In contenti e in allegria (E, 5k words, 2/2 chapters)
Completely shameless PWP, honeymoon in Paris edition. (A gift fic for @and-his-hands-were-24-crows in the Good Omens After Dark Valentine’s Exchange)
O You and Me at Last (E, 4k words, 1/1 chapters)
News of one of Aziraphale’s past admirers has Crowley feeling a little… possessive. (Written for the Good Omens After Dark Smut War)
Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (E, 5k words, 3/3 chapters)
Crowley’s been giving Aziraphale space to adjust to being on his own, finally free of Heaven. Now, a gorgeous American philanthropist has started hanging around the bookshop. Has Crowley left things Too Late? (Spoiler alert: There’s a very happy resolution.) (Gift fic for IUsedToBeGifted177 in the Good Omens After Dark Christmas Exchange)
Small Things Like Reasons (M, 4k words, 7/7 chapters)
An exploration of six competing meta theories against the backdrop of the Rapture.
These, Thy Gifts (M, 100 words)
Crowley gives thanks for a feast. (A smutty Thanksgiving drabble.)
Revolver (T, 200 words)
Sometime in the late 1960s or early 1970s, Crowley tried to introduce Aziraphale to the Beatles. It went about like you’d expect. (A double drabble with hands thirst.)
Series: Auprès de ma blonde
(Each item in the series can be read independently.)
General vibes: Ineffable Honeymoon. Everything is terribly sweet and romantic. Lots of Feelings. There are literary and musical allusions.
(Individual works in the series under the cut! Dorothy Sayers fans will instantly clock the first two titles. Yes, there are Wimsey vibes.)
one more river (and that’s the river of jordan) (E, 5k words, 3/3 chapters)
They are alone now — they are free. They are both nervous, but eager, newlyweds.
Auprès de ma blonde, qu’il fait bon dormir (E, 2k words, 1/1 chapters)
The morning after “one more river.”
What We Think About When We Think About Each Other (E, 4k words, 6/6 chapters)
Five times they swapped fantasies, and one time they started learning to share.
Songs and Sonnets (E, 2k words, 1/1 chapters)
A little bit of exploration that gets surprisingly emotional.
That the One Ought To Have of the Other (T, 1k words, 1/1 chapters)
Marriage vows considered as a formal contract, and negotiated with feelings.
Set Me as a Seal Upon Your Heart (E, 12k words, 4/4 chapters)
The Ineffable Husbands make it official. And formal contracts between supernatural entities have a way of becoming particularly real.
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“Adam wasn’t listening, at least to any voices outside his own head. ‘It’s all too much of a mess,’ he said. ‘We should start again. Just save the ones we want and start again. That’s the best way. It’d be doing the Earth a favor, when you come to think about it. It makes me angry, seeing the way those old loonies are messing it up . . .’”
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This phrase has already entered my vocabulary re: media criticism where like. The viewer has a concrete view of what they expect a story to be based on the tropes and cliches they're used to seeing together, and when that doesn't happen, they judge it as a failed depiction of what they assumed it was going to be instead of judging it as what it actually is.
"This show is problematic because the hero didn't kill the villain at the end": When does he steal the bread?
"These two characters who were close friends throughout the series don't kiss at the end! What the fuck?": When does he steal the bread?
"This feels like it's missing a conclusion! Like, the protagonist does bad stuff and because of a critical decision he makes as a result of his major character flaws, meets tragedy in the end! Where's the part where he learns better and brings is love back from the dead and becomes a good guy and gets a happy ending?": When does he steal the fucking bread??
Life is not interchangeable. Our experiences make us who we are. Suffering does not make a person noble. Killing someone so that someone else can have a happy life is evil. Suicide is not romantic. Tragedy is not more profound than joy. When a cruel world punishes you for who you are and demands self-sacrifice, self-fulfillment is revolution. It’s easy to die for someone, but much harder to live for them. There is never only one inevitable ending, not when there is hope and the magic of people working together as one.
Love and life are precious. I will never celebrate when someone chooses to abandon these gifts without fighting for them. It is a pointless tragedy and nothing else.
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It's 3 a.m. and another night of horrible sleep (thank you Prime) and maybe everyone is too worn out to care, but......
I cannot accept that the world was so broken it needed to be eliminated.
I do not believe that, when Aziraphale heartbrokenly expressed that all he wanted was Crowley, that Crowley wouldn't suggest they stay in that Garden for as long as they can -- just to give that last gift to his Angel -- before resuming this cruelly unnecessary path with God.
I reject the concept that after 6000 years of studying Aziraphale's every thought and action, S3 Crowley no longer has ANY CLUE as to who his Angel is, what he wants, how hard he's tried, and especially how much he loves and needs some peace with the person who completes him.
I find it ridiculous that, when Crowley said what he wanted, he somehow did NOT see the faint hope in Aziraphale's eyes fade and be replaced with numb despair. That he said, "DID I SAY THE WRONG THING?" with no attempt to convey how much he valued his Angel.
I think it's bizarre and insanely OOC that Aziraphale would say, "Otherwise I wouldn't need to find him, would I? AND I WOULDN'T NEED YOU." Our Angel was torn apart leaving him in the Final 15, and torn apart in losing him to God's rigidly uncaring games.
I will not accept that Crowley was so defined by his traumatic history that he accepted all this, and them disappearing into the ether, without even a delay or a struggle or a massive brainstorming session about all those damned empty pages that become a NEW BOOK OF LIFE.
I refuse to justify this ending with the idea that Crowley's life was so defined by his pain that ending his existance - AS HIMSELF - was some romantically tragic destiny.
*****
I'm trying so hard to be "Nice", and "Accurate", and reasoned, and helpful. But this was some crappy OOC despairing nihilistic Giving-Up, by the former demon whose whole arc in S1 was that he learned to NOT GIVE UP. Where was the fight that comes before the noble sacrifice?
Their story, the part of the story that was ACTUALLY THEM, ended in that diminished bookshop. It was to end as it began -- in a Garden.
I wanted to share some more of these, specifically trans women of color. The images I'm posting are from a project called To Survive On This Shore and it's an interview project. I am only posting a handful so it's so worth checking out!
This is Linda, 60
Alexis, 64
Helena, 63
Kendrah, 72 (!!)
Tasha, 65
It was deeply healing to me to discover this project. The site has selected photos and attached interviews and it's definitely worth your time. I didn't include any because the focus of this post imo is transfems but there are a lot of beautiful interviews with transmasc people too if you're interested! But that'll have to be another post 💖
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Look I do. Genuinely. tend to keep most of my hater opinions pretty close to the vest. Because like okay, you liked the thing I think kinda sucked, I don't need to go ringing your doorbell about it. We can agree on that.
But I feel the sleeper-phrase activation in myself whenever I see a take like "um if you didn't like it it's actually because you didn't understand it!!!!" and i have to like. Take a walk around the block before I morph into Ron Swanson.
