sticky, breathless heat (E, 1.3k) - a guess the author eden ficlet by ineffabildaddy
Theyâve been doing it for a while now. Itâs practically all theyâve been doing over the past few days. Today, however, is the first time they have ever been caught in the act.
An angel and a demon are watching them from the wall. Itâs a long way down from there, but itâs a good vantage point if one is merely interested in getting the gist of it.
written for the @gomens-timeaftertime server's first gta event for the prompt 'classic'!
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Written for the Warm Close: Through the Universes Event (hosted on AO3)
Questions, questions, questions.
Why did Michael take the Book of Life from its room in Heaven?
Why didnât Crowley and Aziraphale cease to ever exist when it was destroyed? (After all, their pages were definitely seen inside it.)
What was that golden flash at the end of everything, and what did it imply?
Is a second chance just a one-off deal, or do you get to try things time after time?
What actually happens when the light goes out at the end of the universe?
What is the matter of life and death?
There's only one way to find out...
(Not a typical Aziraphale/Crowley romance - in fact, they're not the main characters and are hardly in it until the last chapter. Not a Finale Fix-It or a re-write. It is GO Finale compliant. Very Pratchett-y. LOTS of footnotes!)
Four chapters, posting weekly on Fridays throughout July.
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Summary: Crowley runs a cafĂŠ; Aziraphale is his new neighbour, setting up a bookshop across the street. From the minute he sees Aziraphale, Crowley's falls hard. Actually asking Aziraphale on a date turns out to be more of a challenge than it first looks, but Crowley's not giving up yet... A fluffy meet-cute with a little reveal at the end đ
Excerpt:
Eyes round, Aziraphale gratefully took the offered pastries with a pleased hum. âThatâs so nice of you!â
Crowley rolled his eyes playfully and tutted. âNot nice, not nice at all.â
Raising a mischievous eyebrow, Aziraphale softly smiled and looked Crowley up and down. âWell, rather more than nice, then.â
Crowleyâs brain stuttered to a halt. WasâŚwas Aziraphale flirting? Was that what those sparkling eyes meant? Or was it just the effect of the overhead lights? Was he interested too? Say something, say something, his brain protested. âUh, maybe we should swap numbersââ Crowley mumbled, but Aziraphale was already striding towards the exit. âTa-ta for now, and hopefully see you again soon!â
The door closed behind Aziraphale with a firm thud, one that wasnât half as loud as the ones pounding through Crowleyâs chest. When he finally recovered, he gulped, but made a determined vow: he was abso-fucking-lutely going to ask Aziraphale out.
Continue on AO3 â
Thanks so much to @rofell and @sakascal for their stellar help beta reading! Thanks also to @goodomensafterdark and @whickberstreetwriters for their support đ
Erza Fell is a painter who has come to Paris to open a gallery. While admiring the works of his favorite artist at the Louvre, his attention is drawn to the voice of a tour guide whose red hair and charm do not leave him indifferent.
Notes
For the @gomens-timeaftertime warm-close event!
On Ao3
Rating G - 1544
"The Mona Lisa, also known as La Gioconda, is a painting by Leonardo da Vinci. It was created between 1503 and 1506, or possibly as late as 1517, as the artist died on May 2, 1519. It is a half-length portrait of Lisa Gherardini, a Florentine woman and the wife of Francesco del Giocondo. Acquired most likely by Francis I, this oil painting on a 79 Ă 53 cm poplar wood panel is one of the few works definitively attributed to Leonardo da Vinci.â
Erza, who had been lost in contemplation of the painting by his favorite artist, turned his head toward the man whose voice rose above the crowd gathered in front of the famous painting. What had caught his attention was the perfect English tinged with a Scottish accent with which the sentence had been spoken. Having been in Paris for only a few weeks, he still struggled with the language.Â
From where he stood, all he could see was the top of a ginger-haired manâs head, slightly taller than the rest of the crowd. Curious, he weaved his way through the museum visitors to get closer to the owner of that voice.
The man was tall and slender with red hair that seemed to catch the museumâs artificial light. He wore a name tag hanging from a lanyard that read: Anthony Crowley â Guide (English, French, and Italian).
Erza discreetly watched the guide as he continued his explanation. Anthonyâs gestures were somewhat theatrical; his long fingers traced shapes in the air as if he were sculpting the story he was telling. To Erza, this demonstrated his passion for the subject. The painter couldnât deny that the guide exuded a certain magnetism. Erza stayed on the outskirts, following the group at a respectful distance and straining to hear Anthonyâs explanations. There was warmth in this manâs voice, a sincere love for the artwork he was trying to convey to the group of tourists he was guiding through the museumâs galleries. There was no doubt that English was his native language, judging by the way he spoke and answered questions from the English tourists. However, Erza had also heard him speak excellent French to his colleague, which made Erza a little jealous as he struggled every day to make himself understood by the workers in his gallery.Â
The guided tour ended, and Erza watched the guide walk away with a sense of longing. Making the best of a bad situation, he continued exploring on his own. Three hours later, when he left the museum, he decided to treat himself to a cup of tea and a pastry at a tea room before heading home.Â
Sitting on the tea roomâs terrace, having just finished his strawberry crĂŞpe, Erza was still thinking about the handsome tour guide. When the waitress came to clear his plate, he ordered a second cup of Earl Grey and took his sketchbook out of his bag.
Very quickly, his pencil began to dance across the page, guided by a sudden, frantic need to capture the redheaded guideâs features before the memory faded. He sketched the sharpness of Anthonyâs profile, the intensity of his gaze, and how his hair danced when he moved. He also added a few sketches of the guideâs long fingers.
After an hour of drawing, he wrote âLouvre, May 13, 2026, Anthonyâ at the bottom of the page, slipped his museum admission ticket inside, closed his sketchbook, and put it away in his bag.
As always after an intense drawing session, he was in a daze as he left the tea room, his mind still inhabited by the subject of his sketch. He was jostled a bit as he made his way through the dense afternoon crowd on the pedestrian street toward his apartment. It wasnât until he arrived home that he realized his bag had come open and the sketchbook was missing. It had probably fallen out when he had been bumped into, since nothing else was missing.Â
After spending an hour retracing his steps, asking the tea room staff if they had seen his sketchbook, and scouring the pedestrian street with no luck, his phone rang in his pocket. Erza grabbed it and, seeing that it was an unknown number, hesitated to answer. By the time he made up his mind, the voicemail had kicked in. He figured that if it were important, the caller would leave a message.
A minute later, he received a notification. He had a new voicemail.
He pressed play on his phone and held it to his ear. "Mr. Fell, this is the reception desk at the Louvre Museum. Itâs about your sketchbook. If you could please call us back at this number.â
Erza almost let out a cry of joy and frantically dialed the number.
"Hello, this is Mr. Fell. You called me about my sketchbook.â
"Yes, that's right. We found your sketchbook. It was turned in to Lost and Found thanks to the ticket you left in it. We found information in it that allowed us to identify you.âÂ
After a brief exchange, fortunately, the person he was speaking with spoke excellent English, Erza was on his way to the museum. His steps were light with anticipation at the thought of retrieving his precious notebook.
When he arrived at the front desk, the receptionist pointed him to a secluded area with a few deserted benches and comfortable armchairs at the end of the day.
"Please wait here, sir. The person in charge will bring you your sketchbook.â
A few moments later, a door set slightly back opened, and Erza gasped softly upon seeing the object of half his thoughts that day, the handsome guide, Anthony Crowley. He was holding Erza's well-worn, leather-bound sketchbook.
"Good evening. Is this your sketchbook, Mr. Fell?â the guide asked, standing before him. He had addressed him in English, and his voice was lower and more natural than the theatrical voice he used as a guide. Erza stood up, nodded quickly, and said, "Yes, thatâs it! Thank you! Thank you!âÂ
Erza was about to grab the notebook that had been extended to him when Anthony moved it out of his reach with a teasing smile and said softly, âYouâre really talented, but I have to say, itâs a little unsettling to be the subject of such close scrutiny.â
Erza felt heat rise from the nape of his neck to his hairline, spreading across his cheeks. Of course, the guide had seen those pages; that's where he'd found the ticket that led him to information about Erza.
"I...I'm sorry," Erza stammered. "It's a habit. If I see something that catches the light, I have to draw it.â
Anthony raised an eyebrow and asked, "So I caught the light?"
Erzaâs thoughts were racing. He could lie. He could talk about the play of light on Anthonyâs chiseled features or the aesthetics of his silhouette. That was the painterâs answer. The safe answer. To leave it at that.
Then, Erza remembered his old drawing teacher's voice when he was stuck in front of a painting he couldnât seem to finish: âWhen the situation seems impossible, dig deeper and paint as if you could finish your work.â
Feeling emboldened, Erza replied, "No, that's not why. I lied. I only draw what I find beautiful,â he said, his voice suddenly gaining confidence. âAnd I found you beautiful. Besides, it's nice to have a fellow countryman in a foreign city that seems so vast. For a while, I didnât feel alone. Thanks to you, I felt at home at the museum for a few hours. I wanted to sketch that so I could remember it when I look at these drawings of you.â
After a moment of silence, Anthony took half a step forward and replied softly, "That's sweet of you, Erza. I havenât been in Paris very long either, and I havenât met many people since I arrived. I know exactly what itâs like to feel alone in this huge city."
The guide held out his hand to Erza. "Nice to meet you. I'm Anthony." Then, he winked and added, "How about we spend some time being alone together?"Â
Erza took his hand and said softly, "Nice to meet you. I'm Erza."Â
Neither of them pulled their hands away. They stood there, hand in hand, at the reception desk, under the watchful, smiling gaze of the security guards.
"My shift is over," Anthony said gently as he brushed his thumb against the back of Erza's hand. "Would you like to have dinner with me? I know a place that serves tea that doesn't insult English tradition."
Erza laughed, a sincere, spontaneous laugh that surprised even him, and replied softly, "I'd love to, Anthony."
They walked out of the museum side by side and unhurriedly. The conversation flowed easily between them.Â
Erza thought of the sketchbook in his pocket. He had the feeling the pages would soon be filled not only with works of art and inspiring subjects, but also with the quiet, intimate beauty of a life beginning to take shape.Â
For the first time since packing his bags and leaving home, Erza no longer felt like a stranger.Â
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Aziraphale/Crowley // across the multiverse; technically post s3 but doesn't actually refer to it // multiple human AU meet cutes // rated T // 5.9k words
written for the @gomens-timeaftertime event!
In a universe much like our own, a man not dissimilar from an angel we know has just moved into a new flat⌠And then the image in front of our eyes blurs. Lines branching. We follow another one like a spark of electricity passing through the power lines. We hear silence; we hear the echoes of infinity â so many of them they become white noise. Our next stop is just one hop over, down the street but a universe away.
The next scenes come to us in flashes, images overlaying images overlaying images. Some things stay the same â some things change. The faces remain each otherâs mirrors time after time.
For a while, itâs impossible to make out the exact words of the many voices, similar and different, across the different planes of existence. Their lives, their experiences, clash into one another to create a cacophony of sound.
Wait long enough, though, and eventually, you will hear them all find a common melody, the same refrain, no matter the world or the circumstances.
read full fic on AO3 here!
In a universe much like our own, a man not dissimilar from an angel we know has just moved into a new flatâŚ
Ezra sets the rickety plastic chair down in front of a foldable table in what is supposed to be his living room. He sighs. There's hardly any furniture in the flat just yet, only a mattress, a mini fridge and this lovely little makeshift office set up. As uncomfortable as it is â and as much as he longs for a proper chair and a properly prepared cup of tea â he's got work to do and it wouldn't do well to dawdle.
He hums to himself as he sets his laptop on the table, as he turn it on, as he logs in, as he opens a browser â and that's when he realises his first mistake. No WiFi.
He lets out a frustrated little puff of air. Well, that simply won't do. Of course, he could pack up his things, head out and go to a cafe or some such like, but the weather is simply atrocious and he is in no mood to brave London's rains today.
He has an idea, though. He scrolls through the list of available networks, hoping to find just a single open one, but no such luck. Eventually, though, one draws his eye.
StayTheHellOff, the network name declares amusingly. Well, thatâs a challenge if Ezra has ever seen one.
He wonders, what would this sort of person use as their password? Something vulgar, most likely.
He tries fuckyou. Incorrect.
Fuckoff. No, thatâs not it either.Â
He gets it on the third try. Gofuckyourself. Ah. That sounds about right.
Nevertheless, he now has unrestrained internet access and plenty of blog posts to write. He gets to work.
Fifteen minutes later, thereâs a knock on his door. Then his doorbell rings. Then knocking, again, more insistent this time. RingringRINGRINGringriiiiiiiiingRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING.
Ezra rolls his eyes and goes to open the door.
"You!" Immediately, there's an accusatory finger being pointed at Ezra's chest. The man in front of him is thin, dressed in all black, with a curling wave of bright red hair sitting atop his head. "Get off my bloody network before Iâ Iâ" The threat dies off on the man's tongue as his gaze flickers up and down, taking Ezra in. "You hacked my WiFi?"
Ezra pouts. "Well, I'd hardly call it hackingâŚ"
"So you did!" The man exclaims.
âDear, your password was gofuckyourself. Itâs not exactly craftsmanship, is it?â
Taken aback by Ezra's attitude, the man sputters. Ezra, unimpressed, reaches for the door.
"Now, if you don't mind, I really do have to get back to workâ"
Before he can close it all the way, though, the man shoots out one of his long legs and shoves his foot in-between the door and its frame. "Hold on a minute, I didn't say anything about letting you use it!"
Ezra sighs. "It won't be for much longer," he explains. "It's just, I've only just moved in and I don't have anything of my own set up yet. Your WiFi was the only that seemed, wellâŚ"
The man narrows his eyes. "Seemed what?"
âItâs rather brusque, isnât it? You can hardly blame me.â
It seems like he finds Ezra's words offensive, somehow. "Youâre telling me you saw the words StayTheHellOff and really thought to yourself, oh, yeah, that's the person I want to mess with?"
Ezra has not actually been intending to mess with anyone, but the look on this man's face, well⌠He can't help but feel the need to rile him up, just a little bit. "It does sound rather like a challenge, does it not?"
The man gapes at him. "Youâ you have no idea what I could've done! Could've sent you malware! My whole network could've been riddled with malware and you wouldn't have known!"
"You know, I do have to ask, how did you know it was me?"
The man sniffs, shoves his hands into his pockets and shrugs, clearly trying â and failing â to appear casual about something he already considers to be impressive. "Measured the ping time to your device," he explains. "That narrowed it down to this floor andâ from there it was simple. Mary from 307 has just given birth and she's still at the hospital; 308, that's Leslie and Maude, they're in Italy in their third honeymoon; and I'm pretty sure Shadwell from 309 only uses a landline."
Ezra gives him an indulgent smile. "I can't say that I quite got all that ping stuff, but that sounds quite impressive, dear." The man seems to preen a little at the praise. "You seem to know a lot about these things."
âIâmâ I work in cybersecurity, actually. âS kinda my thing.â
Ezra raises his eyebrow. â...and yet your password was gofuckyourself? I shudder to think what sort of advice you give people.â
The man has the decency to laugh at that, a nasal-y sort of chuckle. "Sod off," he grumbles, but it's amused more so than anything else. "Buy me a drink and I'll consider benevolently letting you keep using my WiFi."
Ezra smirks. "Only if you tell me your name first, dear boy."
âCrowley. Tony Crowley.â
âItâs lovely to meet you, Tony." Ezra holds his hand out for a handshake. "Iâm Ezra Fell.â
The moment their hands touch, Ezra suddenly realizes that he does, in fact, hope to see much more of Tony in the future. That he is not quite ready to let go of this man just â if at all.
The image in front of our eyes blurs. We know where those two will end up, later that same night.
Lines branching. We follow another one like a spark of electricity passing through the powerlines. An airport comes into our view. A red-haired man is pacing its floors, holding a phone up to his earâŚ
It's July 1st, and time for @gomens-timeaftertime 's warm close event.
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Look at these boys! I haven't visited my First Responders AU since 2024. They're also finally in colour! đĽš
If we had more than 90 minutes, would we have gotten a âwarm closeâ to mimic our Season 1 âcold openâ of the Ineffables Through the Ages? Something beyond the cheeky and clever closing title to really give us the Ineffables Through the Universes?
Welcome to A Warm Close: Through the Universes!Â
A Good Omens fan event where the only fixing weâre doing is fixing Amazonâs budget and making all the different universes that our beloved Ineffables keep appearing in!
If youâre a Good Omens creator tickled by the tag âAll Good Omens Fanfiction is Canonâ and excited about the snow globe sitting in Asa and Anthonyâs garden, especially when paired with the book quote: âThe universe is just something small and round, like those water-filled balls which produce a miniature snowstorm when you shake them.â This event is for you!
Check out the guidelines below the cut!
Guidelines:
You should create a fanfic, fanart, fan edit, or other fanwork that explores Aziraphale/Crowley (or their alter egos: Asa/Anthony) in an Alternate Universe (a Snow Globe, if you will).Â
This is a "Continuation of Canon" that celebrates our new âAll Good Omens Fanfiction is Canon" tag. Therefore, there are no âFix-Itsâ! This event assumes that the finale implies the existence of multiple universes. Works should be made with the idea of being "slice of life" segments that, if we had a full six episodes, would combine with other works to make 30 minutes of lots of versions of the Ineffables together in many different snow globes.Â
All ratings are welcome and all participants are welcome.Â
Artists should aim for one fully completed piece.
Video Editors should aim for at least a 45 second video featuring MS or DT in other roles to make a new version of the Ineffables together
Writers should aim for at least 1k words. We recommend no more than 5k words to make it to posting â but you do you, boo. No one is going to complain if you write a novel.
A collection will be created on Archive of Our Own for completed pieces. Creators can also use the hashtag #warmclose when posting on social media!
Timeline:
June 1 - June 30 : Creation Period
July 1 - July 31 : Posting Period
Over 18 and want to create with the community? Join Time After Time: A Good Omens Fan Server for Fans of the Series Finale and Beyond. This server is open to folks who loved the series finale and need a safe space to celebrate it! This public invitation will close after one week.Â
A Good Omens Server for fans of the Series Finale and Beyond. | 42 members
We know you've all been working hard at your meet cutes, and we're so excited to read all the different ways our Ineffables keep bumping into each other across the universes.
Our AO3 Collection is live and ready for you to post your version of them meeting again, and again, and again. Just add your work to the: warm_close_time_after_time collection!
Posting here or on Bsky? Remember to tag us so we can share your creation! (Bsky: timeaftertime-go)
Haven't finished yet? No worries! You've got until July 31st!
Hi there! Can I join the discord server waiting list? I loved the finale and am drowning in the sea of negativity online đ
We gotta say! There's a lot more of us in positive land than you might think! Negative minority and all that.
To save our mods from drowning in too much work, we do have a membership cap on our server which we have, excitedly but unfortunately, met. We'll do irregular activity checks and open up the server when our membership is lower than that number. We'll reach out to folks who reached out to us first before we open the gates loudly.
In the meantime, we definitely suggest checking out our Bsky starter pack (and use those profiles to get to tumblr folks as well)
We've also got a Move the Needle Guide in our server that we'll clean up and post on Tumblr in the next few weeks to help folks who are trying to help balance out some of the rough stuff out there.
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HOWEVER. We are a small mod team and the server grew faster than we expected. So we did put a membership cap on how many people we can have in the server at one time to save ourselves.
That said, we will be doing irregular (yup, that's intentional) activity checks of our members to make sure that any lurkers are actively lurking, and not just using us for our emojis.
When we have more room in our server we will definitely reach out directly to folks who have reached out to us like this, and if there's still more space after that, we'll post a thing on our socials.
We still hope you'll participate in Warm Close! If you tag us and use the #warmclose tag, we'll reshare both in our server and on our socials!
If we had more than 90 minutes, would we have gotten a âwarm closeâ to mimic our Season 1 âcold openâ of the Ineffables Through the Ages? Something beyond the cheeky and clever closing title to really give us the Ineffables Through the Universes?
Welcome to A Warm Close: Through the Universes!Â
A Good Omens fan event where the only fixing weâre doing is fixing Amazonâs budget and making all the different universes that our beloved Ineffables keep appearing in!
If youâre a Good Omens creator tickled by the tag âAll Good Omens Fanfiction is Canonâ and excited about the snow globe sitting in Asa and Anthonyâs garden, especially when paired with the book quote: âThe universe is just something small and round, like those water-filled balls which produce a miniature snowstorm when you shake them.â This event is for you!
Check out the guidelines below the cut!
Guidelines:
You should create a fanfic, fanart, fan edit, or other fanwork that explores Aziraphale/Crowley (or their alter egos: Asa/Anthony) in an Alternate Universe (a Snow Globe, if you will).Â
This is a "Continuation of Canon" that celebrates our new âAll Good Omens Fanfiction is Canon" tag. Therefore, there are no âFix-Itsâ! This event assumes that the finale implies the existence of multiple universes. Works should be made with the idea of being "slice of life" segments that, if we had a full six episodes, would combine with other works to make 30 minutes of lots of versions of the Ineffables together in many different snow globes.Â
All ratings are welcome and all participants are welcome.Â
Artists should aim for one fully completed piece.
Video Editors should aim for at least a 45 second video featuring MS or DT in other roles to make a new version of the Ineffables together
Writers should aim for at least 1k words. We recommend no more than 5k words to make it to posting â but you do you, boo. No one is going to complain if you write a novel.
A collection will be created on Archive of Our Own for completed pieces. Creators can also use the hashtag #warmclose when posting on social media!
Timeline:
June 1 - June 30 : Creation Period
July 1 - July 31 : Posting Period
Over 18 and want to create with the community? Join Time After Time: A Good Omens Fan Server for Fans of the Series Finale and Beyond. This server is open to folks who loved the series finale and need a safe space to celebrate it! This public invitation will close after one week.Â
A Good Omens Server for fans of the Series Finale and Beyond. | 42 members
To keep our mod team from being overwhelmed, we have capped server membership at 100 people...aaand we reached it.
BUT! You do not have to be a member of our server in order to participate in this event! We'll post the collection link here and on Bsky for folks to submit to.
Also, if you are looking for more like-minded finale lovers to follow and interact with, check out our Bsky Starter Pack!
We don't know how to do that on Tumblr, but I bet if you looked at our reblogs and replies, you'll get a pretty decent follow list.
I was just wondering if there are any other rules/guidelines besides the posting dates. And, also, if we can do one for our canon Angel and Demon and one for Asa/Anthony.
Also, if there are multiple universes, sould there also be reverse omens or ineffable wives? Are they allowed as well?
Hiya! Welcome to the free for all! We've been getting questions and since the "official" creation period starts tomorrow!! Here's some answers that describes the spirit of the event:
Amazon put on clown make up and called you to write a five minute segment in the last 30 minutes of Good Omens. It's a warm close to mirror the cold open, except instead of Aziraphale and Crowley through the *ages* it's them through the *universes.* Anything goes, so long as your fic is not a "fix it." You cannot undo the choice they made and restore their original universe. You can show them writing a new book of life, hanging out staring at snow globes, Asa/Anthony, mermaids, space explorers, reverse Omens, reverse human omens, wives, spouses, cats, cowboys, coffee shop au, your profession AU, mermaids in space, whatever!
Artists are asked to make at least one piece for public sharing
Vid Editors are asked to make at least 45 seconds of clips using DT and MS in other roles to create a new looking universe
Writers should aim for 1-5k words (your fic may be longer, so long as you can post during the posting frame!)
You can create as much or as little as you'd like to make. If you can knock out two fics in a month, I think you're incredible and would like to know how. đđ
If we had more than 90 minutes, would we have gotten a âwarm closeâ to mimic our Season 1 âcold openâ of the Ineffables Through the Ages? Something beyond the cheeky and clever closing title to really give us the Ineffables Through the Universes?
Welcome to A Warm Close: Through the Universes!Â
A Good Omens fan event where the only fixing weâre doing is fixing Amazonâs budget and making all the different universes that our beloved Ineffables keep appearing in!
If youâre a Good Omens creator tickled by the tag âAll Good Omens Fanfiction is Canonâ and excited about the snow globe sitting in Asa and Anthonyâs garden, especially when paired with the book quote: âThe universe is just something small and round, like those water-filled balls which produce a miniature snowstorm when you shake them.â This event is for you!
Check out the guidelines below the cut!
Guidelines:
You should create a fanfic, fanart, fan edit, or other fanwork that explores Aziraphale/Crowley (or their alter egos: Asa/Anthony) in an Alternate Universe (a Snow Globe, if you will).Â
This is a "Continuation of Canon" that celebrates our new âAll Good Omens Fanfiction is Canon" tag. Therefore, there are no âFix-Itsâ! This event assumes that the finale implies the existence of multiple universes. Works should be made with the idea of being "slice of life" segments that, if we had a full six episodes, would combine with other works to make 30 minutes of lots of versions of the Ineffables together in many different snow globes.Â
All ratings are welcome and all participants are welcome.Â
Artists should aim for one fully completed piece.
Video Editors should aim for at least a 45 second video featuring MS or DT in other roles to make a new version of the Ineffables together
Writers should aim for at least 1k words. We recommend no more than 5k words to make it to posting â but you do you, boo. No one is going to complain if you write a novel.
A collection will be created on Archive of Our Own for completed pieces. Creators can also use the hashtag #warmclose when posting on social media!
Timeline:
June 1 - June 30 : Creation Period
July 1 - July 31 : Posting Period
Over 18 and want to create with the community? Join Time After Time: A Good Omens Fan Server for Fans of the Series Finale and Beyond. This server is open to folks who loved the series finale and need a safe space to celebrate it! This public invitation will close after one week.Â
A Good Omens Server for fans of the Series Finale and Beyond. | 42 members
