Good Omens After Dark

The Seduction

“Angel, I am perfectly capable of—mmrph!”

Into his mouth went the spoon, effectively silencing his protest. Crowley groaned and rolled his eyes as he tasted the mousse, and then he swallowed. “Hm…okay, it’s really good. But I can feed myself, you know. You didn’t have to—hey!”

Written by the incredible @mizmak! I was utterly thrilled and honoured to be paired up with MizMak for the GOAD Restaurant Bang this year. I had the best time making this piece for their fic and i hope ive done the writing justice!!

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A Wave of Heat and Flame

Rated T

Words: 1,813

Summary:

Run.

A piercing wave of heat sends Crowley and his fellow troops scurrying out of their fetid trench and over the pockmarked earth like ants.

The world around them has become one of confusion: smoke and flame, blood and dirt, gunfire and bitter ash.

In his panicked scramble to make it to the tree line with the others, Crowley, rifle still gripped tightly in his numb fingers, trips over something solid and lands heavily.

It doesn’t cry out, so he drags himself back to his feet.

Run.

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Angst with a happy ending! TW/CW: Descriptions of death and war (non-graphic), Panic attack, Implied period-typical homophobia.

Thank you so much to my two fantastic betas, Kuri_risu and @laudaddysmitten, for all of your help and support on this. I appreciate it more than you could ever know! <3

Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale have finally entered into a romantic relationship, only to discover that was the easy part. Figuring out feelings and sex takes rather more work: Crowley struggles to say things out loud, while Aziraphale worries that increasingly kinky sex might somehow jeopardise their romance. What follows is a series of meals, arguments, reconciliations, confessions, and sexual misadventures as they spend their first few months together stumbling, fumbling, and ultimately finding their way to a happily ever after.

Wordcount: 63k/85k

Rating: E for sex reasons. Mind the tags, specific triggers noted at the top of individual chapters.

A/N: Thanks to Narumila and u/ModernDayKlutz for jumping on board as betas! They’ve managed to dive right into an 80k non-chronological beast of a fic and hardly even blink at the absurdity, not to mention wading through some very verbose sex scenes (as usual). Their notes and corrections have been big improvements!! And thanks to all of you for reading! @goodomensafterdark

Excerpt:

Upstairs they pick up where they left off in the kitchen, exchanging slow, deep kisses by the foot of the bed, hands tangling together and then pulling free to track back over shoulders and ribs and spines. 

It all feels very even, very balanced, and very easy. Which is precisely what Aziraphale is hoping for. 

Crowley gets Aziraphale’s apron off and then his shirt unbuttoned while Aziraphale manages to slip Crowley’s belt free of the loops of his jeans. Then his black shirt up and over his head. 

My fic for GOAD Restaurant Bang 2026, with fabulous art by @mamamissy ! It is one of the more elaborate stories I've ever written, and I'm very proud of it! Not to mention how much I loved every moment of research for this one ;-) Huge thanks to @whatareyou42 for running the Bang and betaing the fic! Bon appetit!

Aziraphale spent the past two years heartbroken. To cheer him up, Madame Tracy prepares a special birthday gift—a visit to a unique restaurant that recreates menus from famous historical events or, for very special patrons, from past occasions that were memorable for that person alone. (Ordering at least two weeks in advance is required!) Aziraphale reluctantly accepts, ordering a meal of several courses, each a part of one of his most cherished memories. When Aziraphale arrives at the restaurant and savours the meal, he is impressed by how perfectly each dish is recreated and how vivid the bittersweet memories awakened by each bite are. But with each course the recipes become more personal, until the dessert that only two people in the world could possibly know about. In the end, Aziraphale’s curiosity gets the better of him, and he sneaks into the staff-only areas to make an astonishing discovery…

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Godiva Resort Chapter Three - 'Wholeheartedly Surrendered'

A silly, sexy, funny summer romance written by me for the ☀️ Summer Omens Big Bang ☀️ with art by @crowleyissnek & @metalmiez ✨ “Well, I’m not certain that payback is the right word, dear girl. Not when we are both getting exactly what we want.”

❤️‍🔥 Please note that this is X-Rated and NSFW throughout, so please ensure you have privacy before scrolling further. ❤️‍🔥

📝Chapter: 4,490 words Total: 11,899 📝

♀️WLW♀️

"Aziraphale gave her a small, fond smile and kissed the corner of her lips. Though Crowley’s energy felt depleted, her stomach twinged at the gentle pressure and she turned her head to capture those plush lips with her own, humming at how good a simple kiss could feel. It flowed through her, lighting up every nerve ending until she was pitching her hips into Aziraphale’s."

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Fandom: Good Omens | Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley | Category: M/M | Rated: E | Chapters: 1/12 | Words: 5770 | Author: SpectrallyDistracted

A first-love, queer-awakening, second-chance romance for my friend Apidistra! Set in the USA, so American English in a Midwestern setting.

A big round of applause for my newly appointed Smut Picker @goannasun and, of course, none of this would ever have happened without the support of my friend, writing partner, and beta, @brenna

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Summary:

Thirty years ago, two sixteen-year-olds boys fell in love at Wisconsin’s Lake Levin Lodge. It was the best summer of their lives until an unexpected twist of fate tore them apart. Life went on, but they always wondered what happened... When award-winning magazine writer Anthony Crowley has the opportunity to return to the lodge on assignment, he takes it, because one look at the resort’s website leaves no doubt in his mind that the owner, Aziraphale Levin, is the boy he met there in 1996. Crowley and Aziraphale soon find that the years haven’t dampened the spark ignited in their youth, and they quickly fan it into a flame. Then a decision is made that threatens their new relationship. The question is, can they find the strength to save it, or will one bad choice ruin everything?

My new one-shot is up on Ao3!

Main tags: post season 1, summoning, humour, fluff, oral sex, non compliant with S2 and S3, lighthearted.

Summary:

After the failed apocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale start spending more time together. It would be all rather lovely, if it wasn’t that, inexplicably, Crowley gets summoned quite frequently. When one such summoning interrupts Aziraphale performing his best dessert-eating show for Crowley, he decides he must put an end to it. Or does he?

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Title: In Due Course, chapter 1/6

Rating: E. This chapter: M

CW/TW: Uninformed depiction of working in a restaurant

Summary: 

Aziraphale moved to Japan years ago to expand his culinary skills, and he stayed there, becoming a successful teppanyaki chef. When his father dies unexpectedly, he returns to England and agrees to help out his mother until they're both comfortable with her being on her own. It's been months, and Aziraphale is bored and tired of his mother's guilt trips, so he finds a job at a hibachi restaurant franchise to pass the time and get out of the house. He soon discovers he's burnt out. There he meets a grumpy veteran cook who's found himself stuck in a job that was supposed to be temporary, without any motivation to leave, having failed at his dream once before. They click immediately, but a misunderstanding could unravel everything before it really starts.

Excerpt:

“Right.” Chef looked sceptical, pointing down. “There’s a bowl of eggs. Get cracking, Blondie. I want to see how you do.” Glancing around at the other trainees, all of whom had chefs of their own assisting them, Aziraphale sighed, resigning himself to the fact that distracting Chef Grumpy with the other trainees obviously wasn’t an option. “Whenever you’re ready,” Chef said, sitting back in his chair, arms folded over his chest. Aziraphale took an egg out of the bowl and stood there as if he’d never seen one before. “Need me to show you again?” “No, it’s just awkward.” “Yes, and it will continue to be as long as you stand there, staring at an egg.”

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Written for the GOAD Restaurant Bang!

Art is by u/dinah-_-

Thanks to @ireallyneedmoretea, @di-42, @3obby and @spacegiraffetoo for the betas and cheer reads!

Thank you to @theonevoice for the gorgeous cover art. And thank you to my betas @totheendtimes and @TansyOgg

Summary: After a catastrophic argument with Aziraphale sends Crowley hurtling through time, he comes face to face with the last person he ever expected to feel sorry for: himself

Twenty-seven years old, painfully human, and calling himself Crows, the tortured musician is everything Crowley has spent decades trying to leave behind: lonely, touch-starved, desperate to be loved, and standing on the brink of a choice that will haunt him for decades. Determined to change history, Crowley offers Crows the understanding, acceptance and safety he never had at that age. But the more time they spend together, the harder it becomes to ignore the impossible connection growing between them. As old wounds reopen and with the future in jeopardy, Crowley must decide whether saving his younger self means teaching him how to let go… or risking everything to discover who they might become together. Excerpt: He looked so young. That was the worst part. Not in the ‘vibrancy of youth’ sense — he looked more like he was unfinished. Like someone who was being worn down before they’d even finished the process of becoming.

Crows was small. And vulnerable.

A fragile little baby bird, Crowley thought.

Crowley shifted his weight, suddenly aware of the space he took up by comparison. They were the same height, of course, and Crowley was still slim, but he carried himself differently to Crows. Decades of taking better care of himself, of Aziraphale fussing over him to eat properly, of using his human form in human ways that had given his shoulders a greater breadth and solidified the lean muscles of his limbs. 

He’d never thought about it before — how he must have looked to the people he came here with.

They saw him like this and took from him anyway.

Crowley swallowed hard.

Crow's fingers hesitated at the button of his jeans, and he let out a deep, unsteady breath. He was trembling, his face uncertain, or perhaps fearful. The expression was gone almost as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a forced blankness.

Crowley recognised it.

He stepped forward without conscious thought.

“Hey.”

He spoke softly, but the words cut through the silence all the same. Crows froze, startled. His hands stilled, and slowly, he looked up. Crowley could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his breath was catching.

Poor little thing.

The rogue thought settled before Crowley could stop it. His younger self looked so wide-eyed and pitiful it made his chest ache.

“Don’t,” he said quietly.

Crows blinked. “Don’t… what?” he asked, his voice thin and wavering.

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Aziraphale and Crowley go on a picnic.

A post S1 fic (S2 and S3 not included).

Summary

Aziraphale and Crowley try to make sense of their brand new retirement.

A series of dates that aren't dates after the world doesn't end.

Rating: E (eventually)

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Excerpt “Are these sandwiches?” Aziraphale said, picking up the wrapped wedge of bread. 

“Yeah, thought, it’s a picnic and -”

“You made them?”

Crowley rubbed the back of his neck, wondering if it was possible for a demon to get sunburnt

“S’not anything special, ham and cheese, bit of pickle,” Crowley said, Aziraphale was staring at him, with a look that seemed to go right through him. 

“It’s not full of maggots, is it?”

“I wouldn't do that to you,” Crowley said, mock affronted. “Anyway, be easier to upset you with one of the limp tuna sandwiches from Tesco.”

“Definitely one of your inventions," Aziraphale nodded sagely. “But Harrods is down your street, or Selfridges, you didn’t have to make them.” 

Crowley shrugged. He had spent the afternoon hacking at a breadcrust on his marble countertop, wondering if it was the first time the kitchen had been used for its proper purpose. 

Words had never come easy to Crowley. Consonants sure, vowels even better, but combined into words, they never quite expressed exactly the sentiment he wanted to say. Somewhere between whatever existed between his ears to his mouth, they became twisted, confused, muddled.

He had been thinking a lot. The type of thinking that involved staring out of windows, letting coffees go cold, pausing television shows so colourful fantasies can play out in 4k demon imagination.

And even then, the thoughts hadn't translated easily into words, definitely not into sentences, and absolutely not paragraphs. 

So instead he made sandwiches. 

“Bored, wanted to try it,” Crowley said, though he was watching Aziraphale intently, as he examined it. 

“Not even a miracle?” Aziraphale continued quietly, as he unwrapped the clingfilm. 

Crowley shook his head. It was, now he looked at it, rather terrible. The bread was far too thick and more triangle than slice, the ham was stuffed inside so the layer of pink was the size of half of his thumb, and the pickles were barely hanging on, making the insides look moist and soggy. 

“Expecting a new famine, were you?” Aziraphale chided, the glint playfully dancing behind his eyes. 

“Wouldn’t want you going hungry for the next century. You know for an angel who doesn’t need to eat, you still manage to get tetchy if you haven’t consumed in the last three hours.”

“I enjoy it, what is the point of living, well, existing at least, without enjoying the fruits of it.” Aziraphale’s gaze seemed to linger a little longer on Crowley before looking back at the wedge of bread in his hands. “Wish me luck.” 

Aziraphale held the sandwich aloft, appearing to consider which angle was best to attack it from. He found a corner and went in, stuffing the hunk between his teeth. “Mmm, s’good,” he said, between bites. “A lot of bread.” He choked a bit, spitting a few breadcrumbs.

“You don’t have to eat that thing if -”

Aziraphale held up a finger to silence him, rolling back his shoulders with the air of a man about to tightrope across a 1,500 foot building. It was fascinating, endearing and somewhat horrifying to watch him consume the sandwich, which suddenly seemed four times the size as he appeared to unhinge his jaw to get a handle on it.

Crowley didn’t know whether to lean in or look away; it felt indecent, especially knowing it had been made with his own hands. Aziraphale popped the last crust in his mouth, like a knight who had defeated a mythic dragon.

CW/TW: Noncon

Tags:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Omega Crowley, Alpha Aziraphale, Knotting, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Childbirth, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Science Fiction, Astronaut Aziraphale, Crowley Whump, Angst, Stalking, Sexual Assault, Near Drowning, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending

Fic summary:

Alpha Aziraphale Engel is an astronaut being sent to plant a set of nuclear warheads in a small asteroid that is threatening Earth, as part of Operation Flaming Sword. Omega Anthony Crowley is his clandestine lover and assigned to communications for the mission. The journey will be long, lonely, and perilous, but our two heroes soon find that space is not the only source of danger for them.

Chapter summary:

While Crowley is stuck licking his wounds at home, the fallout at Eden continues.

Excerpt:

This had not been a good day so far, and Crowley being unavailable was just the icing on a frankly shit cake.

Aziraphale was physically tired, not having slept well the night before, and he was worried and heartsick about Crowley. He was fortunate that at least Michael and Dagon were experienced, and they had agreed to shadow Eric while he got his feet wet. But he really hoped Crowley would be back soon.

He'd made an uncharacteristic number of mistakes that morning while going through his scheduled activities, from getting out the wrong tool for a trivial maintenance task, then misplacing the correct one, not once, not twice, but three times. Later, he even used the wrong form of address for a prominent politician during an interview, to his mortification. Aziraphale supposed he should think himself fortunate that he hadn't been scheduled to perform any extravehicular activities that day, lest he accidentally send himself careening into a sensitive communications array on the craft's exterior… or fumbling out into space itself.

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Thank you again to @totheendtimes and @littleweezel for looking over this. This work is far better for your helpful comments. Read the latest chapter here, or start from the beginning.

A Good Omens New Universe Fic by @hyperfixating-rn-brb

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Warlock Dowling/Adam Young/Jesus | Joshua

Fic Summary: Adam Young, Warlock Dowling, and Joshua Christos all come together and find a relationship none of them expected. Fluff, love, guilt, reassurance, and happiness abound ⋆｡°✩

Chapter Word Count: 300

Chapter Summary: There was still another hour before midnight, when the proper New Year’s festivities would begin.

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Oh dear. It's well into August. When I started writing this fic on a cloudy May day I did not imagine taking 2.5 months and 42k words.

But the good news is - it's now done!

Think of this as GO3 but with all the bits I didn't like scratched out.

A non-exhaustive list of things I wanted to fix in this GO3 Fixit Fic

Aziraphale doesn't stay away.

Aziraphale and Crowley properly reconcile, but it's complicated, and it takes time, and it's a work in progress because they are complicated beings.

AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY KISS. MANY TIMES.

There is no Brian Cameron, I repeat there is no Brian Cameron. (Harry the Fish does make a brief appearance though he's cool).

Jesus/Adam!! Christ squared ship!!

Muriel is appreciated for their gifts.

Humanity - *all* of humanity - is front and centre in deciding their fate.

The world is worth saving. The world is worth fixing.

Queer Joy

A HAPPY ENDING. Properly.

Read Chapter 14 (Final Chapter) Here

Rating: Mature

Chapter 9 of Love Rollercoaster is up! 

Written for the Summer Omens Big Bang, with gorgeous art by @hogs-and-ham! Two of her illustrations are in chapter 6!

Rated E

Tags: Human Road Trip AU, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Crowley POV, Pining, Music/Playlists, Americana, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Eventual Smut (they're switches, bitches), Love Confessions, Happy Ending

Chapter 9 Epigraph: from Ordinary Love by U2

Birds fly high in the summer sky and rest on the breeze. The same wind will take care of you and I. We'll build our house in the trees.

Your heart is on my sleeve Did you put it there with a magic marker?

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Big thanks to my betas @unicornbeck and @manekitora 3obby! 

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A Good Omens New Universe Fic by @hyperfixating-rn-brb

Rating: Teen

Relationship: Warlock Dowling/Adam Young/Jesus | Joshua

Fic Summary: Adam Young, Warlock Dowling, and Joshua Christos all come together and find a relationship none of them expected. Fluff, love, guilt, reassurance, and happiness abound ⋆｡°✩

Chapter Word Count: 300

Chapter Summary: The very idea of introducing Joshua as a real addition to Adam and Lock’s existing relationship was nerve-wracking, and became something that kept getting put off for the right moment.

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