Good Omens Song & Poetry Exchange

a gift for @this-bumblebee-commands-the-sea as part of @gospexchange! i was immediately drawn to one of her song choices "the fall" by half•alive and went all out. hope you enjoy!

[Video Description: A "Good Omens" animatic of Aziraphale and Crowley at the end of Season 2, set to the song "the fall" by half•alive. Detailed description with lyric trasncript under the cut. End VD]

allies or enemies

as part of @gospexchange

also on ao3!

I am BEYOND excited to share my first Human AU and my first Long Fic with everyone! Read the tags, folks! This story may veer into sensitive territory for some, please please read the tags.

Rated: E; Words: ~71k once all posted

Summary: When Professor of Botany Anthony Crowley met bookshop owner Ezra Fell one November afternoon both knew their lives had irrevocably changed. From that moment forward, Anthony and Ezra’s existence was intertwined. Their story was written through the moments and memories they created as they moved through life’s chapters of coming together, building a family and facing the challenges of being human. This is a story of unconditional love and the joy and humour, obstacles and grief that inevitably come with choosing the same person, day after day, over and over and over again.

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Excerpt (Read the entire chapter on AO3):

Ezra Fell — he’d learned the man’s family name — was bemusing. He shouldn’t have been attracted to him. It’s not that Ezra wasn’t attractive; he was, undoubtedly so. But the combination of angelic beauty, antiquated clothing, exceptionally posh manner of speaking and his timidness should, on paper, have been dissuading. By all logic Ezra ought to have been a wallflower, part of the scenery; a man for whom Anthony spared no second glance. Not his type. Instead, he was fascinated by the contradictory juxtaposition of romantic beauty and classic simplicity, of keen wit wrapped in a genuinely demure kindness. He was a mathematical statement that humans had yet to be able to prove, a question to be answered but every answer just led to more questions. Anthony’s analytical, rational, reason-based mind was confounded; he was besotted. All the more puzzling was that Ezra seemed to be equally enamoured with him.

If this conversation was any indication, if the playful smile could be believed, if the small shufflings under the table where their feet or knees or calves just barely brushed weren’t coincidence… ‘M doomed. In possibly the most amazing, agonising, exciting, eviscerating way.

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This was written for @fuzzygoblin for the Good Omens Song & Poetry Exchange @gospexchange. Chapter 1 (of 12) is up on AO3 now! Chapters will be released weekly. It is inspired by Lord Huron's - The Night We Met.

Marriage in an Orange Grove

Aziraphale/Crowley | Teen | 4.5k

SUMMARY

Murmurations is the oldest café in Soho, whose clientele is usually limited to reclusive artists, older men who value peace and quiet, and those who know the employees personally. Crowley is all three. (Aziraphale makes Crowley a cup of coffee, and Crowley kind of wants to marry him for it.) ~~~ Written for @gospexchange for @queenofthecute, based on Starlings, by Elbow!

EXCERPT

“What’ll it be today, my dear?” Aziraphale asks, smiling so brightly that Crowley genuinely has a hard time restraining himself from smiling back. But he can’t crack now– he’s got an image to maintain in front of the other baristas. He can let his guard down once he gets to his little corner booth. “Surprise me,” he says cooly, and he sees one of the younger-looking employees almost swoon when her coworker turns to whisper something to her. As Aziraphale rings him up, Crowley lowers his sunglasses a millimeter at the two of them, and tosses a wink their way. That sends them into a tizzy of giggles. “I’d thank you not to terrorize my employees, please,” Aziraphale says absently.

I wrote a fic for @oldbookshop as part of the @gospexchange, inspired by the song So Much (for) Stardust by Fall Out Boy!

Summary: Aziraphale has just left for Heaven without him, and Crowley is at his wits’ end. Maybe tearing a hole in the universe will help?

I'm miles away, he's on my mind / I'm getting tired of crawling all the way GOOD OMENS + “Which Witch” by Florence + The Machine (1/?)

Crowley is not coping very well with Aziraphale's absence. Maggie has convinced him to join a grief support group, and he is writing letters to Aziraphale as part of his therapy. Letters that he doesn't intend to ever actually send.

This was written as a gift to @felicitywilds for the Good Omens Song & Poetry Exchange (@gospexchange) using the prompts of Shakespeare's Sonnet 23 and the song "For Good" from the musical Wicked. Rated T, 4,649 words:

the @gospexchange has been so fun!

This gift is for @orangejuiceinmyshoe - your song was so inspiring!

As part of the Gift Exchange I wrote two poems based on 'The Black and White' by The Band CAMINO. They're set post-s2.

Things I would tell you if you just picked up your bloody phone from Crowley's perspective.

Baked Goods

It's a hot summer day and Aziraphale is baking. Crowley joins him. The kitchen is messy and cozy and perfect.

A fanfiction and a composition. Inspired by the poem Baked Goods by Aimee Nezhukumatathil.

2. Garden

Crowley's spent the day doing gardening work. Now it's after dark, so Aziraphale brings him inside.

Have any artists drawn this yet? I'd LOVE to see! I can just picture David Tennant as Crowley doing his own version of the dance: 🔥

The song inspired The Ineffable Dance, my new fic about what happens after Crowley drives away at the end of season 2. With many thanks to my beta, @andromeda4004, come read about Crowley exorcising his demons (or angels!) at a dance club, and traveling through time to where his angel is waiting at a club of his own... (reblogs are appreciated, even if you don't have time to read right now!)

He saunters up to the door and miracles his way inside, carried forward on the swell of the music.

Love is just a history that they may prove

As he crosses the threshold, his senses are flooded with sounds, scents, and sights. He blinks and breathes - one, two, three times - and feels himself adjust to the whirlwind press of the crowded dance club. Aziraphale would hate this, but then again, he isn't here, he isn't anywhere Crowley can reach. He firmly pushes that thought away.

And when you're gone I'll tell them my religion's you

He visits the bar and downs a fortifying glass of their best whiskey, savoring the heat of it in his mouth and then down his throat, giving his body something to feel that isn't crushing weight or other distressing things. He takes that feeling with him, this small part of the night that Aziraphale would appreciate - delicious, buzzing warmth - as he steps onto the dance floor.

I'm gonna dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands above my head

The beat of the music is more compulsion than invitation, but he welcomes it into his body, percussive thrusts joining the heat of the whiskey and driving everything else away. 

I won't cry for you I won't crucify the things you do

He dances. 

I won't cry for you See, when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Crowley 

His heart skips a beat, and he blinks, hard. For a moment he thought the line was "I'll still be Bloody Crowley," but that doesn't make sense. It was definitely "Mary". Right? His heart skips again as Aziraphale's voice echoes in his thoughts: "You're being silly!"

Based on the song E.S.B by Marian Call

To Malachite- I hope you like it! And I hope you don’t mind the unwarranted angst 😅.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Furfur (Good Omens), Nazi Zombies (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Post-Scene: The Bullet Catch Magic Show (Good Omens), Angst, Comfort, Trust, Humor, Knowing each other, corporeal intimacy, Efforts are made, male genitalia, Good Omens Song & Poetry Exchange, Song: Resistance (Muse) Summary:

“Enjoy your last night on earth!”

(or: crowley and aziraphale, as told by history’s flowers.)

10.5k words, rated T, and warnings for blood, jesus’ crucifixion, and implied/referenced violence + character death + war. betaed by queerasinfuckyou and andromeda4004 on ao3

@kovvskii, this is for you. i was your gifter for the @gospexchange event!!!! i screwed with this for a very long time, and i hope you like the finishing product. this event was so so so so much fun and i already have ideas if we’re gonna do it again….not much more to say beyond this, im just very tired and very proud of it. do with it as you please ! and as for everyone else, i hope you like it too <3 happy reading!!

(taglist under the cut)

It was fun to participate in this exchange and I really ended up loving the song I got chosen for (thanks for the new addition to my playlist lol). Hope you enjoy it!