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Please enjoy this divine, delicious, delectable spread of fics by the lovely and talented @di-42, our Good Omens fic rec queen! For her birthday, we are turning the tables and reccing her stories and poems. Go on, we think you’ll like it. It’s a party in her kudos and comments and you're invited to join in! 

Stories:

For Old Times’ Sake Human AU. Aziraphale and Crowley have known each other a long time. They’ve spent most of this time apart. Are second chances possible, later in life? Some bittersweet tones, with a happy ending. (Rated T, 4k) 

Rovaniemi Calling Human AU. Aziraphale Valentine’s Day in London for a solo trip to Finland. On the plane, he meets expat Crowley and decides a holiday fling couldn’t possibly hurt–as long as he can keep a handle on his feelings. He can, right? WIP with a promised happy ending. (Rated M, >17k words)

The Solstice Dinner, with Hogs_and_ham Enemies-to-lovers AU, banter and bickerflirting. Inn proprietor Aziraphale invites the people of Tadfield to a Solstice Dinner, including that rude cafe owner Crowley. Inspired by a Gilmore Girls episode, but you don’t have to be a fan to enjoy this! (Rated E, 42k)

Just a Neighbour I Know Lighthearted neighbour human AU, featuring awkward flirting and pining. (Rated T, 14k)

Ineffable Advice (with Savyl) With free time on their hands, our ineffable pair each offers advice on a variety of issues in their new column. But who will their readers find most helpful, Aziraphale’s Celestial Counselling or Crowley’s Wicked Wisdom? (Rated G, 1k)

On a Date with Tom Meet-cute human AU. Crowley organises a breakup-story competition at the pub and Aziraphale refuses to move from his table. Includes a very funny chaotic scene and Crowley defending poetry (hot!) (Rated T, 7k)

Never Gonna Fall For Human AU friends-to-lovers, inspired by the lyrics and rhythms of David Bowie’s Modern Love. Love the idea of Aziraphale’s old-fashioned taste signified by his affinity for 80s music. (Rated T, 8k)

Play by the Rules Whew, is it hot in here? Aziraphale sees a striking man at a bar nod towards the toilets, and follows him in. (Rated E, 2k)

A Little LIghter, After All Human AU. Crowley feels the weight, as well as the joy, of caring for young Warlock. One day, they run into Aziraphale, the angelic village bookseller, twisting balloons into animal shapes at a school fair. Very sweet meet-cute. (Rated T, 3k)

Deluded Human AU. Crowley declares that he isn’t interested in dating. So why can’t he leave the pub when the man that Maggie set him up with says that he understands? And why can’t he stop texting that angelic man? Some misunderstandings and sweetness. (Rated M, 27k) 

Only Ever Meant For Someone Else Human AU. Aziraphale drives a handsome stranger to Tadfield on Christmas Eve. It feels like there is a connection–but those kinds of connections are meant for other people, not for Aziraphale. Or so he thinks. A beautifully written story.  (Rated T, 9k)

And I Did A thrilling Season 3 fic. Crowley, the Grand Duke of Hell, meets with Supreme Archangel Aziraphale for negotiations about the Second Coming. Featuring angels, demons, Jesus, God, Satan, the Tadfield gang, and some twists and turns and double-crossing. (Rated E, 85k)

An Angel and a Demon Go to a Halloween Party Someone is dressed as a demon and someone is dressed as an angel at the Tadfield Halloween Party. Will they get together? And what does that have to do with the sudden appearance of a disco ball in the corridor? Fun and spicy. (Rated E, 4k)

Angel! Angel! They’re At It Again  Post-canon. Crowley tails Aziraphale to Amberly and observes the angel behaving coyly with a strange man–an estate agent, of all things! Is Aziraphale cheating on him? Funny and sweet. (Rated M, 5k)

In Vino Ludus  Post-canon.  A little fun after Crowley has a night out drinking with the girls. (Rated E, 3k)

Second Chances and Second Choices Post-Season 2 fic. Aziraphale and Crowley team up and save the world again, but it’s not easy for things to go back to normal, after so much time apart. How do they work through it? Featuring danger, prophecies, yearning, and of course, love. (Rated T, 25k)

Poems by Di_42_poems:

Ineffable Chords  A series of love poems about our Ineffable Duo. Wonderful rhythms, repetition, and call-and-response. 

Transformation and Take Shelter Add-a-word poems written in response to a GOetry prompt.

I Still Wish Nonet written in response to a GOetry prompt. Humorous. 

Temptation Unaccomplished and Shattered Dream

Limericks written in response to a GOetry prompt. The prompt was a garment.

The Guardian A rondel written in response to a GOetry prompt. The theme was resist. Aziraphale refuses to fight. 

Saviour An elfje written in response to a GOetry prompt. The theme was ineffable.

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Persian kitty Aziraphale meets stray black cat Crowley. Shenanigans ensue. Art is flipping adorable.

Fandoms: Good Omens/The X-Files | Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley, Mulder/Scully | Category: M/M, F/M | Rated: G | Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 1,587 | Author: scullyphile | Read by: scullyphile

Summary:

Mulder and Scully are visited by an angel and a demon who have a thing or two to say about love. Mainly about how they should try it some time.

Happy birthday, @sspooksart 🎊 I hope you enjoy your GO/XF crossover fic and podfic, and that you have the best day. Thank you to my lovely beta @spectrallydistracted As a good goblin, I must tag @goodomensafterdark

Excerpt:

Morning sunbeams shine through the high windows of Mulder’s basement office. Scully sits across from him at the desk, perched on the end of her chair in one of said beams and looking like a gift from heaven. Mulder considers how lucky he is that she was the one sent down to debunk him all those years ago.  A tall, thin man saunters into the office, already talking. The man, who has unnaturally red hair, is wearing almost all black, except his shirt, which is gray, and his necklace, which is silver. His snakeskin boots have a slight heel, and Mulder wonders if he’s wearing them to make the two of them closer in height. “All right, government man, let’s make this quick. We’re busy.”

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“i guess none of you like me” could be better phrased as “i feel unloved right now”

“but nobody cares anyway” could be better phrased as “i feel insignificant and i need reassurance”

Now we are half way through the chapters, I thought I'd share a bit of insight into some of my favourite scenes: what inspired them and how I wrote them, starting with Chapter 1 - Pretty Hate Machine.

I repeatedly listen to the albums each chapter is named after during writing. There are particular scenes built entirely around certain songs, and I can't wait to talk about them when we get there. But for now, I want to share some insight into the first live performance scene of NIS, because I think it sets up what the story is about quite well. Research wise, I watched a lot of janky and hand recorded live videos to get the right vibe of the era in which it is set: Now I'm Nothing/Terrible Lie, Lollapolooza 1991 Sin, Toronto 1994 Santified, New York 1996 That's What I Get, Live Hate 1990 Get Down, Make Love, 1989 - 1991 Suck, Metropol 1991 Ringfinger New York 1991 While NIS is not RPF, I certainly borrowed a lot from Trent Reznor's stage persona to write the earlier chapters, which you can probably infer from how I portray Crowley. Here's a couple of snippets from Chapter 1 that were informed by the above: Crowley began his trademark gentle hiss into the microphone, his voice layered in the soundscape like a serpent whispering secrets in the dark. The crowd went completely silent with anticipation. Along with the strange clicking noises, the intro sounded for all the world like great mechanical pistons, pumping away. *** The lights went a deep, pulsing red, and Newt’s guitar snarled in time. Crowley wrapped the mic cord around his throat, gasping theatrically with each moan in the reverb. He dropped to his knees and writhed on the floor, his hips jerking in time to the beat. A roar swelled from the pit, and the crowd surged forwards. It was obscene, eclectic, and sacrilegious, and the audience screamed for more.

*** I found myself coming back to this quote by TR, "When an instrument fails on stage, it mocks you and must be destroyed," and I knew I'd need to end the scene with a big equipment destroying moment: He turned, eyes locking on the keyboard. The keyboard. The one that had disgraced him earlier by playing a sour note that still rang through his skull.

“I’d rather die…”

He jumped, feet first, slamming into the synth. Keys scattered like teeth knocked loose in a fist fight.

“...than give you control!” 

The synth squealed under the impact. Crowley raised the mic like a dagger, and drove it into the exposed circuitry again and again, wires splitting and sparks jumping. 

But the damn thing kept screaming.

Crowley seized it with both hands, frenzied with adrenaline, lifted it high above his head with a snarl, and hurled it skywards.

Cover art by @and-his-hands-were-24-crows Thank you so much, Crows! Please show them some support by checking out their work on Instagram and ao3!

And a huge thank you to my beta harem, who have been with me on this journey for over six months now: @totheendtimes, @Nightshiftcaffeine, @ineffable-xenanigans, @nosferatini, @moderndayklutz, @Savyl and @TansyOgg

CW/TW for this chapter: Angst, blood and injury, hospitalisation.

Summary: Crowley is the frontman of Nine Inch Scales. When a feral, self-destructive performance reaches a literal breaking point onstage, Crowley wakes to find himself in the care of a mysterious, old-fashioned stranger. Someone who feels impossibly familiar, and who may know more about him than he knows about himself…

Excerpt: Their cover of Get Down, Make Love by Queen rekindled the spark in the crowd. The lights went a deep, pulsing red, and Newt’s guitar snarled in time. Crowley wrapped the mic cord around his throat, gasping theatrically with each moan in the reverb. He dropped to his knees and writhed on the floor, his hips jerking in time to the beat. A roar swelled from the pit, and the crowd surged forwards. It was obscene, eclectic, and sacrilegious, and the audience screamed for more.

They smoothly transitioned to the introduction of Suck. Crowley hissed and spat the lyrics at the crowd, clawing at his own chest and tearing his shirt. He drew blood attempting to tear out his own heart every time he screeched the line “How does it feel?” Red droplets stained the wood of the stage beneath his feet.

Ringfinger brought an eerie calm, the eye of the storm. Crowley sang it crouched down, whispering the lines with one hand steadying the mic stand, the other held trembling at his bleeding chest. A single spotlight focused on him, bringing the intimacy of a confessional to the stage. His breath panted heavy into the microphone between each line, sounding as if he were on the point of collapse.

Down In It was another twisted lull, allowing Crowley to recover his strength. He stood motionless for the introduction to the song, staring out at the mass of bodies, but unseeing. He brought some energy back into the performance with the chorus “I was up above it! Now I’m back down in it!” once again shouting up at the ceiling and then bending down to address the floor.

And finally, the opening thuds and whirrs of Head Like a Hole. Crowley slammed his fists down on the synth keys as the intro punched its way through the venue. The bass line rolled, unyielding, the strobe lights flared, and the crowd surged forwards. His voice strained against the wall of sound, torn between keeping the melody, and the primal scream he barely kept down.

He needed the scream. He needed release.

Read the rest here on ao3! And if you would like to read chapter 2 a fortnight early, it is available now to members of my Patreon.

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Happy Birthday u/SP00KYSEXY83_ !!! I was inspired by the beloved speech to text function (aka the auto cucumber) to write this little crack fic in which Crowley’s plants turn into cucumbers. Enjoy!

Summary

Aziraphale comes over to Crowley’s flat for a date night. Crowley had ordered the plants to look their best, but unfortunately, they misunderstood him.

CW/TW: none Other tags: Crack, Fluff, Humor, Crowley’s Plants, Misunderstandings, Innuendo

Excerpt

“Crowley, your plants look…different.” Aziraphale had just walked in the flat carrying the ingredients for a cozy evening in with spaghetti and wine when he noticed the plant room had a new look.

“What do you mean?” Crowley asked. He would not be pleased if the plants had decided to look less than perfect for his angel. He turned around to take a look. “Oh, for Satan’s sake. Who told you to do this?” he shouted.

Aziraphale and Crowley learned that day that if you terrify a plant in just the right way, its vibrations of fear can turn into actual words.

You did, Master.

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Title: L'aurore

Rating: E (this chapter is T)

Summary: On a mission to search for an elusive beast, Aziraphale and Crowley meet again for the first time in 15 years. The two men were on the brink of a relationship back then, but parted ways. Now, brought together by coincidence, fate, or a nosey friend, they find themselves at the mercy of a man who doesn't seem to have any.

Excerpt: Shadwell looked Ezra over with an odd glint in his eye, as if Ezra had wandered in by accident. A deal had been made, perhaps too hastily in retrospect, but he had work to do. “It would be nice to know what is expected of me,” Ezra explained.

The door shut loudly behind him, causing Ezra to spin around. “There’s a bit of a situation, Doctor Fell,” Shadwell said, drawing the other man’s attention back.

“Yes, I figured that much out,” Ezra snapped.

Shadwell grumbled something under his breath and continued, “We’re trying to find something that has so far been unfindable.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, but I’m afraid I don’t know how I can help.”

“Ta be honest, I dinnae either, but I was told to bring ye along and here ye be.”

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Thank you to @cobeeli for the beautiful art!

Thanks to @ireallyneedmoretea, u/ckocek, @sspooksart, u/Risu_tem, @groovynightstrawberry, @imgoingslightlymad81, @littleweezel for the betas and cheer reads!

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Cracking night cracking up with my darlings @sabotage-on-mercury & @tonydaddingham watching David Tennant as the guest at Paul and Suki's new improv comedy show. Pure fun filled silliness featuring pistol duels, accordion toasters, rock operas and spider monkeys.

A nice and accurate prophecy of the season following the parting ways of an angel and his demon…. If such an Ineffable Plan were plotted by a benevolent God with a keen interest in their part in the world's future—and a penchant for a good love story.

In this tale of what might emerge after affection’s seed is planted with a kiss, the Second Coming looms large. Aziraphale must keep his vow to fix Heaven before it’s too late, without asking the impossible from Crowley. As the effort is complicated by unexpected friends, an ex-Inspector Constable, a guileful Metatron, and a Heavenly floor full of the Blessed Dead—Aziraphale and Crowley find navigating their relationship is not mutually exclusive from saving the world from Armageddon.

Somewhere, somehow, there is an outcome where the Nightingales sing in Berkeley Square. The angels just need each other—and maybe a little help—to find it.

Words: 176,718

Status: Complete

Rating: Teen And Up

Art Credit: Globe and Two Nests by David Kroll

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Today is International Transgender Day of Visibility!

Here’s a list of some of the amazing Trans Creators we have over here on GOAD and their socials. You can also find loads of trans themed works on AO3 as well! To the World 🏳️‍⚧️🥂

@gahellhimself-blog — whom you may know from his incredible comic Teach-Me (featuring trans Crowley) and so much more incredible art! (Find him on Patreon and Instagram!)

Terraific — who has written some lovely prose as a longstanding member of the writers guild! (Find them on AO3!)

@e-rated-beardo — if you haven’t noticed the regular reblogs on our account on beardo’s fic, Scorn and the Saintmaker, (featuring trans Aziraphale), then you should go check it out, it comes with delicious art! (Find him on AO3!)

@randomshitwithwinter — we recommend you take a look at his latest WIP, Are you a mic pack? which also features trans Aziraphale and the joys of being out! (Find him on AO3!)

And finally, seamstrex_divine42 (aka, midwestern_gothic) who is working through his very first WIP with the GOAD Writers Guild, The Isolated System a post S2 rebellion epic fic filled with Heavenly world building and conspiracies. Keep an eye on our tumblr for their posts!