A demon can get into real trouble, doing the right thing

Rule: post the first lines from your current wips (or your favorite lines, whatever floats your boat! everything's made up and the points don't matter!!) and let your followers vote on which lines intrigue or excite them the most. Original idea by @carry-the-sky, tagged by @quitequaintrelle, thank you both for including me! (saw the same post on @firelikestars' blog and decided to be brave and take part in the tag for once!) Since I'm currently working on one single wip (Somewhere, A Place For Us, my own version of good omens season 3), here are five of my favourite quotes from various chapters (not telling which ones, of course!) 1. Up there, no one listened to the Starmaker when he said he wasn’t lonely. That was because they knew a liar when they saw one. 2. What he really felt, nestled at the endocarp of the stone he called a heart, apple-shaped and rotting at a speed a whole lot faster than light, was anger. A swamp-coloured, flesh-eroding, reason-stifling broth in which he had simmered for far too long. 3. Are you perfect, yet? Are you shining through the cracks of my soul, are you making me whole? Are you making me proud, are you making me forget? 4. They stared at each other. If either of them moved, flinched, twitched, or even breathed a little too hard, they would go for it, forsaking everything for one night, for a few hours, or just for a minute. They longed for each other's touch way too much, and it was too hard, and much too late now, to tell craving from aversion, fondness from dislike and above it all, love from hatred. Any blunder, any at all, and clothes and pride alike would be left at the door. 5. "Think of all you could do if you channelled all that pain—all that anger that he left in his wake—” "Mmmh, keep salting the wound, I'm close—"

Rule: post the first lines from your current wips (or your favorite lines, whatever floats your boat! everything's made up and the points don't matter!!) and let your followers vote on which lines intrigue or excite them the most. Original idea by @carry-the-sky, tagged by @quitequaintrelle, thank you both for including me! (saw the same post on @firelikestars' blog and decided to be brave and take part in the tag for once!) Since I'm currently working on one single wip (Somewhere, A Place For Us, my own version of good omens season 3), here are five of my favourite quotes from various chapters (not telling which ones, of course!) 1. Up there, no one listened to the Starmaker when he said he wasn’t lonely. That was because they knew a liar when they saw one. 2. What he really felt, nestled at the endocarp of the stone he called a heart, apple-shaped and rotting at a speed a whole lot faster than light, was anger. A swamp-coloured, flesh-eroding, reason-stifling broth in which he had simmered for far too long. 3. Are you perfect, yet? Are you shining through the cracks of my soul, are you making me whole? Are you making me proud, are you making me forget? 4. They stared at each other. If either of them moved, flinched, twitched, or even breathed a little too hard, they would go for it, forsaking everything for one night, for a few hours, or just for a minute. They longed for each other's touch way too much, and it was too hard, and much too late now, to tell craving from aversion, fondness from dislike and above it all, love from hatred. Any blunder, any at all, and clothes and pride alike would be left at the door. 5. "Think of all you could do if you channelled all that pain—all that anger that he left in his wake—” "Mmmh, keep salting the wound, I'm close—"

Rule: post the first lines from your current wips (or your favorite lines, whatever floats your boat! everything's made up and the points don't matter!!) and let your followers vote on which lines intrigue or excite them the most. Original idea by @carry-the-sky, tagged by @quitequaintrelle, thank you both for including me! (saw the same post on @firelikestars' blog and decided to be brave and take part in the tag for once!) Since I'm currently working on one single wip (Somewhere, A Place For Us, my own version of good omens season 3), here are five of my favourite quotes from various chapters (not telling which ones, of course!) 1. Up there, no one listened to the Starmaker when he said he wasn’t lonely. That was because they knew a liar when they saw one. 2. What he really felt, nestled at the endocarp of the stone he called a heart, apple-shaped and rotting at a speed a whole lot faster than light, was anger. A swamp-coloured, flesh-eroding, reason-stifling broth in which he had simmered for far too long. 3. Are you perfect, yet? Are you shining through the cracks of my soul, are you making me whole? Are you making me proud, are you making me forget? 4. They stared at each other. If either of them moved, flinched, twitched, or even breathed a little too hard, they would go for it, forsaking everything for one night, for a few hours, or just for a minute. They longed for each other's touch way too much, and it was too hard, and much too late now, to tell craving from aversion, fondness from dislike and above it all, love from hatred. Any blunder, any at all, and clothes and pride alike would be left at the door. 5. "Think of all you could do if you channelled all that pain—all that anger that he left in his wake—” "Mmmh, keep salting the wound, I'm close—"

Rule: post the first lines from your current wips (or your favorite lines, whatever floats your boat! everything's made up and the points don't matter!!) and let your followers vote on which lines intrigue or excite them the most. Original idea by @carry-the-sky, tagged by @quitequaintrelle, thank you both for including me! (saw the same post on @firelikestars' blog and decided to be brave and take part in the tag for once!) Since I'm currently working on one single wip (Somewhere, A Place For Us, my own version of good omens season 3), here are five of my favourite quotes from various chapters (not telling which ones, of course!) 1. Up there, no one listened to the Starmaker when he said he wasn’t lonely. That was because they knew a liar when they saw one. 2. What he really felt, nestled at the endocarp of the stone he called a heart, apple-shaped and rotting at a speed a whole lot faster than light, was anger. A swamp-coloured, flesh-eroding, reason-stifling broth in which he had simmered for far too long. 3. Are you perfect, yet? Are you shining through the cracks of my soul, are you making me whole? Are you making me proud, are you making me forget? 4. They stared at each other. If either of them moved, flinched, twitched, or even breathed a little too hard, they would go for it, forsaking everything for one night, for a few hours, or just for a minute. They longed for each other's touch way too much, and it was too hard, and much too late now, to tell craving from aversion, fondness from dislike and above it all, love from hatred. Any blunder, any at all, and clothes and pride alike would be left at the door. 5. "Think of all you could do if you channelled all that pain—all that anger that he left in his wake—” "Mmmh, keep salting the wound, I'm close—"

I've been meaning to do this for a long time. The more stories I write, the longer it will take. It's now or never. Please scroll through as I have tried to create a variety of categories. Some works may appear more than once.

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All I've Ever Wanted (Is You) (Human AU; misunderstanding)

Rated: M, 2/6 chapters posted (started 4/16/2026)

They met at Ana and Newt’s pre-wedding party. Aziraphale remembers being absolutely stunned by Crowley’s good looks—and mortified by his coarse language. That only lasted until they began a hilarious (and frankly unhinged) conversation about the intelligence of dolphins and whales, and something about the kraken, if memory serves.From that moment on, they have been nearly inseparable. That was five years ago. These days, Aziraphale frequently slips onto a bar stool and keeps Crowley company for a few hours while he works a slow shift at an upscale Mayfair pub, and Crowley spends many a lazy day lounging in Aziraphale’s bookshop in Soho. But there’s nothing more to it than that. Because Aziraphale and Crowley are merely friends. They’ve never been more than friends. They never will be. Of course not.

Inseparable (Human AU; childhood friends to lovers)

Rated: M, 5/5 chapters posted (started 3/20/2026)

Aziraphale lost his best friend when they were sixteen, and it had been like losing his own heart. After twenty years, he’s moved on, but he’s never given up on finding her. When a stranger sits down beside him at a pub and calls him “angel,” it triggers memories he thought were long buried… and maybe the second chance he never thought he’d get.

A Chronicle of Affection (or How to Get Everything You Want in Just 12 Months) (Human AU; friends to lovers)

Rated: M, 75K words, 16/16 chapters posted (2/6/26)

Part of the Winter Omens Big Bang

Anthony Crowley is 40 years old and down on his luck. In the past few years he’s lost his job as a journalist, his boyfriend, his flat, and most of his self-respect. When he hears about the chance to nanny a three-year-old boy, it looks like the opportunity he’s been waiting for to turn his life around. At 57, bookshop owner Aziraphale Fell has resigned himself to his perpetual bachelorhood. Still, each year, he looks forward to dressing up in his vintage Father Christmas suit and turning his bookshop annex into a holiday wonderland. When Crowley and his young charge, Adam, attend Father Christmas’s Magical Bookshop, it’s clear the two men are attracted to one another. Over the course of the next year they become friends, important to one another in every way. The question is, can they face their fears and admit that they have fallen quite deeply in love?

Entangled (Human AU; enemies to friends to lovers)

Co-authored with MissUnderstoodLyrics

Rated: E, 69K words, 18/18 chapters posted (12/18/25)

As an up-and-coming post doc, marine biologist Anthony J. Crowley landed a coveted grant from The Eastgate Conservancy to study the lives of endangered sea turtles. When the Conservancy accused him of misappropriation of funds, his research was halted. He’s carried a grudge for the past twenty-five years. Now an award-winning researcher with a worldwide YouTube following, Dr Crowley has been offered another grant from the Conservancy to replicate his original study. There’s just one catch—Aziraphale Eastgate, a member of the Conservancy board, will be traveling on the Sea Serpent as an observer for the duration of the project. Confined on the ship with documentary cameras capturing their every move, Crowley and Aziraphale can’t avoid each other—or the chemistry simmering between them. What begins as daily sparring over data and methods slowly softens into mutual respect, and then develops into something deeper—and far more dangerous.

Regrets, Choices & Other Things (Human AU; friends to lovers)

Rated: E, 24K words 6/6 chapters posted (10/15/2025)

When Aziraphale arrives at the hospital, Crowley seems fine. He waves him over to the side of his bed, a smile on his face. He gives him a kiss. He calls him “angel.” It’s perfect. It’s everything Aziraphale’s ever dreamed of. But it’s not right. What the actual fuck is going on? A reverse trope romance in which having amnesia leads to a second chance. It’s especially sweet when you never thought you had a chance in the first place.

Cheeky Bastards (Human AU; enemies to lovers)

Rated: M, 18K words, 5/5 chapters posted (8/22/2025)

Dr. Crowley is the latest hire in the English Department at Eden Valley University. He doesn’t know his colleague Dr. Fell, and he doesn’t want to. But when budget cuts force them to share a car for six hours on their way to the Central States Literature Conference in Chicago, it doesn’t look like he has much choice. Thank Someone for small favors.

Courage (Human AU; enemies to lovers)

Rated: E, 30K words, 7/7 chapters posted (5/14/2025)

Aziraphale Eastgate is unfailingly polite, effortlessly charming, and seems to like everyone in Central London—everyone, that is, except Anthony Crowley. And for the life of him, Crowley has never understood why. But when they find themselves trapped on a week-long vacation with their best friends, Maggie and Nina, it doesn't take long for Crowley to find out. Based on the reverse trope "really nice guy who hates only you."

SERIES:

Reverse Tropes (inspired by this Tumblr post)

Regrets, Choices & Other Things (Human AU)

Rated: E, 24 K words 6/6 chapters posted (10/15/2025)

When Aziraphale arrives at the hospital, Crowley seems fine. He waves him over to the side of his bed, a smile on his face. He gives him a kiss. He calls him “angel.” It’s perfect. It’s everything Aziraphale’s ever dreamed of. But it’s not right. What the actual fuck is going on? A reverse trope romance in which having amnesia leads to a second chance. It’s especially sweet when you never thought you had a chance in the first place.

There Were Two Beds: Crowley's Lament (Human AU)

Rated: M, 7800 words, 1/1 chapters posted (1/19/2025)

When Aziraphale breaks up with boyfriend Gabriel, best friend Crowley finally sees his chance.The long-pining idiot arranges a weekend getaway where he hopes circumstances will provide the perfect opportunity to profess his love.

Except when they arrive at the hotel, it’s not exactly a “there was only one bed” situation. How will our hero cope?

More Than Friends: Crowley's Dilemma (Human AU)

Rated: E, 7350 words, 1/1 chapters (2/12/2025)

Since returning from Bath a month ago, best friends Crowley and Aziraphale have been determined to make up for lost time. They hold hands whenever they’re in public, have weekday “lunches” that don’t involve food, and sleep in one another’s arms every night. It should be obvious they’re in a romantic relationship. So why does everyone seem to think they're still just friends? A reverse-trope story based on the prompt “Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced you aren’t actually dating.

post the first lines from your current wips (or your favorite lines, whatever floats your boat! everything's made up and the points don't matter!!) and let your followers vote on which lines intrigue or excite them the most.

thanks for the tag @firelikestars and @ineffabildaddy 💛

The Bentley soared through the streets of London, its owner grumpily tightening his hold on the steering wheel as they got closer and closer to their destination.

A lonesome life can turn anyone sad. Six thousand years of a lonesome life would turn anyone crazy.

[Report #0005 - Earth Rotation 6xxxx, 21.09.2024 human calendar] After the unsuccessful last mission, the demon Crowley began following me around.

Death is not possible to describe. There's no after after death.

Rule: post the first lines from your current wips (or your favorite lines, whatever floats your boat! everything's made up and the points don't matter!!) and let your followers vote on which lines intrigue or excite them the most. Original idea by @carry-the-sky, tagged by @quitequaintrelle, thank you both for including me! Since I'm currently working on one single wip (Somewhere, A Place For Us, my own version of good omens season 3), here are five of my favourite quotes from various chapters (not telling which ones, of course!) 1. Up there, no one listened to the Starmaker when he said he wasn’t lonely. That was because they knew a liar when they saw one. 2. What he really felt, nestled at the endocarp of the stone he called a heart, apple-shaped and rotting at a speed a whole lot faster than light, was anger. A swamp-coloured, flesh-eroding, reason-stifling broth in which he had simmered for far too long. 3. Are you perfect, yet? Are you shining through the cracks of my soul, are you making me whole? Are you making me proud, are you making me forget? 4. They stared at each other. If either of them moved, flinched, twitched, or even breathed a little too hard, they would go for it, forsaking everything for one night, for a few hours, or just for a minute. They longed for each other's touch way too much, and it was too hard, and much too late now, to tell craving from aversion, fondness from dislike and above it all, love from hatred. Any blunder, any at all, and clothes and pride alike would be left at the door. 5. "Think of all you could do if you channelled all that pain—all that anger that he left in his wake—” "Mmmh, keep salting the wound, I'm close—"

Rule: post the first lines from your current wips (or your favorite lines, whatever floats your boat! everything's made up and the points don't matter!!) and let your followers vote on which lines intrigue or excite them the most. Original idea by @carry-the-sky, tagged by @quitequaintrelle, thank you both for including me! Since I'm currently working on one single wip (Somewhere, A Place For Us, my own version of good omens season 3), here are five of my favourite quotes from various chapters (not telling which ones, of course!) 1. Up there, no one listened to the Starmaker when he said he wasn’t lonely. That was because they knew a liar when they saw one. 2. What he really felt, nestled at the endocarp of the stone he called a heart, apple-shaped and rotting at a speed a whole lot faster than light, was anger. A swamp-coloured, flesh-eroding, reason-stifling broth in which he had simmered for far too long. 3. Are you perfect, yet? Are you shining through the cracks of my soul, are you making me whole? Are you making me proud, are you making me forget? 4. They stared at each other. If either of them moved, flinched, twitched, or even breathed a little too hard, they would go for it, forsaking everything for one night, for a few hours, or just for a minute. They longed for each other's touch way too much, and it was too hard, and much too late now, to tell craving from aversion, fondness from dislike and above it all, love from hatred. Any blunder, any at all, and clothes and pride alike would be left at the door. 5. "Think of all you could do if you channelled all that pain—all that anger that he left in his wake—” "Mmmh, keep salting the wound, I'm close—"

mixing it up for tbt this week with a new tag game: post the first lines from your current wips (or your favorite lines, whatever floats your boat! everything's made up and the points don't matter!!) and let your followers vote on which lines intrigue or excite them the most.

(apparently tumblr poll answers have an 80-character limit so uh. rip if you're a wordy bitch like me)

and a wordy bitch honorable mention:

Dagon, Master of Torments (on a bad day), Lord of the Files (on a worse one), was absolutely smashing this ‘being human’ thing, if they said so themselves.

Thank you for tagging me @carry-the-sky!

Post the first lines from your current wips (or your favorite lines, whatever floats your boat! everything's made up and the points don't matter!!) and let your followers vote on which lines intrigue or excite them the most.

WIP 1:

You see, the plant was the only thing blocking Crowley's nether regions. His naked nether regions. His naked nether regions that were attached to his body, which was also very, very naked.

WIP 2:

They don't make it to the settee. A few steps and Crowley's legs buckle. Oh, fuck, he collapses to the floor, body crumpling like a marionette with its strings cut… that then promptly takes a header off its little puppet stage into the audience.

WIP 3:

“They've slotted me between the Anatolian Shepherd Dogs and the Angled Sunbeam Caterpillars, actually.”

“Oooh, caterpillars for bunkmates,” said Crawly with no small amount of underlying venom. “Convenient. Should have plenty of room to stretch your legs, then.”

WIP 4:

Despite being omni-everything, the Lord did enjoy material objects immensely. God had made them, after all. They were God's things. God took great pleasure in admiring the weight, shape, and… ooh, ooh colour! Can't forget that. Colour was delightful.

(God would miss colour. Best make a note to create something like that the next time.)

The letter he never sent 💌