#commodorecliche

Aziraphale buys a quiet cottage in the middle of the English countryside. It is perfect in every way: old-style, quaint, surrounded by wilderness, with a small water feature in the back and a price to rival that of any other property he's seen. He is in love from the moment he sees it. But when a mysterious set of books, all written by unknown author A.J. Crowley, appears on his book shelf, Aziraphale begins to wonder if there is perhaps more to this house than he'd originally believed. The truth can be buried, but it cannot stay hidden forever.

Length: 48,334 words

AO3 Rating: Mature / Spice Level 🔥

Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, At Home, Angst, Human AU

Triggers: Major Character Death

Read it here, fic by commodorecliche

*Minor Spoilers* This story of Aziraphale falling in love with a ghost is one of the most gripping and beautiful stories I've ever read. It is such a powerful piece of fiction. Seamlessly blending romance with mystery and horror. Get your tissues, settle in, this one will haunt you.

Aziraphale has just moved to a cozy cottage in the countryside. If he's hearing things, feeling weird drafts, and noticing things out of place, well, that's just him settling in. Soon, there will be no denying the strange events, and it starts with a set of unpublished books written by an AJ Crowley. The previous, deceased, owner of the house.

This is heartbreaking. It's grief pools over everything. As Aziraphale learns more about the entity who haunts his cottage you will start to grieve as well. The way they begin to communicate was so thrilling and the softest romance. On one hand, we know they're soulmates and belong together despite any obstacle. On the other, it's a tragedy and horrifying. It's gorgeous and grotesque.

It's mostly safe in public, but an at home read for me. If you were destroyed by All of Us Strangers, I think you'll want to check this out. But mind the tags and warnings, there is graphic descriptions of death and major character death. Technically a happy ending? But that's a grey area in itself. I'd love to know how you guys feel about this ending actually

Read it here, fic by commodorecliche

P.S Spoilers under the cut because I want to scream about this story so come back once you've read this

bathe me in your greatness

I didn't REBLOG THE DANG POST but here's some smut for your thirsty souls:

Hello!

These fics were the ones I could find with the secret relationship tag. Here’s a tag that I created for human and professors au!

Professorial by commodorecliche (E)

Aziraphale wears a turtleneck; Crowley is very excited about it.

Ineffable Theory and Praxis by loveneedlesandhay (E) - WIP

"Have a drink with me. After.” Crowley swallowed. “Won’t take very long, and I’ll wanna get drunk, and I want—I mean, I owe you. We’ll share the umbrella, I’ll do the thing, and then I’ll buy you a drink.”

“You really don’t owe me.”

“No, I know, I just … You’re the first person in a month who’s talked to me like I’m still human. It was a terrible month. But tonight’s been better. So. Please. At least let me get you a coffee. Give me something to look forward to while I hear how lucky I am to have signed my soul away. Please, Fell.”

“Aziraphale.”

“What?”

“My name. My first name is Aziraphale.”

Arcadia College: respected, traditional. So traditional, so time-honoured, so ancient, that the school is accidentally at the forefront of current academic trends.

One student is caught in a career-destroying scandal. Another, disillusioned, is skilled at breaking the spirit but not letter of the rules. Both are alone at Arcadia, but they're becoming friends. One might want more. Which is complicated.

Their respective academic divisions are also on the brink of mostly metaphorical war.

Or, the grad school Good Omens AU that nobody asked for but my brain won't shut up about.

It’s like a footprint or a shadow. It can’t hurt you. All it can do is frighten.

From Dark Matter by Michelle Paver

My part of the Dark Matter exchange, for @commodorecliche!

chapters: 10/10 words: 32068 rating: mature warnings: no archive warnings apply relationships: aziraphale/crowley tags: friends to lovers, denial of feelings, mutual pining, jealousy, sexual tension, light angst, swimming, cottage by the sea, fights, making up, misunderstandings, miscommunication, kissing, idiots in love, unhealthy coping mechanisms, happy ending, fluff, domestic fluff, fluff and angst, post-canon, getting together, minor original character(s), minor canonical character(s), non-explicit sex

it's a hard thing, adjusting to a new kind of freedom, relearning the world. there are many ways of handling a change like that, many differing attitudes concerning how to address it, many courses of action to take. it just happens that Crowley and Aziraphale, each in their unique manner, through their processes of personal growth, independently of one another and for wildly different reasons, somehow manage to land on the same big conclusion: I should buy a house on the beach.

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