iâm sorry youâre not feeling well! đŤ fluffy buddie headcanon for you: hopeless romantic eddie diaz would do one of those elaborate scavenger hunts for their first valentines together, like the parks and rec one leslie does for ben. he knows buck loves a game and would be so into it, spends weeks writing little letters to go along with the clues. and the clues take him to various parts of LA that are meaningful to them, and some are places buck hadnât even clocked as meaningful to eddie until now. like the frozen yogurt place they went to after going to their first movie together (this was the first time it felt like we were friend friends) or a random coffee shop bucks never been to (i came here for a week straight while you were in the coma, when seeing you like that got to be too much. i loved you so much and didnât even know) and buck is a weepy mess by the end, and it obviously leads him back to eddieâs house where eddieâs waiting for him. and he kisses away his tears and says âthis is where i fell in love with you over and over againâ and buck cries so hard he has to lay down and considers proposing on the spot đŤś
oh my god. theyâre so in love. theyâre best friends who are so so so in love im gonna sob
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buddie + âmagnetâ for the 5 sentences fic? đ¤Š
hiiii cait!! this one was a DELIGHT to write hehe, i hope you like it đŤś
"Could you pour me a cup of juice before you sit down, please?" Eddie asks, sending Buck a slightly wobbly but no less sweet smile from his spot at the table.
Buck returns it with a nod and a salute before spinning back towards the fridge, and it is only as his fingers close around the handle that he notices: the doors, usually covered in photos and their shared calendar and reminder sticky notes and so many novelty magnets they're running out of space, are suddenly, inexplicably bare â or, just about.
All that's left on the surface are alphabet letters, in primary colors, which... is weird, because they don't own alphabet letters, in primary colors, and there's actually not even all twenty-six letters there, only â Buck inhales sharply â only I and L-O-V-E and Y-O-U.
"I do, y'know," Eddie says, softly, gently, up and out of his seat and standing just to the right of Buck now; he's twisting his hands together, a nervous sort of smile pulling at his mouth, like he's not sure how Buck's going to react, and that'sâ that's just ridiculous, because how could Buck react any other way than:
"Eddie," he breathes out, around a wet, slightly choked up, joyous bubble of laughter, "Iâ me too, Eddie, me too, me too," he babbles, and then Buck can't wait a single second longer, reaching out to get his hands on Eddie, to bunch his fingers into the front of Eddie's shirt and pull, until Eddie's stumbling forward, into his arms, and he's stumbling back into the fridge, magnets scattering everywhere, kissing him so good his toes curl in his socks.
54 or 64 or 74 for the drabbles! whichever sparks joy đ
74. "I didn't mean what I said."
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Are you? In love with Eddie?
Buck feels pretty good about the way he handled Maddieâs accusation. He wasnât angry and he didnât bite back, even though there was a small part of him that wanted to do just that. He just made sure she knew the status quo.
Are you? In love with Eddie?
If her words still ring in his ears hours later, it means nothing. It means nothing because it isnât true.
He feels good about the way he handled it.
He feels good, all the way up until Eddie FaceTimes him the next morning.
Buck hasnât told anyoneâand heâs pretty sure Eddie hasnât, eitherâbut they do this every day. It wasnât a decision. Itâs not like they sat down and made a schedule.Â
It justâŚhappened. It developed.
And then suddenly, Eddieâs been in Texas for a month, and they have a routine. Eddie calls every morning, Buck calls every night. At least one of them calls throughout the day, if not both of them.
Eddie is in Texas and Buck is in California, but they talk at least three times a day. It never quite heals the gaping wound inside of Buck, but it does stem the bleeding. Itâs enough; it has to be.
Are you? In love with Eddie?
Buck was confident in his denial when Maddie asked. He knew the answer.
And then Eddie FaceTimes, and Buck answers the call to see that he hasnât even rolled out of bed yet. His face is still half-buried in a white pillow, his brow furrowed as he squints at the phone screen. The moment he sees Buck, his expression smooths out, a sleepy smile lighting up the room better than the sun ever could.Â
âHey,â Eddie murmurs, his voice still hoarse and rough from sleep.
Buckâs heart thumps.
He stares at Eddieâthe soft, hazy quality of him, his terrible bedhead, the gentle curl of his smile, just the hint of his deep brown eyesâ
Buck stares, sick to his stomach with guilt as he thinks, I denied you.
Heâs important enough to Eddie for Eddie to call every single morning without fail, because Eddie knows that heâs been left before and the people who did that to him never bothered to stay in touch. Heâs important enough that Eddie called this morning before heâd ever rolled out of bed.
Heâs important to Eddie. He matters to Eddie. And Buckâheâ
And for what? Because he didnât want to be a cliche? Because a hopeless, unrequited love would hurt?
Heâs done it before. Heâs loved harder and deeper and more than anyone has ever loved him.
Heâs had to survive the pain of unequal love his whole life. He could survive it again; he just didnât want to. Heâd been a coward.
All those people he loved, people who didnât care about himânot trulyâbut Eddie is the one he denies? Eddie, who deserves to be loved that hard. Eddie, who even if he canât love Buck back, cares about him.
Eddie deserves everything. He deserves more.
And Buck denied him.
Are you? In love with Eddie?
Buckâs very foundation, the core of who he is, starts to shake. Itâs worse than any earthquake heâs ever experienced; even worse than the one that hit LA just weeks after he met Eddie. Everything inside him starts to crumble.
The soft, hazy quality to Eddie falls away immediately. He frowns, sitting up in bed as he rubs sleep from his eye.
âWhat is it?â He asks. âWhatâs wrong? Did something happen?â
Buck shakes his head, hoping that the camera doesnât pick up on the quiver of his lips or the way his eyes have started to threaten tears.
God, heâs so stupid.
âNothing,â he whispers. âNothing, I justâIââ
His voice dies suddenly. There are so many ways he could finish that sentence.Â
I denied you.Â
I donât deserve you.Â
Iâ
Buck rubs a hand over his face, shaking his thoughts loose.
âNightmare,â he says, smiling weakly.
It doesnât even feel like a lie. Life very much feels like a nightmare right now.
Eddieâs face softens and Buckâs heart thumps again, harder than before.
âWanna talk about it?â
Buck shakes his head.Â
âDistract me?â He asks instead.
And because Buck mattersâbecause heâs importantâEddie does.Â
Between them, Buck is usually the talker. Heâs the one that recounts every little detail of his day, that has a series of fun facts to share when thereâs a lull from countless late night deep dives. Most of the time, Eddie is content to listen and chime in when necessary.
Today, Eddie cares the brunt of the conversation as they go through their morning routines together. Buck isnât even sure what they talk about; he spends the entire time staring at Eddieâs profile and trying to remember to breathe.
Are you? In love with Eddie?
I denied you.
When Eddie finally, reluctantly hangs up, Buck calls Maddie. The knot of guilt choking his insides wonât loosen until he makes this right.
The call connects, but Buck doesnât even give her a chance to say anything.
âI didnât mean it,â he blurts out. âLast nightâŚI didnât mean what I said.â
Maddie is silent for a long moment.
âAre you ready to talk about it now?â She asks gently.
Buck squeezes his eyes shut. The pain has already begun; it probably started when he answered Eddieâs call.Â
But he can survive this. He has before. Heâs done it for people who didnât deserve it half as much.Â
ahh 1, 35, and/or 37 for buddie for the intimacy prompts! âŁď¸
ooooo ok palm kiss, running a finger down their spine, and smiling while kissing!!
It's clear that Buck is hurting when they get home.
He's limping a bit when they get out of the truck, though he tries to hide it. Eddie knows what to look for, though: the quiet, the controlled breaths, the slightly sped up walk, the tension in his spine. His hands twitch with the desire to sling an arm around his waist and offer to carry some of his weight.
Buck's weight is always something he's willing to shoulder; Buck's carried so much of Eddie's for so long.
The house is empty and quiet when they get inside. Chris is with Pepa, and they won't have to get him for a little while. The only evidence of the earthquake is in the kitchen: a forgotten water glass lies shattered on the tiles, the water long-since dried. Buck grabs the dustpan and brush and Eddie takes it from his hands immediately, cleaning it with the ease of a parent with bare feet in mind.
Buck sits on the island stool and sucks in a small, pained breath, and Eddie cracks right down the middle.
"You're hurting," he says, reaching for the ibuprofen in the cabinet.
Buck looks up from his phone. "Huh?"
"Was it the rescue or the zipline?"
Buck blinks at him. "No, it's-- I'm fine. Just tired."
Eddie hands him the bottle. "Here. Go shower first."
Nodding, Buck takes the meds and limps off towards the shower.
Eddie fixes them sandwiches while he waits, inhaling his and leaving Buck's on the coffee table for him. He even gives him an extra pickle. When he hears the shower turn off, and then the door to his their Buck's bedroom close, he heads for the shower, stripping his dirty clothes and washing the day away.
He finds Buck asleep on his stomach on the couch after, clad in an old pair of LAFD sweats that Eddie thinks might be his. His leg is splayed out awkwardly, and Eddie can't imagine that he's very comfortable.
With his arms under his head, the muscles of Buck's strong back are visible, and Eddie lets himself look, just for a minute. Allows himself to take in his broad shoulders, the short hair at the back of his skull, the taper of his waist, the bit of his hips that spills out over the waistband of his sweats. The line of his spine is straight and beautiful.
Crouching down beside him, Eddie traces his finger down the line, just gently, then rests his hand on Buck's shoulder. His skin is so warm.
Buck blinks one blue eye open, bleary with sleep. "Hm?"
"C'mon, bud," he says softly. "Come to bed."
Buck frowns. "It's your bed, I'm taking the couch."
"Nope. C'mon. We can share."
Eddie stands, extending a hand out. Buck takes it and Eddie helps him to his feet, but he doesn't let go. Buck's hand is warm, rough calluses brushing against Eddie's own. Hand in hand, Eddie leads Buck to the bedroom. The bed (Buck's bed) is still unmade from this morning, and Eddie climbs right in, grateful for Buck's obsession with high thread-count sheets. He turns on his side, curled towards the middle of the mattress.
For a moment, Buck stands on his side of the bed, looking uncertain
Eddie smiles at him a little. "Sooner you get in, the longer we can sleep, bud."
Buck gets in, mirroring Eddie on his side. His damp curls are messy, fanning out on the pillow when he lays his head on it. There's a sweet flush on his cheeks, and Eddie wonders if it's from the heat of the shower or something else. For a moment, they lay there in silence.
And then Buck reaches towards him, thumb brushing over Eddie's cheekbone. "You're bruising. Something hit you?"
Heat flares through Eddie where Buck's touching him, thumb on his cheekbone and other fingers resting on his jaw. His eyes flutter closed, and he turns his head into Buck's palm, pressing a soft kiss to his warm skin.
Buck's intake of breath is quiet, but Eddie hears it nonetheless. Eddie kisses his palm once more, then looks at him. Buck's eyes are wide and blue, his full mouth open in surprise.
"Eddie?" he asks, voice sounding small.
"Buck," Eddie says, muffled by his palm. Another kiss.
Buck pulls his hand away, brows knitting together. "Eddie, I don't--"
Eddie leans across the scant space between them and kisses Buck once, just a peck.
The surprise on Buck's face is sweet. It sends warmth through Eddie, and he leans forward and kisses him again, harder this time. Buck makes a little noise against his lips and puts a hand on his face again. Gently, so gently.
"Eddie," he murmurs. "Do you--"
"Yeah, Buck," Eddie whispers. "I do."
And then Buck is smiling, bright and beautiful, pulling Eddie in again. It's less of a kiss than a press of lips, since they're both smiling too hard for anything else. Eddie fits a hand to the dip of Buck's waist, pulling him in, in, in. He can hear Buck's breathing, and he can hear his own heartbeat in his ears, and he can feel something soft and warm settling in his chest.
would love to know more about love being stupid đĽ°âŁď¸
okay so this is the one that is most likely to be published soon, hence having an actual title. that being said i'm like 6.5k in and am really winging it so i honestly could be almost finished or be halfway through or be on the verge of writing the longest thing i have ever written. i have no clue at this point đ¤ˇââď¸đ
but anyway! it's my buddie roomates era fic where buck knows and has accepted that he's in unrequited love with eddie and just assumes eddie knows this too. but obvs they don't need to actually talk about it.
i'll keep with the theme and share another buckley siblings scene from this one, this time featuring maddie being really unimpressed with eddie (and buck tbf) since i was just talking about that concept again the other day:
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When Buck tells Maddie that Eddie and Chris are coming home, she doesn't seem to get it. She's excited at first - or happy he's happy, at the very least - but once Buck tells her about the plan for their temporary living arrangements, her eyebrows shoot up to her hairline.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" she asks gently.
And look- it's not like Buck doesn't know why she's asking. He'd thought the same thing, after all.
"Eddie is the one who suggested it," he tells her. "He's totally cool with it, Maddie."
"Sure," she says, not looking any less concerned. "But you get that I don't actually care how Eddie feels about any of this, right?"
"Uh," Buck says helpfully. "But then, w-why else would you be worried?"
"I'm worried about you, Evan," she says, sounding slightly exasperated and using his given name the way she does sometimes when she thinks he's not listening to her.
But he is. He's listening.
"But that's what I'm saying," he tries to explain. "Eddie's not uncomfortable, so there's nothing to worry about. I literally asked him. He said he's not gonna catch my cooties, or whatever."
Maddie doesn't laugh at his paraphrasing of Eddie's joke, though. If anything, she seems alarmed by it.
"Buck, that's- don't you think that's a little callous? For him to joke about your feelings like that?" She asks softly, carefully. "I don't think-"
"No, no, you don't get it," he cuts in, feeling almost panicked in his need to defend Eddie to her. "Come on, you're making it sound like- he didn't mean it like that, okay? It was funny. He was basically saying it was dumb of me to think he'd be uncomfortable. Like, childish, you know?"
"Maybe it's a guy thing," he adds, when Maddie still doesn't look particularly convinced.
She sighs, hand absently rubbing against her very pregnant belly.
"Look, I know what I'm doing, okay?" he tells her. "You don't have to worry about me."
Maddie smiles a little at that.
"Yeah, well, tough luck," she tells him, "because I'm always gonna worry about you. Big sister privileges."
Buck can't help but smile back at her, ducking his head a little. Sometimes it just hits him, how lucky he is to have Maddie back in his life. That even now that she has her own daughter - and another kid on the way - she still makes time for Buck, still cares about him just as fiercely as she did when they were kids.
"Hey, I love you," he says aloud, and Maddie's eyes go a little teary.
"I love you too," she echoes easily, then goes to step around the kitchen island to give him a hug.
"Our guest room is here any time you need it, okay?" she says, tucked into his chest, and Buck resists the urge to sigh.
Once Eddie and Christopher are home she'll get it, he decides. She'll see. Everything will be perfect.
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Good Omens rec list to save our souls after s3 ending
So like many others I am also feeling a little lost after watching the s3 finale of Good Omens. Whether you liked it, hated it, or loved it we're all a little sad that the story we've been in love with for so many years is officially over. So I decided to do another one of these rec lists because like many others I also run to AO3 anytime I feel any type of emotion!
There are no s3 spoilers in this rec list at the time of posting.
Obligatory disclaimer: Just because I read a certain trope, or idea does not mean that I agree with it or align my personal values with it. Read at your own discretion and mind tags. If you liked a story leave a comment and kudos!
Happy reading :)
Playing With Fire - Atalan 2.6k, one-shot.
Summary:
AU. Crowley catches Agnesâs last prophecy instead of Aziraphale getting it. Unfortunately, he was never as good at solving crossword clues and jumps to the exact wrong conclusion...
(It's not nearly as angsty as it could be, I promise.)
Written for the Ineffable Con Zine, October 2019
A little lovely one-shot to kick us off :) This fic goes about the idea of Crowley getting the prophecy at the end of s1 instead of Aziraphale. This was actually the first fic I reached for after watching s3 because it's got everything in a nice, tiny, neat bow. If you're looking for the boys saving each other with some hurt comfort this is a great place to start!
2. Misfire - VivatRex 99k, 25/25 chapters
Summary:
Crowley finds himself in another universe; Aziraphale goes to fetch him. In the meantime, Team Free Will has to figure out what to do with the 6,000 year old demon that won't stay in a devil's trap and keeps rooting through Dean's vinyl collection. Shenanigans ensue.
A crossover AU! I'm honestly surprised that more of these don't exist somehow because Supernatural and Good Omens share a lot of the same themes, characters, and overall vibes (gay). The premise for this one is actually very interesting as well because instead of merging the two shows together it actually makes them multi-verses!
If you haven't dived into the world of supernatural, I wouldn't let that stop you from reading this! The only things you really need to know are that Sam and Dean are brothers who hunt monsters and other assortments for a living. Castiel is an angel who constantly dies for Dean. Crowley (SPN) is the king of hell and Irish and has a love hate relationship with everyone. There's also Jack the son of Lucifer. Congrats, you've learned everything you need to. Honestly, if you're on tumblr you probably already have all of the information that you need to be able to decipher what's going on. Occasionally you'll read something and go "that didn't actually happen?" and then look it up to discover oh no it did.
The fic is mostly centered around Crowley and Aziraphale's antics with Cas and Dean being dumbasses and constantly trying to self-sacrifice in the background and Sam being a nerd occasionally and freaking out over Aziraphale and Crowley. If you know the "Damn, bitch you live like this?" meme it's basically this fic lol.
A good read for anyone that wants more of the theological lore side of GO, likes Destiel, or multiverse shenanigans.
3. tales from a bookshop - Rizandace 19k 5/5 chapters
Summary:
Post-season-two. Crowley's moping, Aziraphale wants to fix things, and turns out, there's enough blame to go around.
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âYouâre being ridiculous.â
Crowley very nearly falls over.
Like, actually. He very nearly loses balance for no reason at all and tumbles to the sidewalk next to his car. Heâs been playing Aziraphaleâs voice in his head for weeks, heâs been trying very hard to drown out the sound of it, in fact, and now suddenly, abruptlyâ
âWhat are you doing here,â is all he can think to say. He whirls around, and there he is. On Crowleyâs right, standing there like heâd never left. Where he belongs, Crowleyâs mind helpfully supplies. He wishes he could punch himself in the brain, knock the thoughts right on out of there.
Let me start out by saying that I LOVE Rizandace so goddamn much. I've read so many of their fics and I've actually debated watching a few shows that they've written for because I just love the way they write so much.
This is a s2 fix-it fic featuring lore accurate depressed Crowley, fixer-upper Aziraphale, and comedy relief Muriel in the background. If there's anyone that's feeling a little worn by the s3 ending I would say this would be a great one to start out with! Also please do NOT read the summary and think this is a fic that is just going to bash on Aziraphale because it is not!! It's very nuanced and true to the characters! If you're a fan of getting rid of that awful feeling that s2 gave you, Aziraphale and Crowley actually discussing their feelings, funny but weirdly supportive Muriel, and some near-death experiences this is a great read!
4. someone to sit in your chair to ruin your sleep - wizardlover 17k one-shot.
Summary:
"Really," Crowley says, and laughs, sharp and mean. "They gave you the job and not the authority to run it? Well, isnât that a surprise. If only someone had told you."
"That's not how these things work! It's justâslow going, is all. Change takes time, Crowley."
"Sure, yeah. Climb your way up, but not too much, ey?"
"It's not about me," Aziraphale says, snappy, in that holier-than-thou voice. Crowley smiles mirthlessly, bares his teeth.
"No, you're just a tool for the greater Good, are you. How's that working out, d'you think?"
"Swimmingly, actually. The Metatron really appreciates my suggestions." He smilesâsoft, wondrous, almost disbelieving. Crowley wants to scratch it out of his face. Wants to shake him until he comes to his senses and drops to his knees and begs himâ
"I always knew you were naive, but not this much," he hisses. "They're going to chew you up and put you through the grinder until you can't take it anymore and then, when you finally, finally snap, they'll cast you down like they did the rest of us."
Aziraphale's eyes flick down onceâto his mouth, Crowley realizes, and abruptly steps back, face prickling with shame. Shame, him. Imagine that.Â
Despite what the summary would lead you to believe, this is actually a pretty lighthearted fic! Set some time after s2 and features Nina and Maggie as Crowley's therapist and a roadtrip to find the lost Messiah! Also, the Bentley has a full personality in this and it is determined to force Crowley to talk to Aziraphale which is quite fun!
5. Lunacy - snae_b 57k 17/17 chapters
Summary:
Gone are the glory days when space exploration was novel and exciting and respectable. When astronauts were revered as heroes. No more Yuri Gagarins or Buzz Aldrins or Neil Armstrongs. Two centuries after Sally Ride and Chris Hadfield were celebrated for their achievements, space had become the frontier of the working class.
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As opportunities went down and inequalities went up on Earth, droves of blue-collar workers flocked to the skies to make a living. They put their lives in the hands of money-grubbing CEOs so their families could eat and they could afford to live on the levels higher than the smog line. By 2210 there were operations on every planet and nearly half the two hundred moons in the solar system. In 2233 Dominion Mining had built Ambition on Styx.
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A mining crew and a geologist and a moon on the edge of collapse. What could possibly go wrong? Turns out, pretty much everything.
This was a really cool sci-fi human premise that I was pretty locked into plot wise! Crowley and Aziraphale are scientists/astronauts up on a dead rock mining for materials. Crowley is the captain and Aziraphale is the brand-new wide-eyed geologist that has never even been to space before. Spoiler alert: things start to go real bad real quick for the two of them and it's a race to get off of the rock before they both succumb to a terrifying fate.
Now to be honest, I'm not much for one for Human AUs, simply because I think that a large portion of what makes Aziraphale and Crowley themselves is their essence and being tied to Heaven and Hell. However! This fic does a great job of keeping the characters at their core. If you're looking for something that is very plot driven, a multitude of near-death experiences, and some very nicely done smut this is the fic for you!
-A slight note. Would definitely plan to either read in one sitting or stop a few chapters in before the main story picks up, especially after chapter 12 because from that point on it's basically cliff hanger after cliff hanger.
6. Search and Rescue - snae_b 18k 6/6 chapters
Summary:
âMount Meeker. Small avalanche from the sound of it, R2, R3 maybe. But weâve got two missing hikers, caught in the powder, so at least a D2 in terms of force. Bentley and I are out first. Adam, youâre on extraction gear, Pepper, youâre on medical. We donât know what shape these folks are in.â He finally sets his gaze squarely on Aziraphale, his eyes flick to the lens of his camera and back up again. âStay out of the way.â
Aziraphale packs his camera gear and heads to the Rocky Mountains to film with an elite search and rescue team. Turns out the terrain isn't his only challenge.
Another snae_b because I love the stories they come up with and they write Aziraphale and Crowley into them so well! This is drastly different from the other one I recced however and is much more lighthearted. Human AU with snow mountain ranger Crowley and nature documentary filmer Aziraphale! It's just a really nice written Human AU and doesn't have much in terms of high stakes! If you want a change of pace from the theology, this is a great read!
7. a rarer height - hyruling 18k one-shot. Must have ao3 account to read
Summary:
Perhaps it wasnât sin that heâd tempted Eve with after all. Perhaps when she took the apple and chose free will, what she really chose was the freedom to love beyond the compulsory kind that was all she'd known. All because a demon had looked too long at an angel.
Aziraphaleâs head falls heavily on Crowleyâs shoulder, and he stops thinking about God and ineffable plans. He already knows everything he needs to know.
I love love love hyruling so much. If you've seen my Reddie (IT) Fic Rec then you would also know that by know. You can tell that this is a writer that definitely uses a blank google docs as a therapy session and it's gorgeous. The way they write relationships, especially relationships like Crowley and Aziraphale who are not seeing eye-to-eye, is so painfully well done and realistic.
This is a post s2 fic that has Aziraphale coming in and checking with Crowley whilst Crowley does what Crowley does. If you're looking for gut-wrenching conversations, forgiveness, and learning to navigate a relationship that's falling apart this one is for you!
8. A Brighter Darkness - Eriathalia, VivatRex 20k one-shot.
Summary:
A celestial clerical error changes everything on the surface, but the ending was always set from the start.
[Written for Good Omens Big Bang 2019]
Reverse omens!! This is a fic trope that I wish I saw more of but at least for now we have this one! This is a really great fic for anyone that is looking for a canon divergence but doesn't want any of the actual story plot to change.
Aziraphale is a demon and Crowley is an angel. Somehow everything is different, but nothing has changed. The highlights of this fic are the shenanigans these two get themselves into, always choosing each other in every universe, and the very well written smut. Like slutty Aziraphale pops off in this and it's great.
9. The Lightness of You - Rend_Herring
Summary:
God should not have built them with such discrepancy, made them need for love, and long for wholeness, then left them to their own devices.
Oof. Oof. This one hurts a lot but in a really great cathartic way. This is a character study of Crowley and how would a demon feel about falling in love when they last time they fell in love they lost everything? There's a plethora of wings in this, time jumps, the mortifying ordeal of being known, angst, sappy fucking, 0 of anything to do with the fuckery in s2/s3, and has absolutely amazing lines such as:
"God Herself could not emerge through the skylight this moment with Her Great Big Ineffable Foam Finger, point it at Crowleyâs face, cheer Go Rangers!-- then claim to have done anything more remarkable, and more transcendentally beautiful, in all of existence."
Crowley has decided to give up on life in the city and move to the countryside. Aziraphale is intrigued by the new arrival in Pelican Town. Fluff ensues in such enormous quantities I am compelled by law to recommend a dental check-up after reading.
A series of Good Omens/Stardew Valley ficlets I've been posting on tumblr as I play through thunderheadfred's "Stardew Omens" mod (which replaces Harvey with Aziraphale as the town doctor). Knowledge of the game provides some additional context for the NPCs etc but really it's all about the ineffable farm romance here.
Note: E rating is for the end of chapter 4 only. The rest of the fic is all very tame.
Another Atalan fic because 1. they're a great writer and 2. this combines my favorite loves which is Good Omens and Stardew Valley. If you've no idea what Stardew Valley is, fret not! You literally do not need to know anything about the game to be able to enjoy this fic. If you have played/engaged with Stardew Valley you'll get some nods to the game and laughs at what the other characters do/say throughout but otherwise this fic just takes the basic plot premise of the game and one of the characters and merges it with Stardew.
Crowley is tired of working a dead-end job and moves to Pelican Town, a tiny village in the middle of nowhere, and starts a farm. Aziraphale is the local town doctor. It's a meet cute and there's like maybe 2 seconds of angst if that. It's very cutesy and wholesome. If you want something that is very easy to read, charming character development, and has a small town feel this is a perfect cozy weekend read!
11. it's high time that you love me, cause you do it so well - mygalfriday (BrinneyFriday) 8k, one-shot
Summary:
The looming threat of searing pain and the memory of blood pouring out of his mouth is enough of a deterrent to keep Crowley from ever daring to attempt saying the word Love again but nothing -
not even God Herself -
could stop him from showing it.
I would genuinely rec everything that Brinney has written. There's not a single story of hers that I've read that has not moved me to tears, made me laugh, or made me feel a deep connection to the story. She is so talented and such an amazing writer and I feel like I don't ever see anyone talking about her fics??? Expect to see these last few recs be hers because she deserves it and there's no way I'm making a GO rec list and not including atleast several of her writings.
This is a character study into Crowley and all of the things that he does for Aziraphale to show him that Crowley loves him because god has taken away the ability for demons to be able to say I love you without it causing an immense amount of pain. It's such a brilliant idea that ties so well into the show.
12. you say the whole world's ending (honey, it already did) - mygalfriday (BrinneyFriday) 20k one-shot
Summary:
Significantly warmed from the whiskey but nowhere near as pissed as heâd like, Crowley is alert enough when he approaches the cottage to recognize the unfamiliar, decidedly angelic presence lurking somewhere on his property. Crowley had been very careful when he moved in, placing strict wards against every creature both holy and damned. Except one.
It's a jesus baby fic! Aziraphale crashes back into Crowley's life after the end of s2 and surprise he has the Messiah and Heaven can't know that he took him so would Crowley do a big favor and be a babysitter?? We then get to see a year of Crowley being the worlds best dad and Aziraphale and Crowley trying to mend the wounds from their last conversation while keeping heaven none the wiser. We also get a cameo from Beez and Gabriel plus some meddling old lady's and a South Downs ending! There are some tough conversations and arguments, but I love the way the author makes both sides take accountability for the end of s2 instead of the usual trope of pinning it on just one of them or forcing them into a situation where they both just say sorry and then pretend it never happened. The ending of this fic is genuinely so beautiful I can't think of any way to properly describe it so I'll just C+P a line.
"His voice catches and when his bottom lip trembles, Crowley cannot breathe. âI so badly wanted to give you the world, Crowley.â
âYouâre the world, angel,â he snaps wetly, eyes burning. âThe devil do I need the rest of it for?â
13. don't let this darkness fool you - mygalfriday (BrinneyFriday) 23k one-shot
Summary:
Lurching to his feet, Crowley stumbles through his flat in the dark â tripping over empty whiskey bottles and clothes heâd stripped out of and never bothered to pick up again. Heart pounding, he throws open the door. And the bottom drops abruptly out from beneath him. It feels like falling all over again â except from so much higher up than heâd ever been the first time. This is worse. This is so much worse because it isnât him. Itâs Aziraphale.
Another oof moment. Now another disclaimer, I typically can't stand fallen angel Aziraphale because I just don't think it falls in line with the show and typically it's just a plot device to infantilize Aziraphale and push Crowley into a doting role. Not the case here.
Post S2; Aziraphale has fallen and been quite literally dumped bloody and bruised at Crowley's doorstep. You then spend the next few months watching Crowley and Aziraphale attempt to salvage their relationship and feelings in this new murky water. Aziraphale is trying to get used to his new life and Crowley is reckoning with seeing himself in Aziraphale and trying to shake off the feeling that this is his fault. This is probably my favorite Brinney fic out there but I'm very biased because as someone that lives and copes with C-PTSD everyday I'm always a sucker for media that has great representation and portrayals of people with PTSD. She doesn't shy away from the rough conversations, and it feels realistic to how Aziraphale and Crowley would react if they found themselves in this situation.
14. 3 reasons not to answer to spam calls. N°1, you might fall in love - Aziracrowww
Summary:
Anthony J Crowley worked at one of these jobs. You know, these jobs. He would call people at an ungodly hour, without their consent, to try to sell them insurance, pills that make you taller, thinner, stronger or that would grow a certain part of the male anatomy, or even psychic readings of their future. This job was hell. Until one day, as he called yet again a person to try and sell them âa free vacation to Eldorado,â he fell upon the softest voice he had ever heard, and the person behind the phone chatted with him, asked about his day and was even nice to him.
What could possibly go wrong?
~
Or: Crowley's a spam caller who's being blackmailed and one of his clients happens to be Aziraphale.
Last but mostly certainly not least! This is the fic that I've been Beta'ing with @aziracrowwstann for (checks calendar) nearly a year! This is the best kind of fic because it's truly for the love of the craft and Lucy has put her whole heart and soul into it. She loves writing and it clearly shows in the way that she brilliantly weaves Aziraphale and Crowley together. I love the situations she puts them in, and she is so witty with the way she writes Crowley. The fic is still in the process of being written but is slowly but surely getting published!
Crowley is a scam caller. Aziraphale is naive. Scam calls eventually turn into something more. A great read for if you're looking for something to soothe the heartache from s2/s3.
And that's all she wrote! If you enjoyed a fic that I recced please leave a comment and kudo! You can also come chat about it with me as I love talking about fandom and fanfic.
cannot get over your dentist tags on that post btw. eventually they get so lost in the sauce of their assbackwards metaphor that bucks like ok well i do have to go in for a root canal next week and like i donât know what that means for us at this point. and eddieâs like i think iâm the dentist so iâll just do it. i have a silver star it canât be that hard
(about this post) YES YAY!! heâs like âoh you donât trust me to take care of you? is that what this is about? you need to outsource to some other guy?â and buck is like âwell YEAH because there are things i want that you donât want to give me. like this root canalâ so eddie says âno iâll do itâ and buck is developing a very specific very inconvenient type of medical kink
