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❤️♣️ ZINE INTEREST CHECK! ♠️♦️

A zine centering around the five we all know and love! Begging the question of what keeps them all so closely wound together? Aiming to highlight the many different answers this question could garner.

If you've got an idea for an answer or if you'd be interested in seeing this, feel free to fill out the interest check!! All submissions are appreciated🙏

‼️APPLICATIONS OPEN THE 1ST OF JANUARY‼️

Dionysus: Yeah, Apollo will straight up cry in public. Don't try him.

Apollo: Exactly, I will straight up-

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Here are some where they are both confident and/or competent...

Sapiens by AppleSeeds (T)

Director of a science, art and literature festival celebrating all aspects of humanity, Aziraphale is feeling nervous about meeting one of the presenters - TV astrophysicist Dr Anthony Crowley, whose work he has admired for years. The fact that Aziraphale has an enormous crush on him might have something to do with it too.

The High Road and the Low Road by saretton (E)

It's been two years and, finally, it has happened. They're paired up again. Anthony Crowley, coach driver for Roadside Fire Coaches and Buses, and Aziraphale Fell, licensed member of Scotland's Tourists Guide Association. Maybe this time they can finally talk and figure out whatever has been going on between them for fifteen years. ----- A Good Omens Scotland Tour Human AU.

Of Size and other Matters by LCwrites (E)

When Crowley gets a random text from an unknown number, he thinks it must be a joke at first. Turns out it's by a rather amusing stranger who might have an interesting matter at hand. Aziraphale just wants to get an upcoming function over with and not have people trying to set him up with anyone. At least whoever accidentally received his message seems to take the mishap with humour.

Between a Book and a Hard Place by LCwrites (E)

After a very enjoyable one-night stand, A. Z. Fell and A. J. Crowley go separate ways, though memories of each other linger. More than they ought to, considering it was nothing but a casual encounter and they won't meet again. How fortunate for them that their respective work is keeping them busy. Having one of his more salacious novels turned into an audio book should be enough of a distraction for Aziraphale. As should be getting to narrate one of the famous M. Cortese's porn books – pardon: historical erotica – for Crowley.

Hello. Here are some fics to add to our #truth serum and #truth spell tags...

Synchronized by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

“Aziraphale. What did you do?” Aziraphale’s expression wrenched with something. Pain, maybe. And then he blurted, “I read a spell from the book aloud because I was curious, and I think it was a real truth spell, and now I can’t lie.”

Nothing but the truth by UnproblematicMe (T)

It is around 8 pm. Anathema is at Crowley’s door, supporting a dopey-grinning Aziraphale.

True Love by AppleSeeds (T)

His love for Aziraphale, the apothecary's son, is Prince Crowley's most closely-guarded secret, but keeping his mouth shut under the influence of a truth serum might prove to be more than he can manage.

And Nothing But the Truth by 29Pieces (G)

Gabriel wants answers about how Aziraphale survived the hellfire. He's determined to get the truth, by any means necessary, and a truth serum seems just the thing. He's about to get way, way more than he bargained for... A story as told by the Bookshop and the Bentley.

A Midsummer Afternoon's Curse by cyankelpie (G)

(Aziraphale is the victim of a love spell, and needs Crowley’s help to break it. Which is a problem, because it’s very difficult for Crowley to focus while Aziraphale lavishes him with affection.) The rest of the sentence got knocked out of him by a large, off-white blur that flew out of the door and tackled him. “Crowley,” said a familiar voice, though the breathy fondness and affection in said voice was anything but familiar. “I knew you’d come.” Oh. It was Crowley. Crowley was the target of Aziraphale’s magical infatuation. Aziraphale wanted Crowley’s help ridding him of this newfound affection for Crowley. And Crowley, who somehow needed to be the level-headed one in this situation, was utterly fucked.

Sigh No More by KitschyKit (E)

“Aziraphale?” He prompted as he fiddled with the seal of the bottle, tugging at the stubborn cork. His sharp fangs came down to worry at his bottom lip. “Your idea?” “I’ll get to it in a minute.” Aziraphale looked practically disheveled, and beautiful, and despite everything that happened, he looked perfectly, utterly, calm. “I was hoping to talk about us.” The cork gave, and Crowley hit himself in the face.

Crowley’s venom is a truth serum, one he has used on himself for centuries, dosing himself in private to admit to his own carefully buried feelings— but accidents happen, and Crowley bites himself the night after the Apocalypse. There are a thousand and one ways to say I love you, and consent is a part of every single one.

Of Truths And Other Absurd Notions by WaitingToBeBroken (M)

Crowley is hit with a curse that makes it very deadly not to Tell the Truth. Which, considering the fact he is a demon and has been hiding a particular secret from a particular angel for 6 thousand years, is not ideal. The way Aziraphale is fretting over him and touching him is really not helping.

The Whole Truth by Aethelflaed (G)

London, 1999 An ancient, mysterious tome bearing a powerful curse arrives in AZ Fell's - and Aziraphale is tasked with finding out why the demons want it so much. But his strange behavior quickly suggests that the curse is affecting him, too. And what is the secret that Crowley keeps for twenty years?