#pre s2

"And what happens if we don't carry out the dare? What's the penalty?" If he was going to contract with a demon, he had to be sure of terms. After all, Crowley could ask for… anything... Crowley smiled, all sharp eye teeth. "Knowing the other one won." Crowley and Aziraphale play truth or dare through the centuries.

Length: 12,411 Words AO3 Rating: Explicit/ Spice Level 🔥🔥 Best for/Keywords: Safe in Public, Book Omens, Through the Ages Major Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by KannaOphelia

*Minor Spoilers* A Book Omens fic for you! How neat is it that we can so easily swap between Book/TV versions and have them match so well? The characters are so strong that you can picture them however you want and it'll always be recognizably them.

This one plays on the idea of them playing Truth or Dare throughout history. I love this game for them, it plays beautifully into who they both are. Stubborn, competitive, secretive, unable to let things go. Both of them want so badly to tell their Truths, to give in to desire or vulnerability. But they won't. They both love to flirt with the edges, but they'll always turn back to repression and avoidance. The game they're playing is fun, but also has a lot to say about their relationship and characterizations.

This is a very interesting and clever story. I loved all the historical scenes and how rich the history felt. It really fits well into Good Omens canon, especially in dialogue and prose. Everything about it works so well! Safe in public, there is a short semi explicit scene right at the very end but it should make for a great read wherever you are!

Malady - Chapter 1 - miniyoongi - Good Omens (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

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Malady by miniyoongi [NR]

Stubbornness is going to kill him one of these days. No, love is. Because for what other reason would Crowley find himself seated on Aziraphale's couch, smiling indulgently at what the angel was saying while his side was on fire? With spots dancing before his eyes and his mind getting groggy, all he could think of was "pretend". The Angel mustn’t worry.

TK accidentally lets something slip during game night at Carlos' place.

AO3

It's a few months after they officially became an item. It didn't take long for TK to be at Carlos' almost 24/7 when they weren't at work, especially once his mom came down and covid hit. At first, his excuse was to keep Carlos in his circle or to get away from his parent, but Carlos could tell TK would be there regardless of the circumstances. 

TK made himself at home. Carlos made sure of that. 

On this particular day, the 126 firefighters (sans Judd and Owen) are over again. They're in the midst of a brutal game of Splendor.

Its neck and neck with TK falling closely behind Carlos and Marjan barely behind TK. Carlos believes he has it, though. He's planning his next move and is about to grab the card when he sees his boyfriend take the very same card. Carlos is confused. He calculated this perfectly and knows TK's coins wouldn't buy him the card. But oh, the dumb rule that none of them ever use. A player can take a card and reserve it either for them to buy later or stop another player from buying it. TK had him. 

"Dammit," Carlos playfully exclaims as the rest laugh. "I was going to buy that card." 

"I know," TK grins, sticking his tongue out. 

"Hate you," Carlos chuckles. 

"Yeah, love you too," TK grins. He looks at the card he just stole from his boyfriend and waits.

Everyone is silent. TK looks up from his hand. "Wh...what?" 

For six thousand years, Aziraphale did his best to exist within the strictures of Heavenly conduct. It wasn’t a perfect practice; his relationship with Crowley, just for example, was never exactly what one might call “officially sanctioned,” or even, “particularly wise,” but the important thing was that Aziraphale tried. He wasn’t a very good angel, but he did his best, more or less. Wasn’t that all anyone could really ask of him? It doesn’t really feel fair, is the point, that in reward for saving the world, Aziraphale seems to be having something of an existential crisis.

Length: 58,132 Words AO3 Rating: General Audiences Best for/Keywords: Safe in Public, Through the Ages, Pre S2, Crossover (Discworld) Major Triggers: None Read it here, fic by gyzym

*Minor Spoilers* This fic truly is phenomenal. This one gripped me, blew my mind, and the dialogue between our pair was perfect! It's clear that a lot of love and labor went into this story, and it really honors the style of Terry Pratchett.

Following the failed Apocalypse, Aziraphale decides it's time for a change. Heaven can't control him anymore, and so he lets loose! Time for colors and textures, to be as loud as he pleases! He gets a full new wardrobe, a fresh coat of paint on his nails, and a beautiful blue convertible that made my heart swell over and burst. All that's missing is to figure out what he is now, what's he supposed to do, and what exactly does Crowley feel for him in return?

Everything you've ever loved about Good Omens is in this. Deep philosophy about human nature and life itself wrapped up in humor and love. I am not familiar with Discworld, but it's influence was clear and easy for me to follow. I could clearly point out where it came into play, and I never felt out of the loop. It was explained perfectly and made so much sense in this world. One of it's concepts/it's big reveal quite literally made me stop reading to ask my cat if he was, "seeing this shit" (he was not). I am in such genuine wonder and excitement over this story. It's a love story of course, but there is so much to unpack in this. I truly think this is a must read, and I would love to know your thoughts about it!

I'm going to end with a stolen line from a comment on this fic, "Free Will and Kindness are at their best at their intersection... the best of kindness is an authentic choice, and the best use of free will is to be kind."

“Oh God,” Aziraphale said to the empty bookshop, pouring himself another drink, “Oh, Lord, tell me, if we had been humans together, with short lifespans and squishy bits and all that.” Aziraphale interrupted himself by hiccupping. “Would we have fallen in love? Are you listening lord? If you hear me, give me a sign, please, I beg you.” Unfortunately, or fortunately--one can never really say in such ineffable circumstances--the almighty was, indeed, listening.

Length: 31,198 Words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, Canon AU, Human AU, One Sitting

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by Princip1914

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*Minor Spoilers* For many personal reasons I haven't been reading many fics lately that haven't been rereads or WIPS. Not enough space in my head the last couple weeks. But I came back to the world of Good Omens fic with this one. It instantly reminded me of the vastness of these characters and how big their love story is.

I don't want to give all this story's secrets away, but let's set the scene anyway. We start this story after the failed Apocalypse, Aziraphale is scared to admit his feelings for Crowley and feels that the only reason Crowley cares for him is simply because they just happened to get stuck with each other. He worries that he's the Wilson to Crowley's Tom Hanks, and how could Crowley possibly love him? The rest of the story sets out to prove him wrong.

What follows is an incredibly creative and well written montage of sorts, of different lives Crowley and Aziraphale might have lived. The stories are so rich and satisfying even with shorter lengths. There are two main lives we follow, both set in America, and they outstanding. Both are grounded and engaging, the sex especially feels so real. Awkward discussions and all. These stories have such a charisma to them that really just glued me to my screen. Then it goes above and beyond with it's really unique take on what love between the non human versions of them are capable of.

The one thing I will say in preparation, is you will need to pay attention because it will shift on you. It caught me off guard at first. It's not hard to follow along, but I was at work for some of my reading and I did have to go, "wait what?" once while my attention wasn't tuned 100% in. And I think it'd be best to read this in one sitting. Just to get the full effect of the thing. I loved this. I love how it excited me for this pairing, what it says about the characters and it's characterizations, the variety, the subtle humor, the creativity, I loved the whole thing! It's refreshing! You'll be mostly fine in public for this since the explicit scenes are spread out, but really I do recommend that you binge read this at home!

“Hold on. Hold on,” he hissed, going stiff under Aziraphale’s hands. “Are you— did you— what are you doing? Do you know what you’re doing?” “I’m playing with your hair, dearie.” “Yes, yes, I noticed,” croaked Crowley, and he slid right out of Aziraphale’s lap and into a shellshocked sprawl on the floor at his feet.

Length: 2,417 words

AO3 Rating: Teen and Up

Best for: Safe in Public, Romance, Fluff

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by attheborder

*Minor Spoilers* oh! oh! jail for this pre season 2 fic! jail for One Thousand Years!!!!! “There’s a thought,” he said, wonderingly. “It can just be… us. ” How dare you!!

For real though, this is a very tender and loving short story about Aziraphale slowly introducing touch. Casual intimacies without actually addressing their feelings until Crowley completely blue screens. It’s very sweet, you can’t help but fall in love with a story like this. If Neil Gaiman cares about me at all he’ll give us Aziraphale playing with Crowley’s hair in season 3. I really loved this one, and it will give you the warm fuzzies.