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Hello!

It looks like there are only a few military aus out there.

This one is one of my favorites and the only one I could find that’s both long and angsty:

Whatever a Moon Has Meant; Whatever a Sun Will Sing by Beckers522 (E)

There was a photograph, torn down the middle. Pieces scattered as far as the East is from the West. Thousands of kilometers separated them now, as the world fell to pieces around them. And yet, if someone were to look closely, if someone were to traverse the space between them and lay the folded and worn parchment flat on the table, if someone were to line them up just so, they might realize that the two pieces fit together like the pieces of a puzzle, Like the gears of a clock. Like a nut and a bolt. Almost as if they were made from the same stock.

This is a tale of love and of loss. Of heartache and of hope. Told in three parts, follow Aziraphale and Crowley as they navigate the hardships of growing up, the horrors of war, and the miraculous wonder of finding love in the most unlikely of places.

The others are all around or under 10k.

Tied to the Ocean by lordvoldemortsnipple (G) - wip

The orders were simple: sail to the uncharted waters and recover the treasure the Devil of the Sea has stolen, but the task isn't easy. No one who ventures beyond the Queen's domain lives to chart the way to Captain Lucifer's territory. No one, but a dubious acquaintance Aziraphale has hidden from the Navy for many years.

40 Days in the Desert by wildtrak (M) - wip

Against his own better judgement, journalist Anthony Crowley takes a dangerous assignment as an embedded correspondent with a team of British Royal Marines on a tour of duty in an active combat zone.

He's not expecting much when he meets Captain A.Z. Fell. Crowley hasn’t met many military types that he would voluntarily spend time with, but there is something strangely compelling about the soldier with bright blue eyes and a hidden past.

Crowley is determined to unravel the mystery—until disaster strikes and his ride-along becomes a fight for survival.

War-Marked by Meridians_of_Madness (M)

A few universes over, the war in Heaven never stopped- it just got a new theater.

The angels and the demons turned Earth into a battlefield, and Crowley goes spying for Hell behind enemy lines as a camp follower. He doesn't expect to find himself under the protection of a nervous lieutenant named Aziraphale.

He doesn't expect a lot of things.

You are so Alive, My Love by VelociraptorNamedLucifer (NR)

Anthony J. Crowley is a Canadian soldier who had to leave behind Alexander Aziraphale, a teacher back home in Ontario, Canada, to fight in the war. Anthony writes a series of love letters to Aziraphale throughout the war, but never sends them; not knowing if Zira loves him back

Arms Wide Open by Wheudonym (T)

Azira Fell has been in the British Army since she was eighteen. Antonia Crowley, her closest friend, has been watching her leave for the past twenty years. Saying goodbye was something they had gotten used to doing. It wasn’t easy. No, Azira would never call leaving, knowing she wouldn’t see her best friend for the better part of a year, easy. Well-practiced? Yes. Easy? No.

Here’s one where they’re not really in the military but they’re telegraphists! It’s another one of my favorites:

What Hath God Wrought by saretton (E)

Do you remember, my darling, the early days when there were just fingers and air and sounds – a rhythmic beeping in the day, a frantic answer in the night? The orange glow of lamps. Coding and decoding. Choosing the words carefully, never too many, but always enough. ----- A Good Omens Telegraph AU. 

SAR my darling hello. I would love to tell you about wessexy time. It is a PWP (or, it will be if I ever write more than like 3 sentences for it) where Aziraphale has long harboured a fantasy about how the Arrangement went down - specifically that he was captured by Crowley’s men and then Crowley takes it as an opportunity to “convince” him to agree to the Arrangement. Once they’re in an established relationship, Crowley wants to try playing it out so they get some historical re-enactment going on while letting Aziraphale safely live out his fantasy. I dunno, I want them to be a little awkward and silly about it, and it of course ends with them cuddling in a tent in their back garden.

HERE’S A TASTER

Aziraphale squirmed as he tried to find a more comfortable position - no easy feat with his arms bound behind his back. The collar of his tunic had started rubbing against the delicate skin of his collarbone, and his leggings were chafing painfully against his knees where they dug into the ground. Goodness, he’d forgotten how uncomfortable medieval clothing was.

There was a flutter of fabric behind him, and then Crowley stalked into his line of sight, a knife-like grin across his face.

“Oh dear, angel. Got yourself in a bit of a pickle, have we?”

Aziraphale cleared his throat. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, seeing as the word pickle has not yet entered the English language.”

Crowley’s expression dropped with an exasperated sigh. “For the love of--Angel, you promised you’d stay in character.”

It didn’t happen very often. To actually experience the humdrum kinds of discomfort of their ostensibly human bodies, angels (or for that matter, demons) had to either be very committed or very distracted, and while it was true that Aziraphale was fully capable of sitting in one position reading for long enough that dust began to settle, it was always somehow comforting to Crowley that the angel never usually let it take a physical toll. 

Sometimes, though. Sometimes the sun would be at just the wrong angle, or the seating arrangement would be particularly awkward, or the bender especially lengthy, and Crowley would walk in to find Aziraphale squinting uncomfortably at his clay tablet or scroll or codex or book. And whatever whim or favour had sent him to Aziraphale’s door would dissolve like sugar in tea as a haze of catastrophic fondness enveloped him.

So when he came home to their cottage after a run into town for the paper and a packet of fondent fancies, to find Aziraphale unmoved from the end of the settee he had been occupying for over a day now, hot cocoa sitting stone cold at his elbow and grimacing down at the well-thumbed pages of what Crowley was quite certain was one of his old favourites, it wasn’t really anything new. But, he realised, as he went round drawing the curtains to stem the slant of the afternoon light, this was: being able to lean over Aziraphale’s shoulder and drop a soft kiss to his cheek while prising the book from his resisting fingers; soothing Aziraphale’s hoarse objections with gentle words of his own, whispered warmly into the shell of his ear; sliding his reading glasses from his nose before tipping his head back against the sofa cushions with tender fingertips; rubbing the tension from his forehead and temples as Aziraphale hummed and sighed happily.

“Thank you, my dear,” Aziraphale said after some quiet minutes of this. “I think I needed that.”

Hi Sar, of course and thanks for asking! <3

So, from this meme: 2) a line from a fic that stayed with you Oh, no question about that, there’s one that knocked me sideways. Shotgun Wedding by @charlottemadison42. 

But you don’t have time!" he fumed, eyes flashing, arching out of his chair in frustration. "Nobody has time, it's not a thing you can have!"

That one flattened me. I’m trying not to quote the whole section and put it in context, which makes it hit even harder than it does here, but good lord that one is a necessary paradigm shift. 

Close seconds: “ There are things that we don’t get to come back from.“ from Worth the Price by VerdantVulpus, Also “Did you ask...for a light?” from like lightning by darcylindbergh. Both require context and I won’t spoil them for you but AUUGHGHGHGHGHGH. 

4) a fic with a premise you’d never seen before

The Good AUmens AU Fest is an event of over 100 authors and artists, all producing new alternate universe works based on a prompt that was assigned to them. They’ve been at work since early March and the works will debut during the month of June.

This is the fourth of five weekly masterposts.

[ Links to previous masterposts: 1 - 2 - 3 ]

Works arranged by date posted

June 21

Elders AU: a halcyon day by @mllekurtz​

Library AU: Call Number by @musegnome​

Western AU: A Fistful of Omens by @saretton​

June 22

Medusa AU:  I See You by @sungmee​

Soulmate AU: four-letter words by @pheenick​

Bodyguard AU: Apple Tree Duty by @danger-r-98-5

June 23

Summer Camp Counselor AU: Star of the Wooded Mountain by @jammintwamp​

Circus AU: Rites of Movement by @spoilthevines​

June 24

Regency AU: The Lord of Tadfield Manor by @cousin-serena​

Demon/Human AU: This artwork by @emeraldscholar​

June 25

Professors AU: Opera Cakes and Second Takes by @ineffable-writer​

Art Heist AU: This is Ourselves (Under Pressure) by @raiining​

Vampire AU: The Night Shift by @silver-colour​

June 26

Angry Customer/Employee AU: The Fine Print by @fremulon

Single Parent AU: What You Mean to Me by @lt-commander-aly​

Good Omens/Generation Kill fusion: 40 Days in the Desert by @wildtrakone​

June 27

I have drawn one (1) whole demon Aziraphale lol.