ThistleFlower7

I've been meaning to do this for a long time. The more stories I write, the longer it will take. It's now or never. Please scroll through as I have tried to create a variety of categories. Some works may appear more than once.

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All I've Ever Wanted (Is You) (Human AU; misunderstanding)

Rated: M, 6/6 chapters, 15,062 words, complete 4/24/2026

They met at Ana and Newt’s pre-wedding party. Aziraphale remembers being absolutely stunned by Crowley’s good looks—and mortified by his coarse language. That only lasted until they began a hilarious (and frankly unhinged) conversation about the intelligence of dolphins and whales, and something about the kraken, if memory serves.From that moment on, they have been nearly inseparable. That was five years ago. These days, Aziraphale frequently slips onto a bar stool and keeps Crowley company for a few hours while he works a slow shift at an upscale Mayfair pub, and Crowley spends many a lazy day lounging in Aziraphale’s bookshop in Soho. But there’s nothing more to it than that. Because Aziraphale and Crowley are merely friends. They’ve never been more than friends. They never will be. Of course not.

Inseparable (Human AU; childhood friends to lovers)

Rated: M, 5/5 chapters posted, 20K words, completed 4/3/2026

Aziraphale lost his best friend when they were sixteen, and it had been like losing his own heart. After twenty years, he’s moved on, but he’s never given up on finding her. When a stranger sits down beside him at a pub and calls him “angel,” it triggers memories he thought were long buried… and maybe the second chance he never thought he’d get.

A Chronicle of Affection (or How to Get Everything You Want in Just 12 Months) (Human AU; friends to lovers)

Rated: M, 75K words, 16/16 chapters, completed 2/6/2026

Part of the Winter Omens Big Bang

Anthony Crowley is 40 years old and down on his luck. In the past few years he’s lost his job as a journalist, his boyfriend, his flat, and most of his self-respect. When he hears about the chance to nanny a three-year-old boy, it looks like the opportunity he’s been waiting for to turn his life around. At 57, bookshop owner Aziraphale Fell has resigned himself to his perpetual bachelorhood. Still, each year, he looks forward to dressing up in his vintage Father Christmas suit and turning his bookshop annex into a holiday wonderland. When Crowley and his young charge, Adam, attend Father Christmas’s Magical Bookshop, it’s clear the two men are attracted to one another. Over the course of the next year they become friends, important to one another in every way. The question is, can they face their fears and admit that they have fallen quite deeply in love?

Entangled (Human AU; enemies to friends to lovers)

Co-authored with MissUnderstoodLyrics

Rated: E, 69K words, 18/18 chapters posted (12/18/25)

As an up-and-coming post doc, marine biologist Anthony J. Crowley landed a coveted grant from The Eastgate Conservancy to study the lives of endangered sea turtles. When the Conservancy accused him of misappropriation of funds, his research was halted. He’s carried a grudge for the past twenty-five years. Now an award-winning researcher with a worldwide YouTube following, Dr Crowley has been offered another grant from the Conservancy to replicate his original study. There’s just one catch—Aziraphale Eastgate, a member of the Conservancy board, will be traveling on the Sea Serpent as an observer for the duration of the project. Confined on the ship with documentary cameras capturing their every move, Crowley and Aziraphale can’t avoid each other—or the chemistry simmering between them. What begins as daily sparring over data and methods slowly softens into mutual respect, and then develops into something deeper—and far more dangerous.

Regrets, Choices & Other Things (Human AU; friends to lovers)

Rated: E, 24K words 6/6 chapters posted (10/15/2025)

When Aziraphale arrives at the hospital, Crowley seems fine. He waves him over to the side of his bed, a smile on his face. He gives him a kiss. He calls him “angel.” It’s perfect. It’s everything Aziraphale’s ever dreamed of. But it’s not right. What the actual fuck is going on? A reverse trope romance in which having amnesia leads to a second chance. It’s especially sweet when you never thought you had a chance in the first place.

Cheeky Bastards (Human AU; enemies to lovers)

Rated: M, 18K words, 5/5 chapters posted (8/22/2025)

Dr. Crowley is the latest hire in the English Department at Eden Valley University. He doesn’t know his colleague Dr. Fell, and he doesn’t want to. But when budget cuts force them to share a car for six hours on their way to the Central States Literature Conference in Chicago, it doesn’t look like he has much choice. Thank Someone for small favors.

Courage (Human AU; enemies to lovers)

Rated: E, 30K words, 7/7 chapters posted (5/14/2025)

Aziraphale Eastgate is unfailingly polite, effortlessly charming, and seems to like everyone in Central London—everyone, that is, except Anthony Crowley. And for the life of him, Crowley has never understood why. But when they find themselves trapped on a week-long vacation with their best friends, Maggie and Nina, it doesn't take long for Crowley to find out. Based on the reverse trope "really nice guy who hates only you."

SERIES:

Reverse Tropes (inspired by this Tumblr post)

Regrets, Choices & Other Things (Human AU)

Rated: E, 24 K words 6/6 chapters posted (10/15/2025)

When Aziraphale arrives at the hospital, Crowley seems fine. He waves him over to the side of his bed, a smile on his face. He gives him a kiss. He calls him “angel.” It’s perfect. It’s everything Aziraphale’s ever dreamed of. But it’s not right. What the actual fuck is going on? A reverse trope romance in which having amnesia leads to a second chance. It’s especially sweet when you never thought you had a chance in the first place.

There Were Two Beds: Crowley's Lament (Human AU)

Rated: M, 7800 words, 1/1 chapters posted (1/19/2025)

When Aziraphale breaks up with boyfriend Gabriel, best friend Crowley finally sees his chance.The long-pining idiot arranges a weekend getaway where he hopes circumstances will provide the perfect opportunity to profess his love.

Except when they arrive at the hotel, it’s not exactly a “there was only one bed” situation. How will our hero cope?

More Than Friends: Crowley's Dilemma (Human AU)

Rated: E, 7350 words, 1/1 chapters (2/12/2025)

Since returning from Bath a month ago, best friends Crowley and Aziraphale have been determined to make up for lost time. They hold hands whenever they’re in public, have weekday “lunches” that don’t involve food, and sleep in one another’s arms every night. It should be obvious they’re in a romantic relationship. So why does everyone seem to think they're still just friends? A reverse-trope story based on the prompt “Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced you aren’t actually dating.

We do not all agree.

And that is perfectly all right.

Some of us loved the ending.

Some of us were heartbroken by it.

Some of us are still trying to understand it.

None of these feelings cancel the others.

Being a Good Omens fan has never meant thinking alike.

It has meant asking questions.

It has meant looking beyond simple answers.

It has meant believing that kindness is stronger than fear, curiosity is stronger than certainty, and compassion is stronger than judgment.

We are not united because we share one interpretation.

We are united because, somewhere along the way, this story mattered to us.

It made us laugh, think, cry...

It reminded us that choosing each other is sometimes the bravest miracle of all.

Loving Good Omens does not require accepting every creative decision without question.

Questioning a story is not betraying it…

Stories belong to their creators.

But they also become part of the people who carry them forward.

That is why there is room here for criticism.

There is room for celebration, is room for grief, for hope, for disagreement.

But there should always be room for each other.

If Good Omens taught us anything, it is that the world rarely changes because everyone suddenly agrees.

It changes because someone chooses understanding over division.

So let us disagree.

Let us analyze, write, draw, us create, keep talking.

Not because the story is unfinished.

But because what it gave us is still alive.

And perhaps that has always been the real miracle.

💛

Epilogue

Perhaps one day we'll stop arguing about the ending.

Perhaps we won't.

But years from now, very few of us will remember who won those arguments.

We will remember the people who stayed.

The people who shared a piece of art that made us smile, who recommended a song, who wrote stories that helped us through difficult days.

The people who answered a lonely post with kindness.

The people who reminded us that there was still something beautiful worth looking at.

Fandoms are remembered less for their arguments than for the communities they build.

PS: Not accepting the ending does not mean rejecting the story.

Loving the story does not require everyone to love the ending.💫💞

Good Omens was never really a story about immortality.

It was a story about choice.

For six thousand years, an angel and a demon kept choosing kindness over cruelty, people over systems, curiosity over obedience, and each other over loneliness.

Whether one loves the ending, hates it, accepts it, or is still trying to understand it, those choices still happened.

Nothing can take them away.

The book still exists. The series still exists. The conversations still exist. The characters still exist in the memories of millions of people.

Stories do not become meaningless because they end.

In some ways, endings are what give stories meaning.

Many fans are grieving because Aziraphale and Crowley mattered to them. That grief is real. It comes from love, from years of laughter, comfort, friendship, hope, and recognition.

But perhaps the final lesson of Good Omens is not that nothing lasts…

The Earth mattered because it was fragile.

Human lives mattered because they were finite.

Moments mattered because they could be lost.

And love mattered because it was chosen, again and again, despite that knowledge.

Is the story finished?

Maybe.

Or maybe stories never truly end.

People keep reading them. Keep discussing them. Keep arguing with them. Keep finding new meanings in them.

As long as someone looks up at the night sky and thinks about an angel, a demon, a bookshop, a Bentley, a nightingale, or a cup of tea, some part of Good Omens is still alive.

Not because of miracles.

Because stories are one of the ways human beings refuse to let beautiful things disappear.

And that, I think, would have made both Aziraphale and Crowley smile.

Crowley is marveling at the sight before him, a mother duck carefully guding her ducklings whom are following close behind. The mother puts herself infront of her children, but she cannot help constantly looking back at her own creations. They are flowing aimlessly in the vast body of water. One with nature. Basking in what it really means to just live.

Aziraphale on the other hand, has his eyes trained on another wonder of the world.

A young girl sits on a nearby bench, though she carries herself as if life has placed burdens upon her far heavier than her years should allow. There's another girl next to her, it's a friend, prehaps? She wraps her arms around the troubled one and holds her close, offering the comfort of her presence while the other feels whatever she needs to feel.

The wind blows softly, stirring loose strands of hair and carrying with it the distant sounds of laughter, birdsong, and the gentle lapping of water against the shore. Neither girl seems to notice. For this brief moment, the rest of the world has faded into the background.

Aziraphale sighs softly, "Extraordinary, isn't it?"

Crowley follows his gaze, his sunglasses reflecting the image of the two girls sitting together.

"Yeah," he says quietly, a softness creeping into his voice. "Funny thing is, they probably don't even realize they're doing it."

"Doing what?"

Crowley looks back toward the lake, where the mother duck nudges a wandering duckling back toward the group, "Saving each other."

The angel smiles softly at that, scotting closer to Crowley.

"Well, it's a beautiful sight to see indeed," he let's out a breath he has been holding for far too long, "but it wouldn't be as beautiful without you by my side."

Crowley sits with those words quietly. He slowly puts an arm around the angel.

"I mean, ducks are nice and all. Tiny feathery weirdos." He gestures vaguely toward the lake, "But I've seen ducks before."

Aziraphale looks at him, utterly perplexed.

"My dear, what on Earth are you talking about?"

Crowley snorts.

"I'm getting there."

"Getting where?"

"Angel."

"No, really, you've lost me."

Crowley shakes his head fondly before looking back out at the lake.

"I've seen sunsets. Meteor showers. Nebulas. Mountains. Oceans." He glances at him, "The thing that makes them worth remembering is having someone to turn to afterward."

Aziraphale's breath catches.

Crowley shrugs, as though he hasn't just said something monumental.

"And I have to say..." A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, "If there's one thing I could spend an eternity marveling at, it's you."

Aziraphale is stunned to silence. Not an uncomforble one, the opposite actually. The kind of silence that is at art galleries, where people gaze at something beautiful and find that words would only diminish it.

Crowley shifts slightly under the angel's gaze.

"Oh, don't do that."

"Do what?"

"Look at me like that."

Aziraphale's smile is small and impossibly fond.

"How am I looking at you?"

Crowley opens his mouth, then closes it again. Because he doesn't have a name for it.

Above them, the branches sway gently in the afternoon light. Around them, life continues in all its strange, fragile beauty.

A child happily screams somewhere in the distance, the sound carrying across the park as they race through the grass.

The girl who had been crying earlier is no longer hiding behind her hands. She sits a little straighter now, a small smile breaking through as her friend says something that sends them both into laughter. Whatever burden she had been carrying has not vanished, but for the moment, she does not carry it alone.

The ducklings continue to swim along. The breeze carries the scent of grass and warm earth.

It's all terribly ordinary, really. And yet, these were the very things Aziraphale and Crowley had spent six thousand years fighting for.

Aziraphale leans into Crowley, his face only inches away.

"I love you so," he breathes. Then, he closes the distance between them.

The kiss is soft, tender.

Crowley smiles against it, one hand coming up to cup Aziraphale's cheek. He leans in without hesitation, knowing exactly where he belongs.

The world continues to turn around them. You can hear faint noise in the background. Laughs shared. The rustling of leaves. Somewhere nearby, a dog barks, and a child answers with a delighted squeal.

Then, without warning, a raindrop lands on Crowley's nose.

He blinks.

A second follows, splashing against Aziraphale's coat.

Then a third.

The sky opens.

Within seconds, rain begins to pour over the park, sending people running for cover and prompting a chorus of surprised laughter from every direction.

The girls on the bench scramble to gather their things, one of them grabbing the other's hand as they attempt to dash toward the nearest shelter.

The ducklings, meanwhile, seem entirely unbothered by the development.

Crowley looks up at the sky.

"Really?"

The rain answers by becoming even heavier.

Beside him, Aziraphale laughs.

"Well," he says, beaming, "I suppose that's one way to cool off a warm afternoon."

Crowley stares at him.

"Angel."

"Yes?"

"We are getting soaked."

"I had noticed."

"And you're smiling."

"Of course I am."

Crowley shakes his head, utterly helpless against his own fondness.

"I think this is a sign to head back to our bookshop. Warm up with some hot cocoa before dining at the Ritz?"

Aziraphale's eyes brighten at the sound of that.

Before answering, his gaze drifts across the park.

The two girls from earlier are huddled together beneath a tree, trying and failing to shield themselves from the rain. They're laughing now, but neither seems particularly successful at staying dry.

With a subtle flick of his fingers, Aziraphale performs a small miracle.

A large umbrella suddenly appears over their heads.

The girls blink in surprise.

One looks up at the umbrella.

The other looks around in confusion.

Then, deciding not to question their good fortune, they scoot closer together beneath it and continue talking.

Aziraphale watches them for a moment, satisfied.

Only then does he turn back to Crowley.

"That sounds lovely," he says warmly. "Though I think perhaps a pot of cocoa. One mug hardly seems sufficient."

Crowley snorts.

"Naturally."

"And perhaps a few pastries?"

"Of course."

"And then the Ritz."

"Obviously."

The rain continues to fall around them, drumming softly against the lake. the water nurturing the trees around them.

Crowley rises from the bench and offers his hand, "Come on, angel."

Aziraphale takes it without hesitation.

Together, they start toward the bookshop, leaving behind the ducks, the lake, and the rain-soaked park.

Behind them, the girls sit beneath their mysterious umbrella, laughing.

Ahead of them waits a warm bookshop, hot cocoa, and a dinner neither of them will ever admit they had been planning all along.

The afternoon had been beautiful. The evening promised to be even better. And tomorrow would be just as lovely.

Ordinary days.

The sort of days that, when strung together, become a life.

As they disappeared down the rain-slicked street, hand in hand, neither Heaven nor Hell watched from above, no prophecies awaited them.

Just tomorrow. And the world. The same world they had chosen, time and time again.

A world of shifting weather, of second chances. A world where ducklings finding their way home. A world were people hold each other when life became too heavy to bear alone. A world where tears give way to laughter, where old wounds heal slowly, and where kindness survives despite everything.

.......

The Aziraphale and Crowley I know would've never given up on humanity, or on the humanity that lives within them. Crowley would fight for Aziraphale the same way Aziraphale would fight for Crowley.

The answer to a broken world is not to abandon it, but to keep caring for it. That is the Aziraphale and Crowley I fell in love with, and the ones I will always carry with me.

Time after time

They find eachother in every universe.

They choose eachother in every universe.

No one else would have gotten Crowley in front of God among a failed Second Coming.

You have defied her all your existence and you did it so well, so skilfully she didn't even notice. The stupid smitten angel. The God who was supposed to be love. Who thought she devised the perfect game.

But she didn't. She lost.

The more I think about the finale, the more convinced I am that the biggest reveal was not Aziraphale and Crowley choosing a new universe.

It was their decision to choose our universe.

Because Good Omens was never really set in our world. Soho always felt slightly unreal. Berwick Street became “Whickber Street.” History behaved strangely. Even London itself seemed softened around the edges, suspended, out of time somehow, curated rather than lived in.

And the finale finally explains why.

Their Earth really was only six thousand years old.

Young, in cosmic terms. Constructed. A reality actively governed by Heaven and Hell, shaped by rigid systems, binaries and assigned roles. Angel or demon. Good or evil. Obedience or rebellion. A controlled world.

And that is what Aziraphale and Crowley ultimately let go. This is not our universe already collapsing around them. It's theirs. They let it go for a reality not ruled from above.

That’s why the final human scenes matter so much. For the first time, the world suddenly feels real. Older. Authentic. Even the bookshop no longer looks like a mythical little pocket outside reality, but like an actual shop on an actual street in an actual city.

It is finally our world. Messy. Human. Uncertain. Free.

And because this new universe is no longer locked into Heaven and Hell’s rules, it opens the door to larger and stranger ideas: reincarnation, soulmates, souls finding each other across time and circumstance.

Honestly, I am convinced that if we had gotten a full third season instead of a single film, we would have seen exactly that.

Not just Crowley and Aziraphale as two nice middle-aged men, but fragments of them everywhere. Two women in one century. Two men in another. Lovers, strangers, rivals, spouses - every possible gender and version of humanity unfolding across history.

Different faces. Different lives. Same souls. The same impossible gravity pulling them together again and again.

Human now, yes. Fragile. Bound by time like the rest of us.

But still ineffable.

Major spoilers beneath the cut.

They were never going to live happily ever after because their story is a tragedy. And their story had to be tragic because their choice to sacrifice themselves is the very thing that created a thousand other love stories that could have happy endings.

The astrophysicist and the bookshop assistant. Every single human AU we've ever written, read, imagined. That’s all real because of the tragedy.

More than that every single love story ever is possible because theirs wasn't. Without their love and their choice to lose it forever, no love would ever have existed at all.

I had anticipated being let down by the ending so I ended up liking. The pace is goofy and weird, but I genuinely laughed a few times, and I got moved to tears.

GO3 was doomed 2 years ago and we're lucky to even have it. We can chose to ignore it, of course. I won't. It's here, I've waited 3 years for it and I will cherish the fact that Aziraphale asked Crowley for forgiveness, the fact that he told him he was the best of them all, the fact that he let him choose and that Crowley chose humanity.