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🪶 A GO Regency AU - Rated E - for @addledmongoose via @fandomtrumpshate

🪞 Chapter 1 of 11 - “The Angel” (7.6k)

🎩 Completely written (around 80k in total) | Updates every Wednesday | Fake/Pretend Relationship | There Was Only One Bed

💜 Beta: the one and only @beerok23

1811. Returned to London after the death of his father, infamous rake Anthony ‘Crowley’, Duke of Morningstar, has three months to restore his tattered reputation and secure himself a proper match, on pain of having his title stripped from him. Enter the irreproachable Lord Aziraphale, newly minted Viscount Eastgate, who would very much like to discourage his many suitors from lining outside his door in Mayfair so he can go back to enjoying his peaceful existence on the shelf. After a chance meeting at a gentlemen’s club, it appears the two may lend each other a helping hand after all. While a fake engagement will not solve their problems once and for all, it should buy them enough time to put their respective affairs in order. If only the ultimate goal of their Arrangement would remain as clear and unchanging as it should…

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Excerpt from Chapter 1 - “The Angel”:

Stormy grey eyes widened in surprise and then slowly roamed all over Crowley’s face, moving even further south, along his waistcoat, his pantaloons, down to the blood red tassels of his Hessian boots. Now, in polite company, such attention could only be described as rude. However, Crowley prided himself on being as far from polite company as one possibly could be and it was clear, at least judging by the unfocused intensity of the man’s expression, that he hadn’t quite realised what he was doing. Besides, Crowley liked to be ogled. Thrived on it. There was no other reason for wearing pantaloons that tight. In his experience, the more he could get people to concentrate on his appearance, the more successful his deceptions. So he grinned and folded himself on the chair with the snake-like gracefulness he’d cultivated over the years. “Am I more or less interesting than your book?” The angel frowned and drew back, cheeks pinkening and eyes blinking in sudden awareness. “Why, I never–” Crowley smirked and popped a roasted potato in his mouth. “Don’t answer,” he said, mouth full. “That was terribly forward of me. Rude, even.” A wrinkle appeared between the angel’s eyebrows, something akin to recognition not so slowly dawning on him as he straightened his back. “According to what I have heard about you, I should not expect anything less.” “Oh, my fame precedes me, then.” He speared another potato as obnoxiously as he could. “I am afraid it does, Your Grace,” the angel said, lips almost comically pursed in disapproval. “What are you doing at Angel’s?” “Same thing you are, I wager.” “Somehow I doubt it.”

We have #texting and #social media tags, so do check those out for lots of fics along these lines. Here are more to add...

in which aziraphale finally gets a cellphone by edensdelights (T)

A look into Crowley and Aziraphale's daily lives, as told through text messages.

Helluva Morning After by scullyphile, SpectrallyDistracted (M)

It’s the end of the school year, and the teachers head to the pub, science teacher Anthony Crowley and literature teacher Aziraphale East among them. The next day, a flurry of text messages ensues.

Sincerely, how dare you? by Ezomind, Heretic1103, isiaiowin (T)

Inferno Media Group has just acquired the Celestia editing house. Sparks fly between Aziraphale Fell and Anthony Crowley - before they have even met face-to-face. Will the mandatory teambuilding retreat help them overcome their professional differences? This story is told entirely in corporate emails, diary entries, passive-aggressive kitchen notes, and text messages.

An Ocean Between Us by accidentaldemon (E)

Aziraphale and Crowley have been together for over one and a half years. And now they're going long distance. When you love your partner, that should be easy, right?

Group Chat: Flat 3B 🐍📚 by whatkeepsusalive (T)

Aziraphale likes his tea hot, his routines quiet, and his flatmate reasonably sensible. Unfortunately, he lives with Crowley,a sunglasses-wearing menace who sings Queen in the shower, sets pastry on fire for fun, and keeps stealing his clothes. They’re definitely not flirting. Definitely not falling in love. Just… mutually annoying. With benefits. Emotional ones. Probably. Aziraphale: Also, you borrowed my scarf. Again. Crowley: Needed it. It was cold. Aziraphale: You own seventeen scarves. Crowley: Yeah, but yours smells like you. 😏 Aziraphale: That’s very forward for a Thursday afternoon. Crowley: You’re blushing, aren’t you?

New Messages by TawnyOwl95 (E)

Aziraphale writes fanfiction for the show Nice and Accurate Prophecies. Crowley draws fanart. It's going to be the collab of their lives.

Summary

Sometimes you don't need many words to say what's essential.

Day 1 : Golden hour

Notes

Microfics (50 or less words) based on a list of prompts

On Ao3

Rating G -  50 words

"What a beautiful light!"

Asa was watching the sunset and even though he had his back turned to him, Anthony could see his delighted expression.

He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around his lover from behind.

Asa leaned against him.

“What a beautiful light and what a wonderful warmth.”

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable fan fictions Masterpost : here

After years of reading and commenting, I'm excited to play in this sandbox in a new way with my first foray into fic writing. (Tiny steps, but steps, nonetheless.) Thanks to @mimisempai for introducing me to the concept of microfics (50 words or less) and encouraging me to try it out! Check out the tempting set of prompts as well as Mimi's first two microfics here and here.

Prompt: Golden Hour

Rating: G (44 words)

There are going to be days (or weeks, or months) where you sit down to write and feel... disconnected. From your voice, from your characters, from your ideas. Like the person who used to write your stories just packed up and left.

They didn't. They're just tired. Here's how to keep writing anyway:

Lower the bar (Until it's on the floor) You are not here to write something brilliant. You are here to write something. A paragraph. A sentence. A single line of dialogue. Movement matters way more than quality.

Write around the story Don't force it. If you can't write the scene, try: ⋆ A character ramble / journal entry ⋆ A conversation that won't be included in the final draft ⋆ A list of things the character would never admit out loud ⋆ A messy summary of what should happen Engage with the story from a different angle.

Borrow a voice until yours comes back No, not with AI. Read something that feels close to what you want to write, or watch a scene that captures the tone, then write immediately after. Not to copy, to reignite your instincts.

Write the emotion, not the plot. What is your character feeling in this moment? What are they afraid of? What do they want but won't say? What's being kept from them? The emotion leads, the plot catches up later.

Stop trying to "feel like a writer" first. You don't write when you feel like a writer. You feel like a writer because you write.

Asa and Anthony, from their first meeting to their last.

✨anna_sun✨

anna_sun/Clo (she/her) is a prolific writer for the Good Omens fandom, having more than 40 works posted (and more to come).  She started writing at an early age, but after a short break, the creativity was retriggered courtesy of two ethereal beings who graced our screens and never let go of Clo’s heart.  Keep reading to learn more about what inspires all of Clo’s charming creations.

don’t get large numbers of hits on their fics

started writing for go after season 2 came out (or after season 3 came out! hi!)

don’t have a big ao3 subscriber/tumblr following count

write slowly

have unfinished wips up on ao3

don’t often get their fics recced by others

you’re not any less valued for any or all of these things<3 you are important to the fandom! you are appreciated and a necessary, nourishing part of the ecosystem<3

A little witchomens AU. Now the girls have birthdays)

Aziraphale was born on March 14.

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?

Two chapters again. No point pretending I’m a patient person. 😊

This time, we get Aziraphale’s point of view – and a Valentine’s Day to end all Valentine’s Days.

Chapters 7 and 8

You don't know my silly little Cottagecore Haunted House Romance yet? Start at the beginning:

Jasmine Cottage

I only started reading and writing fanfiction after S2, and my first fic was partly an attempt to get back into writing after being out of it for over 10 years and partly a fix-it for S2.

But while I'm very proud of the two novels and one short story I wrote in my Sinners and Saints in Soho series, I'm going to post about the other two stories.

That Isn't Supposed To Happen (Rated T; 128K)

This is my reverse omens, and also probably my absolute favorite version of Aziraphale. I know a lot of people don't like to see a demon Aziraphale and an angel Crowley, but I really worked hard to capture the essence of their personalities while still keeping to their book/S1 natures.

Azira is outwardly confident and a right bastard who loves books and good food and also happens to be the world's best pickpocket (thousands of years of practice will do that) but he's terrified of losing Crowley's friendship.

Crowley is still snarky and wears black and drives his black Bentley too fast and has little tolerance for mean people, but he doesn't yell at his plants, and his inherent kindness doesn't have to be hidden.

And other than brief uses of Furfur and Muriel, there are no references to S2.

Excerpt:

The third woman of the entourage was still near me watching her friend interact with Mrs. Dorn. Her watchful stance reminded me of being a lady-in-waiting in various courts over the centuries. I turned to her, pasting on a smile, and held my hand out. "How do you do? I'm Azira." "Audrey Faulkner," she droned, not even bothering to look at me or my outstretched hand. After a moment, I lowered my arm and clasped my fingers together. I could feel what Crowley liked to call my "bastard streak" rearing its head. Sometimes the temptation to cause a little mischief was too good to resist. "Are you here for the sale, too?" I asked. "I heard Mr. Dorn was an avid collector of Zhukovsky. I'm hoping to add a few of his books to my collection." "That's nice, Ezra," she said, still not giving me any attention. "Oh, no, not—it's Azira," I said, wringing my hands and ducking my head. My performance was wasted on this woman, but I liked to amuse myself. "Have you ever read any Zhukovsky? I find some of his earlier works to be a little on the tedious side myself, but I do hate having an incomplete collection. Naturally, it's best in the original Russian, but I don't actually expect to find that. Of course, his translations of other works are often considered far superior to many of the originals, though I don't know if I'd be willing to say that about Byron's works. Did you know he—Byron, I mean, not Zhukovsky—once claimed that he—and by that I mean Zhukovsky..." I continued the one-sided conversation for another ten minutes, rarely pausing for breath, and watched with barely concealed glee at her slowly growing panic when she realized she might be stuck listening to me until the sun exploded. My actual record was just over two hours before the human decided to fake a heart attack to get me to stop talking. The Enlightenment era's overemphasis on politeness provided me with so many hours of entertainment.

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My Heart Was Always Yours (Rated M; 143K)

This one was inspired by an incomplete work by TheOldAquarian called Lest They Be Flatmates in Disguise, in which neither realizes the other is an angel/demon while sharing a flat.

It gave me the idea of a fake marriage story in which Aziraphale immediately decides to betray Heaven when Supreme Archangel Uriel (in this story, Gabe & Beez already decided to run away together; it's the only reference to S2 I use) orders Aziraphale to hunt down Raphael's trumpet to start the Second Coming. Aziraphale needs a fake human husband to get into the black market auction where it's being sold. Enter the handsome red-haired plant shop owner down the street.

At the same time Aziraphale is getting orders from Uriel, the demon prince Belial (who's the Fallen Raphael) wants Crowley to find the trumpet. Neither Aziraphale nor Crowley have ever met before and both think the other is human. Cue shenanigans as they try to keep their respective natures from each other.

This one alternates between Aziraphale and Crowley's POVs.

Excerpt (Crowley's POV)

Some fic writers like writing smut. And some fic writers like writing our favorite characters reading (and writing) smut. This week, let's look at stories in which our pair read (and write) dirty books.

We'll start with The Angel Line (E) by @fancytrinkets. While shopping for audiobooks to sell in his shop, Aziraphale's attention is caught by a familiar name. Does Crowley narrate smutty audiobooks? Why yes, yes he does. The writer does a great job with Crowley's voice and the fun asides. I could absolutely hear David Tennant reading the words in my head.

SparrowVixen wrote In words I dwell in darkness, with words you lift me up (T) in which Crowley takes up writing romance stories inspired by time he's spent with Aziraphale. Aziraphale is horrified when he discovers them, but not for the reason you might think.

Do you enjoy bad sex puns as much as I do? If so, you'll love "The Devil Made Me Do Him" and other recommended titles (E) by AppleSeeds. When Crowley repairs Aziraphale's e-reader, he discovers some provocative recommendations based on what he's already read. What follows is some ridiculously silly, pun-filled, smut and a much needed conversation between our pair.

@copperplatebeech wrote an entire series called The Rake (E). It begins with Crowley discovering that Aziraphale wrote erotica during their estrangement in the 19th century. In future stories, they resurrect Aziraphale's nom de plume (Chasten Angell) as a way to discuss their fantasies in a safe way. The writer is so good at capturing the tone of a Victorian tale, making for fun reads.

Are you ready for some human AUs on the same theme? More under the gif.

Next, we have Between a Book and a Hard Place (E) by LCWrites. Aziraphale and Crowley have a quickie at an event, never expecting to see each other again. Then Crowley gets the job of narrating a book of Victorian erotical written by Aziraphale. Will sparks fly again?

Aziraphale is a popular, queer romance writer in and now all of my garden is grown in lavender (E) by @ilikeblue. His fans want a glimpse inside his perfect romantic life. Unfortunately, it's all a lie. Will pretending his gardener Crowley is his partner fool anyone?

We're back to AppleSeeds with Passion on the Projector (M). When Crowley enters the room where Aziraphale just finished his lecture, he discovers some interesting material on the overhead projector. Apparently, Professor Fell was reading smut without realizing his laptop was still connected to the projector. Oops.

Finally, In the Margins: The Other Anniversary by @thisisshiny has Aziraphale and Crowley celebrating an anniversary by reading erotica together. You could read this on its own. But it's part of a series. You should start at the beginning. It's terrific! Thanks to GOAD on reddit where a post inspired this theme.