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CW/TW: Noncon

Tags:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Omega Crowley, Alpha Aziraphale, Knotting, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Childbirth, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Science Fiction, Astronaut Aziraphale, Crowley Whump, Angst, Stalking, Sexual Assault, Near Drowning, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending

Fic summary:

Alpha Aziraphale Engel is an astronaut being sent to plant a set of nuclear warheads in a small asteroid that is threatening Earth, as part of Operation Flaming Sword. Omega Anthony Crowley is his clandestine lover and assigned to communications for the mission. The journey will be long, lonely, and perilous, but our two heroes soon find that space is not the only source of danger for them.

Chapter summary:

With less than two weeks until Aziraphale reaches Ligur-666, Crowley tries to regroup, the morning after the attack. He finds that it's truly at times like these that you find out who's on your side... and who is not.

Excerpt:

When Aziraphale was young, his mother had been the epitome of everything an alpha should be: protective, devoted, wise, and unlike so many other alphas, level-headed.

"Our instincts push us," she had told him when he first presented, "but we are not animals, child. We are more than our base instincts, and we can make other choices."

He was finding it difficult to remember that now.

When Crowley had confessed, through a voice choked with tears, what Sandy had done to him, had tried to do, it was all Aziraphale could do to swallow his impotent rage. His inner alpha screamed for vengeance, to find Sandy and rend him painfully limb from limb for the atrocity he had committed toward his mate in their own home. He yearned to rush to Crowley's side, to comfort and protect him as he deserved, to cover him with Aziraphale's scent and reclaim him as his own.

Crowley hadn't wanted for Aziraphale to blame himself for what had happened to him, but it was hard. Aziraphale had never given that much credence to traditional gender roles, but he couldn't avoid the knowledge that if he'd been there with Crowley, none of this would have happened — not just the attack, but the issues with the press, the vandalism of Crowley's flat, none of it. He felt like the world's worst excuse for an alpha.

Aziraphale had gone off to space to save the world, and in doing so, he'd left his mate alone, in a world that seemed more and more like a dark forest filled with hungry wolves. What good is it, he asked himself, to save the Earth and everything on it, if I am unable to save the one person who matters the most to me?

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CW Explicit

Thank you to ireallyneedmoretea, @goatmeal-craisin and Historicsteps for the beta.

Summary:

East Antarctica, 1911. Anthony J. Crowley is, among other things, a passionate zoologist. One breezy morning, he discovers a very, very, very strange sea creature.

Fully written. 6,600 words. 66% smut. Fully published.

Excerpt:

It suddenly occurred to him that he should probably check the integrity of the hull before descending into despair.

He leaned over the gunwale to take a look.

Hm. It seemed like he wouldn’t have to resort to sink-or-try-to-swim in frigid waters after all. Well, that was certainly a relief. 

Then something brushed against his skin.

Crowley screeched.

A pale, translucent… something was groping the gunwale, just where his hand had been moments earlier.

“What the…?”

Crowley was torn between recoiling farther away from whatever that thing was, and leaning in for a closer look. His medical side was screaming for the former; the zoologist in him was advocating for the latter; his hindbrain was somehow calling for both.

The thing crept over the side of the boat, feeling up and down one of its ribs. It seemed to be some sort of… pellucid tendril? Crowley could see the wood through it, veiled and distorted as if the writhing thing was made of opaline glass.

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xenanigans passed away on 28/04/26

This fic is published in his memory by blackjeans93 as his fannish next of kin.

All words were written by xenanigans.

CW/TW: Noncon

Tags:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Omega Crowley, Alpha Aziraphale, Knotting, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Childbirth, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Science Fiction, Astronaut Aziraphale, Crowley Whump, Angst, Stalking, Sexual Assault, Near Drowning, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending

Fic summary:

Alpha Aziraphale Engel is an astronaut being sent to plant a set of nuclear warheads in a small asteroid that is threatening Earth, as part of Operation Flaming Sword. Omega Anthony Crowley is his clandestine lover and assigned to communications for the mission. The journey will be long, lonely, and perilous, but our two heroes soon find that space is not the only source of danger for them.

Chapter summary:

In which some things finally come to a head.

Excerpt:

Crowley was gathering up his belongings in his office at the end of the day when Anathema came by and knocked on his door. "Got a minute?" she asked.

"Sure," he said. "What's up?"

"I've been getting updates from AGNES," she said, "and there's something kind of weird here. I don't think I like it."

"That doesn't sound good," Crowley said apprehensively. "I'm not sure I want to know what it is."

"It's not about Aziraphale," Anathema told him quickly. "But it's strange. You've been talking to Specialist Alfon, haven't you? You know, Sandy?"

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This chapter has a warning for violence and sexual assault.

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CW/TW: Noncon

Tags:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Omega Crowley, Alpha Aziraphale, Knotting, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Childbirth, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Science Fiction, Astronaut Aziraphale, Crowley Whump, Angst, Stalking, Sexual Assault, Near Drowning, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending

Fic summary:

Alpha Aziraphale Engel is an astronaut being sent to plant a set of nuclear warheads in a small asteroid that is threatening Earth, as part of Operation Flaming Sword. Omega Anthony Crowley is his clandestine lover and assigned to communications for the mission. The journey will be long, lonely, and perilous, but our two heroes soon find that space is not the only source of danger for them.

Chapter summary:

Crowley (and his plants) try to move on from the vandalism.

Excerpt:

Crowley was incredibly busy over the next several weeks. When he wasn't at work, he was trying to get the mess in his flat taken care of, dealing with the insurance adjusters, and buying more clothes. The vandal had taken a particularly vindictive interest in his wardrobe, with the result that nearly all of his clothing was beyond saving.

Anathema, Newt, Tracy, and even Shadwell had come with him to his flat on several occasions to help him account for anything that was still salvageable and discard a large number of things that were not. Many of his books had survived the destruction, like a few of his most treasured astronomy texts, as well as some science fiction classics. He was also pleased to find that some of his furniture could probably be saved, even if it needed to be reupholstered. His bed frame was still solid, but the mattress and bedding all had to be thrown out, which grieved him greatly, as they were tied up in memories of pleasurable nights spent with Aziraphale, memories which had become quite dear to him in his mate's extended absence.

In the meantime, he had found some sunny places in Aziraphale's house and set up his surviving plants there in the hopes of helping them recover from their ordeal. "I know you've been through a lot," he said to his monstera as he watered and trimmed it, "but this is Aziraphale's house, and he has standards, you understand? So you'd better pull yourself together if you want to stay here." He looked around at the others. "And that goes for the rest of you, too! Remember that!" he barked at them. They, of course, made no reply, not that he expected one.

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I chose to focus on the mad science aspect and it felt very teal which worked beautifully with the holographic and silver for the cover.

Thank you for sharing your wonderful stories! And I hope you enjoy this edition.

E, 162,653

So I am going to piggyback on this lovely post with my own pics. I've been sitting on them because every time I look at them I get a bit verklempt all over again! It's so beautiful. I'm really blown away! Above is the packaging inside the box. Such care and thoughtfulness even in the packing! And I've tried to restrain myself from posting too many duplicates of what brunheiffer posted above but! BUT! All the details! The cover! The charm! The imprint! MARVEL AT THE MARBLED ENDPAPERS ❤️🤩🥰🥹

The inside art and title pages created by brunheiffer are perfect. The sewn binding itself is stunning -- I think that's the one thing I did not take a picture of and it's so gorgeous. Such craft and care! And the inclusion of comments, author notes, tags... all the silly bits that make the online version so singular, made me tear up here.

CW Explicit Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale return to themselves in the bookshop before God and Satan after living a full life as Anthony J Crowley and Asa Fell.

Excerpt:

Crowley was quiet for a long while, gaze fixed on the window. 

When he finally spoke, his voice was small and worried.

“Angel…”

“Hmm?”

“D’you think maybe… we’ve cocked it up already?”

Aziraphale blinked, his thoughts still pleasantly fuzzy. “What do you mean, dear?”

Crowley gestured to the window, fingers trembling slightly. “The whole point was to escape Her, right? To make our own universe, from scratch. With no God, no angels, no demons…”

“And we did,” Aziraphale nodded.

“But this new one we made…” Crowley frowned. “That’s…us. That was very clearly us. Presumably there’s a God in there.”

“Yes…” Aziraphale said slowly, brow furrowing as he followed Crowley’s line of thought.

“So haven’t we just… put Her right back in charge?”

Aziraphale considered this, then shook his head. “I don’t think so, darling. If She were back, I think we’d know by now. Things would feel different.” He squeezed Crowley’s hand.

“But we were supposed to make a universe without Her…” Crowley said, still looking anxious.

“And we did. We made seven thousand of them, untouched by her. If this one does contain Her in some way… it’s not Her as she was. It’s an extension of us. Like She wrote in the book, the universes are created in our image now.”

Crowley looked skeptical, but a reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “That’s not exactly a comforting thought, angel.”

“No. It’s absolutely terrifying. But it’s exhilarating too,” Aziraphale added. “We get to decide what to do now. No more divine influence.”

“Hmm. You’re a divine influence.” Crowley smirked, rolling over to pin Aziraphale beneath him, and nuzzling playfully into his neck. Read the rest here on ao3

CW/TW: Noncon

Tags:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Omega Crowley, Alpha Aziraphale, Knotting, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Childbirth, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Science Fiction, Astronaut Aziraphale, Crowley Whump, Angst, Stalking, Sexual Assault, Near Drowning, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending

Fic summary:

Alpha Aziraphale Engel is an astronaut being sent to plant a set of nuclear warheads in a small asteroid that is threatening Earth, as part of Operation Flaming Sword. Omega Anthony Crowley is his clandestine lover and assigned to communications for the mission. The journey will be long, lonely, and perilous, but our two heroes soon find that space is not the only source of danger for them.

Chapter summary:

Crowley takes Aziraphale's advice to relocate, even just temporarily, for his own safety. A former crewmate of Aziraphale's, an astronaut named Sandy Alfon, offers his assistance, which Crowley reluctantly accepts. To his dismay, Crowley finds that the move couldn't have come too soon.

Excerpt:

Crowley and Aziraphale were standing in the sunlit doorway of Aziraphale’s house. “It’s a lovely day to go flying, don’t you think?” asked Aziraphale, beaming at him.

“What do you mean? I can’t fly,” Crowley whispered.

“Oh, it’s as easy as anything!” Aziraphale exclaimed.

He stepped away from Crowley and shook himself. From his back, two enormous, gleaming white wings emerged.

Aziraphale turned and smiled at Crowley, bouncing gently on the balls of his feet and fluttering his wings in anticipation. “You should try it!” he urged Crowley encouragingly.

“I can’t, Angel,” Crowley replied, anguished. “Please, don’t leave me here.”

But Aziraphale leaped up, flapped his beautiful wings, and began to fly away.

“Come back!” Crowley tried to cry out, but his voice stuck in his throat.

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Special thanks to @totheendtimes and @littleweezel for beta reading!

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CW/TW: Noncon

Tags:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Omega Crowley, Alpha Aziraphale, Knotting, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Childbirth, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Science Fiction, Astronaut Aziraphale, Crowley Whump, Angst, Stalking, Sexual Assault, Near Drowning, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending

Fic summary:

Alpha Aziraphale Engel is an astronaut being sent to plant a set of nuclear warheads in a small asteroid that is threatening Earth, as part of Operation Flaming Sword. Omega Anthony Crowley is his clandestine lover and assigned to communications for the mission. The journey will be long, lonely, and perilous, but our two heroes soon find that space is not the only source of danger for them.

Chapter summary:

Crowley and Aziraphale finally have an actual talk.

Excerpt:

“0800 hours, Michael Cavaleri, on comms,” Michael announced as she took over from Dagon. Aziraphale, about to begin his first planned activity, was nonplussed by this. “Michael?” he asked. “Where’s Crowley?” “Chief Communications Specialist Crowley had another commitment this morning,” Michael replied crisply. “He is scheduled to report today at 1500.” “I don’t understand,” said Aziraphale. “What kind of commitment?” He tried to remember if Crowley had mentioned anything over email the night before, and came up short.

Thank you so much to @totheendtimes and @littleweezel for looking this over and helping me iron it out!

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CW/TW: Noncon

Tags:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Omega Crowley, Alpha Aziraphale, Knotting, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Childbirth, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Science Fiction, Astronaut Aziraphale, Crowley Whump, Angst, Stalking, Sexual Assault, Near Drowning, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending

Fic summary:

Alpha Aziraphale Engel is an astronaut being sent to plant a set of nuclear warheads in a small asteroid that is threatening Earth, as part of Operation Flaming Sword. Omega Anthony Crowley is his clandestine lover and assigned to communications for the mission. The journey will be long, lonely, and perilous, but our two heroes soon find that space is not the only source of danger for them.

Chapter summary:

Crowley decides to reach out for help to dodge Shax's unwelcome meddling, hoping to keep her off his back, at least until he can inform Aziraphale of his condition. But Shax is like a dog after a bone, and she won't give up easily.

Excerpt:

Crowley closed the door, walked into the small office, and flung himself into a chair across from a petite person with short dark hair, whose small desk plaque read, "Saraqael Currus, Public Relations," and whose customised wheelchair threatened to swallow their small frame. "Got a bit of a thorny problem, Saraqael," he said, in a manner that aimed for "casual," but missed entirely and instead arrived somewhere closer to "apprehensive." "One that requires a public relations specialist?" Saraqael asked with raised eyebrows. "I thought your problems were closer to the space-faring side of things." "They usually are," Crowley said. He opened his mouth, closed it again, and then opened it once more to ask, "If I tell you something, will you promise not to say anything to anyone else about it?" "That sounds like the opposite of publicity or public relations," Saraqael commented, with a wry twist of their mouth.

Many thanks to @totheendtimes and @littleweezel for beta reading!

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CW/TW: Noncon

Tags:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Omega Crowley, Alpha Aziraphale, Knotting, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Childbirth, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Science Fiction, Astronaut Aziraphale, Crowley Whump, Angst, Stalking, Sexual Assault, Near Drowning, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending

Fic summary:

Alpha Aziraphale Engel is an astronaut being sent to plant a set of nuclear warheads in a small asteroid that is threatening Earth, as part of Operation Flaming Sword. Omega Anthony Crowley is his clandestine lover and assigned to communications for the mission. The journey will be long, lonely, and perilous, but our two heroes soon find that space is not the only source of danger for them.

Chapter summary:

Aziraphale and Crowley are already beginning to feel the ache of distance, as Keraunos-1 makes its long way to Ligur-666. To make matters worse, people are starting to ask some uncomfortable questions about their relationship, and Crowley is fearful that the truth about his pregnancy will become public knowledge before he's had the chance to inform Aziraphale.

The clock is ticking. Crowley knows he will have to find a way to handle this, and fast, without jeopardising the mission — or their fledgling marriage.

Excerpt:

A girl with dark hair tied back in a ponytail and wearing a no-nonsense expression stepped forward. "Hello, Commander Engel," she said. "My name is Pepper Williams, and my question for you is: why don't they send more omegas into space?" It took a couple of seconds for Aziraphale to respond. These pups don't pull their punches, Crowley thought as he waited, wondering how his mate would answer.

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Cover art by @and-his-hands-were-24-crows Thank you so much, Crows! Please show them some support by checking out their work on Instagram and ao3!

And a huge thank you to my beta harem, who have been with me on this journey for over a year now: @totheendtimes, @Nightshiftcaffeine, @ineffable-xenanigans, @nosferatini, @moderndayklutz, @Savyl and @TansyOggAdditional in story art by Demented_DeMeown, @avadoingart-imus and @divinitydemon

CW for this chapter: Genderfluid Crowley, changing pronouns for Crowley

Summary:

After long months of touring, Crowley finally comes home.

Aziraphale is waiting for him, and finally there is no audience to impress. Exhausted from the weight of performance and the burden of being who everyone expects him to be, Crowley makes a choice to set aside his armour and return to a shape he reserves for the person he trusts most.

In the safety of home, Crowley allows himself to be vulnerable, and Aziraphale responds as he always has: with unwavering love, acceptance and understanding.

Excerpt:

By the time the last flightcase was latched shut and loaded away, Crowley was vibrating with impatience.

He didn’t linger. He couldn’t.

Newt and Silvia talked about logistics: when the crew could be expected to return their equipment to them, hotel reservations, the sensible unwinding talk of a triumphant finale, but Crowley barely heard them. His goodbyes were abrupt, but still warm. He proudly squeezed Silvia’s shoulder, smiled at Newt, and promised to call after he’d rested and the ringing in his ears had stopped.

Then, he was gone, racing to the Bentley, shrugging his coat into place as he went.

London was awake and glittering behind him, but he didn’t look back.

The Bentley readily roared awake as if she’d been waiting for this exact moment.

Crowley drove as though he could outrun time, the streetlights blurring into molten lines of gold, the engine responding not just to pressure on the pedal but to want. The car would always take him where he intended to go. They cut through the night together, fast enough that thought and driver input fell away, leaving only instinct and yearning in its wake.

He should have been exhausted. Two months of performances, of crowds and noise. And then tonight, fully giving himself over to the audience, and all the emotional upheaval that involved. His body and soul ached with it, in a surprisingly cathartic way. But beneath the fatigue was a spark of excitement that wouldn’t be extinguished.

He was going home.

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In memory, always, of Xenanigans.

CW/TW: Noncon

Tags:

Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, Omega Crowley, Alpha Aziraphale, Knotting, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Childbirth, Established Relationship, Oral Sex, Science Fiction, Astronaut Aziraphale, Crowley Whump, Angst, Stalking, Sexual Assault, Near Drowning, Dreams and Nightmares, Happy Ending

Fic summary:

Alpha Aziraphale Engel is an astronaut being sent to plant a set of nuclear warheads in a small asteroid that is threatening Earth, as part of Operation Flaming Sword. Omega Anthony Crowley is his clandestine lover and assigned to communications for the mission. The journey will be long, lonely, and perilous, but our two heroes soon find that space is not the only source of danger for them.

Chapter summary:

Keraunos-1 takes flight at long last, and Aziraphale's long journey begins.

Excerpt:

"Keraunos-1, starting up." "Keraunos-1, startup confirmed." "T minus 30 seconds. T minus 15 seconds. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and… ignition." Keraunos-1 rose gracefully from the launch pad and into the bright blue sky. Crowley thought of Aziraphale's beautiful blue eyes and how terribly far away Ligur-666 was, and tried to maintain his composure as the team cheered. "Godspeed, Commander," Crowley managed, in an awful, croaky rasp, a massive lump seeming to fill his throat.

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