years go by, will I still be waiting (she/her. elder millennial.) https://archiveofourown.org/users/adverbian Profile pic: "The bottlecap that wanted to be an adverb" by quinn.anya is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0 . Header image: "Forest" by targut is licensed under CC BY 2.0 .
My fanfiction over on AO3. All Good Omens (TV continuity), Aziraphale/Crowley. (Updated March 2, 2026)
(As always, check tags on AO3 for content notes!)
The Tale of the Saltarelli Sonnet (T, 5k words, oneshot)
What Crowley was doing at the start of the fourteenth century. History, poetry, translation⊠a sonnet-writing lawyer who thought people would be reasonable ⊠and just a touch of pre-S2 angst.
East of the Sun, West of the Moon (E, 11k words, a standalone chapter in a larger collab)
Monster Hunter Aziraphale/Shapeshifter Crowley AU. Arranged marriage to a mysterious stranger; sex magic on the wedding night; and the Ballad of Tam Lin with consentacles. (You can enjoy this chapter even if you have not read anything else in this big collab fic! I promise! I wrote it with almost zero knowledge of anything else!)
Good (E, 1000 words, oneshot)
Crowleyâs done something kind again. There must be something Aziraphale can do for him in return. No matter how much he complains about it. (CNC, praise/degradation kink, Gentle Dom Aziraphale)
(More under the cut!)
The New-Made World (E, 5397 words, oneshot)
No one watching. Nothing to prove. Just the two of them. Together. (A follow-up to All Your Life.) A birthday gift for @lornainthewoods.
Over the River and Through the Wood (E, 100 words)
In which, sharing a cottage on the South Downs, they gradually find their way to themselves, and to each other. Soft and sweet and musical. A birthday gift for @gaiaseyes451 .
Horn of Plenty (E, 2931 words, oneshot) â co-written with @malachitegrey and @voluptatiscausa
Fluff and Crack. Crowley runs an ice cream parlor. Also he has horns. Also he and Aziraphale are in love. A birthday gift for MimiRay.
That Certain Night (E, 8670 words, 4/4 chapters)
Three nights together during wartime, and one night together after. Angst with a happy ending. 1941, 1967, Night at Crowleyâs Flat, and a sweet, smutty South Downs epilogue. A birthday gift for @voluptatiscausa .
This Most Balmy Time and Stay Me With Flagons (both E, each 100 words)
A pair of smutty birthday drabbles for @cemeteryangel725 .
Nothing Lasts Forever (G, 108 words)
A post-S2 meditation on narrative arcs, astronomy, and love â but make it a sonnet. (Written for a poetry game in the Good Omens After Dark Writers Guild. Prompt: âStarmakerâ)
Gibraltar May Tumble (E, 8539 words)
A little first-time light bondage on a rainy South Downs afternoon, with feelings and tenderness and love. (A gift fic for @sapientmanbuncountrymare written as part of the Good Omens After Dark Pride Exchange)
Bear You on the Breath of Dawn (T, 100 words)
Theyâve had an argument â their first since they moved into their cottage together. Theyâre still not very good at talking. But this time, they both stay. (A drabble.)
Da Pacem (M, 341 words)
A sestina about stopping the Second Coming with your secret lover, using the key words ânight, time, glass, light, tide, stars.â
Is This Desire? (E, 15.5k words, 2/2 chapters)
A smutty, sex-pollened meditation on desire and consent. (Written for the High Pollen Count Good Omens Sex Pollen Event.)
Confiteor (M, 3k words, 1/1 chapter)
Aziraphale goes on a guilt trip. Crowley brings him back home. (Angst with a happy ending.)
Exsultet (E, 6k words, 3/3 chapters)
Theyâd won. But there were some things left to lose. (And there were some victories still to come.) (A gift fic for @crowleyslvt written as part of the Good Omens Song and Poetry Exchange)
In contenti e in allegria (E, 5k words, 2/2 chapters)
Completely shameless PWP, honeymoon in Paris edition. (A gift fic for @and-his-hands-were-24-crows in the Good Omens After Dark Valentineâs Exchange)
O You and Me at Last (E, 4k words, 1/1 chapters)
News of one of Aziraphaleâs past admirers has Crowley feeling a little⊠possessive. (Written for the Good Omens After Dark Smut War)
Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea (E, 5k words, 3/3 chapters)
Crowleyâs been giving Aziraphale space to adjust to being on his own, finally free of Heaven. Now, a gorgeous American philanthropist has started hanging around the bookshop. Has Crowley left things Too Late? (Spoiler alert: Thereâs a very happy resolution.) (Gift fic for IUsedToBeGifted177 in the Good Omens After Dark Christmas Exchange)
Small Things Like Reasons (M, 4k words, 7/7 chapters)
An exploration of six competing meta theories against the backdrop of the Rapture.
These, Thy Gifts (M, 100 words)
Crowley gives thanks for a feast. (A smutty Thanksgiving drabble.)
Revolver (T, 200 words)
Sometime in the late 1960s or early 1970s, Crowley tried to introduce Aziraphale to the Beatles. It went about like youâd expect. (A double drabble with hands thirst.)
Series: AuprĂšs de ma blonde
(Each item in the series can be read independently.)
General vibes: Ineffable Honeymoon. Everything is terribly sweet and romantic. Lots of Feelings. There are literary and musical allusions.
(Individual works in the series under the cut! Dorothy Sayers fans will instantly clock the first two titles. Yes, there are Wimsey vibes.)
one more river (and thatâs the river of jordan) (E, 5k words, 3/3 chapters)
They are alone now â they are free. They are both nervous, but eager, newlyweds.
AuprĂšs de ma blonde, quâil fait bon dormir (E, 2k words, 1/1 chapters)
The morning after âone more river.â
What We Think About When We Think About Each Other (E, 4k words, 6/6 chapters)
Five times they swapped fantasies, and one time they started learning to share.
Songs and Sonnets (E, 2k words, 1/1 chapters)
A little bit of exploration that gets surprisingly emotional.
That the One Ought To Have of the Other (T, 1k words, 1/1 chapters)
Marriage vows considered as a formal contract, and negotiated with feelings.
Set Me as a Seal Upon Your Heart (E, 12k words, 4/4 chapters)
The Ineffable Husbands make it official. And formal contracts between supernatural entities have a way of becoming particularly real.
being told youâd cruise the seas for american gold youâd fire no guns, shed no tears, now youâre a broken man on a halifax pier might not be a universal experience, but like neither is the club. so a little perspective might be nice
Bridget is still unhappy that I wonât open windows because of wildfire smoke so I explained to her that it boils down to lack of political will to address climate change and now sheâs decided to run for public office.
today I learned that in 2008, the city council of florence overturned danteâs sentence of execution if he returned from exile. yes, danteâs inferno dante, who died in 1321.
but the funniest part of this is not that they were debating the exile of a man who has been dead for over 500 years.
the funniest part is that the vote was 19-5. five people voted to uphold danteâs exile.
The objectively funniest part of this is actually that the city that holds his remains, Ravenna, refused to give his remains back. This was a ploy from florence to have his remains moved back for the tourist money and its been ongoing for a long time. Florence had a fake tomb built in the city to trick people into visiting, and have tried to force the return of the remains.
His actual caretakers have been very steadfast in keeping them hidden, moved, or generally out of reach to respect his choice in life to never, ever, ever return to florence, even when he was first offered the chance to return. This is at this point an almost millenium long feud that florence is really, really mad about losing
that man has been trying to climb this tower since he was 16. he has asked multiple times, and every time they said no, but now heâs famous enough & variety was able to convince them to do a shoot on the tower. it all led here. it was all for this.
Even now, when the plot
calls for me to turn to stone,
the sun intervenes. Some mornings
in summer I step outside
and the sky opens
and pours itself into me
as if I were a saint
about to die. But the plot
calls for me to live,
be ordinary, say nothing
to anyone. Inside the house
the mirrors burn when I pass.
there are a lot of Extremely Married moments in good omens, but I maintain that the Most Married moment is when crowley says out of nowhere, âducks! theyâre what water slides off.â and aziraphale heaves a deeply put-upon sigh and says, ââŠ.just drive the car.â
a close runner up is when Aziraphale wants to do magic at Warlockâs birthday party and Crowley just goes, âMake you disappearâ, and Aziraphaleâs not put out in the slightest
âHoly moly!â I say.
âHoly molyâ? Is that my go-to expression of surprise? I mean, itâs okay, I guess. I would have expected something a little less 1950s. What kind of weirdo am I?
Project Hail Mary, page 15
