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)
Crowley’s 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) — 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 Crowley’s 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 — but make it a sonnet. (Written for a poetry game in the Good Omens After Dark Writers Guild. Prompt: “Starmaker”)
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)
They’ve had an argument — their first since they moved into their cottage together. They’re 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 “night, time, glass, light, tide, stars.”
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)
They’d 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 Valentine’s Exchange)
O You and Me at Last (E, 4k words, 1/1 chapters)
News of one of Aziraphale’s 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)
Crowley’s 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: There’s 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 you’d expect. (A double drabble with hands thirst.)
Series: Auprès 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 that’s the river of jordan) (E, 5k words, 3/3 chapters)
They are alone now — they are free. They are both nervous, but eager, newlyweds.
Auprès de ma blonde, qu’il fait bon dormir (E, 2k words, 1/1 chapters)
The morning after “one more river.”
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.
To be honest, what hurts me the most is seeing something like “In every lifetime and in every universe". It just reminds me that they stripped away everything I found meaningful and beautiful about their love.
Yup, apparently I’m still not done being sad and angry about it.
[I’m not saying it’s wrong to like the soulmate trope. Of course it’s okay if you do. I just personally find it hollow.]
I am so verklempt that my exhausted late night heartbroken post became such loving and supportive hug box, all the replies and tags...it makes my eyes so misty, my heart so warm.
I love you Good Omens fandom, and I want to reassure you, from the bottom of my heart, that you are not stupid or melodramatic or ungrateful or weak for feeling the way that you do, the betrayal and anger and disappointment are real and yours to feel and don't let anyone try to convince you otherwise.
And I so sincerely implore you, you have to let yourself grieve this, it is vitally necessary that you don't try and just shake this off and move on too fast.
You have to let yourself grieve because that is the only way back to love, and I say that as someone who so desperately doesn't want to lose this fandom, but also as someone who can't stand the suffering I'm witnessing and want to ease it if even a little bit, if I can.
It's so cosmically and painfully ironic but Good Omens was already very closely connected to grief for me, so I feel compelled to make this point as clearly as I can -
You can have Good Omens back, it is possible, I know this to be true.
It won't ever be the same, sometimes when you think about it or when you rewatch the series or read the book again, it will ache, almost too much to bear.
Often even years later, you will be stopped in your tracks, maybe it will be a song on the overhead at the grocery store, maybe it will be a bouquet of red and white carnations, a lady with glasses and flowing skirts, two friends debating Jane Austen at the cafe, a boy and his little dog on the street, the sounds of birds in the trees in the morning.
It will hit you so hard, regardless of how you feel about the canon, because we saw them die, we saw the world we cherished be annihilated with no fight, and the loss with take your breath away.
But if there is one thing I've learned about grief, is that death doesn't end love, forgetting does, and tragedy doesn't define a life, the way it touched other lives does.
As time goes on - as distance heals - you will think about Good Omens, you will watch it and read it, you will make art and write fiction, you will remember the way it made you feel and it wont hurt, you will smile, it will bring you joy and soon that joy will come more often then the hurt.
I'm still not there yet, I'm still in the thick of it, and I felt guilty for moment there, thinking it was an insult to my Mothers memory that this grief felt so much like the grief when I lost her.
But then, I thought of what she would say if she were here, how she would have completely understood why this hurt me as much as it has, the absolute brilliant media buff that she was.
She is the one who taught me how important stories are, how to analyzing media, she raised me to be unabashedly passionate about the stories that I loved because they're important, they're how we discover ourselves and each other, how it has the power to change your heart and your perspective, how it has the power to heal, and she would say that the way Good Omens healed me after she passed was proof of that.
I thought of how my Mom would tell me to not accept this, to rebel, how she would be the biggest supporter of my fix-it project, the biggest supporter of all of us creating our own happy endings.
I thought of her, it felt for a moment like she was here and it didn't hurt, it made me smile.
That's how I know, we'll make it back to 'Our World.'
I love you all, here's to us, give them heaven, give them hell, give them eden, give them earth, but don't you dare give it up.
Many people have written eloquently about how, since the book/radio drama/S1 all end happily with character arcs wrapped up, there is plenty of justification for taking them as one's personal canon. This is probably going to be my approach.
However, I do think there is justification in the structure of the show to consider each season as its own AU. I'm not saying you have to interpret it this way, just offering the possibility.
Season 1 begins with the OG wall meet-cute, which establishes A&C as a pair of slightly befuddled agents from opposing sides who have more in common with each other than head office. Of the three seasons, this one retains the most of the Cold War spy setting from the book, with them meeting in public places and expressing fear about getting into trouble with their head offices. Also, this is the only season that mentions the Arrangement, which is a concept that only makes sense if they both know that angels and demons are the same.
Season 2 introduces a new meet-cute that, to me, can be read as resetting the story into an AU about religious institutional trauma. The two angels are more like church friends, with one about to be ex-churched, and while the fear of their institutions persists, the conflicts between them throughout S2 seem more philosophical than S1's more practical and obvious emergency. In addition, among a number of moments that I find contradictory to S1, there is no hint of the Arrangement and generally A&C seem to lack the common knowledge and experience that I read them as having in S1.
Season 3 doesn't have breathing room for much of this kind of analysis, but the third meet-cute seems to launch us into a war AU with A&C as soldiers on opposite sides of an unbridgeable divide, who will never find more than a moment's peace together, which leads into their final decision. This is a huge reversal from S1, which showed characters successfully building relationships across their differences.
Chronologically, the only way I can make all three meet-cute scenes make sense in order is by assuming external manipulation. Their memories and/or their Book of Life pages must have been altered, or we must be watching them in different timelines or universes.
This is not the only issue I have when trying to consider the story chronologically. To me, the S1 flashbacks show a slowly developing relationship, allies to friends to lovers, over the centuries. The S2 minisodes disrupt that flow, with the Job flashback getting very intimate, then whipping back to a more distanced tone at the Crucifixion. And how do we get from Bastille Aziraphale, who is experiencing in real time what a hungry and oppressed populace will do, to the Aziraphale of Edinburgh 1827?
I do think S2 and S3 have more connective tissue to each other than to S1, so again, a S1-only canon makes a ton of sense. But I think, if it helps, that you can also apply an AU lens to each season.
Friends, in case some of you, like me, are published authors or illustrators or creators of any kind, and you are still using any Google service (Gmail, Drive, Calendar, Classroom), please consider deleting all your material from Drive and moving it to external harddisks or something similar before it turns into a catastrophic problem like mangaka Masahiro Itosugi just experienced:
Japanese adult manga creator Masahiro Itosugi had his Google account permanently banned when he uploaded old manuscripts to Drive, reignitin
I really hope this comes as no surprise to all of you and you were already taking precautions about it, but I know for a fact that 100% of my colleagues in the academic field back their papers and their books up on Drive, and that most of our institutional email addresses and some essential tools (for example Gmeet, that we are required to use for remote teaching or to record conferences) are based on Google Workspace (including crucial stuff like uni department documents, scientific journal archives, publicly funded projects contracts and so on).
Now they could be flagged for copyright infringment and lose access to their entire accounts for uploading back up copies of THEIR OWN work on Drive, because AI systems are apparently unable to recognise the legitimate owner of copyrighted material (or they have been intentionally set up to not recognise it so that tech corps can steal people's work).
The complete automation of the scraping-scanning-banning process, that Google has now delegated entirely to unchecked AI, with no human review, is coming for us quicker than I thought, and while there may be some things that I fear we can't disentangle from this mess anymore (I'm thinking of Gmail specifically), we can still pull our work from Drive before it's too late.
I'm not sure how to properly tag this, but if you know people who may need this warning, please help them understand how serious things are becoming.
posting a snip of the ancient rome voyeurism fic that i'm finally writing after sitting on the idea for literally over 2 years cause why not. any encouragement is extra appreciated rn as my writing journey has been tumultuous these past few months<3
a lot of bad media analysis on this website involves making up scenes and information that theoretically could be true, in that they do not actually contradict anything that happens in canon, but are never stated or suggested or even hinted at in canon at in anyway, and then deciding those headcanons are not only true but intended by the creators as an important part of how the audience interprets canon without ever asking the question "if this were true, what would be the point of leaving it entirely offscreen? is this a puzzle i was meant to solve? what would be the point of doing it that way?"
the funnier closely related phenomenon is when people complain that it's bad writing that the headcanon was not shown explicitly without asking themselves "maybe the reason the writers did not say this is that they did not want me to think it?"
Treating popular fanon regarding a character as authoritative, and getting angry at people whose feelings toward that character are informed by the version who appears in the actual text
Conflating “it’s possible to construct this particular narrative from elements present in the text” with “this is the narrative the text in fact presents“
Dismissing criticism of a particular aspect of the text on the grounds that you can imagine some hypothetical context in which the cited elements wouldn’t be problematic
Elevating a particular body of fan-work above the source material, and acting like anybody whose fandom doesn’t take the former into account is missing the point
Getting so immersed in a deep subtextual reading that you reflexively assume anyone who has an issue with the explicit text of the source material is engaging in bad faith
i hate that i’m not over the gomens finale yet. i want to be a much stronger person. i want to be like oh well it’s just a tv show and canon doesn’t mean anything and i am. i do. mostly. like 70% of the time. or so. idk. and then there’s a wave of grief just crashing over me again
Right there with you. It’s not “just a TV show,” is the way I think about it. It’s all the real-life things this story connects with, all of the real-life hopes and fears and sorrows, all of the pieces of ourselves.
there are too many things happening this summer that i'm thinking we are going to need an extra 6-12 months of june and possibly another 3-4 months of july. probably no extra august as the problem should hopefully sort itself out by then. we are also looking into extending the day night cycle to 55 hours and extending the human lifespan to 10000 years.
Also, “partner” is just a good word? It implies an equal relationship where both of your work together in pursuit of something, whether that be life goals or just having fun together.
Some of us need to remember that the tv show isnt the only adaptation, nor does it have to be the *true* ending if you don't want it to be. There's always the book, the radio play, the musical, the graphic novel, hell even the 1992 movie script. All of those are equally (or possibly moreso in the books case) as canon as the show
Yup. This finale is just another in a long line of Good Omens adaptation attempts, some more successful than others. It doesn’t have any more claim on being “the real version” than any of the other attempts.
Example: There was also a c. 2000 movie script by Terry Gilliam. To my knowledge, it has never been leaked. But it was complete, and the movie came very close to being made. It was, supposedly, going to star Johnny Depp and Robin Williams. So somewhere out there is a wild ride of a Terry Gilliam Good Omens adaptation that could have happened.
There was also a c. 2006 attempt at making a miniseries, led by Terry Jones. No idea how far the writing got, but that’s another version out there in the universe somewhere.
Different writers, different actors, different choices, different versions.
And you’re allowed to say “I don’t like this version. I think it’s a bad version.” Doesn’t mean you love the story any less.
My grandma just called and, among other things, said “You have hips. That’s good! Men like hips!” and then she interrupted herself to say “Women like hips. People of your preferred gender like hips. I can never remember”
And I was like “Thanks grandma! My preferred gender is none of them, no thanks.” and she was like “Okay, no one will comment on your hips!” very self satisfied, like “aha, I have figured it out”
I think like half her grandkids are some variety of not-straight and she can’t always remember which is which but she is the epitome of like “she’s a little confused, but she’s got the spirit!”
I told my grandma that I’d told my friends about what she said and that some of y’all had said you wished she was your grandma, and she said “Well, you can never have too many grandkids!”
So like…consider her your honorary grandma* I guess?
*if you want an honorary grandma, that is
Update on my grandma: I told her my hair was standing up, but instead of straight line it was diagonal and she said “That’s okay, you’ve never been straight!” and then laughed so hard at her own joke I thought she was going to drop the phone
im shaking you by the shoulders and saying that no matter the state of the world, of politics, of the environment, of the economy, that it’s not all over yet and if it’s not over then there still hope!! don’t allow despair to cause you to give up the fight before it’s over, you haven’t lost if you haven’t given up yet. life is a constant struggle and people have always felt like the world was ending but they still got to wake up to a brand new day. they kept fighting and surviving, day after day, year after year, for so many generations!! that’s what us humans do and you are capable of doing it too
