Hi, I’m Reese (he/they) and I used to write one-shots + stuff for Crowley and Aziraphale from Good Omens! This blog is NOT spoiler free. Please don’t ask to be on a taglist, I don’t make them. Have a look at my Masterlist. All replies come from @caffeinatedReese
If a story has no gender/other indicator beside it, it is made to be read by anybody (the others are as well, if you don’t care about the use of pronouns)
Aziraphale x reader (Romantic)
Anger Comes In Many Forms
The Tune Of My Heart (Fem!Reader)
Neither Half of Me Can Put Into Words How Much I Adore You (Nephilim!Reader)
I’m Standing Where the Lightning Strikes (fem!reader)
A Little Spring Preening
Il Mange Des Crêpes (Fem!French!reader)
Say That You Believe (Crowley’s Sister!Reader, Monster Hunter AU)
Turning Page (Angel!Reader)
Ends of the Earth (Fallen Angel!Reader)
My Cheeks are Red, but so are Yours (fem!reader)
Be My Pillow in the Night Time (fem!reader)
The Function of a Rubber Duck (Hufflepuff!Reader, Hogwarts AU)
A Sea of Color Across the Sky (Angel!Reader)
Crowley Knows Best (Human AU, Pregnant Reader)
Aziraphale x reader (Platonic)
None
Crowley x Reader (Romantic)
Salt
Doomsday (Fem!Reader)
Around The Corner (Fem!Reader)
If Wings Could Speak, Yours Would Be Screaming (Fem!Reader)
Hide My Wings Tonight (Part 1, fem!Angel!Reader, Brother!Aziraphale)
Let’s Wreak Havoc (Cambion!Reader)
You Owe Me $666 For All the Sunglasses I’ve Bought (Soulmate AU)
Ancient History (Dead!Reader, Drunk!Crowley)
Fear of the Snek (fem!Reader)
Bubbles
Here We Go Again (Short!Fem!Reader)
All I Ask of You (Fem!Witch!Reader)
Twisted Turn of Events (Tangled!AU, Fem!Reader)
Spin Me Around Until the Earth Falls Away (fem!Reader)
They Say You Can’t Go Home Again, but I Found Home In You (fem!Angel-ish!reader)
More of a Man Than You’ll Ever Be (FTM!Reader)
The Eye of the Storm (Fem!College Student!Reader)
Let’s Watch Movies Until Our Brains Melt Away
How To Keep a Secret for Less Than 24 Hours (Pregnant!Fem!Witch!Reader)
Prepare for War Against Mother Nature (Fem!Reader)
Be The Best Thing to Ever Happen to Me (Fem!reader)
Do You See the Way I Look at You? (Hufflepuff!Reader, Hogwarts AU)
Don’t Turn Your Eyes Away From Me (Artist!Reader)
A Gift From the Heart (Artist!Reader)
Stressed, Depressed, but Well Dressed (Gothic!Lolita!Fiancée!Reader)
Will You Love Me As I Am, Even If I Cannot? (Genderfluid!Human!Fem!Crowley)
Hit Me With Your Car, Then Hit Me With Some Feelings (Fem!Device!Reader)
Love A Working Woman (Fem!Reader)
Crowley x Reader (Platonic)
Say That You Believe (Sister!Reader, Monster Hunter AU)
The Audience is Dead (Ballet Dancer!Reader)
Anathema x Reader (Romantic):
The Angel on Your Shoulder (Angel!Reader)
Anathema x Reader (Platonic):
N/A
Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley (Romantic)
A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes
At the Center of Conflict, You Are Our Light (NB!Phoenix!Reader)
In a Field of Roses, My Petals Were Always Blue (FTM!Reader)
Mortal Lungs (Male!reader, Unrequited Love)
Daily Doodles (Soulmate AU)
Who Wants To Be Queen (Queen-To-Be!Reader)
Personal Affairs (Genderqueer!Reader, Pre-Relationship)
As Far as Birthday’s Go, This One Does Not (fem!reader)
Strange Things Lurk In the Dark (Sorcerer!Reader. pre-relationship)
The Fear of Parenting (Phoenix!Reader)
More of You to Love
The Game is On (Male!Reader, pre-relationship)
Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley (Platonic)
You Can’t Fix Me, I’m Not Broken (Brother!Aziraphale, best friend!Crowley, Fem!Asexual!Reader)
Since Season 2 is reviving the fandom once again, and I’ve been getting a lot of notifications, just thought I’d make a post here again!
I saw a lot of folks following me and I appreciate it, but I just wanted to let you guys know that I am not writing for Good Omens at this time!
But all the stories I have written and that are up right now are yours to peruse and enjoy!
I can’t guarantee I’ll ever actually come back to posting on this blog again, but if you find something here that bring you joy, then I’m happy to have done my part!
Also remember that this is all season one content!
Hey! I’m Clem/ Jazz, I go by they/it pronouns, I’m a broke brit who’s starting college soon and I’m taking fic commissions! I’ll write your blorbos and original characters! All you need to do is DM me to show you’re interested and we’ll start talking!
All you’ve gotta do is:
- List of Character/Characters
- Word Count
- Description of What You Want To Happen
- Specify What Fandom(if necessary!)
- What Site You Want It Published On? AO3, Google Docs, Tumblr?
And also bare in mind!:
Over 5 Characters? £5 Tax
£1 Per 100 Words
[Make sure to convert to your currency and check what you can afford!]
Author is British and will try to use American wording but may on occasion forget! (If you want me to really ensure I try and stick to one just remind me in your message!)
It is physically impossible for me to be involved in every single fandom around but I want to cater to as many buyers possible, so to cut down any wait time make sure to include all the details you want about any fandom original characters. I will let buyers know before hand if I’m knowledgeable on their request and if I don’t I completely understand if they wish to take their business elsewhere but at the end of the day I will still write for them if that’s what they want!
I will write most tropes as long as they aren’t borderline illegal or sexual. You can request your ideas but I can and will deny any parts that make me uncomfortable to write.
When your writing is done I will send you a link to whatever format you specified. Selecting AO3 or Tumblr means you’re fic will be able to be viewed by other people. Google Docs is for mine and your eyes only and as soon as you’ve payed you can repost or share it wherever you wish!
These are some blogs that I’ve found myself going to consistently or have simply liked many of their writings:
Good Omens
@ourownsideimagines
I’ve liked more of their Good Omens fics than anywhere else! Especially the Aziraphale works, below I’ve linked some of my favorites. Take a look - they’ve pinned their masterlist - and indulge yourself with dozens of Crowley & Aziraphale fics
Turning Page: Aziraphale x Reader
Mortally, Yours: Aziraphale x Reader
Loki
@whirlybirbs
Let me tell you that any Loki fan must take a look at this blog! I was floored with the amount of quality content in the masterlist, especially with the adorable fake!wife tag
Please check out this masterlist! You will be occupied for hours
Doctor Who
@awindylife-writes
These are some of the best Doctor Who fics, especially the tenth doctor. This one linked below may be my favorite. If you click on the archive option of the blog you’ll be able to see dozens of their writings
I’m not taking any requests at the moment, but I thought I’d give a quick update to say that I am currently writing the rest of “Hide My Wings Tonight”, and have three more chapters finished and ready to publish!
Sorry for being quiet for so long, life is weird and I’ve been out of sorts for for… well a couple years now, I guess.
I don’t know if I’ll ever open requests again, but you never know! Look out for updates!
Hide My Wings Tonight: Not Another Gloomy Play (Chapter 5)
Surprise! Not dead! I suddenly got the oomph today to finish not one but TWO chapters. Chaoter Six will be posted later, but I figured after two years of waiting I would go ahead and put up Chapter 5 right now.
Read it here on AO3!
Or read it below the cut
Based on the one-shot request by @jinxthequeergirl
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Aziraphale had not seen his sister filled with such joy in centuries as he did in the years following the beginning of her and Crowley’s arrangement. Not that he knew of said arrangement of course, but he didn’t question what his sister did as long as she was happy. He worried about her, that much was for sure, but after she’d blown off his question the first twenty times he’d stopped asking, and started to enjoy the smile she once again gave so freely.
And (name) enjoyed learning to dance. Her demonic partner was not the best at the task, but they were learning together by watching others, and interacting. No one would question their presence at parties and masquerades. And though (name) would never admit it, she enjoyed spending time with Crowley. There was something about him that drew her in. Perhaps that was just how demons were. Enticing to even the purest of minds. Or maybe just to her.
She didn’t like Crowley, Heaven’s no - how could she, he’s a demon - but his company was a nice change from her doting brother and the snobs up in Heaven.
And of course, with their first arrangement, came another one. One that would change the world forever
You see, arrangements can be a tricky thing.
The one that (name) had with Crowley was simple enough - Crowley would help (name) learn any new dance she desired, as long as she was willing to help him with small things. She had been a bit reluctant to these terms at first, but found that there was some joy in her disobeying Heaven. It was like a huge fuck you to Gabriel behind his back.
Did his coat need mending? Simple enough - it might not look beautiful, but it was presentable. Did Crowley need a name? Most certainly, (name) could get that. Did he need help getting into somewhere he couldn’t get into otherwise? Not a problem, (name) was good at talking her way into places. Did he need Aziraphale distracted for a while while he did some misdeeds? (Name) could turn a blind eye and take her brother out to lunch. Whatever he asked for, (name) was willing to do it.
Aziraphale had caught onto them rather quickly, much to (name)’s dismay. He’d been upset. He didn’t know about the dancing, but he knew that she’d been sneaking off to see Crowley and to help him with his hellish intentions. It had taken hours for (name) to get him to calm down and listen.
And that was how the second arrangement began. This one was just a bit trickier to get away with. After all, hiding something from Aziraphale was one thing. But hiding something from heaven was another - they had eyes everywhere. Even if it didn’t seem like it, someone was bound to be watching. And if not now, then later.
Aziraphale had been against the idea for so many years, helping Crowley, or God forbid, getting Crowley’s help. But with the way (name) and Crowley insisted it could do us some good, how was he to resist?
So that was how it had been, for many years. The angels helped the demon, and the demon helped the angels. Heaven hadn’t noticed, and as far as (name) knew Hell hadn’t either. That didn’t mean any less sneaking around - Aziraphale refused to meet with Crowley privately. It always had to be in a crowd, somewhere inconspicuous.
And the Globe Theater during the preview of Shakespeare's new play, Hamlet, was anything but.
Aziraphale had promised a crowd, but (name) could count no more than fifteen heads among the crowd - that included the Bard himself, and the woman carrying snacks, Juliet. As they waited for Crowley, Aziraphale purchased himself a bunch of grapes, miracaling a coin out of nowhere.
“If you were going to do that,” (Name) said as Juliet walked away. “You could have just miracled yourself some grapes.”
“Now where would be the fun in that.” Aziraphale said, smiling down at the fruit before popping one of them into his mouth. He glanced around quickly. “He’s late.”
“Really, I hadn’t noticed.” She teased. “Stop looking so nervous. You’re the one who wanted to meet with him here.”
“Yes, well, I assumed there would be a much bigger crowd.”
“There’s never a crowd for a show like this.” (Name) argued. “People are depressed enough as is, they don’t want to be going to a show that will just make them feel worse.”
“I don’t feel any worse.” Aziaraphale argued.
“Yeah, well, you’re also not like everybody else.” The two were silent for a moment. Then, almost as if she could sense him, (name) turned her head and watched as Crowley sauntered into the arena. He saw them, and took no time at coming to stand beside (name).
“I thought you said we’d be inconspicuous here. Blend in with the crowd.” (Name) wanted to smile at this. Aziraphale, on the other hand, huffed, and ate another grape before he spoke.
“That was the idea.” He grumbled, glancing over at the demon. Remembering his manners, he offered the fruits to him. Crowley, however, ignored them.
“Ah, hang on.” The demon grimaced. “This isn’t one of Shakespeare’s gloomy ones, is it?” He scrunched up his nose. “No wonder nobody’s here.” (Name) smiled at this.
“Shh, it’s him.” Aziraphale grasped his sister's arm, catching her attention.
“Prithee, gentles, madam.” He said. “Might I request a small favor? Could you, in your role as the audience, give us more to work with?” (name) tried not to frown at this, but she had never been very good at controlling her mouth - both what came out of it, and what shapes it decided to make. Shakespeare didn’t seem much interested in her tho, his eyes focused more on Aziaphale who asked;
“You mean, like when the ghost of his father came on, and I shouted ‘He’s behind you!’?”
“Just so!” Shakespeare said. “That was jolly helpful. Made everyone on the stage feel appreciated. A bit more of that.” (name) wanted to argue. She wanted to say that it made no sense, but she didn’t have the chance. “Good Master Burbage, please! Speak the lines trippingly.” The actor on stage didn’t take the advice too well, and (name) was sure he was ready to explode on the bard at any moment.
“I am wasting my time up here.” He hissed.
“No, you’re very good!” Aziraphale insisted. “Isn’t that right, my dear sister?”
“I-” She bit her tongue. Aziraphale has a bad habit of putting her on the spot like this. That, plus a loose tongue, was never a good pairing. “Yes. I just love all the… talking.” She said.
“And what does your friend think?” The actor asked, clearly looking towards Crowley.
“He’s not our friend. We’ve never met before, we don’t know each other-”
“I think you should get on with the play.” Crowley interrupted Aziraphale, and (name) had to raise a hand to cover her mouth. If Aziraphale heard her laugh, he would surely lecture her later.
“Yes, Burbage. Please.” Shakespeare said. The actor continued.
“To be or not to be - that is the question-”
“To be!” Aziraphale exclaimed. “I mean, not to be! Come on, Hamlet. Buck up!” He turned to (name) with excitement, but it quickly died when he saw the bored look on not only her face, but on Crowley’s as well. Still, the actor gave him a grateful thumbs up and continued on. (name) had to keep from laughing when she noticed Shakespeare mouthing along to the soliloquy, looking very proud of himself.
“He’s very good, isn’t he?” Aziraphale gushed.
“Age does not wither nor custom stale his infinite variety.” Crowley dramatized. (name) watched as Shakespeare reached for his pocket, stating how he ‘liked that’ and wandered away while scratching it down on a scrap of paper.
They stood there a few moments longer, listening to the soliloquy.
“What do you want?” Aziraphale finally spoke, popping another grape into his mouth. (Name) took this opportunity to snag a few, cradling them in her hand as she trained her eyes on the man standing on stage.
“Why might you be insinuating that I might possibly want some?” He was behind them now, coming to stand on Aziraphale’s side.
“You’re up to no good.”
“And the two of you are up to good, I take it? Lots of good deeds?” (Name) spared him a glance. He wasn’t even trying to pretend that he was watching the play. Even behind his glasses she could see him glancing at her, then back to Aziraphale.
“Well there is no rest for the…” Aziraphale paused, causing (name) to snicker. The actor on stage threw her a look, which she chose to ignore. “Good.”
“We’re meant to be heading up to Edinburgh at the end of the week. Aziraphale has a couple of blessings to do and I have a minor miracle to perform.” (Name) popped a couple of the grapes into her mouth - they were the perfect mixture of sweet and sour, causing her to hum with joy.
“Oh? Is that right?” Crowley looked at her again and (Name) fought to keep a smile off her face. “Well, I’m meant to be heading to Edinburgh end of the week as well - tempting a clan leader to steal some caddle.”
“Doesn’t sound like hard work.” Aziraphale piped in, too focused on the play and his food to realize what was coming next.
“Well, that’s why I thought…” this caught Aziraphale’s attention, and he all but snapped his head in Crowley’s direction. “Well, it’s be a bit of a waste.” Crowley was starting to smile again. He knew exactly what he was doing. “All of us going all the way to Scotland.”
“You cannot possibly be insinuating,” Azirapahe was beginning to raise his voice, and (Name) hushed him before the actor could throw another tantrum. “What I infer you are implying.” He said in a hushed tone.
“It’s not like we haven’t done it before.” Crowley was turned to watch the play now, but (name) never looked away from him. “The arrangement-“
“Don’t say that.” Aziraphale demanded.
“Our respective head offices don’t actually care how things get done, they just want to know they can cross it off the list.
“Yes, but if hell found out they wouldn’t just be mad,” Aziraphale reminded him. “They would destroy you.” The joy of seeing the demon had finally worn off as (name) let Aziraphale’s words sink in.
They would destroy you.
“Nobody ever needs to know.” Crowley said, lifting a hand to show them a rusted coin. “I’ll toss you for Edinburgh.”
There was a pregnant pause. (Name) could feel the words forming on the tip of her tongue. We shouldn’t do this, she wanted to say. It’s way too dangerous. But she couldn’t. Because a life without seeing Crowley every now and again would be… well, she’s not sure it would be worth living.
“Fine,” Aziraphale sighed. “Heads.” Crowley smiled. Then, he held the coin out to her.
“Would you do us the honor?” He asked. As (name) took the coin, her fingers brushed gently against his own, and despite how well dressed he was and how warm it was, his fingers were cold. Aziraphale’s eyes were trained on the coin so he didn’t see when Crowley gave her a sly wink.
The other arrangement.
(Name) held onto a sigh as she flipped the coin, fingers snapping gently as she did. When the coin landed, she knew it would be tails, but she played her part and gave a small groan of annoyance.
“Well, brother of mine, it looks like we will be the ones going to Scotland.” She displayed the coin. “Guess I’m just a bit unlucky.” She lied.
Before either of them could speak, they heard the bard moaning from the other side of the pit.
“It’s been like this every performance Juliet, a complete dud. It would take a miracle to get anyone to come and see Hamlet.” (Name) didn’t miss the look Aziraphale gave Crowley. The same face he gave her when he wanted something sweet, or was begging her to help him get a new book.
Crowley scrunched up his nose, but let out a defeated sigh.
“Fine, I’ll do that one.” He said. “My treat.”
“Oh, really?” (Name) shuffled a bit, annoyed words threatening to spill from her lips. But Crowley spoke up quickly.
“I still prefer the funny ones.” He gave (name) one last glance before making his way toward the exit of the theater, probably on his way to start on his demonic miracle. It was at that moment that (name) realized she was still holding Crowley’s coin.
“Oh, bugger.” She muttered. “Could you hold on a moment, brother. I will return in just a moment.”
“Is everything alright?”
“Quite. Just need a breather, is all.” He didn’t seem to like that answer, but didn’t argue as (name) tore away from him and walked towards the theater exit. As she popped out onto the empty streets, she could feel eyes on her. To her left, Crowley was leaning up against a wall, waiting for her.
“Sneaky bastard.” She said, “You forgot something.” She said, holding out the coin to him. He stared at it for a moment, but didn’t hold out a hand to take it. So she pulled back, slipping the coin into a pocket she had secretly sewn into her dress. “Is everything okay, Crowley?”
“How are you?” (name) was taken aback by the question, but Crowley seemed genuine in his curiosity.
“I am… fine.”
“You seem happy.” He said. “Even if you weren’t enjoying the show, you just seem… happier.”
“Well,” (name) started. “I am. Times are changing. I haven’t had to visit upstairs in quite a while. And Aziaraphale is happy. So I am happy.”
“Good. That’s… good.” There was silence between them. “I still owe you from last time, too.” He said. (name) hummed in agreement - she hadn’t gotten her promised dance lesson for the last temptation she had assisted him with.
“I guess this next one will just have to be a bit longer, then, no?”
“It would seem.” Crowley was smiling. “Have fun in Edinburgh, Angel.”
“Have fun with Hamlet, Demon.” She shot back, trying not to laugh as he grimaced. Crowley pushed off the wall and began to saunter off, leaving (name) to return to her brother. When she reached into her pocket, she couldn’t help but laugh to herself.
Hey! Just wanted to let you know: "Don't Turn Your Eyes Away From Me" redirects to "The Fear Of Parenting" when clicked on the link! Hope you have a great day/night! x
Thank you for telling me hun! I’ve updated the link so hopefully it should work now 😄😄😄
yall, please reblog and share this post because i am seeing more and more people taking road trips instead of flying. which i understand cause it’s cheaper and and safer cause of rona but i want you guys to stay safe.
IF YOU ARE A PERSON OF COLOR AND/OR LGBTQ DRIVING THROUGHT GEORGIA, DO NOT STOP IN CUMMING, GA. DO NOT STOP IN FORSYTH COUNTY, GA PERIOD.
yes it’s a sundown town but don’t even stop there during the day. that place is full of hate and white supremacy. there are numerous stories in the news about this place with black people going missing, beaten, and murdered. this town has been like this since the early 1900s and nothing has changed. please avoid it if you can.
Even if the polls are ridiculous you still have to vote
Even if the experts say it’s over you still have to vote
Even if the newscasters have called your state you still have to vote
Elections are decided by the people who show up on election day. All the polls in the world don’t mater if you don’t go into the booth and make a choice. All the experts can be (and frequently are) wrong if you don’t go into the booth and make a choice. News media tend to call stats at 5% of votes tallied. If your polls are still open, you can still change things.
Don’t let a strong summer showing in the media dissuade you. You still have to show up in November. It does matter. If people see their candidate winning and decide that they don’t have to show up and be heard, there is a chance the other side will rally. You have to participate. No matter what.
Voting this year is more challenging than ever, which means it’s more important than ever.
If your vote didn’t matter, they wouldn’t try so hard to discourage you from voting.
If you’re eligible and registered to vote in this election, please do so. Vote down the whole ballot. Vote in your local elections too, that’s where the MOST change is made, and your vote has the MOST impact. This makes things get better, going all the way to the top.
Oh hey! I did have a nice day. Things have been weird as of late but I got to talk to a bunch of friends yesterday and played Jackbox so that was fun. Sorry it took a day to answer this I don’t check this blog as often anymore :(
If you see a member of a minority class fighting a violation of their civil rights and you decide to throw yourself, uninvited, into the disagreement on the side of the person violating their civil rights, you are officially one of life’s villains and I hope you fall off a cliff.
I just want to clarify- even though McConnell and other republicans have slammed on the “NO NO NO we aren’t doing that” brakes- we should still be concerned.
Between this and Trump’s refusal to commit to election results, he is deliberately undermining his base’s trust in the electoral process. By citing “voter fraud” as his reason to try to delay the election, now even though the election WILL happen on time, if (when) he loses, he can claim that the election was illegitimate- that it was voter fraud, that he warned us, that he knew it was rigged, that Congress didn’t do enough to stop all the ~fraud~ that he knew was there, and he will refuse to step aside peacefully.
He has been placing armed mercenaries in major American cities run by democratic mayors, and he is laying the groundwork to claim that the election is illegitimate if (when) he loses.
You need to vote, so that both the Electoral College and the Popular vote are against him, and when this asshole finally breaks the tradition of the peaceful transition of power (which is what he is planning), when you need to be willing to protest and fight more than you ever have before.
Like, I do not want to be an alarmist here, but we could be looking at like… Congress having to send in armed men to remove this man from office, and depending how the Republicans in power and his base handle that, we could be looking at a level of violence in the transition of power that is literally unheard of in the US.
