A veces simplemente dejo que las ideas fluyan en mi cabeza, como un río y nunca lo detengo ni represo, no necesito guardarlo, debo escribirlo, hay situaciones en las que plasmo todas mis ideas en un papel, mientras que otras simplemente caen en cascada de mi cabeza y no van a ningún lado más que el suelo, donde nadie las lee.
A collection of some of my favourite fics from the first week post-release under the cut. All ineffable husbands/spouses but a mix of post season 2 fix-its, ending re-writes and stories inspired by various points throughout the season! All are complete and most in this list are one-shots with a few exceptions.
Please remember to leave comments and kudos on AO3! I've tried to include tumblr handles where they were mentioned.
Our Homeward Steps | lindsey_grissom
A series set after series 2 of the show, telling the story of how an angel and a demon find their way back to each other.
A three part series spanning the end of series 2, the likely plot of series 3 and the two working out their issues at the end of it all. It's so well written and paced without being melodramatic or wallowing, and part three just gives all the feels.
gently play on your heartstrings | dollsome
Crowley and Aziraphale, after “Every Day.” (Spoilers for season two.)
A believeable reunion, a brief break for another apocalypse, then the quiet aftermath. The dialogue's perfectly in character and wonderfully written.
break you right back | omnishambles (@the-omnishambles)
For a whole forty-three minutes and fifteen seconds, Aziraphale does not think about Crowley.
Post-s2 finale. Maybe this new job isn't all it's cracked up to be.
Love the way Heaven is written here, that there is the genuine threat of what could happen if Aziraphale doesn't go along with their plans. Equally love the speed at which things are resolved as it feels very true to the show (and I'd expect something relatively succint if and when we do get s3).
Something is Wrong in the Universe | luciferfemme
Something is wrong, Nina can sense it, but she's not quite sure what to do about it. Luckily Maggie is there to help figure out where the angel and demon have gone.
While this is very much an Aziraphale/Crowley story the framing with Nina and Maggie really made it stand out and they are SO well written.
to the bed of spices | solsides (@girlbloggercrowley)
So, when it mattered most: Aziraphale turned back, an Orpheus. A lamb to the slaughter, who was not yet clear: which way lay the knife?
This Eurydice wanted no second life. Eurydice would love from Hell.
Like the myths, Crowley was gone. A bookshop owner should have seen the story in the stars.
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or: post season two, an acceptance of sorts
Listen, I'm a sucker for any fic inspired by the Eurydice and Orpheus myth. This fic has it all: the Metatron is genuinely menacing; Muriel's characterisation is perfect, it was such a joy anytime they appeared; Aziraphale and Beezlebub have the most perfectly bitchy convesation and the end just ties it all together brilliantly.
come raise your flag upon me | trinityofone
“Would you care to do the honors?” the Metatron asks.
Aziraphale persuades Crowley to accompany him to Heaven, to be Forgiven.
Things get...weirder before they get better.
While I'm loving all the fix-it fic this one really stood out for taking a different route and taking it so well. Crowley goes to Heaven, is forgiven, and has his memory wiped back to the creation of the universe.
5 Times Crowley Did the Apology Dance, and 1 Time Aziraphale Did It Instead | ineffableidiocy
As the title says, 5 times Crowley was wrong and had to do the season 2 apology dance, and 1 time Aziraphale did it instead. Self-indulgent fix-it fic, Neil Gaiman you will be single-handedly funding my therapy from now on.
SEASON 2 REFERENCES - potential spoilers!
Love fics like this with glimpses into their shared history. The author does a great job at keeping something that could easily devolve into crack (the dance) believeable and true to the characters.
shinin' down like water | contritecactite (@contritecactite)
He's always been late, himself, so perhaps it's not surprising that he finds himself in this situation: politely avoiding eye contact with the Voice of the Almighty on an interminable ride in a flawless white lift. Well, not so flawless after all; there's a scuff mark in one corner that looks just a bit like a snake, if he squints. Yes, in fact—just like the kind Crowley used to leave behind in casual acts of vandalism in the places they visited. Stone walls, sidewalks, picnic tables, bar tops—there must be thousands around the world by now, little breadcrumbs, proof of Crowley's existence.
Such a wonderfully unique take on the 'Aziraphale has second thoughts on the lift to heaven' trope.
streets paved with stars (magic abroad in the air) | Path_Finder
“Do you think this’ll all, ever, be over?” Crowley asks.
“This meaning...” Aziraphale nearly shudders under the weight of the conversation. He twists his ring around in a quick circle, trying to dissipate some of his nervousness. “Us?”
Crowley swallows. Taps a finger against the table. “Yeah. This meaning, ngk, this meaning us.”
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Aziraphale and Crowley talk over wine after the West End Magic Show.
A lovely missing scene fic from 2x04. The come so close to actually communicating and you can feel the longing.
And the comet that led you home | Elysya (@elisyanbox)
Aziraphale insisted, “is there any place where I can sit down and figure out my job?” He cast his eyes around the large corridor, where his colleagues were still arguing against each other.
It was like he was not even needed for them to keep chatting. Oh, well.
“Somewhere… like what?”
“An office,” he tried, desperate. “Or even just a desk, I’m not particularly picky on the subject.”
“The Supreme Archangel never had a desk,” Michael interfered somewhere to his left. “We would want that to be made quite clear, in case there are any further doubts about it.”
A story about them, finding their own way and being irrimediably drawn to each other. Don't ask why, it's ineffable.
Focuses on their time apart. Despite his best efforts, Crowley accidentally befriends the mother of the second coming.
when two lovers meet in Proxima Centauri | heydoeydoey
The Archangel Gabriel and Beelzebub, Duke of Hell
request the honour of your presence
at their wedding
4:00 pm on Tuesday, 9th of January
Proxima Centauri
Such a fun and unique premise. Everyone's perfectly in character and I just love the supporting cast in this.
well-versed in etiquette, extraordinarily nice | laiqualaurelote (@laiqualaurelote)
Once she had said to him, hoping to probe: “It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.”
To which Mr Crowley had only responded: “What do you know of the universe, Miss Austen?”
In which Jane Austen, criminal mastermind and aspiring novelist, pulls off the 1810 Clerkenwell Diamond Robbery, with the help of a certain demon.
Jane's double lives with Crowley and Aziraphale respectively converge in this brilliant fic. The author has definitely done their research!
The Courage of Stars | irishavalon
"And he feels this ache in the base of his rib cage that he hasn’t felt in a long time. Not since before the Earth was created, not since before Eden, before the temptation of Eve, when he finally saw that angel–now with blackened wings and snake-like eyes– again. This pain at the base of his rib cage that he hasn’t felt since… angels Fell from Heaven. Fell from God. Something he would not have believed possible if he had not witnessed the Fall himself and watched that streak of gorgeous red hair Fall from his grasp into Nothingness."
Aziraphale goes to Heaven, and regrets it almost immediately.
There's a scene in this where Aziraphale talks to Gabriel (who is very much post-Jim) that is such a joy due to how Gabriel immediatly dismantles all of Aziraphale's notions of Heaven being genuine. Also a big fan of stories with Aziraphale using his time in heaven to look at certain records.
Not for All My Little Words | mia_ugly (@mia-ugly), soft_october (@soft-october-night)
Aziraphale has read every book in his shop at least once. He has reread some of his favored volumes dozens of times, has memorized whole great swaths of them. If his own words are insufficient to convince Crowley of his sincerity, then perhaps the words of others can!
(He might have the decency to ask the books what they thought of this plan. The books had been watching the two of them for over a hundred years, and certainly had a great deal to say on the matter. But Aziraphale neglects to consult them, and thus will be very unprepared for what happens next.)
Back on earth, Aziraphale tries to apologize.
A delightful fic where Aziraphale draws inspiration from books and movies to try to apologise to Crowley.
Breakup (With A Capital B) | Jennistar
Mr Six Shots of Espresso is going through a Breakup (with a capital B). Nina, Maggie and Muriel help as best they can.
One of my new favourite genres of fic is 'Whickber Street rallies around Crowley' and this is a perfect example of why. This is also a great character study of Nina as she begins spending more time with Maggie.
The Nature of Sorry | Verayne
"Oh, Crowley." The angel takes a step further into the bookshop, words tumbling out in an unpractised rush. "I didn't even make it halfway up the lift before I realised what a terrible mistake I was making."
Crowley can feel Aziraphale's eyes on him. If he looks they'll be big and shiny and pleading, exquisitely beseeching in his regret. So he doesn't look. He's heard the words before, near enough. Seen the expression before, too. Fool him once, and all that.
Such a lovely, understated fix-it for the last episode that feels really true to the way the show would handle this.
everywhere | vivahate (@gothicwoes)
Something in Crowley snaps. He’s hearing what his heart needs, what it’s wanted to hear for ages, yet instead of long-sought relief all he feels is anger so bright and hot, he feels like he might catch on fire. A growl rips from his throat, unbidden and he stalks out of the room, out of the house, out into the raging storm.
It is no match to the storm brewing inside.
He doesn’t bother counting.
It will do nothing.
Lightning passes through him and he roars along. It hits a tree nearby and the emotional release only leaves him all the more empty.
Even now he can feel Aziraphale’s presence, watchful, careful. His angel in despair. But still looking out for him.
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(or; Aziraphale uncovers what Heaven was actually trying to accomplish by appointing him as a leader, grovels and gets his priorities straight. And the world does not end this time around either.)
Crowley is forced to go into hiding when Heaven decides to finally deal with him. This seamlessly brings together characters from seasons 1 and 2 and the tension throughout is deliciously paced.
i slithered here from eden (just to sit outside your door) | WithRecklessAbandon
“Shall I dance?”
(A million sunsets back, their hands laced, circling each other, hair lit by chandeliers and candles. Close, but not close enough. Spinning and shuffling, cards in a tarot deck. The lovers right side up.)
“Crowley?” Aziraphale hedges after a while. The demon’s mouth only makes a vague, noncommittal mumble. Caught in a dream. When Aziraphale steps back, presumably to give himself space to curtsy, Crowley’s hand clutches Aziraphale’s arm of its own volition.
“Don’t go far,” Crowley says. It comes out a humiliating, honest beg. “Just… just stand next to me. For a moment. If you can.”
Aziraphale nods. “I can. I will.”
“Will you?”
...
Alternatively, Crowley breaks. Aziraphale won't let him. Breakfast at the Ritz, anyone?
The imagery in this is beautiful and both Crowley and Aziraphale do some soul searching which makes this feel like such a nice balanced story.
On With The Show | Owenjones
An alternate take on the season 2 ending.
You know what they say about kissing. It can stop time.
A fantastic twist on what happened in the final moments of season 2. I love when people are able to completely rewrites the context of scenes without actually undoing anything we saw on screen.
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