Have been meaning to do this for a while, so here it goes: A list of my AO3 stories (and poems). I'll update it when I release something new, and I've added a list of my Good Omentober 2023 series in chronological order - because let's face it, it is all over the place chronologically but interconnected and should you wish to read it in order, it's not particularly easy without it.
Stories
Human AU
Living Fiction
Rated: T - 4 chapters - 20,806 words - status: complete
For two years self-published romance writer Azariah Fell has been coming to this café, three times a week on a schedule. He likes to work there, with easy access to refreshing hot drinks and delicious pastries, and always sits at the same table, directly at the window with the street right in view. And if he is honest, it's the view that he's coming for - but not of the street.
Right across the street is the florist shop 'Serpens et Horto', and the proprietor Anthony Crowley keeps drawing his eyes. Azariah regularly finds himself buying plants and flowers at that shop, even though he had known nothing about plants when he first came to this café. So, is it really a surprise when one of the main characters in his latest book has a striking resemblance to Anthony Crowley?
This post is getting awfully long so you can read an Excerpt here.
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Canon & Canon divergent
Infernal Intrigue and Heavenly Escapades
Rated: E - 9 chapters - 67943 words - status: complete
It's 2001 and Aziraphale is in Heaven for a dreaded Performance Review. On his way out (finally), he comes across an oddly familiar looking angel...
or:
The jig is up. Someone - a lower-ranked demon - noticed Aziraphale and Crowley working together. And they have evidence. How will our heroes cope?
Excerpt can be found here, here for chapter 2
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Goodomentober series
These following stories are all from my Goodomentober series 2023 (so named because they are all written for prompts from a list posted October 2023 - yes, I'm a slow writer ;) ). This list contains my first stories in this fandom and the first I had written after years of not writing anything at all.
So far these are the only stories I have, but more are coming. (One is already written and now in edit (for an event) and will post in November. I have two more in different planning stages. And a bunch more in planning for this series below.
Before We Became What We Are
Rated: T - 2 chapters - 6,989 words - status: complete
My first ever Good Omens story (and the first thing I had written in a few years altogether).
Pre-Fall. The first chapter is Aziraphale musing about that red-haired angel he'd met and has since not managed to meet again, though he wished. And then strange things are happening in Heaven.
The second chapter is mostly from pre-Fall Crowley's POV and deals with the Fall.
Excerpt
After Lucifer went down we others went down much quicker. A few at a time, the archangels were now only watching over the proceedings and let angels of a lower rank do the dirty work. Some seemed to get some kind of satisfaction out of it, others showed only stoicism. Some of us went over with a similarly calm face, others screamed and yet more cursed the angels as they fell. But still one after the other we were pulled toward the edge and thrown over.
I was terrified, of course I was terrified. But I would not let them see it. I could at least keep some semblance of pride. All I had ever done was ask questions and wonder why - and this was to be my punishment? So be it.
“Like this it will take forever,” I heard Micheal mumble. “You there,” she said as she turned to the guards. "Help the others get rid of the traitors.”
Oh no. Most of the guarding angels went immediately, always eager to follow orders. Aziraphale hesitated. Because of course he did.
“Surely, you want some of us to stand guard still?” he asked Micheal quietly.
“What for? All the traitors are right there and being dealt with. Get on with it!”
Like Twinkling Stars
Rated: T - 1 chapter - 3,040 words - status: complete
Post Season 2. Crowley is miserable, to say the least. It's been months since Aziraphale left for Heaven to become Archangel Supreme. Crowley is on the rooftop of the bookshop, drunk and drinking more, because what else is he supposed to do?
Mind the tags: this is hurt/comfort, so it's got a good ending (that leads directly into the last chapter of another story of this series).
Excerpt
“Ugh, damn it all to hell!” He lifted the stupid bottle to his mouth and gulped down the last of the liquor. When he dropped his arm again, he just let it fall to the side, not enough will left to do it properly. His hand hit the roof with a bit too much force. The bottle shattered in his right hand, spraying him and the rooftop with shards. The wetness he felt on his right palm probably meant he was bleeding but he didn’t care. He was spiralling, he knew he was, and he was helpless to stop it. His left hand came up to rub harshly over his face. Crowley decided that the moisture he felt there must be the soft drizzle that had begun to fall. Or possible splattered liquor. Or blood. Anything that wasn’t bloody pathetic.
Summoning Salvation
Rated: T - 7 chapters - 32,116 words - status: complete
It's been a few months since the world didn't end. Aziraphale and Crowley have begun to settle into a new normal. Then one day, a young woman enters Aziraphale's bookshop in some distress and with a dangerous request. Of course, Aziraphale can't let her go without helping her somehow. So now our ineffable idiots have to find out what happened and how to convince her not to go through with her plans, so the angel can save her.
Involves terrible planning and rash decisions, some actual talking! *gasp* But only a little, so don't worry. ;) Alcohol, fast driving, Aziraphale being bad with modern tech, a few injuries, half-snake Crowley, Crowley a bit less dressed than he usually appears, Crowley getting furious and Aziraphale actually being quite capable, thank you (at some things anyway).
Excerpt
“Oh, alright.” He cleared his throat. “That young woman was looking for a few books she hasn’t been able to find. She said she needs them for a paper she is writing.”
“Okay,” Crowley said, sprawling all over his couch. “Go on.”
“Her list was… unusual.”
“Must’ve been if she couldn’t find the titles anywhere else.”
Aziraphale sat up a little straighter. “My collection isn’t strange.”
“Never said it was, angel,” Crowley said with a huff. “But what would a student be looking for here that she couldn’t find in a library? You’re stalling. Get on with it.”
Aziraphale took the list back out of his pocket, straightened it out and handed it to Crowley. His eyes slid over to the window and he sighed. That perfect sunbeam to read in was long gone by now.
Crowley let out a whistle. “Yeah, alright. She’d get in trouble with these. Direct route to a miserable eternity, I’d say.”
“Uh-huh.” The angel nodded in agreement. He felt Crowley’s gaze again, it was even more intense than before. Still, he kept his face calm. Or what he thought must look calm. And continued looking outside. Then at his desk. And his vest. Oh, there was a button coming loose. He would have to remember to fix that later.
He heard a rustling. A glance confirmed that Crowley had sat up straight. “What did you do, angel?”
With Her as Our Witness
Rated: M - 8 chapters - 38,458 words - status: complete
The story of the Ineffable Idiots through moments in and around the Bentley. Or somehow related to the Bentley... It makes sense when you read it.
Also, the story of the Bentley and how she became what she is.
Starts off in 1933 and ends when Aziraphale returns from Heaven. Shows moments in their time together (and apart) and contains my first attempts at steamy scenes. (Hence the M rating.)
(Also @mielpetite has done art for this (thank you again!!))
Excerpt (from the 2021 chapter)
“You do.”
Aziraphale opened his eyes again and threw a puzzled expression Crowley’s way.
“Do what?”
“Eat, drink,” the demon said, pointing at him. “Dancsse.”
He was swaying with the music. “This isn’t dancing. Now the Gavotte–”
“‘s long dead, angel,” Crowley interrupted. He finished the last of the wine in his glass and put it away, before looking through the records Aziraphale had taken out.
Aziraphale sighed once more. “Shame. Took a dreadfully long time to learn. ‘n I w’s good!”
“Ssshame I never got to sssee,” Crowley said with a wink.
And there he went, blushing again. Dreadful demon, he always delighted in making him blush. Aziraphale didn’t like blushing - what an utterly useless reaction for the human body to have. But he did like seeing Crowley enjoy himself. A daunting dilemma, that.
The Darkest Moment
Rated: T - 1 chapter - 3,163 words - status: complete
It's 2019, Aziraphale and Crowley just made it through the apocalypse and their subsequent trials. Freedom - for now. But there are still some open questions, at least for Crowley.
Despite the title, this actually contains a lot of fluff and banter.
Excerpt
“What do you mean?” Aziraphale asked in return, and lifted his glass to take a sip from his wine - a wonderful Château Lafite-Rothschild he had acquired around 40 years ago and kept for a special occasion. The world not ending and their respective head offices - former head offices now - not succeeding in destroying them and them subsequently brokering their freedom must count as a most special occasion.
Crowley was seated in his usual spot on the sofa - if one felt gracious enough to call whatever it was the demon did with furniture ‘being seated’ - and waved the hand holding his own glass around at their surroundings.
When Aziraphale only blinked in confusion, he added: “The bookshop.”
Well, that certainly clarified nothing. Granted, they had been drinking off and on for most of the day since lunch, and he wasn’t quite what you’d call sober. But he liked to believe that he wasn’t plastered enough for his faculties to have left him entirely. So he should have been able to understand the question if Crowley hadn’t been quite so vague. Clearly.
“What about the bookshop?”
“How did it happen?”
“Just repeating it isn’t going to make me understand your question any more, Crowley. How did what happen?”
A frustrated growl. “You can’t possibly–!” Crowley took a deep breath, a hefty sip from his own glass, and tried once more in a calmer voice. “How did it burn down?”
Purge
Rated: T - 1 chapter - 2,905 words - status: complete
Everything is finally well, another apocalypse has been prevented (somehow), and they don't have to worry about Heaven and Hell any more. Aziraphale is back in his bookshop, that had been under Muriel's care all this time, but that leaves him (and by extension Crowley, much to his dismay) with a lot to do. Then Crowley comes across some stuff Aziraphale meant to put away (hoard) in case it might be needed again.
Excerpt
“‘Cause I’m about ready to throw some of your beloved Shakespeare out of the window and call a tempest down on it.” Which would only be fitting, really.
“Don’t you dare!”
“Stop me then,” he called out with a mischievous grin. Oh, how he liked teasing Aziraphale. And it had only become more enjoyable since his return from Heaven.
“Patience, dear.”
“Still a demon. As I recall telling you not too long ago, patience is a virtue. Demons are not known to be virtuous.”
An overly dramatic, exasperated sigh that was loud enough to be heard all the way down here was his answer. Crowley grinned.
“Yes, yes, I’m already on my way down.”
All Love's Luxuries
Rated: E - 1 chapter - 17,881 words - status: complete
Aziraphale is back from Heaven, and they had finally had a good talk. And made out in the Bentley. But the Bentley really isn't the place for a good first time, especially not when you've been waiting for thousands of years and - okay, so Crowley would have been fine with the Bentley. But Aziraphale wants to go somewhere more comfortable, and if there is one thing Crowley always tries to do, it's to give Aziraphale whatever he wants.
Excerpt
“Not here.” Crowley snorted and grabbed Aziraphale by the waistband, pulling him along. “Come with me.”
He led him through the plant room and took a left to his bedroom.
“Glass wall? Where is the door?” came the incredulous voice from behind.
“It’s stylish, angel.”
“It’s also very… open.”
“We made out in the Bentley.” He chuckled as he pulled Aziraphale to stand at the foot of the bed. “Bit late for this now. And there’s no one here but us.”
“The plants are here.”
“Sit.” Crowley lifted an eyebrow in disbelief and pushed Aziraphale to sit down. “The plants can’t see.”
“They can hear.”
“As can the Bentley,” he said with a huff, and pushed Aziraphale’s legs apart with his foot. “As I remember, we were making some quite lewd noises earlier.”
Oh, this time he could watch the blush spread down his chest. How adorable. And hot. And yet he knew that the smile that was spreading over his face - against his wish - was nothing but adoring.
He held Aziraphale’s face gently in his hands and placed a soft kiss on those stunned lips.
“Look, I’m sure she didn’t care. Didn’t she try to encourage us to continue? And the plants are used to all kinds of noises from me,” he told the angel pointedly.
“Oh.” Aziraphale looked around as if he was only properly seeing the bedroom now. Crowley watched with interest as his fingers slid over his sheets, feeling them. “You have– uh, in here?”
“Just this morning.” Crowley sank to his knees and winked at his angel. “Thinking of you.”
Chronological List
Since my Goodomentober series is all interconnected and a bit difficult to read in chronological order, here is a list. (Will be updated as I post more, of course.)
Before We Became What We Are
With Her as Our Witness - Chapters '1933', '1941', '1967', '2008', '2019'
The Darkest Moment
Summoning Salvation
With Her as Our Witness - Chapters '2021', '2023'
Like Twinkling Stars
With Her as Our Witness - Chapter 'Now'
All Love's Luxuries
Purge
Poems
I also have a bunch of poems. You can find them here on AO3.
