#goc2021

[faalthien]

A little bit of a good person and enough of a bastard to be worth knowing.  To the future. 

(Let’s pretend there is two of them because I’ve planned it that way, not because I could not decide.) 

All of the weekend together: 

[Crowley] [Aziraphale]

[tyrograph]

Drive By

This has been in the works for a little while, and I am so pleased to share it with you to start off the Good Omens 31st anniversary Celebrations! Such a foul demonic disruption of your important work, Aziraphale! Smite him later...

[holycatsandrabbits]

Part 3 of Giant Post of Completed Good Omens Human AU’s: May 2021

Hey it's been a bit, sorry, but I am back! I now aim for this to be an ongoing series that will appear on the first of every month. Thank you so much to all the creators out there who bring us so much joy!

Also! A searchable list of all of my Good Omens human AU recs.

You can use it to find fics where Aziraphale is a librarian, or fics with Ineffable Wives, etc.

More of my Completed Good Omens Human AU Recs on Tumblr

And more Good Omens recs from me here: Dannye’s fic recs Dannye’s artist recs

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Series: (not all of these series are complete but the fics in them are finished)

arise, my darling, and go forth 43,548 words, Rated E; and and our bed is verdant 3214 words, Rated E, by @naromoreau (C & A are Catholic priests) Based on an AU by @gayforgoodomens. The separate AU Love and Joy and Happiness series by @d20owlbear is also based on the gayforgoodomens AU.

Bike Girls by @dietraumerei Rated G-E (Ineffable Wives: C & A meet after A has a minor bike accident)

Good Omens Meet-Cutes by @bornonthesavage (Ao3 KiaraMGrey) Rated T-E. (Series contains unrelated fics. Part 1: Bartender C & customer A; Part 2: C & A are strangers who meet on a train; Part 3: Stripper C & birthday boy A; Parts 4 & 5: A is a religious solicitor at C's door; Part 6: Waiter C & customer A; Part 7: C & A are university students; Part 8: fast food worker C & customer A)

It Was Always You by @mltrefry-ficwriter (Ao3 Mltrefry) Rated G-T (C & A are ex-best friends)

Serpents and Pyramids by @springapreppe (Ao3: Boredom) 95,821 words, Rated E (literary agent C and writer A). Sequel: Crowley's Very Romantic Date 3953 words, Rated M

Spooky Time Stories by @zephyrofalltrades. Rated G-M. (Series contains several human AUs. Part 1: C & A are ghosts; part 2: A is a bookshop owner; Part 3: C & A are college roommates; part 4: sex worker C, vampire hunter A; part 5: C & A are accused witches; part 9: C & A visit a haunted house; part 12: babysitter C and knight A

The Night We Met by @izabella95 Rated G-T (C & A are neighbors)

Well, That Was A Thing (Good Omens One-Shots) by @mizgirl100880 (Ao3 Zakani_Donovan), Rated T (Series contains several human AUs: Part 2: Book/radio/TV versions of C are brothers and meet the Book/radio/TV brothers A; Part 4: Florist C and tattoo artist A from @janthonyashtoreth's “Ink and Flowers” AU; Part 11: C & A are high school teachers; Part 12: C & A are college roommates; Part 13: Dr. C and A as caregiver for 11-yr-old Adam; Part 14: Caterer C & wedding planner A; Part 30: C & A are former lovers and new neighbors; Part 33: C & A are boyfriends moving in together) Note: this series appears in an earlier rec list and is included again because it contains new AUs

Windows by AppleSeeds Rated T-E (Window cleaner C & office worker A)

Single Fics:

Across the Line by @hope-inthedark, @mehrto, and @zepuffer 31,006 words, Rated T (Musician C and university student A)

An Adagio For Two (A Pas de Deux) by @amadness2method (Ao3: CynSyn) 5228 words, Rated E (Dancer C, choreographer A)

An Angel Among the Evergreens by @eveningstarcatcher 4953 words, Rated G (Christmas tree seller C & mysterious man A - no spoilers!)

Angel Face with a Taste for Suicidal by Lor_Lupin 35,038 words, Rated E (C & A are punk musicians)

A Nice Cup of Tea and a Sit-Down by @kanna-ophelia 4710 words, Rated T (Ineffable wives: Dr. C & cuddle therapist A)

Anthony in Love by @the-bentley 103,959 words, Rated E (Rich kid C and university student A)

A Simple Plan and a Cappucino by mozbee 7109 words, Rated T (C sees A get dumped by his boyfriend at a coffee shop)

Ask the Question by GaryOldman 8424 words, Rated M (C and A work for rival social media companies)

As Thou Art With Sin by @moveslikebucky 2275 words, Rated E (C & A are priests)

Breaking the Habit by @summerofspock 1624 words, Rated E (IT worker C & weed dealer A)

Deliver His Soul From Hell by @moveslikebucky 2254 words, Rated E (C & A are cowboys)

Dreams Told in Flowers and Stars by @izabella95 29,905 words, Rated M (C & A are university students)

Faster Than a Speeding Bentley by @moondawntreader (Ao3 nightbloomingcereus) 76,497 words, Rated M (Superhero C and reporter A)

Fortunate coincidence by @mimsynims 17,528 words, Rated M (Patron C and librarian A)

Frights and Feelings by @jamgrlsblog (Ao3 jamgrl) 3955 words, Rated T (Ineffable wives: C & A are best friends)

Go Tonight by @ineffableomenshusbands (Ao3 Dashicra1) 3850 words, Rated T (C & A are high school students)

Ineffable Evals by @pineapplesquid 1771 words, Rated G (C & A are professors)

Just Like You Were Brand New by SilenceDogood117 30,133 words, Rated T (Ineffable wives: C is a former friend of librarian A)

Lofton Cares by @slow-burn-sally 43,028 words, Rated E (Rock star C and drug counselor A)

Mug Mysteries by @izabella95, 1987 words, Rated G (C & A are co-workers in an office)

Nothing compares to you by @nieded 9550 words, Rated E (Priest C and bookseller A)

Of Ducks and Ineffability by ranguvar82 29,130 words, Rated M (Children's amusement park worker C and dad A)

Operation A MAN FOR AIZRAPHEL by Himitsu_no, 7416 words, Rated G (Rock musician C and office worker A, misspelling of Aziraphale is intentional)

Plot Twist by @lady-divine-writes (Ao3 White Queen Writes) 2292 words, Rated T. (Ineffable wives: C & A are actors)

Right to Rise by tenandi 15,999 words, Rated M (Farmer C & librarian A in 1895)

Rough enough for love by Nekhen 403,339 words, Rated E (Tabloid reporter C and librarian A fake a relationship)

Shotgun Wedding: sometimes a first date requires paperwork by @charlottemadison42 204,988 words, Rated E (C has custody of his nephew Adam, A is Adam's teacher)

Sunglasses and an Umbrella by AppleSeeds 2424 words, Rated T (C & A meet at a pool, based on the behind the scenes photo)

The Auntie Trap by @meli-productions (Ao3 PrincessDianaArtemis) 3497 words, Rated T (Ineffable Wives: C & A discover they have identical nephews)

The Beginning of the Rest of their Lives by @tawnyontumblr (Ao3 TawnyOwl95) 3002 words, Rated T (Ineffable wives: barista C & customer A)

The Devil To Your Angel by @rainydaydecaf 2595 words, Rated G (C & A are office co-workers)

The Fabric of Your Hair by @saretton 28,832 words, Rated E (Hairdresser C and tailor A)

The Great Plan (in 3 Easy Steps!) by sunflcwers 8245 words, Rated T (Realtor C and coffee shop manager A)

The Husband of My Heart 4537 words, Rated E (Valet C works for Duke A in the regency era) by @caedmonfaith (Ao3 Caedmon)

The Pocket Watch by @holycatsandrabbits self-rec! 15,805 words, Rated E (Thief C and jeweler A)

This by @ulspi 6679 words, Rated T (Pub owner C & vicar A)

Venus, Cyprus by @ulspi 4820 words, Rated T (Mathematician C meets A on a vacation)

Wars of Attraction by Santillatron 24,330 words, Rated M (C & A are strangers who meet on the tube)

what a lovely way to burn by @alwayscomewhenyoucall (Ao3 John1513) & @lindenlied 28,437 words, Rated M (C & A are rival dancers)

where the bolt of cupid fell by @waywarder 1086 words, Rated T (C helps A through a hormone injection)

Zafona by @ulspi 8255 words, Rated M (Kindergarten teacher C & bookseller A)

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[goodomenscelebration]

Here is the list of themes for the 2021 Good Omens Celebration.

We received so many great ideas it was hard to pick! This year we decided to combine some of the general ideas and produce a limited yet more broad list of themes for the weekends of the Celebration.

We hope this gives folks that wish to spend more time before they share that opportunity and our more completionist participants a manageable list. Any theme can be as loosely interpenetrated as you like.

A new Archive of Our Own collection has been created for the 2021 Celebration. You can find it here or add your work to the collection by searching for it under "Post to Collections″.

Not a fan work creator? Not a problem! While everyone is welcome to make fan works for the event, you don’t need to do that to participate. This is a celebration of all things fandom. We’re encouraging everyone to have fun with it. Post and share whatever you like that makes you think of Good Omens, it’s fandom, and how it’s affected your life.

We can’t wait to see how everyone celebrates this May!

Text listing below the break

May 1st: Comedy

May 2nd: Tragedy

May 7th: Past

May 8th: Present

May 9th: Future

May 14th: Land

May 15th: Sea

May 16th: Air

May 21st: Dark

May 22nd: Light

May 23rd: Colorful

May 28th: Mind

May 29th: Body

May 30th: Spirit

[prettybirdy979]

Fic: Aziraphale/Crowley - Story of More Woe

For a prompt of ‘Tragedy’ from the Good Omens Celebration. Please feel free to send me any prompts. More of my fics here.

‘For never was a story of more woe; Than this of Juliet and her Romeo,’ the Prince declares, sternly staring out over the audience as the other actors on stage weep or look shaken. They hold for a moment and then the lights go out. The crowd, knowing their cue, start applauding the end of the play - with cheers and cries.

Aziraphale applauds along with the rest of the audience. At his side Crowley is silent and unmoving, most likely glaring through his glasses. Aziraphale elbows him into at least putting his hands together.

‘Be polite Crowley! The actors put a lot of work into this and oh, wasn’t it lovely? So well acted!’

Crowley sniffs and says, in a strangely choked voice, ‘Sure angel. Would’ve been better if the thirteen year old hadn’t stabbed herself, but yes the play was lovely.’

Aziraphale manages to hold in a groan as the applause ends and the house lights go on. ‘I do wish you’d give it a chance. It’s such a good play!’

Rising with the rest of the crowd, now pushing to leave the theatre before everyone else, Crowley sniffs again. ‘Prefer the funny ones.’

‘Yes yes, I know. But sometimes you just… want to watch a tragedy, don’t you? Can’t turn yourself away as you watch someone’s life fall apart-’

‘Because of their choices, yes,’ Crowley snaps in a tight voice, and Aziraphale winces. Oh dear, yes that might have been a line he’s just crossed. 

Time to backtrack. ‘Not that this is the case here really. All circumstances beyond their control really, and oh so sad.’

It doesn’t relax Crowley’s shoulders as they exit the theatre. ‘A tragic couple, held apart by circumstances so simple but inescapable as their names,’ he says meaningfully. ‘No, no idea why I hate watching that.’

And Aziraphale pauses, his chest tight. They don’t speak of it, the knowledge that hangs between them. They never do, they can’t. 

Or they might end up in their own story of woe.

‘Perhaps sometimes it’s nice to have a reminder, of why silence is best.’

‘And perhaps some people just like to hurt themselves,’ Crowley snaps.

Aziraphale looks away, eyes catching on the Bentley. ‘And sometimes, perhaps, someone just wants to be able to imagine a reality where Juliet protects her Romeo, a… a tale where there is no story of woe. Where one day, if he or she had just waited, they might have been able to find a way to be together. Murder free.’

Crowley is silent for a long moment as they approach his car. ‘Sounds like a dream angel,’ he says, leaning on the side of the Bentley and looking over it at Aziraphale. ‘An impossible dream.’

Aziraphale meets his eyes. ‘But isn’t that the beauty of humanity’s stories? It’s full of impossible dreams.’ He looks down and sighs. ‘Want a nightcap at mine?’

‘Yeah angel,’ Crowley says, hopping into the car. ‘We can toast impossible dreams.’

Aziraphale wipes his tears away before he hops in. ‘Yes, impossible dreams.’

[ineffablefool]

No Wrong Way

Aziraphale isn’t sure what wakes him.

There’s no light peeking through the curtains yet, no rising sounds of traffic on the street; all inside seems calm, and it doesn’t seem as though he has to use the facilities.

There’s another man currently wound about him like an octopus, but he’s well used to that.

Aziraphale stretches a bit within Crowley’s grasp. One slender arm is precisely where it best likes to be, wrapped around his middle with familiar ease. Its hand cups loosely against his far side. Occasionally the fingers twitch.

It’s not a small distance, that reach across his middle, but his husband has long arms and is very determined.

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Me: “Huh, neat, the Good Omens Celebration theme for the day is ‘Body’.  Good for it.” Me: “...” Me: “It is illegal for me to not at least try to use this opportunity to get on my soapbox.”

So I climbed on my soapbox for 800 words of INNWverse Aziraphale POV.  Every size of body is equally good and I am not accepting counter-arguments at this time.

[delannoie]

[pendragyn]

The Key

it's 1981 and Crowley has decided to purchase a flat, but the snobby agent won't approve their application without a character reference. Who else can they call on but Aziraphale? (Inspired by a writing prompt on @fenrir-kin 's twitch stream. 3666 words, full fic on AO3)

1981...

Mr Rust looked up from the almost unreadable scribble on the forms and narrowed his eyes as he looked over the person slouched in the right-hand chair that had been arranged just so in front of his desk. The interloper was wearing dark clothes of a popular mode that Mr Rust found abhorrent; a frilly shirt offset by a jacket with padded shoulders and wide-leg trousers that were nothing like the suits a proper man would wear. And the clothes weren’t even the worst part. And more offensive still were the large sunglasses impudently perched on the interloper’s nose and the pointed glance they gave the flashy digital watch on their wrist when the silence dragged on too long.

Mr Rust cleared their throat. “Mr Anthony J Crowley?”

“Yep, that’s me,” Crowley grinned, tossing their long curly hair over their shoulder.

Mr Rust sniffed disapprovingly and glared down at the document again. “We have been having some difficulty with your paperwork. I’m not sure that Sanctuary Realty Group can help you.”

Crowley’s eyes narrowed at that. A well applied miracle or two usually solved all those pesky little problems that came with being an unemployed immortal long before this stage of the game. “And why isss that?” Crowley asked with cool politeness.

Mr Rust sniffed again. “Well, for one, it says here that you’re not currently employed-”

“And it says there that I have a private trust which will pay for upkeep and whatnot,” Crowley pointed out, glaring from behind their sunglasses. “Can’t work, got a problem with my eyes. Bright light gives me migraines, trouble reading and the like.” Crowley leaned forward, lips curled up in a challenging smirk. “But it’s not really my lack of employment that’s the issue, is it?”

“I’m sure that I don’t know what you mean,” Mr Rust protested, his disdain clear in his expression. “We simply have certain... expectations of our clients-”

“I should imagine the number of zeros on that report are more than enough for that,” Crowley said smugly.

“Well, no.” Mr Rust smiled with grim satisfaction. “We need to know more than what you’ve disclosed about your finances, Mr Crowley. We need to know what kind of man you are.”

Crowley blinked, taken aback by the hostility in the man’s tone. “You wot?”

“You will need references Mr Crowley. Someone of good standing to vouch for your moral stature.” Mr Rust’s smile grew when Crowley frowned. “You left that spot blank you see. If you can’t find anyone, we will regretfully have to decline-”

Crowley wanted to just magic the man into compliance, but that only worked in the short term. It was playing with fire to depend on mind magics to get cooperation for longer than a few hours at most. Never had this sort of problem in the old days, Crowley thought bitterly. Then again, this wasn’t just a matter of renting, they were trying to buy a flat, and they’d never bothered with that before, well, aside from the shop for Aziraphale, but that didn’t really count, being so long ago. But the thought gave them an idea.

“Did I? Just a bit of oversight on my part. My eyes, you know.” Crowley reached into their fashionably oversized and shoulder-padded jacket and miracled up a card. It was a gamble, relying on the angel for this, but there wasn’t any other option. This flat felt right, and Crowley knew when to trust their instincts. “This should do. Call them, him,” Crowley hastily corrected, setting the card on the desk. “Mr Fell can vouch for me. Good upstanding citizen, business owner. Known me forever.”

Mr Rust barely glanced at the card and set it on his blotter. “Well, I’m sure you have important things to see to, Mr Crowley. I’ll see to this-”

“Now,” Crowley said, unwilling to be put off yet again. “No need to drag this out on my account Mr Rust. I mean, this is the only issue keeping you from approving my purchase application, isn’t it?” Crowley’s smile was all teeth. “I’m willing to wait however long it takes to get this done today. And this chair is so comfortable,” Crowley said, dragging the chair closer to the desk with a terrible screech.

Mr Rust scowled and quickly pulled his desk phone closer and slowly dialled the number on the card, frowning at Crowley in a most disapproving manner for leaning their elbow on the desk.

Crowley ignored the glare, holding their breath when they heard Aziraphale’s perky greeting once the call went through. “A Z Fell and Co, A Z Fell, proprietor, speaking.”

Mr Rust’s spirits lifted. Who in their right mind would give a so-called ‘business’ in Soho run by a man with a clearly fake name as a reference? “Ah, hello Mr Fell, I am calling about an acquaintance of yours, a Mr Anthony J Crowley?”

“Oh, Crowley... Yes, I know the fiend.”

Crowley closed their eyes at hearing that, and sat back into their chair, pressing their fingers to their eyes in dismay. Too late, Crowley recalled that Aziraphale had been a little annoyed with them the last time they’d parted. They’d prodded a little too hard during their most recent round of trying to convince the angel to make the bookshop into an actual shop with books that could be bought.But that had been weeks ago and Crowley had assumed, hoped, they’d be over that by now. Shit.But what option did they have? It’s not like they could have the man call Sergeant Shadwell or any of Crowley’s other, equally criminal, associates.

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