Hi! I love your blog and am amazed at all the work you put into it! You're an awesome online librarian! (A true hero) Anyhoo, I was wondering if you know of any good omens fics that touch upon the genderlessness of angels and demons, or stories that contain genderqueer / nonbinary / transgender themes.
Hey! Thank you so much, all the mods appreciate your kind words!
There are so many amazing Good Omens fics that explore gender identity in a variety of ways, but here is a small selection for you...
Fine by likeasouffle (E)
Crowley’s gender had changed many times throughout history, and it generally wasn’t a big deal. She’d change her hair and clothing and switch out her genitals, just a couple of quick miracles. But this time her gender had had the audacity to flip right at the moment her relationship with Aziraphale was finally becoming physical, and suddenly she found herself considering his feelings about it, wondering how he’d react.
Aziraphale wanted her handsome, he’d said so himself. He wanted her short-haired and masculine. He was a self-identified pansy with a history of late-night dancing with large groups of men. Crowley decided to stay as she was.
An Angel Self-Defined by zerodaryls (G)
Aziraphale expresses discomfort with the fact that he's always assumed to be a man, and wants a word to describe his lack of gender. Crowley helps.
secondhand smoke by PaintedVanilla (T)
you're second hand smoke, second hand smoke i breathe you in, but, honey, i don't know what you're doing to me mon chéri
the year is 1990, and anthony crowley is looking for a church in london that might be tolerable. the one he winds up attending isn't exactly such, but he decides to stick around for one reason. said reason happens to own a bookshop that crowley begins to frequent, much to the surprise and delight of anathema device and newton pulsifer, who seem quite convinced that crowley could use something else to focus on besides gardening, their campaigns, and visits to tadfield.
the good kind of dirty by Ponderosa (M)
“What if I tried having ah, um, a- a gender…. For a bit.”
A mighty furrow appeared in the space between Crowley’s hairline and the tops of his sunglasses, disrupting the perfectly wicked curve his brow had arched itself into. “What, just pick one and take it for a spin?”
Aziraphale clasped his hands together in his lap. “Well, yes.”
Lavender, Chamomile, and a Rather Permanent Arrangement by southdownsraph (M)
Crowley owns the flower shop across the street from A. Z. Fell's tattoo shop, and can't help but be intrigued by the slightly eccentric, yet incredibly friendly tattoo artist. When Crowley does finally pluck up the courage to talk to him beyond the occasional pleasantries, he kicks off the beginning of a friendship that could so easily drift into something else entirely.
you will by found by two_drama_nerds_in_a_boat (G)
A fic that discusses the nature of both Crowley's and Aziraphale's genders, and how Aziraphale's bookshop becomes a beacon of light for young LGBT+ individuals in London. Unedited.
Aziraphale presents both masculinely and femininely every once and a while but is agender and uses they/them pronouns. Crowley presents as every other gender and uses whichever pronouns they feel like at the moment.
If Not Now, When by ineffablefool (T)
Anthony Crowley has learned by now that anything that makes him happy will be temporary at best. His quietly desperate routine is challenged when he happens to strike up a conversation with a customer at work, and he starts realizing three things, in this order: 1. oh huh this Aziraphale guy is actually interesting; 2. he can't stop embarrassing himself by accidentally flirting with him; and 3. oh no this Aziraphale guy is actually extremely attractive what do I do.
You Can’t Use A Bulldozer To Study Orchids by infinitevariety (T)
Aziraphale has a complicated relationship with labels. Crowley is confused and amused by the ridiculousness of it all.
limits and imaginary lines by Waywarder (T)
In which Aziraphale ponders death and love and gender and unicorns throughout the centuries.
With thanks, as usual, to Walt Whitman.
- Mod D
