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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 20/40 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Hastur (Good Omens), Ligur (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Mermaids, Octopus Aziraphale, Merperson Crowley, Crowley has Dyspareunia, They/Them Pronouns for Crowley (Good Omens), He/Him Pronouns For Aziraphale (Good Omens), Mildly Dubious Consent, Hurt/Comfort, Oviposition, Egg Laying, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Shapeshifting, Fanart, Suicidal Thoughts, Dead People, Kissing, Friendship, Body Horror, Gaslighting, Kidnapping Summary:

The seas are vast and some of its many creatures are not what they seem to be. Some of them are more powerful than others. A mer-god's wishes should not be ignored. A very reluctant Crawly gets caught up in the ritual, though as it turns out, it won't cost them their life - it might even grant them with a new one.

Each chapter has an accompanying cover art, be warned.

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First chapter of season 2, just in time for Mermay!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 10/20 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Mermaids, Octopus Aziraphale, Merperson Crowley, Crowley has Dyspareunia, They/Them Pronouns for Crowley (Good Omens), He/Him Pronouns For Aziraphale (Good Omens), Mildly Dubious Consent, Hurt/Comfort, Oviposition, Egg Laying, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Shapeshifting, Fanart, Suicidal Thoughts Summary:

The seas are vast and some of its many creatures are not what they seem to be. Some of them are more powerful than others. A mer-god's wishes should not be ignored. A very reluctant Crawly gets caught up in the ritual, though as it turns out, it won't cost them their life - it might even grant them with a new one.

Each chapter has an accompanying cover art, be warned.

GUESS WHAT. Chapter 5 is now live!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Mermaids, Octopus Aziraphale, Merperson Crowley, Crowley has Dyspareunia, They/Them Pronouns for Crowley (Good Omens), He/Him Pronouns For Aziraphale (Good Omens), Mildly Dubious Consent, Hurt/Comfort, Oviposition, Egg Laying, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Hand Jobs, Shapeshifting, Fanart, Suicidal Thoughts Summary:

The seas are vast and some of its many creatures are not what they seem to be. Some of them are more powerful than others. A mer-god's wishes should not be ignored. A very reluctant Crawly gets caught up in the ritual, though as it turns out, it won't cost them their life - it might even grant them with a new one.

Each chapter has an accompanying cover art, be warned.

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Chapter two is up!

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Obligatory WIP Wednesday stuff

The orgasm indeed came fast, but there was little to do against a grateful demon’s wicked tongue and skilled fingers. Aziraphale felt boneless, swimming in bliss, and welcomed Crowley’s cool hands on his brow. 

“You absolute fiend,” he murmured fondly, making Crowley preen. “You’re going to spoil me rotten and I’ll never be satisfied.”

“Oh, you will be,” Crowley promised. “Thou wilt be forever satisfied in my keeping and thine cup shall never runneth dry; thou wilt be revered and held in my graces until the end of all time. For all the pleasure and joy thou bringst, all the love that thou didst promise me - I shall live my life in eternal bliss, faithfully serving thee."

“Oh.” Aziraphale’s eyes widened in awe. “That’s beautiful, and I don’t recognize it, who wrote that?”

The demon pulled his head between his shoulders with a distressed noise. “Some miserable sod who goes by the name of Anthony J. Crowley…”

“You write poetry?!” Aziraphale gasped. “My dear, my darling, please- If you’re alright with it, please let me read them!”

“Okay…” Crowley buried his face into the crook of his angel’s shoulder, feeling both mortified and giddy with joy. “Half of it is in Enochian, too… Bloody Hell, it took me a year to create a font for it. And have no illusions, it’s all stupid and mushy and incredibly self-indulgent.”

“The deprived kind of self-indulgent, I’d wager,” Aziraphale teased. “So I’m fairly sure that I’m going to love every single word.” His smile softened, his fingers carding through Crowley’s hair. “I’ll probably blush and maybe… get a little excited but just the thought that you wrote poems about me- I feel so honored. Or at least I assume they’re about me.”

“There are a few general ones about misery and faith and a few limericks about certain princes and dukes of Hell,” Crowley made a vague gesture, “but the vast majority is indeed about the author’s soul-shattering yearning for their muse.”

“Hmm. I hope I’m not going to make the creative well go dry just by indulging you?”

“Angel, from now on, I’m going to write odes to your body and hymns about your mercy and dozens of sonnets about how your eyes light up when you laugh.”

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WIP WEDNESDAY

been a while, silent folks only liking my stuff but never leaving comments =3

Excerpt from ‘Wretched And Divine chapter 2

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The door slid shut behind him. Crowley’s polished shoes clicked on the hardwood floor as he wandered to his desk and set the tartan thermos down. It was the middle of the night; the flat was dark, brightened only by the dim light of the streetlamps and the waning moon. Not that the demon needed light to see. And not that he wanted any light. 

He collapsed on his high-backed chair, limbs loose and body heavy, as if weighed down by a burden. His gleaming eyes fixated on the thermos and he didn’t move, didn’t even breathe much while a single sentence kept echoing in his mind. 

“You go too fast for me, Crowley.”

The angel looked so timid as he said those words, both shy and scared. So sweet and innocent, and so merciless in his rejection. 

“Too fast, huh?” Crowley tipped his head back, staring at the ceiling. “I mean. Could be. I’ve only been yearning for you for a mere six millennia. It was practically yesterday that we’ve met.” 

He tossed his shades on the desk. “What a blasted idiot I am. Holding out for someone who hates my guts.” He pinched the bridge of his distinguished nose, shame flaring hot in his belly. “Nno, no, of course you don’t hate me, you like me, a lot, and you know what? It just hurts more. I need a drink. Like, about a barrel’s worth of a drink.” 

He forced himself to stand and shuffle over to his liquor cabinet, grabbing three random bottles and no glass. He didn’t need a glass for the kind of drinking he was planning to do.

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Hey yo, it’s me, your local artist slowly being murdered by capitalism, and this is Jackass Wip Wednesday. The project is currently titled ‘Les Mis Good Omens AU but British’ in which, Aziraphale (Mr. Fell) is a former convict turned Good Samaritan who lives in a bookshop and actually sells stuff and has an adopted daughter named Anathema while Crowley is a respected officer of the London Police Force, who has a penchant for yelling at stars and a rather questionable infatuation with a former convict. The story is largely the same, except British and the fun really starts once everything is over and Inspector Crowley decides to ‘drown his sorrows more quickly and permanently’. Enjoy.

(Actually I’m fucking torn between leaving it as it is and just changing it to an actual Les Mis fic, because Valvert has crept into my life and I’m Weak.)

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Crowley shuffled closer to the edge. The Thames below him was dark and deep, churned by the wind. A cold grave for sure but what other option remained? What was left for him, a failed officer of the law, who nearly wronged a good man? 

His vision blurred. Wind and rain whipped at him, his cloak pulled on his shoulders like a leaden shroud. He could barely lift his foot to take the necessary step, the last one which will absolve him-

Someone grabbed his wrist. Warm fingers wrapped around his clammy skin and tugged him back. 

Crowley’s head whipped around and his eyes widened as they met an unmistakable storm-blue gaze: Mister Fell's. 

"You can't," Fell said hotly.  "I will not allow it."

Crowley uttered a cry and he attempted to wrench his hand free but Fell was strong, his grip like a vise. "No! This is not the way, you shouldn't! I'm not going to let you!" 

“Leave me be!” Crowley shouted. “I don’t need your pity!” He yanked his hand free. The momentum made him stagger. 

There was nothing underneath his heels.

Time slowed down as gravity won. Crowley saw Fell’s eyes widen in panic; his body felt weightless, free of the mortal world’s chains. 

“I’m going to die,” he thought. “It’s going to be over soon. I’ll be free. I’ll be at peace.”

The realization dawned on him a split second later. 

“I don’t want to.”

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It’s Wednesday, and I’m back on my bullshit.

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Crowley sighed and gave in; he leaned even closer to kiss his angel.

His lips never found their mark though. Both their heads whipped around in unison, eyes wide, senses on high alert.

"You've felt that, didn't you," Crowley growled, already moving to cover Aziraphale.

"Yes. I can't discern if it's an angel or a demon, but it's definitely ethereal." Aziraphale, who was in fact much more well versed in combat peered over his demon's shoulder, scanning the crowd. 

They found the culprit at the same moment. Across the hall, a young man was staring at them, confused and uneasy; and definitely an angel. His stylish Italian suit complimented his tanned skin and matched his eyes, the color of clear summer skies. He was obviously at a loss, but slowly nodded, acknowledging the pair.

“I don’t recognize him, wonder who he is,” Aziraphale mused. 

“A bloody spy is what it is!” Crowley hissed. “I’d bet my left leg that they sent them to keep an eye on you! Well, if I glimpse their face anywhere near you again, they won’t be a spy much longer. It’s terribly difficult to spy with your eyes clawed out!”

“Deary me,” Aziraphale placed a hand on his lover’s chest. “Not so hasty, my darling. There could be a perfectly innocent explanation for their presence, no need to be so aggressive. He seems surprised. Let’s try to figure out their agenda diplomatically.” He flashed a disarmingly sweet smile at the other angel and waved at him.

Blue Suit waved back, visibly unsure of why he did it. Aziraphale invited him closer with a gesture and an encouraging grin. Blue Suit blinked but approached carefully, measuring Crowley as if expecting him to explode. 

“There you are!” Aziraphale greeted them once they got close enough. “What a pleasure to see a friendly face in the crowd! Have you been to the concert as well?”

“Um- Yes. Yes, I have.” Blue Suit had a lovely voice, even Crowley had to admit that. “It’s- a pleasure indeed… I had no idea that another angel was going to be here. May I ask your name…?”

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WIP WEDNESDAYYY

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“I… I think I- no. It appears that I... have fallen in love, Master.”

Raphael blinked twice, then a slow smile began to tug on his lips. He laid down and beckoned to Aziraphale. "Come, my love, lie with me. Confide in me like you always did; I swear by my grace that anything you say will stay between us."

With a sigh, Aziraphale obeyed like he always did. This time though, obedience didn’t come with fear or unease; if there was one person he could fully trust, it was Raphael. 

“It’s… so difficult, why does it have to be so difficult?” Aziraphale murmured. “He’s- he’s so patient with me. I know he has loved me for a long time but something happened and suddenly I realized that he is more than a friend and I feel stupid for not getting it earlier. And I’m already babbling, sorry.”

“Love usually isn’t without hardships,” Raphael soothed. “I can imagine that you are anxious. But, maybe talking will help. Just let it out, don’t worry about making sense.”

Aziraphale took a deep breath. “I’ve known him for a long time, and we’ve been friends, and I suppose, I’ve slowly grown to love him - and then, he does a specific kind gesture and- as if my eyes had been closed until this, they are suddenly open and my heart is swelling and- I really want to give something back, something more but at the same time, I’m terrified. I’m not supposed to love him. He’s not someone I should even talk to, what if they get wind of this, Heaven will be so angry!”

Raphael hummed thoughtfully, caressing his former aide’s hair.

“He is smart and handsome, my Lord, and can be kind, especially to me and, um, I am fairly sure that he’d also love to take this relationship further, if you know what I mean… And-” Aziraphale squeezed his eyes shut. “I’d love to let him. But can I? Can I even think of it, let alone offering myself to a-” He bit the sentence off. 

“Oh my darling,” Raphael sighed. “You are such a good little angel, and I can’t blame you for that, that’s what you’re supposed to be. However…” He smirked. “I’m fairly sure that there’s nothing in Heaven’s rulebooks against having affairs with mortals. Some of us have done that, and they didn’t get punished, at least not for that. I’m just worried that once their time runs out, you’ll be back in the Garden, crying on my shoulder, and it’d break my heart, seeing you sad. But I also want you to be happy, so if you’re certain that their feelings are genuine-”

“M-Master…” Aziraphale interrupted, flushed bright crimson. “I need to be completely honest with you. Please don’t be angry with me but the one I love… It’s a demon.”