Throwback Thursday peeps out of the gopher hole once again! I don't know how regular I can promise to be -- the long slog of getting to s3 kind of took it out of me, that and *gestures at everything,* and a months-long stress situation involving a hoarder house, cat smuggling, a rabbi, a drag queen, and a feral Republican talk show host, among other things. But I was moved to post, for those in the Good Omens fandom who are homesick for some good old fashioned post-season-1 fic.
I've caught myself thinking repeatedly this week about Angels Behaving Badly, which I posted in 2021 and 2022 -- a seven-fic series in which both Hell and Heaven get curious about what Aziraphale and Crowley find so attractive about humanity and the world. I mean, it's utter crack, but it's crack about both angels and demons going off the rez, trying Human things like lingerie, dancing, fine dining, Broadway musicals, and in one case, some thoroughly E-rated shenanigans -- winding up with, well, there's Offenbach, and canapes.
The adventures start with
Dream Angels -- rated M, ~2680 words
Why is Uriel hurriedly closing browser windows? And what is Michael hiding in her desk drawer? Inquiring Archangels want to know.
Or, Heaven discovers lingerie catalogues, and mail order.
Slow Dancing -- rated G, ~2650 words
Aziraphale has fans in Heaven, and they want him to teach them Human things – starting with lessons from the only angel who ever learned how to dance.
Aziraphale’s flattered and excited. Crowley’s not so keen. Tender humor for those longing for a bit of South Downs cottage life.
Unsafe At Any Speed -- rated E, ~4550 words
The rip-roaring explicit F/F one. Gabriel’s fellow archangels decide that just because the last charge didn’t happen, there’s no reason they can’t ride. A clandestine call to the Horsepersons and some quick selection of gear later, they’re ready to try touring the famous Mountain Course on the Isle of Man.
War remembers old times in the field alongside Michael and decides she has more to teach her than riding.
Tonight We Dine In Hell -- rated M, ~3000 words
Crowley discovers that he and his husband now have groupies in Hell. And they have a very specific request.
Vexed angel, sly demon, and the dinner guests from Hell. Rated M for the husbands' afters once the guests leave, bonus White Jacket Crowley.
Anything Goes - rated T, ~1580 words
Gabriel, like the other angels, has very little acquaintance with Human popular culture. So he misunderstands when he hears someone calling his name night after night.
A little swerve back in time: in the heyday of the Great White Way, Gabriel blunders into an appreciation of toe-tapping show music and brash singers.
Stripes -- rated M, ~1060 words
As cracky as it gets. Gabriel's started to feel sorry about the way he's treated -- well, everyone, and his review of the Tadfield Airbase Incident has led him to one person whose skill set seems exactly right to salve his conscience. If she can still get into the leather pinnie.
Any Which Way You Can (-Can) -- rated M, ~3670 words
...it all comes together, with demons attending the operetta, a grand conciliatory celebration, fancy dress, the Tartarean Chamber Orchestra, a kickline, shenanigans in the cloakroom, and prairie oysters.
I mean, after all, the desired, er, consummation was always to move beyond the stupid, literal scorched-earth rivalry and appreciate the human world instead of trying to blow it up, right?
Offered as a candy dish with no whiff of those, um, sequels. Bon appetit!
Tagging past readers in the replies as usual -- let me know if you want on or off the list. If you reblog, i'd love you to recommend a favorite comfort fic that disregards the developments after season 1!
I write mainly Good Omens, along with occasional ventures into Sherlock Holmes (BBC and ACD), Doctor Who, Sandman and other DC Vertigo titles, and my first love, Star Trek. Find my fic here on AO3.