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Happy Holidays!
The Good Omens Fic Club is celebrating December by reading two fics together!
Our Voted Fic of the Month is Once Upon a December by GroovyNightStrawberry
And December's second Fic of the Month, chosen from past nominations, is the Come Slowly, Eden Series by depraveddame
And a peek into what's in store for January – our Theme of the Month will be New Beginnings!
So it's a perfect time to join us for a fun read with friends!
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one sparkly boi
Crowley + the bookshop fire? YES PLEASE
I just love this whole scene so much, also let’s remember that after this solemn moment standing in front of the flames, he went and got shitfaced at the pub, looking like a drunken wet cat all over again… should I draw that one next…. 👀
P.S is everyone else also looking for number 2s everywhere?
For my secret demon, @lyricalkris ! Merry super late Christmas!
I rewatched the show recently and once again kept wondering about that fluffy top hat… it’s so bizarre… and then one thing lead to another.
a bakery au by @firelikestars and @sunrisesinthesuburbs (now complete!)
Crowley's just moved to town, and if he can't find a coffee shop, if he can't have this one small luxury after a whole day of moving boxes in the rain, he's going to lose it.
The closest thing he can find is Angel Cakes. It's a dimly lit, cluttered bakery that Crowley soon finds can't stay away from (despite the lack of coffee products). The owner is unfairly beautiful, and seems to be more passionate about talking about pastries than actually selling them. Crowley is in love.
If he can manage to communicate an intelligent sentence to the angel when he sees him, that'd be great.
“Would you like that?” Aziraphale says around a smile, and Crowley feels lightheaded.
“Yes,” his mouth says, which has the unpleasant effect of snapping him back into his body. “Wait—”
“Oh, marvellous!” Aziraphale is clapping his hands now, absolutely delighted. “Not many people have had the honour of checking out what’s going on back there!”
Crowley chokes on nothing.
Checking out what’s— Well, obviously, he’d like to check out— He’s been checking out— But that’s—
What’s happening right now? He’s pretty sure not even the bug in his kitchen would understand. “Uh. Uh-uh. Uh?”
This is a story written for @angelcuppa for the GOFC Holiday Swap
Rated G, 14,721 words
Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley are preparing to spend their first Christmas together at the South Downs cottage. There may be some baking, selecting gifts, and decorating the cottage involved. Also possibly asking Important Questions. And a kitten.
Rating: T
Summary:
Crowley has been shopping for a forever home for years and finally finds the perfect one. If he can get to it before the next guy.
Excerpt:
Crowley shrugged and climbed the rickety stairs to the first floor. There was a larger bath that looked as if it might be jetted, which would be nice. The first bedroom was on the building's corner, with large windows and French doors opening onto a terrace. It would be perfect for his plants. The other bedroom was the same thing, just on the other side of the cottage, which was perfect. As Crowley slowly walked through the cottage to the sound of the two estate agents bickering outside, he became more and more certain that this was the place. He could see a place for himself and Aziraphale. He still wanted to see the garden and the cellar, though. The cottage was old. Who knew what was going on down there? When he came downstairs, the two estate agents were talking quietly, seemingly waiting for him.
Thanks to @inahc3 and @imgoingslightlymad81 for the beta reads!
A Christmas story for @spectrallydistracted for the Good Omens Fic Club 2025 Holiday Swap
Rated T, but mind the tags
Summary Crowley hates Christmas. He hates winter. He hates the way the year insists on circling back to the same night, again and again.
Every Christmas Eve, he works a crisis hotline, because if he’s going to have a miserable night, he might as well help other people through theirs.
When a call goes wrong, the careful scaffolding he’s built around himself begins to crack — and Crowley starts to believe that maybe the problem has always been him. That maybe the world would be better off without him in it.
Enter Aziraphale: angel, nuisance, and entirely unwilling to let Crowley disappear quietly. Oh — and he’s kind of cute, too.
Excerpt from Chapter 1, "The World That Is"
Crowley hated winter. He hated trudging through slushy snow and slipping on slick ice. He hated the biting wind that sliced through his heaviest coat and convinced him he’d never be warm again. He hated the early darkness and the riot of lights that assaulted his already sensitive eyes. And he hated Christmas. Oh, how he hated Christmas. The whole bloody thing. The same seven songs playing in all the shops — he swore Bing Crosby was personally stalking him, crooning Do You Hear What I Hear? every time he ducked into Morrisons for milk or bread or a cheap sandwich. The saccharine advertisements interrupting his Golden Girls reruns or that new hockey show he’d started watching, all of them trying to sell him chocolate with a heartwarming — read: emotionally manipulative — story.
How Alekhine's book on chess relates to Aziraphale's heroic risk.
It turns out there's a famous "Alekhine Defense" in chess. The idea is that when White makes the first pawn move against us, we, Black, respond with an unexpected move: immediately move a knight (black «dark» horse), thereby exposing the white pawn to attack.
It's believed that Black is taking a huge risk by introducing an expensive piece into the game. However, it makes it difficult for White to defend the center. Black thus "draws fire" on himself.
Aziraphale is chess black knight, our "dark horse", as Nina called him. This means he's the one acting boldly and riskily in fin-15. This means the white pieces are clearly Heaven, led by Metatron. Aziraphale deceived Metatron in fin-15, convincing him of his loyalty, thus gaining a chance to save himself and Crowley. At the same time, Aziraphale is a threat to Heaven, undermining its defenses.
By the way, my favorite number of squares on a chessboard is 8 by 8! 😊 Two eights, two happy infinities, symbolize the eternal love of my favorite characters.
I wrote about the symbolism of numbers in "Good omens" here.
repeating this to myself forever and ever
@bohoteacher and I wrote a wee skating AU for @ilikeblue as part of the Good Omens Fic Club 2025 Holiday Swap. And @maon25 did some lovely art too! The third chapter (of 9) has just gone up (my first, as we took it in turns to write chapters for this collab!), and you can read it all here: On Falling in Love, Gliding on Ice, And Having the Courage to do Both in Public
