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Aziraphale x Crowley Human AUs fic rec list

A list of Aziraphale x Crowley Human AUs that I read and enjoyed. Really just wanted to have them all in one place. Most of the WIPs are updated, a few of them I think may be abandoned. General or Teen:

A Machine for Living In by pineapplesquid A Careful Kind of Something by hope_in_the_dark The Best laid Plans by hope_in_the_dark What There Isn’t by hope_in_the_dark Miracles (Or How to Fall in Love) by hope_in_the_dark Making Magic  by WickedWriter As if through water from the bottom of a pool by sparklingjoy Le Parole Lontane by asongofstannis Rainy Encounters by ProdigyBlood far too much in love (to see) by adelate I Set You on Fire Babe by nairwal A Halo Effect by Tv_Saved_The_Teenage_Girl Like Someone In Love by Tv_Saved_The_Teenage_Girl A bookshop is not a business by anactoriatalksback take a minute by percoliver He Knows It’s All Worthwhile by sleepyMoritz (Catherss) Romance Brewed to Perfection by Keletania Professor Nai by FanRulerCass Son of a Preacher Man by sweettea_and_lemonade every sunday’s getting more bleak by smallredboy Erect as a dancer by UlsPi Hell Is Just A Sauna by mirvly Imperfect By Nature by summerofspock Ink Blots and Forget-Me-Nots by gutsandglitter We Shall Have Him by seraph5 All This (and Heaven Too) by GaryOldman call to motion by PaintedVanilla Tell Your Plants I Love Them by JustJReally So Long We Become The Flowers by  allonsy_gabriel  (series) Texts from an Unknown Number by GaryOldman WIP Angel Sword and Dark Glasses by Mjazilem WIP Angel Wings & Bouquets by VoidGhost WIP Basophobia by KiaraMGrey WIP Blue Bar by Username2310 WIP Don’t Stop Me Now by timeanditch WIP Echoes of Mercy (Whispers of Love) by JolyOllie WIP I’ve Got Your Number, Not Your Name by Tertbutyl_Okita WIP It’s you by Fay_10 WIP Some Would Call it Fate by delusioninabox WIP

Adult:

Slow Show by mia_ugly Boomerang by the_huffster Lavender, Chamomile, and a Rather Permanent Arrangement by southdownsraph Barriers, and the Breaking Thereof by Cardinal_Daughter Professional by commodorecliche Suspicious package by Sinpie_Senpai Things We’re Forced To Name by brilliantlyordinary He Makes Me by swishydetective A Singer in a Smoky Room by Spaceytrash Smoke and Guitars by TheodoreGale_Writes Principles of Proximity by Cannebady Acts of Service by seekwill You Might Think I’m Crazy (All I Want is You) by soft_october Scones, Snow and Singing by SparkPlug District of (un-)Certainty and (un-)Certain Lovers by jamgrl The Ineffability Of A Bookshop Meeting by SammyLuka Complications by Seventeen_Juice_Boxes (series) Let Me Be That I Am (And Seek Not To Alter Me) by southdownsraph WIP Aziraphale Fell’s Unfortunate Situation by Spades813 WIP Being Known and All That Entails by KiaraMGrey WIP i’ll be home for christmas by spaceface16 WIP icing on the cake by Etheostoma WIP  Leave the Light On by killerqueer, VentureTrain WIP Paper Wings, Glass Hearts by KiaraMGrey WIP Petrichor & Parchment by MrsNoggin  Reap what you Sow by jomipay WIP Rough enough for love by Nekhen WIP Snake eyes by Ineffable_stuff WIP  Stuck On The Puzzle by venomly WIP The Devil’s in the Flowers by jibberjabber13 WIP The Ineffable Love Agency of Anathema Device by AccroV WIP The Love You Leave Behind by gloriouscacophony (KatrinaKay) WIP The Only One I Still Know How to See by Furuba_Fangirl WIP The Truth About Plants & Queen by ShortInsomniac98  Vita Nova by AMidnightDreary WIP When the Party’s Over by the_huffster WIP You Can Have Your Cake by eragon19 WIP Though Our Hearts Were Barely Beating, They Were Bleeding Outward In by BRNZ WIP

Angel’s trumpets (Brugmansia) are believed to be extinct in the wild but are commonly seen in gardens and can easily be found at garden centers. Flowers of angel’s trumpets hang down towards the ground, while the blooms on a devil’s trumpet (Datura) are facing the sky. My submissions (and very quickly sketches) for prompt “evening” for @thediwsgreatplan  You can see/read more works on their profile ^^

I need more of your wips

have some snack-sized 1941 angst, i have way too many of those just. sitting in my wip folders

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"It's not—listen, I don't—"

"Angel," Crowley interrupts him, far more gently than he thought himself capable of. "I know."

Some of the tension bleeds from Aziraphale's body, and his fingers still, unclenching and leaving behind pale half-moon scars on the outside of his wrist. His cheeks are flushed with a bottle of wine and the taste of it on Crowley's tongue, and when he inhales to calm his own trembling hands, he is hit with a wave of unconcealed desire. For a second, it is impossible to tell where Aziraphale's ends and his begins—not that it matters anymore, not with three feet of space and the weight of God's gaze separating them.

"I know," he repeats, trying to forget the caress of tear-stained lips on his throat, the press of warm hands on his face, his ribs, sliding down and down, and—

He pulls his shades out of wherever he had banished them and slides them back into place, gritting his teeth at the disappointment settling on Aziraphale's face. Dawn is an hour away, and the pleasant chill of angel-blue eyes meeting the hidden gold of his makes him consider staying until the sky turns grey; yearning for another taste of something is so much more dangerous than the temptation of the unknown. Crowley knows that if he does not leave now, he probably never will.

"See you soon?"

Aziraphale smiles, fragile, hopeful, scared. The brittle glass inside his chest holding back centuries of desperate longing is beginning to crack, forming the tiniest fracture, and Crowley allows the next sentence to slip through; just this once, he lets himself be honest.

"Couldn't live without you, angel."

Within one inhale and the next, he is gone, and Aziraphale watches the door unblinking until the sun washes away Crowley's shadow.

Such an amazing energy, oh I want to draw like this.

Pulled out various traditional media and felt Good Omens in this chili’s tonight.

Time's up! If someone ask me what would I do after a year since I assigned to Reverse Bang, I would probably never guess what come from it. Not a single sketch, but a whole bunch of works, and the most glorious things - a beautiful heartwarming story and a dear friend, @elfontheshelves​

I’m so so fucking glad and happy you choose my sketch. I will never believe it would be a begining of a long night talks, so much laughing and ploting, talking about nothing and everything. Thank you, for you being you, for challening me, for patience, for lovely words and praise, for our boys, for everything 💗

For the record, Reverse Bang was an event organized by DIWS, where artists submitted their sketches and writers picked one of them and wrote story inspired by that artwork. My draft was that scene from first chapter ^^ After that we decided to continue working together and here we are, after a year the very last chapter.

I didn’t know I need Aziraphale to say Fuck so madly after reading this post.

I feel like Aziraphale and Crowley will be forced to speak to each other by Nina and Maggie and so they will sit in one room locked up by them and they’re going to be absolutely fuming and still refusing to talk

But they will finally snap and start fighting through which they will mention all the misunderstandings over the years

YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE HOMELESS

IT WAS NOT YOUR PROBLEM

YES IT WAS I’D NEVER LET YOU LIVE IN A CAR

YOU TOLD ME I WAS NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU

I NEVER SAID THAT

YOU CALLED ME ONE OF THE BAD GUYS

THAT’S NOT… THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT

I TOLD YOU I LOVED YOU AND YOU TOLD ME NOTHING LASTS FOREVER!

I MEANT THE BOOKSHOP! I CHOSE YOU OVER THE BOOKSHOP!

YOU WANTED ME TO BE AN ANGEL LIKE I WAS NOT GOOD ENOUGH THE WAY I AM

I WANTED YOU TO BE HAPPY AND SAFE! YOU NEVER TOLD ME GABRIEL WANTED ME TO SHUT UP AND DIE!

I WANTED TO PROTECT YOU!

I WANTED TO PROTECT YOU TOO!

6 thousand years of misunderstandings until they stop and need to catch a breath because fucking hell and Aziraphale says fuck this and grabs Crowley the way he grabbed him and kisses him

as much as it hurt me, i don't want to change a thing

tip jar

I want to put this cute thing on my walls. or package Christmas presents into it. Wholesome.

what if crowley’s trial goes in different way

(testing of new brushes, one day I’ll finish whole picture)

He is.

I just think he’s neat