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Hi wonderful librarians! Thanks for providing this service. I'm hoping to hear a few of your favourite non-AU fics in which the author is delightfully creative with how they have Aziraphale and/or Crowley use their supernatural powers. E.g. guess who by attheborder where they settle a bet by temporarily wiping their memories and trying to figure out who's who. Thanks!
Hello! Here are some fics in which miracles are used in fun, silly, and dramatic ways...
Heavenly Dues by IneffableDoll (G)
Months after Armageddon, Heaven still receives receipts detailing Aziraphale’s daily miracle usage. Michael makes the mistake of checking them one idle day. OR Aziraphale reheats a lot of tea and admires his demon, scandalizing an archangel in the process.
Five's the Charm by EA_Lakambini (T)
Aziraphale and Crowley challenge each other to not perform more than five miracles in a day. (They’re both also competitive, and may or may not be above sabotage.)
Five Miracles Aziraphale Performed Accidentally and One that was Entirely Intentional by anywh3r3y0uwant2g0 (T)
Only inexperienced angels will become so overwhelmed with emotions that they accidentally perform a miracle. Doing so is laughable. Aziraphale would never! Except that he has... five times now. Each and every time when he was around the demon Crowley. Why on God's green Earth would a demon make an angel feel so strongly that he would perform accidental miracles? CW: discussion of car accidents, a nightmare with the use of holy water on Crowley by Crowley, description of a panic attack. It'll be very clear when it's coming in the story though, so if you want to skip it you can! Mind the tags :)
Barking Up the Wrong Tree by inflappible (G)
Crowley loses a bet with Adam and gets turned into a dachshund for a week as punishment. Aziraphale has to deal with the consequences.
A Curious Case of Miracles on Marlborough Street by akfedeau (M)
After stopping the apocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale finally take the next step in their six-thousand-year friendship. But when a spate of miracles sweeps across Soho and Mayfair, they realize their amorous escapades may have an unintended side effect. As they scramble to restore balance and an archangel arrives to investigate, Heaven and Hell’s messengers learn that you can never have too much of a good thing.
One Miraculous December by journeytogallifrey (T)
Candles. Mistletoe. An entire frozen lake. Festive memories from their past together keep appearing out of nowhere. Crowley's sure he's manifesting them accidentally out of sheer romantic desperation. It's bad enough trying to hide his unrequited love as they grow closer post-Apocaloops - what if Aziraphale sees the objects for what they are, a window into his yearning soul? Unfortunately, the only way to banish the objects seems to be talking about each memory... Meanwhile, Aziraphale is just trying to woo his demon boyfriend with big gestures, ready to prove his devotion. And if Crowley acts awkward about the miracles? Surely that's just his difficulty accepting affection. The solution: shower him with as much of it as possible... Eventually these two will communicate, even if it takes 'til the end of the year. For now there will be cuddling, excuses for closeness, sappy words, flashbacks, nostalgia, bickering, and an obscene variety of holiday foods. Oh, and footnotes. That's right. We're doing those too.
And the one you mentioned...
guess who by attheborder (T)
“Ha!” exclaimed A. “We’re married!” He grabbed C.’s hand and held it up, pointing at the gold band around his ring finger. C. stared at the ring, and then at A., a delighted grin appearing on his face. “Oh— that’s brilliant!”
- Mod D
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Heavy cucumber and the hungry little one
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10 Good Omens Fics I Think About Literally All The Time, by rfsmiley
In honor of the new season being a month (!!!!) away, and before we all get deliciously and wonderfully jossed, I’m doing a fic rec list of fics with scenes or lines or premises that live in my mind rent free.
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smitten | adjective | smit·ten deeply affected with or struck by strong feelings of attraction, affection, or infatuation
✨️🧣🍂 Happy, cosy, bundled-up Paul for your enjoyment 🍂🧣✨️
I just miss my soul mate Marv. 41 isn’t a fair age to die. You still had a right to the planet. I’m still bloody here. My heart keeps beating. All the time! What caused yours to stop. You were so tough and strong.
The only person who ever got me in this world.
Fucks sale Marv. You had no right to leave me or your poor mum, dad and brother. We hurt two years later.
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Sitting so alone….26/08/23.
45 years old. Still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up….ha ha!
I know I am the be all and end of all of my 15 year old daughters existence. I have made it in my way to give her a brilliant life.
I am fucked. I can’t get nor want a man. I do but I don’t.
Im so fat and lonely. I love my dogs to death, but now I find the puppy hard work. I always thought that despite everything, I was a dog lover. I always did well with dogs. Now I find my new puppy an annoying shit machine and kind of regret getting her.
Fucking bitch that I am.
I thought tonight about finding a gig to go to with Marv. Felt happy for a split second before I remembered Marv is 2 years dead.
This is what happens when I have five days off work. I never appreciate my days and squander them in drink and depression and putting on the false smile/act when my well meaning friends/family come a knocking. Emilie is away. Just leave me alone. I don’t need the act I put on with work and family. I’m a gay ugly useless individual, who learnt a trade to do okay in life. I don’t want to sleep tonight. I guess o could die tonight as mum and Helen would be round by Monday so the dogs would survive.
I never saw Leonard Cohen. His tickets were too expensive for me. Then he died. I guess I have seen Tony Christie twice. And I bloody loved him, with mum too.
Cohen would have got me I think. Or maybe I’m just a shut individual who can’t even be American!
Hate me, hate life. Don’t want to sleep because I don’t want to morning to come. My shits will be mental, my heartburn will kill me and my depression will whisper. I ignore it a lot, but I drink and leave it wide open. Stupid middle aged woman. Dick head!!!!
Sitting so alone….26/08/23.
45 years old. Still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up….ha ha!
I know I am the be all and end of all of my 15 year old daughters existence. I have made it in my way to give her a brilliant life.
I am fucked. I can’t get nor want a man. I do but I don’t.
Im so fat and lonely. I love my dogs to death, but now I find the puppy hard work. I always thought that despite everything, I was a dog lover. I always did well with dogs. Now I find my new puppy an annoying shit machine and kind of regret getting her.
Fucking bitch that I am.
I thought tonight about finding a gig to go to with Marv. Felt happy for a split second before I remembered Marv is 2 years dead.
This is what happens when I have five days off work. I never appreciate my days and squander them in drink and depression and putting on the false smile/act when my well meaning friends/family come a knocking. Emilie is away. Just leave me alone. I don’t need the act I put on with work and family. I’m an ugly ugly useless individual, who learnt a trade to do okay in life. I don’t want to sleep tonight. I guess o could die tonight as mum and Helen would be round by Monday so the dogs would survive.
I never saw Leonard Cohen. His tickets were too expensive for me. Then he died. I guess I have seen Tony Christie twice. And I bloody loved him, with mum too.
Cohen would have got me I think. Or maybe I’m just a shit individual who can’t even be American!
Hate me, hate life. Don’t want to sleep because I don’t want to morning to come. My shits will be mental, my heartburn will kill me and my depression will whisper. I ignore it a lot, but I drink and leave it wide open. Stupid middle aged woman. Dick head!!!!
I just realised that I am a very ‘lonely’ woman. My daughter has gone off for a week with her dad.
No work today, so I walked my dog and my puppy on a lovely walk round the nature reserve. As I got back I was accosted my my neighbour accusing me of scratching her car….I didn’t….but it all ended up in a slanging match due to the aggressive way she confronted me while I was taking the puppy out of the car, and then accused me of bad parking and again scratching her car.
Well I got in the house, the went out the back door and had it out with both her and her partner. I said why would I not tell you if I caught your car….I’m insured 🙄
Well I did say that I would be more careful with my parking. Although I didn’t catch the cunting car!
Well I was upset. Talked to mum which made things better then to Emilie who was also great.
So naturally I decided to have a bottle of wine.
Wished I had someone to back me up for once. Never have that other person to stand up for me.
Felt really down. Sometimes I wish I had someone right there to have my back. Probably seem like a weak target been a woman. They all have a male back up don’t they.
Anyway, drank myself happy then she came round to apologise and we had a lovely conversation.
Maybe even with the male back up )not that I think she needed it!) she still wanted things to be okay.
So hopefully things are sorted. Still fucked up my pledge to not drink all bank holiday weekend. What a fucking joke. I’m goi g to feel like hell tomorrow so I’m still sat here desperately drinking rehydration drinks and tea at 23.11 🙄
I wish I could divorce myself and be done with my shit. Oh to return to the depressed 14 year old girl who didn’t have these sort of crutches. Every app I try, every good thoughts, every bit of will power….withers before my desire to romanticise the booze! I want it, I need it. I want more right now. I want it, I want it. Where am I going. The day turned out fine…..yet still I want. I don’t know where I want to go, I just want more more more. I want gin and tonic and another glass of wine. I will stop once I’m throwing up. But I can go a bit further yet. I want it!!!! Give it to me! God help me. Help. Hell. I want it.
I write to Tumblr because no one ever reads it.
My lounge flooded, big time, whilst I was on a weekend in Germany.
Thankful for insurance, but now my house is full of long pipes and dehumidifiers. I have no lounge, shit everywhere and no door in the house closes. Then because I had a very good payday, I decided to buy a little puppy. How fucking stupidll!!!! It’s like having a child in the house again! Now like a twat I am im the middle of an insurance crisis and the new mother of a tiny weenie thing while I work full time. What the actual fuck have I done????
Still, at least in three months she will be more grown. Fuck me the money I think I have to spend.
The more responsibility i take on, how the fuck do I ever end this fucking existence…..yeah….I had these feelings at 15 and still they remain at 45. Keeping everyone happy. Shit on me, house is fucked up beyond all recognition, Ive upset my faithful Giggy by getting a little puppy, and I still hate the fucking job. Oh, and still a borderline alcoholic 🤣
I guess I’m just looking forward to retirement 🤣
😡😡😡
I don’t even listen to this song. It’s one of my daughters. Something tells me it will mean more before I die.
Read The Road by Cormac McCarthy. Absolutely nothing means anything.
I’m old. I do t get what’s going on here. I just want a anonymity to post shot that will never be read . I post shot. Best you don’t ever read the broken dreams of a middle aged woman. Keep believing that your dreams will eventually become true.