Goodomensfanfic Stories

just a bunch of crappy one-shots for all those johnlock and ineffable husbands lovers out there. request are open, so feel free to leave some requests.

this is my first ever one shot book and I guarantee there's going to be: - a fuck tone of smut - loads of fluff - a shitty amount of angst - and 4 OCs of mine ⚠️ very mature and I kindly suggest you don't read this if you don't want to⚠️

so yeah you read the title its just Crowley x Aziraphale stuff and thangs cuz yeah :) anyways hope you enjoy this is also my first story on here and pratically first story EVER!!!. so yeah pls no hate :). anyways bye bye :).

a fan fiction written by seventeen y/o autistic me when I was DEEP in my good omens special interest. ⚠️ NON S€XUAL!

SPARK | ❝ a particular demon falling for a human. ❞ currently on hold. [crowleyxoc] [good omens] ©2020 -deanspie ✰ [highest rankings] #1 - crowley (12/1/19)

Ineffable Boyfriends/Husbands oneshots SFW by Dexter He11

Đây là một mẫu fan fic tui tự viết dưa trên giả thuyết coffee theory:v, đây sẽ là 1 câu chuyện mà t nghĩ sẽ tiếp diễn nếu giả thuyết coffee theory đúng, kèm theo đó là những suy nghĩ của t về những suy nghĩ của các nhân vật, tình cảm của họ diễn tả ntn, đó là điều mình muốn thể hiện và muốn viết nên.

Samantha is a normal girl on a trip in London. Little does she know she will encounter a certain angel and demon, who will change her life as she knows it forever by getting dragged into a world of angels, demons, powers and change, a hope for her to change the world.

Crowley y sus compañeros asisten a la Escuela Infernal, donde los demonios jóvenes aprenden a usar sus poderes para el mal. Talentoso y arrogante, considera que la escuela es una pérdida de tiempo, hasta que llega un alumno de intercambio que le roba el corazón y lo hace apreciar más su tiempo allí: Aziraphale, un ángel de la Escuela Celestial que es tan inocente como hermoso y que a pesar de tener miedo va descubriendo que no todo en el infierno es tan malo como creía.

Aziraphale was fully aware of how Crowley felt about him. After 6,000 years, you get to know a person very well - their emotions become obvious, no matter how hard they try to hide it. Well, that, and also Crowley wasn't exactly subtle. The long meaningful glances, the playful banter, the nickname. Aziraphale as fully aware of how the demon felt about him. He was also painfully aware of how he didn't feel the same. He loved Crowley, but it wasn't in the same way. He didn't feel romantic attraction towards him - or anyone, for that matter. Aziraphale did everything he could to return the feelings, but he just... couldn't. He loved Crowley, but not in the same way. And he couldn't shake the guilt he was feeling because of it.

One girl in a pale green dress. One angel and one demon named respectively Aziraphale and Crowley. The crowning themselves of parents. A being entirely new to all. (A fic based off the Good Omens world.)

Just a normal Tuesday for the well known husbands who run the A.Z. Fell & Co. book shop on Whickber street in Soho. Good Omens one-shot!

Un día Aziraphale amanece convertido en una serpiente blanca. No sabe por qué o cómo, lo único que sabe es que no puede recobrar su forma humana. Al verlo entristecido por su suerte, Crowley decide permanecer también como serpiente para que no se sienta solo. Todo parece retornar a la normalidad, excepto por un pequeño detalle: Zira ha puesto una gran cantidad de huevos. ¿Van a tener familia en su forma de reptiles?

Good and evil, heaven and hell, black and white. Humanity is in the middle of good and evil. Neither good, nor particularly bad. And sometimes weird coincidences happen. „Big brains, the size of..." he made a long pause, the sofa in which I guess he sat made a noise. „Damn big brains. Not to mention the whales. Brain city. Whales." That's a weird topic to talk about when one's drunk. I thought back to when my friends and I, back home got drunk. We mostly talked about dates and guys and school. „Kraken. Oh great, big bugger." The other person chimed in. „Supposed to rise up tot he surface, right, right up at the end when the sea boils."

"Oi, what're yew still doin' 'ere?" He asked confidently and loudly, drink behind his leg so it's not that visible, he didn't want the little angel knowing he was intoxicated but also not wanting to sober up just yet. "I was stationed here?" Muriel asked more than said. "Oh, you were aban- aband- abandoned too, ay?" He staggers to his chair, accidentally letting the little angel glimpse the full bottle. Muriel stammers for a minute, head probably too many thoughts at once he knows that feeling, he gives them all the time they need. "I wouldn't say abandoned-" And it's this sentence that reminds him that they are an angel and angels don't see the deceiving truth of heaven. "Oh, yeah," Crowley scoffs taking a swig of the full bottle not caring anymore that the little angel will see after all the little angel takes after the angel he cares most about, "What would you say then?" "Put in charge of looking after the bookshop, of course." They nod smiling. He looks at them freely with so much feelings running through him, and then he pushes it away. Decides to stay.

"𝘖𝘩, 𝘔𝘳 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘺, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥?" In a certain little bookshop nestled on a street in Soho, something is amiss with a certain ethereal sushi-lover. Being served to our favorite hip-swishing smooth-talking mess of a demon is an appetizer of catty demoness with a passion for chaos, an entrée featuring a Hellishly evil plan to clip the wings of all the angels, and a cold dish of apparent betrayal with whipped cream and a cherry on top for dessert. Better get a good bottle of chardonnay, Crowley, you're gonna need it for this one. *Good Omens and all associated characters featured in this work are owned by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. **Song credit to Mr Ozzy Osbourne, "Mr Crowley" ***Artwork depicted on cover was designed by myself, and not stolen from the internet

Aziraphale gifts Crowley a plant.

Good Omens fan fiction the what ifs and the why's.