Neilgaiman Stories

Crowley and Aziraphale part ways after Crowley finally admits his feelings for the angel. But it would be naive to think the two beings could simply stay out of each other's way, when it's so obvious (and canon!) that they like each other. Some even suggest they're in love. - - - a silly little fix-it-story as a fast way to cope with the ending to the second season. originally uploaded in august 2023, entire rewrite in late 2025 / early 2026. not my cover art.

C O R A L I N E - NEIL GAIMAN Coraline was a very curious girl. She decided to explore everything in her new home and, of course, opened the door that always remained locked....

Have ever got stuck on a plot, a word, a scene or a story so much that you can't move forward? We as writers, believe everyone has been through that "phase". To counteract that stage and to boost our writing community(and the writer in us), we all need a boost, a push to keep at it. Keeping in mind, every Sunday, NewlyWrittenBooks are going to publish a writer's empowerment quote from writers across the world, to spark the writing bug within you. Cover made by the amazingly gifted @druidoflore :)

A little glimpse into the type of mischief that Crowley and Eden engage in during their time at the shop!

The day that Crowley's world blazed to its ashes. A retelling of the bookshop fire scene. Illustration by Jamie (known as "Junk Wheel" on both Twitter and Tumblr)

Freddie Fell, named after Freddie Mercury from Queen, is the adopted daughter of Aziraphale and Crowley. Read all about an angel and a demon's struggle to be good father figures whilst their kid is quite a wild child. She/Her pronouns for Freddie He/him for Aziraphale and Crowley Events take place during the beginning of Season 1 Disclaimer: I do not in anyway, shape or form own Good Omens (though I wish I did), Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman get the rights to everything except Freddie, who I came up with.

After Armageddon, Crowley offered Aziraphale to stay at his place. And after a few drinks both decided to go to sleep, but when Crowley showed Auiraphale the bedroom, something got into the angels mind ...

Crowley has a special surprise for Eden

Assorodus meaning "silvery water". The Endless were not the first entities to come into existence at the dawn of the cosmos, of everything known. Yes, Father Time and Mother Night were there, but also someone else. Known to the Greeks as Talos, to others the Writer, or even the First Writer, giver of purpose to everything that breathed and sometimes to things that did not. For the sake of many, it would be easier to call this being simply Purpose, with whom Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, came into close connection at the beginning of his reign, for men tend to ponder their purpose in their dreams. In front of each other, they can allow themselves to be open, and most of their secrets shared. Soon the two of the most potent creations started to depend on each other's friendship and eventually, Morpheus caught feelings he shouldn't have. This is his story through Talos' eyes. '"Dear Prince of Dreams, you shouldn't worry about such matters, not for a long while at least. This universe will proceed to exist for eons to come, I'm sure of it. However, everything will cease to exist one day, as this is how things go, as nothing is forever. Except for maybe you. Dreams don't die so easily." 'He pressed his forehead against mine, sideways so his nose brushed my cheek. I could feel his breathing on my lips, his wild hair falling over my brow, tremors shaking his bones, signalling his desire to get as close as he could, but he held back. I told him to do so. "You wrote it so?" He breathed into my mouth. "I did."'

Eden suffers a very traumatic experience.....

Chocolates are a wonderful thing to share with your loved ones....

"I know, for God's sake! But we can't do foolish things," protests Aziraphale, concerned. "Let's not overextend ourselves either," Crowley replies, raising his hands towards him. "We're not in a position to demand more of ourselves than we're capable of."

You are Dream's twin sister, you and you're brother work side by side, he m akes you fetch for the Corinthian which whom you have a complicated relationship too. Just when you are about to do as told you find yourself being trapped underground of a building. (This is a one shot I decided to write. Not sure if it'll stay the same or if it will turn into a full book, please let me know.)

As the title says. Could be random.

The night after the Armageddon is revealing things about what Crowley and Aziraphale truly feel, and the confession is following a certain plan that had never actually been implemented (or, at least, not in that specific universe)

I write sometimes for fun, I write simple because it's how I enjoy reading so I apologise if its a bit boring I'm not sure- I never write smut, mostly fluff and some angst Aroace QPR Aziracrow, written by an Aroace They/He Aziraphale He/They/She Crowley !!!!!ON HOLD!!!!!

"You cannot touch him or else you will become like him." "Is it not better to be with him for eternity and be the same as he is than to be separated forever? Is it not better to love unconditionally than to leave him hurt and afraid of whatever is to come of him?" She asked quietly, her voice trembling as she looked at Raphael. "I want to be with him. Whether he is an angel or not. I want to die with him, should that be his demise." "You would rather simply quit being than to have loved and lost? Does this pain not humble you?" "If there is anything that I have learned," the Wolf began, "it's that pain rarely ever humbles you. It brings out the wolf." -------- If you have not read "The Mistake and Her Temptation" I recommend you do so before reading this. It's not a necessity, but this book would make a lot more sense if you do. The Mistake and Her Temptation can be found on my page. I do not own any of these characters. This is a Good Omens fanfiction, however it takes place before the fall and so the character "Crowley" has not been named Crowley as of yet so I'm not sure if it's really fanfiction or just two angels falling (ha) for each other.

This my work I did for literature class. Here is a little part to get going: It was a windy spring's eve. The flowers that just recently had flourished were desperately holding on to their leaves, and the green trees stood tall and proud and sang as the breeze brushed through them. A deer had greeted itself with a small grass tuft that had stayed hidden in the winter snow. It was not only the deer that greeted something familiar this day, for on top of the hill, near the old graveyard gates stood an old man observing his surroundings. He knew this place very well, for he had lived here once, but that was long ago.