Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤
Five Fav Fics
Thanks @snae-b for including me; I'm grateful... and I'm always up for a bit of self-love ;)
1 - Our Two Solitudes, Rated E, 36k words, complete.
Tags include: First kiss, First time, Wing kink, Gentle Dom Aziraphale, Crowley has a praise kink, & multiple "through the ages" eras.
Summary: Aziraphale has spent most of his long existence alone. First in Heaven, isolated due to his anomalous, sensitive wings. Then on Earth, a solitary angel amidst a world of Humanity. Likewise, Crowley, banished from Heaven and so different from his fellow demons, has spent his lonely millennia pining for the one Being he cannot have. In Central America, in 1986, they each will rescue the other, and perhaps discover that they are not so alone after all.
Excerpt: Crowley often dreams of Falling. The helpless spiralling descent followed by the cataclysmic impact that resonates in every atom of his corporation. The interminable burning pain. The smouldering odor of his charred wings biting at his sinuses, making him wrench his neck to and fro to escape the acrid fumes. This nightmare is especially vivid, bright with the coppery scent of blood in his nostrils, and a heavy weight pinning him down, spiking his adrenaline with claustrophobic panic. Lurid noises add to the chaos: the roar of nearby flames, raging, devouring. Anguished screams. Not the howls of demons or falling angels — human screams. And gunfire, distant but coming closer. And then a familiar gasping voice filters into his consciousness, barely more than a pained whisper. “Crowley, we have to move.”
2 - A Social Construct, Rated E, 120k words, WIP (likely to be over 200k, slow to update).
Tags (mind them please, this fic is heavy) include: AU-human, AU-university, Slow burn, Sexual discovery, Virgin Aziraphale, Past abuse, Past drug addiction, Past rape/non-con, Past underage, Permanent injury, Sexting, Dating app, Mistaken identity, Lying by omission, Power imbalance (not between main characters), Unless you mean the fun kind of power imbalance
Note: The first few chapters of this fic do give a bit of a romcom vibe and it's fun. Newt, Anathema, and Tracy are prominent players and will continue to be. But the vast majority of the fic explores recovery from various past traumas, as well as other dangers I won't spoil for you. And the sexual discovery tag ;)
Summary: Aziraphale Fell, 23, PhD student, has one short, miserable relationship under his belt and is still quite inexperienced. With the encouragement of his friend Anathema, and against his better judgement, he joins the hookup app Lustr. Anthony Crowley, also 23, is working to finish his junior year after a troubled youth. He doesn't date, but he has spent the last few months pining after the angel in the library - the one with the bow tie and the kind smile - and trying to find the courage to speak to him. Crowley hasn't swiped anyone on Lustr in months... But he looks. And seeing an unexpected face might spur him to action.
Excerpt: Crowley is no stranger to panic attacks. When his anxiety grows larger than life, clutching him in its massive hands - (trapped like the poor little frogs he used to hunt in his back garden: damp skin, straining limbs, heaving lungs, drumming heart) - Crowley needs to move. For a long time, he wasn’t allowed. Locked in Luke’s room or in rehab, or drugged into submission, or stuck in a hospital bed. Tonight, he can.
