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third time's the charm by foolishlovers (T, 6.7k, complete)

for @omens-for-ophelia

a lasting impression by foolishlovers (T, 4k, complete)

for @sabotage-on-mercury

addi hi you’re are so very sweet!! i’m sending you all my hugs and i hope you’ll feel better soon 💜

here are some of my favourite idiots/friends to lovers good omens fics:

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak by triedunture (M, 17k) "Yes, exactly. Retire." Aziraphale reaches for the last remaining tartlet brimming with summer berries. "Somewhere along the south coast, perhaps." Or: Crowley and Aziraphale learn to move in tandem.

You are HoMe (Half of Me) by angelsnuffbox (T, 28k) Aziraphale had gotten dumped, plain and simple. But that small detail wasn’t nearly as important as all the things that happened after he’d gotten dumped - such as coming to a few realisations about his best friend of sixteen years.

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers by Gefionne (M, 28k) Because they can’t see each other more than once every few decades, Aziraphale suggests that he and Crowley write to each other to pass the time apart. As quills for their letters, they exchange wing feathers: a gesture of great intimacy that Crowley is convinced only he perceives the depth of. But time will tell that it’s not just him who sees it that way.

32 Questions That Lead To Love by ffonippop (E, 32k)

Okay, fine.

Crowley was 32-Questions-That-Lead-To-Love-ing Aziraphale. Sue him.

He had no expectations, all right? Just, an innocent curiosity.

Between Comfort And Chaos by anathxmadevice (T, 45k) “And how long have you two been a couple?” “Oh, I—” Aziraphale panics. “Ha, well, that’s a funny… We’re not actually—” “We’re just friends.” Crowley says, their voice clear and calm and lightly amused, either because of or in spite of Aziraphale’s flailing attempts to divert the conversation. “Ah, yes, quite.” Aziraphale says, then takes a sip of his drink just for something to do, instead of focussing on the way Crowley said just friends, and how it causes a painful throb in his chest that he has never fully got used to. His memory can only scrabble at the edge of a time where being just friends with Crowley didn’t feel like a particular form of torture. Or, Aziraphale has been desperately in love with his best friend and housemate Crowley since they were students, but is too scared to do anything about it.

Won't You be My Neighbor? by Spiro, ProblematicPitch (T, 52k) When Mr. A. Z. Fell moves to the quiet English village of Tadfield, he expects nosy neighbors and inquiries into his eccentric, solitary life. What he doesn't anticipate is Anthony J. Crowley, the surly nuisance / next-door-neighbor, who might very well need a friend as much as he does.

Good Endings by WyvernQuill (T, 56k) A Narrative of Certain Events following the Ending of the World (Except Not Quite), as vaguely hinted at in The Slapdash and Not Very Helpful Prophetic Tidbit of Agnes Nutter, Witch (And Matchmaker.)   "Their lives are in horrible, terrible danger that only we can save them from!" Anathema held up the Prophetic Tidbit. "It says so. Right here." Madame Tracy peered at the page. Raised a meaningful eyebrow. "Dearie, as a woman of, well, considerable experience, I really don't think that's what 'the lyttle Deathe' means in this context…" "Huh." Anathema squinted. Flipped the page. Read another bit. "….huh."   (Or, alternatively: Eight - give or take - matchmakers trying really, really hard, honest; two clueless ethereal/occult beings mutually pining their endless days away; and one witch, who can't leave well enough alone when it comes to matters of the heart, no matter how many centuries ago she died.)

Barriers, and the Breaking Thereof by Cardinal_Daughter (M, 71k) Ezra Fell has long been comfortable in his loneliness. He’s content to simply run the Soho Public Library and otherwise keep to himself. However, when a handsome stranger bursts in one evening with a baby, frantic and in need of help, Ezra finds those carefully constructed barriers he’s long maintained begin to crack. Perhaps it’s time to let them fall. Human AU. Complete.

Put Out The Fire by Aleakim (T, 133k) Aziraphale finds himself in a very awkward position as some sort of spell makes everyone merely glancing in his direction instantly fall deeply and desperately in love with him. Absolutely everyone. Well, apart from Crowley, that is. And while both angel and demon search for a solution to this fairly unique problem, Crowley can’t help wondering whether Aziraphale might finally figure out some things he kept hidden for so very long. [you can request more fic recs here]

proof that louis tomlinson is a good omens stan:

exhibit 1) twitter

1.1) follows michael sheen

(probably wishes david tennant had social media)

exhibit 2) lyrics

(faith in the future is an ode to good omens, u can’t convince me otherwise)

why write these lyrics if you’re not constantly thinking about aziraphale and crowley?? he probably got to read the script beforehand or smth

2.1) the greatest

Together, we’re the greatest

We'll never be that cold again

No fallin' all to pieces

We're the grеatest

It's you and me until the еnd

Life for us is never over

The way you know something

Your face reminded me

Of a love you cannot hide

But don't need to tell me why

Back dancin' in the dark

Back to the very start

Findin' pieces that can fit

Making up for what we missed

(how is this not screaming ineffable husbands to you??)

2.2) lucky again

'Cause I'm a hard man to lose

But I figured it out, then made my way back

To a life I would choose

We were lucky once, could be lucky again

I'm a hard man to find

But you figured it out and I love you for that

(THEY JUST NEED TO FIGURE IT OUT…..they could be lucky again……)

2.3) face the music

Good and bad and right and wrong

Are stories made up when we're young to scare us

Love and hate are in-between

Depends on your reality to see them

(oh cmonnn)

So, one more night

I'm gonna choose

I don't wanna face the music, but I still wanna dance with you

Let's buy some time

For what we shouldn't do

I don't wanna face the music, but I still wanna dance with you

(an angel and a demon dancing in a bookshop anyone??)

If you're standin' on the edge of fallin'

Open up and looking down

Everything that matters is forgotten

(ouch)

2.4) all this time

Oh, sometimes, sometimes, you lose your hope

But the friends we make, the love it takes

It's worth, it's worth, it's worth the pain

The friends we make, the love it takes

It's worth, it's worth, it's worth it all this time

(question: was s2 episode 6 worth the pain?)

2.5) out of my system

Slowly, I never wanna go slowly

I only wanna go faster

Towards disaster every time

With me, I know you wanna come with me

Take anything you can carry

And leave everythin' else behind

(pure crowley vibes…. is he still going too fast for him?)

Gotta get it out of my system

Gotta get it off of my chest

I've lived a lot of my life already

But I gotta get through the rest

(the rest… you mean the part where they end up in a sweet old south downs cottage together?)

Demons, I'm takin' all of my demons

Putting them where I won't see them

'Cause I just wanna feel alive

(i mean…..nothing much to say to this)

2.6) headline

You used to read me like a headline

So many reasons now you're not mine

Maybe if you'd taken more time

I'd still be the one you wanna talk to every night, oh

If you got in my head

You wouldn't be scared of what you'd find

You used to rеad me like a headlinе

Oh, that's the reason now you're not mine anymore

(okay now im just making myself sad)

2.7) saturdays

I've been wonderin' about what you're up to

Not for the first time

Not for the last time

And I've been thinking 'bout the things we used to do

Not for the first time

Not for the last time

(can u see crowley howling in his car….)

2.8) silver tongues

You and me until the end

Wakin' up to start again

You and me until the end

Wakin' up to start again

There's nowhere else that I would rather be

(it’s really just them… a group of the two of them…… until the end)

2.9) angels fly

(LIKE NAMING DEMONS WASN’T ENOUGH???)

Nothin' really matters

Nothin' really hurts

We can talk about it

It'll only make it worse

(crunching on what’s left of my heart)

There's a time for sayin' who did what

Where it went wrong

I wanna hear all that, but right now

All I need you to know is

You'll be okay, we can talk tomorrow

I'm on my way with some time to borrow

If every star is an eye in the sky

You'll see angels fly

I'll knock on your door, it'll save me from callin'

I won't say a word, it can wait till the mornin'

(…..there’s …..hope? they'll be okay??)

2.10) holding on to heartache

You said I'm holdin' on to heartache

You said I wear it like a crown

It's gonna drag me down

I'm holdin' on to heartache

You should be starin' at the sky

The birds just passin' by, love

(smth smth heartache, birds, fits just right)

2.11) copy of a copy of a copy

It's an old curse, dreamers divin' head first

Broken beaks and dead birds

Can't get through the glass

There's no use cryin' over spilled blood

Carin' only kills love

A kiss won't bring it back

(A KISS WONT BRING IT BACK I- NGHGHGKK)

thanks for coming to my (very long, oops) ted talk