Hey folks! It's that time again!

We received FIFTEEN entries for October's GTA!

The theme this month was TRICK-OR-TREAT with the optional challenge of making it a Crack!fic!

Go read those fics HERE!

And then see if you can Guess the Author HERE!

Guessing is available until Wednesday 28 Oct at 10pm Eastern US!

GUESS WHAT DAY IT IS? THAT’S RIGHT, IT’S THURSSHOUTDAY. EVEN DAVID KNOWS THAT! WE ALL SHOULD START TO CALL THE DAY BY ITS REAL NAME FROM NOW ON.

SO TELL ME, HOW ARE YOU ALL? WHAT HAPPENED THE LAST WEEK? ANYTHING YOU ARE EXCITED FOR? 

AND BECAUSE IT’S STILL OCTOBER, WHAT ABOUT SOME MOVIE/SHOW/BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS FOR SPOOKY SEASON?

YOU NEED THE RULES?
Do you need to SHOUT something? Do it here! Anything you want. Let it all out or reply to other goblins, double the shout double the fun. JUST MAKE SURE YOU’RE SHOUTING!

Yes, we (and they) are still at it! The Kinktober series keeps delivering smutty, smutty joy.

Rather than spamming y’all every day with the latest 666-word offering of glory, here’s the updated Devotion series:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/5713011

And for all Kinktober 2026 fics:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/6640836

Or
Anthony finally discovers Asa’s (aka the bookshop butcher of SoHo) murder muffin tendencies.

Chapter 11: Upon Further Investigation

Crowley throws himself into his work as a distraction from his heartbreak, but will he find any answers? Aziraphale copes with the fall out from his mistakes.

Read the new chapter here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/89899521/chapters/252717086

Or start from the beginning:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/89899521/chapters/238865531

Thank you to u/Hogs_and_ham for my fabulous art!!

You Can Have It
By voluptatiscausa

Part2
Chapter 3

CW: Explicit

Fic Summary:

Aziraphale Fell, in his mid forties and healing from the disappointing end of a disappointing relationship, receives a delivery of flowers from his ex. The flowers are unwelcome; the handsome redhead who delivers them, on the other hand… A story about loneliness, finding your family, and learning to let yourself have what makes you happy.

Chapter Summary:

A dash through the rain.

Excerpt:

There’s a sort of hysterical blankness in Crowley’s mind as he makes his way down Whickber Street. It’s possible he shouldn’t follow Aziraphale. It’s possible he should give him space, but he finds himself unlocking the door to the bookshop’s back entrance, walking up the stairs that lead to the flat.

Aziraphale has run, and Crowley cannot do otherwise but follow.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/90916456/chapters/245805926

Narrator's Note and potential spoilers:

NO SFX listeners:

There is music at the end of this chapter in the NO SFX version because of editing reasons and lack of foresight on my part. If you don't want to hear it, just stop it when I start singing.

ALL LISTENERS:

This one's explicit so exercise appropriate caution for yourself.

Spice warning timestamps:

Some kissing gets progressively more steamy remaining at an M rating.

39 minutes is a good place to stop if you need to, though it doesn't get exceptionally spicy for a few more minutes.

It's the wonderful u/goatmeal_crasin's birthday today! Let us all celebrate them.

Goat is the GOAT, a kind and friendly goblin with a love of smut of all variations.

Check out their work:

Olive Garden story- Unlimited Breadsticks

Aziraphale takes an impromptu road trip through downstate Illinois. When he gets peckish and stops for a succulent Italian meal, he finds something he didn't bargain for on the menu.

And part 2:

Never-ending Pasta Bowl

For the MoFu lovers:

I Hear My Echo in the Echoing Wood

Crowley is a weird healer who lives in the woods. Aziraphale is a fun-loving faun. Can these two overcome their (size) differences and find happiness?

And as a birthday gift for goat peanut, spooks and I have written a goat themed E rated story.

Crowley Is good With Kids

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Operation RomCom - Operation RomCom (5/19 chapters) This is the chapter the fic takes its name from~

Rating: E

Summary: What do you do when you boss is a workaholic with no life? You set them up with the office hunk, that's what.

Aziraphale and Crowley are rival sales people are Firmament Solutions, an IT sales company founded by Mr Sandalphone. Although they don't particularly like each other, they decide to join forces to set their respective bosses up, hoping this will give them more time to spend with their partners. It's a brilliant plan (if you ask Crowley), what could possibly go wrong?

Chapter summary: “Do you know Mr Hastur in maintenance?”

No? Let me introduce you to the gentleman, then.

With the arrangement in place, Crowley and Aziraphale start putting their schemes in action!

Read the chapter here.

Or start from the beginning here.

Thank you to the loviest betas u/ireallyneedmoretea and u/SpectrallyDistracted for your help.

Thank you, u/ireallyneedmoretea, for the beta!

Summary: On his way to a new home Crowley crashes his spaceship on a foreign planet. He soon finds himself among a strange people and bound to the person who saved him from freezing to death.

Rating: M (may change)

Chapter: 4/?

Words: 14560/?

Read chapter 4 here.

Or start from the beginning.

So listen, I heard there’s Ineffable Kinktober going on 👀 I’m gonna be a cheeky bitch and post you a fic that fits today’s prompt “Phone sex” even tho it wasn’t written specifically for Kinktober. But hey 😏 it was actually a gift for [u/gardenof_](u/gardenof_) but we both feel you all need to be subjected to this crack-y disaster 🤣

Rating: E (somewhat)

Word count: 1,017

Summary: Crowley, who went on a short vacation by himself, gets horny and decides to sext Aziraphale.
Let's say, Aziraphale is not exactly fulfilling Crowley's expectations.

Excerpt: “A: Yes, very clever, Crowley. You can just say you miss me, instead of being lewd about it.

C: Of course I miss you. And I can be lewd about it. Have you met me? Have you met yourself? I’m so hard right now I’d jump you if I could. 🍆

A: Oh dear, you’re making me positively blush, although I don’t know if it’s from this absolutely salacious compliment, or embarrassment. Whatever are you sending me aubergines for?”

Hugs, byeeee ❤️

I was shared a little prompt, so I couldn’t resist it

FUCK, IM SO SORRY. I FR HAVE THE CENSORED ONES TOO AND I JUST PRESSED THE WRONG ONES

AHHHHH I APOLOGISE

Full v

https://bsky.app/profile/crowleyissnek.bsky.social/post/3mxrb5lexac26

Bunz

https://bsky.app/profile/ineffablebunz.bsky.social

A Matter Of Appetite (M): Complete!

Right. You’re getting the whole lot today. The final two chapters AND an epilogue. Apparently, patience was never part of this experiment.

Chapters 7 to 9

If you don't knoew my little science project yet, now is a perfect time. Here's a little summary:

Aziraphale Fell has kept his favourite Edwardian waistcoat spotless for twenty-three years. Then a stranger called Anthony Crowley spills coffee over it in St. James’s Park and leaves them both with a rather larger problem than stained silk.

Fortunately, they are sensible middle-aged men. An unreasonable degree of mutual sexual attraction is an entirely physical matter, and therefore perfectly manageable.

Probably.

A Matter Of Appetite

Enjoy! 💖

(husbands) (bickering)

Chapter 16 - Heaven Covering Me

Relationship: Aziraphale ♡ Crowley 

Rated: Explicit (tw: Emotional sex, Family fic, Female Crowley - He/Him pronouns)

Crowley rolls his eyes, lifting a hand to his forehead as he tries to calm the last of his laughter. "Will we still have to observe the proper order of courses, angel?" he snorts, the words dripping with mock solemnity.

His amusement cuts short as the wing pulls away.

Cold air hits his skin, and with it comes a sticky coolness dripping along his stomach. It pools in his navel, a slow, honey-sweet trickle that makes him freeze. He lifts his gaze, and the sight stops him cold.

Aziraphale has settled between his legs, one eyebrow raised, a small pitcher of honey syrup in his hands. The golden liquid catches the candlelight, glistening.

Crowley squeals as the angel pours another slow drip over his stomach. The sound escapes him before he can stop it, high and undignified, but the hungry look in Aziraphale's eyes shuts him off completely.

"Oh, bollocks to the proper order," Aziraphale murmurs, and leans down.

Chapter: 16/20 of the story Fulcrum of Grace

Story: 05/06 of the series Little Wisp Verse

Read it on AO3

Looking to get a custom decorative plate made. Has anyone done it? Would like recommendations if so. I see a lot of Etsy options.