Rated:  Explicit
Summary:  Aziraphale misses writing letters and starts a modern-day correspondence with Crowley by mail. Somehow, it's easier to describe their feelings in the written word, and secrets begin to spill a little more quickly than either Aziraphale or Crowley had expected.
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/26183776/chapters/63715888
Music: Butterflies and Daisies by Thomas Parisch

To reveal my heart in ink

Chapter 5 Factory Settings - Chapter 40

8 Prove It - MUSIC

A Good Omens Podfic based on the fic of the same name by NooRose93, within which—due to unwelcome news given to him by Aziraphale—Crowley accidentally breaks time. How can he fix it? And more to the point - does he really want to?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/55483930/chapters/140799259
Rating: E
Cover art by IneffableCrankShaft
Music by PaperclipNinja

Friday I'm In Love - Ch 9

Ed is definitely not freaking out.

He’s so calm and collected about this. Not only did he talk to Pretty Ballet Boy, but he managed to ask him out on a date, fucking kiss him, and get his number, all in the span of less than an hour. Good job, Teach.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62125141/chapters/158903527#workskin

let’s make this last forever (Ed’s pov) by sparklespriggs and BabyKraken

Part of a series of Good Omens impromptu radio plays for my friends in the Good Omens community!
TW/CW: Accidental voyeurism / a semi-public half-mast erection 	
Rating: M
Tags: Human AU, Artist Crowley, Nude Model Aziraphale

This one’s for Lex!

10 - Full Bodied, Aged Like Fine Wine

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62227486 

He knows his duty. He knows what they are here in England to do. He has been bred for this, all of his father's hopes placed on him as if he were a prize racehorse that has been aimed at the Epsom Derby. 

A Regency ball, a planned match, a dashing war hero.

Natural Turn

Rating: Explicit
Link to Original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58678231/chapters/149517274
Summary:
Three nights during wartime, and one night after.

He would take one night. He would take one hour. Even if this was only pity, he would grasp it with both hands and hold it like joy. Even if it turned to dust and ashes on his tongue in the morning, he would keep the memory of sweetness.

“Just for tonight,” he murmured, thumb stroking Aziraphale’s. “No one ever has to know.”

Ch 3: On Whom Those Truths Do Rest

Outrageous_Ring

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