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An explicit good omens fic wherin Crowley and Aziraphale celebrate a particularly special anniversary.

Original fic by mybelovedismine: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57022297

A Very Tempting Anniversary.m4a

Rating: Explicit
Link to Original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49107550/chapters/123895858
Summary:
After years of enduring hellish neighbours, Crowley is delighted when they finally move out, and even more delighted when their replacement is easy going, friendly, doesn’t leave his bins on the kerb for weeks, and… attractive in a way that causes a fluttering in Crowley’s midsection like a battalion of butterflies attempting to form ranks.

Crowley knows that hooking up with the person who lives next door to him is a Bad Idea. But a jar of his Nan’s famous caramel sauce as a ‘welcome to the neighbourhood’ gesture couldn’t hurt. And what’s he supposed to do when Aziraphale continues to show up at Crowley’s door with an irresistible smile, asking for more?

Caramel Delight

Ch 4: Caramel Delight

A Good Omens Podfic based on the fic of the same name by Zin_Lynn, in which Crowley and Aziraphale find themselves magically bound to be touching at all times after a handfasting mishap, and embark on a several day journey to the last witch in England to set the situation right. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55635766/chapters/141215815
Rating: E
Cover art by Gleafer
Music by PaperclipNinja

Stuck On You - Chapter 4

In which people keep mistaking Crowley and Aziraphale for a couple, and Aziraphale starts to wonder if there might be something to it.

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i'd like for you and i to go romancing

Rating: General Audience
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19324027
Summary:  Crowley was standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets, looking a little lost. Aziraphale eyed the distance between them. Five steps. Five steps, and six thousand years, and a battlefield spanning an eternity.
The story of the little moments over the millennia that shape an angel’s regard for a demon, and the way he slowly, with great reluctance but inevitable surety, falls in love.

Music: Just Do It by Paul Mottram

An Angel who did not so much Fall

Rating:  Explicit
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19874908
Summary:  He hadn’t expected a sudden lapful of angel.
“Very sorry about this,” Aziraphale said, and kissed him.

Music: Highlands by Michael Levine, Bijan Olia and Charles Sicouri

You, Soft and Only

You, Soft and Only by thehoyden

Rating: Mature
Original text: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20167951
Summary:  “But I’d never see my books again, Crowley. And the shop. I haven’t even had a chance...And after you went through all the trouble of getting me this space.” He meant to put the glass down on the table. He missed on his first and second attempts, but got it on his third. “And I’d never see…” He looked up at Crowley. “Well, that is, I’d never see - “

“All right, angel.” Crowley cleared his throat. “You’re drunk.”

“If it wasn’t for you, I’d be there right now, chatting up bloody Uriel,” Aziraphale continued.

Aziraphale makes the choice that his subconscious was making all along.
Music: Hollywood Romance by Sunna Wehrmeijer

Heaven is a Place on Earth

Rating:  Explicit
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19468468
Summary:  What would it hurt, really? It wasn’t like Crowley had anything better on. No more orders, no more quotas, no more Arrangement. Aziraphale would never have to know.
“Wonderful. I’m the demon on my own shoulder.”
And he’d lost his angel, hadn’t he? All he had left were thoughts, memories…fantasies. And he had a very good imagination.
(After thwarting the end of the world, Aziraphale begins to avoid Crowley, and Crowley accidentally awakens his own repressed lust.)
Music:  Wind In My Sails by Chris Warner

Through Every Door

Rating:  Explicit
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20598830
Summary:  Crowley’s eyes flutter shut and he pictures that it’s Aziraphale’s hand in his hair. Imagines that Aziraphale is there with him, touching his curls and his chest. Crowley drags his fingers through the downy hair smattering his chest, then continues down, grazing over the slightly concave curve of his stomach and past his belly button. Stopping at the elastic waistband of his boxers— designer, of course, Versace, and the only clothing he still has on— fingers dipping beneath the fabric but not yet committing. Teasing.
He lets out a shuddery breath, eyelids fluttering against his cheek.
Crowley doesn’t give in to the aching desire to make that commitment yet. Instead he pulls his fingers from the waistband and lets his hand float back up his body to settle against his chest once more.
He pinches a nipple. Rolls it between his fingers. Stutters out another hot breath. His hips twitch.
Aziraphale’s name sits hot and heavy on the back of his tongue.
Music:  Soho Sleaze by Chris Warner

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