Fandom: Good Omens
Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: After the Notapocalypse, Aziraphale's almost a different angel. He's happy. He's relaxed. He's confident. People notice.
Crowley notices them noticing, and he's not happy about it.
Original Text: https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/83062813
Music:  Hopscotch By Fifths by Joe Kraemer

Looking Good, Mr Fell

Good Omens Explicit fanfic by demonsandpieohmy, based on artwork by Elenthya.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/53648926

To Shreds.m4a

Rating: Explicit
Link to Original Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53061940

Summary: 
“And all your admirers in Portland Place—if they could see you now—”

“They’d expire on the spot,” said Aziraphale cheerfully, sliding a slow, deliberate hand from Crowley’s hip bone down the furrow of his pelvis. “Or ask to stay and watch the show.” His fingers found soft curls, reached a little farther down. “Oh, they’d have coveted you,” he added. “Gorgeous creature that you are. But I would have kept you all to myself.”

“Oh,”’ sighed Crowley. “They could—oh—they could watch—ah—just to see that you’re mine.”

O You and Me at Last

Summary:  Soft Crowley thinking about his Angel Aziraphale in the wake of the Apocalypse that wasn’t, while talking to his plants.

“I told myself if it was all still here by now, I’d do it,” Crowley said to a quaking fiddleleaf fig.

“And now, well... it’s now,” he said as he knelt and flicked the tips of a timid Sansevieria, “and that means I’m gonna have to talk to him, and I’m gonna have to tell him.”

Rating: Teen and Up
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19095055/chapters/45367003
Music: Wondrous Worlds by Paul Mottram

Talking to the Plants

Chapter 1

Rating: Explicit
Original Text: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19810837
Summary: Crowley couldn’t quite recall how he came to find himself in this exact scenario. He asked himself what he could possibly have done in all his many many many many years to deserve to be burning as he was just now. Then he took a mental tally and silently agreed that perhaps he’d been a bit of a bastard and deserved this.

What this was, was Aziraphale asking him if he’d ever masturbated before.

Music: Doing Stuff by David Kelly

An Angel's Temptation

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

Rated: Mature
Original Text: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19181752
Summary: It turns out that, despite six thousand years of unresolved sexual tension, Aziraphale and Crowley aren't actually any good at having sex.

Music: Presto Overture Arr. Julian Gallant, Jeff Meegan and David Tobin

Fireworks

Rating: Explicit
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20268964
Summary:  Crowley is not nicccccccce!
Music: Cool Customer by Sam Wedgwood

Nice

Nice **Explicit**

Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: The world had failed to end over a year ago, and Heaven and Hell hadn't so much as looked sideways at them since the kidnapping. As they had taken six thousand years to plan the apocalypse, and their first move against Crowley and Aziraphale had failed so miserably, the duo had assumed they had more than a little bit of time to relax before they had to start watching their backs again. Crowley had moved his flat into the upstairs of the bookshop – quite literally, much to Aziraphale's dismay to find one afternoon – and life had continued on exactly the way it shouldn't have: happily.
Unfortunately, the ever after part proves trickier after only a year.
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20320441/chapters/48177760#workskin
Music:  Serious Business by Patrick Hawes

In All Things, Balance

In All Things, Balance 1

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

Imagine Being Loved By Me

Something Like Home

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