Rating: Explicit
Link to Original Text: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53492491
Summary:
When Crowley opens the hotel room door and gets a full look at the dom he's hired, his first very uncharitable thought is that this is never going to work.

It's the beaming smile, the untidy mop of cherubic curls, the rather twee outfit. There's an overall aesthetic of a kindly, gay caricature from a vintage greeting card come to life, and nothing about that lines up with the sort of person Crowley's successfully gone under for before.

His second thought is that he knows a lot bloody better than to judge someone's ability to dominate him by looks alone, and that he's only being such a hypocritically judgmental dick because his anxiety's got him doomsdaying everything again—which is why he's hired someone to help him achieve his own version of meditation in the first place.

OR

Crowley's anxiety is interfering with his kink life so badly that he decides to hire a professional dom to help get him into subspace. It goes horribly until it goes absolutely amazing.


Submitted For Your Consideration

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 Post S2 Ineffable Husbands Fix-it, written and read by yours truly!

A nice and accurate prophecy of the season following the parting ways of an angel and his demon—if such an Ineffable Plan were written by a benevolent God…

In this tale, the Second Coming looms large. As the effort to thwart Heaven’s wiles is complicated by unexpected friends, a guileful Metatron, and a Heavenly floor full of the Blessed Dead—Aziraphale and Crowley find that navigating their relationship is not mutually exclusive from saving the world from Armageddon.

There is an outcome where the nightingales sing in Berkeley Square. The angels just need each other—and maybe a little help—to find it.

Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50067139/chapters/126426925 
Rating: T (for aspec intimacy)
Cover art by DaneeCastle
Music by PaperclipNinja

The Season of Nightingales - Ch 3

The Season of Nightingales - Ch 6

Podfic of "These Furious Passions, These Chances", written by Ark.
About a Certain Night in 1941.

Rating: Explicit
Link to the original: archiveofourown.org/works/20480360

These Furious Passions, These Chances (by Ark)

Summary: Fresh out of college, Aziraphale and Crowley are roommates, marching in NYC Pride with their best friends Eric and Beez. Aziraphale has had feelings for Crowley for a long time, but will he ever work up the courage to tell him?

Link to Original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56969575/chapters/144869275

Ch 2 - The Aftermath

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/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

Rating: Teen and Up
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19969099
Summary:  The looming threat of searing pain and the memory of blood pouring out of his mouth is enough of a deterrent to keep Crowley from ever daring to attempt saying the word Love again but nothing -
not even God Herself -
could stop him from showing it.
Music:  Waltz On A Tightrope by Gerant Wunder and Dorothee Badant

it's high time that you love me

Rated: Explicit
Summary:  Good Omens. In which there is a drunken morning after, but unfortunately no one can remember the night before.
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/22834984#main

Morning Has Broken

Rated:  Explicit
Summary:  God should not have built them with such discrepancy, made them need for love, and long for wholeness, then left them to their own devices.
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19307449#main\
🧡 on AO3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24856411

The Lightness of You

Based in Queensland, Australia
email: Podfixx@gmail.com
Formerly recording under the name Lockedinjohnlock, the change to Podfixx facilitated and reflected a broadening of interests!