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

A Good Omens Podfic based on the fic of the same name by Terraific, wherein Aziraphale stayed up late to finish a book, and now cannot make up his mind on how he'd like to have his demon.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64152169

Rating: E
Music by Purrple Cat from Pixabay

Before Dawn

The Season of Nightingales
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 2

Summary:
Crowley is the flirty yoga instructor at Garden of Eden health resort.

Aziraphale, the new masseur, doesn't trust his advances. However they'd be easier to ignore if he wasn't so hopelessly attracted to the infuriating man.

Link to Original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37538812/chapters/93694615

Ch 1 - Inhale

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)

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

Summary: Aziraphale has never met anyone else who can so eloquently convey the embodiment of a nonchalant shrug with a quirk of their mouth alone, but Crowley succeeds in doing just that before getting up and sauntering off into the sitting room. Goodness, the sway of his hips when he walks is so unnecessary. A distraction that frankly shouldn’t be allowed.
He lasts thirty-seven minutes before rescheduling their ‘evening’ appointment to ‘imminent’ and informing Crowley there’s been a change of plan.
(or: Crowley stumbles upon Aziraphale’s private book collection, and revelations are had of the non-biblical kind)
Rating: Explicit
Original Text: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19239514
Music: Excursion by Christopher Slaski

Well Versed In Wanting

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/20268964
Summary:  Crowley is not nicccccccce!
Music: Cool Customer by Sam Wedgwood

Nice

Nice **Explicit**

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

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