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A Good Omens fic
Rated: Teen and Up
Summary: “Three.” Aziraphale paused, and then pointed to the lounge. “That.”
“Oh.”
“Crowley.”
“Um.”
Original Text: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31035899
🧡 on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/77855321
Music: Death At The Circus by Gerrit Wunder and Dorothee Badent

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Factory Settings - Chapter 19

Factory Settings - Chapter 42

Link to Original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32104531/chapters/79536028
Summary:
Aziraphale and Crowley have lived together for three years when lockdown goes into effect. When Aziraphale meets a nice girl on Tinder who he thinks is his perfect match, he's delighted. There's just one hurdle: that pesky virginity thing. Lucky for him, Crowley has always been there for him. He's helped Aziraphale with every other problem through the years, why not this one?


Still A Mounted Dildo

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 4

Summary:
He found himself thinking more and more about sexuality in general, and in relation to him and Aziraphale very specifically.

Scouring the internet, he found all kinds of information about the different ways humans chose to identify themselves... He had never thought of himself as a sexual being, but he knew deep down that he had always loved Aziraphale. So why couldn't that include sexual feelings as well?

Link To Original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57040642


The Label Isn't Really What's Important

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

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: archiveofourown.org/works/20014447
Summary: Crowley hiccups. It turns into a burp. “Angel,” he repeats, and if it sounds soppy, well, what do you expect. Crowley is three winds—sheets—anyway he’s shitfaced. It’s not like Aziraphale doesn’t know Crowley’s in love with him. It’s not like it’s a secret. It’s not like Crowley hasn’t lived with the mortification of being known down to the molecule every day for six thousand years.
Why is he here again? Oh yes.
Music:  Guilty Pleasures by Igor Dvorak, Duncan Pittock and Ellie Kidd

indelible

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: 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

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