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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 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

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:
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

Summary:  It began, like most memorable events in Crowley’s life did, with a bad decision; like most bad decisions, it involved poor impulse control and copious amounts of alcohol. The Antichrist had been born, and he put on lipstick and kitten heels to deal with it, but knew that the clock was ticking, and at times when time was slipping away, it helped to hold onto a bottle of gin.
Rating:  Explicit
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19237858
Music: Positive Outcome by Paul Mottram

The One in Which Crowley Discovers Wanking

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: 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: 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

You Don't Spell It... You Feel It

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

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