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A good omens post s2 fanfic in which Crowley is reinstated as an angel.

Factory Settings - Chapter 1

Podfic of the Good Omens Roomates Human AU, Vignettes of a Life Together by Busy24_7.

Read original work: archiveofourown.org/works/53763031/…pters/136093543

Rated: Explicit

Summary: Crowley, botany student and professional worrier, is harboring a massive, secret crush on his new roommate. Aziraphale, on the other hand, is more clueless than he is given credit for. Will these two ever figure it out, or is Crowley doomed to a life of pining? A 5+1-style fic with a whole lot of fluff and intentionally minimal angst. Rated M for the first few chapters, but will be upgraded to E if Crowley ever gets his way…

Vignettes of a Life Together: Chapter 7 [podfic]

An explicit Good Omens fic by Calico, in which Aziraphale’s size kink gets activated by a frustrated Crowley. 

Find the original fic here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/53339818

A Bit Much

Link to original text: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63005779
Summary:
Upon opening A.Z. Fell and Co. in 1800 one of the first entirely practical miracles Aziraphale performed was on the wastepaper basket. Any objects placed in the bin beside Aziraphale’s desk would be promptly, yet discreetly, dispersed to a pocket dimension.

Upon Aziraphale opening the bookshop the first absolutely frivolous miracle Crowley performed was to reroute the contents of said wastepaper basket from the pocket dimension directly into his own flat.

It was all going as planned until sketches of a tall, slender figure with sharp features began to turn up.


Minor Miracle

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:  Explicit
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19874908
Summary:  He hadn’t expected a sudden lapful of angel.
“Very sorry about this,” Aziraphale said, and kissed him.

Music: Highlands by Michael Levine, Bijan Olia and Charles Sicouri

You, Soft and Only

You, Soft and Only by thehoyden

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:  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

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