Rated:  Explicit
Summary:  Aziraphale misses writing letters and starts a modern-day correspondence with Crowley by mail. Somehow, it's easier to describe their feelings in the written word, and secrets begin to spill a little more quickly than either Aziraphale or Crowley had expected.
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/26183776/chapters/63715888
Music: Butterflies and Daisies by Thomas Parisch

To reveal my heart in ink

Chapter 1

This is the fic endorsed by Michael Sheen on Twitter with the term 'A Classic'.  And it is.
Summary:  It's an odd thing, getting on after the End of the World. Crowley takes to sea-watching.
Rating: Teen and Up 
Original Text: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19127431
Music:  Romantic  Inclination by Paul Mottram
Cover Art by Camillo 1978

Salinity (And Other Measurements of Brackish Water)

Summary:  They'd given it a go once. Ages ago. And they'd both agreed it wasn't for them.
Rating:  General Audiences
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19201975
Music:  Flight As A Feather by Simon Porter

i know i've kissed you before (but i didn't do it right)

Summary:  Soft Crowley thinking about his Angel Aziraphale in the wake of the Apocalypse that wasn’t, while talking to his plants.

“I told myself if it was all still here by now, I’d do it,” Crowley said to a quaking fiddleleaf fig.

“And now, well... it’s now,” he said as he knelt and flicked the tips of a timid Sansevieria, “and that means I’m gonna have to talk to him, and I’m gonna have to tell him.”

Rating: Teen and Up
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19095055/chapters/45367003
Music: Wondrous Worlds by Paul Mottram

Talking to the Plants

Chapter 2

Rating: Explicit
Original Text: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19810837
Summary: Crowley couldn’t quite recall how he came to find himself in this exact scenario. He asked himself what he could possibly have done in all his many many many many years to deserve to be burning as he was just now. Then he took a mental tally and silently agreed that perhaps he’d been a bit of a bastard and deserved this.

What this was, was Aziraphale asking him if he’d ever masturbated before.

Music: Doing Stuff by David Kelly

An Angel's Temptation

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/19806460#main
Summary:  “Stand up?” he echoed, incredulous but too undone by sensation to express the full force of his disbelief. “I can barely even remember my own name after that, and you want me to stand up?”

“Your name is Anthony J Crowley, apparently, although you never did tell me what the J stood for so I can’t help you there,” he said, not hiding his smile. “Do stand up, I promise you’ll like it.”
Music: Love Connection by Chris Blackwell

the technology is neutral

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:  https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/47962423
Summary:  but the greatest of these is love
or: aziraphale struggles with faith after the world doesn't end. crowley's got some experience with that.
Music: Karma by Paul Mottram

these three remain

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

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!

these three remain

Podfixx

Related tracks