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

The Elephant

Unbuttoned

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: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49107550/chapters/123895858
Summary:
After years of enduring hellish neighbours, Crowley is delighted when they finally move out, and even more delighted when their replacement is easy going, friendly, doesn’t leave his bins on the kerb for weeks, and… attractive in a way that causes a fluttering in Crowley’s midsection like a battalion of butterflies attempting to form ranks.

Crowley knows that hooking up with the person who lives next door to him is a Bad Idea. But a jar of his Nan’s famous caramel sauce as a ‘welcome to the neighbourhood’ gesture couldn’t hurt. And what’s he supposed to do when Aziraphale continues to show up at Crowley’s door with an irresistible smile, asking for more?

Caramel Delight

Ch 4: Caramel Delight

Link to Original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47039296

All Grown Up

An Explicit companion to The Season of Nightingales, serving as a taste of the larger work or a replacement for Chapter 35. 

Summary:
The Book of Life told Aziraphale that a Holy Union would make the two of them inseparable. Two names—one demon and one angel—now written as one, in permanent ink.

Well, that covers their ethereal souls… but what about the rest? It’s their wedding night, and the nightingales are singing in Berkeley Square. What magic is abroad in the bookshop air tonight?

Cover art by DaneeCastle
Music by PaperclipNinja

The Evening of Nightingales - Pt 1

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: 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:  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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