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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

A Touch Like Sunlight, written by just_quintessentially_me, read by BiP.

A Touch Like Sunlight (Good Omens podfic)

Too much love podfic

Crowley had never believed in... well, in much of anything, to be honest. Certainly not in anything so woolly as destiny. Or any other force, cosmic or divine or otherwise, that could bring people together because their lives were meant to intersect.

And yet here he was, walking past the same bookshop for the third time this week.

AU. Sequel to 'Flowers for Anthony'. Crowley can't quite let it go, even though he doesn't really understand what 'it' is.

Pray for Us, Icarus

Who Pluck'd Thee From Thy Stalk - Part 2 Pray For Us, Icarus

AU. Aziraphale should have known better. From the very start, he should have known better. But he just keeps making the same mistakes, and it isn't only him who has to pay for them.

Sequel to "Flowers for Anthony" and "Who Pluck'd Thee From Thy Stalk", multi-chapter, Aziraphale POV on what's been going on.

Like A Sunless Garden - Part 3 Pray For Us, Icarus

He couldn't explain it, just like he couldn't explain the intensity of all his reactions to Aziraphale, couldn't explain the pull he felt, like gravity, like grace, like words on the tip of his tongue, like a memory that wouldn't quite come into focus.

AU, series. Aziraphale comes back. Crowley tries not to go too fast. And not to think too hard about his dreams...

Herein a Blossom Lies - Part 4 Pray For Us, Icarus

He'd already spent too long sacrificing the here and now on the altar of the past. They had so little time.

AU, series. Ten years. It isn't enough. It's all they have. Aziraphale tries to hold on to every moment.

That Dares Not Grasp The Thorn - Part 5 Pray For Us, Icarus

Crowley had never believed in much of anything, until he met Aziraphale.

He wasn't sure what he believed in now. Whatever it was, it wasn't to be found in a church, read from a book of scripture. But there was something, something, a thread humming through this life they'd made together. Missing pieces, strange echoes, distant shadows.

O Rose Thou Art Sick - Part 6 Pray For Us, Icarus

He'd broken too many things, over the years, that couldn't be repaired. Oh, if Crowley wasn't around, he could fix them with a quick miracle, but anything that Crowley saw broken had to stay broken, or raise too many questions. Aziraphale wasn't exactly clumsy but he'd never had to be particularly careful before, had always been able to restore anything he damaged. And somehow it was always the things he loved best that he managed to destroy.

And Boughs Where Apples Made - Part 7 Pray for Us, Icarus

Aziraphale puts his hand on top of Crowley’s and Crowley can feel the blood drain from his head. His face feels hot and his eyeballs hurt and the room starts to close in. The last thing Crowley knows is the sensation of his knees hitting the floor as he slithers out of his chair.

Original fic available at https://archiveofourown.org/works/21399634.

Every Sense Of The Word

This is chapter4 of Chekhov's "on the same page". 

Story Summary: Aziraphale Z. Fell is a rising star of the spiritual literary genre - the next Eat Pray Love guy - and his version of Chicken Soup For the Christian Soul is flying off the shelves. It's not that he's not grateful, but it's one thing to enjoy a career in writing and another completely to be pigeonholed into a specific genre, so much so that you are almost forbidden from writing anything else.

And Boughs Where Apples Made - Part 7 Pray for Us, Icarus

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