Name: Fall On Me by Crowleyswobblyleg
Duration: 24 min 7 s
Description: coloursflyaway was nice enough to let me turn their amazing work into a podfic. It was of my favourites in the fandom and I hope you enjoy getting to listen to it aloud as much as I enjoyed reading it

I was looking for good omens playlists decided to listen to this out of curiosity

300 quids worth of WHAT?? (Genuinly had to relisten to this like three times to know if i heard right)

oh is this like raphael is crowley when i heard "for the second time" i paused my game

coloursflyaway was nice enough to let me turn their amazing work into a podfic. It was of my favourites in the fandom and I hope you enjoy getting to listen to it aloud as much as I enjoyed reading it

Fall On Me

A Love Like Moonlight (Good Omens podfic)

Summary:  Aziraphale has not shut up in thirty-four minutes. Crowley’s been counting.
Rating:  General Audiences
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/44320228
Music:  Fika by Tobin, Meekin and Edmonstone

Sudden and Surprising Moments of Overwhelming Affection

Sudden and Surprising Moments of Overwhelming Affection by darcylindbergh

A podfic of Frenchibi's "You Bring Me Home".
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It’s 45 minutes away, and Crowley cannot stop his hands from fidgeting.

It's a very important day in the rest of their lives.

You Bring Me Home - Podfic

The podfic of Tickety-Boo's "Dearly Beloved'".
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Aziraphale’s the only one in existence who, if he said, “Yes, I believe we have to set the entire world on fire now,” Crowley would say in return, “If you’re sure, then I got some accelerant in the trunk. What? No reason, really, just had it there in case of emergency. You never know.”

Aziraphale would likely ask, “What emergency would accelerant be necessary for?” and Crowley would retort, “Well it’s certainly coming in handy NOW, isn’t it? So I suppose this emergency.”

And Aziraphale would press his lips together all indignantly and Crowley would have to dig his fingernails into his palm to keep himself from launching at Aziraphale to kiss him silly because apparently they have to start some fires.
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A story involving a proposal, some finicky plants, one very stressed out demon, and a marriage 6,000 years in the making - cue the insecurities, bachelor parties, and wedding day mishaps.

Dearly Beloved [Podfic]

Podfic of attheborder's work, Greatest Hits, with songs by the author. 

“But my dear, I just can’t believe you never told me that you had joined a musical group. I would have come out to support you— at your gigs!” 

“First of all, never say ‘gigs’ again. Second of all, not my fault you never noticed when I showed up to dinner with a great big guitar case slung over my shoulder.”

(Aziraphale accidentally discovers Crowley’s secret: he was in a band in the 90s. And he wrote a whole album of love songs…)

Greatest Hits (Good Omens podfic)

Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: The world had failed to end over a year ago, and Heaven and Hell hadn't so much as looked sideways at them since the kidnapping. As they had taken six thousand years to plan the apocalypse, and their first move against Crowley and Aziraphale had failed so miserably, the duo had assumed they had more than a little bit of time to relax before they had to start watching their backs again. Crowley had moved his flat into the upstairs of the bookshop – quite literally, much to Aziraphale's dismay to find one afternoon – and life had continued on exactly the way it shouldn't have: happily.
Unfortunately, the ever after part proves trickier after only a year.
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20320441/chapters/48177760#workskin
Music:  Serious Business by Patrick Hawes

In All Things, Balance

In All Things, Balance 1

Crowley didn't look up immediately when he heard the shop door open; he was just in the middle of finishing off a complicated bouquet, and the blasted ribbon was being difficult about things.

"Just a sec," he said, scowling as the end slipped away from him again.

There was a pause. And then a voice, softly, "There you are."

Pray for Us, Icarus

Flowers for Anthony - Part 1 Pray For Us, Icarus

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

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 chapter 3 of Chekhov's "on the same page".  This chapter contains explicit content so if that's not your thing, you can skip this chapter and not miss any of the plot.

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.

So yes, maybe he has a bit of a secret. An outlet for his less... appropriate urges. And yes, if his typical readership got word of the sort of paragraphs he could put out on a particularly inspired night, they might suffer some form of heart attack typical for their age.

But all of that is well hidden, and there is absolutely no way anyone would ever find out about his Arrangement with A.J. Crowley - the most debaucherous romantic fiction author of the decade.

That is... until they have to pretend to be married to each other.

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