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Here’s a few!

indelible by greased_lightning_rod (E)

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.

“I need your help.”

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It turns out glitter is miracle-proof and, also, that it itches. Crowley needs some help preening. He gets a bit more than he bargained for.

These Captive Stars by darlingred (E)

Over the centuries Aziraphale learned many things about the human form, as well as his own, and among his lessons was this: most humans do not have thighs so exquisitely sensitive as his.

(Aziraphale has very sensitive inner thighs. Crowley finds out, and things get smutty but also incredibly sappy.)

anywhere you want to go by leaveanote (E)

Several years into married life, Crowley asks his husband to fulfill a fantasy.

To reimagine one of the nights Aziraphale turned him down, on a Soho street in the 1960s. Only this time, Aziraphale gets back in the car, because he wants Crowley more than he can resist.

"I'm going to hold you down and fuck you," Aziraphale murmurs, "until you can't ever forget how much I love you."

Published: 2019-12-05 Words: 10611 Chapters: 1 Rated: E

toss you for edinburgh (and other promises)

by leaveanote ( @letmetemptyou )

Summary:

Crowley hadn't meant anything by it, Aziraphale knows that (it's very obvious when he's actually flirting). But he still can't stop thinking about it. They have been together twice before, and each time, Aziraphale swore it could not happen again.

This time, he tells himself, as he seeks Crowley out after Hamlet, it will be enough. It has to be.

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I can't pity myself anymore,

Selfmade sorrow cuts and carves deeper wounds,

Every time I think of your toxic beauty,

It’s like a venomous bite into an already heavy heart,

Tears irrigate the deserts of depression you made,

But I still want your toxin,

Of course!

parallax by leaveanote, tangerinee

It’s just to ensure Crowley’s doing it correctly, Aziraphale tells himself at first. To make sure he’s getting the miracles right. But when Aziraphale hides and watches Crowley perform his first miracle since his fall, Aziraphale finds instead that Crowley--oh, he was made for this. The love that brims from him when he is allowed at last to heal, to help, to save. A demon shouldn’t love performing Heaven’s work like this, should he? What else, then, is a lie? (Don’t ask questions.) Aziraphale can’t stop watching, through the centuries. Presently, Crowley catches him, and many, many truths come to light.

There’s a whole tag for it, dear ;) But here are a few!

To make hymns of hips by leaveanote

“A new kind of worship...ours, ours, ours alone. Because, Crowley...I believe in us. Because of you. More than anything in the universe, I believe in us.”

Aziraphale had been thinking of the sex they’d been having as a profoundly human thing, one of the many earthly delights they indulged in together. He had never really wanted to approach the irrefutable fact that they were an angel and a demon, joined by choice and desire. Until one evening, Crowley climbs into his lap, brushes his lips against his ear, and whispers: “Would you make love to me?”

blending profane and holy, top!Aziraphale worshipping his demon. sex and intimacy and so much love.

a most consecrated, consummated, corporal communion by yolkinthejump

Domesticity + Crowley being super into the lingering feeling of Aziraphale after their night together = Aziraphale goes to his knees & worships. Crowley accepts his offering & just tries to hold himself together, really.

Fraternizing by Caedmon

Coming to each other's aid and staying out of the way wasn't the only agreement Crowley and Aziraphale had. It began in Rome, and carried on for centuries. A smutty, slow burn romp through the ages.

Written for the Good Omens Big Bang 2019.

Bonus Question -

I’m particularly fond of angst with a happy ending or soulmate Aus! And as for length, it depends on how much time I have, meaning I’m more likely to read a shorter fic (anything around 5k or less) right away, while longer fics will be marked for later.

Don’t EVER,

I repeat EVER,

Change your self for any human being,

You can improve yourself,

But never give anyone the privilege to have,

Power over who you are and what you are,

Cause what you are is amazing, don’t ever,

I repeat ever,