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Good Omens: Crowley, Aziraphale, Damascus (OC), misc characters Single chapter; 6,178 words. ~ Aziraphale thinks they've been married for three years and that Crowley just doesn't like sex. Crowley is losing his mind. ~ Warning: nsfw, food/alcohol ~ Companion piece to The Norwegian Civil War

Good Omens: Aziraphale, Crowley, King Arthur, Lord Gilbert, Lancelot, misc characters 4 chapters; 22,484 words. ~ Or: Aziraphale is still a Knight of Camelot, and he needs someone to pretend to be his betrothed. Who better than a demon who's recently quit being a Knight himself and now enjoys wearing gowns over armour? After all, there's no harm in pretending to be in love... Because that's all they're doing, isn't it? Is it? ‘He wants me to marry his sister.’ Crowley choked on his wine, looked up over the rim of the cup, and hacked out a loud laugh that echoed through the cave and into the night. In the distance wolves stopped to listen, confused at not being able to decipher the meaning behind this new howl. ‘It’s not funny!’ Aziraphale protested, though it rather was, in a way, ‘Apparently I look the age of someone who should by all accounts be married. Now they’ve gone and assumed I haven’t been able to find anyone, and they simply won’t take no for an answer!' ~ Warning: death (animal, human), discorporation, (brief!) fart joke, (brief!) vomit, food/alcohol, fake relationships, falls and injury, fighting/battle, (brief!) clown mention,

Good Omens: Crowley, Gabriel, Aziraphale, Sandalphon Single chapter; 6,263 words. ~ “Oh good.” Aziraphale turned to look over the horizon Gabriel and Sandalphon had been thrown beyond. “It’s always nice to be on the same page.” ~ Warning: discorporation, trueforms, fighting, graphic depictions of violence, (brief!) sex mention, water, eye trauma, death-scares, discussion of Falling

Good Omens: Crowley, Aziraphale, Anathema, Newt 2 chapters; 4,123 words. ~ Crowley makes a phone call. Anathema answers it. There's a bit more to it than that. ~ Warning: nsfw, (brief ) food, bodily injury, bruises, sub drop, mild non-con language (everything is consensual)

Good Omens: Crowley, Aziraphale Single chapter; 3,055 words. ~ (It turns out that what they want is to blissfully touch their metaphysical essences together, which means dealing with a little bit of angel/demon incompatibility. But even though "angels" and "demons" might not be compatible, Aziraphale and Crowley are, so everything's alright in the end.) ~ Warning: metaphysical sex, awkward/painful exploration (everyone is okay)

Good Omens: Aziraphale, Crowley 4 chapters; 17,269 words. ~ Post-Apocalypse, Aziraphale has decided it's long past time for him to do some things with his demon that they've denied themselves for millennia. And it's not that Crowley is opposed; he's just well-practiced at being afraid, and it's hard to give up the habit of a lifetime. So Aziraphale is simply going to have to convince him. Quite thoroughly. ~ Warning: nsfw, food mentions, discussion of Falling, previous trauma and some dysphoria, (brief!) metaphorical damage to a throat/flaying,

Good Omens: Aziraphale, Crowley 7 chapters; 34,641 words. ~ Nearly a year after the Apocalypse-that-Wasn't, something has changed in Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship. Chaste little kisses and cuddling on the couch have become the new normal — but there's one problem: Aziraphale enjoys sex almost as much as he enjoys food, and he knows full well that Crowley has zero interest in this particular Earthly delight. So, how is an angel to satisfy his hunger for something other than crêpes without letting his demon know about it, when Crowley is ever-present these days? He’s going to have to get creative, and maybe tell a few white lies along the way. What could possibly go wrong? ~ Warning: nsfw, food, guilt and shame, getting walked in on, plague mention, mild body horror/extra eyes/trueform, excruciatingly embarrassing scenarios, asexual spectrum themes and related issues, some discussion of past trauma, footnotes, (very brief!) cissexist term for genitalia,

Good Omens: Aziraphale, Crowley  Single chapter; 7,968 words. ~ His burning skin cooled by angels Swallowing sorrows excretion It’s all excretion Felled by his hand -from Last Call by Patti Smith ~ Warning: nsfw, bondage, use of safe signal, unexpected trauma processing,