Bury Me In A Y Shaped Coffin
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“Oh, darling, no. This isn’t about me.” Aziraphale’s hand found his face, urging Crowley to look at him. “You are so good to me, Crowley— stop squirming, you silly serpent, it’s nothing you haven’t heard a hundred times by now. You tend to my every need so thoroughly, give me what I want long before I’m aware that I even want it. I only wonder, if the tables were turned, would you allow me to do the same?”
“Ohhhh, I’m too naked to be having this conversation,” Crowley groaned.
“Well, I’m afraid I have more to say, so you’ll just have to cope,” Aziraphale said, bussing him on the forehead. “I know how much you delight in taking care of me, truly, I do. But have you ever let someone delight in you?”
[Aziraphale makes a request. Crowley submits to the mortifying ordeal of being loved.]
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09 Sep 2026
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Excuse me I’ll just be on the floor for the rest of the week… 🫠
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In the meantime, they’d have their familiar dance; trips to museums and galleries, promenades through the park, evenings in the shop where the world went golden and giddy at the edges.
Six thousand years, he’d gone without Crowley kissing him. He’d go another six if it meant giving Crowley the world instead.
[Aziraphale and Crowley have rekindled their old friendship, which is all they want from each other now that the world hasn't ended. Absolutely nothing more. Nothing at all.]
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17 Jul 2026
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If anyone asks, THIS was go3.
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Welcome to My Nightmare by xmusiclover
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
31 Oct 2025
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Crowley and Aziraphale meet up in Ancient Rome, but, what happens when Crowley isn’t just a demon?
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16 Jul 2026
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A sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare 😈🔥
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As Above, So Below by TheWholeWayThrough
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
23 Mar 2026
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Crowley waved his hand. “I’m not talking about something ordinary, like a miracle or a temptation.” He said. “I need you to be certain about this Angel, before I–” Crowley cut himself off. There was no need to get into specifics now. “Just…humor me. You want this? You really want me to show you this?”
“Yes.” Aziraphale said. He had a stubborn set to his jaw that Crowley had come to intimately recognize. “Yes, I think…Yes.”
Crowley experienced an odd sensation, like the planet was momentarily tilting sideways while he remained stationary. Or maybe he was the one tilting? It reminded him briefly of the feeling of watching a galaxy being born.
Crowley gives Aziraphale an important lesson on what it means to be human.
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16 Jul 2026
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The most beautiful angst porn. So good it hurts. Physically hurts. Fuck.
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We Only Said Goodbye with Words, I Died A Hundred Times by ras_elased
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
10 Sep 2023
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Aziraphale felt his cheeks flush pink. “Yes. Well. It appears to be a curse for a cheating lover. The design is to create an ever-increasing obsessive need for the person who—”
“I’m well aware of what it does,” Crowley interrupted. Aziraphale glanced up from the book and took in Crowley’s stance, the apparent lax posture belied by the way he was clutching the edge of the countertop with white knuckles. Aziraphale swallowed.
“Is it…” Aziraphale faltered, then tried again. “Is it…” painful is how he told himself he wanted to finish the question. There was no other possible word to end that question that Aziraphale wanted to know.
“Don’t play dumb, angel. It doesn’t suit you.” Crowley’s voice was low, an edge of something to it that Aziraphale hadn’t heard since the Tadfield airbase, the moment Crowley was ready to give up and accept the apocalypse. He met Aziraphale’s eyes. “You know who I want.”