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Summer's End by FeralTuxedo
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
25 Nov 2022
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2095. Britain is a post-apocalyptic wasteland ravaged by droughts, the collapse of civilisation, and hordes of the undead. Despite that, Aziraphale’s life is actually pretty good. He has his caravan, his books, and his work, offering his services to the men who stop by Tadfield on their arduous journey north.
One day, a mysterious stranger knocks on his door. Crowley is charming and handsome and he appears to know his way around a vegetable garden. He comes with the tempting offer of a mutually beneficial arrangement. But it’s in Aziraphale’s best interest not to get too attached.A dystopian cottagecore sex worker AU.
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Almost a year after the disaster that was the previous Whickber Street Shopkeepers and Street Traders Association meeting, Crowley decides to take matters into his own hands when another meeting at Aziraphale's shop is scheduled. (With his dick).
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Spellbound by firenzia
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
21 May 2020
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Wherein a simple request for something new in bed turns into an exercise in trust - one that takes both Aziraphale and Crowley by surprise.
[Includes a NSFW illustration]
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The Enemies-with-Benefits Arrangement by LemonTart
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
30 Nov 2025
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When fussy perfectionist Aziraphale and hipster artist Crowley first cross paths, they instantly despise each other. But all that tension results in crackling chemistry. They agree to a secret enemies-with-benefits arrangement—just hot sex, no strings attached.
All is going to plan until—oh, no—romantic feelings start to develop. Several major decisions, meddling Whickber Street neighbours, and big surprises help them stumble their way from enemies to lovers.
Crowley ran his tongue across his lips, contemplating. “And what do you like?”
“Wit. Style.” Aziraphale’s eyes flicked down to Crowley’s mouth as he drifted closer. “Impeccable manners.”
“Manners,” Crowley scoffed. He set his glass down, hovering within striking distance of that irresistible cologne and the heat of Aziraphale’s neck. “What you need is someone to wreck you. Someone to rip off all those buttons and properly rattle your bones so you remember that you’re alive.”
Anger sparked in Aziraphale’s eyes, their colour a tempest of blue and grey, a stormy sea a man could drown in. He pursed his lips, then spoke, that deep and sonorous tone rippling over Crowley again. “And you need discipline.”
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They are divorced, they are angry and guess what…they are in for a hatefuck