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Title: Ping! Miracle Alert
Fandom: Good Omens
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley
Word count: 2340
Rating: M
Tags: Crack, Humor, Implied Sexual Content, Established Relationship
Summary:
Somewhere in Heaven at a very clean desk, a mobile phone beeped incessantly and the angel in charge of it was close to breaking down.

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Meanwhile, in Soho, specifically in a bookshop on Whickber Street, an angel and a demon lounged on an antique sofa, the angel with a book in hand and the demon with a glass of wine.

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Crowley's fucking with Heaven. Aziraphale thinks it's funny. Michael's getting pissed off. Poor Theodoniel just wants her phone to stop making noise.

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Title: A Well-Earned Nap
Fandom: Good Omens
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley
Word count: 1561
Rating: T
Tags: Post-s1, Fainting, First Kiss
Summary: "Crowley, is something wrong? You don't look so well."

Crowley intended to brush it off, to say he was fine, but instead he said "I'm a bit tired" and promptly collapsed.

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Title: Let Me Love You
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Word count: 948
Rating: G
Tags: Wings, Fluff, Established Relationship
Summary:

Crowley sighed. "Something wrong with your wings?"

"Oh, nothing's wrong with them, exactly, it's just," Aziraphale made a face, "trying to get them back in order."

"You're never going to get it flapping like that." Crowley shot one last warning glare at the rosebushes and got to his feet. "Here, I'll do it."

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Title: Locked Together
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Word count: 6596
Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Established relationship, bottom!Aziraphale, top!Crowley, locking, fluff, porn with feelings
Excerpt:

Crowley was nervous.

Well, Aziraphale supposed he didn't actually know Crowley was nervous, but the demon had been fidgety ever since he'd walked into the bookshop. He'd been ambling through the shelves, picking books up and leafing through them before putting them down again, poking at the little curios Aziraphale had sitting around, and muttering under his breath. It should not have been terribly distracting—Aziraphale had long ago learned to tune out minor disruptions of that sort—but Crowley was so very good at being distracting.

After another five minutes of this nonsense, Aziraphale set aside the book he'd been perusing and addressed it directly. "Crowley, what on earth is going on?"

Crowley startled and jerked his hand away from the statue he'd been prodding. "Huh? What makes you think something's going on?"

Aziraphale sighed. "Because you haven't stopped moving for more than twenty seconds since you got to the shop, and that usually means you have something on your mind. What is it?"

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So I've been mostly MIA because I've been hard at work finishing my second fandomtrumpshate fic and also spending way too much time on Discord. However, since I finished the aforementioned auction fic this weekend (which clocked in at a stunning 50,618 words for the first draft), I'm now getting caught up on posting some of the shorter fics I wrote to give myself a break while I was in the middle of that.

This particular fic was inspired by a discussion in the Ace Omens Discord server about whether Aziraphale had ethereal markings like the other angels. Personally, I liked the idea of him having one where no one else could see it, and of course, I really liked the idea of Crowley seeing it.

888 words, established relationship, fluff.

Later, Crowley will wonder how he went so long without finding out.

He's curled up in bed, dicking around on his phone, when Aziraphale comes in to get changed. It's only been a week or so since they've moved in together; Crowley still pinches himself sometimes when he wakes up to see Aziraphale sitting in their bed with a cup of coffee and his fussy little glasses perched on his nose while he reads.

Crowley looks up from his phone with the intention of saying something and his voice freezes in his throat.

He knows the Archangels, at least, have ethereal markings—glinting gold marks on their skin. He's always assumed Aziraphale didn't have any, being a Principality.

Now, looking at Aziraphale's bare back for what is apparently the first time in six thousand years, Crowley sees he was wrong. He was so very, very wrong.

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Title: In Other Words, Baby, Kiss Me
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Word count: 4684
Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley
Rating: T
Summary: Five times Aziraphale kissed Crowley and one time Crowley (finally) kissed him back.
Excerpt:

It was about two weeks after the apocalypse-that-wasn't that it happened the first time. They were in the park, as usual, Aziraphale sitting on the right side of the bench, tossing bread crumbs into the water, while Crowley slouched on the left. Crowley supposed they didn't really need to meet in the park anymore, given that their meetings were no longer particularly clandestine, but after so many years, it was practically force of habit.

Besides, the ducks would probably miss them.

Aziraphale threw the last handful of crumbs to the small crowd of ducks gathered in front of them and tucked his bag away. There was a flurry of feathers and splashing water as the ducks fought for a mouthful.

Crowley was rather enjoying the whole spectacle when a mother and eight ducklings came swimming up to the edge of the crowd.

Aziraphale's blue eyes grew wide in faint horror. "Crowley, have you got any more bread?"

Crowley held out his empty hands. "Already gave it away."

Aziraphale looked crestfallen. "Oh." He turned to the ducks. "But they're just babies."

He slid his gaze back to Crowley, eyes wide and pleading.

Over six millennia, Crowley had come to realize that there were very few constants in the whole of existence. One was that people throughout all of human history were capable of great good or great evil all on their own without any supernatural nudging whatsoever.

Another was that when Aziraphale gave him that look, Crowley was utterly incapable of telling him no.

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Title: Whatever He Needs
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Word count: 1450
Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley
Rating: T
Summary: Aziraphale asks Crowley about his trial. Crowley has to admit he didn't have one.

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So I rambled a not!fic in the tags of this post and then had two separate people ask me for a full fic. I have enough other stuff to write, so I was going to say no, but let’s be real, the amount of prompting I need right now to write a Good Omens fic is approximately zero.

Unbeta'd.