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Meltdown

“How are you this cheerful?” Aziraphale asked with a groan. He eased his head back and closed his eyes.

Crowley’s voice came from across the room as he poured a refill. “Because I woke up almost two hours ago wanting to punch the sun, and after I realized that I needed water and painkillers and coffee, but you were dead to the world, I had to go downstairs. Got meds and a metric ton of caffeine, struck up a conversation with this really fascinating person called Dragon—”

He put the cup back in Aziraphale’s hand. Aziraphale opened his eyes in time to see Crowley dig into his pockets for something.

“I have meds for you somewhere,” he muttered, pulling his hand free. Bits of paper, a business card, and a string of condoms emerged with his fingers. He flushed and shoved everything back into the pocket, then dug into the one on the other side of his trousers until he found what he was looking for. He held up a sleeve of paracetamol in triumph. “Here they are!”

Aziraphale took the proffered medication and swallowed it down. He wasn’t sure what to think about the condoms. Was this because of last night? Surely, the two of them didn’t need condoms if they decided to have sex. They’d had a conversation about STI testing only two months ago, when Crowley got follow-up tests to make sure nothing had been missed on earlier ones, given the convoluted nature of the Nick situation. Was it a preference thing? Or was Crowley not telling him something? Could it be that after so long without sex, he had physical needs, and with Aziraphale enforcing the no-sex rule, his husband had been forced to seek it elsewhere?

The thought slashed through his chest with a pain that caused him to gasp and cough.

***** Chapter 19 (Meltdown) of Dead Right is now out! It’s the morning after their date, and things go a little sideways. I apologize in advance for the angst. I promise it will be resolved in the next chapter. I know I said this story would be angst-free but these two needed a little friction to keep the story rolling out. It will be okay, though! *ducks from readers*

– Read the chapter out on ao3! – Or start Dead Right from the beginning!

***** Fic notes: Angst-free (usually), complete tooth-rotting fluff, fake marriage, pining-while-married AU, rated E (but all spicy sections will be skippable).

Thank you to my wonderful betas @beerok23 and @unicornbeck, as well as to all you lovely people who give me no end of support! 💕

I read it. It’s lovely!

Hello there! Happy Spring! I’ve spent almost the last year working on a Good Omens AU and was hoping to share it here. I also wanted to shout about how wonderful the readers have been. This fandom is amazing. Thanks for what you do to keep everyone informed of the great stories out there.

The fic is finally complete. It’s a fake marriage fic with Aziraphale as a romance author and Crowley as his gardener. Crowley is demisexual.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48743242/chapters/122958385

Congratulations! I do hope you are proud of yourself!

and now all of my garden is grown in lavender by ilikeblue for the_moonmoth [Rated E, 72K words]

Popular queer romance author, A.Z. Fell, has been lying about having a husband and a happy marriage for years. Longing to escape a string of failed relationships and looking for a fresh start, Aziraphale moves into the cottage left to him by his Great Aunt Agnes. When a TV adaptation of one of his books leads to sudden popularity and throws him into the limelight, his fans (and the press) are eager to catch a glimpse of Aziraphale's own mysterious leading man. Unfortunately, he still has to cast someone for that role. Enter the handsome gardener…

Under Crowley's meticulous care the cottage's neglected garden slowly comes back to life, and Aziraphale finds himself writing the most important love story he'll ever write: his own

-Mod AB

Rating: teen and up

Words: 12760 + two fluffy epilogues set in same au

Gabe, where are you? I can't see you and trying to work out this telephone is very confusing. My costume is uncomfortable and, to the frustration of your friend Michael, I have not a clue what I am dressed as.

Which costume?

My costume. Gabriel, where are you?

Remind me what costume you’ve got?

You’re the one who gave it to me. It’s that silly Obey One from that film you like.

Send a pic.

Fine.

[Sent: Picture]

Cute. You’re an angel.

No. It’s the Star Battle film. Gabe, where are you?

Oh, this isn’t Gabe.

What? Who is this? Have you stolen Gabe’s mobile device?

Nah, sorry. You got the wrong number. Love the costume though

A flirty confident Aziraphale. Lots of innuendo. Fun and very hot! Mixed with a lot of sweetness.

Crowley’s love life is on the rocks so he finally swears off men. Typical that his new job places him with a co-worker who’s so straight up sexy.

Or in which, Aziraphale tries to mix things up, Crowley is shaken and Anathema is a right stirrer.

In the end though, a relationship is worth a shot.

read it here

Wild Hearts by foolishlovers (E, 17/23, 108k)

In the idyllic English countryside, far from the hustle and bustle of the big city, two teachers at Willowbrook Hall set out to transform their students’ lives through the world of theatre. But for Mr. Crowley, the challenge of navigating his long hidden feelings and dear friendship with Mr. Fell may prove to be the greatest drama of all. [subscribe here]

"Those who think listening isn't an art should see if they can do it half as well." - Michael Ende, Momo

Momo, also known as The Grey Gentlemen or The Men in Grey, is a fantasy novel by Michael Ende. The novel was published on January 1973.  

“Calendars and clocks exist to measure time, but that signifies little because we all know that an hour can seem as eternity or pass in a flash, according to how we spend it.”

Michael Ende, Momo

Do you also experience this soft and safe darkness of the night sometimes, especially with someone you love nearby? Crowley hangs the stars for Aziraphale in the theatre and they share a first kiss. The perfect start for the weekend. Short fic (~1100words). By @sapphosewrites

And within this fic a reference to a lovely poem. Aziraphale is quoting from Starlight by Harold Lewis Cook:

Starlight through the curve of space

Falls an age and does not tire;

Falls and knows not where it falls,

A curve of undiminished fire.