Sequel to Paradise Thwarted (nine years later!). Crowley is bored again. He really should know better by now. (Or, the crossover no one wanted or asked for).

"I thought you had a babysitter!" "I thought so too! But now she's off to Cambodia for half a year to rediscover herself after a particularly bad break up… I'm sorry, but you're really my only hope." Or, Crowley enlists an old friend to help him look after his boss' baby while she's away for two weeks, and learns a thing or two about himself and the other along the way.

The day Aziraphale fell from grace was a day Crowley would remember for the rest of their lives. (TW: Contemplating Suicide)

Aziraphale, shattered by the evil from two world wars, falls into deep despair and begins to question the Divine Plan. It's up to Crowley to pull him back from the brink. Bookverse and pre-Apocalypse. Written in honour of the 100th anniversary of Veteran's/Remembrance Day. Never forget. Non-slash.

For a short time Aziraphale has been in Japan while Crowley had been in Mexico. Aziraphale has not come back empty handed. Oh no, what has his angel done now?

Oh Aziraphale, you have much to learn.

After standing up to Satan himself in the Apocalypse That Wasn't, Crowley was made mortal while Hell bought itself some time to come up with an extra special punishment. However, as Aziraphale reminder him, mortals are eligible for redemption. And so, the race to redeem Anthony J Crowley begins.

Aziraphale has fought off a rapist and is not sure how to proceed. Enter Crowley with a Plan. Complete.

Crowley and Aziraphale examine some ideas, and decide they really just want a drink.

Just a little chat between Crowley and Aziraphale ...but there is something missing, right? Complete.

So what do you do if the world hasn't ended? (Post-Nopocalypse)

It was unseasonably cold—that was what Aziraphale had said, before they went out. It was, they reflected, a gross understatement. (Warning for implied suicidal thoughts)

Crowley has a nightmare.

A few scenes throughout history in where the Angel and Demon's relationship is defined and developed. Takes place outside the events of the book.

Aziraphale had never considered Crowley a threat. Until now.

Aziraphale's job at the flower shop is normally dull, until he gets a new regular customer who has some very odd, very specific requests [Oneshot. Everyone's human AU. Generally a mindless fluff-fest.]

Crowley could really use a break after being let go as young Warlock's nanny. The greatest concert known to man should be a good opportunity. (I saw Bohemian Rhapsody yesterday, this is the direct result of that.)

Crowley encourages Aziraphale to adopt a baby kitten. Aziraphale has some ideas as to why.

Hell has drawn back after the great war was interfered with by a traitorous demon and a slightly unrighteous angel, but they will snap back. And when they do, they're coming for Crowley.

The day is September 5th, 1666. Crowley and Aziraphale have a very long overdue conversation, with both apropos and ironic timing. (One-shot)

This time Aziraphale does the tempting. Crowley's reaction is surprising.

In which Crowley acts like a demon because he is one, and Aziraphale's reaction is slightly troubling.

Aziraphale is forced to do something he doesn't want to, and he's been moping about it. Friendship fic, probably pre-book, hopefully at least somewhat humorous.

En secret – car le souvenir était fuyard – l'Apocalypse-Mais-En-Fait-Non avait méchamment éprouvé la trame du monde, et le cœur des hommes, et l'en Haut, et l'en Bas (tous bureaucrates confondus). Même Aziraphale et Crowley qui, pourtant, avaient brillé – flamboyé – par leur Incompétence Notoire. Surtout Aziraphale et Crowley, en fait.

Punishment was long overdue. Crowley knows this.