Byla jedna čarodějnice, co škodila lidem tak, že jim kradla srdce. Tak na ni Nebe poslalo anděla, aby čarodějnici zastavila a srdce vrátila, kam patří. (femAziraphael, femCrowley)

Angels and demons are sexless unless they make the effort, and Crowley did that long ago. Aziraphale, on the other hand, did not and is adamant that he doesn't want to. Crowley has tried and failed many times to convince Aziraphale to try becoming sexual. This time however, Crowley opens up to the angel like he never has before, and finds that Aziraphale does the same.

Crowley and Aziraphale have known each other for over six thousand years. Through time, they drift apart and back together, but somehow their reintroductions are always the same, and that usually involves a bloody nose. Requested by someone on Tumblr, who asked for a fic where Crowley starts street fights over whether or not he's gay and Aziraphale intervenes.

Just a bit of fluff where Crowley panics when choosing his middle name. But at least nobody will know, right? When Aziraphale asks they make a game of the angel trying to guess it - one guess a day.

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).

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

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 reminds 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.

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.]

My little drabble on what I think Aziraphale would be like if he fell. Crowley/Aziraphale. EXPLICIT. Porn with plot. You know the drill.

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.