"You—", Crowley paused for a moment and took a deep breath to calm his nerves. His brain was this close to short-circuiting. "You went to hell – as me – took a bath in Holy Water – for me – and basically told everyone in hell that I'm yours in Tartan language!" "Oh, I thought it was only appropriate, given our side and all."

Every afternoon, Aziraphale goes to the same park, sits at the same bench, and meets the same man. ... An hour later, he doesn't remember any of it. Aziraphale x Crowley

The morale in Heaven and Hell is low after the failed Apocalypse. Punishing the traitors (effectively this time) seems like a good idea to raise it for both sides - the angels would see what awaits them if they dare to disobey and the demons could just use some fun. And then there is someone else as well - someone who's grudge is even more personal.

[Recueil de drabbles] Ou toutes ces petites choses qu'ils ne se disent pas.

It's been a few months since the almost-apocalypse and things are trucking on. Crowley and Aziraphale are finally able to live their lives the way they want to. But can they both live a life together? Especially when something very new and very familiar enters the into the mix? - This is straight up Ineffable Husbands fluff. This is just something I wrote for spits and giggles.

A seemingly innocent drinking game leads Crowley to a rather shocking revelation and an even more unexpected confession.

Gabriel thinks about Aziraphale and how to deal with his disobedience, but the other Archangels beat him to it. Gabriel, Michael, "Crowley", Uriel, Sandalphon

Aziraphale follows the lead of a demonic presence at an archeological site. What he finds surprises him. Aziraphale, A. Crowley, Dagon, Beezlebub

How and why was Aziraphale, softest angel of all, issued with a flaming sword and placed as a guard of Eden. Aziraphale, A. Crowley, Gabriel, Michael, Uriel

After the apocalypse that never was, Crowley and Aziraphale move on with their lives, six thousand years of waiting to be together finally over. But it seems that this particular angel and demon can't get a break, because something has it out for them. Something is haunting them and it won't leave them alone. Will Crowley and Aziraphale be able to think their way out of this one, o

Beelzebub stalked towards the four angels waiting on the other side of the airstrip, flanked by Dagon and Hastur. "This better be good," they hissed, crossing their arms. "We need to set aside our differences for a moment. There are bigger things to focus on," said Michael, moderator for this meeting. "Like what?" "The Apocalypse, or the lack thereof you idiot," responded Gabriel.

Facing down the possibility that Heaven and Hell will join forces to attack Earth, Crowley and Aziraphale are forced to turn to the only other divine beings who might be ready to protect the world with them: the Guardians of the three other Gates of Eden, and the demons who have been assigned to them since the beginning.

"What is time, Crowley doesn't understand. If he were to lean in and press his lips to the corner of Aziraphale's mouth, has he not already done so, is doing so, will always do so?" A reflection on time, in which Crowley broods and Aziraphale falls.

For Aziraphale and Crowley, going native ends up being much different than advertised ... Aziraphale x Crowley

In which an angel and a demon drink a large quantity of alcohol and discuss their human forms. One-shot, rated M for smut.

Brokering those first steps towards physical intimacy, Crowley starts having doubts. Aziraphale x Crowley

Crowley decides he needs to renovate his flat. Conveniently, Aziraphale has a new spare room to lend.

Aziraphale's bookshop and Crowley's Bentley have become quite close over the years. Keeping an eye on one wayward principality and one vaguely sauntering demon isn't the easiest job, but someone's got to do it. Especially when, post-Armadidn't, Heaven and Hell decide that Aziraphale and Crowley need to be dealt with. But they've picked a fight with the wrong car and bookshop.

Après la Chute des anges, les Archanges avec les Autorités divines mettent en place un système de punition afin de faire rentrer dans le rang les anges indisciplinés. Crowley n'apprend que six milles ans plus tard l'existence de ce système, et que son ange y a été soumis au cours des millénaires.

En un mundo donde los ángeles y demonios fueron arrojados a la tierra y convertidos en mortales formaron dos reinos en constante guerra. La paz entre Celestiales e Infernales dependerá del matrimonio entre sus príncipes herederos Aziraphale, un muchacho enamorado de otro; y Crowley, un jovencito de dieciséis años que ha idealizado a su desconocido prometido durante toda su vida.

Inspired by a prompt on a Good Omens kinkmeme. Aziraphale accidentally pocket dials Crowley, but gets his wires crossed and tells Crowley it's a booty call. Of course, Crowley can't believe his luck and rushes over there at once. Now complete.

Eran prófugos pero eran libres... Basada en la canción de Soda Stereo Dibujo de portada: stitchyarts en Tumblr

They were runaways but they were free ... Based on Soda Stereo's song Cover drawing: stitchyarts on Tumblr

Crowley and Aziraphale's snuggles and pillow talk. Aziraphale is a top and Crowley has a praise kink. For any that know me in real life I'm so sorry

Quelques jours après l'Apocalypse, Aziraphale et Crowley, très contents d'eux-mêmes, décident de prendre quelques jours de repos bien mérités. Seulement, un ange et un démon ont-ils réellement la même conception des vacances ? Rien n'est moins sûr... Vous croiserez également dans cette fic des randonneurs, des géologues, des retraités, des Français... et un poulpe.