A slip of the tongue, or three, leads Aziraphale to face up to something that's been staring him in the face ever since the Apocalypse didn't happen. In which a storm rages, a plant is gifted, Thai takeout is eaten, and we finally find out who the song "You're So Vain" was written about (turns out it wasn't Mick Jagger or Cat Stevens after all) Very domestic, very mudane, very ri

Crowley attempts to tempt a Priest, but things don't quite go as planned. Angst, fluff, theology, philosophy, psychology, just a smidge of archaeology, and a lot of Crowley being a very damaged and in love Demon.

Crowley has a garden. Another garden. A garden where the cast outs go... A little story written in a style vaguely reminiscent of children's picture books, with only an itsy-bitsy hint of blink-and-you'll-miss-it angst.

It's Tuesday. Aziraphale is busy. Crowley is bored. - Yeah this is 100% pure unadulterated comedy fluff with no plot whatsoever. The reason I decided to write this is very important. Significant. Meaningful. Almost religious in it's intenstiy. Billie Piper summed it up best with her philosophical treatise of 1998; "BECAUSE I WANT TO!" Anyway. Domestic candyfloss fluff

There's a memo that needs to be delivered to Aziraphale from Heaven. Being wary of the hell fire survivor, Gabriel takes Michael with him, and insists on taking a look around the book shop while Aziraphale is out. Inevitably, Aziraphale and Crowley get home while they're still there, and the Archangels find somewhere to hide.

Crowley finds Aziraphale brooding after a recent temptation. Crowley was asked to stop a duke's son from marrying a princess. The travel seemed grueling & Aziraphale was going to be in that area anyway, but Crowley didn't think this was something the Angel could do. Aziraphale took the temptation out of spite, and even though he did a damn good job, he regrets the outcome.

Sandalphon meets a friend each week at a coffee shop. But the employees there seem to have gotten the impression he is abusing his young friend. Sandalphon doesn't really care what humans think, but he does care what his demon thinks.

Aziraphale and Crowley are enjoying an intimate moment in Aziraphale's shop when a rude interloper threatens everything they have together. Aziraphale x Crowley

Agent Aziraphale and Agent Crowley are each tasked to capture the Celestial and Infernal Creatures that have escaped from Eden. The biggest prize is the Celestial unicorn. It's horn boosts power, and it's blood might usher in Armageddon. It's a fate neither Agent wants for humankind, and Aziraphale is so very weary of fighting a war. (mild A/C, mild injury, series and book canon)

[Human AU] Crowley tiene planes para esa noche, pero uno de sus vecinos tiene su propia opinión al respecto. ¿Qué sucederá finalmente? Quedan invitados a leer este one-shot.

If Aziraphale was completely honest, he didn't care what 'his side' – well, former side – had to say anymore at all. However, Aziraphale wasn't honest, in particular not to himself, because if the angel hadn't spoken those deceitful words, he would have undoubtingly and without a single shred of hesitation accepted Crowley's offer.

Something was very wrong with him and if Crowley had paid just a little bit of attention, he would have noticed yet another change about himself. Sadly, his single brain cell was only able to process one train of thought at a time and right now Crowley's mind was deep down in panic mode.

Gabriel has come up with a new way to punish a certain angel and demon. It may have even worked if he hadn't overlooked one crucial thing...

Aziraphale comes across a mysterious bundle of letters in his shop one evening after the apocalypse that wasn't. Inspired via an Instagram prompt.

After years of fruitless search, Aziraphale meets Crowley for the first time since the Holy Water Incident. It doesn't go smoothly, to say the least. (A hasty style experiment in four parts).

Two weeks shouldn't have been long. In immortal terms, it was barely a blink. For Aziraphale, it was an eternity. How could he protect Crowley, if the demon insisted on disappearing? Only to return hungry and demanding, and needing his angel's touch. Needing to coat Aziraphale in Ambrosia, Crowley is determined to catch his lover before worry destroys them both.

Aziraphale has had a bad day, Crowley has no idea what to do until suddenly he does.

After the bookshop fire, Crowley prays. He does not pray to God, though... (A short illustrated poem)

All my slashy non-kinkmeme Aziraphale/Crowley one-shots, housed in one place. Each chapter will be a different sexy story, featuring our favourite odd couple. Rating will go up when I add more chapters. If you have a kink you'd like to see in future chapters, let me know and I'll see if I can work it in.

Crowley quiere mostrarle a Aziraphale que existen otras opciones de baile, y el ritmo elegido para la ocasión es el jazz. ¿Qué podría resultar de eso? Lean y descúbranlo.

Crowley, un alien de Alfa Centauri a grandes rasgos similar a cualquier humano, ha escapado del Área 51 gracias a un ajetreo en las afueras del lugar. Aziraphale, un bibliotecario de vacaciones en Nevada, USA, está perdido por una carretera cercana. De casualidad ambos se encuentran. ¿Qué ocurrirá?

Fill for a prompt on the Good Omens kinkmeme: Post nopocalypse Aziraphale and/or Crowley are cursed (blessed?) So they can say anything but pick up lines. Bad bad pick up lines. Just some silly pre-slash fun.

Crowley doesn't shove Aziraphale up against the wall for calling him 'nice'. It happens after he calls him something else. And the result end up being much different. Aziraphale x Crowley

Now that Crowley and Aziraphale are free agents, Aziraphale struggles with being an angel still tasked to bless mortals but with no direction. Luckily, his demon is there to help give him a little push. Aziraphale x Crowley

A Crowley le aparecen heridas de origen inexplicable en su cuerpo, y la solución a ese problema está más cerca de lo que cree.