Part one of The Princes of the Universe series. Crowley's misdeeds (or rather, good deeds) finally catch up to him, and Hell takes its revenge for the whole Armageddon debacle. It all backfires horribly, and Aziraphale and Crowley enlists the help of a teenage, former Antichrist to get a bit of their own back. That goes about as well as might be expected.

Él no tenía un gusto musical refinado como Crowley pero encontró la forma de hacer más amena su reunión. O lo intentó. La pasión del demonio al tocar su preciada arpa fue más de lo que pudo contener en su corazón y la memoria, esta vez, le jugó en contra.

I realized when I wrote 'What I'll Never Do Again' that I would need to write a follow-up. Here it is, in all its out-of-character, AU glory.

El Armageddon fue cancelado. Gabriel como Beelzebub comparten cierta desilusión aunque eso no es excusa para comportamientos inapropiados, ¿verdad, arcángel?

How to be a better angel. Sequel to Witless.

In every timeline there was a different ending - and echoes of those timelines bleed through, showing Aziraphale a very different ending.

As a general rule, angels (and by extension, ex-angels) do not see a purpose to kissing. Crowley and Aziraphale have never been much for rules.

Un serpent et un canard ont bien plus en commun que vous ne pouvez l'imaginer.

[OS] - Aziraphale et Crowley font un petit voyage dans les Pyrénées, sauf que celui-ci tourne mal à cause d'un feu d'église. Et d'une fumée anti-démon.

La primera vez que pasó Belcebú apenas fue consciente de ello, ni siquiera pensó que el incidente debía preocuparle porque ¿cómo una pequeña mariposa podía ser importante siquiera?

Où Crowley et Aziraphale n'ont pas besoin de nommer ce qu'ils ressentent – parce qu'un seul geste, parce qu'un seul regard vaut bien mille et une paroles. Recueil de drabbles/courts OS.

Crowley has a massive emotional breakdown when they get back to his flat after the Nonpocalypse, and Aziraphale is there to hold it together while having a fundamental existential crisis of his own. Features hot showers, cool sheets, a broken demon and an angel who will do anything to make him feel safe. Or What happens when you might only have one last night together?

Post-Apocalypse. Crowley gets into a fight with a couple of demons and finds himself at the bookshop during the healing process. Aziraphale starts being Aziraphale, making Crowley comfortable enough to stop holding his emotions so close to his chest. He forgets that Aziraphale, being an angel, can sense love. Aziraphale/Crowley. Hurt/Comfort, friendship, romance, angst. One-Shot.

Even though the bookshop is repaired after the near-Apocalypse, Aziraphale ends up spending the night at Crowley's flat. They both have nightmares about the recent events, and they help each other through them. Aziraphale/Crowley, Ineffable Husbands, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, romance. One-Shot.

**Warning: There's An Explicit Bit** After the Armageddon that wasn't. Crowley and Aziraphale finally go on a real date. ((This is just a little dirty fluff piece I had to write about these two idiots. I'll write a full chapter story for them later. But for now I had to get this out of my system.))

Aziraphale knows he could do good as a Knight of the Round Table. A couple miracled Quests and it's easy to stay in the relative comfort of Camelot. This comfort is disrupted when King Arthur decides it's time for 'Sir Aziraphale' to go on another Quest. and what better Quest than dealing with the mysterious Black Knight that is plaguing Camelot with inconvenience?

Being a spy for the British counter-intelligence isn't as exiting as Crowley would have liked. Despite his newfound fame for accurate information of questionable origin, he still has to occasionally meet up with the local spy rings. Reports and paperwork are unquestionably boring, but sometimes they reveal familiar faces. Familiar faces who just might be in over their heads.

Crowley has secretly been learning how to cook every one of Aziraphale's favorite dishes from the restaurants they got to for 6000 years. Maybe it's time he cooked some.

Turns out when good boys get a taste of something naughty they go all in. Aziraphale is no exception. Smut!

Some fluff - what do Aziraphale and Crowley do on the days we didn't see on screen? Little bit of bad language

Companion fic to "Lighthouse." It's a week after the Apocalypse-that-wasn't, and Aziraphale is finally working through the issues he has with Heaven and everything that happened during the last few years. Crowley finds him and helps him through it. Aziraphale/Crowley, established relationship. Hurt/Comfort, angst, fluff, a bit of romance. One-Shot.

When Crowley walks on consecrated ground, his feet burn. When Aziraphale walks on desecrated ground, he faints dead away. Over the years, Crowley has learned different ways of bringing the angel back.

[TRAD] Cet OS prend place juste après la dernière scène de la série. C'est seulement un peu de fluff à propos d'une chaise en cachemire bleu

Après leur dîner au Ritz, Aziraphale et Crowley décident de se promener au hasard des rues pour discuter, sans plus se soucier du Paradis ou de l'Enfer. [Ineffable Husbands, AziraphaleXCrowley]

Le miró hacia arriba, admirando su quijada cuadrada con la barbilla partida, sus labios apretados y los rojizos pelos dentro de su nariz. Iba de su mano por un pasillo de la mansión, en la tercera plata, del lado que daba el sol y tenía vista a los jardines. La niñera volteó hacia afuera. Fuera no había nada interesante. Sólo estaba el jardinero. [IneffableHusbans][Warlock POV].