15th century France is a dangerous place, and if there's trouble to be had, Aziraphale is, unfortunately, likely to find it. Good thing a certain demon happens to show up at just the right time.

Un puesto importante, unos jefes peculiares, un instinto casi asesino por que ambos quedaran juntos, son los problemas cotidianos que tiene la joven Anathema Device en el Corporativo Pixop. Portada por Erin Rose. Dibujos de thatmightyheart y Millerizo @KOMIKET

"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.

'We can't be lost, Crowley, the Fosse Way is a straight line! You can lie a ruler against it on the map, it's that straight. One cannot simply get lost driving along the Fosse Way. It's not possible' For the Brewer's Prompt: Fosse Way

—Lo sé, ¡Por el amor de Dios! Pero no podemos hacer tonterías —protesta Aziraphale, preocupado. —Tampoco nos extralimitemos —responde Crowley levantando las manos hacia él—. No estamos como para exigirnos más de lo que somos capaces.

Centuries before the Apocalypse, the demon Crowley is surrounded by fire of a different sort, and becomes increasingly desperate to keep his angel from the flames - even if it means burning up himself.

iAziraphale winced. 'Crowley, please could you refrain from playing air guitar whilst driving at Heaven only knows how many miles per hour. It isn't safe .'/i i' WIIIILD HORSES' ' More air guitar. 'WE WILL RI-I-IDE THEM SOME DAY-EEE! ' /i /-/-/  Crowley is many things, but a good driver is not one of them, For the prompt "Wild Horse".

[trad] Il y a un nouveau venu dans la librairie. Rampa n'est pas jaloux. Non, il ne l'est pas. (Aziraphale/Rampa)

The year is 1020, and Aziraphale is unsure of Crowley. He's simply not keen on this "Arrangement" the demon keeps suggesting for their mutual benefit. But when they're rained in at a strange cottage, and Crowley offers to groom his wings, Aziraphale views him in a new light. He just wishes he wasn't so racked with doubt and guilt. No Slash. One-shot.

Aziraphale and Crowley must switch forms to fool their respective Head Offices after Armageddon fails to take off-otherwise, they could both face death (for good). But what do they do with those bodies in the hours before they're snatched away to Heaven and Hell? Naughtiness ensues, and confessions are made. Eventual Ineffable Husbands, a spot of angst, but mostly love and lemon.

Five letters Crowley wrote to Aziraphale and never sent and one letter Aziraphale wrote to Crowley and did send.

Turning up late for a meeting in Heaven, Aziraphale spots a stained-glass window in an old conference room depicting a very familiar face. Crowley can't work out what Aziraphale's so emotional about. No Slash. One-shot.

Crowley was quite interested in nuclear weapons. If interested actually meant extremely and actively anxious over, that is./It's 1983. The Cold War is in full swing. Crowley is watching the news. / [For my Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable Writing Challenge. Prompt: Star Wars and the Strategic Defense Initiative of 1983]

Everyone called the Titanic the 'Ship of Dreams', but for Aziraphale, it was the ship of nightmares, carrying her away from her home in England, and her dreams of freedom, and towards the bleak future of her arranged marriage in America. The only spark of light in the darkness is her new and tentative friendship with the boldly intimate Crowley. AU Ineffable Wives

The last time Aziraphale had seen Crowley, the demon had damn near begged him to go after some of the mages. Said that Hell was all over them, at the moment. That it'd be a huge favour if the angel would take a few of them off of his hands...br For my Brewer's Dictionary of Phrase and Fable Writing Challenge Prompt: Amaimon, Devil King of the Eastern portion of Hell.

After the not-Apocalypse, life is far from dull for an angel and demon, both of whom can finally admit that they're more than just friends. Among other things, after a run in with a strange priest, Crowley is stuck as a snake during a bitterly cold London winter, a cottage in the South Downs gets two new residents, and Aziraphale gets a new job. Not really written chronologically.

It's been many years since Aziraphale and Crowley stopped the apocalypse but both Heaven and Hell are looking for round two and they're not going to let these two get in the way again. When they set a trap, kidnapping the child who is destined to stop WWIII it's everything Crowley and Aziraphale can do to stay together and get out alive. (Gen)

Crowley is sometimes too good at his job. Aziraphale helps him forget, just for a little while. Sequel to "A Gentle Slope". Gift fic for Wolfiejimi; non-slash.

The year is 1967 (and Crowley and Aziraphale have just had rather a nasty argument) when Crowley finds himself unexpectedly in trouble with the forces of Hell. Mistaking Hastur for a witch, young Shadwell rescues Crowley and carries him off. Both Hastur and Aziraphale are trying to find where Crowley's been taken to, and young Shadwell's got himself caught in the middle. No Slash.

Une petite, si petite tentation rondement menée. Juste un baiser, et voilà que tout se casse la figure. Leur présent, leur amitié, et surtout leurs plans pour l'avenir. Basée autant sur le livre que sur la série.

Just found somethings about it on here. So I'm making stories about them. Get ready for memes and fluff.

Crowley is sent to early 20th century Japan to track down a wayward demon, with Aziraphale determined to come with him. But they quickly realise that something darker, more sinister is taking place in the ancient and myth-filled countryside. Forced to confront his own darker nature, Crowley's not sure if he and Aziraphale can survive this mission. Friendship and book-verse.

For 11 years, all of heaven and hell believed that one Warlock Dowling was the anti-christ. Perhaps this would not have amounted to much, as both heaven and hell believe many incorrect things on a general and daily basis, had the ones raising him not been a reality-bending demon and an equally exceptional (and influential) angel. In which there are two-antichrists.

Crowley was an angel, too. But he fell, and he burned, and he was nothing but a serpent. But then an angel showed him kindness and he realized he could still have a purpose, have meaning, have love. It's part of him and no amount of hellfire can burn that away.

Oneshot dedicado a Nixarim por su maravilloso cómic Good Omens: Before The Falling y al grupo que nació para llorar los dramas de dicha historia Don't Go Breaking My Heart