A brief, deeply bittersweet Ineffable Husbands one-shot, exploring what might happen if the Man Upstairs had tapped into his Old Testament, vengeful side after the non-apocalypse. (minor AU points explained in Author's Note)

Aziraphale wants to go to a play, but Crowley is dragging her feet when getting ready. This still doesn't stop them from being absolutely smitten with each other.

In the beginning, Crowley creates a tree in the stars for Aziraphale. It's supposed to be a nice gesture. No slash. One shot. Inspired by cafelatte100's idea. Kind of an on the verge K plus rating; it's not a T but it leans a little closer in that direction, because Crowley has no filter.

Before the Beginning, during a masked party in Heaven, Aziraphale unexpectedly makes a friend who seems to have everything the angel's ever looked for in a companion. There's just one little problem: a cocky angel named Lucifer is rebelling, and Aziraphale's flashy new friend is on the wrong side. No Slash. One-shot.

Once, an Angel sheltered a Demon under his wing and the Demon found a way to repay the favor. Gen (Poetry/verse)

One summer evening, a thing unable to resume its favourite shape takes refuge in the bookshop. No slash. One-shot.

Long ago, Crowley used his talent for building nebulae to create something special for the angel who had sheltered him under his wing. Written in honour of World Poetry Day.

A chance meeting with Brother Francis in St James's Park leads Aziraphale and Crowley to discover they weren't the only ones with an arrangement behind their superiors' backs. One-shot. No slash.

In these difficult times, how are our favorite angel and demon coping? By making sure their friends are okay and sending help where they can.

This is NOT a fanfic. This is so you guys can be safe with the Cornaviruse around.

In 1941 Crowley makes a sacred vow to protect Aziraphale from all harm, no matter what. To never again let Aziraphale die. Aziraphale, in a moment of weakness and infatuation, accepts. One fateful decision reverberates throughout time and alters the course of their lives, forever. Sequel to "Dance with Darkness".

"Indeed the safest road to hell is the gradual one - the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." - C. S. Lewis, 'The Screwtape Letters'. Crowley has fallen behind on his annual quota of damned souls. It's time for him to collect.

There's a difference between being immortal and being invincible. Crowley finds this out the hard way. But he has an angel to watch over him. (Gen)

[Drabble Collection] Eventually I'll write a proper fic about Crowley raising children. This isn't it. Crackfic with all the assorted bits and pieces of scenarios that my brain keeps coughing up. None of the chapters are directly related to each other, unless otherwise noted.

After the stress of the Nopacalypse, Aziraphale cracks under the pressure of heaven, and finds the slippery slope to recovery is steeper than he could have ever imagined.

Aziraphale had begun to realize over his many centuries on earth, that old friends are a lot like books—they're always there when you need them.

During Crowley's long absence in the 19th century, Aziraphale decides to get a pet, which he grows deeply attached to. It ends in tragedy. Meanwhile, Crowley sleeps, only getting up once to use the lavatory. No slash. One-shot.

Cuando Crowley experimento lo que se sentía perder todo lo que quería, cuando supo que no podía estar más jodido y a punto de cometer un acto suicida al enfrentarse a Satanás; en ese instante fue la primera vez que se sintió de verdad libre. Sin embargo, debajo de toda esa capa de alivio fue que empezó a darse cuenta de cosas que no había querido notar hasta ese entonces.

Before the beginning, during the rebellion in Heaven on the day War was born, Crowley accidentally rescues an angel from the opposing side. Beelzebub is not pleased. One-shot. No Slash.

Crowley usually tries to avoid channeling his truly demonic side. But all bets are off when someone threatens his angel. (gen)

A poem by Crowley about a human he's in love with. / Early birthday gift for a lovely friend of mine.

Aziraphale sometimes wondered about that demon he had met on the Eastern Gate, and whether he should have stopped him or not, but when he finds Crowley in an unfortunate predicament, he can't help but feeling compassion instead. Pre-friendship (Gen)

Solo había una sola cosa viva por la que Crowley se preocupaba (aparte de cierto ángel, claro está) y esa eran sus plantas. Las regaba, les ponía abono, procuraba que la tierra fuese buena para ellas y que tuviesen una ventilación decente. Lo que nadie sabía, ni siquiera Aziraphale, era el porqué de su aparente obsesión por ellas.

On a Friday, roughly two years before the birth of the antichrist, Crowley kidnaps Aziraphale, shoving him into the back of the Bentley and driving away. Aziraphale's fine with it, really, but Gabriel thinks he needs rescuing and wackiness ensues. No Slash. One-shot.

Crowley has a surprise planned for Valentine's Day, but he won't even give Aziraphale a hint, other than that he'll like it. Demons aren't into holidays celebrating love; what's going on? And what's this about a snake in the book shop? Is this part of the surprise? Conclusion up now!