Todo sucede por un motivo y los planes de Dios son misteriosos, incomprensibles, caprichosos e inefables, por lo que incluso el aleteo de una simple mariposa puede cambiarlo todo…

God's a bit tetchy, and She always has been. When Her Archangels try to kill a fellow angel with hellfire in the sanctity of Heaven, this is, of course, the last straw. Her Angels need rewritten and revised. She starts, as She will end, with Aziraphale.

Aziraphale savait que Crowley attendait la perfection de ses plantes vertes. Il avait tendance à oublier sa cruauté sous-jacente et son intransigeance.

Crowley manages to find at least one thing that he likes about Christmas. - Crowley/Aziraphale - (Under the Mistletoe Series Part Two)

Upon discovering that he's been exposed to sex pollen, Crowley tries to flee the bookshop before Aziraphale can realise that he's turning into a horny mess.

From the beginning, Ainsley only had himself. He didn't know what he was. Or even what his purpose was. But, he existed on his own. Following a feeling at times. And just doing what he wanted to at others. Unsure of what he is supposed to do or even why. All he knows is that he needs to find his Makers. And fast.

As punishment for giving away his flaming sword, Heaven takes Aziraphale's wings, with the promise to return them once he has earned their forgiveness. But that's difficult to do when you're in love with a demon like Crowley. Especially when Crowley doesn't even know he's an angel. Ineffable husbands, T for language and offscreen violence

Aziraphale découvre la vraie forme de Rampa, qu'il n'avait jamais vue. Mais il va découvrir quelque d'autre, quelque chose d'encore mieux caché. Inspirée par un dessin sur Twitter ( 킹왕짱 @666asdzxc (창 3:14)) et le merveilleux travail d'entanglednow ( auteur anglais sur AO3). Pour remercier toutes les gentilles personnes qui me soutiennent. AU " Always you"

Crowley finds himself confined to his den, unable to move or think in any significant way. This is not an unprecedented occurrence, and really, it wouldn't have been that bad if there hadn't been better things to do.

Heaven and Hell still want their war, but without a Great Plan to guide them, they are clumsy, and it might get messy! A child's life might be in danger. The fate of the world might be in danger. Again. Fortunately, a former angel/demon pair are on the case, but how much can they really help? And if they do try to help, what will the consequences be for them, and for Adam?

In which a gardening mishap brings Aziraphale and Crowley back to Tadfield.

Crowley allait faire un massacre. Cela mettrait un peu de piment à toute cette candeur écœurante qui accompagnait les fêtes de fin d'année, et ça lui permettrait de sortir enfin de cet enfer. Mais qu'est-ce qui lui avait pris d'attendre autant pour faire ses achats de Noël ?

After the Apocalypse that didn't happen Crowley and Aziraphale spend an evening together, an evening that will change their relationship forever. "Do not fear," Crowley reassured him, with extreme gentleness. "Aziraphale, do not fear." "My dear, forgive me. I shall seem a fool to you." "You are never a fool." "There's so much I want to tell you, but I'm afraid I'll frighten you."

Sometimes Crowley has his moods, especially when he's feeling lonely. Aziraphale is there to make him feel better. Drabble about the nature of love and what it is to be Known.

Somethings wrong with Crowley, and Azirphale has called Alex for help, not knowing the dangers that would soon unfold.

Aziraphale se tortille contre son flanc, comme si son corps épais prenait trop de place dans le creux de la baignoire. Ce qui est vrai, d'une certaine façon, mais Crowley a deux règles dans la vie : 1) ne pas montrer son corps à n'importe qui, 2) Aziraphale ne prend jamais trop de place. Dans sa vie, donc. Ou ailleurs. Le concept est large.

Three days after the Not-Apocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale's quiet night in gets interrupted by a phone call: Anathema is throwing a celebration party, and they're all invited. A few drinks and one bored Antichrist later, they're about to find out why fortune telling should be left to professionals.

My first October Whump! 31 days of pure whump, starring Aziraphale, Crowley and my OC, Hope. Some will connect, others will stand alone. Enjoy!

13 Days, uh, I mean, 8 Days of Halloween! Good Omens style! Based off the 13 Days of Halloween prompt challenge by @racketghost

"¡Baja el florero o el gato dispara!" más conocida como "¡Devuelve al Perro!" Es una mera bitácora de acontecimientos que narran la espeluznante aventura de admitir que estás enamorado de tu mejor amigo. Un Ineffable Husbands cargado de humor y situaciones incómodas. Sean todes bienvenides a leer la palabra de Dios! P.d: Dios me obligó a escribir esto... bueno, Dios y una amiga.

In the mythical forests of Eden a love story is taking place between two Nagas. AziraphalexCrowley pairing!

Un pique-nique organisé mais gâcher ! Mais un happy end est toujours possible. Surtout quand notre ami est un ange.

—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.

El mes de octubre inició trayendo consigo el Tober. Las historias se basarán en las listas del Kinktober y Flufftober de la página de Facebook Es de fanfics. Las palabras se eligen al azar por lo que será de los dos temas. Esta historia se realizará con los fandom de DBZ y Good Omens por lo que se tratará de que cada uno tenga 15 historias. Sean Bienvenidos, pasen y disfruten.

In the year 4004 BC, Crawly makes the greatest mistake of his occult life. He won't realize it until 6000 years later. But we're skipping ahead. It begins when The First Tempter of Man burns The Guardian of the Eastern Gate into ashes.