Crowley said, voice very carefully even, "So, were you ever planning on telling me that we were married?" In which Aziraphale finds an unexpected surprise, contemplates parchment and copperplate, visits a picture framer, and eventually gets his happy ending. Aziraphale/Crowley fluff. (Ineffable Husbands, but they don't know that they're husbands.)

Their meeting on Eden's walls was surprisingly amicable, but now Crawly has an angel following him everywhere he goes and he'd like to know why. Aziraphale would quite like to know that himself. (In which the author takes angels as avians a little too far...)

What if someone had paid attention to all those Earth Observation files? Pre-Apocalypse AU. Aziraphale/Crowley. Starring: Michael as a decent person (at least for this fic). Also starring: Actual Communication.

How Aziraphale and Crowley came to sit together in the same armchair sharing a mug of cocoa. Set between s1 and 2. T for mild language and minor suggestive adult themes.

Life after the Non-Apocalypse is fine...boring but fine. Then, Aziraphale is offered a new job thanks to his expertise from being around for thousands of years.

Aziraphale and Crowley are in love, but it takes a day in each other's bodies before they can take the next step. Based on the TV show as the body switch doesn't happen in the book . . . though it does say that Crowley can do "really weird things with his tongue." Surely that would be bound to give anyone ideas, even an angel.

Crowley está sufriendo por un celo imprevisto, nada que le extrañe dado su naturaleza irregular, pero en su posición actual no puede confiar en el supresor de emergencia, y llegar a su casa es su primordial preocupación. Si todo fuese tan fácil…

While Crowley is in Aziraphale's body in heaven for the trial, he gets a summons from God herself.

After Aziraphale's mother goes missing on a routine supply run, he tries to find her, ending up in trouble of his own. Maybe the space station’s botanist can help? Expanse AU.

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. AVAILABLE IN ENGLISH : archiveofourown-org/works/34209706 ( replace the "-" by ".") AU "Always you "

When your loved one is far away, sometimes you just have to take up a pen. Especially if it's the XVIIIth century.

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 ?

6000 years was a long time to wait.

Aziraphale mistakenly goes to a Roman orgy and it is up to Crowley to get him out. (sorry just had to get this idea out of my head)

OS. Et c'était au nom de cette amitié qu'Aziraphale avait forcé la main aux aléas présidant à leurs petites entrevues impromptues pour poser un vrai rendez-vous. Alors, toujours démon ? Pourquoi Crowley, si bavard d'habitude, ne disait-il rien ?

The arrival of the Son of God is a big deal, and though Crawley knows it would be better to leave well enough alone, her curiosity drives her to seek him out, even though meeting him might change her for good.

I wrote this in honor of Easter, of the sacrifice God made on behalf of humans. Something none of the angels or demons can understand, not even Crowley or Aziraphale. Told from Crowley's point of view, this is about Good Friday and what happened on the third day, on Sunday morning. And how one demon is affected by something he can not understand.

Sex is forbidden for angels, so when Aziraphale is hit by a curse that can only be broken by having sex, he suddenly has the perfect excuse to break the rules and get away with it. He's excited to tell Crowley all about it and finally make love to him. They've been flirting for millennia, after all. But Crowley has his own insecurities which they'll need to work through first.

After the showdown at the airfield, Crowley and Aziraphale are on their own, one without a bookshop to go back to. Aziraphale stays at Crowley's flat for the first time and they figure out just what it means to choose their faces. Footnotes- in style of the book, just after Armageddon, 3rd person narrative, switching POV, Crowely's art collection, Crowley's plants

I loved the deleted scene from the first Good Omens episode so much I had to write about it. Just why did Crowley decide to take out the mobile network? I decided to find that out. Used the script-book for reference. Did footnotes, too. Hope it's enjoyable! Footnotes- in style of the book, 11 years before Armageddon, 3rd person narrative- told by Crowley

"Say it," he thinks. (A very, *very* short fic of intentionally ambiguous POV from a Tumblr ask by typicalopposite)

Un Démon est incapable d'aimer. Une Sorcière n'en a pas le droit. Et pourtant, une étrange Prophétie dit tout le contraire. Et un Ange essaye de leur faire comprendre cela...

It is a well-beloved fact that Sir Isaac Newton's seminal work on gravity, Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy, was developed and and written alone in his home in Lincolnshire, in the company of only two: his gardener and his housekeeper. (spoilers. nudity. gen-ish. aggressively mathematical.)

A seraph befriends Crowley at the beginning, but anything more between them was certainly out of the question, right? (Despite the way their feelings for each other only got stronger with time.) What's more, she, along with Aziraphale and Crowley, do not want to see the world destroyed. Oh boy, they've got their hands full. Crowley x OC. Yes, there will be smut.

Crowley and Aziraphale had both celebrated Christmas throughout the years, of course. For work, or to encourage the spread of the good word or cheer. But never had they celebrated it together. So Crowley was determined to make their first Christmas perfect, and hopefully very memorable.