Mr. Fell était ravi ; depuis que sa librairie employait une seconde personne, presque plus aucun livre ne partait entre les mains des clients. Sa clinquante nouvelle recrue avait apporté avec elle tout un bagage de techniques commerciales très démoniaques, très efficaces et presque indolores. Il y avait cependant un petit souci lorsque l'hiver frappait aux portes de Londres...
“ Here I am, bearing many sorrows and grief, so much hope too, I guess, begging you to hear what I’m trying to say. “
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.
What does a demon do when his favourite angel doesn't happen to be around? He encourages (a) murder. In a manner of speaking. This is, surprisingly, mostly fluff with more bird dialogue than reasonable.
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 being banished from the garden, Juriel tries to make peace with his friend, but Aziraphale isn't having it.
Some random fics I'm uploading during the Quarantine. Some may mention it, and some will not be related to it at all. Some fun fic, some angst. FRIENDSHIP ONLY!
Crowley brings Beth's dead bird, Pip, back to life. (Companion Piece of sorts to "Beth March & Her Dark Angel") One-shot.
Timid and often housebound Beth March has an "imaginary" friend, an "angel" who can take the form of a black snake. Her sisters never believed he was real, until she died, and he turned up looking for her... One Shot.
Crowley and Aziraphale play Cards Against Humanity, after a fashion.
6000 years is a long time to uphold prejudice about the given roles and rules of good and bad, of angels and demons. Especially when the other side really isn't as bad (or good) as it seems. And fine, maybe it takes them 5999 or so of those years to fully figure that out, but they get there in the end.
After eons pretending there was absolutely nothing between them, it's hard to adjust to the sudden freedom to say what they wish and love who they please. Thousands of years of conditioning don't just go away. But Aziraphale and Crowley have a chance now and won't give that up without a fight. Scenes from After that need to happen, and some fluffy feels about Love.
Tessa isn't an ordinary woman. She has a very special gift. One that her boyfriend doesn't seem to thrilled about. He is determined to keep her under his thumb. But there may be hope for this caged Nightingale in the form of the ineffable best friends: Aziraphale and Anthony J Crowley.
Aziraphale et Crowley décident d'enfin définir le statut de leur relation.
Crowley et Aziraphale passent leur premier réveillon ensemble.
"Si je résume le programme, mon ange, c'est : virées en ski, promenades enneigées et dégustations de vin chaud ? - Sans oublier le plus important, très cher : cuisiner du fromage ! - Heu... Fromage ? Tu ne préfères pas qu'on aille au restaurant ? - Mais sentir une bonne odeur de fromage fait très hivernal, non ? - Ok. Ski, bouffe et fromage... Ça sonne terriblement humain."
(For 29Pieces) It's a frightfully cold Christmas and everyone in London is stuck inside due to the horrible weather. Aziraphale is feeling lonely with nothing but his books for company, but brought on the wailing wind, a demon comes knocking at his door.
What does a demon do when discovering their friend of six thousand years might actually be a terrifying cherub?
Un petit chalet au fond des bois. Un ange et un démon, bien décidés à s'amuser et passer du bon temps ensemble, alors que Noël approche.
Aziraphale drags his rather unagreeable demon with him to embark on a journey to Western America!
Aziraphale meets Crowley after a very long time. Crowley has a gift for him, but it might bring them some Winchester troubles, with some two unexpected men along the way. In the end, the angel and the demon find themselves making a sweet, little deal. Crack, with a bit of romance.
A series of short glimpses into the Crowley-Aziraphale-relationship. I read them as romance, cause I'm a sucker for slash, but you could just read them as friendship-fics.
The title pretty much explains this one. As Anthony Crowley and Aziraphale chill in their usual meeting place, a strange call takes the demon away. Chaos ensues as he ends up not exactly where he should be. Supernatural Crowley is future Good Omens Crowley, if that makes sense at all. (Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or the authors of Good Omens, or any of the characters.)
Aziraphale and Crowley have been living a rather domestic existence together in the South Downs for some time. Aziraphale suggests they go to Spain for a holiday.
Warlock, as yet an infant and the presumed Antichrist, begins to benefit from his two immortal guardians.
Crowley decides to call Aziraphale one day. Really short chapters, but I hope for it to be pretty long by the end. It might be Aziriphale/Crowley, but I really don't have any idea. Good Omens Crowley is the same as Supernatural Crowley. Rated T for language. Please like and comment! Thanks!
A Good Omens oneshot. Aziraphale and Crowley are the entities waiting in the Tomb to greet Mary on the first Easter morning.
Crowley and Aziraphale actually both like hugs... it's just that they think the other doesn't...
Anthony J. Crowley had been 'J' long enough for his liking. It was time he gave it some thought.
Aziraphale as Crowley as Fledgling Angels.