there is not much to say other than this is a good omens Crowley x Aziraphale smut

🌻Honestly, this is just a weird story I'm slowly writing...sorry if it makes no sense!!! 🌻 \\🌹If you don't get a warm fuzzy feeling then I'm not doing this right...🌹//

- this is gay as fuck - the characters don't belong to me - Please point out grammar mistakes (English isn't my first language) - Warnings will be at the top of each chapter - might hint at Gabriel X Beelzebub here and there -fluff, smut, angst

"The last 24 hours had been hard for the demon to forget. He had never experienced a breakup, that was such a human thing. He had always believed that he could deal with it...well, at this point, Crowley had been wrong. Utterly, utterly wrong. So, the demon found only one way to drown away all his sorrows - which finally had ended up in excessive amounts of alcohol." Aziraphale goes missing. Captured by none other than - guess who - Archangel Gabriel himself, Heaven wants to take their final revenge on Crowleys angel friend. As the demon arrives at the bookshop only to find it scattered in ruins, it's up to him rescuing his angel. Whatever it takes. Or Crowley will lose more than just the love of his eternal life...

A book of one shots, mostly Crowley and Aziraphale....together.

That was no way to think, just because a stupid ex-nun misinterpreted a blamelessly hostile situation. That way lay madness. That way lay an angel with disapprovingly pursed lips and pitying pale eyes and "My dear boy, I'm so *very* sorry, but..." and Armageddon would come as a relief after that, really.

Throughout their years together, there have been multiple occasions when Crowley desperately wanted to dance with Aziraphale. There was one time where he gave in to the desire. Or, five times Crowley wanted to dance with Aziraphale, and one time they did. Angst, fluff, etc.

I LOVE THESE AND I QUITLY SCREAMED AT ALL OF THEM credit given most from insta and if a post on insta is in parts then I will post all together ❤️❤️❤️❤️ 😇 😈

excerpt: "Gosh, Crowley thinks to himself. Is Aziraphale really that drunk? He thought he was more dramatic. Does he really take his English that seriously? Crowley puts on a robe and walks around the dull lit hotel room. He groans. Technically demons don't really need to sleep, but Crowley swears that his body is uncomfortable after the consumption of too much alcohol. His mind is too bottled up from talking earlier that he jumps into bed and barely thinks of his surroundings. His body merely feels exhausted, aching from the effort of suppressing his desires." All my late night writings when I refused to sleep. There's no broken english, I've made sure of it! It's a short story of Crowley and Aziraphale :) And yes, the cover is my very OWN artwork lol!

"Since the Apocalypse had been avoided, the bond between the angel and the demon had grown closer. For the first time in 6000 years Aziraphale...felt something for Crowley. He didn't know what the strange feeling was when the ginger-haired demon was around, but - he was an angel, for Gods Sake. His kind used to be caring and loving, whatever or whenever." Aziraphale begins to question the Great Plan and its purpose on love. According to this, a demon and an angel aren't made for each other. When Crowley finally shows up at his bookshop and tries to confess his feelings for the angel, he breaks up. Leaving an angry demon and a very sad angel. Not knowing what they gonna do. Little do both of them know that these weren't exactly the commands from God herself...