It had been a few months since the apocalypse. Both Crowley and Aziraphale were alive and well. Things have changed. The two were happier now. But things change the night Crowley listens in on the angel's sleep talk. What was his angel so afraid of? How could he protect angel? And what wasn't his angel telling him? I Do not own characters, the series, book or movie, or any images used. I only take credit for this fanfiction written and any original characters

(NSFW 18+) Being an Angel and a Demon is difficult. Being an Omega Angel Bonded to an Alpha Demon? Things are about to get even tougher, but luckily both Aziraphale and Crowley have each other to help share the load. "To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here.' To say 'I am." ― O. R. Melling (Or: A Good Omens Alpha Crowley/Omega Aziraphale AU)

"Why are you doing this?" Aziraphale's voice is faint, his breathing uneven. Crowley doesn't lift his eyes to see the sickly look on his face, the twist of pain where only joyous smiles should ever be. "Bandages need changing", he mumbles, eyes fixed firmly on his working hands. "No. I meant-" He can hear as Aziraphale swallows. "Why do you care for me?" It isn't just 'why do you take care of me'. It's 'why do you still care at all'. Crowley has to close his eyes for a second, makes sure Aziraphale doesn't see. "Cause you're here", he says, voice carefully detached, "and you're hurt, and you need someone. And that someone's gotta be me." "Why?" He won't answer that. He can't answer that. "Don't ask stupid questions." ~oOo~ Or, the one where Heaven punishes Aziraphale the only way they know how, Crowley is there to help pick up the pieces, and maybe they can build something new and much more beautiful from both their broken shards. Warning for blood and injury, aftermath of physical violence, drinking as a coping mechanism, symptoms of depression - heed the tags!

As the title states, this book will be used for prompts for the ineffable husbands week. They will most likely not be in date, but I will make the effort to have something for each prompt. I doubt each chapter will be very long but they will all have a minimum of 1,000 words. (This is the SFW variant of the challenge/activity because I cannot write smut to save my life, therefore the NSFW version would be a waste on my page) Word Count: 25,970

Anathema Device and Newton Pulsifer are tying the knot! They decide to invite the angel and demon duo to join in their celebration, but there is a problem. Newt doesn't have many friends he can count on to throw him a bachelor party, so Anathema decides to help her future husband. And does so by asking the ineffable pair to plan the festivities. What could go wrong? -- "Oh, thank you so much. I was really worried. I mean asking a demon and an angel to throw a bachelor party for your spouse sounds crazy, but less so than any of his other options. Just try to keep it casual, okay?" Anathema said. "Oh, um..." Had Aziraphale heard her properly? --

Crowley finally did it. He confessed his feelings the best he could to the only person that mattered to him in this whole universe... And what was he left with? His lover abandoning him, like everyone else has in Crowley's life. You'd think that over the thousands of years, these two beings have been together their connection was stronger. Aziraphale obviously didn't think so, well that's what Crowley thought at least but he didn't know the mystery he was about to uncover. Nobody did... This story is about an angel and demon you are most likely familiar with by now, however, throughout the story you will find out more and more about these mysterious beings and how they really feel deep inside. (This is my first Good Omens fic and I hope y'all like it :) I'll try my best to mend all our broken hearts from that season 2 finale) *The story could be mature if I continue it anymore, but that all depends on how many people read it. As of right now, It's mainly PG13 though*

"Oh. Yeah." Crowley shuffled his feet, looking surprisingly boyish. "Come to New York with me tomorrow?" Aziraphale blinked. "Why?" "To see how Warlock is doing," Crowley said, as if that was obvious. "Warlock?" He blinked again, and Crowley looked annoyed. Unfortunately what came out of his mouth was, "You were the one who suggested killing the boy." "It wasn't personal." Crowley took off his dark glasses, apparently the better to glare at him. "He's still our kid." "B-but, Crowley, he's not our kid," Aziraphale said helplessly, wondering if Crowley was going insane or if he was. "You're a terrible father for an angel," Crowley said, accusingly. "I'm a demon, and I make a far better mother." --- Aziraphale is almost certain that Crowley is only being perverse. But demons are unaccountable creatures, and Aziraphale finds himself flying to New York with him anyway.

After everything that happened in Tadfield the world has changed. And after everything that happened after that Heaven and hell, both want nothing to do with the ineffable duo. Nevertheless Crowley is always up to no good. But what happens when Aziraphale is also included in something one can only call a bad idea? Characters, Good omens, and what happened in Good Omens, obviusly aren't mine. Proceed knowing the original owners are Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. What happens in this story is mine, so feel free to comment!

This will be a collection of short stories about the angel Aziraphale and the demon Crowley from Good Omens. Super fluffy, no smut... although not always entirely PG... I hope you enjoy!!

What Crowley was actually thinking during Warlock's eleventh birthday party. or- It's the day Crowley and Aziraphale have been waiting for, the one that will set Armageddon into motion. However, stood inside a tent at Warlock Dowling's eleventh birthday, a demon cannot help but picture a far happier ending for the angel and himself. [NOW OFFICIALLY AN AUDIO PODFIC ON YOUTUBE]