//REQUESTS ARE OPEN BUT I'LL ONLY DO DETAILED GOOD ONES WITH PROMPTS BECAUSE WRITERS BLOCK// Hey sluts. I suppose you wanna read Ineffable Husbands oneshots with occasional Ineffable -uhh whatever Gabriel and Beelzebub is called. I update when I feel like it and not working on O̶d̶d̶ T̶i̶m̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ (I finished Odd Timings now I'm working on Ballad of the Damned). There's lots of angst. A good bit of fluff. A lil' bit of Gabriel's Kind Of Literature (smut). Enjoy you marvelous readers. Started July 2, 2019

There's had been changes in Lucifer's behaviour, one's that were hard to miss. One minute he's sarcastic, then broken and then caring. Chloe noticed, she seemed to be the only one noticing. But every time she brought up the subject Lucifer would change the subject or say he was fine but she wasn't an idiot, she could tell it wasn't. He thought he could just flash her one of his charming smirks and she'd think he was fine but she knew him better than he knew himself these days. [Season 3- ?] [LUCIFER]

Crowley is at home when he has a nightmare about how he abandoned his fellow angels- when he fell... suddenly, he turns back to the angel he once was, will he accept it? Slowish updates

Crowley can't stand to be around Aziraphale anymore. It hurts too much to have the angel he loves deny his friendship. He can't stay just friends, so he has to find a way to end their friendship, but in doing so, he may have broken irreparable bonds.

Crowley discovers the truth behind what happens to his angel Upstairs....

As Aziraphale lived on earth, he began to not be touched at all, not by humans, certainly not by the angles, the only person that touches him and even then it's not enough is Crowley and even then the touches are small. Aziraphale flinching away and getting uncomfortable when Crowley touches him makes Crowley try to distance himself even more. Hurting them both.

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

Aziraphale would forgive him, of course. He always did. That had always been the Hell of it. It had been stupid to think things would be any different this time. It was a game they had been playing a long, long time, and he was all kinds of fool and idiot if he was going to suddenly start taking it seriously, even if only a few days ago he had thought Aziraphale was dead. Our side. It would be nice, really nice, if there was an *our side.* To be honest with himself, there was nothing in all the universe he wanted more. "I'll pick you up at eight," he repeated to the closed door, and headed back to the flat to take it out on the plants.

I'm new to this! Hope you enjoy though!