This should have been the best moment of Crowley's fucked up millennia lasting life. This should have been a moment of revelation, the moment he'd been waiting for, the moment his dreams finally came true. We just tend to forget that nightmares are dreams, too. ~oOo~oOo~ Summaries are hard without giving away too much plot. Just prepare for lots of emotions after the Not-Pocalypse, a shocking discovery they have to learn how to cope with, an angry and frustrated Crowley, a hurt and frustrated Aziraphale, lots of misunderstandings and clearing conversation, a letter, a talk with God Herself and just lots of fluff, angst, love with a happy ending! And of course - some smut ;)

Now that Aziraphale is in heaven and Crowley is all alone on earth what will become of them? How are heaven and hell going to react to the changes in power? These are some questions that I've made my own answers to until season 3 comes out. Disclaimer: there are scenes involving suicidal thought/actions, gore and blood, and sexual content.

Crowley finds his secret conviction that the world was designed for his personal entertainment severely tested by the bloody boring fourteenth century. But what is he a demon for, if not to spice things up a bit? It's irrelevant that a certain angel is taking his orders seriously for once and embarking on a life of self-denial and doing good. That isn't the reason Crowley is bored, at all. And he certainly isn't acting up to get Aziraphale's attention because he's desperately in love or anything.

//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

Sorry, right number! Welcome to series of oneshots from Good Omens. And by that I ofcourse mean just oneshots of our ineffable husbands; Aziraphale and Crowley. This book will include all kinds of oneshots, angst, fluff, AUs, etc. There will always be music that goes with the chapter, so be sure to listen to that while reading. Enjoy! ... Warnings; this book is rated as Mature simply because of some cursing and drinking in a few of the stories. Anyway, enjoy! :)

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!

Aziraphale furnished him with what was a somewhat lovely single malt Scotch, which Crowley wasted by swallowing down until it burned his throat. "Dagon. You have Dagon in your shop. Aziraphale, my oldest and best enemy, I go away for just a few decades, and you summon my line manager? You-you-" Aziraphale looked a little guilty. ***** Crowley finds out that perhaps napping for a century isn't completely without consequences. One of the consequences is apparently finding himself courting an angel who is incomprehensibly attached to the Lord of the Files and Master of Torments. Love is a worse torment than even Dagon could dream up. NOTES: The first three chapters of this were posted in some form or other in my Good Omens shorts book, but it's getting long enough to need its own book. If you're looking for new content, jump to chapter 4.

Five times Crowley and Aziraphale were mistaken as lovers, starting in the Garden of Eden. And one time they didn't deny it. Good Omens Ineffable Husbands 5+1 Things fic, pure sappy fluff and humour this time. No angst, I promise. But plenty of kissing. Crowley/Aziraphale

A place to store shorter Crowley/Aziraphale fiction. I totally can write things that are not all 15 chapters of slowburn long. Contains adult content. Pretty vanilla, but there is reasonably explicit content, please be aware. First story: Tudor England. Crowley tries to dress Aziraphale up appropriately to deliver temptations in the young King Henry's court. Short doublet, hose, codpiece, all that innocent stuff. Also, Crowley is a snake at least some of the time. PWP Second story: a sad story with a happy end, in emoticons

Aziraphale makes one temptation too many under the Arrangement, and is condemned to be the property of Hell. Crowley has millennia worth of soul credits unspent, enough to purchase an enslaved angel. So that's all right, then. Quite a good thing, really. No one can object to them being together if Aziraphale is officially Crowley's property. Once Aziraphale gets used to the whole slave thing and remembers Crowley would never, ever harm him, he'll realise it's all for the best, that Crowley is his saviour and liberator. They can have the kind of happily ever after Crowley always dreamed about. It's a shame about Aziraphale's powers, but Aziraphale will understand eventually, especially when he realises how much Crowley loves him and always has. It will be fine.