Ineffableidiots Stories

But hey, there was no shortage of laughs! Aziraphale hurt himself in a silly way or in an inconvenient spot on his body. Now he has to figure out how to get Crowley to help him without him finding out.

Aziraphale and Crowley finally start to return to their normal lives after the near end of all things when Aziraphale starts to wrestle with feelings about his fellow fiend. Simultaneously, he starts to feel under the weather. But angels can't get sick! ...right? A hanahaki au for WhiteleyFoster's write this in your style challenge. This can also be found on ao3 under my name, Spinchling. The title of this fic is from the song "Flowers" from the musical Hadestown.

A collection for my dearest and favorite ship to ever exist, Aziracrow. Featuring both the Ineffable Husbands and Wives! I take requests of all sorts, but currently no smut. DO NOT REPOST. -Also on my AO3 as individual oneshots, the link is in my author bio-

"But Mr.Crowley, how did you get to me? The fire was too big!" Crowley glanced over to the burning house, the dying flames were now being dowsed with water. Repairs were going to cost a fortune. "It was just a little...miracle, now go back to your parents, they are very scared right now and I think you need to help them." The girl gave him a tight hug around his neck, taking Crowley aback and knocking off his splintered glasses. "You're so brave, Mister Crowley!"

After The Ineffable Divorce, Crowley reads all of Aziraphale's journals and copes with his heartbreak by writing a letter that will never be sent. (depression time) (This is the sad version! It's being posted first {it was posted first on A03} so there is hope for happiness. If you liked this one, subscribe or do whatever so you get notified when I upload the happy version!!)

What would happen if the Dursleys lived in Lower Tadfield and Harry grew up with The Them- a collection of drabbles. If this ever sees the light of day, I'll be surprised.

My Gay Parents <3 A collection of Good Omens one shots :) No beta reader we die like men WARNING: SWEARING