When Crowley sees a certain attractive blond stranger post an ad in search of a fuck buddy, he's definitely intrigued. And when he meets Aziraphale, the chemistry between them is undeniable. What could possibly go wrong with keeping things casual?
Rating: E
We'll make Heaven a place on Earth
Crowley knows his worth. He can't take Aziraphale back immediately after how hurt he's been. And for once, Aziraphale has to work for that forgiveness. Both of them are a mess. Both of them go to therapy—unexpectedly, together.
Rating: E
Word count: 38,245
It was an ordinary day; they'd all been ordinary thus far as Aziraphale and Crowley kept an eye on Adam and Eve in the garden.
And then the apple tree appeared.
Rating: T
Word count: 10,905
Aziraphale really wants to get that demon pregnant.
Rating: E
Word count: 4,446
Let Me Take My Sin From Thy Lips
Crowley couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment that he’d lost faith in the Ineffable Plan, but it was probably somewhere along his fall as the last cloud, last sunbeam, last bit of stardust left his skin and he made a million lightyear swan dive into a pit of boiling sulfur.
Crowley is really depressed after Aziraphale leaves. And then Aziraphale comes back.
Rating: M
Word count: 2,168
Crowley doesn't know if Aziraphale will accept him and his trans identity, but Aziraphale surprises him, and together, they find safety with each other.
Rating: E
Word count: 4,373
One possibility of what life could look like after season 2, from Crowley’s perspective
Rating: G
Word count: 142
To Crowley, love was a four letter word.
It was right up there with nice, and good, and— well, there were probably other four letter words he objected to as well, but he couldn’t think of them right at that moment. Not when Aziraphale was gazing into his eyes waiting for a reply.
Rating: G
Word count: 500
All of it, all of it, all of it
A love poem from Crowley’s POV.
Rating: M
Word count: 854
In A Little Cottage In South Downs
One year after they get together, Aziraphale has a surprise for Crowley.
Rating: T
Word count: 2,101
You are eternity, you are my heaven
Now Aziraphale was pulling him closer, his hands moving beneath Crowley’s jacket and around his back and Crowley had never felt so loved, so wanted.
So worshipped.
Rating: E
Word count: 2,601
skeleton flowers grow in the dark
on tumblr: part one, part two
Daphylleia Grayi, or skeleton flowers, are known for their petals becoming translucent when wet.
Crowley gets Aziraphale a gift.
Rating: T
Word count: 1,017
A poem, from Crowley to Aziraphale, somewhere in those six thousand years.
Rating: T
Word count: 201
heaven and hell were words to me (indefinite hiatus)
After the not-apocalypse, Heaven decides to discorporate Aziraphale and take him back to make him a better angel. But Crowley can't stand to live on Earth without him. This demon must find a way to sneak back into Heaven to save the angel he loves.
on tumblr: part one , part two