Sequel to Manchester Lost. Humanity has declared war, and now Heaven and Hell’s best and brightest must band together to – oh dear. Now with 25% more Horseperson and 75% more Archangel!

Aziraphale wants to know more about Crowley's methods of temptation.

One shot. Aziraphale faces the horrors of Humanity. T for references to war.

Aziraphale is dead. Crowley is shocked. A replacement body is in need. Changes will take place.

Wherein Heaven and Hell start a brand new game, which endangers a certain Agreement and brings havoc back to a little place called London.

Crowley is upset. This worries Aziraphale, who does his best to be comforting. But, as usual, he manages to mess something up. Oneshot, Crowley/Aziraphale. Pure and unashamed fluff.

Aziraphale asks Crowley to go on holiday with him. Unfortunately its not the kind of holiday Crowley has in mind. Some slash in later chapters. Rated T for language. R&R please.

Objective? Making the angel Fall. How? by making him believe he was in love with him. Problem? Crowley wasn’t sure whether he was faking it or not. C*A, slash, of course!

Aziraphale and Crowley always did have an odd relationship. Then the Apocalypse is averted, and things, of course, can only get weirder. When the two find love, their bosses find out. Snap! Gah, I fail at summaries. M for later chapters. A/C, of course!

A/C on a road trip.

Crowley loves Aziraphale's Smile.

Rot Your Teeth Out Sweet. Just a waring. Rated just to be safe. M//.

Crowley's willing to admit it. Aziraphale is not. What're they going to do about their relationship? Fly off the handle, so to speak? Or just make excuses? A/C. M just in case. Possibly slash and fluff all in one! My summaries fail. Please enjoy anyway!

Crowley and Aziraphale fluff. This is kind of dumb cause I wrote it on the spur of the moment, but give it your consideration.

A series of drabbles, ficlets, oneshots, whathaveyou about Crowley and Aziraphale, and their lives together at random points in time. Continuity is as continuity does. Watch out for some Slash here and there, because slash is made of love.

Nuclear reactors, human toys -- it was all just playing," she said. "Of course, they didn't need human help for this. That's like believing they needed to ask permission."

Yes these have been done before, but as far as I understood it you could do them with your own spin on it. Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A simple gift exchange turns into oh so much more. Happy Holidays, everyone!

When Crowley finds his bedroom ransacked he mulls over the four mistakes that led to the despoilment of his interior decorating. A CrowleyxPollution ficlet

There were days when Crowley felt like he should just give up. After the end of the world, the world was simply against him and he might've felt a bit overwhelmed. Aziraphale wasn't helping, seeing as he was the cause of his current distress. C/A; Slash.

For once, this is not Crowley/Aziraphale but Crowley/OC. Give it a try. It's Christmas Eve and a baby boy is about to be born. This fact is causing his parents and a friendly angel a lot of trouble. Careful here, it may not be what you expect.

Aziraphale doesn't sleep, but occasionlly he does dream. Just occasionally. Drabble. No, it isn't slash. Please keep your dirty minds to yourselves.

People often have three first impressions of Aziraphale. Technically, only one of these is correct, but since when has Crowley ever cared about the technicalities? Crowley/Aziraphale slash, rated for... um, slashiness? Oneshot, quite possibly fluff.

In which Aziraphale takes great pleasure in alerting Crowley to the youth at the epicentre of a psychic disturbance in the West Midlands. Victorian England is about to be shocked by the antics of a Great Beast... much to Crowley's embarrassment.

What made Aziraphale blend in was the haggard expression, the dark circles under his eyes, the lines of stress on his face, the cracked skin covering his body, the bloody knuckles, the dirt under his fingernails, and the blisters on his feet. M for war.