Black Sepia - chapter 2
The phone was ringing. Aziraphale blearily lifted his head and looked at the old-fashioned phone on his desk, then let it drop again. It would be Crowley, and he had no idea how to talk to Crowley right now. He was much too drunk to talk to Crowley...
Black Sepia - chapter 6
They went clothes shopping the next day. Pain had left him, but Aziraphale was still molting. The itching wasn't as bad, since he had no more feathers to shed, but the new pinfeathers still pushing up into place itched, and he felt vaguely irritated...
Black Sepia - chapter 5
Two days later there was a knock on the bookshop door, well after hours. Aziraphale was curled up on the couch with a book, one of his old favorites. He didn't have the energy to read anything new just now. Crowley was wrapped around him, all long...
Black Sepia - chapter 9
Aziraphale stared at the stack of paperwork in front of him. He was perched on the edge of his couch, with the papers set on an end table he'd pulled around. This was because Crowley was curled around him like a backrest, and he hadn't wanted to move...
Black Sepia - chapter 7
"I never quite figured you the sort to march in the street, angel," said Crowley. "Me, yes, I've been in any number of revolutions, though I did try to skip the French one," he gave Aziraphale a wink. "But it's not really your thing, is it?" "The...
Black Sepia - chapter 8
They reeled arm in arm out of the festival, laughing. Aziraphale was stuffed to the gills and had gotten his palm read, among other things. Crowley had only tasted bits of the various food on offer, but even he'd gotten enough to make nearly a full...
Black Sepia - chapter 3
"Honestly, angel, I'd say you rather have gluttony under your belt by now." Crowley smiled as he sat beside Aziraphale at yet another interesting little restaurant, where the two were having dinner. "I thought I'd start out easy, since it's only a...
Black Sepia - chapter 4
"Angel? Angel, talk to me." Aziraphale woke to the sound of Crowley's voice and the sensation of burning. The red-hot pokers in his wings had gone, and instead his entire body was on fire. It was a different sort of fire, though; duller, more...
Saving the Spirit! ~ Chapter 1: The Not-So-Accurate Warnings and Vague Predictions from Saffy Tutter, the Amateur Witch
Summary: When Crowley receives an unexpected call from Agnes Nutter reporting that her book of Nice and Accurate Prophecies is missing, he and Aziraphale are reunited after many years, working together on an unexpected yet welcomed trip back into...