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weirdmorefics · 4 months

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Hiya, could you do a Aziraphale x Demon!Reader x Crowley (if that's alright with you) where it's the end of season 2 and the reader is arguing with Aziraphale because he's leaving and Crowley is just standing behind them still trying to comprehend what's happening, but because the reader is a demon they have never cried not once in their life so they start breaking down (ugly crying) and it pisses of Crowley seeing reader cry like that, hope this request is alright can change it it you want to x

A/n- Oh my goodness love this request I am a sucker for angst

AO3, Etsy Shop, Youtube,

TW- Major sadness

Reader's Pronouns- They/Them

Word Count- 978

Nothing Lasts Forever

Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale

Y/n anxiously plays with their hands waiting for Aziraphale to return, "Do you think he's safe with Metatron?"

"I am sure he will be fine. As much as we love to save our dear angel and mock him mercilessly, he's been protecting himself for eons," Crowley replies confidently.

Despite Crowley's confident words his face does not appear to match. He places Y/n's hands in his own and does not speak a word about it.

After sitting in silence for a long time, just the two of them ruminating on their own thoughts, a bell rings. Y/n stands up speedily and Crowley is quick to follow. Y/n moves closer to Aziraphale to check if any harm has been done but he has the widest grin on his face so the pair doubt he is injured.

"What did he want," Y/n asks fearing the answer.

"With Micheal being gone... there is a space. He wants me to be an archangel," Aziraphale beams with shock and joy.

Y/n is frozen in shock and Crowley steps closer, "He said what?"

"He said I could appoint you both to be angels! Come back to heaven and-and everything!" He uncharacteristically stutters due to the pure amount of joy. "Like old times probably even nicer!"

Y/n clenches their fist and gulps loudly even though they don't technically need to as a celestial being it just seemed like the situation desperately called for it.

Crowley went straight to anger, "And you told him where he can stick it? Oh, we're better than that! You're better than that, Angel! You don't need them! Y/n and I certainly don't need them! They ask Y/n and I back to Hell! We said no! I am certainly not going back to their team! Neither should you!"

"You two obviously said not to Hell, they're the bad guys," Aziraphale states surely. "Heaven is the side of truth, light, of good," he lists confused as to what Crowley is not getting.

If I could throw up I think I would. If Hell loves punishment so much you think they would make vomiting a must because it looks really painful when humans do it. Again maybe they wouldn't do that because vomiting is a way of cleansing your stomach and they are very against that.

"When Heaven ends all life on earth all humanity will be just as dead as if Hell did it," Crowley states. "Tell me you said no," Crowley says each word as if it were the end of a sentence.

Aziraphale does not respond and I am finally able to push words out of my mouth, "You did say no Azirapahle... right?"

"If I am in charge I can make a difference," he looks into Y/n's eyes with pity.

Y/n eyes have an unfamiliar feeling, they feel wet and sting.

Crowley starts to pace, "Oh god, oh, I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say. I better say it now. Right okay. We are a team a group of us, we have known each other a long time, we all rely on each other. I would like us to- I mean if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it. Go off with each other, then we three can! Just the three of us! We don't need Heaven we don't need Hell. They are toxic! We need be away from them and just be us," he looks between the two of us.

The unfamiliar feeling in y/n's eyes spreads leaving a trail of wetness down their cheek. The wetness keeps spreading they can feel several different lines of water down my face.

Aziraphale runs up to Crowley, "Come with me to Heaven I'll run it the best and you will be my second in command! We can make a difference!"

Y/n bites her lip harshly, " What about the bookshop? What about humanity? The new food inventions you will miss out on? What about our life here!"

The two look at Y/n oddly and the new feeling in them makes them clench their eyes tight and gasp. Y/n wipes their hand across their face and looks down at the wetness in their hands. The wetness won't stop streaming down my face. This isn't right. I shouldn't be able to cry. I shouldn't feel this deeply. Nevertheless, I can't stop the water in my eyes and can't stop gasping for air that I don't even need.

Aziraphale looks at me in a way he never has before. It's the gaze humans give their offspring when they first realize the world is unfair and unjust.

"Oh Y/n, nothing lasts forever," Aziraphale says regretfully.

Y/n puts their palm to their chest and gasps, "Oh."

Crowley looks at Aziraphale with disgust, "That's how it is... good luck then."

Y/n looks up at Crowley vision blurry with newfound tears and Crowley looks back mournfully. Crowley throws his arm around Y/n's shoulder and starts to escort them out the door.

"Good luck?' Aziraphale gasps. "I don't think you know what I am offering the two of you!"

"I think the two of us know better than you do," Crowley snaps back.

Aziarphale tries to negotiate with Y/n, "Y/n, please you are supposed to be the reasonable one out of the two of you! You are no demon you are crying!"

Crowley's jaw tightens and Y/n clenches their fists harder than they have in their entire long life.

Y/n can barely gasp out, "You hear that?"

Aziraphale shakes his head rapidly, "I hear nothing!"

"Exactly, no nightingales," Y/n gasps again.

"You idiot! We could have been something! Just the three us," Crowley shouts as he leads Y/n out the door leaving a stunned and a little bit broken Aziraphale.

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thedemonknownasbilly · 4 months

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Awesome!

If you're willing, could I request headcanons for Aziraphale x Crowley x gender neutral reader where reader is chubby and insecure about their appearance?

Oh, Darling - HC for Ineffable Husbands with Chubby!Reader

Absolutely! Sorry for the delay, it was around midnight for me when I replied to the first anon, and I was just knocked out right after!

Ineffable Husbands x GN!Reader

Any and all pet names/compliments are meant as GN!

Mentions ED/Skipping meals (that’s more of a personal touch on my end as someone who is a bit curvier than average)

So let’s cover how they treat you separately, since as much as they try to be, they aren’t always attached at the hip.

Crowley

To be honest it took him a minute to even notice, ethereal (occult) beings don’t typically fuss or pay attention to “human flaws”

You guys would have met at the park bench, he was waiting for Aziraphale, and his was the only bench with a spot open.

“Could I sit here?”

“Hm?” He’d look up from his newspaper and will any blush on his cheeks to discorporate “yeah, yeah, he’s running late so I’m sure I’ll be leaving soon.”

You’d start talking to the ducks, and he was a goner, slowly joining in your conversation and just having a grand time with you.

When Aziraphale finally showed up, Crowley left you his number and told you to text him the next time you wanted to talk about anything.

He gushed about you and your knowledge of ducks to Aziraphale, who teased his husband over this crush.

After a good thousand texts, a few hang outs, and Aziraphale’s okay after a lengthy conversation, Crowley asked you out, and ofc you said yes.

He absolutely adores your curves, never seeing them as a flaw.

Won’t stand for any blasphemy you might have to say against it.

He will happily curl himself around you, slender fingers on your hips as he adorns you in kisses.

He notices some days you’ll shy away from his touch, and he never wants you uncomfortable.

But one day you had shied away all day, (he always kept track) he’d even say you were almost flinching from his touch.

This worried him, every situation he conjured in his head was that he had upset you or maybe that you didn’t even love him anymore.

So it certainly made you have to repress a sad giggle when you saw those sad yellow eyes look up at you as he asked, “is there another?”

“Never in a million years, my darling.” And with that he relaxed and sat beside you, noticing how you pressed yourself to the side of the couch.

“Then what’s with this, why won’t you let me touch you..?” He was always big on boundaries and respect, but usually he was given a sort of heads up, not just thrusted into a new rule.

“It’s silly…”

“If it’s important to you, it’s important to me.”

You’d go on to explain everything, how you’d always been the bigger kid, how the curves and rolls of your body often were topics of things your exes hated about you. The bullying, the lack of food, the unaffordable research on surgery even. “But even then, I’m scared you’ll realize I’m not worth the pain that a human comes with if I’m not attractive enough.”

Crowley listened intently, he always would, but he couldn’t deny that he hated what he was hearing. “Let me touch you, please.”

And when you shyly nodded, his hands were on your thighs as he surged forward and pressed his lips to yours.

“I don’t give two fucks about human beauty. You’re perfect for me.” He’d growl out as he moved to kiss down your jaw and neck, pressing his lips to every stretch of skin he could reach. “Think I give a fuck? Really? Ask Aziraphale how much we go to the Ritz, think to every time I’ve asked you. At first I figured it wasn’t your cup of tea. Not that you were treating yourself so downright wrong.”

You couldn’t help to giggle at that, and he looked up at you. “I would really like to go to lunch with you, and if it helps, we can invite the angel.”

Having Aziraphale there did help, he was enjoying his food without a care in the world for any leering eyes, and you did the same, blushing as your boyfriend adored you and his husband.

He was always there, especially now that he knew, always behind you when you stood too long in the mirror, hands on your hips as he’d whisper praises and compliments into your ear, making you repeat a few on the worst days.

Aziraphale

Once again, Aziraphale would hardly count it as the first thing he noticed. He certainly wasn’t the most slender figure himself even by human standards.

You two would meet at Maggie’s Record Shop. He was there to pick up something new and you were browsing for your favorite CDs to be on record.

He was thrilled to see Maggie have a customer and swore than if he had put a heart into his form that it would be pounding out of his chest.

He’d hurry to the Record Shop every time he saw you in the windows, finally after four run-ins, you introduced yourself to him.

You would be the only person regularly allowed into the bookshop.

Crowley had met you numerous times since, and he even encouraged his angel to ask you out. So Aziraphale finally did.

He soon found his favorite spot was to have his head on your lap, your fingers scratching against his scalp as you two would listen to whatever he’d put on the record.

He noticed one day though when you seemed to be fidgeting before he laid down, and it took him a moment to realize you were trying to make yourself look smaller.

“My darling, what are you doing?” He asked carefully, sitting beside you and placing a hand on your thigh.

Something about such a simple question and gesture made you break down, explaining how you wanted to be perfect, that you wished you looked more like Crowley did so that these treacherous thoughts would leave your mind.

Aziraphale was concerned, feeling a twist in his stomach as he carefully pulled you onto his lap, a position you tried to protest, but when he whispered out a “for me, please,” you couldn’t say no.

“My darling, having one of Crowley is more than enough. I’m quite happy to have you as you are, wouldn’t dream of asking you to change in any way.”

He’d listen to every thought you had, giving you all of his attention as his thumbs trace circles on your thighs and hips, and when you were done, he’d counter every argument with his own, explaining gently that he had truly never paid much attention to your own weight, that it was your soul and personality he adored.

“But you are quite gorgeous, I found myself aching to see you everyday before I got to know you. I’d sit right here at my desk, and wait, hoping you’d come back.” He would cup your face as he said that, “I’m not perfect by human standards either, I chose this form, why on earth would I make you change when certainly I could be in a better body for you as well.”

He always watched out for signs of those thoughts creeping back in, but everyday, he’d end it by kissing you everywhere before bed, murmuring praises and compliments against your skin like a prayer.

Ineffable Husbands

You had ventured into the bookshop on a rainy day, noticing a red and black snake perched on a sweater in the warmest spot he could be in.

“Aren’t you adorable?” You’d coo, looking around for anyone to ask before whispering to the snake, “can I pet you?”

At that the snake opened one yellow eye, looked you up and down and nodded, very human like you thought, but you carefully rested a finger against his head, between his eyes, and stroked down his body, watching as the snake seemed perfectly happy with such actions and melted back into the sweater.

Soon the owner emerged from the back, “oh I do apologize, I was fetching some lanterns incase we lost power.” He said, Aziraphale you’d learn his name was, he certainly had a small look of shock on his face when he saw Crowley allowing you to stroke him.

“So,” Aziraphale talked to the snake when you had left hours later, “I take it someone likes them?”

“Me?” Crowley slithered onto the floor and changed forms, “what about you excitedly prattling on and showing them every book of every topic they mentioned. You even let them take one home.”

“They’re bringing it back!” Aziraphale chuckled in an effort of protest.

“Oh, sweet love of mine, I think we both fancy them.” // “Indeed it seems we both do, I hope they spend more time with us soon.”

Months later, you had learned that Crowley was the snake from that day, not being horrified but instead it made you reach up without thinking and gently stroke his hair, if demons could actually melt he was certain he’d be a puddle on the floor of the bookshop, Aziraphale had gone to fetch you a new book, and Crowley trapped you onto the couch, seemingly having no joints as he curled himself around you as best he could; his head on your shoulder.

“Crowley, dear, can’t hog them to yourself now.” And Aziraphale sat beside you, hand on your waist (under Crowley) and a head on your shoulder. “I think it’s fair that we say, well, we like you. The both of us.”

You giggled at the obvious statement and turned to kiss him as his answer, hearing Crowley whine and giving him a kiss right after.

Within the next two months, you had also moved into the flat above the bookshop, which made it easier for your two loves to see just how much you seemed uncomfortable with yourself.

“When’s the last time they ate?” Crowley murmured one day, swearing that he hadn’t seen you eat all day, or the day before.

“A while, I’m worried.” With that, they both searched for you, not expecting to find you curled up under the blankets with tear stains on your cheeks.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” The with sit on the edge of the bed, Aziraphale’s hand stroking your hair and Crowley’s rubbing your back.

“Got in my head…” you’d murmur, striking concern within them as they soon encouraged you to lay in the middle of the bed, Aziraphale to your front and Crowley to your back.

Crowley’s hand never leaving your hips as he pressed kisses to you, “don’t hide from me,” he’d say when he felt you trying to will your body further into the bed. And when Aziraphale finally asked what was wrong, you told them everything from childhood, to today, “I just want to be attractive enough for an angel and a demon, like those other ones are.”

“My dear,” Aziraphale said rather seriously, “you are more than attractive enough, haven’t we shown that?” Crowley still pressing kisses made your mind seem fuzzy with bliss as Aziraphale kissed your lips, seemingly trying to pour every ounce of his adoration into it.

They would spent hours telling you about every part of you they loved, leaving no room for any insecurities, mentally or physically.

“I quite like you at this size, more for me to hold, just like with ‘Ziraphale.”

“And besides, while you may be human, we aren’t, I assure you, Crowley could pick us both up and not break a sweat.”

They’d take turns whenever an insecurity seemed to pop back up on bad days, whichever notice would help you for hours, making sure you never felt less than with them.

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denaliwrites · 5 months

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Out There Making DuckTales

Aziraphale x GN!Reader x Crowley

Catch and Release Prompt: "Vessel"

Summary: You and Aziraphale help Crowley adjust to a new experience.

Soundtrack: DuckTales Theme by Felicia Barton

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Hijinks and such.

"Crowley, I swear to God, if you do not stop squirming --"

"Hgk."

"Crowley!"

Aziraphale watched in some unholy mix of amusement and distress while you and Crowley adjusted to your new -- and hopefully temporary -- situation.

Your guts roiled unnaturally as Crowley shifted. "All these -- new bits -- how do you humans cope?!" his voice came from inside your head, but simultaneously sounded outside of yourself -- no doubt for Aziraphale's benefit. "There's so many pieces. And they're all so --"

"Crowley, please," you begged in a whine.

Immediately, the twitching and shifting inside you stilled. "Sorry, love," his voice whispered in your mind. You were glad this one was just for you -- no echo outside of your head, no admonishing look from Aziraphale meant for the demon harbored in your body.

"How did you get discorporated, anyway?" the angel asked, wringing his hands nervously. "And why are you holed up in our dear friend?"

"I volunteered," you answered easily, as Crowley twitched. You imaged it as his hand, fingers flexing nervously at the other question. "And he, uh. Well."

You mentally nudged the demon.

"Hgk."

"Tell him, Crowley."

"I don't want to," the demon hissed to only you.

You smiled. "I'll tell him if you don't."

There were a few moments of grumbling that, even with it being directly in your mind, you could not even hope to decipher, before the mutterings became a fully formed word, "Ducks."

"I'm sorry?" Aziraphale asked, blinking rapidly. "What did you say?"

"Ducks!" Crowley shouted, and as he metaphorically(?) threw his arms up in defeat, your arms were forced to follow the gesture. You whimpered, but Crowley didn't seem too bothered by it. "I... pissed off the ducks."

"You... you what?"

"I pissed off the ducks!"

"And how did that... how did you get discorporated by ducks?"

"Have you ever met a gaggle of angry waterfowl?!"

Aziraphale was too stunned to speak for several moments. Crowley didn't seem to want to elaborate, so you filled in the silence with:

"He, uh. He tripped. Into a fence. And got Final Destination'd."

"He -- I'm sorry -- what?"

"Impaled. He got impaled."

"Oh, heavens, Crowley."

"It was the bloody ducks, Angel!"

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sardonic-the-writer · 1 year

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𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬

↳ summary: in which crowley has a cold

↳ warnings: none!

↳ song: like real people do—hozier

masterlist!

Spring was a wonderful time of year all over the world. It was when the sun peaked its head out from behind fluffy clouds and let the flowers bloom, washing away any gloom winter might have left behind.

Walkways suddenly became full of pedestrians meandering about in city's and small towns alike. Large puffy parkas were shed in favor of light jackets and shorts.

Shops were suddenly bustling with all sorts of people out and about, taking advantage of the beautiful weather to buy a coffee or new pair of pants.

But in Soho, London, one shop seemed to be an outlier.

If any of the passing foot traffic had taken a moment to peak into the glassy windows of said shop, an elegant sign reading Fell & Co hanging over their heads, they would have had the pleasure of seeing three very different people all talking to each other idly.

Even if the conversation was anything but.

"Really Aziraphale, you think he'd be a bit less chatty when sick. Peace and quite for once an all that."

A light gasp sounded from your left, prompting you to look at the angel next to you.

"That is not nice!" Aziraphale said your name full of disappointment, prompting an apologetic smile to spread across your lips.

"Sorry, mate. But I'm not wrong, am I?" You said while continuing to help him shelf books.

"Bite me." A lump of blankets behind you growled in response, a head of red hair poking out of one end.

"No, thank you, Crowley. I'll catch your cold."

It was supposed to have been a normal day. You had called and asked Aziraphale if this afternoon was a good day to pop in for a visit, only to be met with the sort of panic that could only be described as fretting.

Apparently, Crowley has never taken too well to the springtime. Who knew a demon could have allergies?

Each time he or Aziraphale attempted to miracle away the cold, it would just pop back up a few seconds later. It was as if someone had cursed him with a mild inconvenience. You wouldn't be too surprised if that was the case, actually. I mean, this is Crowley you're talking about. He's not exactly the best at making friends—even if he did manage to snag you somehow.

By the time you had arrived at the bookstore, swinging open the door as the closed signed clattered against it loudly, they had given up on any thought of magical remedies.

So here you were. Hovering over the sick demon with a concerned look. Er, well, Aziraphale was. You had opted for more of a quirked eyebrow, not willing to show how worried you were just yet. Lord, er Satan, or whoever the fuck knows Crowley wouldn't let you live that down.

"If anything Crowley—" You paused for a moment to flip the book you had been holding upside down into its rightful place before handing it off to Aziraphale, "—I'd say this is karma from all those times you yell at your plants."

"To hell with my damn plants!" He sniffled, sun glasses no longer on his face as he glared at your back.

Before you could get a word in edgewise, a sneeze sounded out from the couch. Without even looking, your knee-jerk reaction kicked in.

"God bless you."

You got two very different reactions out of that.

Aziraphale practically beamed at your words, and Crowley hissed as if physically hit, curling in on himself. It wasn't until you stopped to consider what you had just said that you realized your blunder.

"Sorry." You cringed. "Forgot about the demon stuff."

"Forgot? Remind me, angel, why do we even keep them around." Crowley spat, pulling yet another blanket onto his ever growing pile. You risked a glance back at him only to be met with slitted eyes. You simply let out a nervous laugh before scooting to a different bookshelf farther away from him. Better safe than sorry when it came to your demon friend.

"Because we like them, remember? They complimented my vest and your Bently, and then you asked if we could keep them." The angel responded. If he noticed how you choked on air at that last bit, he didn't choose to say anything.

"He said what now?" You coughed harshly at the same time Crowley groaned.

"Yeah yeah. A mistake in the heat of the moment." Was all he said before retreating further into the blanket burrito he had concocted. Somewhere in there was a quilt you were sure Aziraphale had knitted for him centuries ago, but you chose not to point out the tiny detail, instead filing that information away for later as a hidden smile played at your lips.

"As much fun socializing with you two is, I must admit you need to get some rest, Crowley. If we are to fix this problem without a miracle, the human way will have to do." Aziraphale turned to face his companion after you helped file the last pile of books away. You were quick to follow his actions.

Crowley opened his mouth as if to retort, but his eyes flickered from your face and Aziraphales for just a moment. With that he muttered something under his breath and turned over grumpily.

"Just—bugger off." His words were muffled by a dense pillow currently being smooshed to his face. You couldn't tell if it was that or something else, but his voice didn't sound as venomous as it normally did when talking to you.

"Alrighty then!" Aziraphale clapped his hands with a smile, none the wiser. "Ring if you need us, won't you?"

With that, he began to politely exit in the direction of the back of the store. Probably to go read a new series he just got in or re-read another.

You shuffled off behind the angel—only pausing at the entrance to the backroom after taking one more look back at Crowley.

Without saying a word, you took your phone out and set the volume just high enough to be heard. Setting it down on a nearby surface, you pressed play before quickly tip toeing out the room. As if that would stop the fallen angel from figuring out who left it there.

You slipped away just in time to miss Freddy Mercury's voice start-up. As well as the way Crowley smiled in spite of himself, starting to feel a little better already.

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owen-writes · 3 months

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Dysphoria Blues

Ineffable Husbands x Gender Neutral Reader

No pronouns but the reader is implied as transgender

You were feeling a bit off today, the weight of dysphoria settling on your shoulders like a heavy cloak. Sensing your mood, Aziraphale and Crowley decided to take matters into their own celestial hands.

Aziraphale, ever the caring one, ushered you to the living room, adorned with soft cushions and warm lighting. "My dear, I can't bear to see you like this," he said with genuine concern. "Crowley and I have devised a plan to lift your spirits."

Crowley, leaning against the doorframe with a sly grin, added, "Yeah, angel and demon dream team at your service."

They gently guided you to the couch, Crowley's touch reassuringly warm against your skin. Once settled, Aziraphale fetched a weighted blanket, draping it over you like a comforting embrace. Crowley, with his characteristic swagger, took his place beside you.

Aziraphale's soothing voice filled the room as he began reading aloud from your favorite book. "Darling, we thought this might distract you a bit," he said, his eyes sparkling with kindness.

Crowley, with his characteristic wit, chimed in, "And if it doesn't, blame the angel. I'm just here for moral support."

You couldn't help but crack a small smile at their banter. Aziraphale continued reading, his voice like a balm to your troubled soul. Meanwhile, Crowley, draped in an air of nonchalant confidence, had his arm around you, fingers tracing absent patterns on your shoulder.

"Angel," you murmured, your head nestled comfortably in Aziraphale's lap, "thank you for this. It really helps."

He looked down at you, his expression softening. "Anything for you, my dear. We only want to see you happy."

Crowley, playing his part, smirked and whispered, "Yeah, don't go thinking we're turning soft or anything."

As Aziraphale continued reading, Crowley's fingers found yours, intertwining in a subtle display of solidarity. "You know," Crowley said, his voice lower now, "you're not alone in this. We're here for you."

You nodded, feeling a warmth spreading through you—a warmth that had nothing to do with the weighted blanket. Despite Crowley's tough exterior, there was a genuine concern in his eyes, and you couldn't help but appreciate the effort they both put into making you feel better.

Hours passed in the cozy embrace of the weighted blanket, Aziraphale's voice becoming a lullaby, and Crowley's presence a steady anchor. As the story unfolded, so did a sense of calm within you.

In that shared space between an angel and a demon, you found solace—a reminder that love and care transcend celestial boundaries. And as the words of your favorite book wove a tapestry of comfort around you, you couldn't help but be grateful for the extraordinary beings who had chosen to share their ordinary, heartwarming moments with you.

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notinusesworld · 6 months

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Hello! Is it okay if you write a Crowley x f!reader x Aziraphale where the reader has long hair that Crowley and Azi love to play with so they decide to go outside and create strong gusts of wind to play with the reader’s hair?

I love your work btw 😇 love from Scotland

a/n: thank you so much! i wasn’t entirely sure how to work in the wind thing into the story sorry, so at the end i did some bonus head cannons based on the general idea of them loving your hair. i hope you enjoy it ^^

“Blistering heat” Poly Aziraphale x human f!reader x Crowley

synopsis: during a particularly hot summer, you decide to go to aziraphale’s bookshop to keep cool, + bonus head cannons at the end, established relationship

warnings: assumed to have straight-wavy hair in the story, sorry to the 3A+ girlies, the head cannons have more variety though. also the head cannons may be mildly suggestive because having a bath together is mentioned

a/n: 40°C is 104°F, i don’t know fahrenheit so i relied on google for that

requests are open and encouraged!

It was a relatively normal day in July. Well, not for the people in London. The year was 2022, on a Tuesday if you must know. It’s one of the hottest days on record, raising above 40 degrees celsius. This may not be that terrible for the rest of the world, but for the people of Britain, hell might as well have opened up. Because it pretty much did, some demon surely trigged this heatwave. But Crowley wasn’t quite sure who.

Speaking of the demon, he finds himself in Aziraphale’s book shop this particular afternoon; completely unbothered by what’s going on around him. The angel didn’t really seem to care either. Both wearing their usual attire reading whatever book they decided to pick up that day. You however, couldn’t stand the heat. You knew that Aziraphale blessed the bookshop to be the perfect temperature for whoever went in it, so you decide to brave the walk there after wasting away in your non-air-conditioned apartment. You cursed whoever decided to not make them common in the UK; not knowing that it was Crowley’s idea.

After closing the door behind you, you felt an verwhelming relief. The room immediately cooled your body as you dramatically walked to the boyfriend’s and collapsed onto the settee next to Aziraphale’s desk. You didn’t say anything to either of them and just laid there, face implanted in the soft red pillow.

“You alright darling?” The demon broke the silence. You only murmured incoherently against the pillow, probably saying something along the lines of “what does it look like”, before rolling over to the side to look at Aziraphale sitting on his desk. “You hair looks… uh, lovely!” Aziraphale smiles rather awkwardly. It in fact, didn’t look lovely. You haphazardly threw it in a bobble on your way there to prevent it from acting like a blanket. “Thanks, I decided I’d rather not die of heatstroke.” You replied sarcastically, sitting up.

Crowley got up and took the seat next to you, “May I?” He asked. You nod and he miracles the hair tie onto his wrist, making your long hair fall down your back. You still haven’t gotten used to them doing things like this. He brushes his fingers through it before plaiting it, placing a kiss on the top of your head after finishing. “It looks stunning but that’s not going to help much Crowley,” Aziraphale stands up and leans over Crowley, wrapping your hair in a bun and securing it with some clips. “All better!”

Crowley gives Aziraphale a dirty look, he notices this and holds the demons face giving him a kiss on the forehead. “Come now, there’s no need to be like that dear. There will be plenty more opportunities for you to do up her hair I’m sure.” He adds on, Crowley just scoffs and wraps his arms around you, leaning his head on your shoulder as he watched the angel sit back down at his desk.

He turns his attention back into you. “How would you like to braid my hair this time princess?” As you turn back to look at him, his hair is already below his shoulders. You smile, happily taking his hair in your hands.

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- They both absolutely adore your hair. They will take any chance they get to hold it, style it and/or brush it

- Aziraphale likes to lay you on his chest and just mess with it between his fingers

- Something you and Crowley have done together quite a few times now is have a bath together, he likes to help you wash your hair

- A few times one of them have made it purposefully windy when they’re out so they have an excuse to fuzz over and “fix” your hair

- Crowley adores humans and so he also love’s different cultures and customs, if you have kinky hair he likes to try out loads of different kind of braid styles on it, every so often on your days often he’ll come to your apartment with extensions, his favourite are micro braids, despite how long it takes

- Same goes if you have straight to wavy hair, he likes to try out different traditional European braid styles, his personal favourite is the Dutch braid

- On the other hand, Aziraphale likes to buy accessories for your hair, headbands, beads, clips, bows. If he’s out and sees something he likes he’ll always gift them to you, Crowley makes sure to incorporate them when he’s doing your hair

- A couple of times at your request they’ve miracled your hair to be different lengths/styles temporary for you to see what they’re like, it’s great being able to see before making any sudden decisions

- Crowley have also miracled your hair to look wacky at night so you have a little fright in the mornings, he never keeps it like it for long though

- Both of them are always carrying around at least one bobble with them at all times for you

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moonlightshaiku · 8 months

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Kissing Aziraphale

At first, there's barely any kissing. He's nervous, shy, easily flustered. Nothing too long or handsy. He's a perfect gentleman, thank you!

Once he gets in a routine, and gets more confident, he'll get quite touchy (though he won't admit it). He likes to peck his partner's lips or cheeks even when simply leaving the room, and he gives them big, watery doe eyes when they leave the bookshop. They're always full of love, though, those looks. So much adoration.

When his partner is gone for a long time is really when he likes to kiss. He'd said, only once, that his partner truly made him realize the passage of time.

He pouts, ever so slightly. It doesnt look childish, it just looks like Aziraphale. Big eyes and furrowed brows as he takes you in. He steps forward, and it starts some kind of wave of emotion in him.

He hurries forward, face scrunching and eyes watering. He takes you in his arms, warm and soft, thick fabric folding under the pressure of the hug. He smells like warmth and ink, cracked book spines and tea.

He pulls back to grasp your face in his hands. They're large, plush, and smooth. He presses his lips to yours, and moves one hand to rub your back. His lips are smooth and dry, never chapped. You can feel the wet, cooling tears on his cheeks, and it brings a lump to your throat.

"I missed you, dear." He finally says, pulling you to him again.

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jophiel-extras · 8 months

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Hi hello! I would love an Aziraphale x reader first time kissing fic

Thanks a lot!❤️

summary :: after spotting Adam and Eve in the garden with their romances, you decide to bug Aziraphale on the details

warning :: none, fluff!!

note :: takes place somewhere during the start of Eden. Loooveee angel reader fics

From the Heavens, you watched over God’s new creation with an intrigued delight. For some time, you’d been observing the “humans,” (if you remembered correctly) and their marital love.

God had called them wife and husband, Adam and Eve. You adored their interactions, practically feeling the love they shared between themselves. It filled you with glee and possibly, a bit of envy. The envy being something you suppressed to no end.

When you weren’t observing from the Heavens, you were observing from the Eastern gate, alongside your companion Aziraphale who loved your visits, though often wondered if they were permitted.

Hours you’d sit in comfortable silence, watching the two humans live in blissful harmony.

Hugging was something you saw often, both in heaven and on earth. Angels were no strangers to affection, neither were you and Aziraphale who often shared warm hugs filled with ethereal love. So the sight of it from the humans never crossed your mind as ‘new’ or ‘innovative’.

“Aziraphale, do you think God will make any more?” You asked, seated over the ledge into Eden.

“No, no, remember? This is a breeding pair.” He explained.

“Oh. Right,” You pondered it for a moment, then asked; “what does breeding mean?”

Aziraphale thought on it for a minute. “I’m not quite sure.”

Kicking your hanging legs back and forth, your eyes laid perfectly on the couple embracing in the garden. Only, this time it were their lips that embraced. You had gasped, fluttering to your feet and pulling at Aziraphale’s robes.

“Look! Look what they’re doing now!” You pointed.

“Oh yes, well, that’s new.” Aziraphale muttered.

Flittering for a minute, you inspected the love they shared in this new embrace of the lips. You watched as they melted into one another, eyes closed to focus purely on the touch of the other. The way they bonded from it, love renewed with a new form of affection. Excited from the prospect, you blurted;

“Aziraphale, we should give it a go.”

“Pardon?”

“Let’s do what they’re doing, with their mouths.” You pointed eagerly to the pair, who’s lips still latched onto one another. Aziraphale’s eyes darted between the pair, yourself and occasionally your lips.

“But- but why would we do that?” He asked.

“Why not?” Your logic was solid, Aziraphale couldn’t argue with that.

“Uhm,” a few more hasty looks and Aziraphale caved to your excited plea, “well I suppose we could give it a go.”

You’d given Adam and Eve one more quick look for reference before placing your lips onto Aziraphale’s (who seemed to be bracing for the impact) gently. Aziraphale then learned how sweet an Angel’s kiss could be.

The tight bracing became soft, and suddenly Aziraphale was acutely aware of butterflies that flew within his stomach, the tingle that zapped his hands and feet and most notably, the hot swelling that turned his cheeks red.

Your lips were gone all too soon before Aziraphale could pick up anymore effects he had felt. The new feeling soon fizzled as your lips left him, but the bashfulness stayed.

For once, Aziraphale felt deaf on words. He couldn’t think of anything to say.

“I liked that, what did you think?” You asked.

“Good, yes, jolly good.” Aziraphale said, awkwardly tittering over his words.

“Let’s try again. Longer this time.”

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doctorcrowleywho · 1 year

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Hello! If you're currently taking requests, would you mind doing an Aziraphale x female angel reader fic with them half jokingly singing the song Sixteen Going On Seventeen from the Sound of Music to each other?

THIS MAY OR MAY NOT BE BAD OR GOOD! MY HOPE IS GOOD!

The Apprentice

Word count - 1642

Warnings - tons of fluff and the sound of music

Pairing(s) - Aziraphale x gn! reader

Summary - You and Azirapjale torture Crowley with a Sound of Music duet

In the grand scheme of things, you were a relatively new angel, even though you hated that stereotype. In your eyes, you were just as responsible and ready for a real mission as any other angel. Gabriel always viewed you as the weakest link, even though you did try your very best at things. It never seemed to be good enough, but that was Gabriel for you- the angel with the most unrealistic expectations.

For centuries you begged for a mission on earth, wanting desperately to help on the front lines. There was only one angel on earth that has stayed on earth since the beginning, so that job was spoken for. However, once Aziraphale heard there was an angel that wanted to be on Earth as much as he did he was the first to hatch a plan to get you down there.

Which was about the nicest thing any angel has ever done for you, and he didn’t even know you. Wasn’t that what an angel was supposed to be like? Not whatever you dealt with every day in the sanitary office space that was heaven. Love was messy, unpredictable, and found in all of the most unexpected places.

“Well,” Gabriel clapped making you jump slightly at your desk. You were currently deep in paperwork, which you never understood why heaven had paperwork. “,it looks like Aziraphale is looking for an apprentice, and for whatever reason, he’s chosen you.”

At this, your eyes lit up as you jumped up from your seat which made Gabriel jump back slightly. “Really!” you practically squealed doing a quick little happy dance. He hated it when angels showed too much emotion, that's why he was personally happy you were going down to help Aziraphale. Perhaps he’d keep you in line somehow.

“Unfortunately, yes.” he sighed fidgeting with his hands as he walked away from you “, he expects you immediately by the way,” he called back making your heart beat fast in your chest.

Squeezing your eyes tight you couldn’t help but let out a short happy squeal. This could very well be the start of your forever, and you were ecstatic.

—-

Aziraphale was ecstatic to have another angel like him around. Yes, Crowley was a wonderful partner- or uh enemy, who he regularly enjoyed to the company of. But, perhaps this new angel would like the same things he did. Maybe he could take them to all his favorite bookshops, record stores, and even restaurants. Oh, he couldn’t wait to show them the wonders of food.

He was tidying up the shop to make your coming to earth extra special. Nothing partially fancy, just putting books in the right places. Which, to his surprise none of them were even close.

“I don’t understand why we need another angel around, one is plenty,” Crowley mumbled under his breath taking a swig of whatever Aziraphale had that was drinkable around. Thankfully, it was just whisky this time.

With a huff Aziraphale turned to Crowley and placed his hands on his hips “You know maybe you’d benefit from another angel in your life. Could turn that from upside do-” he was starting to tease but was interrupted by four knocks.

“This should be fun,” Crowley muttered one last time making his angel roll his eyes as Aziraphale went to answer the door. For whatever reason, he felt like his heart skipped a few beats.

As he answered the door he couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lips as his eyes fell upon you and your radiant essence. Of course, he knew you were an angel, but the light that seemed to shine from you was unlike no other that he was used to. It took him a moment to come to as he shook his head to clear his mind.

“H-hello,” you began practically sounding like one of those door-to-door sellers “,I am a regular old human wondering if I could come in to look at your paper stacks with words on them-”

“Books.” he reminded you beaming at you like a proud teacher.

“Books! Yes, I’d love to come in and look at your books please!” you smiled nodding your head suddenly feeling very proud of yourself as well.

A soft chuckle fell out of his lips as he shook his head in utter disbelief, he won the lottery with you he was sure of it. “Please come in dear! I’d love to show you my newest collection.” he mused opening the door for you.

A soft gasp fell from your lips this time as you stepped into his bookshop. It was just as amazing as you’d imagined, and you had lots of time to imagine how different things on earth would look like at your boring office job. The air smelled like fresh pine with a mixture of dust that could spur flashbacks from any great point in history. The soft lights almost created a feeling of soft warmth. It felt like you were finally coming home for the first time.

You couldn’t help but venture further into the bookshop until you stumbled into his backroom. Which was where you saw him, the wily serpent Crowley. Upon seeing you he tried to put on the typical demon act that he always did. But, that was hard when he was already three bottles of whiskey down. He did his usual sly demon smirk and realized he didn’t have his glasses on. His golden eyes went wide as he lazily searched for them.

“Well hello there angel.” he chuckled darkly (or he tried to) as he watched you shiver just a bit at his presence.

However, you relaxed almost immediately feeling Aziraphales's well-manicured hand on your shoulder. He glared over at Crowley like the cutest attack dog ever. “Really my dear is that necessary?” he huffed making Crowley hiss ever so softly.

“Ssssorry twas forgetting myself.” Crowley sighed flinging his glasses off as he pursed his lips together.

“Dear this is just Crowley, don’t worry about him he’s about as scary as a garden snake,” Aziraphale teased making Crowley scrunch his face up in return “, anyways how about you sit down as I find some music to put on.” he hummed gesturing to a chair right next to the love seat Crowley was spread out on.

But, that’s when you saw it and you couldn’t help but squeal excitedly when you did. It was about the only other thing you knew about the earth, and you were frankly very proud of it. Quickly, you picked it up and handed it to the other angel. “Can we listen to this!” you asked eyes wide.

“The Sound of Music?” Aziraphale read the title out loud which earned the loudest groan Crowley could muster.

“THE SOUND OF MUSIC? I am not drunk enough for this!” He picked up another bottle and began to work on the cap as you nodded hurriedly.

“Please,” you begged sticking out your bottom lip and Aziraphale felt his knees go weak “,I love the sound of music, it’s all they let us listen to in heaven!” you giggled making Aziraphle chuckle to himself.

“Oh trust me darling I know,” he winked over at you having no choice but to put it on. Snapping his fingers he set it to play a song he felt was very fitting for the moment.

“You wait, little one, on an empty stage

For fate to turn the light on

Your life, little one, is an empty page

That men will want to write on.” he sang along offering you his hand which you took immediately.

“Tooooooooo write on” you sang through a series of broken giggles. This was better then you could of ever expected. If this was how being on earth was going to be then you never wanted to leave. As long as Aziraphle was there you felt right at home.

“Oh no they’re singing…. discorporate me now.” Crowley hissed from the couch covering his face with his hands.

“You need someone older and wiser

Telling you what to do

I am seventeen going on eighteen

I´ll take care of you” Aziraphale continued paying no mind to the grumpy demon on the couch. He only had eyes for you anyway, and he was going to protect his little spark of light with everything he could.

Your eyes seemed to sparkle as he twirled you around his backroom. To you, he held the entire world in his hands, and you were the luckiest angel alive to have him show it to you. If you had your halo on you swore it’d be brighter than any kind of sun in the galaxy.

“I am sixteen going on seventeen

I know that I´m naive

Fellows I meet may tell me I´m sweet

And willingly I believe” with that lyric you kissed him on the cheek making him turn the brightest shade of red you have ever seen. But, you couldn’t help it you were so full of love that it had to be shown somehow.

“I need someone older and wiser

Telling me what to do

You are seventeen going on eighteen

I´ll depend on you” as you sang the last line he took a deep breath before kissing you on the nose, which even made Crowley perk up. That was fast, especially for the angel's standards. He had no idea how heaven managed to send a perfect fit this easily.

Now it was your turn to go bright red. You had no idea that he was going to reciprocate. However, he gave you no time to react as he scurried out of the back room going to check on the kettle. Leaving you to touch your nose like a crazy person with Crowley sitting there wide eyed.

“He never put on tea.” the demon muttered raising an eyebrow.

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buryustogether · 8 months

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in the lap of the gods

aziraphale x f!reader x crowley

summary: it’s 1941, and aziraphale is about to perform on the west end stage. he needs an assistant, of course, but you can’t stand the outfit you’re required to wear. your angel and your demon show you just how much they love it.

word count: 3k

warnings/tags: smut and fluff, reader wears a slutty outfit, threesome, thigh riding, semi-public sex, body worship, crowley’s a horny bitch, war violence, bombs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of guns

“I really don’t see why this get-up has got to be so… revealing,” you said. “I look like a harlot.”

“Well,” came a voice from behind the thin paper of the changing screen, “I suppose it’s to entice the strapping young soldiers out there. They do seem to enjoy a bit of… should I say… adultery?”

There came a second voice from further in the room, coiled and slick like a serpent. “Or,” he drawled, “it’s for easy access.”

“Crowley,” chided the first voice, disdain dripping from his tongue.

You gave a silent huff as you adjusted the skimpy little outfit the manager of the West End theater had given you, tugging at the thin material that barely covered your breasts and the thin strap that snaked between your legs. It was a glittery, near-elastic piece of pazazz that was sure to earn you more than a few glances and whistles this evening… something you promised you wouldn’t let get to you. If not for your reputation, for the pair of men on the other side of the changing screen that encased you like a butterfly trapped in a jar.

If you inhaled deep enough, you were still able to smell the smoke that clung to Aziraphale and Crowley’s suits, permeating the air and poisoning their natural musks that you so loved to inhale. You had spent the better part of the evening, as you followed them through London streets and around a magic shop, picking pieces of rubble and dusting traces of the explosion from their backs and shoulders. The bomb had shaken you to your core despite being miles away when it had happened, tucked away safely in the passenger seat of the Bentley.

“Crowley,” you had said as your demon had parked his car between the shadows of two tall, sturdy buildings that still stood against the smoke and destruction of the bombs. “What are we doing here? There’s still planes overhead.”

“Just sit tight for a minute, love,” he’d replied before climbing from the Bentley. “It seems our angel’s got himself in a heap of mess.”

The explosion had rocked the ancient church in the distance like a match igniting a stick of dynamite; fast, and hot, and loud. You waited so long you considered getting out and running to search the site for your lovers before they had come strolling around the corner through the dark, dusting themselves off and murmuring quietly beneath their breaths.

“Aziraphale,” you had said when you climbed from the car to greet them. “What on earth have you done?”

“Good evening to you, as well, my darling,” he had said, then lifted your hand and placed a loving kiss upon your knuckles. “Just got myself a bit caught up. Nothing to worry your head over.”

Crowley had harrumphed slightly as he dropped himself into the driver’s seat once more. “Get in, you two. I’ve got an appointment to keep.”

An appointment had led to forty broken bottles of whiskey. Forty broken bottles of whiskey had led to Aziraphale becoming a magician, and that had led to buying a very real rifle with very real bullets. And the rifle, and the bullets, and the broken bottles of whiskey, and everything else had led to you finding yourself here behind this changing screen, examining the costume of a magician’s assistant who, really, was only there to look pretty and smile when the light panned over her.

Crowley had told you it would be a bit of fun, was all. Aziraphale had assured you no real harm would be done.

Had you not loved them both more than you needed air to breathe, you might have considered saying no, begging your angel to not get up on that stage, dropping to your knees and begging your demon to miracle up a few more bottles of liquor to make up for the whole thing.

But, oh… you loved them far too much.

“Are you about settled, my darling?” came Aziraphale’s voice from deeper in the cramped little dressing room. “It’s ten ‘til, and I would rather not further anger the madame of the theater any more than necessary.”

“She’s a loony old bat,” came Crowley’s quip. “A few minutes won’t hurt her.”

You took one last look down at yourself - at the feathered headband in your grip; the exposed tops of your legs and the plump ‘V’ of your upper thighs that led to their apex just covered by the elastic; the heels that glittered in the dim light; the curves of your breasts, just barely held in place by the haltered neckline of the costume. You looked ridiculous.

With a long, deep breath you felt in your sternum, you placed a hand on the edge of the changing screen. “Don’t you boys poke your fun at me,” you warned them. “I know how I look, I don’t need you both reminding me.”

You pulled back the screen and stepped out, avoiding their eyes as you fiddled with the headband. You expected Crowley to bark out bouts of laughter, for Aziraphale to politely cover his mouth and look away to hide the rosiness of his cheeks as he held back a few giggles. But there came none of that. Instead, you were only met with silence. Hesitantly, you glanced up to meet their gazes.

Crowley and Aziraphale, for once in their eternal lives, looked rather lost for words. You didn’t take too many moments to soak in the way the demon tilted down his shades so he could peer those yellow eyes over the rims, nor how the angel’s back had gone stiff and he clutched his magician’s hat to his chest so tightly his knuckles paled. Instead of entertaining their amusement, you scoffed and clicked over to the vanity illuminated with golden bulbs; funny. Almost all the Watson bulbs had been grinded down for the war efforts. You supposed the West End had a bit of advantage in their supply when it came to things like glass and elastic.

“Yes, yes, gape all you want,” you snipped as you leaned forward to examine your reflection in the mirror; Christ almighty, you looked like a common slut. “Neither of you know how humiliating this is.”

At once, your angel jumped into action. “No, dearest,” he said as he came to stand beside you at the vanity, gently discarding his hat on the countertop. “We’re not poking fun at you, not in the slightest. We’re… well, you simply look…”

You eyed him from the corner of your vision.

“Incredibly doable,” came Crowley’s pitch from where he’d spread himself across the old couch tucked against the wall.

Aziraphale sent him a rather stern glance as you felt your chest drop slightly into your belly. You fixed your reflection with another stare. You looked like a prostitute, all your private planes and surfaces on display for everyone who even glanced in your direction. There was hardly a chance they enjoyed seeing their girl pimped up like this; was there?

“What he’s attempting to say,” said your angel as he reached out a soft, well-manicured hand and rested it respectfully on the middle of your back, “is, well… you do look rather ravishing, is all.”

“Oh, stop it, the both of you. You’re being mean.” Shouldering off his touch, you reached for a bit of the lipstick resting against the vanity and tried to stop your hands from trembling as you pulled off the cap and screwed it up. In all honesty, it still flustered you a bit when they showered you in affection; which they did often. How was it possible that an angel and a demon, in love themselves, who had seen the beginning of the earth and all the beautiful men and women in it, had fallen for you, a mortal, a little bit of soul within this planet full of it?

It didn’t quite make sense to you, but in the moments like these, when you felt yourself growing weak against their words, you cast the thought aside and let sense run rampant.

“After all this time, and you still don’t believe us when we say something nice?” clicked Crowley, reaching up to take the brim of his hat and rest it on the arm of the couch. He tilted his head at you in the reflection of the mirror, his gaze just out of sight behind his shades. “Come here.”

You looked to Aziraphale before blinking a few times, smearing your third layer of lipstick across your mouth. “The show will start soon,” you heard yourself say hesitantly. “I have to go out and announce him to the audience before…”

“Come here.”

Your demon’s sudden drop in tone sent a pang of both anxiety and arousal racing through you like fire dancing along your veins. You set down the tube of lipstick, hearing it clatter slightly from the shaking of your hand, and twisted around on your ridiculous heels to face him. He sat there on the couch, legs spread like he owned the world and arms stretched across the back of the seats like he was waiting for his two favorite people to arrive at his sides. He waited chin held high, finger tapping impatiently on the back. Aziraphale said nothing as you trailed from his side and approached the demon; when he spoke like this, it affected the both of you in the same way.

Crowley adjusted his legs when you came to him, allowing you to tentatively straddle his thighs until your hips were flush against his. A look back in the mirror told you your ass was hanging out of your skimpy little get-up, the leotard-like shape doing nothing to protect your modesty. Aziraphale seemed to be enjoying it quite nicely. You felt long, slender fingers touch your chin and guide your vision back to your demon. With his other hand, he reached up and pulled off his shades so that he could meet your gaze, yellow, slitted eyes boring into yours.

“You really ought to start taking our word for things, love,” Crowley said, and you shivered when his voice retained its deep baritone that only saw the light when there were two things at hand; imminent danger, and the promise of depravity. “‘Cause when we say you look good…” He leaned forward until his thin lips were level with the shell of your ear, his breath fanning across your skin. “We bloody well mean it.”

His hips shallowly bucked up into yours then and the rough material of his trousers rubbed at your clit perfectly through the thin elastic of your costume. You were unable to keep a soft, breathy murmur from escaping your lips at the sudden jolt of feeling, your hands flying up to balance yourself on his broad shoulders.

Behind you, you heard Aziraphale take in a small breath at the sight. He nervously shuffled his weight on his feet, glancing to the door that led to the stage. “Crowley,” he said in what should have been a warning, but it was far too soft to be taken seriously. “Now is… now is certainly not a good time for this.”

Crowley pulled another sound from you, this time a moan, when he held your hips in place and bucked again. “Well, it’s like I said,” he replied, tilting his head so he could look up at you as your hair fell into your face and your eyes began to roll back. “A few minutes won’t hurt them.” The corners of his mouth twitched upwards. “Besides, our girl’s nervous. Come and lend a hand, calm her a bit. You know how she likes it.”

You felt your face flush with heat from embarrassment, but you were slowly losing your will to care as Crowley leaned down to attach his lips to the base of your throat. His forked tongue laved across your skin like he was trying to memorize your taste, teeth nipping and fingers tightening around your waist. You were hardly able to notice when a second weight dipped the couch beside him, and your demon patted your thigh to get you to move. You knew just what to do; you always did. Feeling yourself beginning to grow slick between your legs, most assuredly ruining the gusset of this ridiculous outfit, you swung your legs over to kneel across both Crowley and Aziraphale’s thighs, which were pressed together where they sat so close not an inch of light could have separated them.

Aziraphale’s warm hand reached out to gently cup your chin, his thumb brushing lovingly across your jaw. “Forgive our earlier stutter, my darling,” he said, then leaned forward to press his plump lips to the point where your clavicle dipped. “I assume by now you know the effect you have on us.” He kissed you again, this time upon your bare shoulder. “Especially when you present yourself in such an outfit.”

Just a sigh escaped your lips, Crowley’s finger ran along your side, pulling a short yip from your throat that he quickly swallowed by fitting his mouth over yours. From there, they moved like they shared one mind, like they knew you inside and out because, really, they did.

The couch creaked quietly as Crowley dragged your barely-clothed cunt over their thighs, earning them a drawn-out moan like a symphony to their ears, and Aziraphale’s grip came up to hold the back of your neck steady as he pressed kiss after kiss to anywhere he could reach; your throat; your chest; your shoulder; your arm. They moved you about like their own little doll, so familiar and fine tuned with your reactions they knew they would happen before they did. Sparks erupted like flint on stone within the pit of your belly when, eventually, Crowley pulled you forward at a slightly new angle and your clit caught wonderfully upon a hitch in Aziraphale’s trousers. You tilted your head back and released a long moan, barely able to keep yourself up when you were suddenly worked to hit that spot over and over again.

“Ah…!” you mewled as Aziraphale nipped ever so softly at the exposed skin of your shoulder. Your arms trembled as you struggled to keep your hold on their shoulders. “Oh, right there, boys, right there. Keep going, please don’t stop…!”

Crowley’s lips tilted up into a crooked smirk, slitted eyes drinking you in like a forbidden liquor he’d been dying for since he first heard of it. “I hardly think you need to go out there at all, angel,” he said to Aziraphale beside him. “We’ve got our own show right here.”

You worked your hips along with Crowley’s push and pull, offering more and more of your skin to your angel for him to mark and lavish, feeling yourself approach that cliff they so loved to drag you off again and again. You never feared the fall; you knew they would always be waiting to catch you before you hit the bottom.

Small, whimpered noises escaped your throat as you chased your released upon their thighs, your clit rubbing and catching perfectly against their trousers like this was exactly what they were made for. Lips were showering your skin with love and affection. Hands were anchored securely to your waist. You were held so intensely, so beautifully, that it only took a few words from the tip of Crowley’s tongue to send you reeling toward your end.

“Come on and sin for us, love.”

Your orgasm came hard and fast, racking your body with trembles and twitches you couldn’t control, with bursts of color in your vision like fireworks, like guns firing off beside your ears with smoke that would blind you for days. You felt your release stain the fabric of their pants, and it was the last thing you really minded before all but collapsing against the pair. Hands, arms, mouths caught you securely, rubbing along your back, holding you tight, gently kissing along your face. You felt them pull away for just a moment to meet each other for a deep, passionate kiss before returning to smothering you with adoration.

It was an idyllic few seconds, the quiet that came after an explosion of a moment such as that, before there came a sharp, rattling knock against the dressing room door. “Pick up the pace, Mister Fell,” came the voice of the madame of the theater. “We’ve got an audience waiting, and the war’s not getting any better these days!”

You groaned softly, nestling your face into Aziraphale’s neck as he stroked your hair and called in return, “Ah, yes, of course. We’ll be right out!”

You wanted nothing more than to not go up on the damned West End stage, to smile and twist in your glittery costume and tease the soldiers in the audience like you hadn’t just gotten your world rocked within an inch of your life. And yet… everything came to an end. You whimpered again when your angel gently shifted you off of him, placing you temporarily in Crowley’s hold, before getting to his feet and gently snapping his fingers. You felt the dampness across your demon’s thigh fade into nothingness, along with the slick between your legs. Your hair righted itself to its former do, and the smudged lipstick across your mouth was once more perfected. When you lifted your head, however, you noticed Crowley had elected to keep the messy imprint of your lips across the corner of his mouth.

He noticed you looking and gave you a sly, crooked grin. “I like to wear my trophies,” he said before pulling your head close and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Come along now, gorgeous. Don’t want to keep the fans waiting.”

Shakily, you got to your feet, struggling momentarily to stand on your heels. While your heart slowed its racing pulse and the heat gently ebbed from your cheeks, Aziraphale lifted your feathered headband from before and tucked it securely over your hair.

“There’s our darling,” he murmured, smiled softly down at you, then tilted up your chin to press a light, though nonetheless loving kiss upon your swollen lips. “Are you ready?”

You took a breath, straightened yourself out, and nodded your head. “I am now, I think,” you replied.

“Perfect,” said your angel. “Because I’ve got a bullet to catch.”

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raz-writes-the-thing · 4 months

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New Year's Kiss (Good Omens One-Shot)

Aziraphale x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Aziraphale asks to be your New Year's kiss.

Fic type: holiday fluff

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You’d mentioned it when you were a little tipsy on New Year's morning. You’d never been kissed. You’d never had a kiss on New Year’s either. Well, those things sort of went hand in hand, but the point was- you’d never felt someone’s lips upon yours.

It wasn’t necessarily something that upset you. It was a fact just like how caterpillars have, like, four thousand muscles was a fact. But Aziraphale was a romantic at heart, and how could he let a stunning creature such as you go without a New Year’s kiss when there wouldn’t be another chance of that for another whole year? Not a long time for Aziraphale, no- but it was for you.

So, at five minutes to, Aziraphale took your hands in his and gave you one of his ever so charmingly romantic smiles.

“My dear,” he started somewhat hesitantly. Like he didn’t quite know what to say. “I’ve been thinking about your confession this morning.”

“My confession?” You asked, having sobered up many hours previous. “Oh! The New Year’s kiss thing? Yeah, what about it?”

Aziraphale’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand. Your heart skipped a beat.

You’d had feelings for Aziraphale for a while now. How could you not? He was soft, kind, handsome and a reader. And he did his own washing- what more could you ask for, really? But you’d never really entertained the idea that he might have felt the same way for you.

“I know I haven’t mentioned it before,” he said, clearing his throat and ordering his thoughts. “But- if you were amenable, I- well, I would be honoured if you’d do me the honour of being your first.”

You blinked a couple of times, trying to let the information absorb into your brain.

“Kiss, that is,” he hurriedly corrected, though you honestly wouldn’t have minded the alternative either just quietly.

“I- Aziraphale,” you breathed, a smile slowly spreading over your lips. You bit down on your bottom one so as not to seem too eager. There was a squeal threatening to escape you any second now.

“I know this is highly unusual for romantic courtships,” he continued on, clearly growing anxious now. “But I just thought, well, why not ‘shoot my shot’, as it were.”

Your eyes darted to the countdown on the television. Just a minute left now. Outside, you could hear the people gathered on the street start to countdown.

“I- yes, Aziraphale. I would love that.”

Aziraphale looked very pleased with himself, and he let go of one of your hands to brush his forefinger down your cheek.

“You’re truly stunning, my dear. Gorgeous.”

You could feel your cheeks flush slightly at the compliment. Aziraphale was always paying you compliments, but they never ceased to fluster you with their sincerity.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you chuckled back, eyes roaming over his features. He really was gorgeous, wasn’t he? Outside, you could hear the countdown get louder as it reached ten seconds to go.

Your grin was infectious, and Aziraphale shot you one of his own. He shuffled in place as if he were nervous. He probably was.

And then the countdown struck zero, and Aziraphale’s lips were on yours. Soft skin but a firm press of his lips. Your arms wound around his neck and you pressed yourself close. You’d waited so long for this- for a kiss, for Aziraphale, really.

And now you had him.

Zira pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours affectionately. He held you close, not wanting to let go of you just yet.

“Happy New Year, my darling,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Happy New Year, Zira,” you replied lovingly.

It was gonna be a good year. You just knew it.

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profeyandere · 6 months

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𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐘 ─── ☾ 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

Masterlist || Good Omens Masterlist || Wattpad

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Aziraphale x Human!Reader, Crowley x Human!Reader, Crowley x Aziraphale

Warning: Angst, insecurities and spoilers from season 2

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

Your mind was a complete basilisk, not as much as Maggie and Nina's, but enough to make you feel powerless after having witnessed before your eyes a battle between angels and demons in which you participated with the other two humans who, like you, they had decided to stay by Aziraphale's side to face the enemies who, unintentionally, had entered the bookstore in order to take with them the archangel missing from Heaven that you, the angel and the demon had kept hidden between the varied walls of the large bookstore belonging to the man with greenish eyes; It was an enriching experience because you played babysitter for a supernatural entity from Heaven who had the appearance of an adult man over fifty years old and with the mental age of a child of seven or eight. They were very approximate ages, and perhaps the example, or assumption, that you had made about Gabriel was exaggerated, but at least that's how you felt during the last days that he remained in your care. You ended up exhausted, and that was evident by the way your body moved stumbling around the bookstore after putting Jim to bed each day, who was the same person as Gabriel but without memories. The image of your delicate body against the sofa was something that Aziraphale and Crowley would never be able to forget and that they would cherish with all their hearts because, even though they were both supernatural entities and did not have the same needs as an ordinary human, many sometimes they forgot about your mortal condition and went so far as to ignore that you needed to sleep just like the rest of the living beings on Earth did; That did not mean that they did not care about you resting properly, they simply sometimes overlooked what your body and you needed to keep you completely alive and full of energy.

Spending so much time with the two men brought with it many things, both good and bad. You didn't know them in the same way that they already did, no, but your first meeting had happened a couple of years before Armageddon, where you met that duo that hit you hard in the face with the door of the Ritz, the restaurant that Aziraphale liked so much and that you had been so fascinated by since you heard about it. You were leaving the premises when, while both men were arguing about God knew what, the demon pushed the door with such force without paying attention to whether anyone was willing to leave the establishment that the huge glass of the door hit your face and caused you to small rows of blood came out of your nose caused by the blow your nose had received; There was no need to add how much the angel cared about the state you were in and how ashamed the demon was for having hurt you.

It was from then on that the three of you began to see each other at the same time at the Ritz, every Wednesday, and, eventually, it only took a couple of 'miracles' for you to become an inseparable trio, despite the differences that were supposed to prevent that a friendly relationship would take place between you. It seemed very strange to you then that you always agreed with them, but you didn't take it much importance either because of how good and accompanied they made you feel; you were home with both of them, no matter where you were physically.

It was Aziraphale, Crowley, and you against the world. So it was perfect and wonderful.

"Miss, Miss!" Exclaimed a voice close to you, Maggie's.

A small smile couldn't help but settle on your face. That sweet woman with golden hair had brought a lot of happiness and encouragement to your life after being Aziraphale's tenant; She was one of the women who had understood you best from the moment she saw you enter her store holding the arm of the angel, always looking with curiosity at her merchandise and being one of the few trustworthy clients who still bought records for her collection. She wondered then, the first time she saw you if you and the white-haired man were a couple in love who only took care of their adorable bookstore that was located in the middle of the long avenue. But she quickly discovered that you were just two friends completely fond of each other who shared an exquisite taste for old and classical music and vinyl records.

"Maggie, I have told you on countless occasions to call me by my name," you said before turning around and being able to face the blonde who had left the bookstore in the company of Nina, the woman who owned the cafeteria that was in front of the establishment of one of your best friends, making your surprise even greater at having to talk about something in front of her too. "Wow. You've cornered me. Something happens?"

Both women looked at each other for a moment and, although talking to Crowley had been easy for them due to their little knowledge of him and the little relationship they had with him, talking to you about the same topic was going to be a little more complicated. They didn't know you well, they knew that you were the woman who accompanied the short, pleasant man from the bookstore and the taller, grumpier man who drove a Bentley, and you had frequently passed by the coffee shop of one and the record store of the other, so you were more than just a regular customer because of the conversations you occasionally had with them, and that was why bringing up the topic of conversation was going to be so complex for both of them. The two looked at each other for a moment as they tried to find the right words and, although Maggie wanted to approach the subject as carefully as possible because she didn't know how you would react to bringing something so delicate to light, she was aware that it would be very difficult to make you understand what they wanted to tell you if they thought about the matter a lot; Everything was so simple and, at the same time, too complicated.

"We know," Nina said quickly when she saw how your face contorted into a look full of confusion and concern as you saw how the blonde opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. Her intervention saved Maggie, but it only made your eyes drift towards her in curiosity and surprise at the sudden raising of her voice that caused the attention of other passersby to focus on her. "I mean, we know what's happening. We have gotten the idea after everything we have been through these last few days, and I think you are as aware as we are."

"What?"

Maggie ducked her head to try to control the laugh that was about to escape her lips. You didn't understand the reason for her action. You simply found her way of acting strange and the signs so non-obvious that they sounded almost Chinese to you; You didn't understand what they wanted to tell you, and unless they were willing to explain better what they had supposedly noticed in you, you were going to continue to have a question mark on the top of your head.

"What Nina means is that we know what happens between you, Mr. Fell, and Mr. Crowley," the blonde indicated once she had calmed down, making you frown suddenly. Deep down, you hoped it wouldn't be so noticeable, but it seemed like it was as obvious as the sun appearing every day in the east and falling in the west. "The problem, as we have commented to Mr. Crowley, is that none of you three speak specifically about that topic."

"Are we really going to discuss this here, in the middle of the street, without me being too drunk to talk freely about it?" you asked, interrupting Maggie in a slightly rude way. "If it's that obvious, then neither of them is aware of my feelings or, if that happens, it's a clear rejection that they're putting forward. No one has mentioned anything about a love that has settled in their hearts, nor the fact that they feel unconditional affection for me."

"It is precisely the lack of communication that is the central problem of your relationship," the brunette intervened, making your sharp gaze now directed at her person, being able to notice in her eyes how she wanted to demonstrate to you that point that they were trying to point out to you with so much impetus. "You are the inseparable trio. You need each other. You are a team of three, and I think the love you feel for others is more than evident. You can't deny me that. It's obvious."

"And what do you want me to do?" You questioned, shrugging your shoulders. "Do you want me to go into the bookstore and tell them how much I love them, that I have wanted to be in their arms all these years, and that the only thing I long for is their happiness? Do you think that this is a fairy tale and that with a kiss I will convince them that I am enough for both of them and that it is worth it for them to be here, with me, instead of choosing their respective sides?"

Nina and Maggie looked at each other for a second before nodding in slight confusion. They knew that Aziraphale was an angel, the halo trick made that pretty clear, and the appearance of the demons and their slight resemblance to Crowley made them assume that he was a demon, and they quickly assumed that you were like them seeing that none of them both sides mentioned or needed you in some way; at least you were completely normal in that world full of madness.

"Yes," they stated in unison.

"And Mr. Crowley is waiting for you," Nina continued, gently turning her head towards the bookshop window where the tall, slender body of the demon could be seen facing the shorter, stockier angel, seeing how the former seemed to move doubtfully the time his mouth opened and closed. It was as if Crowley was talking to Aziraphale about something, something really important. Your eyes, completely focused on the different bodies of those who were and were your best friends, began to shine with intensity thanks to the small rays of sun that began to affect them, finally discovered behind the soft movement of the clouds to allow a small path of light will make its way through the passers-by to guide you towards the bookshop; that scene almost seemed to have been made on purpose for you, to take you to what would be your last destination to achieve the purest happiness. You almost felt like you were in a romantic or comedy movie. You could even laugh at the absurd situation you were imagining. With agile and quick steps, taking care that no car was in the way to hit you, you crossed the street to approach the door of the bookshop, inadvertently colliding in the process with a man of your height who simply looked at you askance almost in a defiant and disgusted way; You swore you had seen him before, but you were unable to pinpoint where specifically, but his sharp gaze gave you a strange chill that made your hair stand on end. You didn't give it any more importance either. Finally, reaching the steps that would lead you into the bookstore, you looked one last time at Nina and Maggie, who were smiling at you encouragingly from across the street, giving you the push you needed to get inside the store.

That bookshop, so wide and calm, so full of light and love, evoked a big smile in you as if a ray of hope had bathed your person and had caused a comforting feeling to settle in you. You were at peace, calm, and all thanks to the encouragement you had received from one moment to the next from the woman who owned the cafeteria and the woman in charge of the record store. Your footsteps were deaf, you weren't even able to hear them thanks to the carpet that decorated the main entrance, but you could feel the slight tension in the environment because of what both the angel and the devil were discussing before your arrival. Seeing Aziraphale's broad back and Crowley's soft locks of reddish hair gave you that boost you knew you needed, you were finally ready to talk to them; You were finally going to declare your feelings to the two men in your life, your little angel and your demon.

Crowley's sigh stopped your steps when you were about to step on the creaking wood of the establishment, making you stay in the shadows that the high shelves of the library provided you to remain hidden.

"Oh, God, right," the demon muttered between his teeth while he turned around on himself and tried to compose himself from what the angel said. The way he acted surprised you slightly. "I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say. I think I'd better say now." He began, stopping again while he tried to embolden himself and pick up the last hope he had after what Aziraphale had told him, trying to find an opportunity for him to stay there. "We've known each other for a long time. We've been on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you, and you could always rely on me. We're a team, a group. Group of the two of us. And we've spent our existence pretending that we aren't."

Crowley's words caused your heart to stop beating. You didn't want to fully believe his words because, after all, you were important to them, right? You were a group of three, right?

"I mean, the last few years not really" the redhead continued, stopping again as he took a deep breath and tried to hold back the tears that had begun to well up. "I mean, if Gabriel and Beelzebub can ledo it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us. We don't need Heaven, we don't need Hell, they're toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us,” he declared. "You and me, what do you say?"

"Come with me, to Heaven," the white-haired man intervened, quickly approaching his demonic counterpart, leaving just a small space for both of them. "I'll run it, you can be my second in command. We can make a difference."

"We can't leave her," Crowley whispered with grief and pain, looking intensely into the green eyes of the angel who only smiled softly at him.

"Oh, Crowley," Aziraphale murmured, smiling sadly and shrugging his shoulders. "Nothing lasts forever."

With those words, you felt a weight settle in your heart, and a wave of nausea suddenly came over you. You refused to think that those words had come from the mouth of your little angel, your Aziraphale.

"No, I don't suppose it does," the demon denied, causing the last hope you had to collapse.

You were a mere mortal, Gabriel had already warned you two years ago when he found you on the side of Aziraphale and Crowley when you tried to help them stop Armageddon at the last minute, but you preferred to ignore all the negative aspects of what could have been your relationship only for them. For what they had always made you feel, for those wonderful memories that you treasured with affection, and the feelings that you had gradually developed towards them. You had taken into account that great difference in years between you and them, including how their relationship was much closer to what you could ever develop with them, but you worked hard to earn a place in their enormous hearts, and you believed you had achieved. You had many doubts, and insecurities, that approached you at the moment they declared that they were an angel and a demon because of the fear you felt that they would see another human in you when there were others more beautiful or intelligent who could understand them better, you even had fear when thinking about your mortality and how at any moment you could disappear from their lives by suffering a sudden death or the pain they would feel with your loss, but it was those affectionate hugs from Aziraphale and Crowley's soft smiles that made everyone doubt vanished when you were with them.

But you had to be realistic. It was never you three, but the two of them.

When Armageddon happened, they both walked away and you were so afraid that you spent several nights crying for the sudden abandonment of both beings. Although you hadn't seen it, they had both been terrified of losing you at the End of the World and while Aziraphale was involved in tirelessly searching for the Antichrist, Crowley just wanted to find a perfect planet for you to inhabit with them in case that everything went wrong; They did not want to lose their human, the perfect creature of God who had stolen their hearts. Of course, once the angel possessed your body and you were able to face the possible end with them, they confessed their angelic and demonic nature to you, and that was when you finally felt the weight of your heart fade away.

But now there was no longer a 'you'. Now, there was only 'them'.

Aziraphale and Crowley heard the loud slam of the bookshop door, making them both approach the door to see who the person had entered, but seeing your sweet and gentle face completely covered in tears broke their hearts and souls in pieces.

You had not been able to face reality, and you had lost your angel and your demon forever. They would never choose you over Heaven, their true home.

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thedemonknownasbilly · 4 months

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Howdy! I've got another poly AziraCrow x reader request for you, if you're interested

Ineffable husbands with a non-binary s/o who constantly gets misgendered and deadnamed during the holiday season since they're around family n stuff?

Ik its not malicious and it's out of habit but man, it's not great for dysphoria. Trying to disconnect myself from that so I don't hold it against anyone but. Idk. Sorry for rambling lol.

Sending love 💚

Their Name - Ineffable Husbands x GN!Reader

Boy, oh, boy this hit close to home. So basing a lot of the house descriptions/holiday traditions on my family.

Ineffable Husbands snapping at Reader’s family

He/Him for Aziraphale || She/He/They for Crowley

Great Room - the spare room usually adjacent to the living room, typically where the foyer enters into.

There was a lot you couldn’t tell your family. How your husbands were actually ethereal beings well over six thousand years old, how Aziraphale found a miracle that would help you to live forever alongside them, or how Crowley was the serpent they so often cursed in Sunday Service. But there was one thing you made crystal-fucking-clear, your name and gender identity. You came out as non-binary almost four years ago, telling your family how you wanted them to refer to you in only neutral terms.

You had met Aziraphale and Crowley a year after that, marrying them in secret two years later, just the past spring. Crowley had told you how they used all pronouns, so your favorite pastime was to call him your wife when using he/him pronouns. Aziraphale told you that he preferred he/him but wasn’t opposed to they/them if it was to put a bigot in place. That if he chose to present as a woman again for the first time in thousands of years then he would update such choices. Just a small family the three of you were.

Meeting them had been perfect for your mental health, you weren’t ready to date anyone, and a rainy day led to you stepping into the red and gold bookshop, with plants scattered about, books older than time itself, an angel and a demon running it. And they took you in without a second thought.

“Darling, you seem lost in thought,” Aziraphale broke you from your thoughts, your bottom lip sore from chewing it in stress. “What is it that troubles you?” You looked at him in the rear view mirror, smiling softly as you felt Crowley’s hand on your thigh.

“Just nervous, and feeling bad. I want to tell them about us, all three of us, and yet I’m too scared…” your family wasn’t the most open to anything outside of heteronormative, including polyamory unfortunately, leaving Aziraphale to be the “best friend/co-worker”, he had actually volunteered the title, saying it would look better for Crowley to be your husband since he appeared closer to your age than the white haired Angel did.

“Don’t fret, I know it’s not ideal, but we can pretend for one night.” Aziraphale reassured, his blue eyes seeming brighter despite the dim light in the Bentley.

“We’re here, love.” Crowley said, parking behind your uncle’s familar white SUV. “You two ready?” You looked over to Crowley and nodded, unbuckling and turning back in your seat to give Aziraphale his final kiss of the night.

Immediately you wanted to slink back into the Bentley when you heard a chorus of your deadname being yelled through the house, directing Aziraphale to the dessert table to place the Eccles cake while you set down the ancient wine bottle with the other drinks.

“This is Anthony,” you introduced your husband to your family, he was dressed in their gray button up with his red tie, black blazer and slacks. “And this is our dearest friend Azira.” Aziraphale was done up in his usual outfit except he traded out the faded waistcoat for a newer one.

“What a pity we couldn’t attend the wedding, but I suppose (s)he’s always done things his/her own way.” Your mom said, feigning innocence as your hand tightened on Crowley’s.

“Ah, yes, I suppose that’s what drew me to them. Their fierce determination.” Crowley glared slightly, a faux grin on her lips as they enunciated your pronouns. That was how the night would continue, both Crowley and Aziraphale determinedly trying to correct your family through their own speech.

“That’s it!” Aziraphale was the first to snap, seeing tears in your eyes as he sat across from you at the dining table, luckily the children were eating in the great room, the tv playing football flickered at his outburst. “I have absolutely had it with you lot misgendering them! They told you four years ago that they preferred gender neutral terms and informed you of their very legal name change, what is so hard to accept?”

When your mom went to speak, Crowley interrupted. “Nope, wrong answer there, see it’s not that hard, maybe in the beginning, to adjust, to try. But you lot never tried, did you? Instead our partner here is almost in tears, they were stressed about even coming, but unlike you all, they value you. And yes, I said our partner. Azira is not just a friend, in fact he’s as much their husband as I am.” Crowley rose from her chair and offered you their hand, which you gratefully took, letting him guide you out of the house with Aziraphale following behind you.

“I’m sorry, that was improper and I know that-” Aziraphale stammered out, feeling like he messed up but being cut off when you suddenly hugged him, laughing softly against his shoulder.

“Don’t you dare apologize, did you see their faces? That was so worth it, I have you two, and we’re a big enough family for me.” Aziraphale hugged you back tightly and kissed the side of your head, you felt Crowley press against your back, joining your hug and kissing Aziraphale.

“Happy Christmas, loves.”

“Happy Christmas, dear.”

“Happy Christmas, little devil.”

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Lockdown Blues

Aziraphale x GN!Reader x Crowley

Summary: Remember that time everyone went crazy and made sourdough?

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Enough baked goods to make exactly 8 human stomachs explode.

"Right," a voice said from behind you.

You shrieked, whirling around and brandishing your hairbrush in defense... only to see Crowley standing there, giving you a look caught between amusement and confusion.

"Hgk."

"Fucking hell, Crowley, you can't just randomly appear in people's bedrooms," you said with a sigh. You put your brush down so that you could rub your temples. "I know you're a demon and all, but I didn't think I'd need to explain this."

"You -- oh, shut up," he growled, waving at you dismissively. "It's an emergency. Pack your cat." He paused, thoughtfully. "... And a bag, I s'pose."

"And where do you think I'll be going? The whole continent's closed."

"I'm taking you to the bookshop, where you will be staying until this damned lockdown blows over."

"I -- Crowley, you can't just come here and drag me away to be held hostage in the bookshop."

Crowley sighed, rolling his eyes. "I -- look -- I told you it was an emergency, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but then you just left it there? If you could elaborate, that'd be great.

He sighed again. "It's -- listen -- the angel -- Aziraphale is getting... weird."

You blinked rapidly a few times. "He's... he's what?"

"No time," Crowley said, coming to herd you up. "C'mon. Grab the cat. Grab some essentials. Let's go."

You reluctantly did as you were told, doing your best to pack some clothes, toiletries, a laptop, a fussy cat, and a few other things, all while an antsy demon followed you around urging you to move faster. You had half a mind to be annoyed, but you could tell Crowley was strangely serious about this, and that stopped you.

For the most part, at least.

Finally, you'd gathered everything you needed into three bags plus Ralph's carrier. Crowley, without any prompting, took the two biggest bags into his hands, then held out his elbow for you to take.

With nothing but a rucksack over one shoulder and Ralph's carrier in the opposite hand, you wound your free hand around Crowley's twiggy little arm, and the two of you vanished with a whoosh.

Only to appear, near instantaneously, within the confines of the bookshop.

You took a moment to remind yourself how to breathe before you crouched down and set the cat carrier on the floor. Ralph growled, no doubt a little wigged out from the disorienting mode of travel, but the moment you opened the carrier, he trotted out like nothing had happened.

"Crybaby," you sighed affectionately before pushing yourself back up to a stand. "Okay, where's the angel?"

You were hit rather suddenly with two realizations -- number one, Crowley was gone, and number two, you could smell... well, the best way to describe it was a fully stocked bakery. The scent was overwhelmingly of the general concept of bread, but you could smell sweeter treats as well -- vanilla, cinnamon, cooked fruits, chocolate, and so on.

Well, that didn't really bode particularly well, did it?

You hesitantly made your way up the stairs in the back and into the flat, wandering until you found the kitchen. Crowley was there, standing against the wall with Ralph held gently in his arms. How either of them had managed to get up here without you noticing, you didn't know.

At the stove, simmering what smelled like what would eventually be blackcurrant jam, stood Aziraphale. He whipped around at the sound of Ralph's hungry meow and jumped when he saw you all standing there, staring at him.

"You weren't kidding," you said, throwing a look over to Crowley. "He really has gone weird."

"I know," Crowley responded. He made a sound at the back of his throat as he nodded his head towards the angel. "That's why we're having this intervention."

"I'm sorry, this what?" Aziraphale yelped. "Please! You're so dramatic, Crowley. Here, dear," he said, turning towards you with a pastry in hand. "Try this?"

You shot another look to Crowley, silently asking permission. He only sighed and rolled his eyes in response, so you shrugged and took a bite. It was...

Well, he'd clearly made it by hand.

He was watching you, and you knew he wanted your opinion, and you knew he wanted it honest, but you'd never had the heart to give him bad news, so you smiled and put a thumb up.

"Oh, good!" he said cheerfully.

When he turned around to return to his jam, you quickly motioned for Crowley to get you some water. He miracled you a glass and handed it over, and you drank it in three long drags.

"Bit heavy on the salt?" he asked quietly, to which you replied with a vigorous nod.

"What was that, dear?" Aziraphale asked.

"Nothing!" you and Crowley both said.

This was ridiculous, you thought. You could tell Aziraphale he was using too much salt. That was easy. Right? Right. You sucked in a deep breath to prepare yourself, and then released it in one big huff.

"Maybe -- erm, maybe, I think, it could use..."

"Yes, dear?" Aziraphale asked, turning to look at you with such loving eyes, so trusting and beautiful.

Fuck.

"Nothing. I was wrong. Sorry. Continue."

He smiled so joyfully as he turned back to his jam.

You chanced a glance at Crowley, who was glaring at you.

"Coward," he hissed.

"I know," you whimpered, burying your face in your hands.

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