#Aziraphale x FTM!Reader

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Oh To Not Have You

Pairing: Anthony J Crowley x Male reader (can be read as ftm reader aswell) mentions: strong language, drinking, death, angst, mentions of holy water, swords and mentions of hell fire. And reader is called Raphael once. Please do not read if uncomfortable. Fem aligned don't interact. If there's any warning i left out please let me know -> do not repost, copy or translate my work or post them anywhere. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated A/N: This is my first fic that isn't a request and my first good omens request. I apologize in advance if this is too angsty. Also i wanted to credit @fly-flower-fanfics as i got the inspiration to write this from their fic 'I Knew You' go read it, it is quite nice.

𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖬𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅

Something in the air felt different, it felt like doom was hanging by your shoulder ready to snoop in when it’s time came in.

You sighed and pushed those thoughts aside as you sat on the couch with a Jane Austin novella Aziraphale had lent you to read as he had boasted about it for weeks. Crowley and Aziraphale had decided to meet in St. James Park but you had decided not to go as you felt exhausted from running around all day, yesterday to stop Armageddon.

Crowley and Aziraphale walked over to the vendor “a strawberry lolly and a vanilla with a flake, please” Crowley hands the vendor the money before Aziraphlae asked “how’s the car?”

“Not a scratch on it” was Crowley’s reply as they looked at Aziraphale “how’s the book shop?” aziraphale looks at Crowley “not a smudge” he says slightly suspiciously as he walks to the other side of Crowley “not a book burned, everything back just the way it was” Crowley hands aziraphale his ice-cream before taking her own as aziraphale looks around while asking “you heard from your people yet?” Crowley shakes his head with an almost deep sigh “yours?” he asked aziraphale “nothing”

“Do…you understand-w-what happened yesterday?” Crowley asked as they looked at aziraphale “well, I understand some of it,…but some of it-” aziraphale sighs “well, it’s just bit too…” aziraphale raises his eyebrow only to notice Crowley not looking at him “ineffable” Death interrupts them “oh, that…that’s funny, seeing him here. Th-that’s meant to be bad luck” Crowley wouldn’t like to admit it but he was internally terrified but they didn’t want to think about the what ifs in this moment. In that moment death had disappeared “it’s meant to be bad…” Crowley stammered he turns around to look at aziraphale only to see him gone he turns around again only to see him being dragged away by Uriel and a squad of angels. Crowley was distracted by this whole ordeal but decided to chase after them “stop! Stop them!” some old lady interrupts “what’s wrong, love?” before Crowley can figure out what’s happening the old lady who happens to be hastur who knocks Crowley out “oh, bad luck dear” hastur says mockingly while Crowley groans and faints

Aziraphale was tied to a chair, he tired pulling against the ropes but they were too tight for him to slip his hands out. He hears foot steps behind him and “ah. Aziraphale” he recognizes the voice, it was Gabriel. He patted aziraphale’s shoulder “so glad you could join us” he said with a forced smile and with sickeningly sweet voice “you could’ve just sent a message, I mean, a kidnapping in broad daylight” Aziraphale says making Gabriel shrug “call it what it was: an extraordinary rendition” he chuckles as aziraphale fakes a small smile “now, have we heard from our new associate?” Gabriel asks only for Uriel to reply “he’s on his way” Gabriel smiles “he’s own his way. I think you are going to like this” he walks towards aziraphale who raises his eyebrows “I really do…and I bet you didn’t see this one coming” Gabriel leans forward as he says that, the only reaction aziraphale could muster was a forced smile.

Meanwhile down in hell Crowley was facing his trial for using holy water on another demon “Creatures of Hell, you have heard the evidence against the demon known as Crowley. What’s your verdict?” Beelzebub addresses the demons behind the glass window, there were shouts of ‘guilty’ from them “do you have anything to say before we take our vengeance out on you?” Beelzebub says as Crowley turns around from looking at the glass window “what’s it to be?” he asks as he shrugs “an eternity in the deepest pits of hell?” he continues but hastur interrupts Crowley “no no, we’re going to do something even worse…Letting the punishment fit the crime” in that moment arch angel Michael arrives carrying a jug of holy water, they pour the liquid into the bathtub after hastur refuses to pour it himself as he had seen what it could do…

Aziraphale could sense something was wrong, he could sense someone else’s presences, someone close to him.

{Flashback} Crowley smiled at you “I wish you could come with angel” they said as you smiled at them “I wish I could too, I’m just a little exhausted after yesterday” Crowley couldn’t help but pull you in a hug, she rarely showed her softer side, something that was usually reserved for you “I’m glad you are okay” they whispered before pulling away and kissing you gently… Crowley left to meet aziraphale at the park but the moment he stepped out they could sense something different in the air but the moment he saw aziraphale who had a look of worry on his face, they knew that indeed something was wrong. Aziraphale went on to explain what he had found out before putting out the idea of them switching bodies and here they were now {Flashback ends}

The presences was too familiar for aziraphale (Crowley) to ignore as soon as he realized he felt panicked but he needed to not show any emotions “you don’t get this view down in the basement” he hears someone’s voice, before recognizing them as a demon, the demon walked further. Aziraphale (Crowley) looked at the demon before his eyes landed on…You. You who was being dragged by two lower grade demons. Your eyes widened a little as you see aziraphale their but his presences was different, it wasn’t aziraphale’s presences but it was still a lot familiar for you to ignore. Then the realization hit you, it was Crowley, they both switched bodies, the eye contact you held with aziraphale (Crowley) was cut short as the demon ignites…Hell fire “What are you trying to do Gabriel?!” You looked at the archangel Gabriel “well, with one act of treason you averted the war” aziraphale (Crowley) looks at you to see you looking at Gabriel before you say “well, I think the greater good…” Gabriel cuts you off “don’t talk to me about the greater god sunshine. I’m the archangel fucking Gabriel” you were a little shocked to see no one other than Gabriel cursing “the greater good was we were finally going to settle things with the opposition once and for all” Uriel walks over to you and unties your tied hands, aziraphale (Crowley) wanted to shout for them to not hurt you but hurt them instead, he saw how your wings unfolded, they took a deep breath as it clicked what might happen, you look confused at Gabriel before you shook your head as the realization hit of what was at hand “you can’t-you can’t do that Gabriel…taking an angels wings is shaming them” Gabriel smiles “well that would do you good seeing how you have relations with demon Crowley” aziraphale(Crowley) looked at you as you licked your lips, you felt like you were a little child who begged to not be punished for stealing some sweets “ba-banish me…banish me from heaven for all I care Gabriel, but not my wings, I’m not going to let you shame me like that, no-not in front of all of them!” you could feel tears prickle your eyes making you blink them away, you didn’t like crying or showing vulnerable emotions, something you always encouraged Crowley to show, well it wouldn’t be wrong to call you a hypocrite.

You could feel aziraphale’s (Crowley’s) eyes on you but you didn’t want to look up but you couldn’t stop yourself as you heard his shout “take my wings Gabriel! Take them but leave them alone” Aziraphale (Crowley) was trying hard not to show who he truly was, crowley knew the only thing you truly cared for about yourself were your wings it took a long time for you to let them touch your wings, he knew you couldn’t live with the pain and the shame, deep down Crowley always felt like you dated him cause you pitied her but that was far from the truth and you had always made sure they knew that even if you both ever had fights or arguments.

{Flashback} As you walked out of the bedroom with a book in your hand and a cup of tea you had noticed the change of atmosphere in the apartment, you sensed Crowley’s restlessness. You looked at him, concern etched across your face “Crowley, what’s gotten into you?” crowley shot you a playful grin, mischief glittering in his eyes like malevolent stars “You know, I've been feeling a bit nostalgic lately. Thought I might pay a little visit to our friends down below. Stir things up a bit, you know?" You set your book and cup of tea down on the counter, the unease in your gut growing stronger “crowley, you can’t be serious. You are not thinking of causing trouble in hell, are you?” She waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, nothing too major. Just a little chaos, a few practical jokes. Keeps the place lively, you know?" You stood up, your voice taking on a more serious tone. "Crowley, this isn't a good idea. Hell isn't exactly on the best terms with you right now." Crowley's grin faltered slightly, but they quickly recovered. "Oh, come on, angel. They'll get over it. Besides, it's all in good fun." You approached him, your expression stern. "It's not just about them 'getting over it.' You remember what happened last time. It turned into a mess." Crowley's eyes narrowed, and their tone taking on a defensive note. "Are you doubting my ability to handle my own kind?”

"It's not about your ability, Crowley," you replied firmly. "It's about the potential consequences. You might enjoy pushing boundaries, but this time it could lead to something worse." Crowley turned away, their frustration visible. "You're being overly cautious."

"I'm being realistic," you countered, your voice unwavering as you stepped closer. "I know you're powerful, Crowley. But sometimes power alone isn't enough to fix things." Crowley's shoulders slumped a little, and her gaze softened. "You're right. I just... I get caught up in the thrill sometimes." You reached out and placed a hand on her arm. "I understand that, Crowley. But we have to face the reality of the situation. Times have changed." They sighed against your touch, their arms wrapping around you. "I can't help but be a bit of a troublemaker." You pulled them into an embrace, letting your warmth and affection envelop them. "I wouldn't have you any other way. Just promise me you'll think twice before you jump into something like this." He looked down at you, his eyes softening as they met yours. "You really do care about me, don't you?" you couldn’t help but smile softly "Of course I do," you whispered, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back. "I love you, Crowley, even when you're being mischievous." She leaned into the embrace, her forehead resting against yours. "I love you too, more than anything." {Flashback ends}

Gabriel smiles sarcastically “oh but aziraphale you see, we have something for you too…you aren’t going unscathed sunshine” you looked at aziraphale (Crowley) fear striking you deep, aziraphale (Crowley) tries to reason with Gabriel “I don’t suppose I can persuade you to reconsider?” Gabriel looks at aziraphale (Crowley) seriously “I’m sorry but the decision is already made” Gabriel’s voice dripped with malice “we’re supposed to be the good guys, for heaven’s sake.” Uriel hands Gabriel the sword “well, for heaven’s sake, we are meant to make examples out of traitors. Hence…no wings” with that the two lower grade demons grabbed your wings as Gabriel wasted no time slicing through them at the base, you were hit with excruciating pain but you didn’t want to scream, you didn’t want to give Gabriel the satisfaction of your pain. After that moment everything was dark, you didn’t notice what was happening until you felt your body thump onto the ground making you groan and try to pick yourself up somehow. Your whole body ached from the pain of falling from heaven, if Crowley was here he would’ve laughed at that but you soon felt like a knife was being drilled into your heart as you thought of Crowley and what he would think of you now, you were fine with the part of being a fallen angel but your wings something you treasured was taken away from you. You looked at your hands, you scoffed noticing how the tips were blackened with your nails turned into claws…

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Weeks had passed since the events, Crowley sat by the door of his apartment holding one of your sweaters he had gotten you years back. Their heart ached from the pain, the pain of having lost the one good thing they had ever had. Your pained expression kept doing rounds in Crowley’s mind with Gabriel’s words running around in her mind ‘well that would do you good seeing how you have relations with the demon Crowley’ they kept thinking it was their fault that you weren’t here in his arms, telling him that it would be okay.

Memories after memories played in Crowley’s mind as he took a swig from the bottle of talisker scotch, before groaning as his eyes wondered over to the kitchen…

{Flashback} As you strolled into the kitchen of your apartment, Crowley followed along behind you like a lost puppy. The morning had been cozy and warm– breakfast in bed, courtesy of Crowley's culinary expertise (if you could call reheating frozen waffles expertise, that is). You cherished these small, tender moments between you two. But now, duty called, and it was your turn to tackle the aftermath of the meal–washing the dishes. As you ventured further into the kitchen, Crowley's humour had you laughing at something she'd just said. Amidst your laughter, your foot made unexpected contact with the edge of the open cabinet door, and gravity took over. "Fuc-Crowley!" you exclaimed, the words slipping out as your body lurched forward and your dignity took a tumble. Crowley's eyebrows shot up in concern, but that was quickly overtaken by an incredulous look. "My dear, are you practicing your own version of interpretive dance?" they joked. You managed to regain your balance and stood up, rubbing your slightly bruised ego along with your toe. "I'll have you know that our kitchen cabinet just tried to eat me alive," you said, half-joking, half-serious. Crowley chuckled, but her grin soon morphed into a mockingly serious expression. "Ah, you've just discovered our cabinet's hidden agenda, have you? It's a rebellious cabinet, you see. Always yearning for some fresh air." You raised an eyebrow. "Fresh air? It's a kitchen cabinet, not a tree-hugging hippie." Crowley shrugged, their lips curling into an exaggerated pout. "Well, excuse our cabinet for wanting to explore its more…open-minded side." You couldn't help but burst into laughter at his absurd and dramatized reasoning. "Open-minded? More like open-doored!" Crowley gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Are you suggesting our cabinet has some sort of existential crisis, torn between its open and closed states?"

"You started it by leaving it wide open!" you retorted, pointing a playful accusatory finger at her. Crowley's expression turned playful as well, their eyes gleaming mischievously. "Well, if you ask me, it's a clear case of cabinet freedom. Just embrace its rebellious spirit!" You shook your head, still chuckling. "Fine, fine. Next time I'll be sure to consult with the cabinet before attempting to close it." Crowley feigned a sigh of relief. "Finally, cabinet diplomacy at its finest." You both shared a laugh, and with the tension diffused, you turned your attention back to the task at hand – the dishes. But as you began washing, you felt someone’s hand wrapping around your waist “I am sorry for that truly angel” Crowley whispered making you smile and shake your head “now look who is going against our cabinets rebellious spirit” as you said that Crowley laughed knowing you had forgiven them. {Flashback ends}

Crowley had pushed herself to stand up and staggered into the hall with the bottle and sweater in his hand when their eyes drifted to the thermostat in the hallway triggering another memory.

{Flashback} You stepped into your apartment, the memory of a fun lunch with Aziraphale still lingering, a sudden blow of cold air slapped you like an unexpected icy shower. You involuntarily shivered and called out, "Crowley, dear?" There was a pause, and then Crowley's voice floated from somewhere within the apartment, dripping with feigned innocence. "Yes, my sweetheart?" You continued walking further into the living space, brows furrowed as your breath visibly puffed out in the chilly air. "Why is it so cold in here?" you asked, your voice laden with bewilderment. "Oh, is it now?" Crowley replied, an exaggerated gasp in their tone. "Must be the work of that mischievous fairy again." You rolled your eyes, not buying into the act. "Crowley, stop messing around. Did you mess with the thermostat again?" A dramatic sigh emerged from the direction of the thermostat, as if it held all the world's woes. "Darling, I must confess, the thermostat and I have become quite the friends lately. It's nothing personal, really. We just found a common interest in creating an arctic ambiance." You crossed your arms, exasperated. "This isn't funny, Crowley. It's freezing in here!" 

"Oh, come on, angel," Crowley cajoled, her voice dripping with amusement. "Think of it as an opportunity to embrace your inner polar explorer." Your patience was wearing thin. “I don't want to embrace any polar explorer tendencies. I just want a comfortable temperature in my own home!" Crowley's voice took on a faux-hurt tone. "But, my dear, I thought you loved a little chill in the air. You know, sets the stage for warm cozy cuddles and all that." You tried hard not to smile "Cozy cuddles are great, but not when I can see my breath indoors!" you retorted, your tone a mixture of exasperation and amusement now. There was a pause, and then Crowley's voice softened slightly. "Alright, alright, I may have turned the thermostat down a bit." You huffed, torn between annoyance and amusement. "Why would you do that?"

"Oh, just to keep things interesting," Crowley replied with a nonchalant shrug that you could practically hear through their words. "Besides, it's quite amusing watching you walk around like a penguin in our own home." You sighed, giving in to a chuckle despite yourself. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"But you love me for it," Crowley purred, their tone filled with smugness. You shook your head, unable to suppress a smile. "Yes, I suppose I do." The two of you exchanged playful banter for a moment longer before reaching a silent agreement. The thermostat was soon adjusted to a more reasonable temperature, and as the warmth returned to the apartment as you moved to hug Crowley to steal their warmth “you owe me cuddles now” Crowley couldn’t help but smile and kiss your forehead… {Flashback ends}

Crowley felt like he was about to lose it, lose herself. Memories flooded in, each triggered like a cosmic punchline in some never-ending joke. Your laughter, so full of joy, echoed through every room, every hall they entered. With each step, she couldn't help but wonder: What was the point of all this? Why was she being bombarded with memories if you were already taken away from them? It was as if the universe was toying with them, pushing their limits.

Crowley's mind, always curious, couldn't help but question the unfairness of it all. The way things worked above and below seemed twisted. Disagree, and you're cast out. Ask a simple question, and you're condemned. Protect what matters, and you're met with scorn from all sides. The more she thought about it, the more he realized the irony of heaven and hell. They were supposed to stand for righteousness and damnation, but they felt more like an illusion. The very fight between them seemed pointless now, as if both were in the wrong. A scoff escaped Crowley's lips. Heaven and hell, once archenemies, now looked like different sides of the same coin.

What made all worst was the fact both hell and heaven had taken the last thing they cherished. It felt like there was no point in staying and enduring the searing ache every time thoughts of you surfaced. Nothing mattered anymore, everything was cast in shades of grey. Colourless, like it used to be before you, before you entered Aziraphale's bookshop on that rainy day. The day when Crowley's existence gained vibrancy, even in her endless life. Crowley couldn’t help but let out a wry chuckle at the memory when they came face to face with the locker, the locker that held the answer to their emptiness without you. . This was the key to filling the void left by your absence, the answer might be the path to finding you again, even if it meant tolerating a bit of pain. Compared to what you had gone through, it was a small price, Crowley thought. With slightly unsteady hands, he unlocked the locker, revealing a thermos filled with holy water. The solution was within reach—a step away. Seeing the thermos, an idea forms in Crowley’s mind: to end it all. A way to reunite with you, to hold you once more in her embrace. What reason was there to linger in a world that had lost its lustre?

Crowley willed herself to grab the thermos before sliding down the wall, the bottle of talisker scotch sat beside them as they held your sweater close their chest with the thermos of holy water in the other hand, he couldn’t help but laugh “the time has finally come, huh?” he unscrews the top of the thermos seeing the liquid in it shimmered, the soft glow of the room reflecting off its surface. It was a symbol of purity, of divinity, of everything that was meant to be beyond their grasp. A bitter smile tugged at Crowley's lips as she contemplated the ultimate paradox: an immortal demon tempted to consume the very essence that would destroy him.

Crowley took a deep breath before lifting the thermos up to their mouth, memories continued to surge within him, memories of laughter, shared moments, and unspoken promises. Memories of you. But just as their lips grazed the brim of the thermos, a voice broke through the heavy silence. "Crowley."…

{Your pov}𝖶𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒, 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝖠𝗓𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽: 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝗀𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾? 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗒'𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗒'𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈�� 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗑 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. {Your pov ends}

Crowley almost wanted to laugh, to laugh at the insanity. Their minds was playing games on them like they thought it was playing when he first saw you in the bookshop. ‘When we first met, something about you felt distant, like a dream I couldn't grasp. Something about you felt made up like you were a fragment of my imagination’ Crowley thought as they closed their eyes hearing your voice again, they wanted to scream and laugh from how delusional he was getting ‘but you breathed life into me, made me feel like I wasn’t lost something I hadn’t felt ever since I fell from heaven and even then it felt like God was playing one of her sinister jokes on me.’ but something snapped when she heard footsteps, when she sensed your presence. Crowley opened his eyes to see you standing there he couldn’t help but actually laugh as he thought ‘God is enjoying this little game’ but as you stepped forward they moved back not knowing how you could be alive despite all logic ‘You literally fell from heaven without wings!’. Crowley shook her head and moved to take the drink of the holy water, not wanting to indulge in Gods little games. They took a sip waiting for the searing pain, to feel their insides burn only for nothing to happen to see you rushing forward, they grabbed the bottle of scotch throwing it at you hoping it would pass through you as he thought you were a mere hallucination but you dodged just in time before rushing over to him “Crowley” you took the thermos from them “y-yo-you did-didn’t” you looked into the thermos before looking at a drunk beyond belief Crowley.

Your eyes, so familiar and kind but they held a mixture of concern and compassion as they met his. As you reached out, your fingers brushed against Crowley's cheek, a jolt of realness coursed through him. The touch was so vivid, so touchable, that it erased any lingering doubts. Crowley's eyes searched yours, searched for the truth they longed to find. "wh-why did you do this?" you asked, your voice soft yet urgent, as if trying to bridge the gap between past and present. Crowley felt a rush of emotions welling up within herself, a mixture of relief, confusion, and a lingering sense of vulnerability. They smiled, a smile that held the weight of years of pain and longing. "I didn't know if you were real" Crowley admitted, their voice carrying the raw honesty of someone who had been pushed to their limits. "The last few weeks I've spent drowning in doubts, in memories that felt like they were slipping through my fingers." his grip on your sweater tightened, as if to ground themselves in the reality. Crowley's gaze dropped, her fingers tracing patterns on the fabric of your sweater. "I thought I was losing my mind, that I was trapped in some sort of twisted dream. And I... I couldn't bear the thought of being alone, of never seeing you again." The vulnerability in their words was visible, a confession of the depths to which he had sunk in his desperation to hold you again.

You were left speechless, Crowley never showed such raw emotions. Yes, they shared what they were feeling but never did he cry in front of you. Crowley had looked up at you again, their eyes glistened with tears as they stained his cheeks “but I’m here now” you whispered trying your best not cry, you had to hold yourself strong so you could reassure crowley that you were indeed real. Crowley’s voice trembled “yes, you are here now, and I... I don't know how to process it. I want to believe, more than anything, but I'm so scared that this is just another cruel trick up God’s sleeve” In that moment, Crowley felt like a wounded soul, caught between the promise of a second chance and the fear of having their heart shattered all over again.

As Crowley's emotions swirled like a hurricane of uncertainty, you looked at her with such tenderness, your voice carried the weight of the connection between the two of you as you whispered “Crowley, look at me. Feel the warmth of my touch. Can you doubt the reality of this moment, when every fibre of your being responds to my presence? Me being here isn’t a twisted trick or a cruel joke. I’m here, with you, by you” Your thumbs brushed away the tears on Crowley’s cheeks. “I’m not a mirage, nor a shadow of the past. I'm right here, by your side.” You reassured them again “Every moment we've shared, every laughter and tear, they're all real, Crowley” Crowley's vulnerability melted in the warmth of your words, their eyes fixed on yours as if seeking solace in the depths of your existence.

As Crowley gradually sobered up, an unspoken question hung in the air, creating a noticeable tension. However, you refrained from addressing it, fearing that he might notice the missing fragment within you. You didn't want him to realize that you were missing a piece of yourself. Amidst their sniffles and a sore throat from weeks of silence, their own voice was shaky yet determined “Angel,” she began “if you were here all along, why…why didn’t you come here sooner?” you looked away from Crowley, a complex web of emotions swirling within you. Confronting the truth of your own feelings seemed daunting, almost unbearable “Raphael… please, tell me.” The name hit you like a ton of bricks. Crowley had never addressed you by that name before, except once, a millennia ago. It carried a weight of history and intimacy that was rare between you two, he usually called you angel or some other term of endearment. “That's not... not my name anymore” you admitted, your voice heavy with the weight of your confession. “I'm... I'm a fallen angel, Crowley. A wingless, fallen angel.”

A mixture of empathy and disbelief crossed Crowley's features. She could sense the self-disgust that had seeped into your words. “I'm a fallen angel too” she softly replied. “Yet, you don't hate me. So, why harbour this hatred for yourself?” Their fingers gently tilted your chin, coaxing you to meet their gaze. However, you turned your eyes away, the intensity of your self-loathing making it impossible to hold his gaze. You started to speak, but your voice quivered, causing you to pause. With a determined shake of your head, you silenced yourself, the words caught in your throat. "You—," you began to say, only to halt as your voice wavered once more. Collecting your thoughts, you continued, "You are just a fallen angel, Crowley. But I… I don't have my wings. I lack possibly the only thing I ever liked about my—myself." You sighed as your voice cracked before continuing “I thought you’d hate me…you’d hate the fact I am broken now. After all an angel without their wings is a laughing stock” The vulnerability in your words struck Crowley deeply. She found it hard to reconcile the image of you, the being she had cherished and admired, with the anguish you were currently wrestling with. Her heart ached, realizing the extent of your inner turmoil, her own feelings welled up inside her.

As Crowley gazed upon you, their eyes softened with a warmth that could melt away the heaviest burdens. A gentle smile tugged at the corners of their lips, a mixture of affection and understanding radiating from their very being. With a gentle touch he cupped your cheek, guiding your gaze back to meet his “listen to me, my dear” Crowley's voice held a soothing rhythm, like a lullaby meant to comfort troubled souls. Something that was so rare for their voice, for Crowley herself “I've seen you through eons, through highs and lows, through darkness and light. Wings or no wings, that doesn't define who you are, what makes you, well, you, goes beyond physical forms and celestial titles.” Crowley could still see the doubt in your eyes as he smiled before he continued “Your kindness, your strength, and your very essence – that's what drew me to you in the first place.” Her thumb brushed away a stray tear that had escaped your eye like you had done for her. Their gentle smile seemed to radiate a kind of tenderness that only they could offer “And believe me, my love, if there's one thing I've come to understand, it's that love transcends all. I've loved you for who you are, for your heart, your spirit, your essence. The wings were just a beautiful accessory to the magnificent soul that you are. So, don't you see? You are cherished, and you are loved – wingless, fallen, or whatever you might be. And as long as I'm here, you'll never face this journey alone. We'll rebuild together, in our own way, with love as our guide.”

In that moment, amidst the fragility of your emotions and the weight of your confessions, a connection tightened between you and Crowley. It was a connection built upon shared struggles, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, you were not alone. And as you both sat there on the floor of Crowley’s well your shared apartment, grappling with your insecurities, a glimmer of understanding sparked, promising the possibility of healing and acceptance.

i hope you all enjoy this, and i hope you all have a good day/night

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Scar Tissue (Good Omens One-Shot)

Aziraphale x FTM!Reader / requests are open

Summary: It's been one year since your top surgery.

Fic type: fluff

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A year. One whole year. Three hundred and sixty-five days. That’s how long it’s been since you had your top surgery.��

It had been a long time coming and amidst family members worrying that it was a waste of money or that you would change your mind or regret it in ten years, Aziraphale had been a breath of fresh air. 

You’d clung to him when you’d mentioned casually that you’d booked in and he’d answered that comment with praise and excitement for you. He was the first to respond to you with genuine joy and not concern. 

He took you to your surgery- or rather he came with you because he didn’t have a car, and he waited for you to wake up. When you did, you’d caught him reading Pride and Prejudice for what you were pretty sure was the seventieth time. 

“My dear, are you up?” You hear, and the honey-smooth sound of his voice breaks you out of your memories. Aziraphale appears over your shoulder in the floor-length mirror and he gives you a soft smile. Your fingers trail over your chest and the soft bumps of your scarring. 

Aziraphale clocks the movement, and presses a kiss to your shoulder. 

“You know I like to see you shirtless, my dear, but I might be a little unsure how the theatre will take to it,” he teases, eyeing you appreciatively up and down. You snort, turning to wrap your hands around his neck in a tender embrace.

“Do you know what day it is?” You ask, and Aziraphale crinkles his face in that unamused way he sometimes does when he doesn’t realise you know that he knows what you’re talking about. 

“I believe today is the anniversary of your procedure,” he answers with a soft nod. “Do correct me if I am wrong, however,” he added. 

You nod, and a grin splits over your lips. You can’t help it. Aziraphale’s expression catches the bug, and he’s then grinning too. He walks you back to the bed, and when your knees hit the frame, you sit down, leaning back with your arms propped behind you. 

“I was so proud, do you remember?” He asks, trailing a warm finger over your cheek. “And my, aren’t you handsome? I’ve heard some humans don’t care for scars- but yours are stunning. Breathtaking.” 

His lips trail your jaw, down your neck and over your chest. He presses a feather-light kiss to the top of one of your scars, and the soft tickle causes you to suck in a breath. 

“To be so brave, and so true to yourself, my love. It’s- the truest we can be to God, do you agree?” 

You suppose that’s true enough. 

“You were incredibly brave, my handsome warrior and the trials have certainly paid off. Why- I can see you in a Greek painting. You would certainly suit the style.” 

You have to bite back a laugh as he caresses a soft finger over the scar. He presses more kisses to your skin, seeming to have forgotten about the movies. Not that you’d mind that. You were only really going to keep him company. What else were partners good for? 

You note a glint in his eye and make a mental note to dissuade him from trying to get a painting of you commissioned. Because he will, you can see it on his face. He’s thinking about it. 

“Alright, love,” you say, tapping his nose with the tip of your finger. “Come on, we’ll be late if we don’t go soon. Pick a sweater for me?”

Aziraphale steps away and peers at the two options you had sitting on the wardrobe handles. 

“I rather think the brown. It will match with my tartan, no?” 

You chew on your lip, adoration sweeping you off your feet for him. 

“Good choice.”

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This my first time writing on tumblr but I have other work on Wattpad

I will write- smut,fluff,sad,death ex…. 

I will do character/reader male (favorite),female,Mtf and Ftm and nonbinary

I do charter x reader or charter x charter can be with whoever fxf mxm mxf

Naruto-All

MHA- dabi and shiggy

Slashers- Michael Myers, Jason, ghost face, the collector, leather face, Tommy 

Walking dead-darrell, Rick,Michonne ,negen,Maggie

Once upon a time-All

Good Oman-Aziraphale and Crowley

Hazben hotel-All

Helva boss- All

Marvel-All

D.C-All

[ourownsideimagines]

In a Field of Roses, My Petals Were Always Blue (Aziraphale x FTM!Reader x Crowley)

Characters: Male!Reader (FTM), Aziraphale, Crowley

Requested: Yes

Requested by: Anon

Point of View: Second Person

Warnings: Some Trandphobic asshole making comments, I may have cussed, and minimal editing

Words: 913

A/N: N/A

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Shopping for clothes had never been much fun in the past. You’d only been out as transgender for a little over three months, meaning that you’d always gotten women's pants, or women's t-shirts (you know, the kind that widen the bust and shrink the waist). Finally being out had been exhilarating, and you’d finally found time to go clothes shopping with your partners Aziraphale and Crowley.

The three of you browsed separately, and the boys would approach you every few minutes with clothes they thought you might like. So far you’d gathered a few sets of jeans, a handful of graphic t-shirts, more comfortable underwear, and a new jacket.

You were looking at belts when it all started to feel like it was going down hill. You heard shuffling and looked up, expecting to see one of your partners, but instead caught the eyes of an older woman. It seemed fine at first. She smiled. You smiled back. You continued looking for belts.

Then, she spoke.

“It’s so nice of you,” She began, catching your attention. “Helping those gentlemen pick out clothes.” She was looking at the belts on the other side of the rack. “I know how tiring it is to pick out clothes for my son, I can’t imagine picking out clothes for picky old men.” Your blood ran cold. Do you tell her?

“They’re, uh,” No, you decided. You weren’t gonna hide. You didn’t need to - it wasn’t right. “They’re actually for me.” You said. The woman’s smile dropped.

“Honey, you realize you’re in the men’s section, right?” Her voice, originally playful, was now icy. “The women’s section is on the other side of the store.”

“I think I’m right where I need to be, miss.” You replied, taking a belt off the rack. The woman frowned. “After all, men belong in the men’s section.”

“Honey, why would you do this to yourself?” She sighed. “You’re such a pretty girl, you should keep it that way.”

“Except I’m not a girl.” You clench your fists, throwing the belt into the cart. You were preparing to walk away.

“Yes, honey, you are.” She replied. “You’re just confused.” She marched over to your cart and took the belt, and spoke as she began to hang it back up. “Come with me. You just need a woman’s touch, I’ll find you a nice dress to wear.” You gaped at her audacity.

“I think I’m perfectly fine right where I am.” You snapped. She turned to you with a hard glare.

“No, sweetheart, you’re not.” She blocked your reach for the belt rack. “Because everyone knows the women's section is for women and the men’s section is for men.” She jabbed a finger at you, about to speak again when an arm wrapped around you.

“If only men are meant to be in the men's section, I think it’s you who should be leaving.” Crowley hissed out as he pulled you to his side. You could see the woman’s face turning red in anger. “I think it’s about time you stopped harassing my boyfriend and got back to shopping for your kids.” It looked like the women was about to argue, but then Aziraphale arrived with a nice red sweater.

“(Name), my dear, what do you think of this? I saw it on the ‘clearance’ rack, and thought you might like it.” When he looked up finally he realized the situation. “Oh, uh, is something wrong?” He gazed between you and the woman, noting Crowley's protective stance.

“Absolutely sir-” Crowley cut the woman off.

“No, angel, nothing wrong, this lovely woman was just about to get back to shopping and leave us alone.” You watched as his words danced around the woman’s head, and her eyes glazed over, the expression of anger dropping. She began to mutter to herself unintelligibly before moving back over to her cart and disappearing further into the men's section. Once she was out of sight you felt like you could breathe again.

“What in heaven’s name was that?” Aziraphale asked, worry still evident both in his voice and on his face.

“Just an early morning, close-minded idiot.” Crowley said, moving his arm up around your shoulders. He pulled you into him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You gladly welcomed the affection.

“Oh,” Aziraphale said, suddenly realizing what was going on. “Oh, dear, are you alright?” He asks softly, coming to stand in front of you. You smile at him, though it’s shaky, and nod slowly.

“I am now.” You tell him. You gently take the sweater from him and examine it. You press a kiss to his cheek. “I love it.” You tell him as you put it in the cart. “I love you. Both of you.”

“Awe, but you love me more.” Crowley jokes, earning a playful glare from Aziraphale. Crowley chuckles, pulling Aziraphale over and planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Silly boys.” You laugh. “Come on, I think I’ve got enough for now. Let’s check out and get something to eat? I saw a sushi place over by Starbucks.” Aziraphale’s eyes light up at the idea.

“Oh, yes, that sounds lovely.” He grins. Crowley slings an arm over the Angel’s shoulder, but says nothing.

For the rest of the day, Crowley and Aziraphale made sure to keep your mind off of what happened, and by the time you returned home you’d forgotten it almost completely. You couldn’t have asked for better partners.

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Link to my Master Masterlist

Crowley x Female Reader: 

Shying Away (Crowley x Angel!Reader)

Told You So  (Crowley x Angel-ish!Reader)

Forgotten (Crowley x Angel!Reader)

Crowley x Male Reader:

No Time 

Crowley x FTM Reader:

Crowley Finds Harmony 

Crowley x Gender Neutral Reader:

Anxiety

Comfort 

Crowley’s Hissy Fit 

Crowley’s Hissy Fit Pt. 2 

Exasperating Pet Names 

Eyes 

Imitation

Recovering

Seen 

Story Time 

Turned Tables (Platonic?)

You Matter 

Poly with Aziraphale:

Armageddon Puts a Strain on Things Doesn’t It? (CrowleyxAziraphalexFemale Reader)

Blue on the Fourth of July (CrowleyxAziraphalexAmerican Female Reader)

One Chaotic Angel (Platonic CrowleyxAziraphalexFemale Angel!Reader) 

[fly-flower-fanfics]

🏳️‍🌈Masterlist🏳️‍🌈

Angst-💔

Smut-🌺

Fluff-💜

Drabble-✨

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Marvel:

Peter Parker

Lost Memories - 💜

Drunken Kisses - 💜

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Loki

Crafts and Kisses - 💜

Silky Smooth - 💜

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Bruce Banner

Change Me - 💔💜

Sleepless Nights - 💜

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Steve Rogers

Hope - 💔💜

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Bucky Barnes

Never Again - 💔💜

Welcome Home - 💜

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Good Omens:

Crowley

Notebook Pages - 💔💜

Since We’re Alone - 💜

Taste The Sunrise - 💜

Oh No - 💜

Starlit Secrets - ✨💜

Late Night Whispers - ✨💜

I Knew You - 💔

Stolen Touches - 💔💜

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Aziraphale

Life After You - 💔

Betrayed - 💔💜

Should You Really Do That? - 💜✨

Bookshop Studies - 💜

Just....Friends... - 💜

Teach Me - 🌺

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Doctor Who:

Eleven

Did You Just...? - 💜

Love And Sickness - 💔💜

Except You - 💜

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Ten

Walking In The Wind - 💔 (Pt 1)

Here Comes The Sun - 💜 (Pt 2)

Hands Off - 💜

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Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Let Go - 💔

Miscommunicated Love - 💜

You Never Said - 💔

Just A Kiss Goodnight - 💜

Book Thief - 💜

Panicked Truth - 🌺💜

Binding Secrets - 💔💜

Buzz Off - ✨💜

In Due Time - 💜

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Harry Potter/FBAWTFT:

Credence Barebone

Time and Time Again - 💔

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - 💜

Don’t You Dare - 💔

Please Never Leave - 💔💜

Live Again - 💔💜

Christmas Carols - 💜

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Draco Malfoy

Start Again - 💔

Broken - 💔🌺

Because I Love You! - 💔💜

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The Perks Of Being A Wallflower:

Patrick

Mercy - 💔

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The Arcana:

Julian

Just For Tonight - 💔🌺

Death Do Us Part - 💔💜

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My Hero Academia

Hizashi Yamada (Present Mic)

Bandaged Up - 💔💜

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Shouta Aizawa

Cherry Blossoms - 🌺💜💔

For The Love Of God - 💜

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Miscellaneous

Imperfectly Perfect ~ Aziraphale x Crowley x Male Reader - 💜

[we-dont-have-a-side-anymore]

Of Birthdays And Binders

Ship: Agender!Aziraphale x Genderfluid!Crowley x FtM!Reader

Content Warning: Gender dysphoria, mention of transphobia, reader had been disowned and kicked out prior to the story (brief mention, but might as well throw it out there.)

Summary: His birthday, and only two people cared. Not even people, two beings cared. No people. Don’t question why a legal adult with his own apartment can’t afford a new binder...? Convenient plot device. This can be read as FtM OR masc!nb. I use he/him the whole time.

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He woke up alone. Not only in the literal sense of being alone in bed, but no one had made any attempts to contact him. The street was unusually quiet too. It was like the one day where he wanted to be surrounded by people, he was…

Alone.

His second alarm rang, and he rolled himself off of his bed and onto his pile of plush pillows. His phone buzzed. Twice. Reaching for his phone, he yawned, expecting it to be a notification from Twitter or Instagram. So naturally, it wasn’t.

It was two texts.

‘Hello, darling! Happy birthday! I have a surprise for you, so if you could pop on by the bookshop at noon, that would be lovely. I love you, (y/n)!’ Azi’s texts never failed to make him wiggle with joy. They were full of gentle, affectionate words, oh so different from what he was accustomed to.

‘Someone told me it was my favorite baby goat’s birthday today. <3 So I figured I’d stop by in 30. You don’t need to do anything, just be in your flat. Love you, handsome ;)’ If someone walked up to (y/n) and said that the demon Crowley invented emoticons, he would believe it. Nonetheless, his texts were always flattering and made him feel appreciated.

He sent them both a heart emoji, and went to get dressed. Dressing didn’t really require much effort. He slept in his clothes, with the noteable exception of his old, beat up binder.

He had bought it in secret when he was sixteen years old. Had it shipped to his friend’s house, and paid for it with his birthday money. He almost got away with it, too, until his parents walked in on him washing it.

They were quick to start yelling at him. Calling him a sinner, a disgrace. They told him that if he was going to be a tranny, that he would do it far, far away from them.

So he packed his duffel bag, bought the cheapest ticket to London that he could find, and he left Massachusetts for good. Cut all ties with his blood relatives, and texted his friends goodbye.

Now, four years later, he had two loving boyfriends, and his life was getting back on track. Every weekday he worked a nine to five job at a diner, which paid just enough to pay rent, buy food, and pay his cell phone bill. He had some money set away for education, and medical expenses. But he still only had his old, beat up binder. It didn’t bind very well anymore, it was so stretched out. He couldn’t really afford to spend so much on one thing, no matter how happy it would make him. Money was tight, but what did he expect, being a high school dropout? He would give anything to have completed high school back in his hometown, but life didn’t work in his favor.

He sighed and shrugged it on, then pulled his oversized T-shirt back on. Five minutes until Crowley said he would arrive. Then, three knocks. Quick, sharp raps on the thin plaster door. (Y/n) rushed to open the door, and his boyfriend blew the birthday song on a tacky kazoo.

He laughed and opened the door wider so that the redhead could step in, playfully slapping his ass as he sauntered towards the couch.

“Happy birthday, hot stuff!” Crowley smirked, the pointed tips of his tongue showing slightly. He pulled out a small box. There was wrapping paper on it, but he could hardly call it wrapped. An attempt at wrapping was most likely made, but that’s really the extent of it. “I think you’re gonna like this.”

(Y/n)’s eyes softened. “Oh, you really didn’t have to.”

The look on Crowley’s fact could only be described as offended. “Oh, baby goat, I know I didn’t have to. But I wanted to. It’s your twentieth birthday, and the first birthday since we started dating. This is special. Now, take the box and open it, hm?”

He laughs and grabs the box, pulling it sharply and sending the demon flying into (y/n)’s arms. “I love you, my love.”

The tape was slowly peeled off, and the box flaps popped open. Inside was a full-tank, nude binder. In his size.

He stared in silent shock, eyes wide and teary. “Oh my God.” He pinched himself twice, before tackling his boyfriend into the old couch. He tenderly kissed the tip of his nose, smiling widely. “You got me a new binder. You actually got me a new binder. Oh my goodness.”

Crowley ruffled his hair affectionately. “Well? Go try it on!” His smile only got wider as (y/n) sprinted into the bathroom to put it on. After a couple minutes of silence, (y/n) yelled from the bathroom.

“Erm...sweetheart, darling, sweetcheeks, pretty boy, love, sexy ass, hottie, aha, erm…” he trailed off, and Crowley knew immediately that he had done something stupid. “How would you respond if I said I was stuck?”

Biting back a laugh, Crowley started walking towards the bathroom. “I’ll come help, hot stuff.”

He was indeed stuck in the new binder. It had been quite a long time since he had put on something so tight, and while he was euphoric, he had forgotten how difficult it was. Most of the binder was on properly, except for his arms. Somehow, he managed to get his arms stuck along his torso, and it was too tight for him to wiggle them out. Crowley’s face scrunched in a snicker that was met with an indignant pout.

“Oh poo, love.” He sticks his tongue out, and attempts to cross his arms (this doesn’t go well).

Crowley mock gasps. “So you don’t want my help?” Immediately, (y/n)’s eyes switch into a very persuasive puppy dog impression.

“Please?” He wriggles pathetically, in an attempt to invoke sympathy. “Pretty please?”

Crowley deadpans. “The physical appearance of the please has no effect on me.” But with a snap of his fingers, (y/n)’s arms were through the proper place, and he wasn’t stuck anymore.

Immediately, he ran up to the demon and tackled him. The twenty year old peppered his face with gentle pecks until he was breathless, finally pulling away to bury his head in Crowley’s shoulder. “Thank you, Crowley. Thank you so much.”

They spent the next couple hours cuddling on the couch, spooning with Crowley whispering sweet nothings to his boyfriend. Before they knew it, it was a few minutes to noon. Crowley pulled him up, and snapped his fingers. Instead of being in a small, musty flat, they were standing in an alleyway next to an even mustier bookshop.

A. Z. Fell & Co. Antiquarian and Unusual Books. Where his other darling boyfriend lived. As the clock struck noon, Crowley burst into the bookshelf and held the door open for his more timid boyfriend.

His eyes lit up when he saw a cake, and three mugs of cocoa. By no means was it small, in fact, it was the size of a traditional wedding cake. Large and extravagant. Aziraphale burst out of the back room and jogged over to his boyfriends. “Oh, happy birthday my darling boy!” He reached over (y/n)’s shoulder and pulled him into a tender hug and kiss on the top of the head. “Now come, else the cocoa will get cold.”

The three of them sat at the table. The angel pulled out a daintily wrapped, but rather large package. It was covered in a creamy white paper, and tied with little blue bows. Crowley nudged (y/n), prompting the boy to blush and tug the box from his boyfriend’s hand. “Gosh, you guys, you really shouldn’t have done all of this stuff.” He carefully untied all of the bows, and peeled the tape away. Everything was perfectly intact, except Crowley’s patience. “Honest, I don’t deserve any o-” (Y/n)’s eyes widened as Crowley leaned over and kissed the human until he had to pull away for air.

Wordlessly, the redhead poked the brown box, and his boyfriend got the message. He opened the box eagerly, and his eyes widened once again. Tears welled in his eyes and an infectious smile spread across his face. The box fell to the floor as a trans flag emerged.

Aziraphale’s eyes closed in a giddy giggle. “Look in the box again!” His bright eyes opened, and it was clear that watching (y/n) open gifts brought him joy. He did what he was told, picking the box up, only to drop it again.

“Oh, wow!” He cooed, awestruck. A hand-knit throw blanket, that doubled as a rainbow pride flag. “Oh, I love it! Did you-?”

Aziraphale cut him off with an excited hug. “Oh, I did hope that you would like it! I learned how to knit right before we began courting, and the day we, er, performed coitus, I knew exactly what to do!”

Crowley’s mouth dropped. “You didn’t use miracles? When you said you were going to make a blanket for him, I didn’t think you would spend a year making it.” Aziraphale blushed, and twiddled his thumbs. (Y/n) kissed both their cheeks lightly.

“I love you two, so much. I don’t deserve you, honestly.” He tugged them over to the plush couch and threw the blanket over the trio. Safe, warm, and happy. Just how life should be.

[crackheadwhohashadenough]

𝑯𝒆𝒚 𝑰'𝒎 𝑵𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒍, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆

𝑰 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆/𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒔/𝒑𝒐𝒄/𝟏𝟕

𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 (@𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆)

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𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒕

⊷ 𝕚𝕗 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕡0𝕣𝕟 𝕓𝕠𝕥

⊷ 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕔, 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕔, 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥, 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤, 𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕚𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕝

⊷ 𝕀 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 :)

⊷ 𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕚𝕞 𝕒 𝕘𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕚'𝕝𝕝 𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕗𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕝𝕪

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𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒇𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 :|

[ourownsideimagines]

Reese’s Good Omens One-Shot Masterlist

If a story has no gender/other indicator beside it, it is made to be read by anybody (the others are as well, if you don’t care about the use of pronouns)

Aziraphale x reader (Romantic)

Anger Comes In Many Forms

The Tune Of My Heart (Fem!Reader)

Neither Half of Me Can Put Into Words How Much I Adore You (Nephilim!Reader)

I’m Standing Where the Lightning Strikes (fem!reader)

A Little Spring Preening

Il Mange Des Crêpes (Fem!French!reader)

Say That You Believe (Crowley’s Sister!Reader, Monster Hunter AU)

Turning Page (Angel!Reader)

Ends of the Earth (Fallen Angel!Reader)

My Cheeks are Red, but so are Yours (fem!reader)

Be My Pillow in the Night Time (fem!reader)

The Function of a Rubber Duck (Hufflepuff!Reader, Hogwarts AU)

A Sea of Color Across the Sky (Angel!Reader)

Crowley Knows Best (Human AU, Pregnant Reader)

Aziraphale x reader (Platonic)

None

Crowley x Reader (Romantic)

Salt

Doomsday (Fem!Reader)

Around The Corner (Fem!Reader)

If Wings Could Speak, Yours Would Be Screaming (Fem!Reader)

Hide My Wings Tonight (Part 1, fem!Angel!Reader, Brother!Aziraphale)

Let’s Wreak Havoc (Cambion!Reader)

You Owe Me $666 For All the Sunglasses I’ve Bought (Soulmate AU)

Ancient History (Dead!Reader, Drunk!Crowley)

Fear of the Snek (fem!Reader)

Bubbles 

Here We Go Again (Short!Fem!Reader)

All I Ask of You (Fem!Witch!Reader)

Twisted Turn of Events (Tangled!AU, Fem!Reader)

Spin Me Around Until the Earth Falls Away (fem!Reader)

They Say You Can’t Go Home Again, but I Found Home In You (fem!Angel-ish!reader)

More of a Man Than You’ll Ever Be (FTM!Reader)

The Eye of the Storm (Fem!College Student!Reader)

Let’s Watch Movies Until Our Brains Melt Away

How To Keep a Secret for Less Than 24 Hours (Pregnant!Fem!Witch!Reader)

Prepare for War Against Mother Nature (Fem!Reader)

Be The Best Thing to Ever Happen to Me (Fem!reader)

Do You See the Way I Look at You? (Hufflepuff!Reader, Hogwarts AU)

Don’t Turn Your Eyes Away From Me (Artist!Reader)

A Gift From the Heart (Artist!Reader)

Stressed, Depressed, but Well Dressed (Gothic!Lolita!Fiancée!Reader)

Will You Love Me As I Am, Even If I Cannot? (Genderfluid!Human!Fem!Crowley) 

Hit Me With Your Car, Then Hit Me With Some Feelings (Fem!Device!Reader)

Love A Working Woman (Fem!Reader)

Crowley x Reader (Platonic)

Say That You Believe (Sister!Reader, Monster Hunter AU)

The Audience is Dead (Ballet Dancer!Reader)

Anathema x Reader (Romantic):

The Angel on Your Shoulder (Angel!Reader)

Anathema x Reader (Platonic):

N/A

Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley (Romantic)

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

At the Center of Conflict, You Are Our Light (NB!Phoenix!Reader)

In a Field of Roses, My Petals Were Always Blue (FTM!Reader)

Mortal Lungs (Male!reader, Unrequited Love)

Daily Doodles (Soulmate AU)

Who Wants To Be Queen (Queen-To-Be!Reader)

Personal Affairs (Genderqueer!Reader, Pre-Relationship)

As Far as Birthday’s Go, This One Does Not (fem!reader)

Strange Things Lurk In the Dark (Sorcerer!Reader. pre-relationship)

The Fear of Parenting (Phoenix!Reader)

More of You to Love

The Game is On (Male!Reader, pre-relationship)

Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley (Platonic)

You Can’t Fix Me, I’m Not Broken (Brother!Aziraphale, best friend!Crowley, Fem!Asexual!Reader)

KISSING PROMPT DRABBLES:

Crowley: 2 - 3 - 4 - 6 - 8 - 11 - 12&13

Aziraphale: 7 - 10 - 12 - 13 - 15

LAST UPDATED: 1/14/2020

[ourownsideimagines]

More of a Man Than You’ll Ever Be (Crowley x FTM!Reader

Characters: Crowley, FTM!Reader, some random trans/homophobic douchebag

Requested: Yes 

Requested by: @rionimagines

Point of View: Second Person

Summary: When (name) is out with his boyfriend, Crowley, some douchebag decides he needs to input his opinion on (name)’s life. 

Warnings: unwanted advances from a random douchebag onto the reader, transphobic + homophobic comments from said random douchebag. A bunch of cursing as well

Words: 811

A/N: I had like three different ideas for this and for some reason this is what I got- Also I am so sorry I have NO idea how medically transitioning works oops-

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You were meant to be having a nice day out with your boyfriend, Crowley. Some casual window shopping, and a walk around St. James’ park - he’d even hinted at taking you out to eat. The two of you had been standing, watching the ducks for a few minutes when Crowley spoke up.

“How about some ice cream?” He suggested, his arm resting around your waist.

“We haven’t even had dinner yet,” You said with a light laugh.

“Is that a no?” He wiggled his eyebrows at you. You glanced back at the cart and thought for a moment.

“Can I have a cone?” You asked.

“You can have anything you want.” Crowley smirked. He leaned down to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Be back in a minute.” Crowley struted towards the cart, leaving you alone by the lake. You’d been to St. James’ Park on many occasions - in fact, it had been where you met Crowley. You’d been up in a tree, trying to grab a kite a young girl had accidentally flown into the branches when you’d lost your footing and fell, right on top of the demon actually.

It had been a rather rocky start. This was when you’d just begun to transition physically, and even though you’d been on T for a number of months your voice had barely changed at all. You’d been so flustered and tongue tied that you hadn’t even gotten his name.

But that didn’t exactly matter, because over the next year you’d gotten to know him better than you’d known anyone - it was around month eight of your friendship that he’d finally asked you out, and now here the two of you were. You were still on your way to a full transition, and Crowley was there through all of the tough times, as was Aziraphale (who, though you didn’t know, had been the one to finally convince Crowley to ask you out).

Today was one of your good days. Your dysphoria was at a low, and you’d felt more yourself than you had in quite a long time.

A pair of arms wrapped around your middle, and you smiled to yourself.

“Crowley, did you forget-”

“Who’s Crowley, love?” Your blood ran cold, the unfamiliar voice extremely close to your ear. You let out a small yelp, and tore yourself away from the strange man, who looked like he may have been drunk, or at last a bit tipsy. “Awe, c’mon, don’t be like that.” He stumbled forward a few steps, of which you quickly backed away. He held out a hand to touch your face, but you took another step back. “Such a,” He hiccuped. “Pretty, pretty gir-”

“Leave me alone,” You snapped, your arms wrapping instinctively around yourself. “I don’t know who the bloody hell you think you are, but leave me alone.”

“Oh, c’mon, don’t be like that.” He pouted. “Such a curvy-”

“Shut up,” You snapped. “I’m not a,” You took a deep breath. “I’m not a girl, and you can go screw yourself-”

“(Name), love, what’s going on?” Crowley was at your side suddenly, arm coming up around you. Despite his eyes being covered by his sunglasses, you could read the anger all over his face. You shrunk into him. “Is this,” He scrunched up his nose. “Man bothering you?”

“And who the fuck are you,” The drunken man looked up at Crowley, who stood a little less than a foot taller than him, and pursed his lips. “I’m just tryin to have a conversation with this lad-”

“Except he isn’t a lady,” Crowley hisses. “My boyfriend and I are trying to enjoy a lovely day together, so if you could kindly piss off, this might end well for you.” The man ignored Crowley’s words, and advanced on him instead, jabbing him in the best with a shaky finger.

“This doesn’t concern you, you stick-lookin motherfucker.” He said. “How about you go back to whatever closet you crawled out of and screw-” You screwed your eyes shut as Crowley lurched forward, and though you heard the screams, you knew that no one else would even turn their head. You kept them closed until Crowley’s arm returned around your shoulders, turning you away and guiding you forward. You let your eyes open, slightly surprised to find that Crowley was using his free hand to hold out a cone to you.

“C’mon,” He said a bit too calmly. “You finish that up, and then you and I are gonna have a lovely meal at (favorite restaurant).” You carefully took the cone, which was topped with your favorite flavor of ice cream, and despite the nerves that had gathered in your chest, you smiled gently.

“Thank you, Crowley.” You murmured. He drew you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Anything for you, my love. Anything.”