#Crowley x Azirphale x reader

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You Go Down Like Holy Mary ♥️

Pairing: Sub Azirphale x fem dom reader x Dom Crowley !

TW: p in v, use of “good boy”, car sex, slightly religious themes, panty play, swearing and not proofread.

Inspired by and slightly based upon “Mary on A Cross” by Ghost!

if you don’t like it, don’t read it!

“Oh my!” Fell from Azirphales soft lips as he stood frozen in the semi crowded room. Crowley stood next to him with a shit eating grin on his face while leaning against the angels shoulder. “Are you sure she’s here!! This place is just…”

“A pool of sin?” Crowley hissed pulling the angels arm across the room until they were front and center sitting to get the best view possible. The two of them sat waiting , Azirphale sat nervously because how could you be in a place like this ? This is not where an innocent little girl like you should be at. Crowley on the other hand knew exactly what you were doing. He had caught you the other night but you never knew. You were two different people in one. A sweet innocent one in the day and at night ? You had a little demon on your shoulder controlling you and your luxury lifestyle.

The two of them always spoiled you with love , care, gifts and pleasure. Each of them had their own way with you one on one at times. Other times the three of you became one and sometimes you sat back watched them devour each other. It was perfect harmony.

Crowley wiped his hand on his pants before he grabbed Azirphales knee and squeezed making the Angel jump.

“Oh come on Angel, it’s not like you haven’t seen a peep show before, remember back in 1941? The magic show…”

“That was different! Our girl wasn’t apart of it!”

“She wasn’t even born yet!” Crowley pinched his nose before he kissed the angel on his cheek.

Before either of them could get a word in, the room went dark , the crowd hushed and the music started. You stepped out on the stage with a long black cloak that covered your heels that clicked along the stage. Your lips were a sparkly shade of red that glistened when the light hit them just right. Both Crowley and Azriphale leaned forward as you came closer dropping the black fabric along the way to reveal the white lingerie with the rhinestone studded crosses where your tits are.

Azriphale felt the wind get knocked out of him. He couldn’t believe his eyes! You! You were the one on stage swinging your hips in such a seductive way.

“You go down just like holy Mary…” you dropped down onto your knees and crawled towards the two of them. It wasn’t hard to spot your angel and demon , they stuck out pretty easily. It gave you goosebumps to see them but made your thighs clench together the closer you got to them. Crowley stuck out his tongue at you and hissed making you blow him a kiss. He tilted his head as you blew a kiss to Azriphale who was still in shock but the growing excitement in his pants wasn’t hard to miss either.

You sat on your knees on the edge looking at them directly as you mouthed along with the song pointing at them curling your finger ever so slowly. “If you choose to run away with me I will tickle you internally and I see nothing wrong with that.”

Crowley lowered his sunglasses to look at you with those striking yellow eyes that made you weak. You lifted your head and pulled yourself back on to your feet before walking back to the pole in the middle of the stage and threw your legs around it tightly and swung yourself a little bit around it before sliding all the way back down. Azriphale stood up quickly and went to run for you but Crowley pulled him back down by his arm.

“She’s working, this is what she does! A little teasing never hurt anyone.” Crowley looked at the angel with the same eyes he just used on you and the two sat back down to watch you finish your set.

Once the lights went out you were quickly running back stage only to bump into Crowley, curse his demon powers.

“Sweet sweet girl, putting on quite the show aren’t you?” His hands rested on your hips while Azriphale stood behind him with blown eyes.

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” Your hand ran up Crowley chest making him grip on your hips. You let out a little groan before pulling him in for a kiss by his jacket. The two of you shared a deep kiss before a small throat clearing sound caught your attention.

“Don’t think I forgot about you, sweet angel.” You reached Azripahle and crashed your lips into his. His hands rested over Crowleys on your hips.

The Angel slowly pulled away from you.

“Bentley, now.” Crowley grabbed both of your hands. Yours in his right and Azriphale in his left as you charged out the back door with the two of you.

“Crowley are you sure we’re all going to fit?” You spoke up making him glare at you.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head.”

All three of you sat in the back seat not speaking a word for a minute.

“So… care to explain how and why your job is whatever I just watched ?!” Azripahle crossed his arms trying to be tough but it made you giggle.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it Angel… your mouth can say one thing …” your hand slid up his thigh. “But your body doesn’t lie.” Your hand reached the middle of his pants and gently squeezed the boner that was aching. A small moan left his lips. “Good boy.” You ran the tip of your tongue against the shell of his ear while keeping your hand between his legs. Azripahle couldn’t deny that was captivated and wanted to be your good boy.

“Why don’t you take care of the Angel tonight darling?” Crowley squeezed your ass cheek as he helped you climb onto Azripahles lap. “I think our good boy needs it.” He licked his lips watching you undo the buttons on the angles jacket.

“Please… I’ll be your good boy.” Azriphale panted as he felt you slowly grinding your hips against his.

“You’re always my good boy.” Your finger tips dragged down his jaw line before gripping it tightly so you could pull him closer and press your lips into his. A whine escaped his throat. “Now do what I say and I’ll let you cum tonight.” Your teeth bit down on his bottom lip making him let out a small yelp.

Crowley sat next to the two of you watching with lustful eyes. His own hand massaged his bulge in his leather pants. He watched how your lips left red lipstick stains on the angels throat down his chest and even on his white jacket! The two of you always placed nice together but watching you play both sweet and sour made Crowley beyond amazed because you really looked like you were from heaven but the acts you committed were devilish as sin.

“Oh my goodness.” Azriphale moaned out as you moved yourself against his bulge. You lifted your hips just enough to undo his pants and pulled out his cock.

“Oh sweet thing, you’re already leaking! Did you miss me that much? It’s only been two days since we made love!” You ran your hand over his cheek before he nodded. A smile appeared on your lips. Your free hand pulled your panties to the side making you shiver.

Crowley licked his lips when your scent filled the car. His hand reached over and ripped the fabric off with his sharp nails. A gasp left your lips watching him wrap the fabric in his hand.

Azriphale started thrusting his hips upwards wanting to put his cock inside of you. You gripped his throat making him freeze. “Eager little boy you are…” you sank down on his cock matching his facial expressions as you made it all the way down. “Fuck! Angel! So good!” You mumbled feeling his dick stretch you out. Azripahle whimpered below you holding your hips as you held onto his shoulders. You rolled your eyes back as you started bouncing up and down his cock moaning his name while he whimpered out your name.

The demon sat next to the two of you touching knees with the angel. His eyes focused on how you were riding the angel with your mouth hanging open letting all your pretty noises leave. Crowley had pulled out his dick and wrapped your wet panties around it to pump his dick. He couldn’t believe how well you were riding Azriphale even though he’s seen it so many times before. An angel fucking another angel ? How delightfully sinful!

“It feels so good!.” Azriphale was in heaven with how your pussy was nice, warm and wet around his hard cock. Your hands cupped his face while you picked up the speed of your hips and rode him harder. “Good boy! Such a good boy letting me fuck you’d like this.” You panted while looking in his eyes. Being your good boy made Azripahle weak in the knees because the way you said it was just delightful. “My good boy yes!” You pushed his head down so his face buried between your tits that we’re still covered by the corset. He was in heaven for sure! Your tits were always so warm and soft.

“My angels playing so nice together.” Crowley reached over and ran his fingers through Azriphales hair as he kissed your boobs. You watched this moment and it made you warm inside. It was hard to believe that the two creatures loved you as much as you loved them but it was true. “Look so good together.” Crowley praised as he fisted his cock faster.

“So warm.” Azripahle breathed out lifting his head from your tits and seen that look on your eyes. “You’re so close aren’t you?” He asked as he grabbed your hips and took over.

“Uh huh! OH FUCK!” You cried out as he reassured you on his cock and fucked hard into you making your hands drag along the fogged up window.

“That’s it Angel! Fuck her hard! Good boy.” Crowley praised the Angel as he felt his own orgasm building. Crowley watched how Azriphale squeezed you hard , pulled you chest to chest and fucked you so hard you could hear the wet sounds of your pussy squelching a mile away ! This was Crowleys heaven if there was such thing!

“Don’t stop please ! Such a good boy yes yes yes !” You were panting like a bitch in heat while looking down into Azriphales eyes. He couldn’t hold back anymore and came with a loud cry and tilt of the head going back. His orgasm had him shaking below you as he filled you up nice and deep.

A loud whine escaped you as your own orgasm hit. Your pussy clenched him hard making him quiver. “FUCK ! My sweet boy!” You pressed your lips messily against his to help you calm down from the high. A few second later the sound coming out of Crowley pulled the two of you out of it to look at the demon as his cum dribble out and all over your panties. Crowley shot his hips up spreading the cum all over the fabric before collapsing and raising his eyebrow. You tilted your head sideways before Crowley took the panties and shoved them into your mouth cum side first.

“Now that, that is a Holy Mary.” He hissed before laughing and petting your head. “You two stay back here and I’ll get us home in one piece.” Crowley kissed the angles forehead and then yours before making his way to the front. “And when we get home young lady… you had your fun but now it’s time for punishment since you decided to be bad and not tell us about this little Holy act as you claim it to be. No bad deed goes unpunished my dear and I’ll be damn sure about that!” Crowley looked back over his shoulder to see you curled up in Azripahle arms as the angel stroked your hair. It truly was a holy sight.

[readerofthebooks]

Hello, may I ask for a request? If it makes you uncomfortable please feel free to skip this and always make sure to put yourself first!!!

What about Crowley and Aziraphale with a reader who’s been struggling with self harm? They’ve been doing well but they’re going through a rough patch.

Of course! So I wasn’t sure if I meant for it to be romantic or not so I kind of made is so it could be interpreted either way.

Warnings: self harm, angst, suicidal thoughts (ish), depression and Crowley cuz he’s his own warning 😭

This will be set just after good omens season 2 however the metatron didn’t come and Crowley, azi and y/n live happily ( ish) ever after :)

You lived in the bookshop with Crowley and Aziraphale, having been kicked out of your flat after being unable to pay the rent after inflation. You had, had a really rough patch and had fallen into depression, this caused you to struggle to even get out of bed, this meant you had to take time off work to recover, this resulted in being paid less and not being able to pay rent.

So when aziraphale and Crowley found out, they invited you to live with them, you had known them for about 6 years now so you moved in with them. However, during this time, you still struggled with depression, which eventually spiraled into suicidal thoughts which caused you to start self harming, this was 2 years ago ( when you had moved in ), when aziraphale and Crowley found out, they helped you through it, Crowley giving you tough love about it “ Trying to kill yourself?! Well… that’s… no! That’s not on!’ He had said, which you later learned he had said before to another woman. Aziraphale however had been much kinder about it and had constantly been there with tea or even just for a chat.

Of course these things don’t fix depression, but they helped, eventually you got help from a doctor and started taking antidepressants.

For about 9 months, you were absolutely fine and everything was ok for you, however, you lost your job recently and it sent you back into a spiral, you ended up stopping taking your tablets and didn’t take care of yourself, you were grateful you lived with aziraphale and Crowley because otherwise you didnt know what you would do.

WARNING ⚠️: from here is the self harm, please do not read it if it’s triggering!

After a while, you began to think about ending your life, you had got it into your head that if your job didn’t want or need you, neither did Aziraphale or Crowley, you began wondering if you just burdened them.

That day you went to the bathroom and took out your razor, you pulled up your sleeve and took your razor to your arm, and began cutting, you gasped at first, as the razor created more marks over your healed scars, your eyes welled with tears but you continued, cutting your arms, almost as if punishing yourself for everything that had happened.

Suddenly there was a knock to the door and Crowley’s voice could be heard ‘ y/n? Are you alright? You’ve been in there for a long time! I need the loo!’

You gasped, almost as if just realized what you had been doing. ‘ c-coming! Just a minute!’ You stuttered out to the demon. You looked at the floor that was pooled in blood after your attack on your arms, you attempted to grab the towel to wipe it up, only for you to get it on your clothes.

The banging on the door from Crowley didn’t help, you began to panic which Crowley clearly heard through the door, his constant knocking stopped and he rushed off, coming back with Aziraphale.

‘Y/n?’ You heard Aziraphale’s soft voice come through the door ‘ are you alright? I’m going to come in…’ he said softly

Your eyes widened at this, ‘ NO! No don’t!’ You screamed through the door, not wanting them to see the mess you had made of yourself. However, it was too late, the door had been miraculously unlocked and the door swung open.

The angel and demon gasped at the sight, ‘oh my-‘ aziraphale muttered

Crowley for a second looked angry only for his anger to morph into sadness and pity. ‘ we talked about this…’ he mumbled

Tears flowing freely down your face, you began apologizing, ‘I’m so sorry! I didn’t- I- I promise I’ll clean up and-‘

Suddenly you were engulfed in a hug from the two of them, ‘don’t worry about the mess, we care about you’ the two told you.

After about 20 minutes, the mess was clean and your arms had been put into bandages, you were all now just sitting on the sofa cuddling.

‘Do you mind me asking, what brought it on?’ Crowley asked softly

You shrugged, ‘ everything I suppose… work firing me, then I got ideas into my head about being in your way… a-‘

At this, Aziraphale stopped you, ‘ in our way? Dear, you couldn’t get in our way, surely you must know that’

You stayed quiet at this. The two entities looked at each other in worry, almost as if to wonder if one of them had said something to make you think that, of course they hadn’t but they worried anyway.

‘ you are definitely not in our way, don’t ever think that!’ Crowley said sternly .

Aziraphale nodded before saying, ‘ we’re here for you y/n, we always will be, we’re going to take care of you as long as you’ll allow us’

That was a promise that the two kept, for years to come, always being there, checking you were ok and taking your tablets.

You knew you could count on them both, and they could count on you. It was ineffable.

Hi! I hope this is what you wanted! I realized half way through it might not be!

Thank you for requesting, i enjoy writing so much and am happy to write whatever people ask for ( within reason)

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notes: yes u may :) a longer version of this drabble

pairing: aziraphale x reader x crowley

rating: M

You come into their life like a storm, wild and uncontrollable, and they simply have to hang on so as not to be swept away. You’re charming, charismatic, and make their lives indisputably better. It’s a good day wherever you’re around. Maybe you’re less like a storm and more like a bright day of sunshine.

You want to fuck them. You believe you have made this obvious. However they have simply not realised that you feel this way. You’re certain they share this desire - you see the way they look at you when they think you aren’t watching, all longing gazes and hunger. But when you try and instigate something they turn into the two most oblivious beings on the planet.

The first time you wear the collar, you’re pretty sure it does psychic damage to them. Azirphale’s “good morning my dear–” is cut short when he clocks it, and instead his mouth just hangs open, slack and enamoured. Crowley scrambles to join him when he hears that it’s you who’s come through the door, and he doesn’t even get to a hello. He just stares, slit pupils dilating until his eyes are fully black.

It’s leather, with a little buckle at the front, and a decal of one white wing and one black one. Your shirt is buttoned down to reveal a gorgeous length of clavicle and you know you look stunning.

“Hello you two. Up to much today?”

It takes them both far too long to recover, and their eyes are drawn to your neck all day.

You wear it several more times over the coming days. You’re not sure how much more obvious you can actually be; you’re already laying it on with a trowel and it seems gauche to just ask them to fuck you, as much as you’d like to. So you wear less and less clothing to put more and more attention on the collar. 

Aziraphale and Crowley are, to their credit, absolutely smitten - but neither of them actually have any idea on how to close. You’re probably interested (oh the dear, sweet, oblivious fools) but do they take you to dinner? To drinks? Just try and initiate something in the shop? Nothing ever feels quite right, so they remain uselessly in the status quo.

One day you give up. If you’re not fucked by both of them today you’re going to go radio rental. You walk into the shop, sit in an armchair with the cup of tea they have ready for you, and stroke your collar.

“Doesn’t this look nice? Doesn’t it suit me?”

They both make a very concentrated effort to pretend that they aren’t looking.

“Yes, lovely, my dear,” breathes Aziraphale eventually. 

“Wouldn’t I look wonderful wearing only this?” they both look at you so fast their necks threaten to snap. When there is no movement, “With you both on either side of me.”

Then they finally get it. The two of them descend upon you as you burst into a chorus of giggles, a happy recipient of their exploring hands and mouths. They strip you until you’re wearing nothing but that collar and decorate your neck with bites around it. They push inside of you together and you’re worried that you can’t take them both but eros wins out in the end, the three of you entangled as your breaths entwine as one.

You’re right. You do look good like that.

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Of Heaven and Hell - Traitorous Heart

Pairing: Crowley x Female OC/Reader x Aziraphale

Word Count: 1381

Warning: Spoilers ahead for Good Omens Season 2 Episode 6.

Description: Aziraphale makes a decision that will change the lives of the ones he loves most.

Note: This fic is written from the second person POV but features a female Half-Demon/Half-Angel OC of mine from this one-shot I wrote several years ago.

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"Aziraphale!" The angel heard the voice of his partner before they burst through the doors of the bookshop.

"Lia, you're alright," Aziraphale breathed a sigh of relief seeing you already up and around after the injury you'd sustained during the demon's attack on the bookshop. Crowley had whisked you away to the home the three of you shared a few blocks over the second the demons were gone. You'd been in dire need of healing and rest you wouldn't have gotten in the chaos surrounding Gabriel and Beezelbub's revealed tryst. You of course had insisted Crowley return to Aziraphale's side the second you were patched up, "I have the most wonderful news."

"Zira," the crack in your voice made Aziraphale's heart stutter. He hadn't heard that sound from you in decades not since... no he couldn't bare to dredge up that memory, "Please don't do this."

Aziraphale realized Crowley must have already told you what happened between them. 

"You can come with me," Aziraphale took a step towards you, and his face momentarily crumpled when you fell back a step in response and he saw the tears threatening to spill down your face, "The Metatron promised things would be different with me in charge. He told me that Crowley would be welcomed back and you would be permitted entry. We just have to convince Crowley-" 

"You honestly believe that after everything the angels have put me through, put us through they'd just let a demon and a hybrid monstrosity walk right into their ranks with open arms?" you spat, every ounce of disdain and disgust you held against Heaven dripped from your voice like acid, "Do you not remember what they did to me? How they experimented on me? How they fucking hunted me like an animal for centuries because my parents were an angel and a demon? How they hunted and hated a child simply for being born?"

"It will be different now," Aziraphale's eyes pleaded with you, "I'll make things different." 

"You honestly believe you can change a system that has quite literally been like this since the dawn of time?" Aziraphale hated the look in your eyes. The doubt and pain in them was a knife in his chest, "Zi, Crowley was cast out simply for asking questions. What makes you think they will welcome me into their sterile white paradise? I'm an abomination, remember? I'm below the demons in Heaven's hierarchy of trash."

"Please, Azalia," Aziraphale stepped forward to take your hands in his, and this time you let him, "I know they have hurt you. I was the one that pulled you out of that prison the angels locked you up in to do those experiments. I helped Crowley nurse you back to health. I may not have loved you as long as Crowley has but I love you just as much. You know that. Please tell me you know that." 

"I do," you nodded.

"Good," Aziraphale brought a hand up to wipe away the tears now running freely down your cheeks. A small smile graced his lips as you leaned into his touch, your eyes closed, "I wouldn't have proposed this if I thought for a second they would hurt you. I will never let them lay a hand on you in Heaven."

"They don't have to lay a hand on me to hurt me," you whispered and opened your eyes to meet his, "Please, Aziraphale. We've worked so hard for the life we've made here. Why do you want to give it up? We're free here. Finally free after centuries of hiding who we are. In Heaven, there will be rules and expectations even you can't change."

"Azalia," Azirphale started but you cut him off. 

"I know you believe in Heaven. That you believe they can change," you took the hand he held to your face in yours and squeezed it gently as you lowered it, "I wish I could believe in that as much as you do."

"Lia," it was Aziraphale's turn for his voice to crack, "Don't do this. I can't lose you, too." 

"I'm sorry Aziraphale," you let your hands fall from his and began to back away, "I love you so much, but if you go back to Heaven... I can't go with you. Not after everything they've put all of us through. Not just me but you and Crowley. I know you can't see it yet, but Heaven has victimized you, too, and I can't forgive any of it."

Aziraphale was speechless as he watched you turn your back on him and walk for the door just like Crowley had. Hope fluttered in his chest as you paused upon the threshold of the shop. 

"If you change your mind about all of this madness with Heaven," you didn't so much as turn your head as you spoke instead keeping your eyes fixed on the door as you held it, "You know where to find us."  

Not me. Us. 

As you pushed your way out of the bookshop and disappeared into the morning crowds, it hit Aziraphale that he'd lost both of you. You and Crowley chose Earth and each other over him. If the Metatron hadn't walked in seconds after the doors swung shut on your departure, Aziraphale would have fallen apart. He still might. 

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As you walked away from the bookshop and your partner inside, it felt like you were being burned alive from the inside out by holy water and hellfire all over again. That had nearly killed you nearly 5 decades ago. This might as well. 

You might have fallen apart in the middle of the street if you hadn't found your other partner waiting down the block from the shop by his car. The second you were within arms reach of Crowley, he opened his arms to you. 

A sob escaped your lips as you buried your face into his chest. The familiar scent of him was an immediate comfort as he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed circles on your back. 

"I'm sorry, love," Crowley muttered into your hair before he rested his chin atop your head. He wasn't usually one for public displays of affection but today he made the exception. 

"I tried," you whimpered, your face still buried in his shirt. 

"I knew you would," you could hear the sad smile in Crowley's words. 

Neither of you said anything more or moved for several minutes. Not until you felt Crowley tense. 

You turned away from Crowley enough to face back towards the bookshop but your partner kept you tucked close under his arm. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw Aziraphale exiting the bookshop with the Metatron. 

Aziraphale hesitated by the doors of the lift that would take him back to Heaven. Both you and Crowley held your breath as the angel you both loved so passionately stood on the threshold of a decision that would change your lives forever. If the thoughts of two people alone had the power to change the will of another, Aziraphale never would have taken that final step away from his partners.

"Let's go home," Crowley whispered after the doors to Heaven closed on the pair of angels. 

He was the first to move and ushered you around the Bentley towards the passenger side. He kept his arm around you as he opened the door and only broke contact when you were seated inside the car. 

Your thoughts drifted away from the Bentley as Crowley started the car and pulled away into the street to drive to the home you had once shared with the two loves of your life. 

Now where it had once been three it would only be two hearts in that home. 

You wanted to hate Aziraphale for forcing you to choose like this. You wanted to hate him for being blinded by Heaven and not seeing the truth in why you and Crowley couldn't go. You wanted to hate him for leaving both of you. You wanted to hate him for it all so badly but your traitorous heart wouldn't let you.

You'd loved the Angel of the Eastern Gate so much and for so long it wasn't likely the hurt of today would dim that any time soon.

[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.

[davidtennantxmichaelsheen]

Aziraphale and Crowley’s child

(a crowley x aziraphale x child good omens fanfic by Loobop)

you are the child of aziraphale and crowley,half angel half demon you live in the bookshop with your parents.You have lots of fond memories growing up with you angel and demon parents but could Gabriel soon ruin the perfect family life?

The day of your birth crowley sat at the side of Aziraphale bed holding his hand tightly as he gave birth to you,Crowley smiled at you craddled in Aziraphale’s arms.

Crowley: how was giving birth aziraphale?

Aziraphale: bloody painful!!! next time it’s you turn to give birth.

Crowley: umm no more children,ones enough i think.

Aziraphale rolled his eyes at Crowley

Crowley kissed Aziraphale’s forehead and held your little hand

Crowley: our child is perfect what shall we call (her/him)?

Aziraphale: we shall call it y/n

You had Aziraphale’s light blonde hair and blue eyes but also had streaks of red hair like Crowley.

At age 5 Aziraphale started to read you bedtime stories.He didn’t allow you into the bookshop till he felt you old enough to be trusted with his precious books as he feared you’d rip the pages.

At age 8 you joined the church choir Aziraphale often came to watch you sing,Crowley though painful for him to be in church was always there to support you too hopping in the aisles of course.

At age 10 you fully developed your demon side,when you got angry your eyes turned yellow so had to start wearing sunglasses.Crowley took you to buy your first pair of shades he was so proud.

At age 16 you took an interest in the rock band Queen so Crowley gave you all his old tapes you’d often sing along to them together in the Bentley on car journeys.

On your 18th birthday heaven got news of you existence,Gabriel decided to use you in a plan to get back at Aziraphale.

Gabriel: We need to get there daughter/son away from them but how?,Who would she/he wanna be totally alone with without her/his parents,hmm i know a love interest.

The next day you where working in the bookshop with Aziraphale he was training you up to work in the shop full time.

Aziraphale: Right y/n the next customer through that door shall be you first customer remember be friendly and see what he/she wants okay?.

Y/N sat at the bookshop counter the bell on the door rang but it was only Crowley.

Crowley: Awww look at you working with Azira in the bookshop,i bought you something to celebrate your first day as top bookshop assistant.

Crowley gave you a small box you opened it to find a watch just like Crowley’s

Y/N: Crowley i’ve wanted this watch for ages,thank you,i love it so much,but Crowley these watches are expensive.

Crowley: Your worth it my little angel demon

Aziraphale: Well you may as well have the present i bought for you but it won’t be as flash and expensive.

Aziraphale gave you a rectangle shaped present you opened it to find a notebook.

Crowley: a book? seriously that’s your present? this shop is full of the bloody things.

Y/N: I love it too,now i can make a journal.

the bookshop bell rang you turned to view your first customer,it felt like time had stopped as you caught a glimpse of the gorgeous customer who you instantly fell for came through the door.

customer: Hi i’m looking for a book on heaven.

Y/N: why because you just fell from it?

you felt stupid about your cheesy joke,but the customer started to make conversation with you,you found you had a lot in common with them.

customer: would you like to go out later we could go to the park?

Y/N: I have to work in the shop but i do have a lunch break at 12

customer: i’ll meet you at the bandstand

Y/N: sure,wait i don’t know your name?.

The customer was nowhere to be seen,it’s was like they vanished.

Aziraphale: didn’t sell a book? never mind it’s nearly lunch i’ll go make us a sandwich

Y/N: i’m going out for lunch i’m meeting a friend i’ve met in the bookshop.

You walked to the parks bandstand there was the gorgeous customer you’d met in the bookshop waiting for you.

Y/N: hi i’m sorry i never asked your name i’m y/n

customer: my name is a little embarrassing come close so i can whisper it in your ear

you got close to the customer he injected your arm you fainted and where taken to heaven to meet Gabriel.when you awoke you where chained to a throne with Gabriel stood beside you.

Gabriel: good your awake,your the spitting image of your parents.We should inform Aziraphale his little angel is here.I’ll send him a message.

Aziraphale had a rock thrown through his bookshop window with the note “return to heaven i have something precious of yours”

Crowley: they have our child you think?,i’ll kill them if they even lay a finger on her/him let me go with you angel.

Aziraphale Crowley you need to stay here incase anything happens to me,you need to take care of y/n.

Aziraphale returned to heaven he saw you chained to a throne.

Gabriel: Aziraphale,my old freind turned enemy nice of you to join us,no Crowley i see shame where gonna need him.

Aziraphale Your only getting me

Gabriel: have it your own way prepare the flames for y/n

Aziraphale fine i’ll call Crowley on his mobile.

Crowley looked at his phone and joined Aziraphale in heaven

Crowley: i’m here now let y/n and Aziraphale go home

Gabriel: sure i will but first i want your child and Aziraphale to watch you die by holy water then they can go home.

Gabriel made Crowley kneel in front of him a jug of holy water was brought to him just as the jug was held over Crowleys head ready to pour Aziraphale watched in horror and tried to hold back the tears,your eyes started to glow yellow your chains broke and black and white wings formed you flew saving Crowley from the first drip of holy water.

Gabriel: The child is just as native as it’s parents,let them all go!!!.

you grabbed Gabriel by the neck

Y/N: touch me or my family again and you’ll regret it,understand?

you loosened your grip around Gabriel neck he nodded in agreement,you,Aziraphale and Crowley went back to earth as soon as you where home you group hugged your parents.

Aziraphale: if i ever lost either of you i couldn’t....

Crowley: where fine Angel all thanks to our little angel demon

y/n: it’s all my fault we ended up there in the first place i’m sorry

Crowley: no it’s not,it’s Gabriels fault.

you looked at your watch and saw it had been broken in your demonic rage.

y/n:my watch it’s broken

you looked sad,so Crowley took off his watch and wrapped it around your wrist.

Crowley: here take mine,whats mine is yours

y/n: maybe you can teach me to drive and i can have your bentley too?

Crowley: hey don’t push your luck kid

Aziraphale went to put the kettle on he laughed as you continued to wind Crowley up.

The End

[good-omens-imagines]

Welcome!!!

Hi I’m Chris and welcome to my imagine page for Good Omens!

Please feel free to send in requests!

Things I will write:

- character x character

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- sfw/nsfw

- headcanons

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- If x reader I will for write any pronouns but if it’s not specified in the request I will use they/them pronouns

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- suicide

I’ll probably add to the list later on but other than that please send in requests 😊

[somanycannons]

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[ktsometimeswrites]

Angel Eyes (Aziraphale x Reader)

Pairing: Aziraphale x Reader, Crowley x Reader, Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley

Word Count: 1243

Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, Gabriel, Reader (Plus Sized Reader)

Warnings: Sad angel, fatphobia, bullying, asshole Gabriel.

A/N: Here’s another Good Omens fic! My requests are open if you want to send any ideas in!

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Y/N walks through st James’ Park, sunglasses on, enjoying the sun as their arm is linked with the demons at their side. They walk in a comfortable silence, Crowley having shed his jacket, both of the pair letting their pale skin be on show to the sunlight for once.

Y/N gets distracted by a group of kids running past, giggling when they bump into them, causing them to get even closer to Crowley, his arm letting go of theirs, curling round their waist

“Damn kids, always in the way” he mumbles annoyed.

“Oh shush, they’re just being kids enjoying the nice weather, it’s cute” Y/N says, smiling up at him.

“You’re cute” He replies, quirking the smallest of smiles when Y/N’s  smile grows

“Okay you big sap, let’s go find our angel” they say, ignoring the blush rising on their cheeks as they round the corner, getting closer to the bench where they normally sit.

They’re  distracted by a dog playing fetch with its owner that they almost stumbles when Crowley stops dead in his tracks, hand secured on their hip, still holding them. They looks up to see Aziraphale stood behind their usual bench, a man dressed in light blue stood in front of him. They get one glimpse of Aziraphale’s face, sees how uncomfortable and upset he is and they are pulling away from Crowley before he can do anything. 

Y/N stomps over to the men dressed in light colours and pushes their way in between them, seeing the shock go over the taller persons face

“Can I help you?” He asks

“No not really, just wondering who you are and what you’re doing to my friend here” they say, squaring their shoulders and standing tall, trying to seem more intimidating than they actually are 

“Well, I’m Gabriel, your friends boss” he says with a sarcastic smile

YN jaw clenches and they discreetly put a hand behind their back, finding Aziraphale’s hand and taking it in their own, rubbing their thumb over his knuckles. 

“Well I seem to recall that my friend quit his job” they say, not letting onto this man that they know that he is an angel

“Well if he got himself looking the part we’d be willing to let him come back” Gabriel says, trying to reach around Y/N to poke at Aziraphale’s belly. With their free hand they slap his hand away, not missing that flash of anger that goes through his eyes when he pulls his hand back.

“He is perfect and I kindly suggest that you leave” Y/N says

“Listen here, child, I would suggest you stop asking me what to do” 

He makes a noise of surprise when Y/N grabs his tie to pull his face down to theirs so they can get right up in his

“I’m not asking, I’m telling, now you better leave before I rip your feathers out” Y/N growls to him, letting go of his tie but not before they push him slightly. 

Instead of waiting to see his response, Y/N turns around to Aziraphale , wrapping their arms around his neck and pulling him close, a possessive glare on their face to anyone around them. They feel his hands go around them, shakily resting on their hips. 

Y/N only knows that Gabriel has left when two more hands come to rest on their hips and they look up to see Crowley, looking just as angry as they feel. 

“Are you okay?” They ask, looking at Aziraphale 

“Why yes, yes I will be, just, just haven’t seen him in a while” he says, becoming flustered, the tears bubbling in his eyes not matching his words 

“Oh angel, why don’t we go home” they say softly, waiting until Crowley has stepped back to pull away and take Aziraphale’s hand. 

“Why yes, that does sound good” he says

Within minutes they are at the doors of the Angels bookshop, Crowley getting the doors open and then locked behind them once they’re inside. Y/N leads Aziraphale over to the sofa and gets him sat down, reaching up to loosen his bow tie for him. They then sit beside him as Crowley works around to make tea for them all.

“Zira, talk to me, what happened with him?” Y/N asks quietly 

“Oh nothing dear, just, checking up” Azirphale says, waving his hand in a dismissive manner

Y/N sighs softly and brings their hands up to his face, gently guiding him to look at them.

“That wasn’t a check up Zira, you know that Crowley and I know you better than anyone, what did he say that got you so upset?” 

Aziraphale hesitates for a second before sighing and speaking 

“He was just saying how I’ve made the wrong choice, that I won’t belong anywhere other than heaven, but that even then I won’t belong because I don’t look the part” he says, looking down when Y/N moves their hands to take his.

“Look the part? What? Look like a prick who’s up his own arse?” They ask, hearing a small puff of a laugh come from Crowley in the other room

“No, angels are supposed to be fit and are the face of heaven so they aren’t supposed to look like me”

“Why not, you’re beautiful” Y/N says

“But I’m chubby and short and don’t exactly look like him” the angel says

Y/N’s heart breaks and they let go of his hands 

“Okay, so, we’re on our own side remember, you don’t have to be like them, fuck them, you look like you and you are perfect to us” they say

 “I really should start to change” he says

“Okay, so I will too” Y/N says, watching how Aziraphales gaze shoots up to their face

“What no, why would you?” He exclaims 

“Well, I’m bigger than you, so if you need to change so do I” They say

“No, you’re perfect, don’t ever change” Azirphale says, not catching onto what Y/N is doing 

“But I don’t fit in, don’t look the part” Y/N carries on

“But that’s what so great about you, you’re different and we love you for it” he replies, brow furrowed

“Okay, so why don’t you see that in yourself” Y/N says softly, watching how it starts to make sense in Aziraphale’s mind

“Oh…” is all he says

“Yes. You are perfect and different and ours” Y/N says as Crowley walks over, putting the tea on the table 

They sit in silence for a few seconds before Y/N speaks again

“But, if you do want to take steps in that direction, we will support you all the way and I will happily join you, I’ve been meaning to start myself” They say softly, taking one of his hands as Crowley sits the other side of him

“They’re right Angel, we will support you, but you are...perfect.. and if we need to beat Gabriel up we will” he says, Y/N’s heart melting at the softness of his voice 

“I’ll jump on his back and you can trip him” Y/N says, trying to crack a joke, smiling when Aziraphale puffs out a laugh

“Thank you” He says quietly, looking up with teary eyes

Y/N leans in and presses a soft kiss to his cheek

 “You’re welcome Zira, we’re here with you, forever okay” They say.

[darlingsfandom]

“From the pinnacle to the pit”

kinktober day one.

pairing: Aziraphale x Fem!Fallen Angel Reader x Crowley !

TW: religious themes, heavy making out!

this is just a very short no plot little Drabble . Straight to the point, no actual sex happens .

The locals had been walking around gathering for the big plan when Crowley appeared next to Aziraphale.

“Preparing for this big plan?” Crowley asked.

“Of course!” Azirphale smiled at the charmer.

“And exactly what is this big plan?” Crowley put his hands behind his back.

“Well you see it’s….” Before Aziraphale could finish answer the two of them were distracted by the flash of darkness, black lighting ? Very very rare ! The two of them looked at each other with confusion. Everyone else paid no attention as if they didn’t see it but how could they not?

The pair teleported to scene only to find a circle of black feathers floating in the water. The water shimmered slightly but the fact the feathers made a perfect circle made them interested. They watched as something started to surface.

A blanket ? No! A sheer white fabric started to surface until they realized it wasn’t just fabric.

“Crowley !” Az gasped as he held onto Crowleys arm.

“Oh relax!” Crowley patted the angels arm as they watched the fabric only to realize it was you!

You had came out of the water with the fabric sticky to the most intimate parts of your body. You stepped out of the water with darkened eyes, the fabric clinging tightly and the circle of feathers fell off into a perfect circle in front of your feet. You pulled the fabric from your face and let out a loud gasp before tilting your head at the two of them.

“Y/N?” They said in unison.

“Hello.” A simple word yet it felt so strange to hear yourself.

“How? What? You’re supposed to be up in heaven!” Az couldn’t believe his eyes as you stood there on your feet feeling the ground.

You looked at Crowley and he knew what happened. He ached for you and touched your cheek making you sigh.

“You asked a question… you challenged God.” His fingers ran along your jawline as you clenched at the memory.

“And now I’m here! Heaven is a joke!” You spit on the ground in disgust before you remembered you were covered in the wet fabric. Your hands teared away at the uncomfortable feeling until you were standing naked in front of the two of them to which Crowley let out a whistle and Azriphales cheeks turned dark red. With a shrug of your shoulders you stretched out your limbs until you realized that the two hadn’t moved or said a word since you went naked.

“What? Have you never seen a naked angel? Well fallen angel?” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Well no… but has anyone told you that you’re gorgeous?” Az couldn’t help the feeling running through his body as he scanned you up and down. He was amazed at your natural beauty. The way your body curved in the right places, how your nipples perked at the slight breeze casting through and how your lips were so soft , he was in over his head. Crowley on the other hand was much more forward but that was nothing new. He stood in front of you glaring his yellow eyes at you.

Your hands ran up his chest while you looked at Aziraphale with sultry eyes. He nervously reached out towards you until you grabbed his wrist and pulled him closer.

“Come on Az, what a kiss between a few friends?” You leaned into his ear before licking the shell of it. He shivered. Crowley held your hips as he watched you seduce the real Angel. His hands rubbed your hips slowly until he squeezed them hard enough to leave a mark. Your lips attached to Az’s ear sucking gently making his knees cave in. He couldn’t believe it, your lips were so warm and soft. His eyes rolled a little as a smile spread across his face.

“It’s just a kiss.” You pushed your lips against his slowly making him go into shock before he gave in and kissed back. Crowley on the other hand was standing behind you running his hands up your sides and around to grope your boobs, fingers pinching your nipples and pulling them which made you open your mouth so Az slipped his tongue into your mouth because he had the chance. You had seduced him with the help of Crowley of course.

See, you had worked along side Crowley before he was also kicked out of heaven but as he left he had planted a little seed in your mind about questioning God and the longer you thought about that, the larger it grew and you finally snapped with it which is how you’re now strapped between the two.

“Good girl, you did so well. Knew you’d follow through.” Crowley hissed in your ear before pulling hard on your nipples. A small yelp escaped you and went in Az’s mouth which made him hum. Crowley stepped back and watched how your hands pulled on Az’s hair. The two of you were busy heavily making out while Crowley enjoyed his show.

Slowly you pulled away to catch your breath and looked over your shoulder and gave Crowley a wink. This was only the start of the what was to come.

[eiressofinspirationwrites]

One Chaotic Angel

Pairing: Platonic Crowley x Aziraphale x Chaotic Good Reader

Word Count: 1539

Description: Even though you’re not allowed in heaven anymore, you didn’t exactly fall so you’re not allowed into hell either. Luckily, you didn’t really like either of them all that well. You’re content to spend eternity performing miracles to your heart’s content and spending time with your best friend’s Crowley and Aziraphale. 

Request made by @writer-of-camelot. I hope you enjoy!

“And how are you today my chaotic little angel,” Crowley asked as he pulled up a chair across from you.

“I will never understand why you insist upon calling me a chaotic angel,” you rolled your eyes as you took a sip of tea from your cup.

“Really?” Crowley gave you a critical look over the rim of his glasses, his snake-like eyes peeking out at you, “You have no idea?”

“Absolutely none,” you smirked, as you picked absentmindedly at your muffin, enjoying the game you had started with your friend. It was your favorite to play once every few decades because it usually dissolved into him exasperatedly recounting all of your greatest achievements.

“Remind me, angel,” Crowley asked, “Who was it that slipped past the barriers to run after the unicorn that had slipped away from Noah’s ark? Was it Aziraphale?”

“No,” you smiled mischievously, “That was someone else. Someone with more style.”

“Oh, that’s right,” Crowley recalled, “That person, remind me, did she by any chance have black and white mottled wings?”

“I do believe they did,” you hummed contemplatively, “and maybe a killer sense of style.”

“How about-,” Crowley started to ask but was cut off by the appearance of the waitress and owner of the little diner.

“And how are you today, Mr. Crowley?” the waitress greeted pleasantly as she plucked her order pad from her apron.

“I am absolutely peachy keen, Charlotte,” Crowley greeted sarcastically, “Raising the Anti-Christ is really quite a rewarding job.”

“Well, I don’t know how to respond to that,” Charlotte whistled awkwardly, “so, I’ll just get you your regular order, then?”

“That sounds bloody fantastic,” Crowley said with a sickly-sweet voice.

“I’ll be right back,” Charlotte said, “Would you like a refill, y/n?”

“That would be amazing,” you said and gave her a kind smile, “I also wouldn’t say no to another one of these amazing muffins.”

“Coming right up,” Charlotte chirped before she walked away, but she turned back when she thought to ask something else, “Will Aziraphale be joining you today?”

“The little tree topper will be here shortly,” Crowley confirmed.

“Alright, I’ll bring his order out as well,” Charlotte said.

“You know you come here way too often,” Crowley said after he had stared at you for several minutes, silently judging.

“I do not,” you said indignantly, “I come here a perfectly reasonable number of times a week.”

“Angel, this place is a dump,” Crowley said, “It’s not even got 3 stars.”

“I’ll have you know, Mr. Crowley,” Charlotte cut in when she returned with your orders, “We just got a glowing review from the food critic that works for the paper. She wrote up a wonderful article and it was on the front page of the paper. We’ve been busy ever since, which is a miracle because we were weeks away from calling it quits.”

“A miracle you say?” Crowley quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Oh yeah,” Charlotte nodded, “Someone must have been looking out for us because the bank called us that same day to tell us that there had been a few errors with the handling of our loan and that they actually owed us a few thousand. We put that money right back into the kitchen and updated it.”

“You must have one hell of a guardian angel,” Crowley agreed and after that Charlotte flitted away to help another table.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked innocently.

“See it’s this kind of thing that got you kicked out of heaven,” Crowley said, “You grant frivolous miracles that get you in trouble with the angels but they’re not evil, so the demons won’t take you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you shrugged, “They didn’t kick me out. We just tend to ignore each other.”

“Right,” Crowley nodded, “and I didn’t fall. I sauntered vaguely downwards.”

“Exactly!” you said brightly, “I’m glad that you get it.”

“Angel,” Crowley drew the pet name out with a certain degree of annoyance. “What?” you asked.

Before Crowley could say anything else, Aziraphale joined the two of you at the table, “Hello, Crowley, Y/n.”

“Hey, Aziraphale, we took the liberty of putting in your usual order,” you greeted your old friend brightly and once he took a long sip of his tea, you asked, “How are you today?”

“I am actually fantastic,” Aziraphale grinned broadly, “Oh, y/n, you’re never going to believe what I had come into the shop today. This man brought in a copy of-,”

Aziraphale continued to chatter on about whatever exceedingly rare book he had just acquired but both you and Crowley still had your previous discussion on your minds.

“You know I feel as though I have interrupted something,” Aziraphale said glancing between the two of you.

“Oh, Crowley and I were just discussing the matter of my exit from heaven,” you explained.

“Again?” Aziraphale asked, “Don’t you two have this discussion every few hundred years?”

“We wouldn’t have to if she wasn’t so exasperating,” Crowley pointed at you, “Running around making debts disappear, saving the dodo from extinction, and what not.”

“Crowley, when are you going to figure out that Y/n marches to the beat of her own drum?” Aziraphale shook his head.

“Well, would you look at the time,” you said glancing at the clock on the wall behind Crowley, “As much as I would love to stick around and continue our game where you recount my greatest achievements, Crowley, I do believe I have somewhere to be.”

“What?” Crowley asked, “You’ve barely touched your second muffin and Aziraphale only just arrived.”

“Duty calls,” you winked and stood from the table and made sure to call to Charlotte, “Wonderful as always!”

“Thanks, dearie,” Charlotte waved as you swept out of the diner.

“What. Just. Happened?” Crowley asked Aziraphale, flabbergasted by the turn your weekly lunch date had taken.

“Y/n, happened,” Aziraphale laughed at the dumbfounded expression on Crowley’s face.

Crowley leaned back in his chair dramatically sighing as he tried to process your exit but then something caught his attention, “What the hell?”

“What?” Aziraphale asked as he twisted in his chair to see what Crowley had spotted and immediately noticed the growing crowd on the corner of the street, “I wonder what’s going on.”

“I don’t know but I have a feeling it has something to do with our chaotic angel,” Crowley said as he pushed himself out of his seat and strutted out of the diner to investigate.

“Well, I guess I don’t get to finish my cup of tea,” Aziraphale sighed as he dropped a few bills on the table and then followed his demon outside.

“Out of the way,” Crowley barked as he pushed through the crowd and when he reached the front he wasn’t in the least bit surprised to find you.

“Oh, hey, Crowley,” you greeted when you spotted your favorite demon and Aziraphale on his heels.

“What’s going on here?” Crowley asked as he glanced around trying to sort out what had occurred to gather this many people.

“I was just performing a minor miracle,” you explained as though it were obvious.

“That is an understatement!” the woman standing beside you exclaimed, “Your friend just saved my boy’s kitten!”

“Did she now?” Crowley drew out each word and gave you a sharp look.

“It was nothing really,” you waved off the praise.

“Amazing is what it was!” a man on the edge of the crowd exclaimed, “You shoulda seen her. Somehow, she managed to scoop up the tiny little thing and dodge all of the cars and returned the kitten safe and sound! It was almost like the cars were enchanted or somethin’!”

“Oh, I bet they were,” Crowley was still staring you down.

“Well, now that the kitten is safe and sound with you, Ma’am,” you clapped your hands together, “I do think I’ll be taking my leave.”

“What?” the woman cried, “You just saved my little boy’s kitten, please let me repay you somehow!”

“There’s no need for that,” you smiled before turning on your heel and walking straight into traffic, eliciting cries of shock from the entire crowd, well almost the entire crowd. Crowley and Aziraphale both sighed and hung their heads completely unsurprised by your dramatic exit.

The crowd then collectively gasped when you made it to the other side of the street completely unharmed since you had managed to time your walk perfectly so that all of the cars passed directly after you walked past them.

“You know it’s really not surprising that the angels prefer to ignore her,” Crowley shook his head as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

Before Aziraphale could reply the entire crowd started to buzz once again as they received notifications on their mobile phones.

“What’s going on?” Crowley’s eyes narrowed at the sudden chatter.

“Oh my gosh!” one person yelled, “I just got an email from my bank. Someone deposited five thousand pounds into my account!”

“I just got 8500 pounds!” another person screamed, and the trend continued around the throng of people as various people called out amounts of money being deposited into their accounts.

“And yet the demons don’t want her either,” Aziraphale said.

“Nah, she’s too good for our ranks,” Crowley reasoned, “but I have to admit our chaotic angel sure does know how to get into mischief, it’s just not usually of the malicious variety.”