#azirahale x crowley

[gotholdladywithadhd]

Good Omens Song of the Day

Strangers of the heart

Always safe with words unspoken

Strangers of the heart

Don't take chances, they'll get broken

Lyrics

Through the mist on the harbor

Dancing lights on the water

Shadows move, I see you smilin' again

When I reach out to touch you

Like a ghost lookin' through me

Sendin' chills deep into me

Shattered dreams fallin' like teardrops again

As you make me remember

Strangers of the heart

Always safe with words unspoken

Strangers of the heart

Don't take chances, they'll get broken

No matter where you are

Hear me tonight

I don't want to be strangers at heart

Broken glass of my mirror

Makes my eyes see much clearer

You and I only a whisper away

Never tellin' each other

Strangers of the heart

Always safe with words unspoken

Strangers of the heart

Don't take chances, they'll get broken

No matter where you are

Hear me tonight

I don't want to be strangers at heart

Strangers of the heart

Always safe with words unspoken

Strangers of the heart

Don't take chances, they'll get broken

No matter where you are

Hear me tonight

I don't want to be strangers at heart

[dandelion-blues]

The Miracle is You

Intro:

When Lucifer gets his wings back, he doesn't just lose time. He is displaced in another universe. A universe where he might just be accepted and find a family he never knew he needed.

Lucifer x Good Omens crossover fanfic

Chapter 1

“No, no, no!” Lucifer screams frantically. He pulled roughly at the damned extra limbs. He grasped desperately for them, pleading for them to not be real and go away.

The beautiful white feathers stayed, though, achingly adding a now unfamiliar weight upon Lucifer’s back. The beautiful pure white wings ethereally spread out. They were the most beautiful of all angel's wings but sharpened with a deadly grace of all archangels. The wings of the favored son of God, Samael.

Why are his wings back? Why now, after everything? What does Dad want with him now?!

Lucifer wants these wings off now, he needs them off. It’s wrong, wrong, wrong!

Now if Lucifer were in a stable frame of mind he might have noticed that he wasn’t in LA anymore, or even still in his dimension, but well I’m sure he’ll find out soon enough. Especially when our lovely angel and demon couple happen upon him.

“Oh Crowley, it's such a lovely day today, isn’t it?” The angel Aziraphale asks his friend and lover, the pink of dawn marking the horizon with only the quiet sounds of critters heard.

“It always is with you Angel.” Crowley smiles at the Aziraphale. The angel noticeably blushes and starts to stutter something back but is interrupted by frantic yelling heard not too far away.

“What the-” Crowley starts exasperated, but quickly his yellow eyes go large in shock behind his shades.

Just behind the bridge, kneeling in the park’s grass is a person, no an angel marked by their impressive white wings yelling and panicking as they try and desperately grip at their feathers.

Crowley and Aziraphale share one look and quickly go running over to the angel. Only as they get closer, so does their growing horror. The angel is trying to rip out their feathers.

Crowley reaches the angel first and grasps their hands tightly, but not harmfully, to stop them. This unfortunately only causes the unknown angel to flinch hard.

Crowley frowns in concern, but then the angel tries to get out of Crowley’s grasp.

“Stop!” Crowley orders the angel, looking into their eyes. Only the angel’s brown eyes are glazed over, and their handsome face is tight in fear, like they cannot comprehend what is in front of them.

“No no no.” the angel continues to say fearfully and shakes. Their dark eyes staring at Crowley, but not seeing him. “Please, no more!”

“Aziraphale!” Crowley snaps when his angel reaches them, “They aren’t in their right frame of mind, and I can barely hold on to them and keep them from harming themselves. They're too strong. Please Miracle something!”

Aziraphale’s blue eyes go large, and he steals his nerves and nods, producing a Miracle.

Just like that the unknown angel’s eyes roll back, and they fall into Crowley’s arms unconscious.

Unfortunately the unknown’s angel’s impressive wings are out and on display, and people are surely going to come out soon. It’s practically a miracle that no one else has come by yet.

In any case Crowley looks towards Aziraphale, as he is picking up the unknown angel, conveying without words what to do. Aziraphale looks fondly at Crowley and produces the Miracle that gets them and the unknown angel in the bookstore.

“Oh dear, I hope they’re alright.” Aziraphale frets, smoothing his tan blazer, and looking worriedly at the unknown angel. Their dark hair, black as night, high cheekbones, olive skin and young face not looking a day over 25, by human standards anyways. The age doesn't mean much for angels, but well, the point still stands.

“Careful now, or I might think you were checking them out.” Crowley smirks as Aziraphale blushes.

Aziraphale lightly smacks Crowley’s arm, “Hush you.”

Azirahale sighs, “I suppose we should bring them somewhere to rest until they recover.

“Yeah,” Crowley frowns, “I’ve never seen anything like it, they were trying to rip out their feathers, pleading for something or someone to stop.”

Aziraphale looks troubled, and the couple stays in contemplative silence until they reach the guest room and Crowley places the unknown angel gently on the bed, adjusting them on their stomach, so their wings aren’t flattened or harmed.

Except when Crowley carefully adjusts one of the wings, he hisses sharply and takes sight of blood pouring down his hand.

“What happened?” Aziraphale asks worriedly, as Crowley curls his hand towards his body, did the angel’s wing just cut him?!

Aziraphale gently grabs Crowley’s hand, and sure enough there’s a clean slice down his palm, dripping with blood.

Aziraphale gasps, and goes to Miracle something, but Crowley stops him, “Stop, you’ve already used enough Miracles today, besides it’s already closing up.” Just like that the wound closes up like it was never there. The only evidence is the remaining blood.

“Oh alright,” Aziraphale huffs and carefully examines Crowley’s hand, “But what in the Almighty’s name could have done that?”

Crowley glances out at the unknown angel’s wings, a pit forms in his stomach, and he approaches the wings carefully, and sure enough on the end of one of the primary feathers is Crowley’s blood.

Please, don’t be what Crowley is thinking. Please, please, please.

“What-” Aziraphale begins, but lets Crowley continue bewildered.

Crowley goes over the primary feather again, the tip of his index finger just touching it, and he digs his finger in a bit more, and sure enough blood is drawn.

Aziraphale gasps, and quickly takes Crowley’s hand back in his, “What were you thinking?!” Aziraphale starts to rant, fretting at Crowley, except he stops when he sees the look on his demon’s face.

“Their an…” Crowley starts, his voice quivering, “Archangel.”

“No.” Aziraphale gasps.

Crowley nods grimly, “Their primary feathers are deadly sharp, and no other angel would ever possess such wings.”

“What does this mean?” Aziraphale holds Crowley’s hands in confort.

“I don’t know,” Crowley states and squeezes his angel’s hands back, “but I’ll know we’ll get through it together.”

“Together.” Aziraphale agrees and embraces his demon. They glance once more at the unknown angel, a sign of change. What that change is though, it’s too soon to tell.

Luckily, the angel and demon have one another. They chose one another. They navigated the black and white standards of their celestial worlds’, and eventually came to see and accept the world and themselves in all their beautiful shades. Now it’s time for a certain Devil to learn the same, but well that’s for another time.

[always-overthink-nicknames]

Beelzebub: We have your boyfriend.

Crowley: I don’t have a boyfriend.

Beelzebub: Crowley, we both know that’s a fucking lie. Now get your ass over here and take your angel, he’s contaminating Hell with his politeness.

[irisbleufic]

Good morning, anon. It sounds like you have your work cut out for you on a number of exciting stories. I’m thrilled for you, because there’s nothing like the rush of embarking on a new project (and in a new fandom, at that)!

Let’s talk about writing longer sequences first. The thing to remember about CoT is that it’s an anomaly in my creative landscape, as is WYDS/ATC. The former has been ongoing for 12 years, and the latter took me 8 years. This is obviously atypical if you consider the fact that I wrote Anthology in about 8 months and WYFIR/DDO in about 12 weeks. At first, there’s little rhyme or reason to the way these projects ended up timing out, at least until you make the distinction between my relationships to the four fandoms involved. CoT and WYDS, Good Omens and Hamlet respectively, are what I call long-term home fandoms that I know aren’t going anywhere. I’ve learned I can tap my creative reserves on those anytime, anywhere and not suffer the effects of reduced motivation. Anthology and WYFIR, Pacific Rim and Gotham reapectively, follow a shorter-term pattern. They’re the kind of new-fandom intrusion that I know will last anywhere between six months to two years (where sheer force of initial writing motivation is concerned). Therefore, I have to fast-track works relating to those newer, more unexpected fandoms against the constant background of my home fandoms. It’s why I’m able to write GO and Hamlet pieces intermittently and spread out, and why you end up with the odd series here and there taking years to complete.

I hope to use this juggling-act example as an advice platform. If you know that you’re likely to lose momentum on the projected-60k work in your new fandom if you don’t stick with it, prioritize that. It’s absolutely what I would do, because that approach has worked for me over time. The trick to letting home-fandom projects dangle while I work on other things has always been leaving myself exhaustive notes. There’s also my habit of doing full continuity rereads when I get finally back to working on longer-term projects, because my mind needs snapping out of one mode and back into another. Think of it as reloading the program. I agree with you; transitions and switching can be difficult. This is another reason I put home fandoms on hold to write out the fever of new arrivals. Those honeymoon periods are intense, and I’ve rarely had one as all-consuming as my current (Gotham).

Try leaving yourself an overview blueprint on the pre-existing broken-into-novels project. Write until your projected-60k one is through; see how long that takes you. Time management is something I’m cautious about giving advice on, because it’s a well-established fact that I write freakishly fast in comparison to most people I encounter. Take your speed into account and decide whether it would make this model advantageous to you or not. However, if you have past evidence to suggest that perhaps you can fight through the whiplash and work on both at once, there’s nothing saying you shouldn’t. If you take the latter approach, I suggest that you ask @thebloggerknownasgeeknip for pointers. They switch back and forth between long projects on a week-by-week basis, nearly!

[acedesigns]

Snek [Good Omens: Crowley X Reader]

Word Count: 1068

A/N: I wanted to write a shy Crowley oneshot before I went to bed.

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You were sitting in a chair Aziraphale had put out specifically for you. It was near a window in the sunlight where you liked to sprawl like a cat. The extra heat was especially nice in the winter. Plus, it provided natural light for you to read.

For the past few months, you’d visited his shop and read some of the books. At times, you’d even wear gloves while reading the books to make sure you helped preserve its contents. If Aziraphale liked his other customers, he’d say you were his favorite. Though, there was no competition there. He despised his customers.

It was due to that fact, that you were surprised when Aziraphale warmly greeted someone else when they entered his shop. The kind words drew you from another world and away from the book to look at a man with striking red hair and sunglasses the obscured his eyes.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Aziraphale asked the man. The man glanced around the shop until his eyes landed on you. He stiffened and seemed to forget why he had entered the shop. You raised an eyebrow up at him inquisitively. “Crowley, are you alright?”

The man, who you presumed to be Crowley turned to face Aziraphale. There was a redness growing on his face before he gargled out some unintelligible sounds. Aziraphale glanced over at you and chuckled lightly before leading Crowley towards the back.

“Well, that was odd,” you mused before returning to your book.

It seemed only a matter of minutes, though the number of pages you’ve turned said otherwise, before Azirahale was escorting Crowley out with a sort of sly smile. Once again, your attention drifted away from the book towards the odd pair.

Aziraphale seemed to purposely place himself and Crowley in front of you. More specifically, he appeared to make it so Crowley was forced to face towards you. You couldn’t exactly tell where he was looking, but Crowley’s attention seemed to drift away from Aziraphale and towards you.

Quickly, Aziraphale turned towards you and his smile only widened. “Ah, [Y/N]! I want you to meet my dear friend, Crowley!” Crowley immediately stiffened and a look of panic crosses his face. “Crowley, this is [Y/N].”

You closed your book gently and stood so you could shake hands with the red-head. “Uh…” another stream of nonsense escaped his mouth.

You giggled lightly and took his right hand before shaking it. “It’s nice to meet you, Crowley.”

The man kept his mouth shut before he nervously nodded his head. Aziraphale turned towards Crowley and said, “[Y/N] is my favorite customer. They come here nearly every day. Perhaps you two should become more acquainted!”

Crowley tried to say some actual words, but once more you couldn’t understand a thing he said. Instead, he put a hand up to his mouth to try and hide his blush and stop himself from saying more nonsense.

Aziraphale laughed lightly. “I think someone fancies someone.” Crowley looked at Aziraphale with a look of horror. You felt a light blush form on your own face. “Perhaps love at first sight, right, Crowley?”

With a poof, the scarlet man standing before you disappeared in a cloud of smoke and had turned into a very unconscious snake.

“Is that normal?” you asked slightly stunned.

Aziraphale chuckled nervously. “It appears I went too far. But yes, this is normal whenever Crowley is under a great deal of stress.”

You weren’t at all bothered by his sudden appearance. After all, it didn’t take you too long to discover Aziraphale’s true identity after reading some personal dedications to the man owning the bookshop. The letters were dated hundreds of years prior.

You carefully crouched down towards the snake and cradled him in your arms. “Will he be alright?”

“Yes,” Aziraphale sighed. Then, he pursed his lips together while thinking. “Although, it wouldn’t hurt if you could look after him until he wakes back up.”

“Okay,” you nodded and situated yourself back in your seat and made sure the snake was in the sunlight. Hopefully, the warmth would help him come back to. You held your book in one hand and slid your hands over his smooth scales. Aziraphale nodded with approval before disappearing in the back to deal with some paperwork.

By the time you had finished your book, the snake was still slumbering in your lap. The sun was starting to set and the street lights were turning on. It’d be a long walk home, one that did make you slightly nervous. Still, it didn’t feel right to leave the snake to wake up alone, so you remained in your chair.

“Oh dear, still out, is he?” Aziraphale asked while sipping at a cup of cocoa. You nodded your head while still following the pattern of his scales. “You can leave if you want to, my dear. I’ll look after him.”

“That’s okay,” you said quietly. “I don’t mind.”

“If you say so,” Aziraphale nodded. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay, thank you.”

You watched the cars pass by. They were all in a hurry to get somewhere. It was weird, really. None of them ever seemed to just take the time to enjoy what was right there in front of them.

Then, you felt a shift on your lap. Looking down, the snake was starting to slither around. He lifted its head and shook it from side to side. “Good morning,” you cooed at the snake. He shot his head in your direction quickly. “You feeling okay?”

The snake nodded and then slithered off your lap. “Ssssorry,” it hissed. Then, it slowly started to morph back into the shape of a man. A bright blush was still evident on his cheeks, though you supposed you’d be blushing if you woke up on the lap of someone you didn’t really know. “It looks like I’ve kept you here for a while.” It appeared he had finally found his words.

“I would have read this late, anyway,” you waved him off and stood from your place. “Though, I suppose I should get home.”

“Do you have a ride?” Crowley asked. You shook your head no. “Would. Would it be alright if I drove you home?” He looked to the side. “If you’re comfortable with that, at least.”

You smiled softly up at the supernatural being. “I’d like that, thank you.”