#crowley x angel!reader good omens

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Crowley X Reader: To love and be loved

This is purely self indulgente

Warnings: fluff, heartbreak, happy ending

Word count:1,8K

He’s not used to this feeling. He knows what it is, well at least he thinks he does, but he’s still not accustomed to it. 

Love is weird. 

Crowley had always thought that and this situation just seemed to prove it. He loved Aziraphale. It had taken him eons to admit it to himself but he knew it was true. But as much as he loved Aziraphale he also loved you. A demon in love with an angel and a human. It’s funny how life works. He still hadn’t told you how he felt. His heart was still recovering from Azi’s rejection. But despite the heartbreak he knew you’d be much more open to his  love than Aziraphale had been. You’d stuck around, after all. Which was more than he could say for the Angel. Crowley could still feel the warmth of your body as you stood beside him that day as you both watched Aziraphale leave. He missed the feeling of having you near. You’d tried to reach him but he was making it absurdly hard for you. Crowley wanted to be alone and at the same time he wanted someone to hold him. 

Was this how humans felt after a breakup? Odd little creatures. 

It took some time but Crowley finally caved. He drove over to your apartment, parking the Bentley somewhere safe before going to knock at your door. He turned to look at the street as he waited for you to open the door, his eyes catching on the bookshop on the other side. It wasn’t your fault you lived right in front of it. It was why you’d ended up meeting the two of them in the first place. It finally hit Crowley why he’d put this off for so long. As much as he wanted to see you he couldn’t deal with the thought of coming back here and finding the bookshop empty. 

Crowley didn’t hear you unlock the door. He didn’t hear it screech open either. You glanced at the Demons characteristic red locks, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest at the sight. You went to place your hand on Crowley's shoulders, stopping for a moment as you realized just what he was staring at. You moved closer to him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Crowley moved his head to the side, his nose bumping against your cheek. He closed his eyes, taking in your familiar scent. He loved when you hugged him like this. 

“Long time no see.”

“Sorry about that dove.”

“It’s okay. You’re here now.”

Crowley hummed against your skin as you gave a kiss to his shoulder blade, despite his coat he felt the pressure of your lips against his skin. You were always so affectionate with him. It had taken him a while to get used to it but now he couldn’t see himself living without your caresses.

“Wanna come inside?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll make some coffee.”

Crowley sat on your armchair, his legs slung on top of your coffee table as he watched you move around in the kitchen. You hummed as you worked making the Demon smile. He rose from his seat moving over to your record collection. He skimmed through the vinyls searching for the right one. Once he’d found it he went over to your record player, placing the disc in before turning the machine on. Your head turned to face him as you heard “Good Old-fashioned lover boy” begin to play. You smiled at Crowley, watching as he moved over to you.

“Queen huh?”

“Heard you humming it.”

“Ah I see.”

You placed the rag you had been holding on the counter. Crowley watched you sway your body to the rhythm cautiously for a moment before starting to dance without hesitation. He grinned at you his head bopping to the beat. You stuck your hand out to him walking backwards into the living room.  He gave you a dubious glance, silently asking what you were doing.

“Well, aren’t you going to dance with me?”

“Oh I don't dance.”

“Bullshit.”

Crowley looked at you, his eyes moving over your features sadly. Before the memories could get him down he gave you his hand.

“Oh what the hell.”

You laughed as Crowley spun you around. The two of you moved around the living room, each one dancing in their own weird way. Everyonce in a while you'd bump into each other causing you to have a fit of laughter. Neither of you thought anything of it when your skin grazed the other, you were used to having close contact with each other. And then something changed. You bumped into Crowley for what felt like the hundredth time but this time instead of nudging him with your limps you managed to collide into his body, causing his arms to wrap around you.

“Careful dove.”

“Sorry.”

You raised your head, eyes falling on Crowley's yellow orbs. You hadn't noticed he’d taken off his glasses. Your hand found its way to his cheek, one finger tracinging over the mark near his ear. The Demon stared down at you observing the way your eyelids fluttered lightly as you caressed him, your lips parted in a way that allowed him to feel your breath against his skin. He could feel your heartbeat against his chest, the steady thrum soothing him. You didn’t break eye contact, allowing Crowley's eyes to lure you in. The Demon started to become self conscious causing him to lower his gaze. You called out his name placing a finger under his chin. He raised his head to look at you. He looked so scared. You’d rarely seen him look so uncertain of himself.

“You’re very pretty, you know that?”

You weren’t really sure why you’d said that. It had just come out. Crowley's brows creased as he looked at you. Here you were holding him in your arms in the middle of your living room and telling him he looked pretty. He wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. He didn’t really know how to react. You moved your head up slightly, eyes shifting back and forth as you inched your face closer to Crowleys. When the Demon didn’t move away from you in anger you decided to go for it. Your lips grazed Crowleys as you laid a gentle kiss to his mouth. You opened your eyes, pulling away. Your gaze fell on Crowley's shocked expression, your own eyes widening as you realized what you’d just done.

“Oh shit. Crowley, I'm so sorry.”

You backed away unlatching yourself from Crowley as you stumbled backwards. You put your hands over your face covering it in embarrassment.

“Fuck.”

Letting out an angry groan you forced yourself to look at Crowley. He still had the same expression plastered on his face. You bit your lip as you tried to formulate the right thing to say. 

“Crowley listen i’m really-”

He was sick of hearing you say sorry. He was sick of the way you avoided his gaze. He needed to feel you again. Needed to have you close to him. With two long strides the Demon had made his way over to you, one of his hands gripping onto your hip as the other wound itself in your hair. Crowley shoved his lips against yours, hungrily devouring the gasp that left your mouth. You clung onto Crowley's jacket in desperation. He kissed you in a bruising manner, hands trying to hold onto whatever of you he could reach. His hands were cold against your skin, something you’d become used to over the years. In your despair you and Crowley had managed to make your way to the other side of the living room. Your ass bumped into the record player causing the needle to scratch against the vinyl in a grating noise. The sound made you and Crowley cover your ears, hands detaching from each other. The Demon let out a frustrated groan moving to lift the needle.

“I’ll get you a new one.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Crowley set the needle back down on the disc in a random spot. A small sigh left the Demon's lips as “Somebody to love” started playing. You noticed the way Crowley's body sagged a bit causing you to frown.

“Crowley here let me change-”

“Listen.”

The Demon's hand held onto your wrist, stopping you from switching the track that was playing. You didn’t understand why he wanted to keep listening to this song. After everything that had happened in the past few weeks you would have thought that a love song was the last thing he would want to hear. Crowley's fingers trailed up your arm making you look at his face. You watched as he observed the way his fingers moved over your skin. He was thinking about something. Really thinking about it. You wondered what exactly could make the line between his brows appear so predominant.  You placed your hand over Crowley’s causing him to look at you. You smiled at the Demon beginning to nod your head to the beat of the song. 

“Find me somebody to love. Come on Crowley sing it with me.”

“Find me somebody to love.”

“There you go.”

You sang the words together. While you sang with your whole heart Crowley sang with a bit more hesitancy. You didn’t hold it against him though. He'd been through a lot. Even if the words were part of lyrics they still held a deeper meaning. You knew that. Maybe that was what made you sing with such passion. Maybe it’s what made you keep your eyes focused on Crowley's face as you sang. Because it meant something. And you wanted him to know that. 

“Can anybody find me somebody to…..love.”

“Already did.”

“Oh Crowley. Azi’s a fool he’s a big-”

“I’m not talking about the Angel.”

Your brows creased in confusion. Crowley loved Aziraphale. You’d known if from the moment you’d laid eyes on them. So if he wasn’t talking about him who could he be-oh oh. Crowley moved closer to you, placing his hand on your chin. You gazed up at him, eyes moving back and forth as your brain struggled to compute what this meant. The Demon leaned his head down slightly. He was going to take it slow this time. Give you time to push him away if that’s what you wanted. He wouldn’t fuck up again. He knew better now. Crowley called out your name. You realized you hadn’t said anything for a while.You cursed yourself for reacting so slowly.  You’d forgotten that Crowley had developed trust issues because of Aziraphale. He wasn’t going to be the one to make the final move. He couldn’t handle another heartbreak so he was leaving it up to you to decide what happened next.

“Crowley…”

The Demon prepared himself to pull away from you. He’d already begun to back away when you let out a breathy whisper.

“I love you too.”

He wasn’t sure he’d heard you correctly. His mind had a way of playing games with him recently. But then your lips were on his and your hands were winding around his neck and he just knew. He knew this was real. You were real. You loved him. And that was more than enough.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

how about one where the reader is a great singer, but feels shy and Crowley encourages her?

Love your work! <3

Hi my pretty,

Here's some HCs bc I have, like, 15 reqs for singing related things and I cannot possibly write them all and write them all different haha

Angel!Crowley x GN!Reader

Good Omens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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Angel!Crowley is obsessed with your singing. It genuinely makes them sad to know that you're shy about singing.

The first time they heard you singing, she was absolutely enraptured. He'd almost knocked a bookshelf over to find where the music was coming from.

If they notice you're singing, they're always deathly quiet because it's such a treat when you're feeling confident enough to sing.

Sometimes she will pull just a little miracle to put one of his favourite songs on the queue in the hopes that she might get to hear you sing even just a few lines.

When you find out that they've been doing this, you're a bit embarrassed at first, but Crowley is so genuine in her adoration for you that you forgive her with a peck on the cheek (she blushes).

"I mean, I just cannot believe Heaven would let a voice like yours go unnoticed. You could sing for the bosses if you'd like to. Such a beautiful voice, my love."

Crowley always puts music on when you go anywhere so that you have music to vibe to.

"Oh, love, please do sing that one again. It's one of my favourites."

"The acoustics in the shower are quite something, not that you need them, of course."

"My love, I could listen to your voice for eons."

[jophiel-extras]

summary :: sfw alphabet with Angel Crowley. Reader is assumed Angel in these.

warning :: none, fluffy!

note :: don’t think I’ve seen Angel Crowley for an x reader yet, so here you are my beloveds

A = Affection

Crowley (before his sauntering) was one of the more affectionate angels. He didn’t particularly mind being in someone’s personal space and wasn’t quite aware of their possible dislike of it. He was very prone to hanging off any angels he fancied as friends. As hugs weren’t yet a thing back then, Crowley would show his affections in other ways, mainly standing very close to you and having one body part touching you. Spending quality time with you was another big factor. Crowley would love to sit and chat with you for some time. Once, you’d almost spent a whole week chatting, unknowing of the length because the concept of time simply wasn’t thought up yet.

B = Best friend

Crowley was such a bright Angel, it wasn’t hard to befriend him because of his outgoing personality and once he considered you a friend it was hard not to be his best friend. Mainly, because most angels wouldn’t be very fond of his “weird,” (as they’d put it) ways, so when he found someone that he got along with, he’d stick to them like glue.

C = Cuddles

If they’d been around during his time as an Angel, I’m sure Crowley would’ve quite enjoyed embracing his fellow ethereals, especially the ones he cared for as close friends. He certainly would’ve been a tight squeezer that would pick you up.

D = Domestic

In terms of “settling down,” for Angel Crowley, that meant sitting with the stars in peace. He wanted more than anything to be upon he stars and fly within nebulas for the rest of his eternal life. Of course, he wanted you to join him, too.

E = Ending

Nothing ever really ends, not when you’re immortal.

F = Fiance(e)

When Crowley got rumoured news of the forever binding law of marriage, he’d wondered first if you’d be up for it, then second if it was reserved for humans only. The answer to that sorely disappointed him.

G = Gentle

Crowley could occasionally get overexcited, but he was an Angel and from that, everything he touched was a generation from the grace of God. He was as gentle as they came.

H = Hugs

Yes! As already established Angel Crowley would’ve loved hugs!

I = I love you

Surprise, surprise, declarations of love weren’t all the rage in heaven way back in the day, though Crowley would save things like that for his special angel, you.

J = Jealousy

Haven? Jealousy? The concept hadn’t even been felt yet by Lucifer!

K = Kisses

Well, someone had to come up with the idea of a “kiss,” and whether it was you first, or Crowley did not compare to how much he loved doing it. Sure, Angels showed affection but none quite like you and Crowley, it was so different in fact that you both preferred to hide it away from the other Angels. The way Crowley kissed you was quite fun, and most times ticklish, inducing laughter and giggles.

L = Little ones

Children weren’t yet a reality, but I’m sure he would’ve loved them, as he did most things.

M = Morning

By the time mornings were established, Crowley was unfortunately sizzling in hell, though I’m sure he would’ve been keen on watching a sunrise with you.

N = Night

The same, but a sunset.

O = Open

Crowley was always quite open about the thoughts that ran through his head, almost too much. Unabashedly he was honest about his love for you, after all embarrassment wasn’t something that existed yet.

P = Patience

He wasn’t one for waiting, but for an immortal, patience is endless (despite how eager he was for the universe to start existing).

Q = Quizzes

Crowley has always had quite a good memory and often picks up little things about you. From the beginning he’s had a keen memory of your interests, attitudes and general way of expressing yourself. He might not verbalise that he know so much about you, but he does.

R = Remember

You had asked Crowley what his favourite planet was at the time of his star-y creating and he’d taken you to Mars. A large orange planet that oddly matched the colour of his hair. At a closer inspection, Crowley remarked at the dullness of it and jested that you should help him create some life forms to liven things up. Dumbfounded by the proposition you quickly said no, to which he pleaded “But you’re so creative! C’mon, let’s spice things up,” and you had caved, leading to a bit of an ecosystem on Mars with water and plants that quickly died out before the humans had found them. Honestly, you still wonder how you weren’t found out.

S = Security

Other than some passive aggressive Angels, there was nothing to protect you from in heaven. All Crowley ever wanted was just to have alone time with you, where you could chat to him about a lifetime of unimportant topics in peace.

T = Try

Crowley would often pull you from your heavenly duties to goof around. If it wasn’t for that, the two of you would’ve barely seen one another. He had always put in the effort to see you and it’s what kept the friendship strong.

U = Ugly

Crowley’s bad habits would usually consist of him either bending or completely breaking the rules. It had gotten you in trouble more than once.

V = Vanity

Vanity only became a problem for Crowley when he began hanging out with the wrong Angels. He was always beautiful of course, but the realisation and indulgence of it was one of his early sins. He’d fallen soon after.

W = Whole

Not if you weren’t there. Crowley feels the loneliness, being so different. Without you and the strong friendship you had, Crowley feels empty.

X = Xtra

Whatever duties you were given during the creation of the universe, Crowley would usually find a way to sneak in, add his own little touch and meddle. It was usually charming, when it didn’t end up with you in trouble.

Y = Yuck

Angel Crowley could never break through to some of the harder Angels like Gabriel or Micheal and had usually found their personalities… distasteful.

Z = Zzz

Practically invented sleeping! After doing so, he beckoned for you to try it but you could never doze off, not with him staring over you like an excited dog.

[angelspathway]

“Breathe..” Crowley x reader

Note: I don’t know, just felt like writing unplanned smut. Enjoy.

She felt like a whore, legs cocked open and tears running down her flushed face. Her stomach felt like it was being filled to the brim, about to be split opened. “Please..” God, her voice was breathless and her throat was raspy from screaming, whimpering. She puts her hands on his shoulders, begging the man to let up. The heavy thrusts were scrambling her brain. “I.. don’t think I can take it..”

“Breathe..” Is all he simply says, holding her hips down and massaging her pelvic bone with his thumbs. She threw her head back, moaning out and panting heavily, squirming. “You can do it…”

She was reeling, head spinning and eyes crossed as drool seeped down the side oof her lips. Her body was rocking, pussy wet and breasts bouncing with every slow, but harsh thrusts. He was ruining her, stealing her away and ruining any other guy she decided to fuck if she ever broke up with him. He would have her running back to him every time, thinking about how well he performed while buried inside of her. It was almost manipulative. He was going to keep her right here, love her and fuck her brains out in the nicest way possible.

Tears were fogging up her vision, grabbing at his hair and digging her manicured nails into the soft locks of her hair. She trying not to scream, not wanting to alert anyone in the neighborhood. She contracted around him, whimpering and struggling to keep eye contact with him. “There’s my pretty girl.. Keep those eyes on me…” his smile was wicked, showing off sharp pearly white teeth. She squirmed around, only to be trapped by his hands on her hips. She wished the other one was here, watching her struggle to take him.

He let off of her hips, pulling her flushed against his body by her thighs, pushing every inch inside of her. She cried out, burying her face into the pillow. He stopped thrusting, rubbing his warm hands on her stomach while holding her there. He shushes her whimpering cries, watching as her toes constrict and her body twitch. “You are doing so well..”, he continued to thrust, causing her to grab onto the sheets, moaning his name in a sinful praise.

Wave after wave crashed over her, making her brain go completely numb. He released the pressure off her stomach, pulling out and painting her thighs in thick spurts. His groans were music to her numbed mind. “You did so well.. I’m proud of you, star..”

His red hair was slightly deflated from his usual fluffy state as he pulled away, shuffling on the bed and pulling her to his body, wrapping her in his warmth. He smelt like fire and ash mixed with sweat, but she didn’t mind the smell. He rubbed her back, kissing her head. “I can’t feel my legs, Crowley..”

“Good.”

[onceuponapuffin]

Fanatic Intervention Part 23!!!

Okay, so yes this took me a while, but it's here :)

Let's do this.

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With a click, the tripod locked into place. Jeremy went behind his recording phone to check the angle one more time. It looked perfect – he would be dead center of the screen as he started his latest masterpiece. He nodded in satisfaction and hit record. He needed to get as much footage as he could before Doug showed up to “bust” him. As much as his viewers loved watching him do this stuff and get away with it, the numbers always jumped whenever he “got caught” and had to get himself out of trouble. Lucky for him he had friends at the police station who were happy to play along for the right price. Doug, specifically, was his most reliable buddy cop. He had like, 3 kids, so he was always happy to have the extra cash. Jeremy was pretty sure he’d taken them to Disney World on it last year. Jeremy’s dad may not have been around all that much, but one thing he’d made sure Jeremy learned early was the power of holding others’ financial stability in the palm of your hand.

Jeremy stepped into the camera’s line of sight, made it look like he was adjusting the angle, then he winked and ran a hand through his hair. Gotta look cool for the camera. Then, he picked up a bottle of spray paint, shook it, and tossed into the air. He missed the catch, but that’s alright, his editor Luca would make it look good in post. Then he started painting. The comments had asked for him to paint something called Trollface. Honestly he’d had to Google it and he thought it was the weirdest thing he’d ever seen, but if it got him views and followers, then sure. He could see the faint chalk lines that his artist Matteo had drawn for him ahead of time. Luca would erase those in post. With another smile at the camera, Jeremy pressed the trigger, and began painting Trollface on the side of the federal office building.

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Okay, you decide, the time has come. You need to say something.

“Um, hey everyone?” You start as Crowley steers deeper and deeper into the busy streets of LA, “I think the car is a Swiftie.”

Aziraphale sighs and looks at Crowley. “Is this one I want to ask about? I still rather regret asking last time”

“Listen, every song for the last three hours has been Taylor Swift,” You insist, “And the second someone mentions it, the song changes to a different artist, but then it just goes right back!”

Anathema raises an eyebrow at you.

“Don’t give me that look,” You say to her, “You are not someone who should be looking at me like I’m crazy.”

“Maybe it’s just an AI feature,” Sardis suggests, “You know, it sees that there are Taylor Swift songs on our playlist, and Taylor Swift is a pretty big deal right now, so it just gives us more of her songs.”

“No,” You say, “It’s the car, I’m sure of it--” You’re prevented from saying anything else because Crowley slams on the break and leans on the horn. Someone had the audacity to try and cut him off. You have no idea who would try something like that, but you are very sure that they will find themselves regretting it later. To your right, you see Sardis shaking his head. Anathema is swearing under her breath in at least two languages, and Aziraphale is holding on to anything he can get a grip on as though his life depends on it. You, for your part, are trying a bunch of breathing techniques to try and shake off the shock of what just happened. While inhaling and counting on your fingers, you happen to look out the window, and you get the breath knocked out of you for a second time.

“WAIT I THINK I SEE HIM!” You scream, pointing out the window. Crowley slams on the brakes again and swerves in the direction you’re pointing. A corner of your brain is once again comforted to realize that he does actually use his mirrors. Aziraphale shrieks and grabs the overhead handle with both hands. Anathema swears really loudly, but Sardis actually looks where you pointed and becomes rather excitable himself.

“THAT’S HIM! THAT’S HIM!” Sardis yells, confirming your suspicion.

What are the chances, right? Yeah, okay we’ve done this bit before, I’m not gonna harp on it. You get how this goes by now. Suspend your disbelief – we have things to do.

The kid in question – Jeremy – is busily vandalizing the side of an office building. He’s within view of the street, which honestly you find really annoying. Couldn’t he at least have the decency to go around back? No, you figure, probably not. That tik tok seemed to suggest that he wanted to get caught. How on earth were you going to convince him to help save the world?

The car comes to a screeching halt right behind the boy who, weirdly enough, doesn’t seem alarmed by the sound. He doesn’t jump or anything. At least, not until he turns around, then he almost leaps three feet in the air. There’s suddenly surprise and confusion on his face as Crowley cuts the engine and hops out. Aziraphale also scrambles out the door, but you figure that’s probably less about the mission and more about Crowley’s driving.

Jeremy drops his spray paint and runs.

Aziraphale groans. “Must it be running?” He asks no one in particular. There isn’t any time to reply before Sardis goes rushing past the lot of you.

“You coming slowpokes?” He calls over his shoulder.

“No!” Aziraphale answers, “You’re doing quite well on your own! We’ll catch up with you!”

“Speak for yourself!” Anathema huffs at the angel. Then she picks up her skirt and starts running after Sardis, heels and all. You look over your shoulder and see that Crowley and Aziraphale have hopped back in the car. Wait, wait, you’re gonna get left behind. After only a second of indecision, you book it back to the car behind the husbands and you only just manage to get your other foot in the door before the door slams behind you and Crowley takes off at full speed. How does he know where he’s going? You have no idea, but you’re not asking questions. Besides, you’re busy being thrown around the backseat because he took off too fast for you to put on your seatbelt.

“OI! OUTTA THE WAY!!” He yells, full volume, laying on the horn. The traffic bends to his will, as do the lights. There are miraculous spaces for Crowley to weave between cars, every light is green, and he drives through construction zones without any trouble. Once you finally manage to sit back up and click in a seatbelt (it immediately locks tight, which is uncomfortable, but you decide it’s the better of your options), you glance at Aziraphale, whose eyes are shut tight. You vaguely register that the car has started playing Taylor Swift again.

“You okay, Azi?” You call. The seatbelt is constricting you too much to get his full name out. Fortunately he seems MUCH too distracted to notice.

“As long as Crowley doesn’t discorporate us, I’ll be fine,” The angel mutters. The look on his face says otherwise.

“Yeah, Crowley please don’t kill us,” You call to the driver’s seat. From the rearview mirror you can see the smile on his face, and just how yellow his eyes are getting.

“We’ll be FINE,” He says through his devilish smile, as a maniacal laugh rises in his throat. Well, nice to see someone is enjoying themselves.

“Good lord,” Aziraphale mutters. Honestly, you can’t tell if he’s trying to be sassy or if he’s actually praying. Could easily be either.

You close your eyes, and do your best not to throw up.

After what feels like too long, the car finally drifts to a screeching halt. You’re thrown sideways, and find yourself feeling grateful for the hug of the seatbelt – it’s the only thing keeping you from being thrown against the door like a ragdoll. The doors and seatbelt unlock with a click, and your door is thrown open for you. It takes you a second to get your bearings, and as soon as you step out of the car, you see three figures running toward you at full speed. Jeremy, and right behind him, Sardis and Anathema.

Jeremy’s attention is behind him. Clearly he doesn’t expect anyone to have gone around. By the time he looks back, he’s going to fast to stop – and he bumps into Crowley.

“Well well well,” The demon says, towering over the teen, “It’s been a while, now, hasn’t it?”

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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Happily Ever After? (Crowley x Fem!Angel!Reader)

Requested by: Anonymous 

Word Count: 2,333

Summary: A threat from Hastur nearly ruins the life Crowley had built for himself. 

Warnings: Minimal editing lol, angst 

 Before Crowley finally confessed his feelings for you, it took quite literally every ounce of Aziraphale’s willpower to not tell you how the demon felt. It was in his nature to love love and just seeing you two pining for each other for centuries nearly had him turn to drinking due to the frustration.

Crowley finally told you how he felt when he thought he was going to lose you for good. Cliché, he knows that, but you reciprocated the feeling. Which surprised him given you two are so different. He was a demon, you were an angel. Complete opposites.

You lived with Aziraphale in a cozy, two-bedroom flat. Your room was decorated in flowers and beautiful and bright paintings. You wore white practically all the time besides the occasional pastels.

Crowley lived in a flat that looked straight out of a vampire’s wet dream. It was dark, quiet, perfect for any creature of the night. Crowley wore exclusively blacks, grays, and reds.

But nonetheless, here you two were, together, and most importantly, happy.

It had been nearly a year since the apocalypse that didn’t happen. Neither Crowley nor Aziraphale had heard from their respective head offices since then after the ultimate identity switch of the ages.

Everything was perfect. You often stayed at Crowley’s his usually dark flat filled with light because of you. He couldn’t have pictured even five years ago that this would be his life now, his eternity now, at least he hoped.

Hope.

It was a weird feeling to have as a demon. All hope seemed to have been ripped away from him when he’d fallen, or sauntered, as he liked to say. He became bitter for quite a while, even excited to thwart off happiness, as was his job.

But you, with your smile and your cute, stupid laugh. You broke him. Made him happy, gave him hope, and now, he truly couldn’t picture life without you.

So, when he came home one day and found Hastur waiting for him in his flat rather than yourself, he felt that filter of perfection over his life begin to crack.

“Hastur, long time no see,” Crowley spoke, casual as he took off his jacket, throwing it across the back if the couch.

The other demon smirked, “Making a life for yourself it seems,” Hastur replied, ignoring Crowley’s attempt at small talk.

Crowley felt his neutral expression falter. “So it seems,” he said.

“An angel?” Hastur began, taking a step towards Crowley, “I’m sure you know the backlash that could be involved, for the both of you of course.”

“I thought we had an agreement, both sides leave us alone, after last time I thought you’d all learned your lesson,” Crowley challenged.

“Oh Crowley, nothing lasts forever, just as your little relationship won’t, if you don’t put a stop to it, we will,” Hastur spat, and with that, was gone.

Crowley grit his teeth, hands balling into fists. They weren’t going to touch you, and he’d do whatever he could to make sure of that. You were too good for them, too good for him, and he knew that, he always knew that. He never should’ve played into his little fantasy of a happy life.

It was then that you breezed into the flat. Your long hair falling beautifully down your back, you were dressed in one of his favorite dresses, a pretty purple color.

“Hi love,” you told him, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. “I got you a new plant!”.

You held up a small succulent proudly, the gesture made his heart feel like it was being squeezed.

Crowley realized he hadn’t said anything and cleared his throat, “Thanks.” It was short, harsh, the slight fall of your smile didn’t go unnoticed by him. It hurt.

“Something wrong?” you asked, setting the small plant on the side table next to the couch.

“Nothing, why do you ask?” Crowley replied.

“Oh, um, you just seem…off,” you spoke, leaning against the back of the couch.

“I’m fine, angel, I don’t need you to worry about me,” Crowley told you before stalking out of the room, leaving you confused.

*

Over the next few days Crowley’s demeanor towards you changed drastically. In his eyes he was protecting you, pushing you away. In yours, he was cold, closer to the Crowley you’d met in Eden.

He was short with you, barely wanted you in his flat. He made every excuse in the book not to spend time with you. It hurt you, he’d been fine earlier in the week and now, he was almost cruel.

You’d finally had enough and after helping Aziraphale in the bookstore you found yourself at Crowley’s flat, pounding on the door. You usually weren’t so curt but given the circumstances you wanted an explanation, or to help, whichever made this right.

After knocking for several minutes, the door was finally swung open, Crowley stood there dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, his hair a mess.

“What?” he all but spat at you.

The venom in Crowley’s voice caught you off guard, but you stood your ground.

“I came to see you, we’ve barely talked recently, and you’ve been acting strange all week almost, you’ve been…cold,” you replied, looking down at your feet.

Crowley laughed, the sound making you jump, it wasn’t happy, it was almost emotionless.

“I’m a demon, it’s what I do,” Crowley told you.

You looked up at him, his sunglasses were on so you couldn’t see his eyes, but this felt wrong, this wasn’t Crowley, your Crowley.

“But you aren’t, not to Zira, not to me, you…you love me, you’ve said it countless times, if I’ve done something wrong just tell me,” you practically begged, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

“Maybe I just realized this isn’t going to work out,” Crowley answered. “I mean really darling, did you think we were going to live happily ever after?”.

Crowley nearly broke at the look on your face when those words left his lips. He wanted to stop, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t risk getting you hurt, it would be selfish to keep himself happy knowing you could be in danger.

“Fine,” you finally choked out, “it’s over.”

With that you were gone, walking quickly down the hall towards the elevators.

Crowley slammed the door to his flat, tossing off his glasses and running a hand over his face to try and stop his own tears. That was it, you were never going to forgive him now, Heaven only knows what Aziraphale was going to think of him.

He threw himself on the couch, head in his hands. He was fucked, but maybe it was what he deserved.

It wasn’t very long into the night that another knock sounded at his door. Crowley didn’t bother getting up from the couch, he was lying on his back, an arm thrown over his face while his other hung off the couch, a half-finished bottle of bourbon in his hand.

He jumped though when the door opened of its own accord and Aziraphale strode through, looking angrier than Crowley had ever seen before in the 6,000 years he’d known the angel.

“My dear boy you better have a perfectly good explanation as to why you caused Y/N to storm into the flat this evening crying,” Aziraphale spoke firmly, shutting the door behind him.

“Piss off,” Crowley groaned, throwing his arm back over his eyes and taking a swig from the bottle in his hand.

“No, you don’t get to push me away as well,” Aziraphale replied, coming around the couch and grabbing the bourbon from the demon throwing himself a pity party. “It took nearly an hour to console her enough to get her to tell me what happened.”

At that, Crowley’s heart shattered all over again, he really hurt you this time.

“I don’t deserve her angel, we all know that” Crowley spoke, managing to sit up rather ungracefully.

“So, you hurt her? Treat her with utter cruelty this entire week so that you could break her heart at the end of it?” Aziraphale retorted.

“It’s better this way,” Crowley sighed, looking up at the angel in front of him, Aziraphale could see the redness of his face, he’d been crying as well.

“You and I both know that to be completely untrue, you two are perfect for each other, you make each other happy, at least you did, until you mucked it up,” Aziraphale spoke curtly.

Crowley grit his teeth, “Hastur threatened her alright?! He said if I didn’t end things with Y/N they would! You and I both know they would kill her given the chance!”.

Aziraphale’s face fell, “I thought with what happened they were leaving us all alone?”.

“I did too, it was stupid of me to believe I could be happy with her,” Crowley replied, exasperated as he sat down on the couch.

Aziraphale was silent before he came and sat beside his best friend on the couch, putting a gentle hand on his knee.

“She deserves an explanation, at least more of one than what I plan to tell her when I get back, and an apology,” Aziraphale told Crowley before standing up and heading for the door. He turned back before leaving, “And you’re wrong.”

Crowley looked up, raising an eyebrow, “You deserve to be happy, both of you,” the angel finished, before pulling open the door and leaving the demon alone again.

*

The next day Crowley stood outside the bookshop. He felt hot, hotter than normal at least with being a demon and all. He also felt like he could throw up, something he had never done before but knew it would be unpleasant to behold.

Before he could psyche himself out, he pushed open the bookshop door. The familiar smell of old books was somewhat comforting. Aziraphale rounded the corner of one of the shelves, eyes falling on his best friend.

“She’s upstairs, I’ll get her, at least, I assume you’re not just here to skulk?” Aziraphale questioned.

"Please, I’ll be over there,” Crowley spoke, nodding to where two couches sat.

Aziraphale nodded before disappearing and Crowley turned, flipping the OPEN sign on the shop’s door to CLOSED. He didn’t need any human interrupting this asking if Aziraphale sold whatever a “Colleen Hoover” was.

Crowley sat then on one couch, taking off his sunglasses. He didn’t need to hide anything, especially not from you. You always said that his eyes were beautiful, he hoped maybe that there was some part of you that still did.

When Crowley heard footsteps he stood, smoothing down his jacket, he was more nervous than when he’d finally told you he loved you.

You soon appeared, Aziraphale in tow. Your hair was up, and you were dressed in more comfy clothes, leggings and a sweater. Your normal smile was replaced with an emotionless look, your arms were crossed.

“Love,” Crowley greeted, “can we talk? Please?”.

Your expression didn’t change as you shrugged, “Why should I listen?”.

Crowley was stung slightly from the coldness your voice, but he supposed after last night, it was a fair tone.

“I want to apologize,” Crowley told you. “Explain myself.”

You thought for a moment before sighing, “Fine,” you answered.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Aziraphale spoke up, giving you a knowing look that said he’d come running if needed.

You moved and sat across from Crowley on the other couch as he took his seat. It was silent for a few moments before Crowley began, “I know I have no right to ask your forgiveness darling, but you at least deserve to why I treated you the way I did.”

You didn’t respond, but Crowley kept going, “Hastur stopped by a few days ago, he told me Hell knows about our relationship. He threatened you love; he said if I didn’t break things off, they would. You mean everything to me, and it scared me. I couldn’t stay with you knowing you would be in danger, so I pushed you away and I know now that was stupid.”

“Incredibly stupid,” you commented, making Crowley sigh.

“I deserve every bit of hate you have for me right now, but I just wanted you to know I am sorry. You have no idea how much it hurt to see you walk away last night. But I only came to explain myself; you don’t need to forgive me,” Crowley finished.

“I know I don’t,” you answered.

Crowley hung his head, he knew you’d never forgiven him, th…

“But I will,” you spoke, cutting off Crowley’s thoughts.

When he looked up again, you only nodded.

“Thank you, angel,” Crowley told you.

“Aziraphale told me what you’d said last night, I know you wanted to protect me, but I can take care of myself, with or without you,” you said, and Crowley nodded.

“I-I know, I never should have said those things to you darling,” Crowley said.

You only nodded in response, Crowley ran a hand through his hair, “Can... can you, c’mere?” Crowley asked you.

Getting up from your spot, you walked to where Crowley sat across from you. Crowley took your hands in his. “I promise to make this right, completely, I’ll do whatever it takes. I love you, angel.”

You smiled just slightly, finally. “I love you too,” you replied.

Crowley brought your hands to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently, lovingly.

Aziraphale rounded the corner again as you sat beside Crowley, looking rather pleased.

“Now, don’t you two go pulling anything like that again, it was hard enough getting our favorite demon to apologize this time,” Aziraphale spoke firmly, it made you giggle as you held one of Crowley’s hands in your lap.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Crowley replied, pressing a kiss to your head.

And besides, if someone dared come for you after this, he could promise it would be the last time Hell or Heaven ever crossed him again.

A/N: First, to whoever requested this, thank you and I hoped it lived up to what you were expecting! Thank you so much for reading, it really does mean a lot!! ❤ Second, let me know what you thought! Also, to those two who may be reading this and sent in requests I am going to get to those soon! I have been rather sick and also busy with work lately but will get to writing more very soon! 

[dyns33]

Ineffable

A Demon Morpheus x Anger Reader, in the Good Omens world. Don’t ask me why. It’s ineffable. 

They might never have met.

Even though they were almost as old as the universe, had been on the same side at one point, fought in the same war, and now operated on the rock called Earth, nothing compelled an angel and a demon to meet.

Most of the time the two sides were doing everything so that their paths did not cross.

But Y/N got along well with Aziraphale, Morpheus sometimes visited Crowley, and since Aziraphale and Crowley did nothing like everyone else, their paths hadn't stopped crossing for more than 6000 years.

However, there was really nothing that destined Y/N and Morpheus to do the same.

Y/N had been commissioned on Earth to primarily take care of animals. After all, they were also creations of God, pure creations, who hadn't touched the forbidden fruit, and who deserved as much attention as the loud, selfish humans, if not more. It was difficult, because humans kept hurting the animals she loved, in increasingly imaginative ways.

This could be partly blamed on Morpheus, even if it was not his primary goal, and therefore he was not the only one responsible. He had chosen this name during a trip in Ancient Greece, because being a demon of dreams, he thought it sounded good. One of the most powerful and beautiful, dreams always being pleasant at first, he was sometimes incubus, sometimes nightmare, and sometimes he simply tempted people by whispering to them ideas, desires, useless needs, which they could not forget after they woke up.

It was the demon who first encountered Aziraphale, following Crowley. He was surprised to find that the angel liked books so much. Usually, angels did not attach themselves to material and frivolous things.

       "My angel is a bit special." Crowley had said with a small smile.

Morpheus could have laughed, he could have reported this strange friendship to the authorities below, he could have used this information to tempt Aziraphale, but being of dreamlike essence, he loved stories, he was inspired by them, and he often returned to visit the angel to discover new books which made his work simpler and more amusing.

Y/N met Crowley while she was dealing with snakes. The demon continually refused to explain how he managed to get himself into such a mess, trapped among ordinary snakes that humans were going to use to make clothes, bags and shoes. He had been lucky that Y/N had intervened and noticed that he was not a normal snake.

Of course, since he was a demon, she didn't really trust him. But he was part snake, and she really liked animals, so she thought that was a good sign. And when he mentioned Aziraphale, she thought he couldn't be that bad.

He didn't like the compliment at all, taking it as an insult.

The meeting between Morpheus and Y/N happened in 1543. An ordinary day, during which Y/N had followed Crowley to the library of his angel, where the demon of dreams was already.

        "... Don't take this the wrong way, Aziraphale, one demon I can try to understand, but two ? Do you have something to tell me ?"

        "No ! No, not at all. It's just a customer who came to get a book, nothing more."

        "On the other hand Crowley, you seem to attract angels like honey."

        "I am no one's honey."

         "Not important." Morpheus sighed, turning to Y/N, wearing a seductive smile, trying to take her hand to kiss it and only bowing to her when she stepped back. "It's a real pleasure to meet you."

Since he wasn't a snake, Y/N decided not to trust him at all. Even after a while, or rather several decades, she continued to be suspicious.

But Morpheus didn't go after the animals, it was totally unnecessary, a real waste of time, since they didn't commit any sin and all went straight to heaven, so she considered she should just ignore him, focusing on her work. It would be simple, they had no reason to meet outside of Aziraphale's bookstore.

        "Hello, little angel."

        "... If you say it's a coincidence again, I'll rip your tongue out."

        "What violence for a being of light." said Morpheus, mock-shocked, holding one hand behind his back.

        "Are you here again to give me a present and apologize for what happened last time ?"

        "Rome was an accident, I swear !"

        "Demons are liars, they don't swear. And you just admitted that all the other times were voluntary !" Y/N growled.

Since their meeting, the angel and the demon kept meeting, by accident. At least that was what Morpheus claimed. Y/N didn't believe it at all, because each time, he found a way to put her in embarrassing, dangerous, or unpleasant situations. All his pranks and pettiness was starting to get annoying.

But after each bad deed, he came back with a sad pout, offered a present to apologize to her, without ever saying the three magic words.

       "I don't see why I would forgive you this time. It was really awful."

        "Maybe because it's charitable to forgive, and mostly because I brought this ?"

When the demon presented the cat statue to her, Y/N tried her best to keep calm. It was a very beautiful cat statue, obviously old, full of history, certainly Japanese, and which would fit perfectly in her large collection. If Aziraphale liked books, Y/N had a weakness for everything that had to do with animals.

        "... Fine. I forgive you, again, because it's the right thing to do, and I pray that you finally find your way to salvation."

        "Of course, little angel, of course."

Obviously, this was all a very amusing distraction for the dream demon, and as long as she wasn't decorporated, and no animals were harmed, Y/N didn't really have a problem with that. He tormented her a bit, but she was used to it now, and his gifts were really lovely.

It wasn't that bad.

         "He's courting you."

Y/N tried not to spit her tea on the precious books in the shop, as Aziraphale threw this absurd sentence at her without any warning.

         "I'm sorry ! I've been wondering if I should step in for a while. I had some doubts, and spoke with Crowley about it, just to be sure. He confirmed to me that according to demonic practices, Morpheus had been courting you for a very long time now. According to him, it's obvious, only a blind idiot wouldn't see it. He asks that you remain discreet, these practices are secrets, he agreed to tell me because he owes you one, even though he refused to tell me what. There you go. You know everything."

        "... You think Morpheus is in love with me ?"

        "Oh, no. I mean, I don't know if demons can feel love. Not like us, anyway. But he sure feels something, demons don't court for fun."

        "I had no idea. I don't know what to do."

        "It depends, my dear. Are you interested ?" he asked nervously, not sure which answer he'd rather hear.

Y/N didn't know. This was a real surprise and she had never really wondered if she liked Morpheus. He was a demon after all, he wasn't trustworthy, he was her natural enemy, he was evil.

But he had never touched animals. He had even sometimes helped her in her work, being very patient, very gentle with the poor little creatures, holding them close to him and murmuring reassuring words in the old language.

Despite his pranks, he wasn't the most terrible demon she had encountered. Aziraphale said that if someone loved books, there must be divine light in them. Crowley had confided to her that Morpheus was the only demon he frequented. They got along pretty well. So maybe... Maybe this was all a good thing. That was part of the plan.

        "... What ?"

        "I asked you if you are courting me ?" she repeated shyly, trying not to smile too much.

        "Little angel, where did you get such an idea ?"

        "A snake hissed the idea to me. Listen, the pranks, the gifts, all this time we spend together... It does mean something."

"Indeed, that means you're naive and easy to fool." replied Morpheus with a cruel grimace "Me, courting you ? Poor thing, that's ridiculous. Demons don't court, they manipulate, they tempt, and they bring down. That's the only purpose we have, nothing more. "

If she had a heart, it would have broken in that moment. Not wanting to hear more, Y/N returned to her little house, where she did not cry, for the angels did not cry.

She hesitated to throw away all the gifts she had treasured, feeling ridiculous to have believed that a demon could be her friend, or more. Aziraphale and Crowley were wrong.

Several days passed. The bookseller angel phoned her to see if everything was okay when she didn't come to their weekly meeting to try out a new restaurant. Besides books, he really loved food.

She apologized, saying that she had had a lot of work, and now she had to take care of some things at home. He insisted, certain that something had happened, and since she was not good at lying, she told him everything that had happened before hanging up.

Another day passed until the black cat scratched at her window. Unable to resist an animal, she let it in, before realizing that it was not a cat.

         "... Morpheus. Did you come to manipulate me, tempt me or bring me down ?"

         "I... I came to apologize."

         "Sure." she sighed without looking at him. "And turning you into a cat is a way of coaxing me, I guess. Because I'm stupid, naive and I'm bound to accept your fake excuses as always."

         "No, listen to me, little angel. I freaked out when you came to see me, I... I didn't think you would broach the subject so frankly. In fact, I thought you already knew, and that we were not talking about it because it was not necessary."

         "If you try to prank me again..."

         "No !" he insisted, changing back to his human form, trying to take her hands, like when they first met. "It's complicated. I'm a demon, and you're an angel. It seems impossible, completely crazy. Forbidden ! I don't want you to be in trouble because of me, I don't want to lose what we have. I didn't want to hurt you, I shouldn't have said all those things, but I didn't know what to do, I didn't think it through. I just wanted everything to stay the way it was, that's all."

           "So... You want me to pretend we never had this conversation, so you can keep courting me while I pretend not to know and don't really respond to your advances, like an endless waltz ?"

           "Exactly ! Is it okay, sweet angel ? You… You accept being wooed without realizing it for eternity ?"

           "... I don't know. I don't quite understand what you're talking about. But I still haven't forgotten Rome, so if you could turn back into a cat and let me pet you, that would be a good start."

While a cat dream demon purred on the lap of an angel who pretended not to know she was cuddling a demon, two other entities watched from the window, making no comment, as Crowley and Aziraphale had been in much the same situation for 6,000 years now.

Maybe it was a part of the great plan. But since it was ineffable, they would never know for sure.

[imagination-phantom]

Not a drawing today! HOWEVER look at my sweet as pie angel of my eye sweetheart owns my heart tickety booboo ineffable lil MAN!!

My sister got him for me for my birthday on the 10th. We are #BlessedTodayMyFriends!!!!!

[neganwifey25-blog]

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 so good!!

If you still have a request opening, how about prompt number 3 “kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s” with Crowley in his Bentley ^_^ Crowley is magnificent and his Bentley is the sexiest car out there, they both seemed too perfect with this prompt. Thank you for your consideration!

You’re back (Crowley x Reader)

Author’s Notes: Magnificent Crowley and Sexy Bentley come right up! Also, can I just say how much I love this gif specifically? I mean look at this glorious bastard! and yes, I mean both cause I know this is Aziraphale!

Warning: A slight Gorey description, discombobulation and I may have made it angsty.

Prompt: #3 “Kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s”

Crowley was walking through the London streets on his way to his flat. Armageddon had just been prevented by Adam and it was like nothing had happened - everything was back to normal. Well, it seemed that way. But Crowley was still unsettled, not everything was as it was, not after what he saw.

He lost Aziraphale, he lost his Bentley and most concerning, he lost you and he saw it happen. 

~Flashback~

“Angel! Angel, where the bloody hell are you!?”

Crowley screamed as ran through your apartment, literally checking every nook and cranny for you. The demon was frantic, uncharacteristically scared that he lost the angels in his life. Then he heard your desperate scream.

“Crowley!” 

His head shot up to the window only to see you locking blades with another angel. Your longsword being the only thing blocking the blade from slicing your body in two. Your (e/c) eyes, previously panic-filled, were taken over with relief at the sight of the demon through the window. 

Hearing the scream, Crowley’s teeth were clenched as he rushed out the door. “Back away from them, you bastard!” He roared, ready to lunge at the angel, only for the world to be silenced.

It was all in slow motion as the angel smirked, taking advantage of your being distracted. He lifted his blade, shifting the weapon to point downwards. With the removal of the blade, all of your strength that kept the blade at bay was now forcing you towards your assailant as the blade was thrust downwards.

Crowley was forced to take in everything about this moment - The panic on your face, the cracking your splitting skull, the thud of your body on the ground whilst the sword was buried in the dirt to pin the bleeding body to the Earth. That look was frozen upon your eyes as life left your body. 

The corpse on the ground then started to glow a brilliant white before fading. The faintest silhouette was seen leaving it and being hauled upstairs, no matter how the form seemed to struggle. All that was left was the bloody sword as it was ripped from the ground by the angel, who still wore a proud smirk upon his face at having killed one of the traitors.

Crowley’s shoulders shook as rage filled his system, ready to explode in fiery fury. First Aziraphale and now you. Before the angel had a chance to mock the distraught demon, Crowley already grasped your longsword and pierced it through the chest of the bastard. Serpentine yellow eyes bore into the angel’s as the demon then twisted the sword earning a scream.

A second body shared the fate as the first one when the sword was ripped from his chest cavity. 

An impossibly tight grip on the sword’s hilt and furious tears filling the demon’s eyes as left for the closet pub, broken without his best friend and loved one with him.

~Current time~

Crowley looked up to the sky - to the heavens - wondering where you were at this moment. Aziraphale had been lucky to find a body to inhabit when they encountered Adam leading to him getting his body back. But you couldn’t for whatever reason and now Crowley could only assume you were stuck up there… forever. 

Stopping on the block corner, his eyes landed upon his Bentley parked outside his home. Not a scratch on her. But not even his intact Bentley could the gaping hole be filled. Before he could approach the car, he felt that something was off, squinting at the car he noticed someone inside. Suddenly defensive of the car, he marched over to the vehicle only to freeze once he opened the door.

“Get out of my bloody c– (Y/n)?”

There you were in the driver’s seat with a nervous smile on your face.

“Hey, Crow–Mmph!” The seat’s back was pushed down, you along with it as Crowley tackled you onto your back and pressed his lips to yours, desperately as to make sure that it was you that he was holding. 

Your arms locked around his neck as you returned the kiss just as desperately. holding each other so close that you curved into one another like perfect puzzle pieces of the most difficult puzzle in history finally meeting. 

Pulling away from the passionate exchange, you didn’t have the chance to speak let alone smile at him before he attacks your neck, causing you to gasp and cover your mouth to hold in your surprised squeaks. “C..Crowley,” you said wanting him to listen but he was almost too enthralled with his current activity. “Crowley! wait, listen to me!” You resorted to barking to finally get his attention.

“I… I thought you were gone..” Crowley replied as he looked down at you. It broke your heart to see the tears appearing in his eyes, you cupped his face in your hands a touch that leaned into tenderly, holding your wrist to keep the touch. 

“I am back, but…” You broke eye contact, finding it hard to look into his sad eyes. Adam’s reversion had given your body back, but it didn’t restore one divine intervention. 

“What? What is it?” He questioned frantically, his turn to cup your cheek so that you look him in the eyes. His scared eyes stopped you from forming words “I…I-I…” trailing off, you gave up formulating a sentence. The sound of ruffling feathers caused the demon’s eyes to shot up to your wings as they peeked out from your back.

His eyes widened at the sight. Your wings were no longer the glowing white they were for thousands of years, they were pitch black. “Angel…” He whispered as he returned his gaze to your face as the tears filled your eyes. “They… they said… ‘If you’re going be a traitor, might as well join them’”

Crowley nearly hissed in fury at what he was hearing. Like Aziraphale and himself, you were just trying to stop Armageddon from happening, to stop a needless war from happening. Upstairs and Downstairs were so focused on this war that the actual innocent were being punished. 

Sitting up, Crowley pulled you up with him and into his arms, his nose buried in your neck. You sniffled as the tears fell and he just held you tighter with a tenderness no demon should have. 

“Fuck that they think. As long you’re here, that’s all that matters, Angel.”

“I love you, Crowley,” You said finally feeling the freedom to say it after many millennia of restricted love. His grip tightened on you as he whispered against your skin.

“I love too, angel…”

[ghoulie-67-baby]

Softly now - Good Omens

Summary: Your anxiety has been raging all day, one accident at home makes you snap.

Warnings: Anxiety, depression, panic attack, anxiety attack, angst, crying, blood/wound.

Pairing: Ineffable husbands x Human!reader.

Word count: 1,674.

To say today had been challenging was an understatement. Nothing particularly bad had happened. The mix of work and anxiety had me in a spiral, wanting to go home and curl up away from the world. After finishing my shift, I trudged home in the pouring rain, the sound of droplets on my hood keeping me grounded. I knew Crowley wouldn't have had any issue picking me up but it felt like a burden and my head was telling me he'd be annoyed if I asked. So I settled for the walk in the dingy weather.

Dodging puddles, I yanked my coat collar around my throat, shivering as raindrops trickled down my face, leaving tear-like streaks on my cheeks. Luckily the bag containing my laptop and books had been miracled by Aziraphale to stay waterproof and protected by any weather. Despite the calm look on my face, the bustle and noise of the streets had my eyes darting around. My heart thundered in my chest as the bookshop came into view, looking as beautiful as ever. I sped up, gasping as people barged into me in their rush.

With clenched, freezing hands, I shoved open the heavy wooden door and huffed out a sigh, slamming it behind me and locking out the world. My forehead reacted against the hardwood as I flipped the sign to 'closed'. I knew nobody would be in the shop, especially if Aziraphale had anything to do with it.

After a few minutes of unmoving silence, I wandered to the kitchen and flicked on the kettle. A good cup of tea made everything better. There was no sign of the angel or demon as I walked through our home so I settled for one cup. Moving around the familiar space, my mind zoned out and I was set on autopilot.

I jumped out of my head as the sound of shattering filled the room. Shards of delicate, precious china scattered over the floor the beautiful flower pattern ruined. Anger and irritation flooded through me as I glared at the mess. Tears gathered in my eyes as I rushed to clean it, guilt crawling up my spine.

With trembling hands, I gathered some of the shards together to throw them away whilst trying to ignore the feeling rising man my throat.

"Love, let me take that from you." I froze as the Angel's voice floated through the silence. I hadn't even noticed him arrive home. With a quick shake of my head, I walked to the bin to throw them away but flinched as a large shard sliced my palm.

"Oh Y/N, you've cut your hand now." He tutted, reprimanding my stubbornness but I couldn't look at him. Instead, I trudged to the sink, rinsing the gash with a hiss and wrapping it in a towel. A warm hand rested against my icy shoulder as I watched the blood run down the drain.

"Darling, you need to let us help you." Crowley followed not far behind the angel with a disapproving look on his slender face. I watched silently as he unwrapped the bloody towel and grabbed the first aid kit to clean it properly. By this point, Aziraphale had cleaned up the remainder of the cup and droplets of blood from the tiles.

"You should really be more careful Love," The angel stood making hot chocolate, concern painting his face. I nodded silently, biting back a sob as tears filled my eyes. My chest began to heave as the demon bandaged my palm.

Only when a tear splashed on his hand did he realise the streaks on my face and the heads of my breaths as my good hand clutched the countertop, knuckles turning white. I stared straight ahead at his jacket, frustrated with myself. I squeezed my eyes shut, begging the tears to stop but it only worsened as waves of anxiety and guilt crashed over me.

Crowley caught me by my elbows to steady me as the first sobs escaped, swaying as my senses erupted with overstimulation. With ringing ears, I tried to listen as he spoke but words seemed to bleed into each other.

The only clear sound was my wails and whimpers as I tried to breathe, the room closing on me. Embarrassment filled me as I clawed at Crowley's chest, pulling him as close as physically possible so I didn't feel like I was sinking. Slender fingers passed me to chubbier ones as the blur of beige of Aziraphale's jacket came into view.

"Softly now, Love," he whispered into my ear. My breath caught in my throat as I cried into his chest which I had all but fallen into. The hum of his voice vibrated through my body as his fingers traced patterns on my back, the other hand smoothing down my hair. I couldn't help but feel bad for cuddling him when he was warm and soft and I was cold and soaked but he didn't seem to mind.

Warmth flowed over me and I looked down to find myself in Crowley's black sweater and Aziraphale tartan pyjama pants. I hummed thanks to the angel as my sobs died down into silent tears and hiccups. I clenched my fingers into his waistcoat, knees trembling and head pounding with such ferocity that I felt nauseous.

"Now, Love, whatever managed to get you in this state?" His voice was gentle, ringing softly in my ear, the definition of angelic.

"Rough day is all." My voice was exhausted and small as I muttered against his chest.

"Did something happen, Darling?" I shook my head, taking note of the pissed-off tone in his voice. "You know I'll be the first to punish them if you need me to."

"Nothing happened, 'just been a bad day." I drew patterns on his chest. "All day I've had this niggling feeling in my chest and small things have built up and then when the cup smashed it was just the last straw." I trailed off, new tears dripping off my cheeks. "Didn't mean to break it Azira, just lost focus and-" His soft hushing cut me off as his fingers scratched gently at my scalp.

"You don't need to apologise, Love, as long as your okay." The relief that overtook my system was ridiculously strong and deep down I knew he wasn't really fussed about the cup but I needed to hear it. "It's just a cup. It is replaceable whereas you are not." I dismissed the flush on my cheeks as I pulled away from his chest, looking up at him. Sparkling blue eyes stared down at me with a soft smile as I rubbed my thumb over his cheek.

"Why don't we go and get comfortable whilst our angel finishes that drink, Darling?" I nodded, pressing a kiss to Aziraphale's cheek before taking Crowley's hand and following him to the bedroom.

Flinging his sunglasses on the bedside table, he sat on the edge of the bed. Serpent eyes looked up at me expectantly and though I tried to stop it, my bottom lip trembled. His arms stretched open for me and I fell into them with a cry of anguish.

His slender arms wrapped my legs around him so we were chest to chest, hands holding me tightly around him as I cried into his neck. My cry in the kitchen had been one Of pain, panic, anger and frustration at myself and the world. But this one was relief, pent-up emotion and overwhelming gratitude to my two celestials. I let myself into him, neither of us paying mind to my echoing wails or the tears that soaked his collar. Not even the way my cries shook both of our bodies.

Somehow, none of these things annoyed the demon who merely dismissed it for comforting me. Once I settled down, I lay boneless against him, head on his shoulder and body slouching whilst I caught my breath. I shifted my head to look up at him with puffy, tired eyes. My shaking hand rubbed his cheek, thumb grazing his cheekbone as he smiled down at me, letting his eyes flutter shut.

The shuffle of slippers at the door brought us back to reality but I didn't want to shift. Three steaming cups were placed on the nightstand before the bed dipped beside us.

"Feeling any better Darling?" The softness in the demon's voice caught me off guard for a second. I hummed out a yes, not having the energy for a better response, blinking tiredly as the world finally slowed down.

"Let's hop into bed whilst Crowley gets changed, Love." I nodded, crawling off his lap and flopping dramatically in the middle of the bed, beside a pyjama-clad angel. The fresh hot chocolate was placed in my hands once I sat up. I smiled as the heat seeped into my skin, sighing in delight as the sweet liquid ran down my throat. The two chuckled and Crowley climbed in beside me, gulping down his drink, mostly to appease Azira. The heat didn't bother him, it had no effect against hellfire.

A comfortable silence filled the room as we finished our drinks, basking in each other's company for a few moments. Rather quickly my eyes began to feel heavier. The cup was slipped from my grasp as I wiggled down under the covers, Crowley pressed reassuringly against my back.

"Hey Azira," I whispered, tapping his shoulder hesitantly. "Will you read to me?" The uncertainty dissipated immediately when he broke out in a smile and miracled a book with the flourish of his hand.

"It would be my pleasure, Love, do cuddle down and relax." The three of us got comfortable and I held Crowley's hand that draped over my waist as Aziraphale's voice floated to my ears, and the story began.

All three of us knew I wouldn't last long but he still happily read, knowing it would calm me and I might rest properly. And rightfully so, writhing minutes I had drifted off beside my two favourite beings.

[bi-bard]

The Angel, The Demon, and the University Student They "Adopted" - Aziraphale & Crowley Imagine [Good Omens]

Title: The Angel, The Demon, and the University Student They "Adopted"

Pairing: Aziraphale & Crowley X Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 2,071 words

Warning(s): headache, mention of break-up

Summary: In which a struggling college student stumbles upon a demon and an angel, who agree to help in any way they can.

Author's Note: to celebrate the announcement of the release date... and give a little comfort to those who are having a rough time in college right now.

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I had gone to that small bookshop for something to work on a paper.

I had been looking for it online, but nothing was affordable. My best option was going to be to find a small bookshop that didn't charge as much. I simply had my fingers crossed that it would work out.

I must've been walking around with my eyebrows furrowed for a little while because a man walked up to me. He was wearing a beige suit with a-little-too-perfectly white hair. He seemed friendly enough though.

"Can I help you find something," he asked. I paused for a moment. "Sorry, I'm the owner. I can tell you where everything is."

"Oh, okay," I chuckled. I pointed at a part of my paper where my potential sources had been scribbled down. "Um, yes. I'm looking for this... it's for a school paper."

"I see..." he muttered. "Wait here."

I nodded.

I watched him walk behind a set of shelves. There was maybe a minute of waiting before the man walked out again with the book in his hands.

"Oh, you are a lifesaver," I said excitedly. "Thank you! How much?"

He hesitated, staring at the book. As if he grabbed it without thinking about it but now was realizing that he was going to have to part with it.

"How about a deal," he offered after a few moments. "Once you're done with your paper, bring it back here in largely the same condition. No charge and you have no additional clutter to take up space in your home."

I grinned. "Sounds like a deal."

"Well, then, I wish you luck on your paper," he handed me the book

"Thank you," I said. I only took a few steps toward the door before stopping. "I didn't get your name."

He hesitated for a moment before replying, "A.Z. Fell."

"Oh, I thought... Sorry, I assumed this place had been open for a while, so I thought the name on the front was your father or something."

"Afraid not."

"Well, thank you again. I'll see you in a few days."

Which I did.

A few days later, my paper was done, and I walked back into the little bookshop.

"Mr. Fell," I called.

He rounded the corner. "You're back."

"I'm here to return your book," I held up the book as evidence. "Perfect condition."

"Thank you so much," he said as he grabbed it from me. "I hope you get a good grade on that paper of yours."

"Me too," I chuckled. "In all honestly, I don't think I've read it without just a little more of my brain frying."

"Oh no," he mumbled. "I... I could read it over for you. If that would help, of course. I won't force you to give me your paper."

"I... I can't ask you to do that."

"Well, that's precisely why I'm offering," he grinned at me.

I grinned back. "Okay. When would you like me to bring it by?"

"Do you have time now?"

"Um, yeah, sure."

"Here," he led me into a corner of the shop with a small table. "You get your paper put together and I'll make us some tea."

"Okay," I nodded.

As he walked out, I sat down and unzipped my bag, grabbing the binder that held my paper. I also grabbed a red pen just so it was more convenient.

When he came back, he placed a mug in front of me. I grinned and thanked him.

"You can go find a book to enjoy if you'd rather that than watch me read..." he looked at the paper in front of him. "(Y/n)."

"Thank you."

I took his advice. I took the mug of tea and started pacing around the collection of books. I was scanning the spines of the books when the doors of the shop slammed open.

"Angel!"

I jumped at the sound, looking over at whoever had stormed in. Another man, dressed in all black, sunglasses sitting on his face.

"Who are you?"

"(Y/n)," I said. "Who are you?"

"I have told you to not run in here shouting like that," Mr. Fell walked out of the corner that he had been hiding in.

"Who is this," the other man pointed at me.

"I just told you my name," I replied.

"How am I meant to trust you?"

"Why would I lie about my name?"

"Don't know, you tell me-"

"Stop it," Mr. Fell cut him off. "This is (Y/n). I am reading over a paper that they wrote for school."

"Why?"

"Because it's kind," he turned back to me. "(Y/n), this is... Anthony."

"Nice to meet you," I nodded to Anthony.

"Yeah, you too," he muttered, barely paying me any mind as he spoke to Mr. Fell. "We need to talk."

"I am busy-"

"Do I look like I care?"

"I can come back later," I spoke up.

"No, no, please, I promised to read your paper," Mr. Fell stopped me. "Anthony will simply have to wait."

"Excuse me," Anthony snapped.

"You heard me perfectly well," Mr. Fell mumbled. "Please, stay. I'll finish this paper."

Anthony glared at me as Mr. Fell turned around and went back to the table he had been sitting at.

If you had told me that day that the little bookshop was going to become such a place of comfort for me, then I am not sure that I would have believed you.

But it did.

I continued going to that little shop whenever I had the time. I would study, read, or just help with whatever I could help with. Mr. Fell was not a fan of me doing "so much" work around the shop, but I insisted. He had given me a safe space. The least that I could do was help him maintain it.

I grew closer to him as time went on. I even grew closer to Anthony.

Or Crowley, as I soon learned.

I still chuckled from time to time over how they told me their real names. I had been sitting at the table, scribbling notes for one of my courses.

They both stood in front of me silently until I noticed them. I raised an eyebrow at them. That's when they confessed that their names were fake.

When they told me their real names, I felt bad for chuckling. They both looked a bit confused.

"I'm sorry, but... your fake name just used your real name as a last name," I pointed to Crowley and then to Aziraphale. "And yours was your real name with a couple of letters taken out."

"Alright, we get it," Crowley grumbled.

"Thank you for telling me," I added. "I mean it."

"You're welcome," Aziraphale replied. Crowley didn't say the same until Aziraphale looked over at him with a somewhat grumpy look.

The three of us were only closer after that.

It was nice. Having that small support group that I could turn to.

Aziraphale was always ready to help. As soon as I opened the door of the shop, he was ready for whatever assistance I asked for. A hug, an extra set of eyes on an assignment, a quiet place to read a new book.

Crowley acted cold, but I could tell that he cared.

I came in one day with one of the worst headaches I had ever experienced. Aziraphale was gone, but Crowley had been waiting for him. I walked into the building with the heels of my hands pressed into my eyes. After grumpily explaining what was happening, I walked off to put my bag down and hide in the corner.

He waited for a moment before following me.

"Come here," he said.

"What," I asked.

"Come here," he repeated, holding his arms open.

I kept my eyebrows furrowed as I stepped forward. Once I was close enough to him, he grabbed my arm and pulled me forward into a hug.

"Oh," I mumbled before slowly hugging him back. "This is nice."

"Don't call me that."

I chuckled. "I didn't call you nice."

"Oh...," he muttered. "Well... don't get any clever ideas."

"Yeah, sure, whatever you want, Crowley."

I closed my eyes for a minute, holding onto him a little tighter.

I don't know what happened, but I could feel my headache slowly fading away as we hugged. It felt like it was there one minute and gone the next. I let out a sharp breath when it was gone. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of my head.

"Thank you," I said after a while.

"Yeah, whatever."

That may have been the closest I ever got to a you're welcome with him and I was okay with that. For the time being.

I don't know if I truly realized how much Crowley and Aziraphale cared for me until I walked in crying.

I felt like a child. I was crying as I walked down the sidewalk.

When I made it to the shop, I almost sprinted inside.

Aziraphale jumped at the force I used to open the door. Any scolding died as soon as he saw me.

"Oh, dear," he muttered, walking over to me. "What happened to you?"

He pulled me into a hug as I cried. I hid my face in his shoulder, clinging to his suit a bit as I did. I saw Crowley walk out from around the corner.

"What's going on," he asked.

I stepped back. I went to speak but nothing came out.

"Come on," Aziraphale guided me to my normal corner, guiding me to sit down. I dropped my bag on the floor and wiped my eyes. "Take your time."

Crowley sat in the spot next to me while Aziraphale stayed standing.

"There's... There's this guy," I explained. "I... We were seeing each other for a little while. We went on a few dates. I thought... I thought it was going well. And then, he just... changed. And he sent me this."

I tossed my unlocked phone on the table. Aziraphale grabbed it first. I heard a disgusted sound escape him.

"That is just... despicable," he muttered, placing the phone down.

Crowley reached out and grabbed the phone. I saw his face twist in disgust as a reaction.

"I think he sounds like a waste of time," he said as he placed my phone down. "It's stupid to waste an ounce more of your time on him."

"Crowley!" Aziraphale was fast to scold him.

"What?"

"Now is not the time to insult (Y/n) about their relationship!"

"I'm not! I'm only insulting them if they decide to spend any more time on this person. What I did was just an example of bluntness."

Aziraphale gave Crowley a look before turning back to me with a soft grin. "I am going to make you some tea. You just relax. And Crowley..."

Crowley smirked at him, an eyebrow raised.

"Be nice."

"I am not nice."

"Well, maybe now is a good time to try."

Aziraphale turned around and walked away from the pair of us.

There was a pause between the pair of us before I could speak up.

"Do you actually think that I'm stupid for wasting time on this guy," I asked quietly.

Crowley let out a sigh as he sat up a little bit straighter, tilting his head so he was looking me in the eye. "Not as stupid as he was for leaving you."

I felt a grin form on my face. He leaned over and kissed my head before standing up.

"I'm going to get you something a little stronger than tea."

"I don't drink-"

"And I clearly meant chocolate."

I chuckled and shook my head. "Thank you, Crowley."

"You're welcome."

He walked out of the little nook in the corner.

As he did, I leaned my head on my folded arms on the table. I felt my eyes slowly shutting. I felt bad because of what the pair were off doing, but I couldn't help it. It had just been such a long day. I couldn't help it.

As my blinking got slower and slower, I found myself thinking about how lucky I was to be in that situation.

I had never felt as safe as I was when I spent time in that little bookshop.

I would never be able to thank Crowley and Aziraphale for that.

But I would never stop trying to do so.

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[angelspathway]

The trainee.

(Not my gif)

Note: this is the first shift from content. I hope you guys like. I kinda threw this together, so it’s short.

Graduating from training was easy enough, but finding a higher power to work under was even harder. She had been searching ever since she graduated from her training, which was more or less 5 hours. Her feet ached and pulsed as the cold concrete ground touched her bare feet, shivers running up her spine. Only being alive for a few days in Heaven made unused to the coldness as she trailed down the endless hallway. She did ask aziraphale, a brief professor of hers in her flight training, if she could possibly be his little apprentice, but he was helping design humans for a new planet, thus being too busy to even train her right now. He did point her in the direction of Heaven's most prized possession, saying they would very much appreciate the help with the creation of Earth;

Raphael, the starmaker.

She just had to find where he worked. Let's see... "follow the light trail to the beam path and you will be able to fly right into the room." aziraphale had explained to the newer angel and then watched as she shuffled away awkwardly. The young angel followed the slater's words carefully and ended up in a light trail that she hoped led to the angel that would accept her assistance.

A wave of a cold and slightly suffocating air smacked her out the beam of light, into a realm of light. She lets out a small whimper, rubbing at her arms. "Raphael!" she called into the empty space, floating around a bit, slightly off balance. The air was thinner and less stable for her to be able to stand on. She took a shaky step, immediately falling. It felt like she was floating, before a hand grabbed her hand in their cold ones. "Gotta use your wings, newbie. There isn't gravity in here." he wore a warm smile as he pulls the angel upwards towards him. "You do know how to use them, right?"

He still wore that warm smile as his cold hands squeezed hers with the intention of reassurance incase the younger angel didn’t know how to produce her wings. Thank the almighty that she did or she might embarrass herself in front of the higher up. She produced her wings, skinnier and smaller then the angel in front of her. "Now, why have you come to visit me in the middle of a workload?" he questioned, his eyes shining brighter then the stars he created. The starmaker was an elder angel, but a kinder one, like aziraphale. He seemed naturally curious and innocent, making him popular among the younger angels. At least, this angel in front of him believed so. She unconsciously messed with the sleeves of the older angel's robe trying to remember why she was here.

"Oh... a job.. I was wondering if I could train under you for experience for my assignments?" her voice was soft and her eyes widen when he gave a quick nod.

"Of course!" he exclaimed, bringing the angel into his side and taking her along. " I do need to show you all the basics, but I would appreciate some help around here!"

So, the younger angel worked under the starmaker, quickly becoming rather close to Raphael. She talked about him all the time with some of her friends. Raphael took her everywhere with him and the trainee followed him like a little pet, obeying his space. She had earned all his respect by the time he disappeared and the galaxy was closed down from any other angel entering it. She remembered being interrogated intensely about her Faith in the Almighty’s great plan and her wings be inspected thoroughly for any impurities. She retained her innocence, worrying for her boss's safety. She was transferred to Aziraphale’s training program, not being promoted with the rest of her friends and having her put under restrictions. The higher ups claimed it was her’s and Heaven's safety, but she has been Aziraphale's trainee for 6,000 years.

She never knew why this happened or where her former boss was currently.

To be honest, it might break the poor angel's heart. Don't cha think?

[onceuponapuffin]

Fanatic Intervention Part 19!!!

Okay SO, that last poll was insane. Everytime I tried to break the tie by calling in a friend, you all tied it again! Even after the poll ended! You talented lot, you. In the end, the only way I could think to do it, was to split the difference. AND SO we get a half-and-half situation. Honestly, I legit love the way all of you keep me on my toes. It makes writing this so much fun.

Alrighty then. Let's do this.

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The toilet seat art museum took more out of you than you thought. Anathema too, as it happens, because you find out very quickly that she snores. Not wanting to wake her up, you tuck your phone away so she can sleep in the quiet, and weirdly enough, her snoring becomes like white noise, and after a few minutes, you find yourself drifting off as well. It isn’t long before both humans are asleep, leaving the celestials to their own devices.

For a while, they continue on in silence. Well, “silence” is technically the wrong word, but the point is, they don’t talk. Crowley is driving, Aziraphale is in the passenger’s seat, and Sardis sits in the middle of the backseat. For a while, there is nothing except Anathema’s snoring. Honestly, they put up with the sound for a surprisingly long time.

Crowley’s patience runs out first. He needs to hear something that isn’t snoring, so he goes for the radio. Which, as it turns out, is a bit of a mistake. You see, the SUV has now had the benefit of Celestial Energy for a couple of days, and has started to wake up – slowly mind you. With you being in charge of the music with a playlist, it’s had some time to listen to a wide variety of music. It is now developing its own mind and its own taste. Remember that this is not the Bentley. The Bentley likes Queen. The SUV is a significantly younger model, and has decided it rather likes Taylor Swift. And when Crowley turns on the radio for the first time, it’s the equivalent of handing the car control of the playlist. So it decides to lead with Wildest Dreams, which, for those unfamiliar, goes like this:

He said “Let’s get out of this town,

Drive out of the city, away from the crowds.”

I thought “Heaven can’t help me now”

Nothing lasts forever

But this is gonna take me down

He’s so tall, and handsome as Hell

He’s so bad, but he does it so well.

I can see the end as it begins

My one condition is

Crowley slams the OFF button, intentionally with more force than necessary. Finally, after days of forcing them to listen to your songs, the brainrot is spreading.

“Are you alright there, Crowley?” Aziraphale asks gently.

“Fine, Angel,” Crowley mutters through gritted teeth, “Just remind me to throw that human’s blasted phone out the window next chance I get.”

“As long as they are also willing to play my symphonies, I will do no such thing.”

Crowley humphs, and settles back down. Sardis is smiling in the back seat. He waits a moment before speaking.

“So how long have the two of you been together?” he asks. Crowley swerves, but Aziraphale grabs the steering wheel to hold the car steady. Aziraphale gives Crowley a chastising look.

“Crowley, do get a hold of yourself dear, the humans are sleeping.”

“Why should I care?” he growls, definitely because he is a demon and definitely not because if the humans were to wake up there would be a buffer so they wouldn’t have this conversation. Definitely.

Aziraphale sighs. “We’re not, I’m afraid,” he says, “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Can’t fool me, sunshine. I’ve been around too.”

“Can I at least throw him out the window?” Crowley mutters. Aziraphale ignores him.

“It’s best not to discuss it,” he says instead to Sardis, “Rather a dangerous topic.”

Sardis hums to himself thoughtfully. “I mean, we’re staring the end of the world in the face,” he says, “But sure.” And he leaves it there. Silence returns. Actual silence, as Anathema has finally stopped snoring. Suddenly the air feels thick and uncomfortable. Aziraphale clears his throat.

“It’s very kind of you to be helping us,” Aziraphale tries.

“Yeah well,” Sardis says with a shrug, “Not exactly keen on the world ending. I’d rather not go to Heaven OR Hell if I can help it.”

“Oh come now, Heaven’s not all that bad.”

“You ever been?” Sardis asks with a chuckle. Crowley snorts a laugh despite himself. “There, you see,” Sardis says, pointing at the demon, “He gets it.” Aziraphale sits back with a harumph, and decides that staring out the window is the better option after all.

This time the silence lasts another hour at least. The sky is darkening, the stars appearing over the sparse Texas landscape. Out here in the middle of practically nowhere, the sky is hardly sleeping. There are millions of stars out here. Far from the light pollution they even have different colours, and there is a faint white swipe across the sky – the Milky Way Galaxy, visible to the naked eye from one of its own resident planets. Dear Reader, if ever you get a chance to get away away from the light pollution, do so. It is breathtaking.

At least, it is until Anathema snorts and grumbles awake.

“My neck hurts,” she complains, still half asleep. She blinks herself into a more-coherent state. “If we don’t pull over so I can get a good sleep, I will curse every single one of you.” She rolls her head to the other side and mutters “I will. I know how.”

The celestials look at each other.

“I think,” Aziraphale says, “That perhaps resting for the night would be a good thing.”

Crowley nods, if only because he doesn’t want to test Anathema’s threat. It doesn’t take long for them to find a convenient motel conveniently located just off the road they are currently on. Conveniently. Because I say so.

This is also when you wake up. You’re groggy and sore, but the lights of the motel bring you out from the lull of sleep, and as soon as your brain realizes you are at a motel, you wake up fast. Why? Because you are at a motel. While on a mission to save the world. Your fan-brain is already going at a hundred miles an hour by the time Crowley parks. You practically jump out of the car. Does this place have a weird gimmick or theme? Does it have a pool? A sketchy lobby? Local supernatural lore?? You have questions and you need to know. But, ah, not alone. At a random sketchy motel. In the middle of nowhere. At night. So you hesitate and wait for everyone else to get themselves together and exit the vehicle. Crowley pops the trunk so you can go get your bag, and by the time you get back, Sardis and Aziraphale are already gone – checking you all in, no doubt.

Under the questionable fluorescent lights, you can see a wooden gate. Well, I mean...curiosity such and such, right? You saunter over, and peek between the boards. It looks like...Yes! A pool! Will you be swimming in it? Absolutely not. Are you excited that this place has one anyway? Absolutely yes.

“Okay,” Sardis calls behind you. You turn around and see him waving a card key against a door. “I’m all set. Good night folks!” You wave to him as he disappears into his room and the door clicks shut behind him. Aziraphale walks to the next room and opens it with a similar card key. You follow. Honestly, you’re expecting him to have expanded the room into another Royal Suite or something, but when you follow him into the room you find...a normal motel room with two beds. Oh, this is excellent. You turn to face Crowley and Aziraphale with a huge smile on your face.

“I am not sharing a bed with either of you,” You declare, “Because you,” You point at Aziraphale, “Will definitely be awake all night reading with the light on. And you” You point at Crowley “Are exactly the type to take all the blankets. I will share with Anathema because we actually need to sleep. SO as far as YOU TWO are concerned – THERE’S ONLY ONE BED!!” You stand there with your hands on your hips. You are triumphant. You have won. There is only one bed. A fan’s dream! Fanfiction trope come to life! Everything seems possible and wonderful for a moment…

Until Aziraphale hands you another card key.

“You and Miss Device are in the room next door,” he says. Damn. Logic. You deflate really quickly and take the key with a huff. As you approach the door, you turn to look at them over your shoulder.

“I hope you share anyway,” You mutter, before you exit.

The room next door is identical. Anathema, apparently, is able to fall asleep pretty quickly, but you can’t settle your brain that easily. So you may or may not spend some time trying that trick where you put a glass up against the wall to try and hear what’s on the other side. Not that you want to snoop, but, well, yeah okay you want to snoop a little. Unfortunately it doesn’t work, so you give up and watch tik tok on your phone instead. Your battery hasn’t needed recharging since you started hanging out with supernatural entities. Funny, that. Between Tik Tok, Reddit, and Tumblr, you’re able to eventually wear out your brain enough to make closing your eyes a good call. And from there you fall back asleep with no issue.

And yes, Dear Reader, Crowley and Aziraphale did share a bed. Just so you know.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

Sleepy Things (Good Omens Drabble)

Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader / requests are: open

Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley sleep much, but they love to cuddle you to sleep when the opportunity arises.

CW: none, just incredibly soft.

Gomens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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Neither Aziraphale nor Crowley tend to sleep much. They didn’t need to. Aziraphale, in fact, didn’t like to sleep at all if he could avoid it. He’d much rather spend the time poring over a first edition from 1270AD, or restoring old manuscripts than spend the time with his eyes closed and asleep. 

Crowley on the other hand, did like to sleep. Not all the time, and not overly often, but sometimes he’d enjoy a little kip. The only thing that was unpredictable about Crowley’s sleep pattern was how long he’d sleep for. Would it be three hours, three days or three weeks? You’d never know for sure until he deigned himself to wake up. 

And yet, despite neither of them being overly fond of sleep, here they were. Curled up on either side of you. Crowley was currently occupied being your big spoon, and Aziraphale was cuddled up to your front, your face resting on the soft cotton of his pyjama top. He’d bought a pair just so he could cuddle in bed with you.

Crowley was shirtless, the heat radiating off him in waves. Crowley’s choice for pyjamas was either completely naked or a dark pair of faded track pants slung low on his hips. He was nuzzling up against your hair, taking a soft sniff of your shampoo every once in a while. You were fading in and out of consciousness, trying to hang on to keep yourself awake and in this precious, soft moment. 

“Come on now, love,” Crowley says quietly into your ear. “No use in fighting it- eh?” 

“He’s right you know,” Aziraphale says. If you didn’t know better, you’d almost think he sounded vaguely scolding. You can feel the loving smile coming off his face, though. 

One of your Angel’s hands traced over your side and across your body to draw lines into Crowley’s exposed torso. The Demon took a deep and contented breath, and you yawned quietly, trying to hide just how harshly sleep tugged at you. Aziraphale brushed your nose with his forefinger before returning it to its former place across the both of you. “Look how tired you are, sweet thing.”

Crowley snuggles closer to yours and Aziraphale’s touch, trying to expose as much skin as he can to Aziraphale’s reach. He’d never admit it out loud, but he was quite the fan of casual contact. He was always sidling up to one of you, or both if available and subtly touching you, or quietly requesting someone touch him. A pat to the thigh, a brush of the hair, a chaste kiss when no one was looking. 

“Mm-” Crowley grunts quietly, sounding like he’s close to dropping off too, to be honest. “Exhausted. Absolutely worn out, aren’t you, Pet?” 

You hum in agreement, your eyelids drooping closed. Your legs stretched out, the muscles squeaking from disuse. Aziraphale chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

“My loves,” he says softly. “Sleepy things. Go on and sleep now. I’ve got my Austen, I’ll be here when you wake.” 

[stinkysam]

Lucifer Morningstar - No redemption for me.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : “May I req Lucifer x Crowley!(from Good Omens) Reader? 👀👀” - anon

Reader : you/yours

Lucifer was the first to fall. You were second.

But despite sharing the same destiny, you and Lucifer were never really that close. It's only when he was invited at the Hazbin Hotel that he saw you, helping his daughter.

Now, it's true he never really heard about you after your fall so he had no reason to worry.

All he knew is that you worked for hell and would spend a majority of your time on earth to tempt the humans into a life of sin as he was told. So he wondered what you were doing here. It's with caution that he shook your hand.

“Hello.” You flashed him a toothy smile as you shook his hand, your eyes hidden behind your shades. “‘Tis been a while.” You said, continuing on smiling.

“Golly, yeah. Ahah.” He let go of your hand to move his hat a bit. “What have you been up to ?”

“Oh,” You grimaced. “This and that.” You put your hands in your pockets. “More this than that, actually.”

A bit confused by your words, Lucifer stared at you.

“And ‘this’... is ?”

“The hotel !” You exclaimed, putting your hands in the air before placing them back in your pockets.

“I thought you worked for hell ? You know, tempting humans…”

“Oh, yeah… yeah… As much as I can, I guess.” You said more quietly, as if thinking. “Yep… And you, King of Hell ?” You turned to him, smiling once more.

“Oh, uh, I still have words with heaven from time to time.”

“So you're still working with them.”

“For… as much as I can.”

“Same as me !” You exclaimed, chuckling lightly, making Lucifer laugh as well.

“So…” He started, looking away.

“Mh ?” You hummed, raising an eyebrow, your shades sliding slightly down your nose, exposing your yellow irises.

“For someone in charge of the temptations you're doing a rather nice thing.”

“What nice thing ?” You looked at him confused, your face turning serious as you pushed your glasses back up.

“The hotel !” He exclaimed, imitating you with his hands in the hair before lowering them.

“Oh, this isn't ‘nice’ !” You grimaced. “I'm not nice, I don't do nice !”

“Then what is it ? Helping my daughter with her redemption hotel ?” It was his turn to raise an eyebrow, leaning closer.

You grimaced, frowning.

“Why are you helping my daughter, then ? Thinking about redemption and going back up ?”

“Oh, nooo. Me ? An angel again ? No. I'm better off in hell… Kinda.”

“Then why do it ?”

“Bored, mostly. Mainly. Primarily ?”

“And also because deep down you're nice.”

You hissed with a grimace, feeling cornered.

“I see you're a bit of a bastard.” You said, making Lucifer laugh.

“I better get going. Charlie is going to give me a tour of the hotel. Wanna come ?”

“Nah. I already saw it.” You waved him off as you looked toward the bar to get a drink. “Well. See ya.” And with that you were gone. Leaving Lucifer with Charlie and Alastor.

He saw you again during the fight with Adam. You had suggested that everyone should leave the hotel to hide somewhere safe and far away from here but Charlie had refused. Running away was not an option.

So here you were, fighting with Charlie and your mutual friends as you kept yelling swear words and menaces at anyone that would dare attack you or your friends. Then, Lucifer came and quickly ended the fight with Adam, sending the exorcists back to heaven without the first man.

You helped rebuild the hotel, without singing or dancing with the others simply because that song wasn't your jam.

“So, you stayed. To fight.” Lucifer said, walking with you inside the new hotel.

“Well, of course I did, I wasn't… I wasn't gonna let them fight on their own !” You defended yourself, already knowing where it was going.

“It's nice of you.”

“It's not nice. Stop it. I'm not nice.”

Lucifer shrugged as he smiled. He stayed at the hotel till everyone was inside and as peace slowly settled over you all it was time for him to leave.

“Will I ever see you again ?” He asked, hope in his tone.

“Oh, yeah.” You nodded, confidently with a grin.

That's how you two started to be in touch with each other. Each time he would visit the hotel, he would spend time with you. Although you didn't talk much about your time as an angel, Lucifer did.

He liked to talk about your creations, how you helped put the stars in place. He felt strongly about your fall and let you know about it. But you just waved him off. You were glad to not work with heaven anymore with their stricts rules and no questions allowed. They don't even have a suggestion box !

Not that you were better off with hell, but at least you couldn't fall further and they let you do most of the things you wanted to do.

[shinybearnerd]

"Healing Wings"

GOOD OMENS SEASON 2! SPOILER WARNING! IF YOU DID SEE IT YET, DO NOT INTERACT!

Hi!

So, I'm a mess since I finished the new season.

I tried to cope by writing something (since I'll be pretty busy for all of August). And this is the result.

Justice for my boy! He deserved his happy ending.

I wanted to thank everyone that send me requests. As I said before, I'm a bit busy but once I'll have some time, I'll write. Promise.

Enjoy!

Pair: Crowley x reader

(Hints of: Aziraphale x reader, Aziraphale x Crowley, Aziraphale x reader x Crowley)

Words: 2,8k

Genre: Smut +18, fluff and angst

Story: when Aziraphale goes away to become the archangel in heaven, Y/n and Crowley find themselves alone. They both with a feeling of abandonment. As they lean on each other for support, their relationship blossoms deeper.

English is not my first language. I'm sorry if there're any mistakes.

The ride to your house is quiet.

You don't remember much about what happened earlier. You only recall screaming at Aziraphale for deciding to go away and leaving you and Crowley alone. His eyes were covered in tears.

     << Y/n, I can- >>

     << Do not fucking bother! Go on. Go play with your little mates. Is what you wanted after all, right? >> You cut him off, returning to Crowley.

The demon looks at the scene inside the car. He doesn't hear what you are saying but can imagine by the looks of you and the angel. He even doesn't say anything about it once you step inside the car. He only starts the engine and begins to drive.

Once you arrive, you convince Crowley to come inside without effort. Once you lock the door behind you, you see him. Sitting on the sofa. He stares blankly in front of him. Or at least you think so. He didn't take off his glasses or have any intention to.

You walk towards him without saying a word. When you take your first step, it seems like he only notices your presence at that moment.

You walk to him. Crowley's gaze fixed on you, making you feel exposed.

You're now in front of him. You try to say something, but he makes the first move by hugging your legs and placing his head on your stomach. He's tired. You both are.

You remain like this for a few minutes. You caress his red hair and try not to cry, as he enjoys your touch.

He then looks up at you.

You're starting to feel a particular jolt invading your body. Something that grows deeper when the demon stands up and obscures you with his height.

He takes your chin, his thumb exploring your lips. He then kisses you. It's a needy one. A desperate one.

You start to undress one another, but when you try to take his glasses, he freezes.

     << I... I prefer to leave them on. >>

Once Nina and Maggie get out, you pop out from your hiding spot.

Crowley hears your movement but doesn't say a word. Too scared about your reaction to actually do something. 

He listens. Listen to the way your clothes sound when they rub against each other. Listen to your increased heartbeat and your hitching breath, wishing he could feel it against his skin while-

     << Is it true? >> You finally take some courage.

Crowley physically can't turn to look at you, like something is blocking him. But he manages to stand up and put on his glasses. And suddenly, he feels like he can at least try.

When he turns around, your heart sinks a little.

     << No, please... >>

     <&lt; What? >>

You try to reach, but he takes a step behind, trying to have some space between you two.

     << You know that you don't need those >> you point at the black lenses << when you are with me. We've already been through this. Remember? >>

     << I would like to keep them on. If you don't mind. >>

You sigh, knowing that he's too stubborn to listen. So you ask again, trying to look into his eyes. << Is it true? >>

The demon doesn't respond.

     << It's pretty easy, Crowley. It's a "yes" or "no" answer... >>

Your voice seemed calm and amused by all of this, trying to ease the mood. But every fibre of your body tried to remain calm and not rush things.

Something was still blocking him. His pride, maybe. Or even the fear of you rejecting him. He doesn't know which.

     << I'm sorry... I-I can't. >>

He tries to exit the bookshop, but you stop him.

     << Where are you going? Hold on! Why can't you say it? What's wrong? >>

     << Because-... Fuck! >>

He walks in the room, stomping his feet like a wild horse that's been caught and imprisoned. He's trying to focus on something that isn't you and elaborate a clever way out. He's a demon, after all. He's the master of lying.

He can do this.                                                                                                    But once he turns to look at you, he suddenly can't lie to you anymore.

     << Because it's true, Y/n! There. I said it! >>

Your heart is bursting, but you let him talk first. You feel like he needs to.

     << You don't understand how you made me feel in all these years we knew each other! I only thought that Aziraphale would be the lo... >> he sighs, trying to calm himself by rubbing his eyes. << But then you came along. So full of life and wonder, and it j-just... happened!- >>

In the beginning, he's doubtful. The poor devil thought that was an act of pity towards him, but once he comprehend that you're not going to leave soon, he deepens it. A rush of emotions adds to the kiss. Passion, desperation and relief. All put in Crowley's kiss, who is touching and hugging you like you'll disappear.

You don't even spend time saying something. You've already waited enough.

With big steps, you end your distance. You take the demon's sunglasses with one hand while the other takes the head, smashing your lips together.

You start to caress each other. Your hair, your back, your arms... All you two can reach has been touched and loved.

     << Please tell me this is not a dream and that I'm not gonna wake up in the Bentley with a boner... >> he whispered on your lips between a kiss and another.

You smirk against his mouth while pressing yourself towards him.

     << I don't know about the dream, but I hope this isn't something you have in your pocket. >> You replied, touching his clothed erection.

The demon growls, squishing the flesh of your hips under his fingers.

     << You're playing with fire, doll. >>

His pushes are erratic and hopeless. Like he can release all that pain he's feeling.

But suddenly his pushes stop. You feel his hold tightening as he's afraid to lose you too. Little and muffled sobs start to fill the air as the demon tries to hold you as close as possible.

     << Crowley? >>

You caress his head, trying to escape his grip to look at him.

     << I'm sorry... >> he muffles in tears.

His head is against your chest. Tears are starting to wet your skin.

     << Hey... No, no, no. Hey, look at me. Please, look at me, Crowley... >>

You take off his glasses. Once you look at his eyes, your stomach tightens. His eyes are full of sorrow, ache and distress. And it all makes you feel awful. It's like you can't do anything to make him feel better...

You manage to take his face in your hand. You voluntarily start to caress his cheeks with your thumbs while you look into each other's eyes. And what you see breaks your heart.

Crowley's lips are a little parted, quick breaths leaving and entering his mouth. His cheeks are starting to get wet too. The eyebrows narrowed in an expression of pain. 

The demon makes a face, like he has something to say about that, but you don't give him the chance.

     << I-I'm sorry. I should not... >>

He tries to avoid eye contact. 

     << No, hey... Hey. It's okay, darling. It's not your fault. >>

     << But it is! >> He finally looks at you. << If I wasn't the way I am, maybe Aziraphale- >>

     << Do not dare finish what you are about to say! >> You snap.

Your voice is trembling with anger and pain. How could he think that?

<< I don't know what that idiot was thinking. But he shouldn't have said that! And mostly, you mustn't even consider that! How could you even think that there's something wrong with you? That you're the messed up one?

<< Every time I look at you, I fall in love with you even more. I love everything about you! How you say that you're evil and not nice after saying or doing the sweetest and most beautiful things that even an angel can't do! You are infinitely better than a legion of angels. Aziraphale included. >>

     << Aziraphale does not define you, my love. I know that it fucking hurts. Him choosing heaven over us hurt me, and I can't imagine how heartbroken you must feel right now... But he had no right to tell you to change for him. Love is not like that. Love is not changing the other person. Love is feeling like you own the fucking world! Like you've been struck by lightning every time you see them... Love is supposed to make you feel like this. >>

You take his hand and place it against your chest. Your heartbeat is accelerated. The demon can feel it under his hand and thinks it's the most beautiful music he's ever listened to in centuries. 

Your eyes lock one last time. Every limb of your body is linked to the other, trying both be close.

You discover that you're crying once Crowley slowly slides his hand from your chest, then to your neck and to one of your cheeks, wiping the tears from your skin. He then cups your head with both hands, leaning closer to kiss the new tears forming. Your eyes are closed. You try to enjoy this moment that you indulge with the other. You put your hands on Crowley's wrists, rubbing them with your thumbs. Suddenly you feel something odd.

     << You have a heartbeat... >>

You open your eyes only to see that Crowley is already looking at you.

Under your fingers, you can feel his fast heartbeat.

     << I didn't know you had one. >>

     << In your defence, I didn't tell you... >> replied, starting to wander his hand along your hips. He felts like the luckiest entity in the entire universe.

     << Is it supposed to be this rapid? >>

You see him smile a little, then look at your eyes.

     << Didn't you say that love was supposed to feel like that? >>

Crowley leans closer, one hand on your hair. Once your lips meet, you feel fireworks spreading all over you. The demon's lips are so soft against yours. Kissing you with gentleness as if you were made out of porcelain.

You blush and smile.

He does the same. The first real smile after Aziraphale's departure, even if it's little.

His trusts are slow but deep.

Then, he slips the other hand around your hips, bringing you close as he thrusts deep inside you. A moan dies in your mouth.

Crowley smirks a little before he resumes kissing you. His hands are both on your hips as he's helping you move.

Your eyes are locked as your messy breaths get mixed. Sometimes you kiss, but you prefer to look at each other. You can't explain why. You just feel a deeper connection between you. Like you are making love with your souls too.

-.-.-.-.-.-

You continue moving without saying a word. Smiling, touching, squeezing and scratching (on your part) one another.

And when you come, it's like you feel complete and truly loved.

Your foreheads touch as you start panting and giggling. 

Moments before, after you got dressed, you asked your favourite demon if he could pick a movie while you were calling your favourite takeaway restaurant.

     << What are you doing? >>

Crowley quickly turns towards you. A pillow is still in his hands.

Once the call ended, you saw his figure walk the hallway one last time before disappearing. You came to understand that he went outside, in the garden. You decide to sneak out and follow him.

As you were talking with one of the staff, in the corner of your eye, you could see Crowley walking the hallway front and back multiple times. Different things in his hands every time he passed in front of you.

You were so curious and amused that you almost forgot you were ordering food.

Under the moon's soft light, you can see that the grass is covered with blankets and pillows. Over them, there's a bottle of wine and two glasses; while the outside was filled with battery candles.

You can't move or form a single sentence. Your mouth, on the other hand, is curved in the most beautiful smile the demon has ever seen.

Crowley's now looking at you. A nervous smile on his lips.

     << Surprise!>> He throws the pillow on the blankets with the others. << Do you like it? >>

     << I-I... don't know what to say.>>

He walked closer, putting his hands on your hips. << I thought we'd have a post-love-making/little night picnic date under the stars. I figured it'd be nice to talk about the constellations and all that celestial stuff you enjoy while we get drunk. >> he smugly smirks as he hears your chuckle.

-.-.-.-.-.-

With a snap, the two glasses get filled. Crowley passes you one. << What do you say? >>

     << I'm all yours.>>

He smiles at you and kisses you passionately.

     << You know... I've always wanted to ask something. >>

You two have just finished eating and are now on the blankets, cuddling and trying to get drunk.

     Crowley has spent all dinner talking about the stars. He also told you about his time as a nebula creator. You could see a sparkle in his eyes as he spoke. Some sadness behind it, too. Even if he tried to hide it.

Crowley was amused by all of this.

     << Shoot. >>

     << What's it like having someone making up stories about your work? You know, the constellations and so on... >>

     << Oh. Well... I don't mind. It's like reading- What is that you read... Ehm... -Yes! Fanfiction. It's like reading a fanfiction. I don't mind. >>

     You chuckle, a little flustered. << I don't read fanfiction! >>

     He brings the glass to his lips. << Oh yes, you do! Every time I see you with your phone and reading something, you always giggle and kick your feet- >>

     << How dare you! I do not! >>

     << Oh, yes, you do! >>

You laugh. Your face turn all red by now. << You liar! >>

You both chuckle and lean against the other. The demon's free hand is now running up and down your arm. His head is on yours as he leaves a kiss.

     << Thank you. >> you said, breaking the silence. << I loved all of this. >>

Crowley smiles, proud of himself. << Glad you like it. >>

He put his glass near yours and made them touch. A little high-pitched "tin" followed after. << To the perfect night. >>

     << But I have to admit... >> You continue, teasingly raising an eyebrow. << you seemed flustered when I found you setting all up.>>

     &lt;< Flustered? Me? Nonsense!>>

You chuckle, leaning in to peck him on the cheek. Your affectionate gaze never leaves his.

He couldn't help but smile, feeling a warmth in his heart that had nothing to do with the wine. 

     << Jokes aside, you know how to make a moment last forever.>>

Crowley looks at the wine in his glass. A soft and smug smile on his face.

     << Well, I must admit, this wasn't originally on my plan... >> he confesses.

     << What do you mean? >>

Crowley shifted slightly, trying to find the right words to explain himself.

     << I mean... I had planned to take you and... Azirapahle out on a proper date tonight. >> He admitted, his voice soft and hesitant. << I wanted it to be perfect, you know? Wine, dine, and all that... >>

A suffering smile is on his face as he gunks down his wine.

     << I wanted tonight to be special...>> he softly admitted, looking at his empty glass before grabbing the bottle. << You know... after a week of... well, hell. >> He pours the rubin liquor. << For you. For me... for him. For us. >> 

     You take his hand and kiss it. << Well, I must say, this night picnic under the stars was a perfect first day. >>

     He looks at you, uncertain. << Really? >>

     You kiss him and nod, smiling. << Today was hard... >>

     << Yep. >> he takes another sip of wine and clicks his tongue.

     << But this has been the best date I have ever been to! >>

He smiles, looks again into your eyes and says only two words: << Thank you. >>

You know that he's not talking about the date.

You kiss him again and look at him, stroking his tattoed cheek.

     << Don't even mention it. >>