#ineffable wives x reader

[diaryofamadcatdad]

Looking for a Good Omens beta reader who has also watched Doctor Who (later not totally necessary but the plot of the fic came from an episode). Please reply with works you have written and/or beta’d please. Its still a WIP at the moment.

[bakerstreethound]

ROGUE oh no....is it awful I cackled when I read this? I'm also gonna hug you right now because I'm giving you snacks to cope. I wondered who would come at me first for the ending....I did put in a warning but the initial shock is a nice reaction to get, especially from a wonderful writer like you 🤩😆🤗🤗🤗

Angel's Tea Under a Demon's Wing

Relationship: Aziraphale x reader x Crowley (Ineffable husbands x reader)

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, hurt, comfort, soft Aziraphale, grumpy Crowley, domestic partners, deluge of rain, job insecurity, financial stress, and a brief mention of loss & death

Summary: Time is running out for you to find a job so you can stay afloat in your small London flat. In one last desperate attempt, you swallow your pride and hand out your resume around town, praying for a miracle. As luck would have it, Aziraphale is intrigued by you and offers a proposition, despite Crowley's protests.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound (Do NOT claim, repost, copy or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 2.0k+

A/N: Cheerio my lovelies! I come bearing a gift for you all. I hope you enjoy some more ineffable husbands and . I adore them so and we could all use some comfort after season 2. Special thanks also to @novaracer for beta reading. Comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated! Graphic by @firefly-graphics

Time had a cruel sense of humor, and it didn’t differ on any day like today, the skies trickling with rain, warning London of an impending storm. Yet, it didn’t tear you from your conquest in searching for a job.

You were sure to have found one by now, yet with the current economy, you weren’t sure how you were going to make it with the diner job you had, letting your other skills and talents be pushed aside. You couldn’t afford to do so much longer, for you ached to be out of your apartment finding purpose other than in the books you plowed through. 

You adored your quiet life, but something inside you wanted more and knew you could strive for it. 

That is how you found yourself with a stack of resumes in hand, sliding them into the mailboxes of local businesses, praying for a miracle you would get a response. Soon enough you dip into the coffee shop across the way from the last stop you made at a quaint bookstore that was oddly still in business.

You hadn’t mustered up the courage to peruse through the piles of books even though Maggie at the record shop insisted that her landlord and the owner of the bookshop, Mr. Fell, was sweet and meant no harm. Either way, you’d been too busy at the diner until now to consider applying for a job there. You hoped something would come around, but only a miracle could make it happen. 

******

Meanwhile, Aziraphale began his morning as usual with some hot chocolate and making a record of miracles in the like when Crowley stomped in, huffing while clenching a wrinkled piece of paper. 

“Awe come on, angel. Why are you doing this?” Crowley groaned.

 Aziraphale swiped the wrinkled paper from Crowley’s grasp. “It’s only hospitable to offer the poor dear a job. I mean, look at their credentials!” he exclaimed as he excitedly flipped through another page as if he were reading a great myth instead of a resume. 

“What’s the point? You practically have me to do all the work here for you,” Crowley mumbled, downing the rest of his wine. He stretched out on the couch again, his long lean legs draped over the arm, adding an extra bit of drama to any bit of furniture. The demon could not sit on anything properly to save his life. 

Aziraphale sighed and bit his lip, eyes twinkling with mischief. “If you consider your work laying around here drinking, yes you do a fine job at that.” Crowley lifted his head, mock rage plastered over his face. “Better watch that tongue of yours angel, You know I love it so.” 

“Well, then better make yourself useful and dust the books and tidy up your plants. We should expect a visitor within the hour.” Azi smiled warmly at his partner, giddiness filling his chest when Crowley pecked him on the cheek. 

“I’ll get right on it, angel.” 

******

You huffed, drowning down your third, or was it fifth? cup of coffee. You weren’t sure why you felt this way, the stress in your shoulders building the more you typed, your brain filling with words faster than you could write or type them down.  You’d been at Nina’s shop for an hour, most of it spent scrolling through job listings, though your search also included browsing some bookstores and a new computer you have been eyeballing for months.

Alas not much had come from your ventures, but you have to admit it was a good day to get out of the flat and enjoy the fresh air and the coziness of somewhere else other than your pit of despair. You could only stay inside with yourself and your mind for so long. 

Regardless, you enjoyed the quiet chatter, the drip of the machine keeping in time with your typing, and then a ping sounds from your phone. Your heart races, could this be it? 

“Hello?” A soft angelic voice inquires from the other end. “I was calling about your interest in a job. You see I’m Aziraphale, Mr. Fell as most call me, I own the bookshop across from Nina’s coffee shop. The…Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death that one, it’s hard to miss.  Would you be interested?” 

Would I be interested? Hell yes, you would after months of finding nothing that’d pay anything for manual labor you wouldn’t imagine anything better than sorting books all day. 

“Mr. Fell, that would be lovely. When do you want me to start?” You thrum your fingers on the table, not believing your luck. 

“Are you available now? I have cocoa biscuits and tea!” 

“I don’t think I’m in any position to refuse your offer, Mr. Fell.” 

“Lovely, it’s settled then. I’ll see you within the hour, yes?” His voice is warm, reminding you of an old friend and holding hands with a friend by the lake. It made you happier than you’d been in a while and when you set your phone back on the table, glancing at the bright light streaming in through the window despite the darkening clouds of the horizon, you know you won’t refuse this job; it’s almost too good to be true. 

******

“Oh boy, that doesn’t look good,” Crowley mutters, shoving piles of books into the shelves, trying to make the shop more presentable, as Azira put it. The sky outside darkened an alarming shade of gray and Crowley could practically hear the impending storm cackling in warning. 

Aziraphale sighs, taking off his spectacles and rubbing his eyes. “Well, if worse comes to worst, we can stay in for the night and forgo the Ritz.” 

“You? Forgo the meal at the Ritz? The world must truly be ending!” Crowley exclaims, throwing himself back on the couch right as the first clap of thunder came down, the notable pitter-patter of rainfall following in its wake. 

Not a moment later, the doorbell rings, and there you are, a jacket plastered along your form, hair damp and you sneeze. “Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Fell.” 

******

“Gracious come in come in, Oh do sit down, let me take that for you!” The smaller man, Aziraphale you note, bustles around, offering you an armchair, which you sit in, groaning at the warmth. The deluge came out of nowhere, soaking you to the bone during the albeit dort walk along the street, but you ended up getting distracted at Maggie’s record shop, losing track of time as fate would have it you ended up an utter wreck at the job you’d accepted a meer hour before. 

“I’m so sorry for the state of my appearance, I should’ve brought an umbrella.” 

“The weather is quite unpredictable is it not?” Another person appears from the shadows, encased in black, hair a lovely shade of red that makes you wish you could pull it off as well as them. They reach out their hand to you and you lean forward accepting it. 

“Crowley, a pleasure to meet you. I see Aziraphale ran off before introductions.” He motions for you to stand and you do so, while he drapes his black jacket over you. It’s pleasantly warm, and you’re equally impressed with the black turtleneck and vest combination he’s currently sporting. 

You smile at the gesture. “I’m sure it’s for the tea. There was mention of it on the phone call.” 

“Oh, right, the infamous phone call. It practically made his day, though I insisted that he didn’t need to hire anyone, no don’t take it as a bad thing, necessarily. Nina and Maggie vouched for your character too so now you’re practically part of the block gang.”

“Crowley, are you interrogating our guest?” 

You pull the borrowed jacket closer around you trying not to shiver in a combination of nerves and excitement. The easy banter between the two of them makes you feel at ease and it comforts you how relaxed they are in each other's presence. If all your days could be spent with a gentle, quiet and constant companion by your side, then you couldn’t possibly want for more. 

“I am sorry for inconveniencing you.” you blurt out, Mr. Fell’s gaze meeting yours in quiet understanding. 

“It’s no trouble at all, we’ve not much going on, isn’t that right, Crowley.” 

“Right, whatever he said, that’s right.” the tall lanky figure grumbles, discarding a pile of books on the floor, making you wince at the thump they leave behind. 

That must’ve hurt, you grumble. 

“They’ll be alright” Crowley grumbles. 

Whoops, you had spoken that out loud. You clench your jaw, trying in vain to relax, the nerves flowing through you, making your stomach tie itself in knots despite your mind’s protests. 

“Crowley, I would appreciate it if you didn’t throw my books in that manner,” Mr Fell’s brow quirks, eyes lighting in quiet mirth as he leans over to whisper, “He does that when he’s grouchy.” 

“I assume it happens frequently, then.” 

“Usually when I irk him or someone else, which is at least three times a week or more.” 

Crowley scowls, “It’s not that frequent!” 

You smile at the easy banter between them, the way they brought you into this small sphere of their  world and it makes you feel less alone than you have had in months. You enjoyed this, the glances they tossed back and forth with the ease of old lovers, twin soulmates of the universe ancient in their own right. 

“Well then, I think it’s settled,” Aziraphale faces you, hands clasped, a smile gracing his lips. You burrow further into the jacket Crowley lent you from the deluge, nervous for the outcome. In the next moment, Aziraphale hands you cocoa, finalizing the matter, “I think we’ll get along just fine, my dear.”  

******

Countless hours later you’re sandwiched between them on a plush couch, Aziraphale (he insisted you didn’t have to call him Mr. Fell) with a book on his lap and Crowley with a drink in his hand. You’re halfway listening to the story Aziraphale tells, still delirious and in disbelief that you scored a job and somehow gained two companions you’ve felt you have known ages. The hours passed by quicker than you imagined and you didn’t want to leave. 

Months without a job and companionship have you linger in the doorway and you smile at them fondly, hating to leave but you walk back into the rain in your borrowed coat that fits your form.

You hadn’t remembered it fitting so well before, the universe worked in mysterious ways. But, you found a thread of hope, warmth, love and acceptance and you sure as hell aren’t letting go of it for anything.

Joy fills your heart as you walk out the bookshop door Crowley holds for you and Aziraphale presses a kiss to your hand, wishing you well. You don’t think you’ve been more excited for a job-or anything than you have now. No more moments you would take for granted now that you had them, a life complete and full of laughter and love. 

******

Time was cruel and a fickle thing. Two figures stand on a hill under a tree, leaning into each other, what others wouldn’t see is the phantom hand resting between their palms, one of a lover past, a companion dear to them slipping into another world.

Time could be cruel, but it had given an angel and a demon a mortal companion to care for alongside each other and blessing or cursing time, one thing is for certain, they were grateful for all the moments, no matter how limited, that they got to spend with you. And they had a silly little resume and a fateful deluge of rain to thank for it.

The taller one carefully drapes a long coat around the headstone, the shorter one following suit with a bouquet of flowers. In their arms they find solace, the ghost of you a mere fragment of their millennia of existence but they would live it over and again if only to be with you.

******

[casimirt]

Can we have something about femme aziraphale or ineffable wives? Hehe.

Dear Reader,

Yes my dear mutual you absolutely can! Would you also like a specific time period, location or idea for me to run with?

If not, I'll surprise you x

Update: I have posted The Sea Side, and The Picnic and The Pond

[witches-and-cows]

Kisses and Cocoa

pairing: aziracrow (or ineffable wives) / fem!child!reader

requested? no but i do have requests to do djsiggfb

synopsis: just a little down time in the snow with our favorite angel and demon, and their baby girl

warning(s): fem!reader, it’s the wives cuz honestly i love them and they deserve more, a little blood, reader is like, 5

a/n: i gotta do those requests jdishrv so know that i’ve got a peter parker x reader in the works, and a crowley x platonic!reader; school’s overwhelming so

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Aziraphale was awoken by your childish excitement. She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, sitting up and subconsciously carding her fingers through her partner’s vibrant ginger hair.

“Mmm....five more minutes, Angel. It’s cold.”

Crowley snuggled further into her lover’s chest, kissing her collarbone. Aziraphale yawned, and started counting down, waiting for you to burst through the door. 

“And 3, 2, 1--”

“Mum! Mummy, snow! There’s snow!” You climbed up on the bed, your chubby toddler hands grasping the blankets excitedly. Crowley kissed her teeth, sitting up. “Good morning, Giggles. How’d you sleep?” She pecked your forehead, and sat you in her lap. “Fine, mummy, but there’s snow!” You wiggled out of her grasp, and pressed your face up to the cold, foggy window, your eyes full of wonder. 

Aziraphale set her feet on the floor, and gasped softly, the cold shocking her. “Good heavens, it’s freezing!” You barely registered your mummy’s voice, now drawing in the fog of the window and humming to yourself. Aziraphale felt the overwhelming love she had for you bubble up into her throat, and she quickly wiped at her eyes. 

Crowley watched her with an amused smile gracing her lips. She’d never thought she’d get to have days like this with the angel, curled up in bed, watching their daughter grow up, and experience her first snow.

She loved Aziraphale, so damned much it nearly made her double over. And she loved you, with your wide [e/c] eyes and bubbly laughter (thus why they called you ‘Giggles’), and your love of cookies and Scooby Doo. She had her little family. She was, dare she say, grateful for you two everyday.

She was taken out of her little reverie by Aziraphale leaving a kiss on her cheek. “I’m going to brush my teeth, and help [Name] make up her bed and get ready for the day. Would you be so kind as to make breakfast?”

“Of course, Angel. Any requests?”

You turned and faced your moms, a wide smile gracing your features. “Can we have [pick a breakfast food]?” Crowley winked, saying, “Are angels real?”

“Yes! Thank you, mum!”

She chuckled, watching you tug on Aziraphale’s robe sleeve as you both walked out. 

Aziraphale enjoyed helping you get ready; It was one of those domestic activities that she’d miss as you got older. She picked out a cream colored shirt with seafoam green accents, and a pair of black overalls, humming softly along to the children’s program on the television (some magical ‘girl power!�� type cartoon that she also enjoyed; it was called Lollipop? No, LoliRock. She found it quite entertaining.) 

You flitted into the room, allowing Aziraphale to help you into the clothes, and talked about the dream you’d had (something about the Cars franchise and unicorns battling to the death over the Eiffel Tower), adding in little ‘oohs’ and ‘oh, dear!’s to indicate she was listening.

Once you were dressed and your hair was done, she had you wait downstairs in the living room of their cottage, letting Crowley entertain you with stories about mythical beings and the stars. Crowley was flipping a pancake when she sat next to you at the table, placing a napkin in your lap. 

She set a plate of food in front of you, smiling as you stared out the window, singing about how you’d like to go outside and build a snowman. “Do you want to go outside, Giggles?”

You nodded excitedly, practically bouncing in your seat. “Can we? I really want to!” Aziraphale bobbed her head in agreement, putting the juice Crowley poured for you on your placemat, and taking her cup of Earl Gray out of her hands. “Yes, we can, but eat first.” You went to work, not noticing the small smiles and brief touches that your mothers shared across the table.  

You finished your juice, and hopped out of your seat, impatiently waiting for one of your moms to finish. “C’mon, we’re busting daytime!” Crowley threw her head back, a raucous laugh leaving her mouth. “D’you mean burning  daylight, [Name]?”  

“Oh, yeah,” You responded, giggling. 

Crowley stood, and watched you run ahead to your room, screaming, “SNOW SNOW SNOW!” as you went along. She turned to Aziraphale, wiping tears from her eyes. “Busting daytime, that’s funny.” Aziraphale looked at her partner lovingly. “Go on, then. She’ll need help getting into her snow gear.” She said, amusement laced in her words. Crowley sauntered down the hall, whistling the tune of Lazing On a Sunday Afternoon.

You were already mostly undressed when she got to you, hastily tugging on your thermal underwear. “Oh, you’re quick,” She quipped as she picked up the clothes you discarded and placing them on the bed. “You know Mummy doesn’t like you leaving your clothes everywhere.”

“I know, but you said once or twice it’s okay.” 

Crowley, looked over at the toys lining your shelves, raising a brow at the Lightning McQueen car, before going to help you button up your snow pants. “Fair enough; You’ve got to have a smidge of demonic influence, don’t you, [Name]?” 

You giggled, letting her pull a jumper over your head, and put on your bubble coat. “Damned zipper,” She muttered, eyes narrowed in concentration. She eventually got it and then moved on to put your hat on your head, and wrap a scarf around your neck. You stopped her as she picked up your gloves, saying, “I can do it, Mum! Look!” 

She watched, pride glinting in her golden eyes as you successfully pulled the fingers of the gloves over your fingers. “That’s my girl, [Name]!” You let her put on the boots, though, saying, “I can’t do the boots, can you help?” She nodded, and did them for you, then letting you run off to find Aziraphale. Her attention then drifted to the toys again, and she fixed them to go in order of franchise then size. “Gosh, you really like Cars,” She mumbled.

Aziraphale had just gotten her own boots on, and was pulling on her hat as you hopped toward her. “Ready!” She picked you up, walking you to the front of the house, setting you in the snow. You fell back, making a snow angel and laughing. “Look, Mummy! It’s you!” 

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 A while later, Crowley came up behind Aziraphale, examining the snow angel from earlier, and a smiley face you made by walking in circles. “Wow, kiddo, that’s really good!” She then held out a carrot, and the buttons she’d picked up, saying, “I thought we wanted to build a snowman, Giggles?” You got to work, rolling the base and dodging snowballs from Crowley. Aziraphale worked on the midsection, snapping her fingers discreetly. 

You put the snowman’s head on, and Crowley lifted you so you could stick the nose in. Aziraphale stuck on the eyes, and put a bowtie on the divide between it’s head and middle. Crowley snapped a leather jacket on it, and you put some mittens on it’s “hands”. Then you all admired your handiwork. 

“They’re perfect,” Crowley confirmed, nodding her head. Aziraphale hummed in agreement. “Now what?”

“I saw a tutorial on how to build snow forts. We can try it?”

Crowley looked around, before snapping her fingers and watching an igloo build itself. Aziraphale made sure you didn’t get hit by ice blocks as the structure formed. 

You squealed, and went into the fort, laughing. Your laugh however, was cut off by a sneeze. Aziraphale perked up, brows furrowed. “Maybe we should head in,” She muttered, Crowley agreeing and gathering you up in her arms. “C’mon then, in we go.” 

“But--”

“You’re freezing, kiddo. We can go make hot chocolate, watch a movie.” 

That quietted your protest, and you burrowed your face in your Mum’s neck, your time outside wearing you out. 

Aziraphale opened the door, making sure the heat was up, before shedding her winter gear. She took you out of Crowley’s arms, letting her take hers off, then the both of them got to work on you.

You let them strip you of the wet clothes, and put a towel on your shivering form. “C’mon, let’s get you into a warm bath, then we can watch [favorite kid movie].” Aziraphale cooed, as your head lolled. “Dearest you get the bath going, I’ll get the cocoa.” 

Crowley nodded. “Alright, Angel.” She made her way to the bathroom, snapping her fingers so that the tub filled with warm water. “Step in for me, Giggles.” You did so, and Crowley quickly bathed you, humming Queen’s greatest hits, chuckling when you tried to join in with her. 

You finished up, and she wrapped you in your fluffy Winnie the Pooh hooded towel. (it was Tigger; Since you happened to hop around like him often, when Aziraphale saw it, she immediately thought of you, so she bought it.)

She put you together, and carried you to the living room, where Aziraphale was putting a tray of cocoa and cookies on the coffee table. “Oh, dear, you look adorable, [Name]! I love your Stitch onesie.” You made grabby hands at your Mummy, and she smiled sweetly, taking you into her arms and kissing your cheek. 

“My little [Name]. My dearest,” She muttered into your head, taking in the scent of your body wash and your natural scent. You reveled in the affection, mumbling, “I’m not little.” Crowley sat down, patting the seat next to her. “Of course not. You’re our big girl, [Name].” You bobbed your head, content with that. 

Crowley put on your movie, putting an arm around the back of the couch. Aziraphale snuggled into her side. As you slowly drifted off, Crowley kissed Aziraphale’s lips softly, “I love you, Angel.”

“I love you more, my dear.” 

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please i love them sm we’re craving this domestic shit

[angelicspaceprince]

could I ask for poly relationship headcanons with the ineffable wives?

Slightly nsfw under tag?

Before I begin, I would just like to clear something up

Aziraphale is a tits lesbian.

Crowley is an ass and thighs lesbian.

Don’t bother changing my mind, it is fact

Crowley is definitely your over confident, loud and proud lesbian who gets Gay Panic almost instantly without any hesitation

Also attends so many pride marches and any kind of rights marches because fuck it she deserves equal rights even though she’s the one that came up with the inequality system in the first place

Meanwhile, Aziraphale is your quiet lesbian that you are sure is gay but at the same time aren’t 100% convinced.

When you meet, you weren’t looking for anything and were just happy to hang out with two very different but very awesome women who happened to be married

You ended up being their third when, in the middle of a heatwave, two very drunk women rocked up at your doorstep at 3 in the morning

You were in your shorts and singlet top, just wanting the sweet release of death because this heat was insane when they fall down in a heap at your feet

“Why are you here at 3am? I was asleep.”

“No you weren’t its too hottttt.” Crowley sounds smug when she says this as you just walk off with a wave of your hand.

“I dont care, do what you want but I’m going back to bed.”

You felt their presence join you on the bed as you groan and try to fall back asleep but nothing else

When you wake up, Crowley is asleep on your stomach cupping one tit, Aziraphale asleep just above her cupping the other.

Comfort titties apparently

Crowley wakes up and looks up at you with a smirk.

“Comfy?”

“Always.”

You get a cheeky wink with that response before she gets up slowly, almost snake like, stretching out and letting her back crack before turning to you

“Need anything?”

“Food.”

“On it.”

She walks off hips first as usual as you just roll your eyes and settle back down into the bed

The sunlight almost makes Aziraphale glow on your tummy as you start to play with her long, golden hair

She mumbles something before moving to faceplant herself between your boobs because

Much comfort

She had been mumbling all that time but finally her words were beginning to make sense now that she was closer

Mumbling how much she loves both you and Crowley

And how she knows you love them

And how she wants to date both of you but doesn’t know how to bring it up

There are so many words you are certain that she’s awake, but she isn’t

Just a chatty sleeper

When she wakes up and looks up at you, she goes beet-red because a) she’s holding both your boobs and b) she’s right in-between them

You just look down at her, raise an eyebrow

“So you love me, want to bang me, but most importantly, want to date me?”

Aziraphale lets out a small squeak before hiding herself back in your cleavage much to your amusement and refused to come out as you continue to stroke her hair until she melts

Crowley came back and when you told her what happened, she sits by your side and coaxes the angel to remove herself from your boobs

Conversations took place and bam!

You became their third

It took some adjusting

Crowley is pervy at the best of times

Aziraphale is constantly telling her to behave, especially in public

“Crowley! Stop touching Y/N’s rear, we are in public!”

“Crowley! Sit proper, you’re in a skirt!”

“Crowley! Y/N is fine, she doesn’t need you to supervise her in the shower!”

“Crowley! Y/N is getting dressed, leave her alone!”

“Crowley! Stop grabbing Y/N inappropriately, anyone could walk in and see!”

It takes a while for you to reassure Aziraphale that it was fine and that if there was any problem, you’d tell Crowley off

Aziraphale always treating you like you were God herself

Making sure you were well fed and cared for, giving you space where necessary

She loves spending time with you just holding hands as you read together as Crowley tears up the town

Really really fond of face sitting

Like you sitting on her face and her sitting on yours

Favourite position

Took a while to convince her to try it though, and now you constantly joke that she is the best seat in the house.

I have a feeling that Aziraphale would be more ‘traditionally’ female

Like loving crafting stuff and homemaking etc.

Crowley rejects all of that because she hasn’t the patience

Aziraphale also never completes her projects - you found a half completed tapestry once and when you asked when she started it she refused to answer until Crowley piped up “1307! She did it for 6 months and kept it because she was going to finish it!’

You just laughed and said that you were sure she’d get to it one day

If you ever fall asleep on your stomach, Crowley makes a home on your ass

Either resting her head in human form or coiled up in her snake form, she always finds comfort there

Almost like a cat, really

Crowley also likes to make you cum until you literally can’t handle anymore

Then she just grins wickedly and makes you cum some more

Like a bitch

When you sleep with Crowley on your back, she always makes her way to your stomach for some reason

You do some human things that confuse the fuck out of these two

If you are in distress or can’t find something, you hold your tits

Which baffles both of them

What do you want?

Is it a come on? Are you concerned that they are gonna fall off? Are they hurting?

Eventually they try it and it does nothing for them

Well maybe not nothing but not what you were going through when you did it

So, eventually they ask what’s up and you explain that it was a comfort thing as you looked for something or if you needed some self-soothing

Crowley just lights up

The next time you lost your keys, Crowley slaunters up behind you

“You need both hands to search love, would you like me to hold them for you?”

“It’s the weight in my hands that are comforting, Crowley. Also. No. Where are my keys?”

Because you knew she totally did not hide them so she’d have a reason for a shitty pick-up line

Aziraphale calls out from the other room “Crowley, behave!”

Loving soft dates

Forehead kisses and kisses on the back of your hands and on the top of your palms

Sleeping in

Picnic dates where you all wear skirts that flare out in the wind

Crowley dealing with DudeBros and full on freaking the living shit out of them as you and Aziraphale look on, slightly approving;y and slightly disprovingly

Just softness and niceness as well as kinkines and some roughness

Perfect all round relationship if I’m honest

[good-omens-prompts]

Either Crowley or Aziraphale wears this.

[yandere-anthony-j-crowley]

My beloved!

My angel!

My love!

My darling!

My dear!

My sunshine!

My sun and moon!

My loverboy!

My sweetie!

My sweetheart!

My baby!

My dearest!

You are mine and mine alone!

[applepiewinchesters]

Empty (Crowley x Platonic!Reader)

Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings: Angst, mentions of depression and mental illness

Prompt: “I thought you knew.”

 You hadn’t talked to anyone in days, hell, you’ve barely gotten out of bed. The sound of your phone going off in the other room was a common occurrence for the last few days, it had to be Crowley or Aziraphale, after all, they were the people, the demon and angel rather, that you were the closest with.

What wasn’t a common noise was the sound of the front door or your flat opening. You sat up quickly in bed, alert now to the noises coming from down the hall.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice called, you relaxed instantly, it was Crowley.

“In here!” you called, your voice a bit hoarse. You reached up, attempting to fix the messy bun in your hair as you did, but you probably looked like shit anyway, so what was the use?

Crowley stepped into the room then, smiling softly at you, “Hey love, you haven’t been answering your phone,” he spoke, coming to sit beside you on the bed.

You sighed, “Yeah…I’m sorry about that, haven’t been feeling the best lately,” you told him, trying to brush off the subject a bit.

“Sick?” he asked, reaching up to feel your forehead, he may be a demon, but he honestly was really caring, especially towards you and Aziraphale.

“You could say that,” you told him, shrugging and looking away from him.

Crowley could tell when you were lying, he was a demon after all, lying was one of his specialties.

“Tell me what’s wrong, you know you can tell me anything,” Crowley said, scooting closer to you and taking your hand in his.

You let out a shaky sigh, you were surprised when you felt some hot tears roll down your cheeks, you’d thought you were all cried out.

“I-It’s nothing, really, I’m fine,” you sniffed, still not meeting Crowley’s gaze.

“If it’s making you cry then something’s got to be wrong sweetheart,” Crowley said.

“That’s just it,” you spoke, “there’s nothing wrong, no one hurt me, I haven’t lost anything, I’m just…sad, that’s it, I can’t explain it and I hate feeling this way.”

Crowley’s eyebrows furrowed, a look of concern crossing his face, “Why didn’t you tell anyone you felt this way? You shouldn’t have to go through this alone.”

You laughed a bit, “I thought you knew, it seems obvious to me at least,” you shrugged, “I’ve got all the symptoms.”

“How long have you…” Crowley said, trailing off, not able to find the right words.

“Been depressed?” you asked, wiping at your eyes.

Crowley nodded. “A while,” you said, “ever since I was younger, I just wasn’t officially diagnosed until a few years back. I’ve been doing better, this is the first episode I’ve had in a while.”

Crowley wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. You wrapped you arms around his waist, resting your head on his chest. He held you like that for a few minutes, at least until you tears stopped and you pulled away.

“I’ll tell you what, we’ll call Aziraphale over and we can order take out and watch all of those cheesy movies you love, how about that?” Crowley asked, making you smile.

“Sounds really nice actually,” you told him, “I’m uh, going to shower, can you take care of everything else?”

Crowley nodded, “Course love,” he answered. You smiled and got up from the bed and headed towards the bathroom, stripping out of the dirty pajamas you wore.

You honestly didn’t know what you’d do without Crowley, and Aziraphale of course, they always knew how to cheer you up, even on your worst days.

 A/N: Sorry it’s a bit short but I hope you love it anyway! Thank you so much for reading and all the requests I’ve been sent, I promise I’m working on them! Love you all! ~ Sara :)

[yandere-aziraphale]

Aphrodite blessed your figure, my dear.

[aziraphales-library]

Does anyone know if there is a Good Omens x Copacabana fanfic out there? Crowley as Lola either gender and Aziraphale their bartender boyfriend Tony? I'll even take bartender Zira and dancer Crowley. Thanks!

Hello! I couldn't find any specific crossovers, but here are some fics with bartender Crowley and dancer Aziraphale:

Welcome to Burlesque [T], WIP by PrincessDianaArtemis

Starry-eyed Aziraphale - just call me Azi - follows her dreams to California where she finds her spot amongst the dancers at Tracy's Burlesque Club.

Along the way she finds more than just an outlet for her talent including the battling attractions for the bartender, Crowley, the threat of the club being sold, and the jealousy of the headlining dancer, Bee.

Becoming a star doesn't mean losing yourself and Azi finds a way to have her cake and eat it too.

Or the Burlesque/Ineffable Wives crossover we all need.

Go Back and Rewind [E] by ZephyrOfAllTrades

“I bet you’d be coming in your pants before her performance ends,” Anathema grinned. They laughed as he sputtered at the blatant undermining of his self control. Although he was already half-hard, he wasn’t ready to throw away his dignity that easily.

This one fits the bill really well with dancer Crowley and bartender Aziraphale, but it's really dark and intense, so mind the tags:

Magpie [E] by southdownsraph

Ezra has just been hired as a bartender at an underground LGBT nightclub to help supplement his income while he studies for his master’s, and he can’t help but become infatuated with one of the performers, an exotic dancer who goes by the name AJ.

Would our readers perhaps know other fics like this?

~Mod N

[cynthianokamaria]

I'M A DEMON, I'M NOT NICE.

[cynthianokamaria]

GROW BETTAAAAHH 👿👿👿

[cynthianokamaria]

Grow bettahhhh 👿

[good-omens-prompts]

Aziraphale loves to hug people. Especially Crowley.