#nanny ashtoreth x reader

[waywardsummoner46]

hello :) how you doin? hope you are in good condition

may i ask what's in you wip list if you don't mind?? literally your fics so good that i reread it when I don't have any other fic to read 😭😭😭 but if you don't wanna tell us what you working on, that's totally fine

i hope you have a good day!

You have no idea how I've dreamed that someone would someday say that to me. I am honoured to be one of the authors that you reread, that puts a smile on my face that hurts my cheeks so thank you! There is absolutely no problem and I will find my wips now. Do you mind me asking what fics you reread? i'm genuinely curious to know.

These are my wips:

Eternity, Dark!Morpheus x reader

Evader of the Endless, Dark!Endless x reader

Our Beautiful Girl Part Two, Dark!BAU x reader, it's coming guys, bear with me

Immundus, Patricia (Split) x reader

Verðandi, Loki x reader, honestly may never post unless people ask

Spiteful Words, Crowley/Nanny Ashtoreth x reader

Óskilamunir, Dark!Loki x reader, Norse Mythology accurate which I am very proud of

Audience With the King, again a Dark!Loki x reader

Two Untitled Tenth Doctor fics which discuss TimeLords and hypnosis

Obumbratio, The Darkling x reader

And maybe, just maybe, a His Voice series or... a part two of Secrets of the Chamber

Soooooooo, it's a long list. I'll get there eventually. Thank you so much for the ask nonny! Let me know what fics you reread in another ask if you want, it's entirely up to you!

[lsd-astronaut]

Hello!! I hope you don’t mind me asking but could you do a fluffy Crowley x Demon!reader x Aziraphale fic (or headcanons)??

Maybe something like what it’s like all being in a relationship together?

(Also if it’s not too much to ask can the reader use a cane to walk around? Maybe because of something relating to when they fell and became a demon? If not that’s okay!!!)

First of all, I love you and I could kiss you in the mouth right now. I’VE BEEN SAYING FOR AGES THAT CROWLEY WOULD HAVE CHRONIC PAIN BC OF THE FUCKING FALL. I refuse to believe for one moment that you can fall all the way from Heaven, land on the ground and be all “hey guys i’m fine!”

Aziraphale x Demon!Reader x Crowley

Please like and reblog<3

Warnings: chronic pain, but nothing else, this is just good old fluff

• You were an archangel along with Crowley, with the same obligations in making the cosmos✨ so you both met Aziraphale at the same time

• When Azi told you both that the project was destined to close in a few thousand years, you were the one that proposed to fill a complain to God (and crowley seconded you)

• Cue a war and a Fall later, Crowley and you are in Hell, but in different departments so you don’t see each other much

• In fact, you didn’t see Azi and Crowley for the first time since the Fall until the crucifixion of Jesus

• You stood beside them in silent reverence to this poor soul lost for all of humanity

• “What sort of mother would wish this fate upon her own kin?” Crowley and Azi turned to you with confused expressions (although Crowley gained a lot of respect for that comment hehe)

• After some idle conversation, and Crowley convincing Aziraphale not to just smite you right there and then, you three decide to traverse the world

• Centuries pass, and Crowley and you stay around humans (you love their way of living, and he likes children so everyone wins)

• You like to read everything you can get your hands on, to Crowley’s chagrin

• “Now I have two bookworms. What have I done to deserve this?”

• It’s circa the year 1000, in the new continent that these curious people called Vikings have discovered, when Crowley and you decide to experiment a human thing that you had wanted to try for a long time

• Your first kiss is messy, and there are more teeth than anything else; besides Crowley insists it feels slimey

• However, she can’t help but to accept he got a bit aroused by it

• Practice makes better, as they say, and so you do

• Although you spend the most time with Crowley, your relationship with Aziraphale also evolves throughout the years

• The “we have a mutual but I still don’t like you” to “maybe I do care about you” pipeline, if you want

• You take him to all kind of food places and bookstores, and he warms up to you a lot

• Introducing him to classical music was your proudest moment, and also the pettiest as Crowley had crossed you a bit beforehand

• The first time you kiss Aziraphale (or rather, he does), is one time you both were a bit tipsy during a masquerade ball in Paris in the 18th century

• He is a bit unexperienced but he gets the hang out of it really quick

• The three of you “confess” to each other in 1941, after the magic show fiasco

• Crowley looks nonchalant but you can see behind his eyes, he was worried sick he would be separated from both of you

• You make sure to give him extra cuddles that night

• Fast forward to 2008 and you work in Warlock’s house along with Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis, you being Warlock’s governess (like this is the fucking 1800s or smth lmao)

• It is at this time that the two of them notice you limping a bit every day after all chores have been done

• You insist that it is nothing and that you are perfectly capable of walking

• However, Ashtoreth happens to see you during one of your bad flares

• She immediately helps you to sit down on the bed, and looks at you expecting an explanation

• Her no-nonsense glare deters you from making up an excuse so you tell her the whole truth

• When you had fallen, you hadn’t landed correctly and had broken your legs on impact

• Miracles hadn’t done the full job and so you had been forced to endure the pain of the bones repairing themselves not quite right

• You had learned to mask the pain after centuries of practice but some days were just worse than others

• The next day, Ashtoreth gifts you a cane adorned with a snake head with little wings

• You proudly use it every day forward

• After the Second Coming, the three of you go to live in South Downs, finally able to be yourselves together

• There is still so much stuff to learn about everything, but you’re immortal and you are not alone, so why the hurry?

• As the sun sets on the horizon, you lean your head on Aziraphale’s shoulder as he reads one of Jane Austen’s books, and Crowley’s head is on your lap, already snoring softly

• You will be okay

I just wanted to say, I’m sorry if this is not what you asked for exactly as it is my first time writing for these two and I haven’t written either in two years so I feel I’m very rusty. I forgot ab the chronic pain until almost at the end, and I talk more about the history of you relationship than the actual relationship in itself lmao

Still, I hope you like it!

[asphodelsandpomegranates]

The Peculiar Affair of the Nanny & the Gardener (Aziraphale x Crowley & Reader)

(A/N) Artwork does not belong to me I couldn’t find a gif of both of them as Brother Francis and Nanny Ashtoreth. I found this on Pinterest, if anyone has a link to the artist please let me know and I’ll put in a source.  

You had been working as a maid for the Dowlings for a short while. Apparently, they had a son who at the time had been only four. You had found young Warlock to be a sweet boy, a little naïve, but sweet.

About a year later, you heard from Thaddeus Dowling's chauffeur that the boy was to have a new nanny, and also that a gardener was to be hired. It had been a huge and double surprise that the nanny was...nothing like you'd expected. You had expected someone who was very much like a teacher, not a gothic looking Mary Poppins. Nanny Ashtoreth looked strict but really laid back. She had odd teachings, let's get that right. You'd overheard strange topics, in the library one day, such as Armageddon, torture and misery. At the time you'd shrugged it off, thinking nothing of it but then you heard the chatter again and thought maybe it was best to speak with Warlock's mother about it.

You didn't.

When you saw the gardener, you couldn't help but be astounded by the look. He looked like something out of a Jane Eyre novel or that he had somehow time travelled from the 1800's or early 1900's. Unlike Nanny Ashtoreth, the gardener, Brother Francis, was absolutely charming. So polite. He got along with Warlock very well as you'd seen them talking out in the gardens like he was a mentor. In the staff house, he was always found chatting with the other staff members at the home. One member of the staff that Francis seemed to get along with, surprisingly, was Nanny Ashtoreth.

There were a few moments where you had spotted them together in a corner of the room, talking in hushed tones. Several times you were sure that they were quite intimate. Almost as if in the short time they'd been working in the Dowling Household, they'd become an item. You found it sweet. One time, you spotted from an upstairs window the two of them conversing once again as they and Warlock sat outside. Then out of nowhere Francis pulled out a bunch of flowers and handed them to the nanny. She had taken them with pink cheeks, sniffing them. After a minute or three of them looking at one another in pure admiration, Francis excused himself and got back to work. Later on, the bouquet was found on a mantle piece, wilted and dry.

Seven months after Brother Francis and Nanny Ashtoreth's employment, you had agreed to go on an errand for the cook. You had just arrived on the premisis and on your way to the kitchens. You had just closed the door from the back when you heard voices.

“...so, do you think we have a chance in getting away with this?” asked a voice.

“I sure hope so, angel.” answered a second voice. “A little while longer and one more report to them and we'll be laughing.”

“Good. And that means we can sweep this whole thing under the rug. No more 'End of the World' stuff and we can get back to doing what we were doing before.”

You felt goosebumps crawl along your skin. Did one of them call the other 'angel'? And what the fuck did they mean by the end of the world?

You shuffled a little further to the voices and peered round the corner. Your eyes widened in recognition as you saw Brother Francis and Nanny Ashtoreth standing close together by the stairs that led to the upper floor.

Who were these people?

The second voice, Nanny Ashtoreth, chuckled. “Don't you mean 'get back to whom were were doing?”

Brother Francis, owner of the first voice, blushed darkly. “I don't know what you mean.”

“Sure you don't, angel. By the way you were screaming my name the other night, I'd say you do know.”

“C-Crowley...not now, dear.”

Your heart leapt at this. The sudden thought of the two of them lying naked in a lush bed, sweat gleaming on their skin, red rose cheeks and panting from a post orgasmic...

You shook your head free of those thoughts. Now was not the time to be thinking of your fellow colleagues in a such a fashion!

If these two men weren't a nanny or a gardener, just who were they?

“Crowley, please.” said 'Brother Francis'. “Anyone could walk in at any moment.”

Looking round again, you saw that – Crowley? – had backed 'Brother Francis against the wall and was staring at the white blonde male like a lavish meal.

“Everyone else is busy.” said Nanny Ashtoreth – or Crowley – his voice lowering to a slight growl. Or was it a hiss? “Just you and me.”

Your eyes widened, almost like saucers, as Crowley leaned in and planted a hard kiss against 'Brother Francis's' lips.

Holy shit!

'Brother Francis moaned against the 'nanny's' lips his hands gripping on to the other coat like a life line. The 'nanny' broke the kiss and started to trail kisses along 'Francis's' jawline to his throat.

“I want you so much, angel. I want you to take me.”

You had to slap a hand to your mouth to stop the squeal that tried to escape. Oh, my god, this was too much!

“I want you take me exactly like you took me in the wheat fields.”

“Crowley...”

“Aziraphale?”

“Please.”

“Nanny Ashtoreth?”

The moment was broken as a voice rang out from the hallway. The two lowers jumped apart and began to straighten their rumpled clothes.

“Nanny Ashtoreth, are you here?” It was Mrs Dowling and the sound of distant footsteps were growing closer and closer. You had to get out of here without being spotted. But how?

“Go.” 'Brother Francis' said.

“I'll head out the back door.”

Shit, you were at the back door! Reaching out, you opened the door as though you were stepping inside and shut it closed again. You walked forwards and almost bumped into the gardener.

“Oh, (Y/N). I am sorry, dear girl. Didn't see you there.”

“Oh, it's all right.” you replied a smile. You were hoping to God that the blush on your cheeks were gone. The blush on 'Brother Francis's' had not. “Well, I better go to the kitchens. Otherwise cook with have tantrum. 

“Very well, miss. I'll see you at dinner.”

Oh, this was going to be a little bit awkward.

“Yes. Right. I'll see you soon, Brother Francis.”

“Ta-ra, Miss (Y/N).”

You both departed, you to the kitchens and 'Brother Francis to the gardens.

What was it the nanny had called him? 

Aziraphale?

(A/N): anyone wants me to do a part two, let me know and I'll get started. Hope you enjoyed!! 

[good-omens-prompts]

Whenever Crowley is presenting female, she always gives herself a flat chest. In order to help ease her dysphoria.

[nanny-ashtoreth-imagines]

Nanny Ashtoreth comforts you during a thunderstorm.

[fuckyeahnannyashtoreth]

I meant punching!! Auto correct!! I'm nb too. Actually only I'm anon is I don't use tumblr anymore but I had ideas after you said about this on discord. So hi, it's forest. So not for promoting homophobes. I'm for nanny ash punching or punishing them. But then nanny ash giving support and comfort to the ones the homophobes were assholes to. Soft tough nanny ash

aaah okay. damn you auto correct. and hey forest 👋

she would so totally flip between protecting you and punishing them. 

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“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Ashtoreth was suddenly between you and the man harassing you.

“I-”

“That was rhetorical. I think perhaps vermin like you should crawl back to the sewer which you came out of,” She spat, and then turned around, her face softening. “Are you okay, dear?”

You nod, not wanting to talk. She reached out and stroked your cheek.

“I’m going to escort you back to your room, alright? He’s not going to talk to you again,” Her voice was so gentle. “Isn’t that right!?”

She flipped as soon as she turned back to the man. There almost seemed to be a yellow glow crawling out from behind her sunglasses.

The man opened his mouth to speak, and you could have sworn you heard a snake hissing? He nodded jerkily and scurried away down the stairs.

“Right,” She turned back to you. “You’re alright now, dear. A little shaken up, perhaps? I’ll stay with you as long as you need. You don’t deserve to be spoken to like that. Some people just can’t stand others who are unapologetically themselves, they just can’t bare others being happy. But we’ll show them, won’t we sweetheart?”

[fanficsiwantreadagain]

Good fic OP, I'd read the hell out of continuation

Nanny Ash fic, disclaimer: I’ve written this instead of doing important uni work bc the thirst is strong. Also i’m not a native English speaker and this is my first ever fic so please be gentle with me. Also this should please be anonymous. I MIGHT make a part 2 later on bc this is far from over. I actually am sorry that you have to read this.

Rating M, includes: masturbation, oral sex, genderneutral reader perspective(i tried), snakes

Word count: 2,464

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[waywardsummoner46]

Character List~

Finally! It is here. Hopefully this helps you all with any confusion or just in general.

What I’ll write: 

Polyamorous relationships (character x reader x character)

Plain old character x reader

sibling!character or parent!character x reader

Absolutely any AU at all, I’ll list a few ideas down the list

Any version of a character (yandere, dark, etc.)

Literally anything I guess, if it bothers me I’ll let you know!

For certain characters the requests will be strictly platonic however I’m still willing to write dark stuff for them too.

There’s also definitely some I’ve missed so if you don’t see a character or fandom you’re interested in, don’t be afraid to ask!

I’ll put a star next to the characters I’m most interested in writing just in case your struggling to choose!

So here’s the list itself (it’s a bit messy I’m afraid oops):

Supernatural

·        Dean Winchester (most versions of) *

·        Sam Winchester (most versions of) *

·        Castiel (most versions of) *

·        Gabriel *

·        Charlie Bradbury

·        Jack Kline (platonic)

·        Bobby Singer (platonic)

·        Rowena Macleod

·        Crowley

Grishaverse

·        Kaz Brekker

·        Inej Ghafa

·        Nina Zenik

·        Matthias Helvar

·        Jesper Fahey

·        Wylan van Eck

·        Aleksander Morozova *

·        Nikolai Lantsov *

·        Alina Starkov

·        Zoya Nazyalenski

·        Genya Safin

MCU

·        Peter Parker (all versions) *

·        Loki *

·        Doctor Strange *

·        Natasha Romanoff

·        Yelena Belova

·        Steve Rogers

·        Druig * 

·        Milo/Lucien

X-Men

·        Charles Xavier

·        Peter Maximoff

·        Jean Grey

·        Logan

Guardians of the Galaxy

·        Gamora

·        Nebula

Defenders

·        Matt Murdock

·        Jessica Jones

·        Kilgrave

·        Billy Russo*

Sherlock

·        Benedict Cumberbatch *

·        Henry Cavill

DC~

·        Joker (Barry Keoghan or Heath Ledger)

·        The Riddler (Paul Dano)

·        Superman

·        Poison Ivy

·        Harley Quinn

·        Dick Grayson (any version of) *

·        Jason Todd (any version of)

·        Tim Drake

·        Damian Wayne (platonic unless aged-up)

·        Wonder Woman

·       John Constantine (Keanu Reeves)

·       Anarky

Gotham

·      Jerome Valeska

·      Jeremiah Valeska *

·      Edward Nygma

The Witcher

·        Geralt of Rivia

·        Jaskier

Dune

·        Paul Atreides *

·        Channi

Twilight~

·        Jasper Hale - Major Whitlock (the fan concept of a different, more dominant personality for him interests me a lot so...) *

·        Alice Cullen

·        Aro

Doctor Who

·        Ten

·        Eleven

The Boys

·        Soldier Boy

Divergent

·        Tobias Eaton

·        Tris Prior

Harry Potter

·        Tom Riddle *

·        Marauders Era!Remus Lupin *

·        Marauders Era!Sirius Black

·        Newt Scamander

Scream

·         Billy Loomis

·         Stu Macher

The Maze Runner

·         Thomas

·         Newt - Crank!Newt

Once Upon A Time

·         Peter Pan *

Star Wars

·         Kylo Ren

·         Anakin Skywalker

·         Luke Skywalker

·         Leia Organa

Star Trek

·         Khan Noonien Singh

Throne of Glass (please for the love of god request for this!!!! If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend it!)

·        Rowan Whitethorn *

·        Aelin Galathynius *

·        Aedion Ashryver

·       Dorian Havilliard (with or without collar) *

·       Manon Blackbeak *

·       Ansel of Briarcliff

·       Asterin Blackbeak

·       Elide Lochan

·       Lorcan Salvaterre

·       Fenrys Moonbeam

·       Lysandra

·       Nesryn Faliq

·       Sam Cortland

The Cruel Prince

·       Cardan Greenbriar *

·        Jude Duarte

Percy Jackson and Related

·        Piper McLean

·        Hazel Levesque

·        Nico di Angelo

·        Leo Valdez *

The Mortal Instruments

·       Jace Herondale

American Horror Story

·       James Patrick March *

·       Tate Langdon

·       Kai Anderson

Teen Wolf

·       Stiles Stilinski - Nogitsune *

Caraval

·       Legend *

·       Jacks, The Prince of Hearts *

·       Donatella Dragna

·       Scarlett Dragna

Walker

·       Cordell Walker

My Bloody Valentine

·       Tom Hanniger

Cry Wolf 2005

·       Tommy Jordan

Peaky Blinders

·       Tommy Shelby

Gilmore Girls

·        Dean Forester

Good Omens

·        Crowley (Nanny Ashtoreth)*

·        Aziraphale*

Little Women

·       Theodore “Laurie” Laurence

The Matrix

·       Neo *

·       Trinity

Brooklyn Nine Nine

·       Rosa Diaz

·       Jake Peralta

·       Gina Linetti

Kingdom of the Wicked

·       Emilia di Carlo

·       Wrath

·       Lust

A Court of Thorns and Roses (still reading, will add more characters as I go on)

·    Rhysand

·    Feyre

·    Lucien

·    Nesta

·    Mor

·    Azriel

·    Cassian

·    Amren

House of the Dragon

·    Daemon Targaryen

·    Rhaenyra Targaryen

[malereader-inserts]

Father Figure

Fandom: Good Omens Pairing: Crowley x Male!Reader X Aziraphale Summary: They’re trying their best Word Count: 1,507 Request: “Hello! I really loved “to your days off” and I thought that it’d be really cute if the reader & ineffable husbands raised a kid together!!💛👼🏼😈👱‍♂️” A/n: You have a baby boy called Wesley because I don’t think it’s common and also people say it’s better when writers fill in the blanks of naming added characters

Wesley is possibly the most amazing thing that was to ever grace you.

Wesley was your baby boy, three years old and the most adorable child, though you are biased. He came about in a time you didn’t expect it really, you were positively not in a relationship three years ago with a girl, but you were curious and you forgot to use protection.

The mother of the child did not want to get rid of the baby and you stepped up, as any decent human being, to be the father. Unfortunately, the mother died during childbirth and you were left to be a single father - not you minded.

It’s just, made life a little harder, your sister helped here and there but it was mostly you and little baby Wesley. Then you started dating a demon and an angel, you don’t know how it came about but six months into the relationship, you didn’t want to question the second most amazing thing that was to ever grace you.

You had no secrets other than your child, you were terrified in all honesty. You were doing an astounding job as a single father but you were afraid your significant others would judge you. You made time for your son, for your boyfriends and your job. 

You made it work.

They found out when the pair was walking in St James Park, Aziraphale wanting to feed the ducks until they see you, crouching down by the little boy and feeding the ducks with seeds.

“Hello love!” Aziraphale greets, you freeze before looking up at the two looming figures.

“Hello you two,” You greeted, standing up at full height and kissing them on the cheek.

“Why do you have a child next to you,” Crowley asked, eyeing up the child, his nanny instinct begging to come out before looking at the duck and sinking it.

“Daddy!” Your boy shouts as you turn your attention to Wesley, who was pointing, “Duck!”

“Yes, Wesley,” You chuckled, ruffling your boy’s hair and kneeling by him again, “Crowley, can you not sink the ducks?”

The duck emerges as your son starts tapping you viciously and pointing at the duck, you laugh at your son as your boyfriends just stare at you, with heart-shaped eyes. You lifted up your son in your arms and turned to face your boyfriends.

“Wesley, baby, meet my boyfriends,” The boy turns to look at the blonde and the red hair men in front of him as you pointed who was who, “Aziraphale and Crowley.”

“Hello, Wesley!” Aziraphale greets happily, shaking the boy’s hand, as Crowley just stares.

“More daddies?” Your son says to you as he squishes your face with his small hands, causing you to brighten and nod, “Yay! Crow-whee!”

Your son motions grabby arms at the demon and within an instant, Crowley melts and comes to cuddle your son, who happily cuddles the demon’s head.

“Careful, he likes to tug hair,” You warned as you hear the hissing of your demon whilst your son tugs the red hair, “No, no, Wes don’t do that, sweetie.”

“You look exhausted, honey,” Crowley points out to you as he passes your son to the angel, who starts tickling his stomach, Crowley throws an arm over your shoulders and pull you close to him, allowing you to lean your head upon his shoulder.

“Yeah, Wesley was sick for a few days and he’s finally recovered so I haven’t had much sleep,” You sighed, shutting your eyes briefly, “Sorry about springing this upon you, you don’t have to be more daddies for Wes-”

“Nonsense!” Aziraphale says, knitting his eyebrows towards you, still holding the child, “You are our love and we’re willing to help! You do need a rest, my dear.”

“Come on,” Crowley says, leading the way back to the bookshop, “I’ve been dying to be a nanny again, Wesley is perfect.”

“Please don’t teach him something ridiculous!”

“What do you take me?”

“A mild annoyance, a demon,” You say flatly but softly kissing the jaw of the demon, “You might have been the nanny for Warlock but Wes is-”

“Wesley is a spitting image of you and the only thing I would like to do is help raise him to be like his father,” Crowley interrupts as he opens the door of the bookshop, you soften as you smile gratefully at the demon.

Whilst you fell asleep on the sofa in the back room of the bookshop, the angel and demon kept your son entertained. Whilst you snooze soundly, Crowley’s Nanny Ashtoreth was ready to come out, your son was delighted.

“What do kids like to eat?” Crowley asked, not a demon who likes to eat and looks at his boyfriend.

“Healthy or not?” Aziraphale asked, thinking of an assortment of food, “Never mind, us two will go to the shops and let him pick out food for himself.”

The three headed out to the car, leaving you in the back knowing you’re out cold and probably won’t be awake for a few more hours. Crowley had to restrain himself from buying everything in the store for Wesley, who giggles every time he gets a glimpse of Crowley’s eyes.

“Sweets!” Wesley exclaims loudly in Crowley’s arms, “Sweets!”

“Uh, no dearie,” Aziraphale says softly, whilst he was buying food, he did not want to feed your child bad stuff.

“Sweets!”

“Wesley,” Crowley warns, this time using a stricter tone, “Daddy wouldn’t be happy if we fed you sweets.”

The boy pouted, his bottom lips quivering as he burst into tears whilst the two supernatural entities started to panic. Crowley passing the child into Aziraphale’s arms, trying to hush Wesley. Then, it got out of hand, Wesley started to hit Aziraphale and wailing, making other shoppers to look at them. 

“Take him to the car, Angel, I’ll deal with thisss,” Crowley involuntarily hisses causing the toddler to wail even louder.

The Angel moved quickly to the car, sitting the bleary eye kid on his lap, “Oh dear, what is it, Wesley? What do you want?” The Angel said so softly, that the kid looked at him with wide eyes.

“I want daddy!” The child cried, eyes tearing up once again and letting out a screech of a cry.

The angel grimaces as he started to bounce his leg, hoping the movement would cause the child to stop crying. When Crowley returns, disgruntle, looking at the child he sighs.

“Sing to him!” Crowley says, “All I have was that lullaby for Warlock and I don’t want to be on the bad side of (Y/n).”

“Just get the car moving!” Aziraphale says, holding the child closer to him and softly humming whilst the toddler kept wailing.

The two was starting to get a headache and that was impossible for the two, almost impossible, even Queen wasn’t able to calm the child down. Wesley kept crying as they enter the bookshop, Crowley now holding the child as Aziraphale was holding shopping bags.

“Sh, Wesley, you’ll wake up daddy...”

“‘m already awake,” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes, “Hey, baby.”

You swiftly take Wesley away from Crowley, who looked upset that he failed to keep you asleep as Aziraphale looked defeated. You wiped the tears away from your son’s cheeks, your son calming down upon seeing you.

“Alright bud,” You say, smiling brightly despite being tired, “Looks like you’re super tired, is that why you’ve been crying? Nap time?”

“Nap time!” Crowley exclaimed to Aziraphale as if the most obvious thing in the world, “Nap fu-”

“Crowley, children ears!” Aziraphale scowled as you sighed, humming ‘Love of My Life’ to Wesley.

The child placed his head upon your shoulder, holding you tight as you sway through the bookshop, the two watches you, the natural parental instinct kicking in and Aziraphale softly smiling thinking how soft the scene is whilst Crowley was having a mini tantrum that he couldn’t figure out Nap time.

“Are you done? I have one child, not three,” You say with sass as you go put Wesley on the sofa in the backroom as Crowley snorted whilst Aziraphale gasped, offended, “And I say that with the goodness of my heart.”

“Rude,” Aziraphale bellows as you emerge from the back, shushing him as he reddens, “I’m sorry dear, we couldn’t help you that well.”

“It’s fine, it’s just one-time thing, you’ll get the hang of it,” You shrugged, yawning, “Well, taking care of a child instinct will come back to you, I did hear you help raised Warlock.”

“Well,” Crowley shrugged his shoulders, “I’m sure Wesley won’t be as bad as Warlock.”

You sneezed and groaned, “Oh, yeah, I might be on the bench for a while, looks like my kid’s given me his sickness.”

“Oh, I’ll get you tea!” Aziraphale claims, bustling through his shop as you looked at Crowley.

“Ready to be a dad?”

“Not really, Nanny yes, Daddy no,” You patted him on the shoulder, kissing his cheek, and smiling.

“No one really is ever ready to be a parent.”

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The Nanny (Crowley x Reader)

*REQUESTS ARE CLOSED*

Requested by: Anonymous

Warnings: None

 When you’d first heard about Crowley and Aziraphale’s idea to go undercover and help raise Warlock, you thought maybe it wouldn’t be that bad of an idea.

Crowley could do secret service, Aziraphale maybe working as the cook, you could be the nanny possibly, but when they explained who they were going undercover as, you nearly hacked up a lung from laughing so hard.

Aziraphale as the gardener, that wasn’t too hard to imagine, definitely not too far of a reach. You were going to be Warlock’s tutor, at least he was currently only five, just basic things needed to be learned. But Crowley as the nanny? The fucking nanny?

Now that was going to be a sight to behold. He may be your boyfriend of a few years, but out of all the things he’s done, he has definitely never dressed up as a woman to take care of the Antichrist.

“It’s not that funny,” Crowley said, trying to defend himself as you were trying to catch your breath from laughing on the couch.

You giggled, wiping a tear from your eye and took a few deep breaths, composing yourself, “It is love, it really is, you’re…you’re going to dress up as an old woman and be a nanny Crowley?” you asked.

The demon standing before you shrugged, looking away.

“You don’t even like kids,” you reasoned.

“It’s the Antichrist, couldn’t be too bad,” Crowley said nonchalantly.

You smiled and shook your head, standing up and walking over to Crowley, wrapping your arms around his waist. “You know, there’s probably better ways to do this,” you suggested.

“Already made up my mind,” Crowley spoke, still looking away from you, although his hands had moved to your waist.

“So stubborn,” you sighed, reaching up to tuck a bit of Crowley’s long hair behind his ear.

He turned to face you, smiling a bit, “It’s one of my specialties,” he said, making you laugh.

“Just be careful alright? I know you want to help stop Armageddon and all, but just…don’t be too obvious,” you told him.

Crowley leaned down, pecking your lips softly, “I’m always careful love, besides, nannying can’t be too dangerous” he told you.

“Surrreee,” you said sarcastically, pulling away from him and sitting back down on the couch.

The demon huffed but sat down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, you leaned into him. You just hoped this plan wasn’t as ridiculous as it sounded.

At least you didn’t have to dress up, being a plain old human and all.

*

A week later, you sat on Crowley’s bed, running your hand over the silk sheets absentmindedly while you waited for your boyfriend to emerge from the bathroom, he wanted to show you his nanny outfit.

“Promise you won’t laugh?!” Crowley called from the bathroom.

You giggled softly, “I’ll try my best!” you called back.

Looking up when the bathroom door open, your eyes widened and you immediately snorted, covering your mouth.

He looked…. hilarious. Crowley was wearing an all-black dress, save the little red ribbon around his neck. He looked like a gothic Mary Poppins. Even had the hat and the umbrella.

You didn’t speak, too afraid you would just burst into laughter.

“What do you think?” he asked, holding out his arms.

You shook your head as a loud laugh left your lips, you quickly buried you face in your hands, trying to hide your wide smile.

“Come on, it’s not that funny,” Crowley groaned.

You continued laughing as you got off the bed, circling your boyfriend and taking in the entirety of the outfit. “Y-You look great babe, but I am definitely not kissing you when you look like that,” you said.

“Why not?” Crowley asked, pouting.

“It would be like kissing my grandmother, speaking of, you need one more thing,” you said, hurrying into the bathroom and grabbing your makeup bag from counter.

“Sit down,” you instructed, and Crowley did as told, taking off his sunglasses as he sat down on the bed, looking up at you.

“Close your eyes,” you told him as you pulled out an eye shadow pallet.

Again, Crowley did as instructed and you got to work, brushing on some eye shadow on his eyes, adding mascara after blending the natural colored eye shadow.  

You next pulled your favorite lipstick color from the makeup bag, holding your boyfriend’s chin as you very carefully spread the light red color onto his lips.

“Alright, done,” you said, wiping off a tiny imperfection and recapping the lipstick, dropping it into the bag.

Crowley followed you into the bathroom to look at your work, he barked out a laugh when he saw himself.

“See, you look hilarious,” you told him.

“Thanks for your help sweetheart,” he told you, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You shuddered and wiped off the lipstick smudge, “Alright, we better get going, don’t want to be late to little Warlock’s lesson,” you said, going back into the bedroom and gathering up the books and study supplies you’d bought, throwing them into the tote bag on the bed.

Hopefully this went well.

*

It did go rather well in fact, weeks later and everything was going fine, you still weren’t exactly used to Crowley being dressed as a woman, or, as he was known to the Dowling’s, Nanny Ashtoreth.

You were playing the part of “her” granddaughter, happily helping little Warlock with his ABC’s and 123’s. He really was a sweet kid, was this really the one that was supposed to bring on the end times?

One afternoon you were in the kitchen with Warlock making lunch, he was sitting at the table, quietly singing to himself as he colored.

You were cutting the crust off his peanut butter sandwich, and you looked up when you heard the sound of heels against linoleum. It was Crowley, or rather, your grandmother.

“Afternoon,” you said politely.

Warlock looked up from his picture, smiling widely, “Nanny!” he said happily, jumping off his seat and running to Crowley, wrapping his small arms around Crowley’s legs.

Crowley hugged back, “Good afternoon to you too dear,” he said in his sweet old lady voice.

You giggled at the sight, it was rather cute, although very weird at the same time. “Come on Warlock, lunch time,” you said as the little guy ran back over to the table.

After you set his sandwich down in front of him you leaned against the counter, Crowley moving to stand beside you.

“How much longer do we have to do this?” you whispered, watching Warlock as he ate.

“Maybe another week and we should be fine,” Crowley whispered back, reaching between the two of you to grab your hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“Warlock will miss you, he tells me about all the songs you sing for him at night and the stories you tell,” you said.

Crowley chuckled softly, “He’s a cute kid,” he said, shrugging a bit.

You smirked, “Going soft?” you asked, laughing a bit.

“Never,” Crowley shot back almost immediately.

Laughing, you rolled your eyes, patting his shoulder as you began walking away, “Whatever you say nanny,” you told him.

A/N: I loved this request so much, shout out to whoever sent it in! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you loved it. Also, thank you for all the love! Requests should be open again soon! Love you all! ~ Sara :)

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A Kind of Magic (Crowley x Reader)

Requested: Dancing with Crowley (Pull Crowley to dance with you - the music can be A Kind of Magic :3)

Warnings: None. 

Word Count: 1049

A/N: OOoooh, I don't know what I wrote. To be honest, I've only written angst song fics... But this is so much fluff, and the song is great. I highly recommend you to read this while listening to the song!

+ ⚠️Just noticed how the writing switched from past-tense to present-tense half way:( I’ll fix it as soon as I have the opportunity to! So sorry😞

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It's a lazy Sunday. There are no plans, and all you've been doing all-day is lying around the couch, doing absolutely nothing. What you mean by 'absolutely nothing' is, surfing around Nexflix and finding nothing to watch, trying to get a slice of bacon on an avocado ㅡa game on your phone, it's annoying but addictingㅡ and reading a book Aziraphale has recommended to you. The book was thick, and you thought it would pass some time, and it did. Aziraphale had great taste in books, after all, he did own a book shop. But he was also an angel who has been on Earth for 6000 years. That meant lots of wisdom and knowledge. The book was, simply put, too hard for you. Which is quite crazy regarding your age. Now you were lying upside down, your legs on your couch, your head on the floor, trying to put a slice of bacon on a quarter pipe. You furiously tapped on your phone attempting to get the bacon on the quarter pipe, but it kept sliding downwards. Pissed off, you threw your phone on the sofa and grumbled. You wanted to do something else. You needed to move your body, not just your finger. So you stood up, picked up your phone again and scrolled down looking for some music to dance too. Before pressing press to the 'A Kind of Magic, Queen,' you stopped for a moment, debating whether to connect your phone to a speaker or not. You decided not to because you felt like doing it in an old-fashion way today. 

One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal

One golden glance of what should be

After pressing the little triangle you mouthed the lyrics to the song, making your way over to the kitchen, grabbing a big mug that could fit your phone. You gently placed your phone inside the cup and started dancing to the words that echoed from the cup.

One shaft of light that shows the way

No mortal man can win this day

Then there was a knock on your door. You danced your way towards the door. Did you have any delivery planned to arrive? You didn't think so. Did you have friends who would visit without notice? Yes, you did. So you didn't hesitate to open your front door. There stood, your boyfriend, wearing all black with his usual sunglasses. The sight of him made you happy. So, so happy. It's a miracle that this man has chosen to love you out of everyone else in this world. You were the one in a million that he chose. 

The bell that rings inside your mind

It's a challenging the doors of time

"Y/N, I've lived on this planet enough to know and tell you that it is not safe to open a door without-," before he can finish his sentence you take his hand, pulling him inside your apartment. He never checked to see whom it was before opening his door. Yet, he was so sensitive when it came to you doing it. It was sweet that he thought about you so much, but you didn't feel like hanging out with a 'Nanny Ashtoreth' today. You held both of his hands and wiggled your arms. He raised his eyebrows, and you pouted.

“Oh, c’ mon, Crow! It’s Queen, dance with me.” 

The waiting seems eternity

The day will dawn of sanity

It's a kind of magic

There can be only one

He smiles before giving in, closing the door behind him. He held your hand, then rose it, allowing you to spin around. When you were set still, you carefully took off his glasses and placed it on a stand next to the door. Then you danced to the living room. He followed you while watching as you shook your head like a crazy person. 

“What kind of move is that?” 

He asks, doing his silly moves- the famous disco. You giggle at the sight, then copying the move yourself. 

This rage that lasts a thousand years

Will soon be gone

This flame that burns inside of me

I'm hearing secret harmonies

“It’s called dancing,” 

You answer, smiling widely. Your hair was now all fuzzed up from all the spinning. Crowley grins at the sight.

“Not so bad for a mortal,” he says, carefully putting his hands on your waist, then he lifted you and spun you around the living room. You let out a scream. He sets you down on the ground again, but you lose your balance in excitement and fall. Crowley’s eyes widen at the sight. 

The bell that rings inside your mind

Is challenging the doors of time

“Are you all right, love?” he asks you one knee on the ground. Your butt hurts, but mostly you find the situation funny. Humor overcomes the pain and you burst into laughter. Crowley stares at you with unbelieving eyes, then he too starts laughing.

This rage that lasts a thousand years

Will soon be, will soon be

Will soon be gone

You pull him to the ground, wanting to be closer with him. He gladly lets you. You both lied on the floor staring into each other. Crowley spoke up first. 

"You are unbelievable, you know that?"

You don't answer, and he doesn't expect you to. He already expects you to know this. To know how special you are, to know how amazing you are, and mostly, to know how you make him unbelievingly happy. And you do know, but like everyone else, you forget sometimes. So Crowley's like an alarm clock reminding you constantly. What did I do to deserve this man? You ask yourself. 

This is a kind of magic

There can only be one

This rage that lasts a thousand years

Will soon be gone

You quickly give him a peck on the lip, but he holds you longer, pulling you closer, turning it into a kiss. The moment feels magical, just like the movies. You two pull away after a moment but kept the distance between two as close as it were. You stare into his beautiful snake eyes, the golden snake eyes. I am damned, aren't I? You think to yourself. 

Magic, it's a kind of magic

It's a kind of magic

Magic, magic, magic, magic

Magic, ha ha ha ha it's magic

If he hadn't come, you probably would've been depressed over the thought that tomorrow is Monday. You would've eaten junk foods for dinner, and even though you have absolutely nothing to do, stay up late until you can get that bacon on the quarter pipe. It probably won't have ended there either. You can't say your life before Crowley was bad. It was going somewhere. But since his arrival, there is so much more to it. You wonder if he feels the same. Oh, dear God, you pray that he feels the same. Because now you are damned, and you cannot imagine life without this demon. 

Ha ha

Yeah, yeah

It's a kind of magic

Little did you know, the feeling was mutual.  Crowley stared into your eyes,  thinking and wishing the same thing. For him too thought that it was a miracle that a girl like you fell in love with him. He was your one in a million. And he'll be damned twice too, because of you. 

It’s a kind of magic. 

[asphodelsandpomegranates]

The Peculiar Affair of the Nanny and the Gardener part. 2 (Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley)

(A/N: Art work is not mine belongs to some else. Please send me a link to the artist so I can give proper credit. Secondly, people requested this and several wanted to be tagged so here you are 

@a-hoe-for-vanya​;    @oster-hagen​;   @askmisssashamagick;    @pixellated-sparks​;     @iwishiwastherogueofvoid​;     @jashmore13​;      @the-queer-dungeoneer​ 

also this is slightly NSFW only mildly. People that are under 18, please don’t read, to people that are 18 and over, enjoy.) 

(NSFW-ish)

Dinner had been awkward.

Very awkward indeed.

Usually, dinners were light and happy and a way of acting normal. The act of being formal to your employers went out of the window only to return the next day. Dinners in the staff house had consisted of you, the cook, the butler, the chauffeurs and Mr. Dowlings' bodyguards. Then 'Nanny Ashtoreth' and 'Brother Francis' stepped in to the household and the dinners became more lively, thanks to 'Brother Francis'. The dinner would be of him, telling stories, singing songs and making a joke of things. It even seemed to put a smile on 'Nanny Ashtoreth's' face – and then the smile would vanish as though the nanny had caught herself – or himself – doing it.

But as I said before, the day after when you saw the 'nanny' and the 'gardener' together, dinner was now weird as you and your other members of staff were sitting in the same room as two people who were frauds.

On the night you found out, you sat at the other end of the table near one of the bodyguards as cook dished out the beef stew for dinner and then 'Nanny Ashtoreth' walked in.

“Morning, ma'am.” the cook said.

“Indeed.” 'Nanny Ashtoreth spoke. No, not that. Crowley, wasn't it?

The 'nanny' sat down and waited as cook went round. Then there came the loud call of: “Evening, all!” as 'Brother Francis walked in, followed by a chorus of “Evening!” and other greetings. You, however, just stayed quiet but gave a polite smile and dug into your food.

You watched from your end of the table as the 'gardener' went and sat beside the 'nanny'. It was difficult to tell with the sunglasses 'she' wore, but the 'nanny' gave a small glance over to the gardener and a small smile appeared on 'her' face. The 'gardener' blushed but smiled back. Just knowing that something was going on between them and you were the only one that knew about the two's identity was a little unnerving. You felt like you had been intruding, but yet, you couldn't but feel a little thrill just imagining these two males in bed with one another. The images that plagued your mind as you thought of the two in very precocious positions. It was enough to set you on fire.

A few days after this happened, you were in the staff house, readying yourself to retire for the night and wanting to miss out on dinner. You'd had a rough day as Mrs. Dowling was becoming annoying by the second. Thankfully, you were dismissed for the rest of the evening.

As you headed up to your room, you heard a sound. You stepped in your tracks and listened intently. There came another sound like a gasping moan. Then there was muffled talking and the sound of kisses.

Your eyes widened as you realised who it must be. This was completely disrespecting someone's privacy but yet you couldn't help but be a little bit intrigued by what was transpiring.

Letting your common sense leave you, you moved a little closer to the door and peered around the door.

And your suspicions were proved correct.

On the bed was 'Nanny Ashtoreth' or Crowley and...what was the 'gardener's' actual name again?

“Ah...Aziraphale...” came a breath moan from the nanny.

“Crowley...” the gardener responded.

Crowley was underneath – Aziraphale? – and was arching his neck so that the man on top of him would continue his ministrations on it. The blonde man shifted on the bed, resting himself between Crowely's legs, hiding what was there. Whilst Crowley's hands ran along Aziraphale's pale skin, down his back and cupped at his bum cheeks.

“All in good time, my dear.” Aziraphale whispered to his lover.

“I want you now!” Crowley whined.

“Don't rush this, Crowley.” the blonde reassured the red head. “We've got all night to do this.”

“I'd have preferred to be out in the fields like last time.”

“I'm sure you would, you old serpent.” Aziraphale chuckled. “Right now. I want to slowly drink in every inch of you. After all, soon enough the world will be en—.”

“Don't say that.” said Crowley. His tone seemed...disdained. No, no. Haughty as though the topic in general made him sick to the stomach. “I'd rather the world didn't end. I don't want to spend a god damned eternity without you.” The red head's hands moved to cup the blonde's cheeks. “Right now, I want to spend the rest of these years with you. And only you.”

There was a silence. Tears pricked in your eyes at this small speech.

“Oh, Crowley. I always knew that you were a softy.”

“No, you're soft.” Crowley purred and he pulled the pale man down and planted a smacker on his lips. “Now, fuck me.”

The man on top complied and moved himself on the bed so that he was level with Crowley's crotch.

Oh, my...God! Should you be watching this?! Now, you were really stepping on egg shells. You could just step away, now and try and forget what just happened. But that was really difficult to do when such a gorgeous sight as this played out in front of you.

This time you saw Crowley more clearly. This shoulder length hair was askew, his cheeks flushed red and his eyes...where you seeing things or was the red-head's eyes yellow like cats...no, snake eyes.

They stared down at the blonde between his legs. From where you could see, Aziraphale was running his tongue along the red-head's thighs, making him whimper breathlessly.

“Angel.”

Aziraphale's response was to continue his little ministrations. His hands lifted Crowley's legs until they sat bent at the knee. He then leaned in and lapped at Crowley's entrance. The man on his back mewled, clawing at Aziraphale's white locks. You swore that you could hear the sounds of hissing in the room. Crowley's pupils dilated with lust as Aziraphale worked his tongue in circles.

“Angel...fuck. Don't make me beg.”

“Too late.”

Crowley groaned in frustration as Aziraphale's tongue worked his magic on him. A pale hand came between the blonde's legs and he stroked himself to match with his pace on Crowley.

Soon enough, Crowley came on his stomach and Aziraphale in his hand and a little on the sheets. The blonde, panting, crawled up his lover's body and kissed him hard on the lips.

“You look ravishing, darling.”

“Shut up and get inside me, already.” the red head panted.

“If you say so.”

“I do.” 

As you stepped further into the room to get a better view as the two males snuggled further into the duvet, your foot caught on something, causing you a small amount of pain making you cry out a little and the object fall with a clatter.

“Fuck!” you hissed.

“What the—? (Y/N)?”

You glanced up to see 'Crowley' staring at you wildly with hard, yellow eyes and 'Aziraphale' looking at you in shock. “I...I...sorry.”

And you scarpered from the room. 

[good-omens-prompts]

The Tenderness Of 'Darling'.

[itkeepsusmoving]

Okay trying not to be too feral on main but WHERE ARE THE NANNY ASHTORETH X READER FICS?

[fuckyeahnannyashtoreth]

god i am not okay right now and ive been crying for the last hour and i just need to lay my head in ashtoreth's lap while she tells me everything's going to be okay and praises me and tells me she loves me sorry to bleed personal stuff onto here

“Shh, dear, everything’s going to be fine, I promise you. Look at how far you’ve already come so far and done so much, and you keep going, you are still going. Things will get better and feel okay again, sweetheart,” She strokes a hand through your hair. “I’m so proud of you, such a good angel. I’ll never stop being proud of you, I love you so much. Never doubt that. I’m so very proud of you, dear.”

[toucheholland23]

Yo, tumblr! Where are the Nanny Ashtoreth x reader fics?

Do i have to do it myself? Cause i won’t say no.