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book-place · 1 year

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Fears and Facing Them

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Ineffable Husbands x daughter reader

Request: Crowley x Aziraphale x child reader (6 years old maybe), who caught Crowley in snake form and got scared because they have Ophidiophobia but after being comforted by Aziraphale, the child accepts it and actually likes to play with Crowley (crowley thinks the child is annoying but still loves the child) while he's in his snake form

Request by: @popfishjr

*not my gif*

Summary: You felt better about conquering your fear knowing it was just your father

A/N: Not proof read- I’m in a rush so I’ll do it later :)

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You hummed an off tune melody to yourself quietly as you stacked legos together from where you lay, sprawled out on your living room floor.

Your fathers were both upstairs, to your knowledge, but you were fine with that. Contempt in your own little world of play.

That was, until a small hissing sound rang out and reached your ears, so faint that you almost couldn’t hear it as you placed another lego piece together with another.

With that, you paused, head turning from side to side in confusion as you tried to locate the source of the noise. When you came up empty handed though, you simply shrugged and went back to your building blocks as if nothing had happened.

When the hiss sounded again though, you could no longer ignore it, your curiosity getting the better of you.

Quickly, you dropped your toys and rose to your feet, eyes narrowed as they scanned the room for any sign of where the noise was coming from.

That’s when your eyes landed on it- or him.

Crowley didn’t know what he was doing to be completely honest, he knew that you had a fear of snakes- or Ophidiophobia, as Aziraphel kept reminding him. But he hadn’t thought anything of it when he transformed into his reptile form, if not to simply have the feel of it again. He had thought you were in your room however, or he probably never would have done it.

As soon as your eyes latched onto your- unknown to you- father, you let out a horrible shriek and quickly scampered up onto the nearby couch, trying to put as much distance between you and the snake as possible.

Crowley paused, confusion overtaking his senses as he momentarily forgot about your fear for the animal, and just sat there, staring up at you.

There was a clatter behind him as Aziraphel rushed down the stairs in order to see what was going on.

“What ever is the matter, young one?” Your father asked, striding over and scooping you up into his warm hold.

“Snake, papa!” You cried, “Snake!”

The angels eyes drifted over to his husband for the first time since entering the room and the reality of the situation seemed to click in both of their heads at the same time.

Right away, Crowley transformed back, not wanting to frighten you more than he already had, watching as your eyes went wide.

“Hush, it’s alright, darling. There, there.” Aziraphel soothed, throwing Crowley an extremely rare harsh look as he rubbed up and down your back.

“D-dad?” You hiccuped, looking at the demon with wide eyes.

He hesitated before nodding, “Yes, it’s me, child.”

“W-why were you a-a sn-snake?” You stuttered out, resting your cheek against Aziraphels shoulder.

“It’s- that’s just something I can do.” He admitted, sounding meek for the first time in a long while.

“You’re just the snake?” You asked softly, “It’s not a scary monster?”

Crowley felt as if his heart melted when you unknowingly admitted that you didn’t think he was a scary monster- unlike the rest of the world.

A silence settled over your little family before you spoke up again, small bursts of confidence seeping into your question, “Can you turn back into a snake?”

Your father hesitated, looking to his husband, only to not be offered an answer. But after a moment, he did what you asked.

Instead of shrieking and cowering away like he had expected you to, you just stood there for a few seconds, blinking down at him, before slowly peeling yourself from your fathers hold and approaching the other one in snake form.

Then, without any sign of fear or hesitation, you reached over and patted the top of his head, “Hi, daddy.” You giggled.

It might have been hard to see, but snake-Crowley grinned oh so very bright in that moment.

Ineffable Husbands 😇- @popfishjr @etanordoesbullsh1t

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willyoubethepookietomypookster · 9 months

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"Dad!!!"

Aizraphale x Crowley x teen reader (platonic obvi)

This is part one of idk how many, but another sequel-ish part is in the works. Nobody did these fics the way i wanted so i did it myself. Sorry if its completely terrible, im not a strong writer.

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It was a cool crisp autumn day in Soho, London. Aizraphale was loitering outside of his bookshop, planning to head over to Maggie's record store to see the new shipments. You, the teenager that stuck yourself to the angel and his demonic "companion", was trotting along beside him. You just kinda appeared out of nowhere one day, and after awhile of you following Aizraphale and Crowley, they learned to not question it any longer. As they were walking down the street, a man had stopped in front of Aizraphale, and struck up a conversation.

"Hello mister! I noticed you walking by and I couldn't help but stop you and strike a conversation. You seem very nice and I was wondering-"

The man stopped short when he felt a dark wave of paranoia wash over him. He peaked behind Aizraphale and noticed a teenager who was blazing with the rage of a thousand suns. He gave out an awkward chuckle and greeted them.

"Hey...you..? Is this man your father?" He spoke out. You gave a curt nod, not bothering to reply. Aizraphale on the other hand, shook his head.

"Oh! No, they're just-"

"Dad! We gotta go see Maggie, remember?"

Aizraphale swiftly turns around and stares at you in confusion, but quickly recovers and snaps his fingers as if remembering something and smiles at the stranger.

"Ah, yes. Sorry sir, but we're currently a bit busy.."

Aizraphale goes to walk away, but the man grabs his sleeve.

"Ah, could I at least get your name or number or something? I'm Brian, by the way." He chirps.

"You can just call me Aizra Fell, and a number? Wha-" Aizraphale can't fully reply before you cast another sharp glare at Brian and interrupt him.

"Dad!!!" You whine.

"Y/n why are you calling me-" Aizraphale is stopped short again, this time by a much taller figure.

"Whats going on here?" Crowley says.

You grab Brian's sleeve and pull him to the side. You cup your hands around his ear and start whispering to him. Brian turns pale before swiftly saying sorry to Aizraphale and running off.

"What'd you do?" Aizraphale asks.

"Told em' you were in a happy relationship already." You reply nonchalantly. The glint of mischief in your eyes goes unnoticed by Aizraphale, but not by Crowley.

"Y/n! It's rude to blatantly lie like that." Aizraphale scolds.

"Was I really lying though?" You smile and look directly at Crowley, who frowns in return.

"Whatever do you mean-"

"Come on Angel." Crowley states, and starts walking towards the record store, leaving you and Aizraphale to catch up.

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Crowley and Y/n were waiting outside the store when Y/n catches Crowley staring.

"What?"

"You threatened him, didn't you?" Crowley says, eyeing you.

"Oh, obviously." You said, holding back a smile.

"Why?" Crowley's question comes out quizzical, but he has a shadow of a smile on his face as well.

"Can't tell you. Well- I can, but I won't." You reply. This does, in fact, confuse Crowley, but he doesn't question it. He's learned in the year you've been around to just go with the flow when it comes to you.

"Well alright then." He says taking a sip of his drink, and you chuckle.

After a few minutes, Aizraphale comes out and holds the newest record up by his face.

"Look what I got!!" He sings out. His smile is big and brilliant, you and Crowley can't help but smile back, despite Crowley desperately trying to hide it.

"You big ol' softy." You whisper and elbow his side playfully.

"Be quiet y/n." Crowley warns. You laugh.

"Geez, sorry old man." You say, before turning towards Aizraphale. "Let's celebrate!!" You say while stretching.

"Breakfast at the Ritz?" Crowley suggests.

"Breakfast at the Ritz." Aizraphale confirms.

#good omens #good omens x reader #crowley #crowley x reader #crowley x daughter reader #aziraphale x reader #x reader #ineffable husbands

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mybookstorecarlovinghusbands · 9 months

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Crowley: It's pretty cold outside.. wanna hold hands? We should stay close.

Aziraphale, blushing: Okay.

Y/n: It's fucking summer.

Them:

Y/n:

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itsmepage · 4 months

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Robin hood

Ineffable husbands & Ineffable daughter (cannon & oc) || The ending of season 2 didn’t happen, guys, Crowley and Aziraphale are happily married and have a daughter together named Nebula :) Also yes this another Robin Hood reference, (it’s the best disney movie idc)

Summary: Aziraphale reads his daughter a book before bed to help her sleep her mother comes in by surprise

Domesticated Found Family Fluff

Warnings: nicknames, mention of religion & hints of violence from Robin Hood(following the disney ver not original book.)

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Nebula’s little feet danced around happily in the bookshop, jamming to her father’s classical music: daydreaming she was Snow White dancing with the Dwarfs or that she was Anastasia dancing with her ghost father in the ballroom. Aziraphale himself helped fill in that little gap of a dance partner; he kept Nebula on her feet, spinning and twirling around when the music called for it. Although angels were not one for dancing; it’s “inappropriate” for them, to say the least. However, Aziraphale couldn’t help himself when his daughter's eyes brightened and shined whenever they danced together, making it all so worth it. Besides Aziraphale never really found the harm in such an act. Soon enough the music came to an end and it was already late so Aziraphale turned off the record player with just a tip of his fingers, letting go of his daughter's hands

“All right my dear that’s quite enough for now,” the angel said firmly. “time for bed.” - “Aww.. do I have to?” Nebula complained back, “It’s just the weekend Father.” she slouched “I am aware, however, we are going to the museum tomorrow.” Aziraphale said, leaning down to face her properly. “Besides, you need your beauty sleep young lady.” Aziraphale continued. She turned her head away from him as her response, pouting. “I’ll give a bedtime story.” He suggested, not hiding his smile when Nebula turned back to face him. “Any book you want, I’ll read it to you. Just like when you were 5.”

Nebula was 8 now: It had been a good 2 years until any of Nebula’s parents gave her a bedtime story. It was mostly her father: Aziraphale, who took the reading since he loved books and reading. It was rare to have her mother: Crowley, take the part. They didn't like books as much as Aziraphale did; besides she was out at night mostly. They have both been so busy doing their “jobs” as been told to Nebula: their daughter. She has always taken their word for it but didn't make her any less sad/disappointed. Only a little disappointed, and only a little sad. So when she heard “bedtime story” her eyes lit up like the stars in the night sky. “Really!?” she asks excitedly. “Yes! Really!” Aziraphale couldn't hide his small laugh at her response. “Robin Hood!” she Immediately suggests one of her personal favorites. “Robin Hood it is then!”Aziraphale said happily to her, taking his daughter upstairs to her bedroom that was quite specially made for her: a comfortable bed in the center of the room, which was rather large compared to her size but not to her parent’s size. Next was the lamb which was perfect to use when reading in the dark; it was standing on a bedside shelf: the top shelf empty, and the bottom full of her sketchbooks over the years.

Both Crowley and Aziraphale have kept over the past few years she was drawing.

Crowley has pictures from her that were taped on the boxes of the plants he takes care of. Aziraphale has pictures in his diary: making paragraphs about the drawings. One was like a family portrait; Aziraphale in his regular outfit with a halo over his head and wings signifying his “angelic” appearance, held a book in his left hand and the right, his daughter's hand. Crowley was on the right side of Nebula holding her hand; she was also in their go-to, with demon horns and a tail of their own, and held his plants in her right hand, “shaking in fear” as Nebula described to him. In the back was Crowley’s car, which was playing music of course. In the middle was Nebula herself wearing the star T-shirt Crowley had got for her. Having a halo, wings, demon horns, and a tail of her own. It was such a sweet drawing, that almost brought both Crowley and Aziraphale to tears. Color pencils, markers, crayons, and paper were all at her small table in the upper middle of the room, with toys pushed to the side. The room wasn't truly messy, Nebula was taught to be neat or at least decent: it just looked like she got distracted when Aziraphale started playing his music. To the corner was a small tent her size, with a blanket, some stuffed animals, and one or two books she “borrowed” from the shop downstairs. Nebula ran to her bed as he went to find Robin Hood on her dresser. There was clothing on there, folded and neatly stacked as well as: left-behind drawings, toys, porcelain dolls for displaying, and, usually, a small stack of books he allowed her to keep since she loved them so much. Sleeping beauty.. Princess and the Pea... Robin Hood..“Ah-ha! Here it is.” Aziraphale said, picking up the book from the small sack and turning back over to his daughter who was already tucked in her tattered pattern blanket and pillow, ready for her father to read the first sentence of the book. Aziraphale smiled at her, sitting down next to her and the lamp while getting his glasses out to start reading. The lights were turned already off: leaving nothing but a lamp and glow-in-the-dark sticker stars on the ceiling of her room to use as a source of light. “Now where were we?” He asked her “The beginning, obviously” she answered giving a hint of sass. “Very well then.” He sassed back, jokingly.

As Aziraphale began to read, Nebula cobbled deeper into her bed, smiling while listening to her to him, imagining all the descriptions he spoke of from the book. Nebula loved to hear her father read, his voice was very calming and calming. Plus he added such emotion when needed. Eventually, Aziraphale got closer to the end of the book, the most intense part. Nebula leaned in closer as he spoke, completely oblivious to the creaking sound of the door and footsteps behind her. Aziraphale sure noticed, moving closer to his daughter: reading so intently and clearly. “As Robin Hood swims through the lake, trying to miss the arrows his way, but there are too many coming! Eventually one of them struck him!”Aziraphale said, making dramatic hand movements to his daughter. “There was sad silence from Robin’s friends in contrast to the evil king who cheered happily at his death. But did death meet at his door?” Aziraphale continued. “In the river, there was the stick that moved perfectly in the water, “what’s that?” the boy said, as it came closer to them. Little John leans down to look, and then..” Aziraphale paused. then what!?” Nebula asked, leaning in closer waiting for him to continue before she was attacked.

“Ppfffttttt!!!-“ Nebula suddenly felt a pair of arms swing around her small body, well also feeling the gross slobber on her shoulder. “AHH-!! Mum!!” Nebula didn’t even have to turn: it was a habit of Crowley to sneak up behind her daughter to “scare” her. “Mhahahaha!! I’ve Got you!” He said, tickling her as her laughs and cries for help echoed in the room. Eventually, Crowley stopped and Nebula was finally able to catch her breath glaring at her father for not doing his job as a “guardian angel” he just whistled, turning away from the child like he didn't see anything. “So..” Crowley asked, breaking the small silence. “What are you guys doing?” “-Mum!” Nebula laughed again “What!?” Crowley shrugged jokely laughing as the three laughed along together.

“…The end,” Aziraphale said, once he got the ending; closing the book and placing it in his lap. He smiled lovingly when Nebula stretched and yawned sleepily. “Somebody sleepy,” Crowley said teasingly as her daughter just simply nodded her head accepting the truth as she sank her face in her pillow and pulled the covers over her shoulder. “I would be too with your father reading.” he sassed making her giggle. “Hey!” Aziraphale said back, offendly. “I’m not a boring reader.” he defended. “Look at her Angel, she’s exhausted.” they exaggerated. Aziraphale just shook his head as Nebula couldn't help but laugh. Crowley loved hearing her and seeing her smile so brightly, which is another reason why they poked fun at Aziraphale all the time. The other? He loved him a lot. Nebula settled her eyes, letting her parents know she was more than ready for sleep. “night’ Star.” Nebula heard her mother say, feeling a kiss on her cheek before Crowley sat up from his daughter's bed to the door. Nebula then felt another kiss on her forehead. “Sweet dreams, my child.” Her father said, turning off the lamp and leaving the room with his husband: closing the door Nebula smiled brightly at the gestures and nicknames, happily going off dreamland, dreaming she was Robin Hood: shooting off bad guys and giving money to aid poor. something she knew both of her parents would do.

#fluff #found family #crowley x arizaphale #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #crowley x daughter reader #insufferable husbands #ineffable husbands #ineffable husbands x reader #Ineffable husbands x child reader

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hretoprvdthepltnx · 9 months

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would you please write an ineffable husbands fic where they cook together (at Azeriphale's request of course)? It can regard or disregard season 2. Just please make it fluffy and cute

3 O'clock Breakfast

Ineffable Husbands x daughter-son!reader

Summary: Y/n stayed up late to finish the novel they were reading, and it ended sadder than they expected. Seeking out comfort in their Mother-Father, Aziraphale - a fellow book enthusiast, they didn't except him to insist upon a family Smile, Love breakfast at 3am. Their other parent isn't entirely pleased.

Content: hurt/comfort, reader is written as a teenager (can be older or younger but a teen nonetheless), tears over fiction are valid tears, Aziraphale is a sweetheart, Crowley is sour about having to get out of bed, the reader is Crowley and Aziraphale's biological child - don't ask me how that works, just sweet things with an ethereal family,

Rating: 14+ || 1.5k+ words

Their eyes burned with exhaustion and the salt of tears. Five minutes ago, they could barely stay awake - but it was only a couple more pages and they couldn't stop there, not with what was happening in the story. Now the book sat, upside down and offending, on the nightstand by their bed. The tears wouldn't stop, it was a numb sort of cry. They should have seen this coming. Everything was leading up to it they had just hoped...but no. They wanted their parents - someone they could rant to who would share in their grieving. They wanted Aziraphale. He was the one who recommended the stupid book to begin with. But they weren't mad, not really, just grieving and tired.

Sliding out of bed, they made the trek from their room to their parents' down the hall. They paused at the door to wipe their eyes and clear their airway with a sniffle, then gently pushed it open. "Are you guys awake?" They asked, feeling fresh tears block up in their throat at being so close to their parents. Why did it have to work that way? One second you think you've got yourself under control and then your parent speaks or shows up and suddenly you're crying again. The bedside lamp switched on and Aziraphale sat up, Crowley grumbling unintelligibly and rubbing at his slitted yellow eyes. "Darling? Is everything alright?"

They made their way to his side of the bed and Aziraphale opened his arms to welcome them into his freely offered comfort. Their tears were now back in full, and they wrapped themself around the softness of their Mother-Father with the need to be held. Crowley sat up and exchanged a look with his husband. "Love, are you alright?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep. "I-I fin-finished it." They sobbed into the collar of Aziraphale's shirt, and he made a sound of understanding, nodding. "The novel I lent you? Did you enjoy it? I do believe the ending was quite sad, I was rather dewy eyed over it as well."

"Wait, all this is about a book?" Aziraphale shot Crowley a look of warning. "I do believe it is. A rather emotional story, wasn't it love?" Their child mumbled something in to Aziraphale's shirt that might have been 'yes' or perhaps 'fuck you'. Crowley couldn't believe he'd been pulled out of what might have been a dream, or perhaps a memory, either way it involved Freddie Mercury, just for this. Why would anyone ever want to read if this was the result? "Do you want to sleep with us tonight, darling?" Crowley asked, flopping back down with his head on his pillow. He looked at the clock, the red lettering projected an offensive 3:07AM.

Y/n sat up and wiped their eyes, then laid their head back down on Aziraphale's shoulder, looking out. He rubbed their back soothingly, always so empathetic. "I don't think I can sleep right now." Aziraphale hummed, an upturned chipper to roll the sound from his throat. "Well," he said, a breathless excitement and loving smile that cast one identically on to the tear puffed face of his child. His little world right there, teary eyed and oh-so lovable, in his warm and inviting lap. "Why don't we go downstairs, and I make us a pot of tea? Perhaps some breakfast?" Crowley groaned and threw his arms up over his face in exhausted exasperation - both husband and his child ignored him. "Can we make pancakes? With toppings?"

Aziraphale smiled. "Why, of course! Anything you'd like! And we can all make it together!" Crowley sat up, glaring. "Woah, hold on. All of us? I never said anything about breakfast, I don't even like breakfast." Aziraphale guided y/n to stand up and then he followed suit, standing at the base of his side of the bed and glaring back at his husband while their child waited in the doorway, amused. "Well, Crowley, not everything is about you. Our child wants pancakes, now get up and come help us make them." Crowley and Aziraphale exchanged a long look, each silently daring the other to act against them. Finally, Aziraphale grabbed the bottom of the duvet and yanked it off the bed, sending pillows and sheets flying to the floor. Crowley yelled out in protest; y/n stood laughing in the doorway. He glared at them; they glared back playfully.

Aziraphale wacked Crowley gently on the foot. "Up." He demanded with an accusatory pointing of fingers. Crowley groaned in the most dramatic fashion and threw his legs over the side of the bed to stand up, cursing Aziraphale under his breath all the while. His husband and child didn't wait for him as they headed down the stairs to the kitchen. "So, what will it be? Chai? Chamomile? Earl Grey?" Y/n took a seat at the bar while Aziraphale hunted for the kettle. "Which ones do we still have?"

"Umm, let's see," Aziraphale set the kettle down on stove and searched the pantry for tea bags. "I can only find Chamomile. Will that be alright, my love? Would you prefer I made us some hot cocoa?" He waved the box of chocolate powder in the air, and y/n found themself fantasizing about tiny marshmallows. "Let's do hot cocoa." Aziraphale beamed and practically skipped his way back to the kettle. "I was hoping you'd pick that one." It was then that Crowley decided to make an appearance, now fully dressed. "Dad," they said, and he stopped in the middle of the walkway, looking at them with a raised brow. "We are planning to go to bed after this, you do know that, right?"

Crowley walked over to his kid, swaying in the way that Aziraphale and y/n often teased him for, and placed a kiss to the top of their head. "You might be, but I'm not." They looked at him with furrowed brows and confusion so obvious he could practically hear their question in his head. It was like looking into a mirror sometimes, looking at his kid - only they were every bit the angel their Mother-Father was. It was a shame, a damn shame. "Awe, it's too late for that now, sugar. I'm already awake." The clinking of mugs brought their attention back to Aziraphale, and Crowley took the seat next to y/n. "Ah, here we are!" the angel announced, setting two steaming mugs down in front of his little family. Y/n beamed at the little marshmallows sloshing against the walls of the cup, yellow eyes gleaming with delight.

Aziraphale retrieved his mug and lifted it for a toast, Crowley and y/n followed suit. "To the fascination that is human literature." Y/n echoed his toast and Crowley mumbled something about ridiculousness, they all took a sip of their cocoa, hissing as it burnt each of their tongues. "Perhaps we should have waited." Aziraphale commented, making a face at y/n who laughed and agreed. "Perhaps we should have all stayed in bed while we still had the chance."

"Yes, maybe we should have left you there," y/n teased, exchanging slitted glares with their parent. "But then you would have missed the pancakes." Crowley leaned back in his seat and rolled his eyes. "I don't even like pancakes." Aziraphale had started grabbing ingredients out of the pantry, y/n and Crowley got up to help. "How could you possibly know that? You've never even tried them." While Crowley grumbled pointless excuses, Aziraphale handed him the flour and the salt. Y/n grabbed the wet ingredients from the fridge. "Yes, yes, you don't care for human food," Aziraphale waved him off, setting an armful of ingredients on to the cabinet and nearly knocking over his hot cocoa. As soon as his arms were free, he picked up the mug and took a sip, y/n following suit. "However, these pancakes are special pancakes."

"Oh, really?" Aziraphale hummed, exchanging glances with his kid. He sent them a playful wink. "Yes, very special. Because we'll be making them as a family, Crowley. Isn't that nice?" The expectant look on his child's and husband's faces were one in the same. Crowley hated the way he never stood a chance against them. "Ugh, fine," He fought back a smile at the hugs that engulfed him immediately after he caved. "But only if the two of you will stop pestering me." Y/n and Aziraphale exchanged a grin and a nod, "Deal." they said in unison. Crowley leaned against the counter as y/n got out mixing bowls and Aziraphale began measuring ingredients, and he sipped his cocoa. It's going to be a long night, he thought and then, despite himself, he smiled. If this is what love does to a demon, it was pathetic. Yet he couldn't help but to allow it to warm him from the inside out. He was going soft.

"Hey, dad?" y/n asked, looking up at him bashfully. "I can't reach the mixer." Crowley sighed, putting emphasis in to an exasperation he didn't feel, and set down his mug. "I got it." Aziraphale looked up from his carton of eggs and smiled at the pair, his little family. Crowley pretended not to notice, and he purposefully ignored the smiles his loved ones sent each other - not so sneakily - behind his back. It would be a long night, indeed, having to keep up pretending he wasn't enjoying it. He wasn't, not really. Well...perhaps just a little.

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story by hretoprvdthepltnx©

Ineffable Husbands/Good Omens copyrighted by Neil Gaiman©

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avocado-writing · 9 months

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Can you do a scenario where the reader (human) is in love with Crowley, but he only sees her as a daughter, and Aziraphale is aware of the whole situation

notes: angst angst angst! reader isn't defined as being a gender, neither is their age explicitly addressed - just that they were, at one point, attending uni.

relationship: crowley x reader (onesided)

rated: G

Every day.

He walks in through the door and breaks your heart every day.

You’ve loved him for what must be years now. You met him when you were still in uni and you were at Aziraphale’s shop searching for a book for your course. You never found it but you did find a new friend in the snarky demon who hung around and made comments about the passers-by. From that moment you were inseparable. He was effortlessly charming and funny, and he saw you as a sort of protégée. Enjoyed messing people around with you - being a menace to the general public with you by his side and all that. A gruesome twosome.

But after a few years, when you had your degree and moved on to bigger things, you realised you felt more. He wasn’t just charming, he was easy to be around. He wasn’t just funny, he was quick and smart, a rapier wit that kept you on your toes.

He wasn’t just some demon. He was Crowley, and he was wonderful.

He’ll never feel the same. You know it. To him you’re just a child, someone he feels protective over, firmly in the familial. And every time he spots you having a cup of tea in the shop and walks over you wonder if today will be the day he realises how hopelessly in love with him you are.

No. Instead, without missing a beat, he ruffles your hair and says, “alright, kiddo?” That easy smile on his face that shatters you over and over. Aziraphale notices. Crowley doesn’t.

One day, when he’s gone, you find yourself sobbing. Aziraphale puts his hand on your shoulder and rubs it comfortingly. It does help, because he’s an angel; but why do you still feel so raw?

“Oh my dear. There, there,” he says quietly. He lets you bury your face in his jacket and cry.

You’re just a blip in his existence. A tiny handful of years he’ll hopefully look back on fondly when you’re gone. And yet it feels like he’s your whole world.

So you’ll keep letting him break your heart for as long as he holds it.

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#crowley x reader #david tennant x reader #request

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glamoureddreamer · 2 years

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My master list

(updated!!)

Orange- Smut, porn, lemon, and any other type of consensual smut

Purple- Triggers, this will be all of the dark content (besides smut) that requires a warning. Such as Abuse, Cannibalism, Death on page, Dysphoria, Eating disorders, Graphic medical descriptions(Abortion/Birth/Miscarriage), Graphic violence, Incest, Rape/non-con, Self-harm, Suicide/suicidal thoughts, Yandere themes, and more

Blue- Content that’s not for everyone, stuff like angst, alcohol/drugs(minor drugs such as medication or weed), depression, swearing, violence, weapons

Green- No warnings, this will be everything that has little to no warnings

Ideas

Idea 1- Cross and Nightmare

Idea 2- Killer x Dream

Idea 3- Cross, Dream and Nightmare

Idea 4- Cross and SwapDream

Idea 5- SwapDream x Nightmare

Idea 6- DS! Dream and DS! Nightmare

Idea 7- Ccino x Nightmare

Idea 8- Cross x Dream

Oneshots

Eddsworld, Tom x Tord Mine

Eddsworld, Eduardo x Reader, Help

Eddsworld, Tom x Tord, Losing you

Eddsworld, Future Tord x Reader, I’m sorry

Metal family, Glam x M!Reader, Lust

Metal family, Mary, Drinking

Good omens, Aziraphale and Crowley, Can’t be replaced

Resident evil 8, Mia and Dimitrescu’s daughters, Tasty Toy

Bendy and the Ink Machine, Sammy Lawrence x Reader, Memories

Camp camp, David and Max, Not okay

Hazbin Hotel, Alastor and Vox, The wonders of hell

Undertale

Undertale, (Nightmare Gang and the Dream team), Stop

Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), A sick Cross

Undertale, (Lust and Bad sans), Lust joins the gang

Undertale, (Cross x Dream), Soulmates

Undertale, (Nightmare x Killer), Lazy day

Undertale, (Blue x Dream), Desperate

Undertale, (Cross x Nightmare), Sorry Mommy

Undertale, (Error x Nightmare), Bad Day

Undertale, (Cross x Dream), Soulmates 2

Undertale, (Geno x Reaper), Burning desire

Undertale, (Bad sans poly), I don’t deserve it

Undertale, (Bad sans poly), Pups

Undertale, (Dream and Nightmare), I deserve this

Undertale, (None), Toxic happiness

Undertale, (Cross x Dream), Comfortable

Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), Not done yet

Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), Phobia

Undertale, (Killer x Cross, BSP), Dusting

Undertale, (Killer x Cross), Husbands in crime

Undertale, (Bad Sans poly), Phobia 2

Undertale, (Blue x Dream), The past

Undertale, (Cross), This too shall pass

Undertale, (Nightmare x SD! Dream), Overworking

Undertale, (Killer x Cross), Stay

Undertale, (Fatal Error x Reaper), Don’t go

Spooky Month Oneshots

Under Editing!

Spooky month, (Streber x Kevin), Aftercare

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Risky

Spooky month, (Streber x Reader), Cute

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Relaxing

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Tired

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Lucky

Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber), Halloween Nightmares

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Feeling good

Spooky month, (Kevin), Passing the time

Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber), Nervous

Spooky month, (Kevin x Reader), Rules

Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber x Radford), The video

Spooky month, (Kevin x Streber x Radford), Long day

Spooky month, (Bob x Reader), Did you know

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Meltdown

Spooky month, (Jack x Reader) Join me

Spooky month, (Skid and teen sibling Reader), Protector

Spooky month, (Hatzgang x Reader), Here for you

Spooky month, (Bob), Release

Spooky month, (Radford x Reader), Lunch

Spooky month, (Vampire Streber x Reader), Hungry

Spooky month, (Yandere Bob x Reader), Creepy cannibal

Spooky month, (Radford x Kevin), Taking control

Spooky month, (Jack x Prisoner Reader), Flirting

Spooky month, (Bob x Reader), Owner

Spooky month, (Streber x M!Reader), No matter what

Spooky month, (Streber x Vampire Kevin), Inaccurate

Spooky month, (Radford x Vampire Kevin), Drunk

Spooky month, (John x Reader), Semi-Public

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Safeword

Spooky month, (Bob x Reader), Worried

Spooky month, (Genderbend Lila x Reader), Grown up things

Spooky month, (Streber), Thinking of you

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Happy anniversary

Spooky month, (Rick x Radford), Bundle of blankets

Spooky month, (Hatzgang x Reader), First date

Spooky month, (John x Jack), Easing stress

Spooky month, (John x Jack x Reader), Three is a party

Spooky month, (Kevin), Killer Kevin

Spooky month, (John x Prisoner Reader), See you around

Spooky month, (Jack x Reader), Waiting for you

Spooky month, (Genderbend Jaune x Reader), Multiple rounds

Spooky month, (Kevin x Trans! Reader), Great night

Spooky month, (Trans! Streber x Reader), No matter what

Spooky month, (Jack x Suicidal Reader), Helping you through it

Spooky month, (Radford x Kevin), Rest day

Spooky month, (Radford x M!Reader), Holding you

Preferences

Spooky month their nicknames for you

Headcanons

Spooky month Kevin HC with s/o who teases him

Match ups

Eddsworld Match up part one

Spooky month Match up part two

Undertale match up

Stories (Anything more than one chapter)

Abandoned! Don’t Starve Wilson X Reader Prologue

last updated 4/4/2024

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davidtennantxmichaelsheen · 4 years

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Aziraphale and Crowley’s child

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

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

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

Crowley: how was giving birth aziraphale?

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

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

Aziraphale rolled his eyes at Crowley

Crowley kissed Aziraphale’s forehead and held your little hand

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

Aziraphale: we shall call it y/n

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Crowley: Your worth it my little angel demon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

customer: i’ll meet you at the bandstand

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aziraphale Your only getting me

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

Aziraphale fine i’ll call Crowley on his mobile.

Crowley looked at his phone and joined Aziraphale in heaven

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

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

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

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

you grabbed Gabriel by the neck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

y/n:my watch it’s broken

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

Crowley: here take mine,whats mine is yours

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

Crowley: hey don’t push your luck kid

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

The End

#good omens #fanfic #crowley #aziraphale #crowley x reader #aziraphale x reader #son/daughter of azirphale and crowley #fluff #a z fell #gabriel

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zodiyack · 4 years

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I just thought of Aziraphale and Crowley as well as Michael Langdon-

I may have accidentally come up with a fic idea and I don’t think I regret it lol

#Aziraphale x crowley with a daughter who's dating Michael??#crowley: wait this is the anti-christ?#reader: yes.#crowley: and you're...dating him?#Michael: *awkward silence*#Aziraphale: *awkward silence until he can't stand it* he seems ....nice...

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book-place-incorrect-quotes · 10 months

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Some random guy: I’m asking for permission to take out your daughter

Crowley: What is this, the dark ages?

Crowley: You know what, since you asked, no, you may not. Beat me in a duel first

Y/N: *facepalms*

#ineffable family series #good omens incorrect quotes #good omens x reader #crowley x reader platonic #crowley x daughter reader #crowley x reader #crowley #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x reader #aziraphale x reader platonic #aziraphale x daughter reader #ineffable husbands

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strangesthirdeye · 10 months

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Crowley: Who the fuck taught you swearing

toddler Y/n: ....

Crowley: is it fucking Jim?

Toddler Y/n:...

Crowley: then who the fuck taught you?!

toddler Y/n: ..

Crowley: *realizes he's the one who taught Y/n swearing* oh shit.

#incorrect good omens quotes #good omens 2 #good omens x reader #good omens #neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen #ineffable husbands x daughter reader #ineffable husbands #crowley x aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale #gabriel

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book-place · 1 year

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Toddlers and Toys

Warnings: mentions of child abandonment, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Crowley x daughter reader, Aziraphale x daughter reader

*not my gif*

Summary: It’s Christmas day, but you appear to be the only one in your household to care

A/N: Welcome to the bonus day of Book Places 12 Days of Christmas Celebration

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Daddy! Papa!” You cheered, little feet pattering loudly against the carpeted floor, “Wake up! Wake up! It’s Christmas!”

Crowley groaned, turning his face to bury it further in his pillow, “Shut her up, Angel.”

“You’re the one who wanted her,” His husband mumbled back, eyes not even opening as he responded, already drifting back off into a slumber.

“Well, I didn’t know that she planned on getting up at the crackass of dawn everyday.” He grumbled back.

You giggled at your fathers antics, hopping up onto their bed and jumping in between them, eyes dazzling with excitement as you shook the bed to try and stir them from their sleepy states.

“It’s Christmas!” You repeated.

“I heard you the first time.” Crowley grumbled, “Now go back to bed.”

“I don’t wanna-“ You were cut off by Aziraphale pulling you down gently and wrapping his arms around you, snuggling you to his chest in hopes of all three of you being able to go back to sleep.

Crowley and Aziraphale had found you, abandoned by the side of the road, about two years ago, when you were merely three years old.

Shockingly, Crowley had somehow been the one to find it in his heart to want to take you in right away, though it wasn’t as if it took much to convince his husband to feel the same.

“Papa!” You complained, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, “Help me, daddy!” You cried desperately, flailing your arms around to try and grab ahold of your other father.

After a couple of unsuccessful attempts to raise your parents from bed, you fell backwards with a huff, ignoring your papas content hum when you did so.

Finally, when their breathing had once again evened out, you were able to slide out of Aziraphales grasp and softly move off the bed before smirking in a way that was all too much like Crowley’s, and flipping on the bright lights.

Crowley automatically hissed dramatically as if the artificial light was blinding him as he brought the covers over his face. Aziraphale, on the other hand, slowly sat up and looked around in confusion.

You giggled at the two of them before spreading your arms and jumping up and down, “Come on, daddy! Come on, papa! It’s Christmas!”

Your light haired father released a sigh through his nose before throwing back the covers and getting out of bed when he realized that there was no arguing with you today.

“You too, daddy!” You called, walking over and taking his arm while trying to drag him out of the sheets.

“No,” He complained as he fell limply to the floor, “It’s too early, child.”

Aziraphale smiled softly at the two of you, walking over and scooping you up into his arms, “Come now, Crowley, it is Christmas after all.”

“Yes, yes,” He grumbled, slowly dragging himself off the rug, “I heard her the last fifty times.”

You giggled again, leaning over and planting a sloppy kiss on your fathers cheek.

He sighed, reaching out and ruffling your hair. He never could stay mad at you.

You tugged at Aziraphale’s shirt and whined a little, “Come on, papa, I wanna go downstairs.”

“Alright, alright, calm down, young one.” He chuckled slightly to himself and sent an amused glance towards Crowley, who just crossed his arms and grumbled under his breath a little.

Aziraphale used his free hand to grasp onto Crowley’s, and the three of you made your way downstairs.

As soon as you reached the foot of the steps, you audibly gasped as your eyes widened and little and your head snapped back and forth in wonder.

The entire first floor had been decorated to absolute perfection thanks your dads- and a little bit of miracles- the night before so that it would be ready by the time you woke up.

Christmas lights hung from the ceiling, trees were in every corner with ornaments and shining, bright stars proudly displayed on the top.

An excited squeal escaped your lips as you arrived in the living room, where the biggest tree in the house stood, a bit poorer decorated than the others because the husbands had let you do it a couple days prior.

And underneath, were mounds upon mounds of presents.

You bit your lip- though it did nothing to stop your ever growing smile- and bounced up and down slightly in anticipation.

“Well, Crowley,” Aziraphale said in mock wonderment, “Whatever shall we do with all these presents?”

Said man smirked a little as they both looked down at you, “Why, I don’t know, Aziraphale.” He teased, “If only we had someone to open all of them for us.”

You looked just about ready to burst by then.

“Oh my.” Aziraphel fake gasped as he looked down at you, “Do you think our daughter would possibly be interested in opening all of these gifts?”

You nodded your head vigorously in return.

“Hmm,” Your other father put a hand on his chin as if he were contemplating, “You know what, all right, you can open them, little one.”

You squealed again and pumped a fist in the air, hugging their legs tightly before diving into the wrapping paper and boxes.

On it went, with Crowley and Aziraphel lounged comfortably against a couch, and you ripping open the boxes full of toys, candies, and more that they had both gotten for you.

By the time you had finished, wrapping lay every which way, and you were curled up under the tree, surrounded by all your new things, sleeping steadily.

Crowley scoffed lightly at the sight of you, “And she thought she wasn’t tired.”

Aziraphel chuckled as he looked at you with fondness, “I think she rather enjoyed herself.”

“Indeed,” He lolled his head to face his husband against the back of the couch, “Merry Christmas, Angel.”

“Merry Christmas, Crowley.” He said back, taking his husbands hand with a smile.

Ineffable Husbands 😇- none yet

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willyoubethepookietomypookster · 9 months

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"Last Christmas"

ITS OUTTTTT!!!!! FINALLY. Enjoy this piece, cuz this is probably the second to last piece I'll make regarding good omens unfortunately. I can only stay in a fandom for a few weeks before i lose interest, but i got a request and im determined to finish that. Also i added my own oc in here cuz i didn't wanna write (your best friend) the entire time 😭😭 Enjoy!!

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It had been a few months since Aziraphale left to become the Archangel of heaven, and Crowley was hit hard. You don't know exactly what happened, but you know it was bad. Crowley wanted to up and abandon the bookshop all together, but you couldn't exactly be left alone with Muriel. You love her, but she cannot take care of a human, let alone a teenager. As much as it pained Crowley, he stayed in the shop with you, because he was living in his car and he didn't wanna have you do that too. You've tried to contact Aziraphale a handful of times, but it only worked once. He was on call for 30 seconds and you made him promise to come home for Christmas before the line cut out and you had to give up. Its now December 22, and you're awaiting Aziraphales arrival any minute. You mailed him a phone for Christmas, with your number attached to a note, but he isn't allowed to have contact with earth, so he's been discreetly texting you. Since he's Archangel, he can technically do what he wants, but the higher ups dislike when he tries to check in on earth. The only reason he was even allowed to be here in the first place was because he lied about wanting to study human emotion during the holiday. Well, not exactly a lie, he has to study your emotion to be able to pass his trip off as work. You hadn't told Crowley yet, because you didn't know how he'd react, but you also couldn't let Aziraphale be a surprise because that felt wrong. You had finished sorting some books and decorating the house when you walked into the room to tell your father figure the news.

"Pa..??" You asked warily. He looks up at you and raises an eyebrow, signalling you to talk.

"Uhm....you know how its Christmas n all???" You say, and he looks confused.

"Yeah...?" He says.

"Uhhh...." You squeeze your eyes shut. "Can I invite my friend over??" You practically shout. Of course you chickened out, how could you tell him that the love of his life, who left him for a place he doesn't even like that much, was coming back within the hour? He nods slowly.

"Is that it? Of course you can." He takes a sip of the drink in his hand. You nod and excuse yourself, inviting your friend Ivory over like you said you would.

"Hey Ivy!" You said into the house phone.

"What do you need y/n?" She said.

"Wanna come over today? Its gonna be kinda a Christmas party, but not really."

"Oh sure, let me get ready and I'll be over."

"Kay!"

A little while later, you started pacing around the house, awaiting Aziraphales arrival. You had this feeling in your stomach that made you feel sick. Anxiety.

"What are you all uptight for?" Crowley asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Uhhhh..." You say, avoiding eye contact and wringing your hands together. You let out a deep breath. "Aziraphale is coming over.." You say, looking up for a quick second. Something flashes across Crowley's features, but he notices how scared you are and he just nods.

"Okay.." He replies, and goes back to downing his drink. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and nod. You have such relief that it takes everything in you not to cry.

"Thanks pa.." You say, your voice wavering. He waves you off and you leave.

You have finally finished setting up when your friend arrives. You run to open the door and see Ivory standing there with a plate of brownies and cookies in her hands.

"Aw Ivy, you didn't have to bring anything!" You say, carefully taking the plate from he hands and inviting her in.

"Its fine, I never come to a party empty handed." She replies. You give her a tour of the bookshop and then introduce her to Crowley.

"This is Cro-...Anthony.." You tell her. She walks up to shake his hand.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Ivory." She says. He nods in acknowledgement and starts walking around, inspecting the bookshop. You walk up to Aziraphales gramophone and put on a Christmas Classics record. The first song is Jingle Bell Rock, and you and Ivory start dancing to it. Crowley walks in on you guys vibing, and an odd expression crosses his face before he leaves you be.

After a few songs, there's a knock on the door. You and Crowley both look at each other for a fraction of a second before you're rushing towards the door. You rip it open and throw your arms around Aziraphale and buring your face in his neck. He starts laughing and pats your back.

"I missed you too, Y/n."

You pull back and really look at his face. He looks tired, and he's grown a beard since he's been gone. He steps inside and you introduce him to Ivory. You show him all the decorations you put up, and you then lead him to the living room to show him the Christmas tree. He enters the living room and glances at Crowley. They share a lingering gaze before he snaps out of it and turns his attention towards the tree.

"Its breathtaking, dear." He says while smiling down at you. You nod and smile.

"Thanks, dad." He hugs you again and looks around.

"Wheres Muriel?" He asks.

"She went back to heaven for the week." Crowley replies.

"Oh.." Aziraphale says. The tension between them is obvious, and you guys sit in silence for a little bit before Ivory comes in and starts pulling you up.

"COME ON. THEY'RE PLAYING THE SONG!!" She shouts. You stumble to your feet as she keeps tugging on your arm.

"WHAT SONG???" You yell, startled. Aziraphale chuckles at your antics and stands up.

"I can move the gramophone in here, if you'd like." He says.

"Yes please!!!" You and Ivory say in unison.

He snaps his fingers and suddenly the gramophone is on a table in the main room. Ivory's eyes grow wide and Aziraphale seems to notice what he's done, because he starts stammering and trying to make excuses. Crowley rolls his eyes, and Ivory chuckles.

"Its fine, Mr. Fell. Y/n told me all about how you did magician work in your spare time." Ivory states and winks at you. Crowley groans at the mention of magic and Aziraphale smiles brightly. Aziraphale looks at you.

"Why of course she did! My magic is stage worthy. I once performed at the West End!" He boasts. Ivory feigns a surprised gasp.

"Oh my!! Thats incredible! Did the crowd throw roses?" She says, smiling. Aziraphales face falters for a moment, recalling the blank stares and boos, but nods nonetheless.

"Of course!! I'm one of the greatest, after all." He's practically shining. The song has long been forgotten, you and Ivory chat with Aziraphale for a while. Crowley stares longingly, but pretends to drink anytime Aziraphale looks over.

Soon enough, you've all been chatting and eating for an hour or so. Crowley has been unusually quiet, and Aziraphale has not spoken a word about him or heaven since he arrived. You grab Aziraphales hand and place him right next to Crowley.

"Stay. Don't even think about moving, I'm gonna grab something really quick."

"Y/n-" He starts, but you've already grabbed Ivory and dragged her away. He and Crowley sit in silence for a moment, before Crowley speaks up.

"So hows the big fancy office job? Better than down here?" Crowley asks. Aziraphale immediately spins to face him, word vomiting his concerns.

"I hate it! Well, hate is a strong word, but I hate itt!! I miss you and Y/n. It's stressful and the angels are prideful pompous jerks. Metatron is always on my ass for something or another, Micheal never shuts up about 'restarting Armageddon' At this point I think I miss Gabriel too." He sputters out. Crowley looks at him starstruck.

"...You miss me..??" He asks. Aziraphale turns red and scratches his cheek.

"Well of course I do, you're my closest friend." Aziraphale replies, and Crowley can't help but chuckle.

"Yeah, friend." He mutters. He looks over to Aziraphale and gives him a hard stare. "You aren't forgiven." He says. Aziraphale looks confused for a moment before his eyes go wide with realization.

"O-oh! Of course not! I- I mean.. I haven't even apologized or anything." He turns away, takes one of Crowley's hands and starts tracing little star patterns on it. "But I am sorry. Really sorry. And I obviously miss you." He says. Crowley blushes, but pulls his hand away anyway.

"Its gonna take more than that you know." Crowley practically spits. Aziraphale flinches and looks like he's about to cry, but nods and smiles anyway.

"I know. I know." He whispers that last part, and almost stands up to leave before the girls come rushing back in. They're holding four hot chocolates, each one having marshmallows and candy canes in them.

"We have hot coco!!!!!!!" You yell. You quickly walk over to them and hand them each a drink. Crowley waves his hand.

"I don't want any, thanks." He says blandly.

"TAKE IT." You spat. Not in a mean way, but in a 'I'm going to kick you so hard if you don't' way. Crowley nods, holding back a smile, and takes it. Aziraphale chuckles at your antics and sips his coco.

You and Ivory drink and snack for a little while, when Last Christmas starts playing. Ivory quickly pulls you to your feet, and you guys start singing.

"LAST CHRISTMAS I GAVE YOU MY HEART!!" You sing

"BUT THE VERY NEXT DAY, YOU GAVE IT AWAY!!" She sings back.

"THIS YEAR, TO SAVE ME FROM TEARS, I'LL GIVE IT TO SOMEONE SPECIAL!!!" You guys sing together. Crowley and Aziraphale exchange a look, before going back to watching you two. You guys do this for a while, before the lyrics change to something that hits too close to home.

"Wrapped up a gift and sent it, with a note saying I love you, I MEANT IT!! Now I know what a fool I've been, but if you kiss me now I know you'll fool me again!!!" You guys sing together. Aziraphale looks directly at Crowley this time, and grabs his hand. Crowley looks at him and they both stare at each other's lips for a second, before Aziraphale cups his face with his hand, and pulls him in for a tender kiss. You and Ivory stand there start struck, before you guys turn up the music and pretend you didn't see anything. Crowley leans into the kiss and grabs Aziraphales face. They quickly pull away after about thirty seconds. Crowley glares at Aziraphale, but makes no move to get away or wipe the kiss off his face. Crowley tears up a little bit and kisses Aziraphale again, just a peck this time, and moves away.

"You still aren't completely forgiven yet." Crowley huffs, and Aziraphale just laughs.

"Well, I'll just have to spend all my waking hours making it up to you then. I'll tell Metatron I quit, and pray he doesn't kill me in return." He says. Crowley smiles and gives him another peck.

"Lets go to Alpha Centuri sometime, yeah?" He asks. Aziraphale smiles too.

"Yeah."

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