Okay so, I forced my boyfriend to watch good omens with me and he decided to write some small headcanons and he was okay with me sharing some soooo yea, I also put some of my own hcs warning season 2 spoilers
Crowley:
Genderfluid / Gay / Any pronouns
Used to smoke a lot to cope but Aziraphale helped him quit, though he started to smoke again after the kiss, he also drinks a lot more to try and cope
Normally doesn't cry but after the events with Aziraphale in season 2 he cries more often and easily
Doberman type of partner
Not a huge fan of Taylor Swift but really likes the reputation album + anti-hero
Wears cropped shirts sometimes
Has bad separation anxiety
Didn't talk about his emotions much until after he met Aziraphale + he mainly talks to Aziraphale about his emotions
Repeatedly listens to The World We Knew by Frank Sinatra and cries
Would often go to spots he and Aziraphale would hang around and just think
Had a slight punk phase in the 90s
Nail biter, especially when anxious
Rants to Nina often about what happened
Wears eyeliner ( my hc)
Hated himself for kissing Aziraphale like how he did since he always wanted their kiss to be perfect but now he ruined it ( my hc)
Secretly loved Aziraphales magician costume (my hc)
The Bentley sometimes gets small yellow bits and he just leaves it (my hc)
Is very jealous of Beelzebub and Gabriel but tries to hide it (my hc)
Sees Muriel as their own child and teaches them about earth (my hc)
Aziraphale:
Agender / Gay / He/They
Huge fan of Taylor Swift, Queen, and The Cardigans
Loves baked goods and is a huge fan of baking shows
Orange cat type of partner
Loves the nickname 'Angel'
He truly loved Crowley back but doesn't' want to admit it due to deep religious trauma
Is a huge people pleaser and was bullied often in heaven
Terrible at making decisions
Eats ice cream when sad
Really regrets leaving Crowley and wants to go back
Most of his decisions made are heavily based on what he thinks Crowley would have wanted hoping somehow Crowley would find out
Very oblivious
Whenever he'd go back to earth and saw black, grey, or red things he would immediately tear up and stare at said object
Hates working in heaven since its too empty ( my hc)
Sometimes gets angels to check in on Crowley (my hc)
His personality becomes much duller in heaven ( my hc)
Hates himself for the fact he didn't kiss Crowley back (my hc)
Beelzebub:
Nonbinary / Pansexual / They/Them, Zi/Zer
Black cat type of partner
Has body dysmorphia
Dresses gender neutral, masc, and fem
Fell for Gabriel almost immediately
Listens to Everyday by Buddy Holly all the time and never gets sick of it
Loves their flies like they were their children
Can't spell for shit
Loves causing drama
Still keeps in touch with Crowley who introduced them to Muriel who quickly grew on them ( Gabriel and Beelzebub become like uncle figures to Muriel since they Crowley is like a parent to them )
Hates hugs except from Gabriel and Muriel ( sometimes )
Eventually tried food and grew a liking towards it, very frequently watched cooking shows ( my hc )
Loves nicknames and comes up with new ones for Gabriel constantly; my sweet, dear, angel, etc (my hc)
Them and Gabriel have a garden together filled with plants that attract flies and just flowers Gabriel finds pretty ( my hc )
Has anger issues ( my hc)
Gabriel:
Trans (FTM) / Gay / He/Him
Loves plushies and owns tons
Also has anger issues but Beelzebub helps him with it
Loves hot coca
Can't be trusted in a kitchen whatsoever so Beelzebub does most of the cooking
Loves cuddling and often clings to Beelzebub
Loves knitted sweaters
He and Beelzebub moved into an apartment on earth
Loves Marvel
His memory is still sometimes slightly foggy and he has trouble remembering things (my hc)
He found out he loves sleeping and takes naps often ( my hc)
Takes Beelzebub on dates often to pubs and cafes ( my hc)
Huge fan of romantics ( my hc)
Goes hot coca tasting with Muriel and Beelzebub sometimes (my hc)
Muriel:
Non Binary / Bisexual / They/Them
Really enjoys Beebadoobee, Mac Demarco, and The Neighborhood
Knits and crochets
Has trauma and is also a people pleaser
Would be shocked if people found them cool
Certain things on earth interest them that most people don't care for
Loves sweet things such as chocolate chip cookies, hot coca, and tea with absurd amounts of honey and sugar
Loves hugs
Was glad to befriend Beelzebub and sees them and like an cool uncle type figure
Becomes close with Nina and Maggie over time and often visits the coffee shop to help out ( my hc )
Somehow meets Eric the disposable demon and forms a quick friendship over how they both feel out of place ( my hc )
Adores the rain ( my hc)
Stargazes with Crowley who tells them about the different constellations (my hc)
Loves ducks like Crowley and goes with him to the park to feed ducks (my hc)
Likes painting Crowley's nails, they painted them yellow one time and it made Crowley cry bc it reminded him of when Aziraphale turned the Bentley yellow (my hc )
Loves learning about different emotions and especially loves the concept of love (my hc)
Eric The Disposable Demon (mainly my headcanons):
Demi-Boy/ Bisexual / They/He
Loves avocado toast
Loves smokey eye makeup looks
Is terrified of Crowley but also looks up to him (my hc)
Finds Muriel very pretty but doesn't feel worthy of being near them sometimes since they're so angelic and hes a demon (my hc)
They like to buy Muriel sweets anytime he visits them (my hc)
Very traumatised and is used to throwing himself towards danger (my hc)
Bonds with Muriel at the same park that Crowley and Aziraphale goes to (my hc)
Asks Crowley for advice sometimes on how to get closer to Muriel (my hc)
Nina:
Female / Lesbian / She/Her
Loves doing latte art
Makes tiktoks sometimes of herself making drinks or doing latte art, mostly to promote the cafe but also for her own enjoyment
Loves 70's and 80's music
Loves ABBA
Her ex partner made her worry over unimportant things constantly
Was sad but relieved when her ex partner broke up with her
Listens to music while cleaning
Black cat type of partner
Watched Stranger Things
Loves halloween and fall
Loves horror movies ( my hc)
Eventually warmed up to Muriel and gives them free food and drinks sometimes since they help around the cafe ( my hc)
Feeds stray cats that live near the cafe (my hc)
Maggie:
Female / Lesbian / She/Her
Loves flowers
Summer is her favourite season
Likes pop music
Golden retriever type partner
Loves sitcoms
Has crocheted stuffies
Has tons of records and plants at home
Goes to the cafe all the time to see Nina
Has a great skin care routine
Loves cats
She taught Crowley about eyeliner and helped him learn to apply it ( my hc)
She loves Muriel and teaches them about different musicians ( my hc)
Really likes Taylor Swift (my hc)
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Spring Cleaning
RCReveal
Summary:
The Whicker Street friends are busy with spring cleaning in this post S3 speculation when something odd starts to happen to Eric and Muriel. Everyone comes together to help out and enjoy the beautiful spring day.
Work Text:
Nina sat in Maggie's record shop writing in her “Coffee journal” having entrusted Give me Coffee or Give me Death to Eric for the afternoon. Every now and then she'd look up at Maggie bustling about carrying crates of vinyl from place to place and reorganizing the displays while the vintage jukebox played through a refreshed playlist.
The shop bell jangled and Maggie called out warmly, “Hello Muriel! How are you today?” as the scrivener angel entered the record shop carrying two steaming mugs.
“I am doing very well and I am bringing you these drinks from Eric!” they eyed Nina a little nervously while maintaining a blinding smile.
Smiling back gently, Maggie exclaims, “Is that lavender?” as she reaches for her mug. Nina scowls and scribbles some more.
“This one is for you, Nina!” Muriel holds out the mug to Nina. “There are a combination of 37 different herbs, spices, and coffee varieties! All with a ‘spring’ theme.” Taking the mug warily from Muriel, Nina sniffs, and her face goes stony before she takes a sip, “Hhhhhrrrgg,” she swallows hard, “How did he make a coffee drink that tastes like a wet sheep field? I can taste the muddy wool. Eck!” She reaches desperately towards Maggie who hands over her lavender mint tea. Nina gulps desperately and sighs, “See, that's perfectly balanced and spring themed and he made it spot on, exact water temperature and everything for maximal extraction of the aromatics.” Muriel is watching everything wide eyed. Nina cocks her head to the side, “How come you're delivering these and not Eric?” she asks sharply.
“Oh! Because he says that when you tell him how you feel about the drinks he gets worried you'll discorporate him! “
Nina looked slightly aghast, “He works in my shop. I don't discorporate beings that work in my shop!”
Maggie puts in, “There was Sophie…”
“I didn't discorporate Sophie!”
“You did make her disappear from the whole neighborhood for nearly three months when you told her how you felt about her service. You can see where Eric might get some curious ideas…”
“I…wouldn't…why?! Oh, I have to brush my teeth. The mud aftertaste!” Nina looked desperately at Maggie who just pointed at the little washroom in back. Nina scrambles over to it and they hear water running. Nina calls back. “I'll go talk to him! Eww, eck!”
Muriel takes a little sip of the abandoned coffee drink, and makes a thoughtful face, before turning back to Maggie.
"Maggie, what's everyone doing?” Muriel asks curiously.
Maggie takes in the shop and what she can see of Whickber Street, replies, “How do you mean?”
Looking at the assorted crates all over the shop, Muriel says, “Well, you are moving the records from place to place and reorganizing the order of everything. Nina is making a new drinks list. Mr Brown put carpets with different colors in the front of the shop. Aziraphale cleaned his shop windows and he has gotten out a ladder and paint!” Muriel points along the shop front towards the door to A Z Fell and Co book shop.
“It's spring cleaning, Muriel. After being shut in all winter, people like to tidy up and change things around. I like to listen to different music in the springtime than I listen to in the wintertime, so I'm pulling out my favorite spring music. Want to help?”
“Oh yes! I would like to listen to ‘spring' music and reorganize the shop!” Muriel burbles happily, “Aziraphale doesn't like to move the books around very much at all,” Muriel confides as they pick up a crate and follow Maggie.
After a few rounds of toothpaste and urgent mouth wash gargling, Nina stalks out of Maggie's shop to reassure Eric that she's not going to discorporate him if she doesn't like his coffee offerings while Muriel and Maggie freshen up the record displays.
“OH!” Suddenly Muriel cries, and scrunches their face and shoulders.
“Are you alright, Muriel?” asks Maggie. “What happened?”
“I felt…in my back!” they try to point at their back, “I've never felt something like this!” Muriel shimmied their shoulders against their jacket. “It prickles? And I want to rub it with something rough? OH! It is really, very persistent!” Muriel is dancing on the spot.
“You have an itch on your back? Can't you reach it?” Maggie asks while Muriel tries desperately to reach their hands to the middle of their back between their shoulders.
“May I scratch it for you?” Maggie offers.
“Yes! Please!?” begs Muriel.
As soon as Maggie starts to scratch, Muriel relaxes and sighs contentedly. After a normal sort of time for a scratch as between friends, Maggie stops.
“Why did you stop!!!” Muriel barks at Maggie. “Oh! I'm so sorry,” Muriel apologizes hands to mouth to an astonished Maggie, ”It just itches so, so, BADLY !!!”
“O-kay.” Maggie starts scratching again, “Let's just go see Mr. Fell, shall we?” Muriel nods, and apparently will agree to anything if the scratching doesn't stop.
Mr. Fell is refreshing the paint on his sign wearing some sort of painter's smock over his usual dapper shirt and waistcoat while Crowley is fussing at him to hire someone to freshen up the shop sign while steadfastly holding the ladder and passing up tools and supplies.
“But I like doing it myself, Crowley, really I do! It reminds me of illuminating manuscripts!” Aziraphale beams while he carefully applies gold paint to the sign that he's been lovingly sanding and preparing.
“Crowley? Mr Fell? I think something is wrong with Muriel? Do you think you could pause for a bit?” Maggie asked.
Mr Fell looked down from the ladder, pot of paint and brush in hand to see Muriel's upturned face scrunching again, just before Maggie started scratching again.
“Oh you poor dear, I'll be right down!” Aziraphale caps his paint pot and wipes off the paint brush on a cloth before tucking the paintbrush above his ear and handing the pot towards Crowley. Who doesn't take it right away because he's watching Nina shepherd Eric towards them while Eric urgently scratches his back with two wooden spoons.
“Something’s wrong, “ Nina tells the group, “Eric snapped at me and he won't stop scratching his back. Fix him.”
Aziraphale asks Crowley, “Do you have your kit with you, dear?”
“S’actually in the Bentley. I have a few I'd hoped you'd help me with. Plus I'd noticed you might need a bit of help.” Aziraphale smiles tenderly at Crowley.
Aziraphale directs the others from up on the ladder, “Please take Muriel and Eric up to the rooftop. Crowley and I will be up directly,” Aziraphale dismounts the ladder and grasps Eric's shoulder, “Help is on the way! Off you go!” ushering Nina, Maggie, Muriel, and Eric into the bookshop.
“I'll meet you up top in fifteen, angel,” Crowley says, plucking the paintbrush out from behind Aziraphale's ear and handing it to him. “I'll just put away this ladder and grab my kit.”
On the rooftop the spring breeze teases at being as warm as the bright sunshine promises, which is why Eric and Muriel are shivering a bit in their undershirts, Nina and Maggie having checked the two’s backs for anything that might explain the terrible itch.
“Good thought, Nina, Maggie, but that's not the skin that's causing the problem,” Crowley sauntered over to them in his black racerback undershirt and black jeans. He snaps on the outside restaurant heater that sits like a lamppost in the middle of their group of chairs.
“Muriel, Eric,” Aziraphale calls, “Please let your wings out, so we can take a look,” Aziraphale follows behind Crowley, also, very uncharacteristically, in his undervest.
“Bu-but, won't the humans see us?” Eric asks.
“Nah,” Crowley works a little miracle, “they might see some pigeons, but those are dead common, right? Go ahead. ‘S alright,” Crowley encourages.
When they still stare at Crowley owl-eyed, Aziraphale says, “And it won't itch nearly as much,”
That does it. Suddenly great black wings lift behind Eric and white ones arch over Muriel.
“Why do their wings look moth-eaten?” Maggie asks, concerned. And indeed, swaths of feathers seem to be missing from both Muriel and Eric’s great wings.
“Oh, it's just a bit of spring molting! It’s more common in youngsters to have so many at the same time!” Aziraphale reassures. “Muriel, Eric, please sit down, my dears,”
“It's the pin feathers coming in, yah see?” Crowley points out patches of what look like sharp quills. Lifting Eric's feathers gently, Crowley points out the irritated skin around the new feathers, “They itch like the devil!” he says sitting behind Eric and unzipping a case. Eric's feathers puff up nervously at the sound.
“What’re you gonna do?” Eric asks anxiously, as his wings tuck in tight to his back and slick down, one kohl lined eye flashing too much white over his shoulder.
Looking kindly at the nervous demon, Aziraphale asks, “Crowley, would you please see to my tertiaries? I never seem to be able to reach…” he sits down and his great white wings blossom out of his back like cherry blossoms on fast forward.
In close to his back, the angel points out a few pin feathers, even touching them puts his arm at an awkward angle.
“May I have your feather oil, angel?” Crowley takes an antique atomizer from the angel and sprays it on the skin around the new feathers, Aziraphale hums happily while Crowley massages the oil in. Conversationally, Crowley points out a feather quill that's red. “That one's still growing. But, these two,” he starts to roll the chalky white quill between his fingers until it shatters and the feather underneath can unfurl, “are ready” he brushes away the remaining feather sheath dust. The second just loosens enough that Crowley can cautiously slip it off. Aziraphale says, “that one is always a bit sensitive, thank you, dear.”
“It's like my Nana’s parrot!” remarks Maggie brightly, “He gets so tetchy when his pin feathers come in where he can't reach. He really loves being preened, but he was nervous about it when we first got him,” she's studiously not looking at Eric.
Nina remarks, “I get how you can tell when Mr Fell's feathers are ready, but what about Crowley's? His feathers are black!”
“Crowley, your turn,” Aziraphale says standing.
Crowley unfurls long slender wings, feathers deep ebony black. “Is it the usual patch?” Aziraphale’s hands are already stroking through Crowley's feathers uncovering a patch of black-sheathed new growth. Crowley sighs and nods sagging onto the seat Aziraphale just left, the demon’s legs straddling it and arms wrapped tight around the back. The angel applies oil with an ancient metal oiling pump that makes a ‘tonk-tunk, tonk-tunk’ noise with every pump. “I have to be more careful with Crowley's feathers,” he explains.
“Ngk. That one's not ready, angel!” Crowley calls out hunching over the chair. Aziraphale immediately let's go and tries the next pin feather. Crowley relaxes again when the next feather is released. Reaching back, Crowley can just reach a few of the pin feathers.
“This one and this one. But NOT this one. Right?”
Aziraphale gently removes the itchy pin feather covering and avoids the blood feathers.
“This reminds me of when my mum would take my sisters and me to get our hair braided,” remarks Nina. “I'll be right back,” she says and heads for the stairs.
“Muriel, I used to help my Nana’s parrot with his pin feathers. May I help you?” Maggie asks.
“Thank you, Maggie, I would like that very much!” Smelling the different oils, they choose Crowley's and hand it to Maggie. “This one smells like cinnamon Altoids!” Aziraphale hides a chuckle when Crowley grumbles, “And other occult things…”
Muriel looks over at Eric who's still looking anxious. Sitting facing him, Muriel reaches out, “I'm a little nervous. Will you hold my hands?” Muriel asks. “I've never done this before. Have you?” Their warm almond eyes catching his black ones.
“Once,” he whispers, eyes shiny, crossing his arms and tucking his hands in his armpits. Aziraphale and Crowley exchange a glance. Crowley kneels in front of Eric, murmurs to him, “It won't be like that, like after the f-f-Fall. When every feather coming in itched, then burned, then ached, no matter what you did…” he stares off over the rooftops and Aziraphale grasps Crowley's shoulder. Crowley clears his throat, “Point out the ones that are just itching like mad. Those are the ones that are ready. Anything hurts, you sing out and we stop, instantly. Ok?” Crowley offers, but Eric looks away from them all, wings and skin shivering.
Aziraphale suggests, “Why don't you try one for yourself, Eric. You can reach these here.” Aziraphale points to the feathers further out to the tips of Eric’s wings. Eric reaches out tentatively, rolls the pin feather between his fingers until the covering breaks in his hand and an iridescent black feather emerges.
A huge grin spreads across Eric’s face and his shivering wings settle, “You weren’t havin’ me on!” He reaches out and disintegrates sheath after sheath.
Looking at Muriel, he says, “I need to do this myself for a little. ‘Kay?”
“Okay,” Muriel says tentatively, “but I really am a little nervous! It tickles!” Aziraphale looks at them kindly and comes over to grasp their hands while Maggie continues to work on Muriel’s feathers humming to herself.
“Refreshments!” calls Nina, arriving back on the rooftop with two large pitchers of coral-colored beverage and glasses on a tray. Filling the glasses she brings them around, “My grandmother used to make us this punch when my sisters and I would get our hair braided. It was our special treat, since it took hours to get the braids done,” she brought Aziraphale, Maggie, and Muriel glasses.
Walking over to Eric who is working on his own feathers, Nina says, “My sister’s scalp was so tender, the only thing that kept her going was the promise of hair braiding punch. I thought you’d like it, too.” Crowley accepts the punch and after tasting it says, “Refreshing, and the rum is nice too.”
Aziraphale swirls his, “Mine doesn’t have rum!”
“You don’t like rum. Yours has champagne in,” explains Nina.
“Oh!” Aziraphale says approvingly and takes another sip.
Maggie asks dubiously, “Your grandmother gave you this?”
“Well, Grandmother made the punch. My sister, Mary, started to put the alcohol in when we were older,” Nina explained.
Eric tastes his, smiles a small smile up at Nina, who says, “Gotta get my best barista sorted. Let me know if you need a refill, or a hand. Some stuff, you need a friend to help with, ok?”
Muriel stretches out their other wing, “Could you do the other wing? IT ITCHES SO BADLY I WANT TO SCREAM!” Nina heads over to Muriel and starts working on the pin feathers with Maggie, eliciting some relieved noises. But the scrivener just can’t stop squirming uncomfortably.
Eric, always on alert for potential discorporation, suddenly stops preening. Urgently, he says, “Crowley!!” and dives towards Nina.
“Uh-oh,” Crowley intones, but he’s already in mid-dive towards Maggie.
The demons encase their human friends in layers of black feathers just before Muriel stands, hands clenched and screams in a voice that's become a chorus that covers at least five octaves,
“MAKE IT STOP !!!!!”
Aziraphale just has time to deflect the scream up into the heavens within a sweep of his white wings.
“My!” Aziraphale takes a deep steadying breath, “Muriel, I hadn’t thought of getting rid of all the pin-feathers at the same time like that, my dear!” placing a guiding hand on Muriel’s shoulder to help them sit back down. “Crowley, Eric, you can let Nina and Maggie up now.” Muriel is halfway down a pitcher of punch when Aziraphale turns back to the young scrivener. “And that will be enough of that!” he plucks the pitcher out of their hands.
“It doesn’t itch anymore,” Muriel smiles at everyone, a little dazed. Then swaying slightly, they say, “That punch made me tired.” They yawn and plop over on a lounger, snoring gently like a toddler who's just succumbed to nap time.
Emerging from a cocoon of Eric's black feathers, Nina leans over and bumps Eric’s shoulder with hers before he can slip away, “Eric, that was quick thinking. Thanks for looking out for me and Maggie. Again. You don’t need to be so nervous around me! I’m not going to discorporate you for making coffee that tastes like a sheep field! That was genius! Disgusting, but genius!”
Maggie has popped her head out from between Crowley’s wings, unfazed. Smiling sweetly, she pecks him on the cheek, “Thanks, Crowley!” and practically skips off to insert herself to bump Eric’s other shoulder.
“That was really nice of you to think of us, again! You do such a good job at both of our shops! Really, we only wanted to discorporate you when you were attacking the Bookshop with the other demons! Not now! You’re our friend!”
“Oh. Yeah. That makes sense.” Eric says ducking his head.
Crowley hand to his cheek muses, “We bise ?” before shaking himself and joining Aziraphale to try and assess what just happened to their little part of London with Muriel’s itchy outburst.
“I can’t sense anything wrong, angel. You?” Crowley shrugs.
“Nor I, but,” Aziraphale stretches a wing and runs his hand over it, “I think Muriel took care of all my preening for a bit. You?”
Crowley stretches his wings for Aziraphale’s inspection, purring a little when the angel scratches the place where the wing meets his back.
“Not a feather out of place, my dear,” remarks the angel.
Nina glances up from where she’s been deep in discussion about what exactly Eric had done to create his “sheep field of spring” coffee. “Eric, what about you? Are you still itchy?”
Maggie asks, “May we help if you still have an itchy spot?”
Eric stretches his wings again and Maggie catches her breath, clasping her hands to resist the temptation to touch his iridescent black feathers, “Oh, they’re lovely, Eric!” Maggie exclaims.
“Huh, they don’t itch and it dint hurt to preen them,” he shakes the feathers back into shape and then his wings fold themselves away into whatever place they exist parallel to this world.
“They’re kindov a lot,” he says a bit self-consciously.
Nina presses her lips together in a line, “Eric, I'm going to tell you what I told my nephew, Jaime. You're not too much. Not to me.”
“Not to us,” Maggie puts in.
Nina looks meaningfully at Crowley, who sagely contributes, “Huh?”
Aziraphale stepped in smoothly and said, “You're welcome to come up here whenever you like to stretch out." Looking over at Muriel, he chuckles and adds, “Or nap.”
“Come on!” Crowley challenges, “You haven't lived til you've lounged about in the spring sunshine with your wings out!” Crowley picks up a glass of punch again and raises the glass to the company, “You should try it, Eric.”
“Could you make a coffee that tastes like the feel of spring sunshine on your shoulders and the wind in your wings?” asks Maggie, “I’d love that,” she reaches out her arms and raises her face to the sunshine.
With the ghost of a mischievous smile, Eric unfurls his wings again, “Gotta do some research, before I make that sortov drink,” he swipes the pitcher of rum-fortified punch out from under Crowley's questing grasp and refills his own glass to Crowley's amused snort.
Affecting a serious tone, Aziraphale toasts, “To research!”
The group, except for the slumbering Muriel, who got a jump on napping in spring sunshine, raise their glasses, “Research!” then mostly break off into chuckles as they skive off to enjoy the spring day, spring cleaning forgotten.
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