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lsd-astronaut · 3 months

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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

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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!

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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loved the period request you did for Alec!

My period has been really debilitating recently and I'm 99.9% sure that a period fic with Crowley is the only thing that will make me feel better

Hiya gorgeous,

Here's some HCs because I've not got fic inspo for this one yet

Crowley x GN!Reader

GOMENS: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt @stevekempscocktails @go-bonkers-go-foolish @peytonpenguin37 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

Crowley has a keen sense of smell, and even if you're not keeping a cycle calendar going, he can smell when your hormones are starting to go all crazy with an oncoming menstrual cycle.

Even though he'd love to, he doesn't want to use too many miracles to ease your cramps, so he prepares little nests for you to cuddle up in.

He preps snacks and blankets and because using miracles for heat and cooling an item are so small they're basically undetectable, he heats up heat packs for you whenever you ask.

When they're really back he rubs your lower spine and does his best to ease your muscles.

He's also always more than willing to fuck or finger the cramps out of you. He's aware that orgasms can ease cramps and is never one to shy away from something that might help you feel better. He's not a squeamish person, anyway.

"Mm- right- I heard you humans are fans of chocolate during these trying times. This true?"

Him getting you so many chocolates. All the chocolates and all the brands.

He also likes to run baths for you and give you massages if you can stand to be touched that much.

He will also give you all the cuddles. He's not a super cuddly person generally speaking, but he will do his best for you when he can. Particularly if you're in pain.

He even tried reading to you once when it was really, really bad. And he hates books. He can't read very well but he did his best for you. It did distract you, which was consolation enough. But he hasn't done it again since.

He has miracled the cramps before, but only when it's super bad and he doesn't have any other choice. He can't stand to see you in so much pain.

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friday-the-400th · 9 months

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Fuck you aziraphale x Crowley x reader BECAUSE I NEED TO FORGET THAT KISS 😭😭😭😭

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☆-aziraphale likes tea, okay? Dates are at his bookshop or at the coffee shop, drinking tea and eating tiny little macaroons or something adorable asfsgZgSgz😊😊

☆-Crowley acts the same way around both of you, but he's more gentle knowing you both love him.

☆-if your an angel, aziraphale constantly talks about heaven and how he'd love to take you back with him if he gets to go back. And aziraphale likes you more because you understand him.

☆-if your a demon, Crowley is more connected to you, knowing you both had to go through the same shit. He constantly complains about hell to try to get you to talk to him (because he's actually shy 🫢🫢🫢)

☆-baking. Baking cookies, tarts, pies, while listening to old music and talking about random things with aziraphale. That's all. Sometimes Crowley joins but he doesn't want to mess up your cooking by doing something stupid so he usually just watches and eats whatever you make. Sometimes he complains about the taste and criticizes it, but he apologizes after with something like "that pie was actually quite good..." with this shy expression after an argument.

☆-Crowley LOVES cuddles. Don't deny it, if you find him sleeping and lay beside him or cuddle him...he's so soft and sweet and CUTE AND FUCKING ADORABLE

☆- aziraphale too, but he asks. Having you cuddle while reading? Absolutely. Helping him stack books? Fuck yeah, cuddles as a reward. Tea while watching tv on the couch together? He's about to explode.

☆-the age gap might be a worry if your not an angel or demon, so they don't date humans. Fuck you, not sorry. OK I'm sorry they might but you need to be around they're age if they were human, like 30 or 40. They like men, but...maybe women? Idk you choose.

☆-no cap, aziraphale is asexual and Crowley probably bi or pansexual. Fight me.

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K Byeeee

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exaomi · 4 months

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✭Aziraphale x reader✭

✰HELLO! This is my first time writing ANYTHING, soo I wanna do a fanfiction where the reader is recovering from sh. I haven't found any of these so I will try and do one!✰

!! It includes: selfharm, blood, cuts !!

I think Aziraphale would have heard of it, but be surprised when you mention that to him, he always saw you as someone with bright spirit and he wouldn't understand why would you do that to yourself

To him you're the perfect human

I imagine he'd find you in the bathroom with cuts on your body and he'd just stand for a moment before he would understand what's going on, then would crouch down to you and let you cry it out while Azi holds you and reassures you that everything will be fine

"I'm here love" "It will be over"

He'd clean your cuts and put on ban-aids carefully not wanting pressure on them, He would pick you up and snuggle up with you in your bed, holding you so close together like you'd slip out if he didn't

Azi would definitely make hot chocolate in the morning bringing it to your bedside

He would congratulate you on every month of staying clean

"You are doing so well" "I'm proud of you y/n"

He is there for you whenever you needed to talk it out again, he pays attention to everything you say, not interrupting you

Holding your hand and wiping away your tears

Afterwards you and him would go out for a walk or to get something to eat, just relax and do some activities

If he'd see you drifting off with a worried/sad face he'll take your hand gently and rub your knuckles slowly with his thumb, plant a kiss on your cheek

He'd hide or throw out any sharp things that could possibly harm you

If you get embarrassed about your healed cuts being visible he'll comfort you saying like "Its a sign that you fought your battles and won"

kissing them when your cuddling together or when you look at them for too long

reassuring you that they don't make you any different "your still you, and if other people treat you different because of them then they are foolish"

That's it! if i've made any spelling mistakes pleas say were, i'll probably make more but i don't know when or of who but for now thank you for reading!

#good omens #aziraphale #self h@rm #fanfic #take care of yourself #aziraphale x reader #headcanon

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charzard-lord · 2 years

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Good Omens: Let’s Get Spooky! (Halloween/Autumn Headcanons)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Pure fluff, minor language

Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, Anathema Device

Key: ☁️☂️

Summary: Just some headcanons about doing fall activities with the gang

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A/N: I had the most fun “fall” day ever on Sunday! I did a corn maze, went apple picking, and went through my first ever haunted house! So I just wanted to do some falltime headcanons! I plan to do this with all the other fandoms and characters I write for, but no promises. Anyways, enjoy and thank you as always for interacting with my fics! :)

Corn Maze

Crowley - at first he doesn’t really understand the appeal of a corn maze but then he gets super into it; he becomes almost competitive about it; definitely gets lost and turned around quite a bit; will use any opportunity to touch you, i.e. grabbing your hand to lead you, wrapping an arm around your waist, etc; once you two escape, he says that it was ‘just okay’, but his soft smile betrays him; he for sure had a good time and enjoyed being with you

Aziraphale - actually gets excited about it with you; takes it very seriously and gets very focused on the map and checkpoints; super determined to find the way out; will make friends with any other group that’s in the maze at the same time; gets everyone to work together; he probably ends up leading an entire slew of people to the exit with the two of you

Anathema - happy to just spend time with you; is very casual and not too worried about finding the exit; wants to hold your hand and just be close to you the whole time; probably could find her way out with her eyes closed but still lets you take the lead; teases you lightheartedly if you get lost but if you are visibly frustrated, she will help; takes lots of pictures and videos (of you, the maze, and the two of you together)

Apple Picking

Crowley - feels a little weird about it at first, but still tags along; teases you a LOT; will whisper in your ear, ‘tempting’ you to pick an apple; calls you ‘Eve’ as a joke; picks the apples that are too far up for you to reach; turns into a snake at some point to scare some of the other patrons; makes sure you leave with the best apples in the orchard

Aziraphale - it reminds him a lot of Eden so he will tell you stories about it; will lift you up so you can reach the apples higher up; helps any children in the orchard; does some ‘magic’ tricks to put a smile on their faces; performs a miracle or two for you to make sure you get the best apples; praises you for finding all the good ones (even though he stacked the odds in your favor)

Anathema - excited to go with you; tells you about the magical properties and uses of apples and their seeds; somehow always picks the best apples without even trying; hypes up her apple pie recipe (but she doesn’t have to because you know it’s amazing); does an on-the-go abundance/protection spell for you with the apple seeds

Pumpkin carving/decorating

Crowley - begrudgingly agrees to it because of how excited you seem; whether he’s carving or decorating, he makes a HUGE mess; actually gets into it and hyper-focuses on his creation; tries to make something spooky but it ends up just being cute

Aziraphale - thinks this will be a great activity; has a lot of fun with it; will compliment your pumpkin no matter how it looks; super artistic apparently; his pumpkin turns out to be really good; proudly sets the pumpkins outside his shop

Anathema - loves this idea (and honestly will use any excuse to spend more time with you); again, informs you of the magical properties and uses of pumpkins and their seeds; tells you all about Samhain and All Hallow’s Eve; makes a really adorable pumpkin

Haunted House

Crowley - not super interested in going but if you’re really excited about it he’ll probably cave and go with you; he will try to scare the actors more than they scare him (you have to hold him back from giving all the actors heart attacks); very grumpy but will still hold your hand and take the lead if you need him to; complains the whole time about how lame it is but still gets jumpscared occasionally (though he will vehemently deny it if you try to point it out); will beat someone's ass; will probably get kicked out for fighting the actors if they scare you too much

Aziraphale - doesn’t understand why you think paying to get scared counts as ‘fun’, but will go with you anyway; is very polite to all the actors and compliments their costumes even if he’s scared; admires the hard work put into the set and makeup; fascinated by humans and their obsession with horror; definitely gets jumpscared and accidently performs a panic miracle (something like changing an actors outfit to be cute rather than scary or something silly like that); overall actually enjoys himself and is happy to see you have a good time

Anathema - probably doesn’t really want to go but will if you want to; points out all the inaccuracies; doesn’t get jumpscared easily because she sees all the scares coming; upset about the depiction of witches; still polite and kind to the actors; will hold your hand if you get scared though; very sweet and will definitely take the lead if you need her to

Scary Movies

Crowley - indifferent to the idea of scary movies but if you really want to watch one, he’ll do it; loves any excuse to cuddle up with you on the couch; lets you lean into him or hide in his shoulder if you get too scared; alternatively, if you don’t really get scared by horror movies, he’ll curl up into you; either way, the two of you are SUPER close (personal space who?); will tease you and try to scare you regardless of whether you like horror movies or not

Aziraphale - not a fan of scary movies, but if you insist, he’ll give in (he can’t seem to say no to you); clutches your hand the entire time; jumps at every little thing; he’s the one to hide in YOUR shoulder; if he’s able to look at the screen long enough, he will yell at the characters, trying to warn them of incoming danger (even though they obviously can’t hear him)

Anathema - loves scary movies; she’s probably the one to suggest it; gets excited and wants to show you all her favorites; makes sure you two have plenty of snacks and halloween treats; will hold your hand if you get scared; probably makes commentary about how stupid the characters are; if you watch a movie that paints witches in a negative light, she will go off on a tangent and highlight all the ways the movie gets it wrong

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bi-bard · 10 months

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When a Demon Stumbles onto the Doorstep of a Bookshop - Crowley Imagine [Good Omens]

Title: When a Demon Stumbles onto the Doorstep of a Bookshop

Pairing: Crowley X Reader

Word Count: 1,944 words

Warning(s): **SEASON 2 SPOILERS** mention of abandonment, drunk character

Summary: [Post-Season 2] After Aziraphale's departure, (Y/n) joins Muriel in the goal of taking care of the bookshop and the tasks that may come with that. One of those many tasks includes being prepared for the moment that a familiar demon finds his way to the doorstep at odd hours of the night.

Author's Note: Listen. I said that I was going to focus on my writing challenges. I know. But someone made this headcanon on Tiktok and I couldn't shake it. If anyone has the user, please let me know because I cannot find it, but I might also just be stupid.

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When I first found Muriel in charge of Aziraphale's bookshop, I knew that I needed to step in and help where I could.

Well, that's not quite right.

I actually started off very scared.

After what had happened the night before that with the legion of demons coming to attack and Crowley ushering everyone away from the building, I knew that I needed answers. The only way to get those answers was to get back to the bookshop when the coast seemed to be clear.

If I had slammed the doors open any harder, then they would have surely popped off the hinges.

What I saw was Muriel standing in the middle of the room with a stack of books in their hands. They jumped at the sudden noise, quickly scrambling to keep from dropping the books.

"Oh, you scared me," they said before placing the books on the table. "Hello!"

"Who are you," I asked, ignoring any introduction.

"I am a human police officer," they motioned down at their all-white uniform. Angel. Got it. "And bookshop owner... now."

"Where's Aziraphale?"

"Oh, just... off."

That was the very moment that my fear turned to annoyance and anger. "Off?"

"Yeah... y'know, off."

"Where?"

"Oh, well..."

I stepped forward. "Listen. Aziraphale has been one of the dearest in my life for years now. I know about the angel thing. I know about demons that were here last night. Hell, I know about the failed apocalypse. So, when I hear that he's 'off' and has left his beloved bookshop in the charge of some random angel that I've never seen, I get very upset and very worried. I suggest that you tell me what happened to him."

"I can't-"

"And I suggest that you do it quick because he is not the only celestial being that I have on speed dial."

That seemed to be the only push that Muriel needed to tell me everything that had happened while I was gone. Gabriel's memories coming back, Gabriel and Beelzebub running off together, the offer that Aziraphale had taken, and the one that Crowley had apparently turned down. All of it. Well, as much as Muriel knew at the time.

I stood there for a few moments. Stunned into silence.

"Are you-"

"He didn't even say goodbye," I muttered.

"Well, the Metatron seemed very insistent that he needed to go right away- where are you going?"

I had already turned around and walked out of the bookshop again. I looked down the street before going to grab my phone. I frantically clicked Crowley's contact.

It rang a few times before going to voicemail.

"Crowley," I murmured. "Please, answer. Please. I... I found out about Aziraphale and I... I don't know what to do or where to go. Please."

I hung up and walked a little further down the road, wiping my eyes as tears started falling.

The moment that I went to call him a second time, I heard a car engine racing closer to me. I looked down the road to see the all too familiar Bentley pulling up to the curb next to me.

I put my phone away as he got out of the car.

"Crowley-"

I was cut off by him pulling me into a hug. I hid my face in his shoulder for a moment.

"He didn't even say goodbye," I repeated pathetically.

"Trust me, it would've been worse if he had."

It was then that I knew that we were losing the same person, yet grieving two very different things.

After that day, I made myself a new home in the room that had previously been used by "Jim". I had thrown a bit of a fit about the bookshop being entrusted to some random angel instead of a friend. Muriel was kind enough to let me stay. I think that they needed the help, but I was willing to call it merely an act of kindness if it made them feel better.

I didn't know how beneficial my presence would be in the shop.

I knew that I could help organize and clean. I could protect Aziraphale's precious books and keep Maggie's record shop safe. I could try to teach Muriel how to appear more human. I knew that stuff.

I never expected to become accustomed to Crowley turning up at odd hours of the night, often- if not always- drunk.

He would knock on the door or just barge in, yelling for Aziraphale. He wouldn't stop until I had gone down there and broke the news to him that Aziraphale may not come back. That he might be staying in Heaven forever and we may never be able to see him again.

It hurt. And I imagine that it always will. Having to put him to rest on the couch or watch him stumble back outside.

He always wore his glasses, but the heartbreak was so clear that it passed the lenses too easily.

It was one of those nights that he told me the truth of what happened before Aziraphale left. What happened between them.

I had been startled awake by the loud sound of the door slamming open and shut.

I walked out of my room immediately. Muriel stepped out, but I held a hand out. I had been taking care of this since it all started. I wasn't going to stop now.

I walked downstairs, hearing Crowley calling for his angel as I made it downstairs.

"Angel!" he was spinning in circles as he yelled. "I know that you can hear me! Come here and talk to me!"

"Crowley," I said gently as I approached him. "Stop it."

"Angel!"

"Stop it!"

He didn't listen to me, instead still walking around and spinning as he yelled for Aziraphale to just talk to him.

He didn't stop until I grabbed his wrists and forced him to look at me.

"Stop, Crowley," I tried to keep my voice firm. "This is not going to get Aziraphale to come back! I don't even think that he can hear you! Stop it!"

The demon fell quiet as he stared at me. There was a long pause between us. I immediately began to question what I had said. I was constantly terrified of being too harsh. I didn't want to be some additional reason for Crowley to be hopeless over the whole event.

I grabbed the wine bottle that was sitting in his hand before placing it on the table nearby. "Come on... you're staying here tonight."

He didn't follow me when I tried to drag him over to the small couch.

"Crowley..."

"I don't... I don't want to sleep on that couch."

I frowned at him. "I'm not letting you sleep in your car right now, Crowley."

We both stopped. I had learned a lot about stubbornness over the course of my friendship with Crowley. And he knew that. And I'm certain that some part of him despised teaching me that skill.

"Come on," I said, dragging him toward the staircase. He followed me begrudgingly.

I pulled him to my room and motioned to the small bed in there.

"Go on," I pushed when he didn't move at first.

I heard him grumbling under his breath as he walked over. He somewhat flopped on the mattress, and I shook my head as I went to pull the blanket over him.

"Better?"

"Yeah, sure," he grumbled.

"Want to take off your glasses-"

"Leave them."

He hadn't taken off his glasses in front of me since Aziraphale left. Not that he often did anyway.

I took a deep breath and went to walk away.

"Would you...," he trailed off.

"What," I asked.

"Nothing. Never mind."

There's that stubbornness and closed-off attitude. "What is it, Crowley?"

"Would you stay?" he finally muttered.

"Just stay in here? Sure-"

"I meant lay with me. Please."

I glanced at the minimal empty space next to him for a moment. "Are you sure that you'd be comfortable with that?"

"I'm a demon. I have spent my nights in far more uncomfortable places than a small bed."

One day, I would need to question him on those 'I'm a demon' excuses.

I awkwardly shifted my way under the covers, fixing them over him as I did so. After a few more awkward moments, I reached out and wrapped my arms around his torso quietly. I expected some grumbling or some kind of fight. Nothing happened. Instead, Crowley merely sighed and seemed to relax into the pillow more.

I spent some time thinking. Mainly about whether or not demons actually had any need for sleep or for blankets to keep warm. I had thought about it before.

There was plenty that I knew.

I knew that food was more of a luxury than it was a necessity. I knew that they had a lot more control over things around me than I thought before. I knew that they could travel to and from Hell with a particular elevator or particular stairways.

I also knew that Crowley had the ability to sober himself up in an instant.

He had shown me that trick ages ago because I was curious.

So, when he began showing up at the bookshop while completely drunk, I questioned why he wouldn't sober himself up when on the couch or in his car or on any occasion like this.

It didn't take me very long to figure out why that was the case.

It was grief.

Not just normal grief, but grief for someone who was still very much living and breathing.

There was something so much worse about grieving someone who wasn't even dead yet.

When they aren't dead, there's always some remaining shred of hope that they will choose to come back. Which should be comforting, in theory. But when they don't come back... it only feels like a constant reminder that you truly may not be enough for them to fight for or want to fight for.

I could only guess that those thoughts were going through Crowley's mind because they were going through my mind.

"I kissed him."

My ears pricked up at his sudden words. "What?"

"I kissed him," Crowley repeated.

I knew that Crowley and Aziraphale loved each other. It was painfully obvious. I always thought that one of them finally saying something about it would have a dramatically different ending. I imagined them both hiding away in the bookshop. Not much changing... just what was normal for Aziraphale and Crowley but with a little more hand-holding. Not this.

I took a deep breath. "When?"

"After I rejected his offer to become an angel," he explained. "He had told me all about the Metatron's plan. I would have rejected it no matter what, but I had just been scolded by Nina and Maggie for not telling Aziraphale about how I felt. It just... It felt like the only chance that I had left to get him to stay."

I wondered if Crowley was telling me this because he trusted me or if it was merely because he was drunk.

"I miss him."

"I know," I muttered, hugging him a little tighter. "I miss him too."

I closed my eyes as I did that.

What else could I offer?

There was so much that I could understand. So much that I could offer him in terms of help and comfort. All I could do was hope that everything would eventually work itself out.

And at that point, that hope was getting harder and harder to hold onto.

Maybe some force in the universe would keep me from letting go of it completely. Eventually.

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thedemonknownasbilly · 5 months

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Awesome!

If you're willing, could I request headcanons for Aziraphale x Crowley x gender neutral reader where reader is chubby and insecure about their appearance?

Oh, Darling - HC for Ineffable Husbands with Chubby!Reader

Absolutely! Sorry for the delay, it was around midnight for me when I replied to the first anon, and I was just knocked out right after!

Ineffable Husbands x GN!Reader

Any and all pet names/compliments are meant as GN!

Mentions ED/Skipping meals (that’s more of a personal touch on my end as someone who is a bit curvier than average)

So let’s cover how they treat you separately, since as much as they try to be, they aren’t always attached at the hip.

Crowley

To be honest it took him a minute to even notice, ethereal (occult) beings don’t typically fuss or pay attention to “human flaws”

You guys would have met at the park bench, he was waiting for Aziraphale, and his was the only bench with a spot open.

“Could I sit here?”

“Hm?” He’d look up from his newspaper and will any blush on his cheeks to discorporate “yeah, yeah, he’s running late so I’m sure I’ll be leaving soon.”

You’d start talking to the ducks, and he was a goner, slowly joining in your conversation and just having a grand time with you.

When Aziraphale finally showed up, Crowley left you his number and told you to text him the next time you wanted to talk about anything.

He gushed about you and your knowledge of ducks to Aziraphale, who teased his husband over this crush.

After a good thousand texts, a few hang outs, and Aziraphale’s okay after a lengthy conversation, Crowley asked you out, and ofc you said yes.

He absolutely adores your curves, never seeing them as a flaw.

Won’t stand for any blasphemy you might have to say against it.

He will happily curl himself around you, slender fingers on your hips as he adorns you in kisses.

He notices some days you’ll shy away from his touch, and he never wants you uncomfortable.

But one day you had shied away all day, (he always kept track) he’d even say you were almost flinching from his touch.

This worried him, every situation he conjured in his head was that he had upset you or maybe that you didn’t even love him anymore.

So it certainly made you have to repress a sad giggle when you saw those sad yellow eyes look up at you as he asked, “is there another?”

“Never in a million years, my darling.” And with that he relaxed and sat beside you, noticing how you pressed yourself to the side of the couch.

“Then what’s with this, why won’t you let me touch you..?” He was always big on boundaries and respect, but usually he was given a sort of heads up, not just thrusted into a new rule.

“It’s silly…”

“If it’s important to you, it’s important to me.”

You’d go on to explain everything, how you’d always been the bigger kid, how the curves and rolls of your body often were topics of things your exes hated about you. The bullying, the lack of food, the unaffordable research on surgery even. “But even then, I’m scared you’ll realize I’m not worth the pain that a human comes with if I’m not attractive enough.”

Crowley listened intently, he always would, but he couldn’t deny that he hated what he was hearing. “Let me touch you, please.”

And when you shyly nodded, his hands were on your thighs as he surged forward and pressed his lips to yours.

“I don’t give two fucks about human beauty. You’re perfect for me.” He’d growl out as he moved to kiss down your jaw and neck, pressing his lips to every stretch of skin he could reach. “Think I give a fuck? Really? Ask Aziraphale how much we go to the Ritz, think to every time I’ve asked you. At first I figured it wasn’t your cup of tea. Not that you were treating yourself so downright wrong.”

You couldn’t help to giggle at that, and he looked up at you. “I would really like to go to lunch with you, and if it helps, we can invite the angel.”

Having Aziraphale there did help, he was enjoying his food without a care in the world for any leering eyes, and you did the same, blushing as your boyfriend adored you and his husband.

He was always there, especially now that he knew, always behind you when you stood too long in the mirror, hands on your hips as he’d whisper praises and compliments into your ear, making you repeat a few on the worst days.

Aziraphale

Once again, Aziraphale would hardly count it as the first thing he noticed. He certainly wasn’t the most slender figure himself even by human standards.

You two would meet at Maggie’s Record Shop. He was there to pick up something new and you were browsing for your favorite CDs to be on record.

He was thrilled to see Maggie have a customer and swore than if he had put a heart into his form that it would be pounding out of his chest.

He’d hurry to the Record Shop every time he saw you in the windows, finally after four run-ins, you introduced yourself to him.

You would be the only person regularly allowed into the bookshop.

Crowley had met you numerous times since, and he even encouraged his angel to ask you out. So Aziraphale finally did.

He soon found his favorite spot was to have his head on your lap, your fingers scratching against his scalp as you two would listen to whatever he’d put on the record.

He noticed one day though when you seemed to be fidgeting before he laid down, and it took him a moment to realize you were trying to make yourself look smaller.

“My darling, what are you doing?” He asked carefully, sitting beside you and placing a hand on your thigh.

Something about such a simple question and gesture made you break down, explaining how you wanted to be perfect, that you wished you looked more like Crowley did so that these treacherous thoughts would leave your mind.

Aziraphale was concerned, feeling a twist in his stomach as he carefully pulled you onto his lap, a position you tried to protest, but when he whispered out a “for me, please,” you couldn’t say no.

“My darling, having one of Crowley is more than enough. I’m quite happy to have you as you are, wouldn’t dream of asking you to change in any way.”

He’d listen to every thought you had, giving you all of his attention as his thumbs trace circles on your thighs and hips, and when you were done, he’d counter every argument with his own, explaining gently that he had truly never paid much attention to your own weight, that it was your soul and personality he adored.

“But you are quite gorgeous, I found myself aching to see you everyday before I got to know you. I’d sit right here at my desk, and wait, hoping you’d come back.” He would cup your face as he said that, “I’m not perfect by human standards either, I chose this form, why on earth would I make you change when certainly I could be in a better body for you as well.”

He always watched out for signs of those thoughts creeping back in, but everyday, he’d end it by kissing you everywhere before bed, murmuring praises and compliments against your skin like a prayer.

Ineffable Husbands

You had ventured into the bookshop on a rainy day, noticing a red and black snake perched on a sweater in the warmest spot he could be in.

“Aren’t you adorable?” You’d coo, looking around for anyone to ask before whispering to the snake, “can I pet you?”

At that the snake opened one yellow eye, looked you up and down and nodded, very human like you thought, but you carefully rested a finger against his head, between his eyes, and stroked down his body, watching as the snake seemed perfectly happy with such actions and melted back into the sweater.

Soon the owner emerged from the back, “oh I do apologize, I was fetching some lanterns incase we lost power.” He said, Aziraphale you’d learn his name was, he certainly had a small look of shock on his face when he saw Crowley allowing you to stroke him.

“So,” Aziraphale talked to the snake when you had left hours later, “I take it someone likes them?”

“Me?” Crowley slithered onto the floor and changed forms, “what about you excitedly prattling on and showing them every book of every topic they mentioned. You even let them take one home.”

“They’re bringing it back!” Aziraphale chuckled in an effort of protest.

“Oh, sweet love of mine, I think we both fancy them.” // “Indeed it seems we both do, I hope they spend more time with us soon.”

Months later, you had learned that Crowley was the snake from that day, not being horrified but instead it made you reach up without thinking and gently stroke his hair, if demons could actually melt he was certain he’d be a puddle on the floor of the bookshop, Aziraphale had gone to fetch you a new book, and Crowley trapped you onto the couch, seemingly having no joints as he curled himself around you as best he could; his head on your shoulder.

“Crowley, dear, can’t hog them to yourself now.” And Aziraphale sat beside you, hand on your waist (under Crowley) and a head on your shoulder. “I think it’s fair that we say, well, we like you. The both of us.”

You giggled at the obvious statement and turned to kiss him as his answer, hearing Crowley whine and giving him a kiss right after.

Within the next two months, you had also moved into the flat above the bookshop, which made it easier for your two loves to see just how much you seemed uncomfortable with yourself.

“When’s the last time they ate?” Crowley murmured one day, swearing that he hadn’t seen you eat all day, or the day before.

“A while, I’m worried.” With that, they both searched for you, not expecting to find you curled up under the blankets with tear stains on your cheeks.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” The with sit on the edge of the bed, Aziraphale’s hand stroking your hair and Crowley’s rubbing your back.

“Got in my head…” you’d murmur, striking concern within them as they soon encouraged you to lay in the middle of the bed, Aziraphale to your front and Crowley to your back.

Crowley’s hand never leaving your hips as he pressed kisses to you, “don’t hide from me,” he’d say when he felt you trying to will your body further into the bed. And when Aziraphale finally asked what was wrong, you told them everything from childhood, to today, “I just want to be attractive enough for an angel and a demon, like those other ones are.”

“My dear,” Aziraphale said rather seriously, “you are more than attractive enough, haven’t we shown that?” Crowley still pressing kisses made your mind seem fuzzy with bliss as Aziraphale kissed your lips, seemingly trying to pour every ounce of his adoration into it.

They would spent hours telling you about every part of you they loved, leaving no room for any insecurities, mentally or physically.

“I quite like you at this size, more for me to hold, just like with ‘Ziraphale.”

“And besides, while you may be human, we aren’t, I assure you, Crowley could pick us both up and not break a sweat.”

They’d take turns whenever an insecurity seemed to pop back up on bad days, whichever notice would help you for hours, making sure you never felt less than with them.

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schlattsdoll · 10 months

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dr. spencer reid headcanons

minors dni

warnings: mentions ofmaeve & general cm violence

spencer x gn! reader

first off, how can we not love this super soft boy ? he deserved all the happiness

anyways, he’s definitely touch starved and doesn’t know how to respond right away if you’re very lovey dovey

his love language is words of affirmation absolutely

HE WOULD LOVE TO READ TO YOU

ugh being curled up on his couch and having him read to you while you wear his hoodies? heaven.

helping him learn to love again and constantly reassuring him nothing bad will happen to you due to what happened to maeve

cosplaying for comic cons together <333

the doctor and rose, crowley & aziraphale, all the cute couples of nerd media

he’s a lil snuggle bug loves to cuddle with you and watch shows when he’s not on a case

loves spending his breaks from teaching traveling with you and seeing the good in the world

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds smut

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avocado-writing · 8 months

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May I have Crowley eating out Nightingale with Crowley getting turned on just from that and trying to hump their leg and maybe some soft dom Nightingale, please? Those headcanons were very interesting XD

notes: yes you absolutely may. this is what crowley needs and deserves. he's a sub.

pairing: crowley x reader (background crowley x reader x aziraphale)

rating: E, minors dni

You both agree it’s better when Aziraphale is there, but when it’s just the two of you it can be pretty damn good too.

Crowley is so needy. He is such a terrible sub but he’s too proud to admit it, so you have to eke it out of him in the act. Right now you’re sitting in an armchair, legs open, his mouth pressed to your sex greedily. You’re the one getting off but there’s no denying how turned on he gets fucking you with his lips and tongue. You tangle your fingers in his hair and pull gently, making him let out a little moan of frustration.

“You’re so good for me, aren’t you, Crowley?”

He looks up, yellow eyes blown black, brows furrowed in desperation to hear your affirmations. You laugh and curl an auburn lock around your forefinger.

“Do you want to get off, hmm?”

He nods from between your legs, pressing into your harder with his mouth to show just how much he wants to both please you and find his release. You gently rearrange how you’re sitting so you can jam your calf between his thighs. He groans into you as you caress his throbbing cock.

“If you’re going to sit at my feet like a dog, you can fuck up against me like one.”

His eyes go comically wide. Yes, you know your demon likes just a little bit of humiliation to contrast the praise, a little bite with the sweetness. He grips your hips tightly and begins to press up against you. With each movement of his tongue you can feel him matching the rhythm with his hips, desperate to make both you and himself come.

He’s doing quite a fine job with that first one. Crowley was made to give oral. He looks so pretty down there, nose grazing your pubic bone, working you with his mouth like his existence depends on it. You caress his cheek with your hand and he looks like he’s going to melt.

“That’s it. You’re such a good little demon, aren’t you? So subservient to me. You’d do anything to get my approval, wouldn’t you? And I love it. I love you.”

Crowley fucks harder into your leg, more rapidly, his cock trapped between himself and your shin. His hand drops from your hip to wrap around your calf and pull it even harder against him, you can feel his thrusts getting uneven and sloppy, and you know he’s close.

“You want to be a pretty little thing and come for me, Crowley?”

That’s enough to press him over the edge. You orgasm as he does, letting him swallow down your release, and you feel the warmth as he comes in his jeans.

He collapses to the floor, dramatic little thing he is. A wave of his hand cleans himself up but you stagger to your feet and then onto him, letting a leg lay either side of his thin torso so you can press your head into his chest. You stroke his hair and he nuzzles into your touch.

“You alright, my love?”

“Very,” he grins.

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whynotjohnlock · 2 months

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Hello! If it’s no trouble to ask could you write a platonic fic or headcanons for good omens?

Like where it’s Aziraphale x Crowley x teen!reader

Maybe something like how would it be to have them as parental figures/parents?

Anyways I hope you have a good rest of your evening!!

(and if you don’t mind could you add something in there about how they’d react if the reader ever came out to them? If not I totally understand!!)

A/N: I love the idea of Aziraphale and Crowley as parents! You didn't really specify what the reader was coming out as, so I made them non-binary, as that's what is most relatable to me!

In the beginning of the story the child is a girl, and they eventually figure out that they aren't a girl at all and tells our favorite angel and demon couple.

P.S (O/N) means old name and (Y/N) means Your current name

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Crowely had never been more angry in his entire life as when he first met (Y/N). Rage burned in his demonic blood and his mellow yellow eyes flickerd into a poisonous red. The only thing stopping him from calling thunder from the sky and creating mass destruction was those little innocent eyes he had met on that sorrowful day.

-Flashback-

Aziraphale had just started to reorganize the book shop, as he did every decade when the papers and memoirs and novels got mixed up beyond the ability to find them. Crowley knew Aziraphale. Without words, without any indication, he knew that the angel would get tired and would want some pastries to snack on before noon. They had been friends for eons together and words were not necessary to convey thought between the pair. Crowley went out to get some pastries because he liked to see the angel's face become soft and happy. The demon loved the way his angel's eyes seemed to cut through any darkness or pain he held.

Just the thought of Aziraphale seemed to brighten his day and a small unnoticeable smile formed on Crowley's face. Mentally he had scolded himself for being a lovesick aardvark and finally got the strength to leave the couch and swagger walk™ out of his flat's door.

A happy juant to his other beloved parked right next to the bookshop and a nice drive latter he arrived to a newly opened bakery.

The bakery itself was rather dull, and he hadn't even cared enough to remember it's name. The whole experience was rather annoying as the shopkeeper kept talking to him when he wanted to order. He stood there for what felt like ages- which considering his age was 6000+ was quite the achievement- bored and annoyed. Couldn't the shopkeeper see he was completely uninterested in conversation? While the shopkeeper was busy ranting on about the economy, the window clicked open on noticed by everyone but him.

From his periphery and under his designer black shades, a small girl that caught his attention as he watched them sneak in through the window soundlessly.

The child silently went up to one of the display racks with croissants and started stuffing them into a little brown worn out backpack to eat later. Whoever this child was, it was clear to Crowley that they would have to be very brave or very desperate or possibly both the rob a bakery in broad daylight.

Still, the shopkeepers were not the wiser as the little gremlin continued to steal their day supply bread and it appeared they would be able to escape unnoticed.

Then the floor creaked, and all eyes turn to the little girl furious and angry. "Thief! Thief! Somebody get her!" The man running the register shouted. In surprise the girl dropped her bag of food and make a run for it.

Crowley always had a soft spot for kids and it was no surprise really to anyone who had actually known him like Aziraphale, that he miracled a chair in the way of the shopkeeper so he 'accidentally' tripped and little girl could getaway.

Falling down in pain the angry man shouts "Ugh, I hate that girl! it's the third time this week! If she does that again I'll call the police to take her away!"

All respect gone for the man working the desk, Crowley decides to order three sandwiches instead of the usual two. Once the food is in his hands, he sets off to find the crafty little thief.

It only really takes 5 minutes for Crowley to find thief girl walking streets alone. "Hey kiddo, you lost?"

The girl looks up at him and surprise and then fear like a broken animal, and from her lips tumble a simple "No mister."

His heart aches, and to appear less threatening he gets down on one knee. "Hey it's all right kiddo I'm not going to hurt you. I even brought you some food."

Crowley gives the tiny human one of the sandwiches to prove he's not a threat. The girl blinks at him and then blinks again and then devours the sandwich like it's the first food she's had in weeks.

Actually, looking at her now it might be. This is the first time Crowley's been able to really observe her and from what he can see it's almost certain she's in a rough situation- which reminds him he hasn't even asked her name yet. "What's your name kiddo?"

The girl blinks once more. "(O/N)"

He hesitates. He doesn't want hell to find out he helped a small defenseless child and certainly doesn't want hastor to use the girl to get him. He looks down at the poor innocent girl who has already finished the sandwich and is eating crumbs off the floor. "I'll walk you home, just show me where you live."

(O/N) nods simply, before taking his hand and walking Eastward for a couple of blocks. She stops at the intersection between two houses. 'Maybe she needs to go in the back door?' Crowley thinks to himself. Alas, despite working for hell, his gut wasn't quite prepared for the twisting sensation when he sees (O/N) gesture to a pile of cardboard boxes.

"This is my super cool box fort!" She says truly proud of her creation and happy, as if this was an okay way of living. "Let me give you the tour!" All Crowley can do is nod dumbly as she excitedly explains her home.

"This is where I sleep! Oh, and this is where I look at the stars through my telescope." Her 'telescope' is a clear glass bottle attached to a thrown out tripod stand. "And this is where-"

Crowley is heartbroken and can't take anymore. He cuts the girl off in a gentle sad tone, "where are your parents kiddo?"

"My parents? Umm, mummy and daddy dropped me off and said they'd be back in an soon."

"When was that kiddo?" Crowley's voice breaks into fragments.

"Um, when they were painting that house red I think. Don't worry though! I'm sure they'll be back soon Mister, just like they promised!"

Crowley knew this side of town well because it was on the way to Aziraphale's house, and recalled they had painted that particular house red a year ago.

A year ago.

What in God's name had this child been through? From the size of a little girl she couldn't have been more than five or six years old.

The little girls face made him hurt so so much because she truly believed that her parents would come back to her even after a year of not being there for her. 365 days of fighting for herself alone just for the basic necessities to grow up; and some how she still had hope they were good people. It hurt that much more in that she reminded him of himself as an angel, naive and hopeful of God and the great plan she had for the universe. Her face held the same smile that Aziraphale had when he believed that Angels were good people. And by Satan and God did it hurt.

His pain fueled his rage and bitterness. Anger at the people who it forsaken the child. Bitterness for the world. Hatred for God and her holier than thou standard. His jaw clenched and fingers turned white from clenching so hard into his fist. Why had she forsaken him? Was he not good enough? Was it because he asked too many questions? God's prophet, Jesus had said time and time again that questioning was part of faith, so that really didn't make sense. The more he thought, the more none of the answers made any sense at all.

The only thing that seemed to make sense was the fact and desire and need to take (O/N) home and keep her safe. He decided he would do what no one else had done for him; he would be there, and he would protect her. He would take her home and answer all the questions she had without ever getting annoyed or angry.

No one deserves to be in trouble just for asking questions. 'It won't happen, not on my watch' he vowed.

He did not swear to God. He did not swear to Satan. Crowley sweard to the only thing that mattered to him, Aziraphale, that he would find a way to convince this little girl to go to his angel's bookshop with him and protect them from all harm.

And he did.

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*Flash forward*

His little girl grew up so fast. She wasn't little anymore. Heck, (Y/N) even a girl anymore.

It god was amazing when they came out. He was so fucking proud that his little thief was brave enough to question there own identity and gender through an incredible mental journey to find the words to represent who they where and had always been. He definitely was not crying when (Y/N) came out, even though Aziraphale had hallucinated and kept insisting that that's what happened.

They had grown into a fiercely independent young adult who had just finished education was pursuing the career of their dreams.

"Are you alright, dear?" An angel snapped him out of his thoughts, and he could have sworn his demonic heart stopped for a second.

"I'm alright, angel. I was just thinking about our little thief."

Aziraphale becomes a mother hen™ "Crowley! How meany times have I told you that they are so much more than a scoundrel who steals money in the night!"

"Angel, (Y/N) likes the nickname, and told me they like it several times!"

"Our starlight deserves a better name!"

Aziraphale had grown to love his starlight as much as he loved his wiley old serpent, with all of himself, truly, madly, and deeply. He read to (Y/N) every night, creating worlds and universes of words for his starlight to laugh and enjoy.

He took them to all his favorite restaurants, for sushi for brioche for crepes and even oysters to taste and try. Only the best for his starlight!

Both angel and demon become extremely serious and angry with one another for a few heartbeats.

Then, they burst out laughing together, unable to continue this silly argument any longer. Crowley falls over on the couch tackling his angel down with him.

They just lie there together completely unable to do anything but keep laughing together in pure unchecked joy.

Aziraphale and Crowley eventually get there giggles out, and hold one another in silence.

Aziraphale whispers softly into Crowley's ear: "I love you, my dear."

Crowley gives a half smirk half smile, "i fORgIvE yOu!"

"You're never going to let that go, are you?"

"Nope!"

"Well, I suppose it's well deserved, but I want you to know that I really do love you more than books and oysters and crepes. I love you more than I can say with words."

"I know, angel. And I really do forgive you for whatever that word mess was. Can we go back to cuddleing?"

"Of course dear."

Crowley and Aziraphale had never felt more at peace with the world than they did with you since you entered their life. They where truly free from hell and heaven to be with one another happy.

They were truely free to be as they always wanted to be;

An Ineffable family.

#ineffable partners #ineffable husbands x reader #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #ineffable spouses #crowly x aziraphale #azirowley #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley good omens #crowly good omens #azicrow #good omens aziraphale #aziraphel #good omens x reader #good omens #good omens season 2 #crowley

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Trial and Error

Fandom: Good Omens Pairing: Ineffable Husbands & Son!Reader Summary: It's all about trial and error, and a lot of error Word Count: 910 Request: @dexpairs-blog: Hey! I just read your ineffable husbands x son!reader fic! It's so good omg!!If you're okay with it could i request some headcanons/or a oneshot (your choice) with them teaching their son how to use his magic or how to fly since they're having a hard time learning A/n: I'm actually considering doing Chicago Med fanfics.

"He is a child!"

"He needs to learn at some point!"

"I'm literally right here."

Aziraphale and Crowley turn to look at you sitting on a chair, sure you looked like a teenager and if that is the form you decide to stay in, you were technically still a babe in the eyes of heaven and hell. You won't actually reach adulthood till a few hundred years old, so, you were the freest child on the whole planet.

"I want to learn," You say optimistically, "I think I'm ready."

"No, absolutely not," Aziraphale exclaim, coming to suffocate you into a hug, your face squished upon his chest as he holds you dear, "You're still a baby, and no baby needs to learn any flying or magic."

"Angel, love," Crowley drawls out, "Don't forget our baby is not normal-"

"Thanks."

"Watch it," Crowley scowls as you can't help but smirk as you wipe the sweat from your face, finally able to breathe from your father's grip, "He's a demon and an angel, so, we want to prove everyone wrong that he is neutral and better than everyone."

"Dad's right, father," You hummed, as Crowley smugly smiles at his husband, "But, father's also correct, what if I'm not ready."

"You literally said two seconds ago that you were ready."

"Now, now," Aziraphale hummed, "We can't force you to do something you're not ready. But, if you want to really start learning then," He sighs defeatedly, "I won't oppose you."

"I want to do it."

"Then it's decided."

"Crowley!" Aziraphale screamed, "Why did you push our child off a building?"

"He's durable."

"Not invincible!"

"Are you guys done arguing?" You asked, you were levitating in the air, looking at your parents, arms crossed over your chest.

There you were flying, sure, to the human eyes they can just see you as levitating, but your parents know better that your wings were the reason for you floating. You looked pretty unscathed as a little annoyed but Aziraphale let out a sigh of relief.

"See, angel, knew he could fly."

"That still doesn't warrant the fact that you pushed him off a building, you're lucky Crowley we're going this in the countryside with the only tall building. Imagine the mess we will have if anyone saw him like this!"

"I originally pushed him out of a window, but that didn't work."

"I almost broke my arm."

"(Y/n), I thought you wouldn't tell him that!"

You shrugged your shoulders, looking bemused as your fathers started to argue, you cannot help but smile at their stupidity before lowing yourself gently and hoping they sort themselves out.

"All you need to do is put your mind to it."

"As if I haven't heard that a million times already," You grumbled under your breath.

"What was that?" Aziraphale turns to look at you confused, almost intrigued with what you said.

You flush in embarrassment, "Nothing, father."

"Alright!" He claps his hands, rubbing them before placing them gently on his lap, "All you need is to focus on what you want to do, say, you were to turn the lights on. Then, you just need to think about lights being on and snap your fingers."

"Easier said than done," You huffed, as you looked at your father with a tired expression, "And this is super easy stuff, why can't I do it?"

"Hey," Your father coos softly, "You're still young, my boy, all we can do is try. Plus, your powers probably haven't come through yet, so there isn't a need to be sad about it."

"I guess..."

"Alright, why don't we try it again? And if not, why don't you get some rest."

You let out one last sigh as you turn to look at the lantern before you, you look at it in disgust as if you wanted to burst the lightbulb within it. You raised your dominant hand before snapping your fingers, what you were expecting was a defeated fizzle that the light attempted to turn on or nothing to happen, but what happened instead was the bulb smashing.

"Oh, dear!"

"Well, that worked," You say with little enthusiasm, as your father looks at you inquisitively, "I was getting annoyed and I couldn't get it out of my mind that I just wanted it to smash than actually turn it on."

"Well..." Aziraphale trailed off, "I guess it did work, well done my boy."

"Thanks, father!"

"You know, I heard him praying last night," Aziraphale hummed, stirring his tea as Crowley rolled his eyes, "I don't know who to."

"Well, you don't exactly pray to the devil," Crowley replied sarcastically as Aziraphale gives him a look, "I'm just saying, anyway, where is this going?"

"Maybe, we're pushing him too hard," Aziraphale expressed, sighing as he sat down next to his lover, "I heard him praying for his powers to be there, he doesn't want us to be disappointed in him."

"Maybe we are too hard on him."

"Yes, exactly, and he's still a babe, there are many years ahead to let him learn his powers, control them and use them. I don't think we need to rush him at all."

"Then, it's decided, we will talk to him about it."

Aziraphale let out a noise of satisfaction, "Well, this is a first for you, to talk things out."

Crowley simply gives him a smile, "You're lucky I love you and our son."

"Aren't we lucky?"

#good omens x male reader #good omens imagine #good omens #anthony j crowley x male reader #crowley x male reader x aziraphale #anthony j crowley imagine #aziraphale x male reader #aziraphale imagine #x male reader #platonic

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david-tennant-addict · 5 months

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I’m gonna try to write some fan fic so if y’all have any requests I’m doing these fandoms

For the requests you need to add either a headcannon or scenario if it’s not a headcannon list request!

Broadchurch (Alec)

Doctor who (9 and 10)

Good omens (Crowley, Aziraphale, Hastur, fur fur)

Tf2 (any tf2 character except soldier, scout, and spy. And pyro only sfw)

Half Life (Gordon Freeman, Barney)

HLVRAI (Gordon FEETman, benry, Tommy, Bubby, coomer)

Overwatch (any character)

Spiderverse (Miguel, spidernoir)

Ofmd (Stede, Ed, Izzy)

What We Do in The Shadows {movie} (Viago, Anton, deacon,Vlad )

I do character x reader (any gender reader!) I do not do character x character Srry

I do fluff, smut headcanons, HC alphabet, and a lil angst but not too much. At the moment I’m just writing headcanons and not full fics

#alec hardy x reader #furfur #hastur good omens #good omens crowley x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #aziraphale x reader

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the-autistic-vulcan · 29 days

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A Hot Date (Furfur x Angel!Reader Headcanons)

Request by anon: Hello! Could you maybe write some Furfur x Angel!Reader headcanons on what they did after they started dating? (All fluff) Like small things they do for eachother or with eachother

Summary: just some cute headcanons about you, an angel, and Furfur, a demon dating each other - y'know, the usual shenanigans

Warning(s): none i think

a/n: treat this as a part 2 to the previous Furfur x Angel!Reader

where to even start?

well, for one, y'all had to sneak around your respective head offices before even planning to go anywhere

thus dates had to be short and sweet - whether it was having a meal at your place or going for a short walk around Regents Park

Personal Headcanon: You reside in a living space above Aziraphale's bookshop

omg he gets you flowers - not a specific kind, just anything he found pretty

"i didn't know which ones you liked, so...i bought...all of them..."

"dearie, that's terribly sweet, but...did you have to take the whole stand?"

"i used my own money this time if that fixes anything..."

you both like to read - given Furfur isn't very good at spelling, he can recite poetry like the back of his hand

he loves it when he stays around a little longer than he needs to, especially if it adds a bit of edge into your relationship

"dearie, you need to leave. Aziraphale will be back any minute-"

"but i don't want to. if i get caught, let me get caught."

despite his innate selfish nature, he is actually very selfless - he loves you to the moon an back, despite only knowing of you since the '40s

you make his world a little less darker - he suffered underappreciation and bro is desperate for a promotion

but your relationship is a promotion in itself

HOLDING HANDS

kissing - eskimo kisses, quick pecks, full on making out, even a little bit of love biting here and there

there are more times Crowley had accidentally walked in on your two on your romantic escapades (she just wishes it was him and his angel IM SORRY)

Aziraphale kind of knows what's happening, but he just assumes you guys are "very helpful allies"....yeah, sure

that is until He and Crowley walk into the bookshop to see you both on the armchair - Furfur on your lap and you clinging to him

"Allies?"

"...To be fair, dear, they're very good at hiding it..."

y'all are cute. i want what you guys have.

#good omens #furfur x reader #furfur good omens #angel!reader #reece shearsmith

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