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Good Omentober Day 25 - The Hellhound

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Crowley discovers his soft side on an unconventional assignment from Hell and lives to tell the tale to Aziraphale years later.

Crowley had found himself in quite an interesting situation. Things had been painfully dull on Earth since Jesus’ crucifixion and he was craving something new to do. That’s how he ended up getting assigned to work in the beasts' department for a six-month stint while another demon was predisposed to causing havoc on Earth. Right now, he was cradling what was one day going to be a large, vicious hellhound in his arms and watching as its tail wagged eagerly for a small taste of the puppy milk he had in a bottle in his other hand.

“Aren’t you a cutie, little Dondun?” Crowley cooed, gently scratching behind the dog’s ears.

Crowley would die inside if anyone saw him like this but he couldn’t help but melt in the presence of a litter of puppies, even if they were Hellhounds. This one in particular held a special place in his heart. He was the runt of a little of 3 and had been entirely abandoned by his mother. Crowley spent all his time with the little one, willing it to grow up lovely and strong.

Over the next month, Crowley would nurture and play with the puppy but he seemed stunted. The demon wouldn’t admit it but he was really worried about him. He was barely half the size of his brothers and Crowley knew if he didn’t improve soon, his life would be short-lived.

“Come on Donnie, you gotta eat,” Crowley sighed, nudging the bowl of demonic kibble towards the weak dog.

Today was particularly bad. Dondun hadn’t even moved all day, curled up in the far corner of the kennel, shaking in the cool. Crowley gently ran his hand along the back of the dog, slowly resigning himself to the fact that Dondun likely wouldn’t survive the night despite his best efforts.

He picked up the puppy and cradled him as he had many times before, gently petting his head and a few tears began to streak his cheeks, “I’ve got you, Donnie. You go when you’re good and ready.”

Crowley spent the entire night there with the puppy. Dondun took his final raspy breath in the demon’s arms and for the next week, Crowley was numb.

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It had taken a very long time for Crowley to forget about Donnie. He swore off ever caring about dogs ever again, deciding it was too cruel to trust an animal with his heart.

Aziraphale however, was not aware of this fact when he brought home a bright eyed, fluffy-tailed Border Collie that he’d adopted on a whim. The dog sat obediently at the door to the bookshop, just behind Aziraphale and Crowley could see the dog's big brown eyes that felt so familiar

The dog let out a small yap before breaking past Aziraphale to run to Crowley. Surprised by this, Crowley jumped up, prepared to defend himself from the attacker.

Instead, the dog just licked Crowley’s hand and its tail was wagging excitedly.

The demon bent down to meet the dog at its level. It didn’t take any major miracle to see what was happening. Behind the dog's eyes were the remnants of the soul of a small hellhound that never got to see the world. Behind this Collie’s eyes were the remaining shards of Donnie.

The emotions returned as a flood and Crowley couldn’t hide the tears from Aziraphale as he held the dog in a haphazard hug, his hand gently mussing up the fur around the Collie’s neck.

“Well, it seems like you two will get on just swimmingly!” Aziraphale gushed.

“It’s like I’ve known him my whole life,” Crowley chuckled slightly between the tears, scratching the rough fur around his neck, “We’ve been together since the start, haven’t we Donnie?”

Aziraphale was confused at that, having not even named the dog himself but he was just so pleased to see Crowley being actually vulnerable for once, he didn’t want to interrupt. The Collie was all over Crowley, having now pinned him on the floor of the bookshop to scatter licks all over the demon’s face.

Aziraphale thought that Crowley would surely put a stop to this any moment now.

But he didn’t.

Crowley knew about reincarnation, everyone did, but he didn’t assume it extended to things like hellhounds. He would’ve thought they’d be labelled as too devious to deserve a second life yet here Dondun was, in front of him with those same big eyes and the same excitement, just a different body. He even yapped like the little hellhound he knew.

“Where did you find him?” Crowley asked slowly, suddenly fearing his companion would be cruelly ripped away from him once again.

“In the shelter!” Aziraphale declared proudly. He originally went looking for a cat after seeing one in a cafe that he was doting over but once he met the excitable dog he simply couldn’t resist, “I thought the bookshop could use a little more life.”

“I can’t believe you’d ever volunteer to get something that could hurt your precious books,” Crowley laughed weakly, wrapping his arms around the dog.

“Well I had planned to train him but it seems he’s taken quite a liking to you already. And you already gave him a name!” The angel fussed playfully.

“It’s always been his name. Dondun. Donnie is much nicer though,” Crowley corrected.

“Always?” The angel queried.

That’s how Crowley ended up sitting down with Aziraphale and Donnie and explaining his brief stint in the Beasts department. He told Aziraphale all about Donnie’s mother and how he was abandoned. He recounted the late nights he spent nursing the pup and he also recalled the heartbreak of Donnie’s death.

The angel and the demon housed many dogs in the bookshop after that point. Many breeds, all living entirely different lives but each one had the same big brown eyes. It always hurt when another pup would eventually leave their lives but Crowley held the small comfort in his heart that Donnie would always find his way back home, their souls irrevocably linked.

#good omens #crowley #good omens 2 #good omentober #anthony j crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #ao3 fanfic #aziraphale x crowley

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ayarsi · 7 months

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Good Omentober + Fictober (3)

Good Omentober Day 3 - the fall

Fictober Prompt #25 - "Do I look like I knew that?"

Fanfiction - Good Omens

Rating - G

Tags - Angst (slight)

Pov - Crowley

(another super late post)

If it is a Sin

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If it is a sin to love you, then I am truly a sinner--I cannot deny that. But God, why create this kind of love if it ends up a sin?

Nonetheless, should the Son descend to the world for the Second Coming and should they decide to cleanse it of sinners, then I stand and present myself first so I may finally be relieved of any more hiding. I shall show you all that I, who sides with neither heaven nor hell; a being who has existed for longer than the beginning, am capable of experiencing what makes humanity.

I am capable to feel, more than any of them above and below. I feel longing, hurt, I feel vulnerable. I tempt and I am tempted. I am feared and I fear--for myself, for another, and for Earth. I am questioned- Am I prohibited from doing the same?

If it is also a sin to question the higher authority, do I look like I knew that? I only ever asked questions. I even asked nicely. I fell for asking questions, but why didn’t they? They who questioned my validity, why didn’t they so much as burn a single feather or turn a piece of their heavenly selves gray?

And if falling marks me a sinner, again, I cannot deny that. I am a fallen angel but I do not side with the hellish demon. If a demon I must be, I will take the trait of detesting God.

God. God? Are you there? Are you listening? Was it really that necessary? Is it all in your Great Plan, Ineffable plan? To forever cast me away from those that I cherish? An ineffable punishment, really. But oh, you couldn’t have done something a little less cruel?

For God’s-

For Satan’s-

For somebody’s-

For MY sake. For my sake, I love. I-

I love-

I.. fell for him, all the way back then, underneath a canopy of feathers above my head and with a view of two lovers fending for themselves. Those lovers, aren’t they a mirror of him and I?

I love- No, love is nothing but a word. It does not encompass what this is. And yet, I love him.

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But why didn’t he?

…

Does he?

#fictober23 #good omentober #my fic #gomens #gomens2 #good omens #the fall #crowley #crowley x aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #anthony j crowley #light angst #love

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