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profeyandere · 7 months

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𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐘 ─── ☾ 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

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Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Aziraphale x Human!Reader, Crowley x Human!Reader, Crowley x Aziraphale

Warning: Angst, insecurities and spoilers from season 2

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

Your mind was a complete basilisk, not as much as Maggie and Nina's, but enough to make you feel powerless after having witnessed before your eyes a battle between angels and demons in which you participated with the other two humans who, like you, they had decided to stay by Aziraphale's side to face the enemies who, unintentionally, had entered the bookstore in order to take with them the archangel missing from Heaven that you, the angel and the demon had kept hidden between the varied walls of the large bookstore belonging to the man with greenish eyes; It was an enriching experience because you played babysitter for a supernatural entity from Heaven who had the appearance of an adult man over fifty years old and with the mental age of a child of seven or eight. They were very approximate ages, and perhaps the example, or assumption, that you had made about Gabriel was exaggerated, but at least that's how you felt during the last days that he remained in your care. You ended up exhausted, and that was evident by the way your body moved stumbling around the bookstore after putting Jim to bed each day, who was the same person as Gabriel but without memories. The image of your delicate body against the sofa was something that Aziraphale and Crowley would never be able to forget and that they would cherish with all their hearts because, even though they were both supernatural entities and did not have the same needs as an ordinary human, many sometimes they forgot about your mortal condition and went so far as to ignore that you needed to sleep just like the rest of the living beings on Earth did; That did not mean that they did not care about you resting properly, they simply sometimes overlooked what your body and you needed to keep you completely alive and full of energy.

Spending so much time with the two men brought with it many things, both good and bad. You didn't know them in the same way that they already did, no, but your first meeting had happened a couple of years before Armageddon, where you met that duo that hit you hard in the face with the door of the Ritz, the restaurant that Aziraphale liked so much and that you had been so fascinated by since you heard about it. You were leaving the premises when, while both men were arguing about God knew what, the demon pushed the door with such force without paying attention to whether anyone was willing to leave the establishment that the huge glass of the door hit your face and caused you to small rows of blood came out of your nose caused by the blow your nose had received; There was no need to add how much the angel cared about the state you were in and how ashamed the demon was for having hurt you.

It was from then on that the three of you began to see each other at the same time at the Ritz, every Wednesday, and, eventually, it only took a couple of 'miracles' for you to become an inseparable trio, despite the differences that were supposed to prevent that a friendly relationship would take place between you. It seemed very strange to you then that you always agreed with them, but you didn't take it much importance either because of how good and accompanied they made you feel; you were home with both of them, no matter where you were physically.

It was Aziraphale, Crowley, and you against the world. So it was perfect and wonderful.

"Miss, Miss!" Exclaimed a voice close to you, Maggie's.

A small smile couldn't help but settle on your face. That sweet woman with golden hair had brought a lot of happiness and encouragement to your life after being Aziraphale's tenant; She was one of the women who had understood you best from the moment she saw you enter her store holding the arm of the angel, always looking with curiosity at her merchandise and being one of the few trustworthy clients who still bought records for her collection. She wondered then, the first time she saw you if you and the white-haired man were a couple in love who only took care of their adorable bookstore that was located in the middle of the long avenue. But she quickly discovered that you were just two friends completely fond of each other who shared an exquisite taste for old and classical music and vinyl records.

"Maggie, I have told you on countless occasions to call me by my name," you said before turning around and being able to face the blonde who had left the bookstore in the company of Nina, the woman who owned the cafeteria that was in front of the establishment of one of your best friends, making your surprise even greater at having to talk about something in front of her too. "Wow. You've cornered me. Something happens?"

Both women looked at each other for a moment and, although talking to Crowley had been easy for them due to their little knowledge of him and the little relationship they had with him, talking to you about the same topic was going to be a little more complicated. They didn't know you well, they knew that you were the woman who accompanied the short, pleasant man from the bookstore and the taller, grumpier man who drove a Bentley, and you had frequently passed by the coffee shop of one and the record store of the other, so you were more than just a regular customer because of the conversations you occasionally had with them, and that was why bringing up the topic of conversation was going to be so complex for both of them. The two looked at each other for a moment as they tried to find the right words and, although Maggie wanted to approach the subject as carefully as possible because she didn't know how you would react to bringing something so delicate to light, she was aware that it would be very difficult to make you understand what they wanted to tell you if they thought about the matter a lot; Everything was so simple and, at the same time, too complicated.

"We know," Nina said quickly when she saw how your face contorted into a look full of confusion and concern as you saw how the blonde opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water. Her intervention saved Maggie, but it only made your eyes drift towards her in curiosity and surprise at the sudden raising of her voice that caused the attention of other passersby to focus on her. "I mean, we know what's happening. We have gotten the idea after everything we have been through these last few days, and I think you are as aware as we are."

"What?"

Maggie ducked her head to try to control the laugh that was about to escape her lips. You didn't understand the reason for her action. You simply found her way of acting strange and the signs so non-obvious that they sounded almost Chinese to you; You didn't understand what they wanted to tell you, and unless they were willing to explain better what they had supposedly noticed in you, you were going to continue to have a question mark on the top of your head.

"What Nina means is that we know what happens between you, Mr. Fell, and Mr. Crowley," the blonde indicated once she had calmed down, making you frown suddenly. Deep down, you hoped it wouldn't be so noticeable, but it seemed like it was as obvious as the sun appearing every day in the east and falling in the west. "The problem, as we have commented to Mr. Crowley, is that none of you three speak specifically about that topic."

"Are we really going to discuss this here, in the middle of the street, without me being too drunk to talk freely about it?" you asked, interrupting Maggie in a slightly rude way. "If it's that obvious, then neither of them is aware of my feelings or, if that happens, it's a clear rejection that they're putting forward. No one has mentioned anything about a love that has settled in their hearts, nor the fact that they feel unconditional affection for me."

"It is precisely the lack of communication that is the central problem of your relationship," the brunette intervened, making your sharp gaze now directed at her person, being able to notice in her eyes how she wanted to demonstrate to you that point that they were trying to point out to you with so much impetus. "You are the inseparable trio. You need each other. You are a team of three, and I think the love you feel for others is more than evident. You can't deny me that. It's obvious."

"And what do you want me to do?" You questioned, shrugging your shoulders. "Do you want me to go into the bookstore and tell them how much I love them, that I have wanted to be in their arms all these years, and that the only thing I long for is their happiness? Do you think that this is a fairy tale and that with a kiss I will convince them that I am enough for both of them and that it is worth it for them to be here, with me, instead of choosing their respective sides?"

Nina and Maggie looked at each other for a second before nodding in slight confusion. They knew that Aziraphale was an angel, the halo trick made that pretty clear, and the appearance of the demons and their slight resemblance to Crowley made them assume that he was a demon, and they quickly assumed that you were like them seeing that none of them both sides mentioned or needed you in some way; at least you were completely normal in that world full of madness.

"Yes," they stated in unison.

"And Mr. Crowley is waiting for you," Nina continued, gently turning her head towards the bookshop window where the tall, slender body of the demon could be seen facing the shorter, stockier angel, seeing how the former seemed to move doubtfully the time his mouth opened and closed. It was as if Crowley was talking to Aziraphale about something, something really important. Your eyes, completely focused on the different bodies of those who were and were your best friends, began to shine with intensity thanks to the small rays of sun that began to affect them, finally discovered behind the soft movement of the clouds to allow a small path of light will make its way through the passers-by to guide you towards the bookshop; that scene almost seemed to have been made on purpose for you, to take you to what would be your last destination to achieve the purest happiness. You almost felt like you were in a romantic or comedy movie. You could even laugh at the absurd situation you were imagining. With agile and quick steps, taking care that no car was in the way to hit you, you crossed the street to approach the door of the bookshop, inadvertently colliding in the process with a man of your height who simply looked at you askance almost in a defiant and disgusted way; You swore you had seen him before, but you were unable to pinpoint where specifically, but his sharp gaze gave you a strange chill that made your hair stand on end. You didn't give it any more importance either. Finally, reaching the steps that would lead you into the bookstore, you looked one last time at Nina and Maggie, who were smiling at you encouragingly from across the street, giving you the push you needed to get inside the store.

That bookshop, so wide and calm, so full of light and love, evoked a big smile in you as if a ray of hope had bathed your person and had caused a comforting feeling to settle in you. You were at peace, calm, and all thanks to the encouragement you had received from one moment to the next from the woman who owned the cafeteria and the woman in charge of the record store. Your footsteps were deaf, you weren't even able to hear them thanks to the carpet that decorated the main entrance, but you could feel the slight tension in the environment because of what both the angel and the devil were discussing before your arrival. Seeing Aziraphale's broad back and Crowley's soft locks of reddish hair gave you that boost you knew you needed, you were finally ready to talk to them; You were finally going to declare your feelings to the two men in your life, your little angel and your demon.

Crowley's sigh stopped your steps when you were about to step on the creaking wood of the establishment, making you stay in the shadows that the high shelves of the library provided you to remain hidden.

"Oh, God, right," the demon muttered between his teeth while he turned around on himself and tried to compose himself from what the angel said. The way he acted surprised you slightly. "I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say. I think I'd better say now." He began, stopping again while he tried to embolden himself and pick up the last hope he had after what Aziraphale had told him, trying to find an opportunity for him to stay there. "We've known each other for a long time. We've been on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you, and you could always rely on me. We're a team, a group. Group of the two of us. And we've spent our existence pretending that we aren't."

Crowley's words caused your heart to stop beating. You didn't want to fully believe his words because, after all, you were important to them, right? You were a group of three, right?

"I mean, the last few years not really" the redhead continued, stopping again as he took a deep breath and tried to hold back the tears that had begun to well up. "I mean, if Gabriel and Beelzebub can ledo it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us. We don't need Heaven, we don't need Hell, they're toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us,” he declared. "You and me, what do you say?"

"Come with me, to Heaven," the white-haired man intervened, quickly approaching his demonic counterpart, leaving just a small space for both of them. "I'll run it, you can be my second in command. We can make a difference."

"We can't leave her," Crowley whispered with grief and pain, looking intensely into the green eyes of the angel who only smiled softly at him.

"Oh, Crowley," Aziraphale murmured, smiling sadly and shrugging his shoulders. "Nothing lasts forever."

With those words, you felt a weight settle in your heart, and a wave of nausea suddenly came over you. You refused to think that those words had come from the mouth of your little angel, your Aziraphale.

"No, I don't suppose it does," the demon denied, causing the last hope you had to collapse.

You were a mere mortal, Gabriel had already warned you two years ago when he found you on the side of Aziraphale and Crowley when you tried to help them stop Armageddon at the last minute, but you preferred to ignore all the negative aspects of what could have been your relationship only for them. For what they had always made you feel, for those wonderful memories that you treasured with affection, and the feelings that you had gradually developed towards them. You had taken into account that great difference in years between you and them, including how their relationship was much closer to what you could ever develop with them, but you worked hard to earn a place in their enormous hearts, and you believed you had achieved. You had many doubts, and insecurities, that approached you at the moment they declared that they were an angel and a demon because of the fear you felt that they would see another human in you when there were others more beautiful or intelligent who could understand them better, you even had fear when thinking about your mortality and how at any moment you could disappear from their lives by suffering a sudden death or the pain they would feel with your loss, but it was those affectionate hugs from Aziraphale and Crowley's soft smiles that made everyone doubt vanished when you were with them.

But you had to be realistic. It was never you three, but the two of them.

When Armageddon happened, they both walked away and you were so afraid that you spent several nights crying for the sudden abandonment of both beings. Although you hadn't seen it, they had both been terrified of losing you at the End of the World and while Aziraphale was involved in tirelessly searching for the Antichrist, Crowley just wanted to find a perfect planet for you to inhabit with them in case that everything went wrong; They did not want to lose their human, the perfect creature of God who had stolen their hearts. Of course, once the angel possessed your body and you were able to face the possible end with them, they confessed their angelic and demonic nature to you, and that was when you finally felt the weight of your heart fade away.

But now there was no longer a 'you'. Now, there was only 'them'.

Aziraphale and Crowley heard the loud slam of the bookshop door, making them both approach the door to see who the person had entered, but seeing your sweet and gentle face completely covered in tears broke their hearts and souls in pieces.

You had not been able to face reality, and you had lost your angel and your demon forever. They would never choose you over Heaven, their true home.

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coal15 · 5 months

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Just finished the first draft of Ch.10 of my Good Omens fic All Roads Lead Back. This chapter is a bit different because it's mostly backstory of a new OC. I thought of the idea like a month ago and I knew exactly how I was going to introduce her. I'm hoping to have it locked and posted w/in the next couple of days. So, here's a little excerpt:

Once upon a time an Angel was sent to a small town about an hours' drive outside of London to monitor and protect the local squirrel population until further notice. Why? Well, the longer she remained there, the more she suspected literally no reason at all besides Gabriel’s desire to show the Almighty what a tight ship he was running. Everyone occupied with tasks and missions. Or maybe the pompous dick just didn’t like her. A squirrel or two occasionally stopped to socialise, but mostly they just squirrelled about in proper squirrel fashion and paid her no mind.

Her only escape from the boredom was gardening and music. When weather allowed, she would fling open the doors and windows of her small cottage and blast Fleetwood Mac, Bowie, Blondie, or whatever, whilst she tending to flowerbeds. Generally no one complained about this habit of hers because the homes in her village had a decent amount of space between them, so it wasn't like she was blowing out anyone’s eardrums. Besides, they all appreciated her taste in music. With one exception.

. . . “The Sex Pistols were not well received,” the Angel says with a giggle as Aziraphale and Crowley listen to her story with tingling curiosity. “So I removed them from my gardening soundtrack rotation right away.”

“That was very polite of you,” Aziraphale says with a smart nod, quite certain he also would not appreciate the musical stylings of a band called The Sex Pistols.

. . . One day the Angel was weeding between the peonies and primrose when a handsome young man who often roamed about with his dog wandered over to the fence around her little patch of the world. “No music today?” He asked with a gentle smile.

“Nah. I need to replace the needle on my record player, it scratched up Miles Davis pretty bad the other day. But I probably should have replaced it ages ago, so. Joke’s on me.”

“Bummer.” The man’s smile went from gentle to shy. “I, uh, when I take Pippin out for walks I usually go by this place just to hear what you’re playing. You have killer taste.”

“I get that a lot.” Something about the man’s smile made her insides feel warm.

“Have you heard of Cyndi Lauper? She’s pretty new.”

The Angel flipped through her mental catalogue and came up empty. “Ummmmm, I don’t think so.”

“You should check her out. She’s got, like, the most unique voice.”

“I’ll add it to my list.” Ask his name! She shouted at herself with a bizarre urgency she didn’t quite understand. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

“Allan. And I already know your name-not in a creepy way!” He yelped the moment he said the words and heard how they sounded. “But, you’re, y’know the Garden Music Girl. You’re kinda . . . known. Around here. In general.”

The Angel didn’t know what to say. She bit the corner of her lip as her insides got even warmer and she wondered what Allan’s favourite food was. If it’s pizza I know a great spot, I could take him there. And maybe a pint at Salty Dog if he-

“I am so stupid!” Allan interrupted her inner dialogue. “Christ, what an idiot! I can get you a great deal on a new needle. Or hell, a whole new player if you want. My family runs a record shop in London.”

. . . . “Zoe!” Aziraphale cuts off the story with a sharp gasp when he makes the connection, then turns to Crowley. “Darling, this is Maggie’s mother!”

Crowley tilts an ear closer to Aziraphale, wondering if perhaps he misheard. “How’s that?”

A fond expression washes over Zoe’s face as she thinks back on her mortal days. “It took me a minute to realise I was in love with Allan but as soon as I did, unplugging from Heaven so we could grow old together and have kids was the easiest decision I ever made.”

“And as a human, you never . . .”

“Nope.” Zoe shook her head. “I had no idea you were an Angel. To me you were just the sweet, quirky guy who owned our building."

********to read Chapter One, go HERE

#Good Omens #crowley x aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #Aziraphale #Crowley #David Tennant #Michael Sheen #Neil Gaiman #This chapter is basically backstory on an OC #I'm quite proud of her #and how she fits into the Good Omens universe

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