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book-place · 11 months

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Fears and Facing Them

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

Pairings: Ineffable Husbands x daughter reader

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

Request by: @popfishjr

*not my gif*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Snake, papa!” You cried, “Snake!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ineffable Husbands 😇- @popfishjr @etanordoesbullsh1t

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willyoubethepookietomypookster · 8 months

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"Dad!!!"

Aizraphale x Crowley x teen reader (platonic obvi)

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh! No, they're just-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dad!!!" You whine.

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

"Whats going on here?" Crowley says.

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

"What'd you do?" Aizraphale asks.

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

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

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

"Whatever do you mean-"

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Breakfast at the Ritz?" Crowley suggests.

"Breakfast at the Ritz." Aizraphale confirms.

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

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itsmepage · 3 months

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Robin hood

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

Domesticated found family fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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strangesthirdeye · 8 months

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Aziraphale: *hears something from Crowley's plant room*

Also Aziraphale: *went to the plant room to see what happened*

Crowley: *smirks while holding baby Y/n in front of a trembling trees*

Baby Y/n:*babbling angrily while swinging her hands in the air** ISH DATH A SPOT?! U MAKE PAPA SAD!

Crowley: *laughs out loud* That's what papa wants, Angel!

Aziraphale:... now I see

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

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mybookstorecarlovinghusbands · 8 months

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

Aziraphale, blushing: Okay.

Y/n: It's fucking summer.

Them:

Y/n:

#third wheeling or teenage daughter?#you decide #good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #good omens incorrect quotes #crowley good omens #good omens crowley #good omens imagine #incorrect good omens #incorrect good omens quotes #incorrect quotes #good omens 2 #good omens aziraphale #aziraphale good omens #good omens x reader

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 1 year

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What if Crowley(spn) had a kid and the Winchester’s almost kill them? What would/how Crowley do/react and what would the Winchester’s do?🤔

That’s My Goddamn Daughter!

Team Free Will x cambion!reader

When Castiel locates another cambion, potentially with the power to kill a knight of hell, he and the Winchesters go after her but then Crowley shows up claiming she’s his daughter.

Warnings: MOC Dean, mentions of rape but really just misunderstandings, blood, concussions, I have no medical knowledge, swearing, reader gets knocked out a lot lol

WC: 2.2k

A/N: I kind of want to do a part 2 to this. What do you guys think?

Minors DNI

“I’m sorry what? Can you repeat that?” Castiel sighed, slightly exacerbated. He thought he explained the situation pretty well. Dean’s eyes were wide in both shock and disbelief and Sam just looked exhausted.

“Like I said before, there is another cambion in existence and she could be the answer to the Mark.” Dean swallowed the last of his now warm beer and glowered at the angel.

“And you didn’t think to tell us this before now?”

“Dean.” Sam started but the elder held up his hand to stop him. Cas sighed, mentally preparing himself for a classic Dean tirade that always seemed to come when he presented the brothers with a new lead.

“You’re hiding things from us, lying. How do we even know if this so-called cambion is the real deal? Why didn’t she show up before?” The angel’s eyes rolled, why did they have such trouble understanding?

“There was a spell concealing her from the angels’ view but for some reason, that spell is now gone. I assumed it was tied to someone in her family, possibly the parent that was a demon. But now, that demon is dead so the spell is gone.” Sam seemed to accept that answer but Dean was more skeptical.

“So what do we do if we do find this girl? Just ask her to come back with us for tea and cake? She most likely knows that daddy dearest was a demon and might want revenge and we are probably the ones that did it or we know them. So what then?”

Sam leaned against the war room table beside his brother. “Dean’s right. Remember that kid Jesse, he had a whole town under his thumb without even thinking about it and he was just a kid. What could an adult with an obviously powerful parent do?” Dean nodded along and Cas had the distinct urge to smite them both.

“We need to take that chance. She might be our best shot at killing Cain without the First Blade.” Dean huffed, still clearly miffed at being so blatantly brushed off by the angel.

“Alright fine but you can’t get mad at me when I say I told you so when this inevitably goes wrong.” He shrugged and Cas smirked slightly, happy to get his way.

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“Well that was easier than expected.” Dean sulked, sitting on the motel room bed pouting like a child. The woman had been easy to find, in fact it was too easy. She was a goddamn librarian in a small town where everyone knew her face.

No locks on her doors, no weapons in the house. She welcomed them in with open arms after Sam fed her their story of being lost and needing directions. She gave them pie and lemonade, answering every question they asked, including Dean’s flirtatious ask about a boyfriend.

Her head dipped and she avoided eye contact as she shyly replied that no, she didn’t have a boyfriend. Sam smacked Dean upside the head for that when she wasn’t looking. Cas, getting sick of the circling conversation mixed with too much human lust, had stepped forward and knocked her out with his grace.

He caught her soft body as she crumpled, ignoring the pointed looks the brothers sent him. “She would’ve come willingly.” Sam pointed out but Cas replied with a simple, “There isn’t enough time for you two to ‘convince’ her.”

Sam blushed and Dean just smirked, too proud of himself. They quickly smuggled her out to the car and started the long journey home. Now, they were taking a break for the night and Dean watched as the girl slept on, blissfully unaware of everything going on in the world.

“She really doesn’t seem demonic. She’s just-“

“Nice.” Dean finished his brother’s sentence for him, saying the word like it disgusted him. “Are you sure she’s the half-breed we want?” Again, Castiel was questioning why his destiny was intertwined with the Winchesters. Y/N shifted in her sleep, curling up on her side cutely, giving out a large sigh.

Cas stood at the foot of the bed, intensely watching the men who flanked her on both sides, like guards watching over their ward. “I can sense her power, it is far greater than any other cambion. Her blood has old magic in it, she is quite possibly descended from a natural witch.”

Sam froze, his entire body going stiff with surprise. “I’m sorry, so this girl is a product of a natural witch and a demon.” Cas shook his head, arms crossing over his chest.

“No, the magic is too deluded for the witch to be her mother or father, it is more likely that it is her grandparent.” Sam’s eyes flicked down to the girl, somehow already feeling incredibly protective of her. She was by far the kindest person he had met in a very long time, how could she have such evil in her blood? But he was wary, both because of her power and the fear of what could happen should she succumb to that power. He knew that feeling, that rush from demon blood, how addicting it could be.

Dean could feel the heat radiating from her body as she rolled closer to him. The mark was quiet around her, soothed like a feral cat getting love for the first time in its life. But how dark could she get, what was she capable of? And who in the hell was her demonic parent?

“We should keep moving. If we found her so quick, there’s no telling who else would be coming after her.” Cas nodded and fluttered away, presumably to ensure that no demons had followed them.

Dean moved away from her as quickly as he could, a curling in his gut making him feel like he should be repulsed by her but her presence also called to him. He fished a half-drunk bottle of whiskey from his duffle bag and settled himself in the chair in the far corner of the room. “Get some shut eye, I’ll take first watch.”

Sam pulled a ratty blanket over top of her, careful to not wake her and took a seat on the other bed. “Do you think this could work?” Silence settled over the brothers.

“It’s our only shot.” And with that, Sam settled back against the thin pillows, keen to get any rest he could to escape his swirling thoughts.

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A rattling woke Dean from his alcohol induced slumber. With a groan, he lifted his head from the back of the chair he had accidentally fallen asleep on. His neck screamed in pain but that was nothing compared to the throbbing in his arm.

The mark burned and the rattling became louder. His green eyes fluttered open, only able to see vague shapes in the dark room. A shadow stood by the door, their hand on the knob, desperately trying to open it. “Please please please.” Her voice was filled with tears and a panic that made his heart lurch in his chest.

“Sweetheart.” The sound of his own voice made her work even faster at trying to open the door, but it was of no use. She screamed and Dean bolted forward. Moving faster than even he could comprehend, he grabbed her, wrapping a large palm over her mouth to keep her from making any more noise.

Her back hit the mattress with an exhale of air through her nose. Her eyes were wide with panic, her breathing quickening becoming erratic as his muscular body settled between her plump thighs, shoving her skirt up her legs. She tried to grab at Dean’s shoulders to shove him off but using his free hand he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

Tears rolled down her temples, wetting the sheets below them. “I’m not going to hurt you. You need to trust me.” Her head shook furiously beneath his hold, on the edge of hysterics.

“Dean?” Sam muttered sleepily, sitting up in the bed. “What’s going on?” His hair stuck up in all different directions as he lazily looked around the room. His eyes landed on the situation in front of him and everyone froze.

Suddenly, the room exploded. With no hesitation, Sam launched himself at his older brother and tackled him to the floor. “What the hell were you doing!” Dean thrashed violently.

“She was trying to run! I had to stop her.”

Sam snarled. “Not by doing that.” Dean landed a good punch to his jaw, knocking Sam for a loop but his grip remained strong even as his head spun.

Seeing her chance, Y/N slipped from the bed as quietly as she could but her legs gave out as soon as she rocked forward onto her feet. She yelped, catching the boys’ attention and they watched her fall, almost in slow motion.

Her head slammed against the corner of the bed before slamming into the floor. Blood pooled under her forehead, her eyes went hazy before they shut. “Shit!” Sam scrambled off of his brother, fear coursing through his veins like a fire. He slid a hand under her head, cupping her face gently. “C’mon open those eyes for me.”

But she didn’t respond. Thick fingers fit against the dip of her throat, and he struggled to find her pulse. When he finally did, it was thready and weak but it was there. He breathed a sigh of relief. “She’s alive, probably a bad concussion though.”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean growled, sitting up against the bed frame. “Why does this shit always happen to us?” As gently as he could manage with shaking hands, Sam lifted Y/N into his arms, resting her face against his strong chest. He could now feel the way her own chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

Sam laid her on his unmade bed, keeping her on her side in case she got sick. The wound, a small gash on her right temple, had slowed its bleeding. It wouldn’t require stitches, just a couple butterfly bandages. “I don’t know, Dean.” He sighed and got to work fixing her up.

Meanwhile, Dean was stewing, thinking. She could have used her powers to save him off, to escape but she didn’t. She was just a normal girl getting involved in something that she didn’t want to do. “What are we doing Sammy? That girl doesn’t have any powers, she’s just a kid.”

“Without the blade, we have no chance at getting rid of the Mark. She’s our best shot.” But there was no conviction in his tone. Sam was also doubting the integrity of this plan but he was desperate. Dean with the blade was far more dangerous than this girl could ever be, they needed her.

“How dare you touch my daughter!” The door burst violently, shattering under the force at which it was hit. Crowley stood, absolutely fuming in the entryway, eyes red with pure rage. Sam and Dean sprung into action, their guns drawn.

“What are you talking about Crowley?” Dean shifted so his body blocked the demon’s view of the girl on the bed. His shoulders were tense, the Mark telling him to protect her with everything he had. But apparently, Crowley wasn’t having any of it today.

With a wave of his hand, the boys went flying into the wall, their guns tossed away and ropes appearing from nothing to pin them down. “I told you I would find the blade and this is how you repay me! You kidnapped my daughter! Lust after her! And then you harm her!” His voice thundered through the room, shaking the foundations of the building with his fury. “You sniveling weasels! I kept her out of this life for a reason!”

The Winchesters struggled against his hold. Crowley loomed over the double bed, intensely staring at the woman. “She was never meant to know. I just wanted her to have a normal life.”

Dean’s nostrils flared with anger as the demon leaned forward and cupped her round cheek with one hand while the other brushed against the bandage on her forehead. “Don’t touch her.” The hunter snarled. His arm burned as the mark screamed at him to rip apart anyone that even so much as looked in her direction.

A vein in Sam’s neck ticked in time with his pulse while he pulled at his bonds. He could feel the loosening of the ropes around his wrist. An angel blade rested on the chair Dean had been occupying, if he could get even one arm free, he could grab it. “You are the ones that hurt her! Not me!” Crowley snapped but didn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Last warning.” But he disregarded the Winchesters and instead lifted Y/N from the bed, taking extra care not to hit her any more than she already was.

Her face easily tucked into the dark material of his suit shirt as he held her close. “Stay away from my daughter.” And with that, both him and the ropes disappeared, leaving only her sweater and the bitter smell of sulphur.

The boys collapsed to the ground. Dean wasted no time as he scrambled forward in a desperate attempt to reach the now gone pair.

“Son of a bitch!”

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Just finished season 2 of Good Omens… and right in the middle of it I couldn’t help but think what it would be like if Aziraphale and Crowley had a lesbian daughter or best friend and this happened:

*Aziraphale being cute as he arranges his books, while Crowley goes in and out of daydreaming and listening to his husband rant about Jane Auste’s brilliance as an author.

Reader busts through the doors, screaming at the top of her lungs, and scaring the shit out of both of them: “GUESS WHO GOT CHEATED ON!”

Aziraphale: “Oh Heavens, that’s terrible, I’m so sorry dear…” *tries to be supportive and the designated hugger*

Crowley: “Right… *calmly stands up* and where was this, and are they possibly still there or…,”

Aziraphale: “Not the time Crowley.” *he mutters while still hugging and patting the readers back* “Did she at least come clean about it?”

Crowley: *begrudgingly listens and pets the readers head*

Reader: “NO!” *breaks away from the hug with a look of disgust* “I walked in on them!”

Aziraphale: “Good lord—,”

Crowley: *angry demon noises*

Reader: “And it was with a MAN!”

Crowley: “AH now that’s just DISGUSTING— I’m going to go kill them now!”

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Character thinks it’ll be funny to scare their friends by summoning a demon, but then it actually works

“Come on guys. It’ll totally be fun.” Y/N said to Ethan, Sarah, Benny, Erica, and Rory.

“No way. We have enough supernatural encounters without welcoming them.” Ethan said.

“I think it’ll be fun. You guys are just wimps, but we all already knew that.” Erica smirked.

“We aren’t wimps. You don’t think I’m a wimp, right Y/N?” Benny asked.

“Depends on whether or not you agree to this. Let’s make things more interesting. If you three do this with us, I’ll go out with Benny, Sarah will go out with Ethan, and Erica-“

“Absolutely not Y/N! I am not going out with that pathetic excuse for a vampire!” Erica cut her off.

“Oh come on, babe. Don’t be that way. I’ll take you to the Single Tear concert coming up.” Rory said.

“Okay. I’ll do it. Let’s do this thing, Y/N.”

“Oh. I didn’t think I’d get this far. We have to go to a crossroads.” Y/N explained.

“What are we waiting for?! Let’s go!” Benny shouted.

“Benny! I still think this is a bad idea. We don’t know what the consequences of this could possibly be and-“

“Ethan. Come on. Date with Sarah! Keep that in mind. Now come on!” Benny grabbed his arm and dragged a reluctant Ethan to the car along with the rest of them.

They arrived at the crossroad and Y/N slowly began drawing a devil’s trap.

“What’s that?” Erica asked.

“It traps them.”

“I thought you didn’t think this would work and were just trying to scare us.” Sarah laughed.

“This is insurance, Sarah. On the slightest chance that this works, I wanna make sure not to die.”

She pulled a box from her back pocket along with a bag of dirt and bones.

“What the heck is that?” Sarah asked.

“It’s an offering. You have to put it in a hole in the center of the crossroad in order for this to work. The dirt is from a graveyard and the bones are cat bones. Sourced humanely obviously.” Y/N got down on her knees and dug a shallow hole with her hands.

“I could get used to this view.” Benny joked. Y/N whipped her head around.

“Shut the fuck up Benny.” She placed the box in the hole and covered it back up with the dirt.

“Now what?” Sarah asked.

“Now, we wait.” It was only seconds before Erica spoke up.

“This is clearly not working let’s just… holy fucking shit.”

They all looked wide eyed at the man in front of them in the center of the devil’s trap.

“Did someone by the name of Y/N Y/L/N summon me to make a deal?”

Y/N slowly stepped forward. “Hello beautiful, Crowley, King of Hell. Pleased to meet you.” He took her hand and kissed it.

“I-I thought I was summoning a crossroads demon not the king of hell and isn’t king of Hell Lucifer I’m lost.”

“Y/N! Why the fuck are you arguing with the demon?! Are you insane?!” Ethan panicked.

“It’s natural to have questions. Lucifer is locked up at the moment, and I came because I was interested in you particularly.” Crowley said.

“Me? Why are you interested in me?” Crowley stepped out of the circle and all of their eyes went wide. Crowley circled her like a predator does it’s prey.

“You’re adopted aren’t you, Y/N?”

“Yeah, why?” Crowley chuckled.

“I seem to know your parents. I don’t quite understand why no one has come after you yet. Everyone always loves trying to kill themselves a Winchester. It’s funny, I believe your father is heading here now. Caught wind of some vampires.” Crowley’s gaze shifted toward Erica, Sarah, and Rory.

“Walk with me, darling.” Crowley took her arm and looped it with his.

“Have you always wondered where you came from? Have you always been confused because you didn’t remember much of your childhood? Have people always told you that you were extremely smart for your age? That’s because your mother is the sister of god, and your father? He’s a monster hunter.”

“What? Back up. Sister of god?”

“Her name is Amara. She’ll be here for you soon. Fortunately for you, I’ve been watching you since you were born, and for whatever reason, I feel compelled to protect you. Y/N, you go home tonight, love. You live your semi normal life for as long as you can. I’ll be watching over you. Good luck, darling.”

With that, Crowley vanished leaving Y/N and her friends in a large state of confusion.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Crowley trying to impress the head mistress of the Rose Princess Academy ( Crewle daughter school ) who is a type of ice fae that is the dutchess of the cold lands ( hint Hans Christian Anderson the Snow Queen )

But the dutchess is liked " mmmmm, no not impressed and I need no man in my life as my students are my children"

That’d be cool

Definitely gives you more power than a visitor should have

And since he’s such a lovesick fool he just keeps falling for it

You are no doubt the only real connection crowley has to your dear headmistress

After all she has taken quite the shine to you

He will comically try to show off that he too treats his students like his sons

All for it to always go terribly

#crewel daughter reader #Crowley x Ice Headmistress #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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Is it okay to send you requests or ideas because I just rewatched the entire son series and the thought in my head went wild at the idea of future princess!of hell having Crowley mentality and humor and dating both brothers (but if you’re not into that I’m so sorry) and constantly popping out of nowhere in the middle of them fighting with someone because maybe they have such a strong bond she knows when they’re hurt and she sees demons or something punishing Dean in the face and she just goes “why would you punch him in his face that’s the only strong asset of his I like” So sarcastic and full of humor. Stopping the fights like “no one is going to hurt my boyfriends” lol also, having pet hell hounds bc hello she’s a hell princess that actually doesn’t want to reign it and tries to have a somewhat normal life on earth

Sorry for writing so much? I’m just excited because I freshly finished the series feel free to ignore it 💍 anywho: I’m a fan of Christmas special 1 and 2 🥰🤪

Hi! I'm totally into having both brothers...🥺😌 I love me a demon/Crowley's daughter reader. I wrote something similar for Sam x Crowley's daughter reader. Lead on Masterlist

I'd like to turn this idea into a mini-series/series of drabbles. Starting with their first meeting. 👀

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book-place-incorrect-quotes · 9 months

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

Crowley: What is this, the dark ages?

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

Y/N: *facepalms*

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Toddlers and Toys

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

Pairings: Crowley x daughter reader, Aziraphale x daughter reader

*not my gif*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s Christmas!” You repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And underneath, were mounds upon mounds of presents.

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

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

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

You looked just about ready to burst by then.

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

You nodded your head vigorously in return.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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willyoubethepookietomypookster · 8 months

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"Last Christmas"

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

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

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

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

"Yeah...?" He says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kay!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I missed you too, Y/n."

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

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

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

"Wheres Muriel?" He asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah."

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cryptidghostgirl · 2 months

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Are your requests still open? I was hoping for a request for a Lucifer x sinner reader where she was once in love with someone when she was alive but they betrayed her leading to her death causing her to be afraid of letting others in. She's been a resident of the hotel since the pilot, but doesn't really talk much about her feelings or past life but is convinced by Charlie who says singing helps her when she needs to get out her own emotions. So when she thinks everyone is gone for the day on one of Charlie's bonding field trips, she uses the piano in the main area to sing her heart out, not realizing Lucifer decided to stay. The song I'm thinking of is "Perfect Doesn't Last" by Beth Crowley. So when she sings it and he overhears listening and watching her he's reminded of Lilith and feels for the reader understanding her more than when they first met during his first visit to the hotel (ep 5). I'm not sure of how to end it, so if you want to add anything to it I'm totally up for it. I just thought this song would match him so well.

A/N this is my first time writing for this man. Also,, i think it’s so funny that everyone is just like “short king” even tho alastor is canonically at least seven feet tall and charlie is at least like six feet tall. that’s so silly of us.

Encore (Lucifer x Reader)

Paring: Lucifer x Reader

Warnings: Domestic abuse briefly mentioned.

Word Count: 2,169

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Lucifer had just wanted to visit Charlie. With their relationship on the up and up, he was eager to not give up his chance to fix things with his favorite and only daughter. However, when he arrived at the hotel, throwing the doors open in unadulterated excitement, it was to find the normally busy lobby area empty.

The door fell shut behind him and his smile slipped from his face. Carefully, he ran his eyes over every inch of the room. There really was no one to be found.

"Maybe they're just all in their rooms, yeah." he said aloud to himself, "Charlie is probably... in her office! It must take a lot of work to run a place like this. Yeah, that's what it is."

Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor had asked her to come with them to the movies. It was supposed to be a reward, for how hard they had all been working. They had really tried their best to convince Y/n to join them but, as always was the case when activities that took them out of the hotel were not required, Y/n had declined the offer.

Y/n was still getting used to Hell in all its big scary wonder, she still hurt. Everything was so complicated and while spending time with her thoughts didn't make her feel good per-say, spending time with others had been making her feel even worse. Besides, Charlie had given her some advice a few days ago she wanted to test out and she didn't exactly feel comfortable doing that while the hotel was crawling with people.

Y/n trusted Charlie. She was the first person to have extended a kind hand in her direction since her arrival in Hell. When Charlie had found out Y/n had been a concert pianist in the living world, she was elated.

"That's perfect!" she had said, leaning across the desk towards her, "We have a piano in the Hotel's auditorium!"

"I... I don't know if I really can... perform, right now. If that's alright." Y/n had replied, wringing her hands and unable to keep eyecontact.

"What? Oh no! That's not what I meant at all. It just seems... well if you did it for a living, you must have loved it. And it seems like you always have a lot on your mind, lots of stuff to process, and I know you don't like talking to people about it and, well, music always makes me feel better. It feels freeing, like I'm getting everything bottled up inside me out when I sing."

"I... I don't think I've ever really thought about it that way." she had admitted in response, "It was just something I had always done. I started lessons when I was three."

"Well, you should try it some time." Charlie had smiled back, "Maybe it will help."

Once she was sure everyone was gone and the hotel was hers alone, Y/n had slipped quietly from the confinement of her room. It had taken her a bit to find the auditorium. When she finally did and saw the piano it held, her breath caught in her throat.

It was a beautiful old baby grand made out of a warm cherry wood that matched the hotel's theming well. The lid had creaked when she had opened it, the keys had been dusty to the touch.

It had been a long time since she'd played. With mild joy, she let her fingers run the usual scales and arpeggios, finding a comfort in the familiarity of it all. Once satisfied her fingers were all warmed up and ready to play something real, she posed them over the keys.

Lucifer had lost himself in the depths of the labyrinthine hotel. The twists and turns of the hallways were unfamiliar to him despite the tour Charlie, Vaggie, and Alastor had lead him on. His hope at finding his daughter and spending some time with her had long since flickered out. He was on the verge of going home, his hand half raised to open a portal, when he heard it.

A faint echo of music flooded the hallway and Lucifer froze. It was haunting and distant, it drew him in. His sights set on a new sort of entertainment for the afternoon, he listened carefully and began to follow the sound.

As he got closer to its source, Lucifer realized that who ever was making the music was not just playing the piano but singing. Their voice was soft and lovely, nearly ethereal in its sheer humanity and anguish.

I would have bet on us

We were untouchable, you and I

I couldn't get enough

It was a fairytale come to life

Lucifer at last reached the half open door to the room the music appeared to be coming from. Not wanting to disturb the artist just yet, he transformed into a snake and slithered his way silently into the room. There, sitting at the piano on the stage, was Y/n.

I had your heart

At least that's what I thought

Now I'm second guessing every moment

Wondering where we went so wrong

He didn't really know much about Y/n except that she was new to Hell. Charlie had mentioned off hand that she had died in an incident of domestic abuse. Lucifer had no idea why she had ended up in Hell or what she was really like. When he had visited the hotel the first time, Y/n had been quiet and reserved. She had stood to the side and watched, barley even introducing herself to him.

At first, he had thought it to be disrespect. Not every demon in Hell was his biggest fan after all and while he was used to it, it still stung that even one of his daughters would be reformed sinners would be blatantly rude to him. He had quickly realized however from her flittering eyes and the way she clutched at herself that it wasn't disrespect at all. Y/n had been nervous.

Of course, Lucifer had made an attempt to make her feel more comfortable but, when he had extended his metaphorical hand, Y/n had just closed herself off even further. According to Charlie and Angel Dust, that was just what the demoness was like. She was shy.

You got inside my head

Taking up every inch of space

'Til there was no room left

Her hands flew across the keys with a practiced grace. Lucifer felt she knew he was there, watching. He felt that she just might be performing for him.

So many parts of me erased

You had my heart

And tossed it in the dirt

As he listened to the words she sung, they resonated with him. For a split second, he could have sworn it was Lilith sitting there at the piano, not Y/n. He shut his eyes, shaking his head slightly. He was oddly grateful when he opened them again to find it had just been his imagination.

Now that was a first. Since Lilith had disappeared seven years ago, Lucifer had been a mess. Lucifer was always a mess but, Lilith leaving like that really did him in. She had been his rock, his guiding light, his everything. He had risked everything for her and he had lost. At least, back in the old days, he had gained something out of the chaos. A daughter, a wife, a world to try and shape. One after another, they were all taken from him. Even now, even with their relationship improving the way it was, he felt Charlie slipping away again.

Now I'm second guessing every moment

Wondering where we went so wrong

I just keep asking

Would this have been worth it if I knew the ending all along.

Without really thinking about it, Lucifer retook his normal form and sat down in one of the auditorium's front row seats. Thankfully, Y/n was too wrapped up in her own world to notice and she just continued to play.

What started so perfect was over too fast

I should have seen the warning signs

'Cause perfect doesn't last

Perfect doesn't last

Light shined off her face, that was how Lucifer had realized she was crying. Despite the tears, her voice never wavered. A performer at her core, just like him.

I would have bet on us

We were untouchable, you and I

As the last lingering notes echoed through the room, he began to clap. Y/n jumped at the noise, turning to face him with wide eyes and cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Lucifer was undeterred and, getting to his feet, gave her a standing ovation. After a few moments, he ceased in his applause.

"That was beautiful." he said, breaking the new silence that had fallen between them.

"Um, I'm sorry." Y/n's gaze fell back to the piano.

"No! No no no!" Lucifer exclaimed, jumping up onto the stage.

He kneeled before her, lifting her hands from her lap and taking them in his own. She turned to him, surprise drawing out the features of her face once again.

"Don't apologize for taking up space."

"I... I just didn't mean to disturb you is all. If you're looking for Charlie, she's out at the movies with everyone else."

"I was but, I can talk to her later, when she gets back. You didn't disturb me at all, Y/n. As I said, it was beautiful. It was..."

He trailed off, the smile slipping from his face.

"Oh fuck!" Y/n exclaimed, "I didn't mean to upset you! I'm really sorry, what can I do to make it better?"

"You didn't upset me." Lucifer shook his head, "You just... somehow managed to put words to the very things I've been struggling with the past couple years."

A smaller, much kinder and more genuine smile made its way onto his face.

"If you'd like to play more, I'd love to hear it."

Y/n's cheeks flushed red again.

"Theres no pressure." Lucifer shrugged, "Just giving you the option."

"An audience of one... well, it's a little intimidating." she admitted bashfully, "I'm used to the faceless mob of the crowd."

"I can see why. You have an undeniable gift."

"I guess... I don't know. Charlie just said it might help me process stuff. To play again, I mean."

"Was she right?"

Y/n paused in thought for a moment before nodding slowly.

"I think she might have been. My chest does feel a little lighter now."

"Then play."

"Um, mister... king of Hell? Sir?"

Lucifer laughed.

"You can just call me by my name. No formalities necessary. 'Mister king of Hell sir' was my fathers name."

Y/n laughed lightly at his terrible joke. The sound sparked a sudden joy in Lucifer's chest, one he hadn't felt in quite a long time.

"Well, Lucifer." she began again, stumbling a bit over his name.

"Yes?"

"I'll... um, I'll need my hands back. If I'm to keep playing."

"Wh..."

He looked down and his eyes widened. Lucifer hadn't realized he had still held her hands in his. Immediately he dropped them, getting to his feet and looking away in mild embarrassment.

"Sorry, about that."

"Don't apologize for existing." Y/n parroted his earlier words.

When he turned back to her, it was to find she was smiling slightly.

"How bad would it be if I said sorry again right now?"

"You'd be sounding like me."

"Lets make a deal then: no sorries unless something is actually wrong."

"What if I can't tell if your mad at me or not?"

Lucifer looked down at the seated demon. In not one of his wildest dreams could he ever imagine being mad at her but, that wasn't exactly something he could say.

"Then you can always ask."

"And you promise you wont lie to me?"

"I promise."

"Promise promise?"

"Yes!"

She eyed him suspiciously for a moment before nodding her head. Turning back to the piano, her hands found their place on the keys once again. She hesitated.

"I..." Y/n shot Lucifer a look over her shoulder, "Thank you."

"Thank you. There is some solace in knowing someone else out there feels the same way I do, if for different reasons."

"Yeah. There is, isn't there? Maybe part of our deal can be helping each other figure that all out too."

The suggestion had been half thought out. Y/n hadn't really meant to give it a voice, it had escaped her locked lips. She quickly turned back to the piano.

"Sorry. That was dumb."

"What did we just say about sorries!" Lucifer exclaimed, "No apologizing for existing. I think that suggestion sounds rather nice."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay. I... I'm actually going to play now. Is that okay?"

With a snap of his fingers, Lucifer reappeared in the seat he had previously inhabited. He crossed his legs, resting his hands on his knee.

"Whenever your ready."

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Song is Perfect Doesn't Last by Beth Crowley as requested :)

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