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Family (Crowley x reader x Aziraphale)

Requested: Hey! I was wondering if you could write a fic with a teen!reader where she spends a lot of time with Crowley and Aziraphale, they’re like protective dads over her. One day the angels/demons take her to try and get information about Crowley and Aziraphale, obviously they rescue her and they don’t want her to bother with them anymore because they don’t want her to get hurt so she yells at them?? Very angsty with a lovely fluffy ending xo

Warnings: Ignorant family, Slight child abuse.

Word Count: 1899

A/N: I know I said I will post a fic last weekend, but due to some technical issues with my computer, I wasn’t able to finish this ‘til today… I’m sorry🥺School’s kind of dragging me behind with literally everything I enjoy doing;( Learning is important, but I miss the days I can just go anywhere and do anything whenever I wanted to😩 I didn’t expect this to be turned into a series… But I guess it is? I hope you guys enjoy reading this!

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Life wasn’t fair.

You learned this way to young. Your mother hated you, specifically because her own life was ruined in the result of your birth. Your father was selfish and ignorant; an arsehole. Weird enough, you couldn’t bring yourself to blame either of them. Your mom was a poor victim of society, and your father was a victim to his father. Not enough reason to abandon a child, but the world you lived in taught you things that most people learn in their thirties. When they got divorced, you were handed to your grandmother. When she died, you were handed to your aunt. Handed, like an object. Like a hot potato, keep being passed on and on until the music stopped playing. When you realized that you can decide when to stop your music, you didn’t linger longer. You were around thirteen when you first tried to escape from your aunt.

It was freezing that night. The night was so, so cold. Everything moved slowly, but you kept walking. You didn’t have much on you, and you weren’t sure what you needed to do now. You were lost. You thought walking might lead you to somewhere. Anywhere. It was devastating. London was huge. Even so, not a single place in this city had a room for you. You once saw the news on the tv inside a store use the word ‘overpopulation,’ and how the world was so crowded. You wondered if that is why there wasn’t any place for you.

'God created everyone for a reason, there is a place for everyone in this world.'

Your grandmother was very forgetful. She sometimes forgot that its morning and tried to put you back into bed. Or wake you up in the middle of the night thinking its morning. She sometimes forgot how to use the bathroom. She sometimes thought she was in someplace else and kept screaming. The rare amount of times when she wasn’t, she always told you that God created everyone for a reason, and there is a place for everyone in this world. You never took her word for it, but you truly wished for it to be true at this moment. If it was true, now was the time to prove it.

The bookshop across the street was the only place that had lights on. Every other store on the street was closed. You could’ve gone over to a cafe that was a few blocks away, but you didn’t. It was as if you were possessed by something. You were like the little girl that sold matches and the bookshop was what lit up at your sight. That should be the place. That had to be the place. You entered the bookshop and a gentleman with golden hair came out.

“Hello, I’m afraid we are quite definitely clo- oh, dear. Are you all right?"

"I-I’m sorry. The lights were on and I - Ah, achoo!"

"No, it’s not a problem. Please, you can sit here."

The man offered you a sit on a chair. Honestly, you didn’t know what else you could do but to sit. There was nowhere else for you to go. Nowhere else for you sit. This was at least somewhere.

"Tell me, my child. Where are your parents?"

You hesitated. If you tell him the truth, will he let you stay? Will he care? He might call the police. What will happen to you then?

You were foolish. You thought escaping would help, only to lead you nowhere but to leave you to freeze to death.

"Do you have nowhere to go?”

He asked softly. Soft enough to get an unwanted child talking. No matter how high your walls were, that was all it took to collapse. But you knew this. You tried to avoid a direct answer, still, you couldn’t resist the tears that formed in your eyes.

You expected more questioning from him, but he asked you none. Instead, he let you stay in the store for the night. The next morning, he made you promise to come back.

“Angels will watch over you,” he said.

You didn’t say anything back. Not a typical phrase you think you’d hear from a stranger. What a weird man, you thought. But then you came back because you were desperate. And every time he welcomed you with a warm heart. He seemed glad to see you again. You talked, he listened. He helped you, he took care of you.

“What is your name, my dear?"

"Y/N,” you didn’t say your last name on purpose. You didn’t like it. Those people weren’t even your family.

“It is a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I’m Aziraphale."

Aziraphale. You saw the name before. Yes, you saw it and not heard it. In the bible. In the dirty, old, dark room you and your grandmother lived, she kept a bible. She’d sometimes read it out loud to you. You were too hungry to care. However, to your curiosity, you had opened it before.

Not long after you met Aziraphale, you met Crowley. You were terrified of him at first. You swore you saw him yelling at plants once.

Then one day, Crowley came to your school to see the Christmas play you starred in. You have been working on it for months, and although you weren’t the main character, you enjoyed playing your role. You didn’t even bother to tell your aunt about it. Instead, you asked Aziraphale if he could come and watch. He said yes, of course. Sadly, on the day of your play, a very important customer to Aziraphale came to the bookshop. Having to deal with him, Aziaraphale couldn’t make it to your play. Not knowing that, you waited for him to enter through the door. Your eyes searched among the crowds, but he was nowhere to be seen. Nowhere.

More parents entered, each time waving at their kid on the stage. Some held flowers, probably to give them afterward.

"Uh, my mum is holding a camera,” Harry, who stood beside you, grumbled at the sight.

“What’s wrong with a camera?” You asked. You couldn’t understand. What was wrong with a mum trying to savior a memory of her child?

“It is embarrassing. She’ll show it to everyone at the Christmas dinner,” Harry stated annoyingly. Almost like asking for sympathy. As if you are supposed to feel the same way. As if you too, had such a caring mother who would come to watch your play and record it for showing off purposes.

“Where is your mum?” Harry asked. It is these simple questions that hurt you the most. All of the assumptions, all of the conditions to be defined as a normal kid. What you hated, even more, is yourself wishing for your mother to enter from that door any moment now, and apologize.

“I-” You hear a large creek when you opened your mouth to answer. The door swung opened and entered a very familiar-looking person. Crowley.

Besides the dramatic entrance, he was a very unlike figure to be seen at a school play. Flaming red hair, wearing entirely black with usual sunglasses; his posture, in general, had a weird aurora. Parents stared at him with questioning eyes and so did you. You queried why he was there, he didn’t appear like a parent. He marched over to you, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a large bouquet.

“I am not late, am I?” Crowley said as he looked around the room, “Is the play already over?"

"No,” you took a moment before answering him. You were confused. “It hasn’t even started yet. Where is Azi?"

"Aziraphale couldn’t make it, had an important customer to deal with. Wanted me to tell you how sorry he was."

Disappointed look spread on your face. It wasn’t his fault, you knew that. Though, that didn’t stop you from being upset. You’ll just leave as fast as you can after the play. Your friends will want to take pictures with you but… Well, you didn’t have anyone to take the photo for you. If you leave fast enough, you’ll be able to avoid all the questions.

"Don’t be so gloomy about it. I’m here.”

You looked up at Crowley with unbelieving eyes. “You are not going to leave?”

“What? No. Why do you think I came here in the first place?”

Your teacher announced that the play was starting soon, and Crowley went to find a seat. When he did found a sit, he took his phone out. You expected him to be on his phone instead of focusing on your play, but to your surprise, his camera lens landed on you. Later, himself joined other crowds of parents who scooched in the front row as quietly as possible trying to get the best shot of their children.

When the play ended, he whistled loudly. It was the loudest whistle you’ve ever heard in your life. He had a bright smile onㅡalmost grinningㅡand you’ve never seen him smile so widely. A proud smile. A kind of smile you’ve never gotten it before. You ran down the stairs after the final bow, towards Crowley and you hugged him tightly. He seemed stunned by your sudden action since you always hid behind Aziraphale whenever you saw him, but he patted on your shoulder in return.

“This is for you, by the way,” he said, handing you the bouquet. Your smile widened at it. The flowers were beautiful.

Your friends ran over to you, wanting to take pictures with you. Their parents followed with their cameras. You looked up nervously at Crowley, but he was already taking his phone out. When all the picture fiasco was done, he took your hand and led you out to his car.

“I know my way home. I can walk home,” you said but then hopped onto his car.

“Aziraphale is treating us dinner,” Crowley answered fastening your seatbelt.

“Really?” Your face lightened up in excitement. A family dinner. Something you’ve never experienced before.

“Yes. Do you know your aunt��s number? I’ll call her,” he handed you his phone from the driver’s seat.

“I do, but I don’t think you need to. Don’t worry, she won’t care,” you didn’t take his phone, knowing that she wouldn’t care either way. She didn’t the day you ran out of the house. She didn’t when you came back, so why would she start caring now?

However, Crowley looked rather disturbed. He didn’t say anything, and with his sunglasses, it was almost impossible to read him. You were greeted with Aziraphale when you arrived.

“Oh, hello, my dear. I deeply apologize for not being able to-"

"It’s okay. Look! Crowley gave me flowers!"

"They look wonderful,” he smiled at you softly before turning to Crowley. His face expression changed quickly and his voice deepened in a serious tone. “Did you film her as I asked you to?”

“Yes, yes. I did. Now come on, she must be starving."

After this day, you considered Crowley as your family along with Aziraphale.

You promised to yourself every single day, that one day, you’ll give it all back to them. All the kindness they showed, all the things they gave you. You’ll pay them back.

You never thought that your existence would endanger them, or that their existence would endanger you.

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