#good omens drabble

[weirdmorefics]

How Are Hands Attractive? (crowleyxreader)

Pronouns-She/Her

Word Count- 1,078

Summary- Reader is a witch and close friends with Aziraphale and works at the bookshop restoring books. Aziraphale asks Y/n for romantic advice for Nina and Maggie which leads to interesting covo about Crowley hands.

The day was stormy there was hardly anybody out on the street because of the terrible thunder and lightning. I was peacefully sipping her cold coffee and restoring an old spellbook that Aziraphale found. The sound of the rain was very soothing and I did not have to worry about Jim short for Gabriel bothering me because Aziraphale told him bookstores are closed on Wednesdays. Aziraphale on the other hand kept interrupting my work so he could get my opinion on most romantic situations for Nina and Maggie.

"Y/n what do you think is the most romantic thing?" Aziraphale asks.

" I don't know. Hmmm maybe leaving me alone so I can finish restoring this book in peace," I respond.

"Seriously, Y/n the book can wait! This matter is of life and death! You are sort of human so you should know more about these things than I." He says looking me very seriously in the eyes.

I sigh and very gently move the book to the side. I take a deep breath " I have personally always found hands very attractive-"

Aziraphale interrupted "How can hands be attractive? They are just helpful tools. Books always say it's the eyes that are the windows to the soul."

"Don't get me wrong eyes are pretty as well but I have always enjoyed hands they help us create they help us hold on to each other. Why did you even ask me anyway if you're just going to think I am wrong. Also, I think we both know I lack any experience or knowledge on romance." I respond annoyed.

Aziraphale smiles at Y/n, "I guess I was just curious." Then his eyes light up like something just clicked in his mind. I think if he was a cartoon a light bulb would have appeared above his head.

"Y/n!" He gasps and I give him an inquisitive look. "You are always staring at Crowley's hands so does that mean!!!"

I quickly crossed my arms across my chest denying the accusation profusely.

Crowley enters the bookshop closing a soaked umbrella, "Who is always staring at my hands."

Y/n's heart nearly pounds out of her chest and she nearly knocks over her coffee.

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed-" I quickly cut Aziraphale off

I come out from behind the desk I was working at and take the umbrella from Crowley, "Don't tell me that you were outside in this weather with an umbrella you could have got struck by lightning."

Crowley lifts his glasses down to look ME in the eyes "Are you serious? A demon struck by lightning would do nothing compared to the heat of Hell."

"How should I know I've never been to Hell," I whine.

Crowley kisses the top of my head and says "And you never will."

Aziraphale smiles a plotting a smile that scares me for what he is planning. He cups his chin with both hands and tilts his head "Crowley what do you find most romantic? Y/n has been telling me what she finds most romantic to help Nina and Maggie. I can see she has quite the type. I think we might even know the guy."

Crowley's face seems to turn sour at Aziraphale probably at the notion of discussing romance so I try to assure him it is unneeded to chime in. "Please ignore him he has been like this all day. He has not let me get a single thing done today."

Instead, he completely ignores me and walks up to Aziraphale, "So what does this man that Y/n fancies have for qualities that make her swoon."

"No, I can't say that would be betraying her trust," Aziraphale puts a hand on his chest and makes a big show of it like he didn't just start this whole mess.

"Come on Angel we are all friends here! Right Y/n? What can you tell the Angel that you can't tell me," he pouts.

"You bring up a great point, Crowley! Y/n can certainly tell you about the man she fancies I don't see a reason she could not! Let me start off I know she loves this man's hands she is always staring at them it is so obvious." Aziraphael smiles brightly and if my glare back could kill he would be dead.

Crowley circles me like prey as if my answer could cure him from hunger. "I've never noticed our little sorceress staring at hands that's very impolite to stare you know."

He calls me a nickname he uses for me frequently as he knows it annoys me. "You know what's impolite to spill others secrets Aziraphale" I glare.

Aziraphale straightens his bowtie, "You never said it was a secret if you had I would not have said a peep. I am very good at secrets you know"

"The thing is I just don't understand why there is anything to hide from your good old pals!" Crowley interrupts. "Unless this guy is someone unworthy of our sorceress's heart. Then in that case Aziraphale would have a duty to tell me."

"Do not be concerned this man I have known longer than anyone. No one could compete with him he is very kind." He quickly assures Crowley.

Crowley started to look like that time when Aziraphale took Gabriel under his protection, "So he is an angel... those are the only beings you have known for the longest. I swear to Hell if it's Gabriel he is not kind Aziraphael you have no idea what he said to me when I was you! I can not believe you let him stay here! He is worse than any demon!"

I quickly put my hand on Crowley's shoulder, "It is not Gabriel I would never do that to you."

Crowley's eyes softened as he looked into your eyes but only for a second before they turned into confusion, "What other angel do you even know on a personal level!"

I saw no choice but to come clean, "It's you! You idiot!"

I took a deep breath to prepare myself for the heartbreak because I am no celestial being who will be around forever. I am just a witch I am really not that different from an ordinary human. But the heartbreak never came instead he held my face and kissed me deeply.

I was stunned speechless and he smirked "So you think my hands are romantic you say."

Bonus-

Aziraphael- Now both of you thank me! I also accept books as thank-yous Y/n has a list of the books of that I am on the hunt for! I also made photocopies of the list so you can carry the list with you at all times as a reminder.

Y/n- Shut up, Angel!

Crowley- Thank you, Angel

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[averageanonymous]

How did they end up here?

Here. On a stage in the West End. With a gun in his hands. A gun. A gun he is expected to aim, to fire, straight at Aziraphale’s head.

And the bloody miracles aren't working.

Aziraphale’s eyes are wide, anxious, fixed firmly on him as he removes his hat. Those eyes, the blue of open oceans under stormy skies... They've always drawn him like a moth to a candle. When the angel pins him with that gaze, every fiber of his being bends to it. Maybe that's why, when Aziraphale, scant hours earlier, had pleaded with him to run this magic act, he'd been utterly powerless to say No. Of course, he'd just had to humor Aziraphale, hadn't he? He'd thought it would be worth it to see the joy on his face, feel the warmth of those gentle hands clasped around his.

And it had seemed worth it.

Until now.

Oh, how he wishes he'd said No.

Now, facing Aziraphale across the expanse of the stage, all he can picture is the angel’s face being blown off, his brains scattered across the wall.

He feels sick.

Aziraphale's lips move, ever so subtly forming silent words.

Trust me.

Crowley's head twitches. No. Forget trusting the angel - it isn't about trusting the angel! How could Aziraphale have trusted him?

"Ready?" Aziraphale’s voice wavers ever so slightly. But his eyes are determined, his expression resolute.

Crowley’s heart hammers.

Aziraphale trusts him.

"Aim."

Crowley lifts the gun to his eye. His finger shakes on the damn trigger, but he tries to breathe. He doesn't let his thoughts wander back to the mental images of firing a bullet at close range into his angel's face. He forces them away.

Because Aziraphale Trusts Him.

He can do this.

He has to do this.

He dips his head, the smallest of nods to signal to Aziraphale that he is ready. Aziraphale's expression eases ever so slightly, his lips twitching upward.

Then he closes his eyes tight and shouts, "Fire!"

Crowley pulls the trigger.

The bullet leaves the chamber, the blast ringing in his ears. It feels as though time slows to a crawl as he watches the flight of that bullet across the stage.

And then...

Invisible to the audience, the bullet punches into the far wall.

A breath of stunned silence.

Aziraphale grins...

And there's a bullet in his teeth.

The crowd erupts as he takes it, holding it triumphantly in his hand and turning to the audience as they get to their feet.

Crowley sags with relief, allowing Aziraphale's exuberance wash over him like a golden tide. He smiles. Aziraphale waves an arm to him, gesturing for him to join him center stage, encouraging the audience to applaud him as well, and they do.

"No paperwork," Crowley says, smiling and waving to the audience. As though that were the primary reason he'd felt as though his heart was going to eject itself from his chest. The damn paperwork.

Aziraphale laughs, relief in every line of his face, and gives Crowley's arm a quick squeeze before he turns once more to the audience to bow before they leave the stage. Crowley watches him, drinks in his joy. Every time Aziraphale glances his way, his blue eyes bright and shining, he feels it all the way to his core.

Well then, maybe it had been worth it after all.

But Crowley swears this is the last time he plays Magician's Assistant, and that is a promise he intends to keep.

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Thanks for reading!

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

Spent and Sated (Good Omens Drabble)

Aziraphale x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: Aziraphale knows you can take one more load.

Fic type: smut

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From an outsider’s perspective, Aziraphale could come across as a very… unsexual person. You, however, knew the truth of how deeply depraved the Angel could be when he wanted to. 

Right now was no exception. 

Right now Aziraphale had you bent in half underneath him as he ploughed his thick cock into your hole. You were whining and writhing under him, but he didn’t let up for even a moment. This was round two, you were pretty sure- or was it round three? 

Either way, you’d been fucked completely dumb and were loving it, too. 

“Look at you,” Aziraphale panted, sweat dripping down the side of his face. “Fucked to completion under me like this-” 

You groaned, spasming around his cock as his words shot heat down your spine. 

“How many times, hmm? How many times have you climaxed for me, my dear? Three? Four? Oh, my sweet thing. Do you have any more for me?” 

You nodded dumbly, tears welling up in your eyes as he fucked into your harshly. You were coming undone once again, that pressure building as the desperation grew. Was it desperation for him to stop or was it desperation for him to continue? At this point, you couldn’t tell. The only things you knew were the throb of his cock and the feeling of fullness in your hole. 

“Fuck, Zira–” You whimpered, clenching weakly around him as he brought one hand to that spot between your legs that had you seeing stars.

“Now, now,” Aziraphale tutted. “There’s no need for blasphemy. You know I’m going to breed you, my darling. Wouldn’t you like to finish for me one more time?” 

You decided to ignore the fact that Aziraphale had sworn only about two minutes ago, figuring that it wasn’t worth the effort to argue the point right now. 

The wet slap of the spent seed already inside you as Zira fucked into you only managed to make you feel all that much more full, and you weren't entirely sure you were going to be able to handle another load. 

“You know you can, my darling,” Aziraphale panted, fingers tightening on your hips. “You know you can take more.”

Your face screwed up with pleasure as he fucked harder now, nearing his climax. 

“You want to be full of my seed, don’t you, my dear? Oh, yes, bred full and willing- you’re so wonderful-” 

You feebly attempted to squeeze around him to encourage him to finish. It seemed to work as he finally jerked forward once, twice more and spent himself inside you. 

Aziraphale groaned, head dropping down to rest on your shoulder as the last ropes of his seed found their way into your hole. 

“That’s it, my dear,” he panted, “always so good for me, aren’t you?” 

You nodded, exhausted and so very sated. 

“Always, my Angel. Always.”

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[ennas-aesthetic]

I'm still not over the "Well, perhaps you could tell me while we dance." "You don't dance," bit because it's an obvious reference to the "How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?" line, and if God were to say something about it, it would probably go a little something like:

How many angels can dance on the head of a pin? First, only one singular angel dances, though the Gavotte had long gone out of style before he could think of finding any pins to dance on. Second: demons dance - in a horrible, offbeat way that could more appropriately be called 'jerking around' instead of dancing. As Crowley and Aziraphale revolve around the dance floor, however, they have become something more than just your regular angel or demon stock - and have therefore eluded the theological question completely.

What they are, at that moment, is incredibly in love. Neither quite angel or demon. But they would both be damned and saved respectively before they let the other dance on the head of the pin all alone by themselves.

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[passerine2019]

okay HELLO? getting major aziracrow vibes from this piece

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[shades-o-grey]

GOOD OMENS FICLET- The Origin of the Apology Dance

My headcanon for how the apology dance originated

It didn't start out as an apology, the content of the dance and the song don't come across that way, so my idea is that it started out as something else and was later used as a way to apologize (or rather get the other to accept an apology).

And so my idea is...

It started out as a silly bet,

Honestly, Aziraphale should've known better than to enter a wager with a demon. But the temptation of proving Crowley wrong was just too well... tempting

Not that an Angel can actually be tempted, it was purely for a moral and angelic reason, a feather on his wing, chalk one up for the side of angels, thwarting the wiles of the wicked sort of thing. I mean it was practically his job!

(Pay no attention to the fact that it is indeed his job, one that he tends forget or just not do)

The only trouble was... what did Aziraphale want Crowley to do once he'd won?

"And what should the winner demand of the loser then?"

Crowley asked staring into his 8th cup that he held loosely in his grasp.

"Buying lunch?"

Aziraphale suggested the first thing to pop in his head.

"No no we always do that, besides, I believe I s'still owe you from, from... I don't know such n' such and you had the thing"

He dismissed the absent recollection of when they'd last dined together with a wild gesture of his hand.

"Mmm"

Aziraphale nodded his head in drunken agreement, also remembering that they had indeed lunched together at some place, at some point, and that he did have - the thing.

They both sat silently for a moment pondering. Trying to think what exactly the penalty of their bet should be.

Suddenly Aziraphale shot up with excitement

"I've got it! The loser must demonstrate a grand gesture of defeat!"

He said with the triumph of someone who had just come up with a brilliant idea. Even though his suggestion was missing and important part.

The part where it provides an actual suggestion.

"n-Yeah - Obviously, that's the point of a bet -Angel. Win so you can recieve something from the defeated. Money, property, y'knoe those sorts of things, humans do it all the time"

"No no, you missed the point. A Grand Gesture, you know a gesture that-thats -gratuitous"

Said drunk Aziraphale who had confused the words Gratuitous and Grandiose

"Wot? You mean like the whole "prostrate yourself, kneel at the feet and beg for for absolution" sort of thing?"

Crowley continued, missing what Aziraphale had tried to say while somehow still wandering in the general direction of what Aziraphale had been attempting to suggest.

Aziraphale wrinkled his pert nose in distaste at the idea of what Crowley thought he might be suggesting.

"No, I don't think either of us would enjoy seeing that very much"

"No, WE- would not." -

Crowley paused, recalling someone who would enjoy such a display. He refocused back on Aziraphale.

-"Then what is it you are trying to suggest? Stand on my head and talk in a silly voice? Run around with you on my back like a mule?"

That made Aziraphale giggle

"hehe AHEM m-no. Not quite that either, but I think we're on the right track"

Crowley's suggestion (which was clearly meant to be a joke) gave Aziraphale an idea.

"Oh! I know! how about... a silly dance?"

"A wot?"

Crowley responded, confused as to how dancing had come into the conversation.

"A dance! You do know what dancing is don't you?"

"Nghk*-n-yeah...but, I thought angels don't dance?"

"Oh! It wouldn't even count as dancing, really it's just a *he waves his hand in the air* silly little... dance of sorts."

"Right, and what would this *he imitates Aziraphale's hand movement* silly little dance look like exactly?"

Azirpahale frowned in concentration,

When he'd made the suggestion, he hadn't thought he'd have to know what the "dance" looked like.

"Well...maybe something... something..."

He paced, gestured, and mapped out movements in his mind.

"-something like this!"

*Aziraphale began to sing a song with some footwork in small dance steps*

"🎶You we're right, you were right-🎶"

Crowley interrupts

"you didn't say anything about singing being a part of it?"

"-its part of it!"

Azirphale quipped back, annoyed at having his concentration interrupted

"Now let me start over"

*He starts the dance over again*

🎶"You were right, you were right"

"I was wrong"

"You were right!"🎶

Aziraphale finishes the song and dance for Crowley

"See? I think this will work splendidly, don't you?"

He gives a proud little wiggle.

Meanwhile, Crowley gets an idea...

"Could you do it again? I don't think I get it"

He asks, clearly up to something.

"Look, you'd have to go like this-"

Aziraphale demonstrates the dance a second time.

-"Now, I hope you were watching closely because I expect a perfect rendition from you once I win this wager, no half-ing it!"

He wiggled his finger at the demon, feeling quite plum and pleased at his cleverness. Seeing Crowley do the dance promised to be quite satisfying.

"Maybe give it another go. I really~ wanna make sure I know what I'm getting."

Crowley was laying it on thick, exaggerating his eagerness to "learn" this new dance while a smirk was desperate to escape his face.

Aziraphale goodnaturedly starts to demonstrate for a 3rd time.

"It really quite simple its-

He stops abruptly

Crowley is shaking with the force required to contain his mirth.

Aziraphale has a realization of what Crowley has been doing-

"CROWLEY!"

Azriaphale exclaimed, abashed- A dash of reproach added in his voice for good measure towards the wily demon.

*Crowley burst into a loud cackle*

"AAh hAhA  *snort* haha ha!"

"You were having me on weren't you!"

"hehe -You *snort* caught on a lot faster than *hehe* then I expected"

"Really now? You were just going to make me repeat the dance over and over!? It's supposed to be for the wager!"

"Oh come on Angel-"

"Well you're not getting me to do it again."

Crowley smirked, remembering something Aziraphale seemed to have forgotten.

"Well, once I win, you'll have to do another show of it"

Aziraphale began to pale, turning a similar shade of white to his hair.

Crowley leaned over so his citrine serpentine eyes peered over his dark lenses. His eyes crinkled in amusement at the flummoxed angel before him.

"I'm looking forward to the encore Angel~"

(It would come to pass that Aziraphale would demonstrate the dance many more times throughout their history, much to his chagrin and to Crowley's great pleasure)

FULL FIC ON AO3 HERE!!!

"The Little Dance"- (Origin of The Apology Dance)

VillianousAce (TheSleepParalysisDemon)

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[no-nightingalez]

“Oh, Angel”, Crowley says to the newly fallen angel that stands before him.

“Don’t call me that. I’m not an angel anymore.”, Aziraphale responds with a look of shame painted upon his face.

Crowley takes a step towards Aziraphale, reaching out to hold Aziraphale’s face in his hands. He looks at Aziraphale like he’s the world, because to him, he is.

“Oh Aziraphale, you’ll always be my Angel.”

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[ivory--raven]

It's another fem angelfish thing for femslash feb day 3, which is cake. Jeanne mentioned (again) brioche discussed.

“Brioche,” says Michael suddenly. “Why have they forgotten it was brioche?”

Dagon looks up from fiddling with a strand of her hair. “What’s brioche?”

“It’s bread,” says Michael. “A kind of bread. It’s not cake.”

“Are bread and cake really so different? I thought cake was bread with more sugar.”

Michael shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter, about the sugar. It matters about the word. Let them eat cake. Why do they think it was let them eat cake?”

“I’ve heard that saying before,” says Dagon. “Let them eat cake. So it’s wrong?”

“The real saying is let them eat brioche,” says Michael. “Brioche is called brioche. Not cake. Not Gâteau.” 

It took a minute for the language to click. “This is about France, isn’t it?” Michael has been fond of France since getting to know Jeanne d’Arc. Jeanne loved France - loves France - and Michael loves Jeanne. She is her favourite human, her favourite saint, like a daughter, a mentee. Because Jeanne loves France, so does Michael. 

Michael doesn’t respond, so Dagon tries again. “You could go there.” We could go there, she thinks, she might like to go with her. But that would be Jeanne’s decision. Jeanne is Michael’s human, not Dagon’s. Michael’s daughter, not Dagon’s.

“You’re excluding yourself in your head again,” says Michael. “Don’t do that.”

Dagon looks away. “What you have with her is special. Between the two of you.”

“Yes. It is. But that doesn’t mean there’s no space for you.” Michael inches closer. “Jeanne likes you. And I…”

Dagon shifts, letting Michael’s hand take hers.

“I love you,” says Michael. 

“I love you,” echoes Dagon. “Are you-”

“I’m sure.”

Dagon smiles. The anxiety, the wrongness, the self-induced aloneness isn’t gone, but it’s faded. “Even if I said let them eat cake?”

Michael rolls her eyes. “You like me too much.”

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[medusdeeznuts]

This is based off my headcanon that Beelzebub was the Archangel Zadkiel, the angel of mercy

“Mercy” a single word, uttered by the Almighty at their creation. That’s who they are, Heaven’s Mercy, new and bright and determined. With a big heart and small hands, they fashion tiny creatures for this new world. Bees and butterflies and worms and ants. New life so delicate only the most Merciful and gentle hands could possibly hold and shape them.

“Mercy” Samael calls to them, pleads with them to understand. In their infinite compassion, they do. It wounds the Lightbringer to be bereft of answers, as he is only trying to illuminate their path. They give him their gentleness and support. He needs it, after all, they are Merciful, surely the Almighty can understand.

“Mercy!” Used for the first time as a plea as they throw themselves between Michael and Lucifer. Their heart is breaking, everything is wrong, this is not what Heaven is supposed to be. “Please, let no more bleed today!”

But Heaven has no more room for Mercy

“Mercy-“ the worst is lost to the howling wings in their ears and the screams as their grace is ripped from them. They plummet from the sky, everything hurts, they are burning, they don’t understand

(After the climb, burning and sobbing, from putrid boiling sulfur, feeling the maggots and flies growing in their rotting grace, they will understand. Mercy is dead, Mercy is dead and rotting)

“Mercy” Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies, Prince of Hell, chokes on the word as they grind their rotten teeth. They seethe at the traitorous snake in the tub as she scores Hell’s only pardon. It tears open old wounds they don’t remember how to bleed from.

“Mercy” It is a vain, haggard whisper at the feet of their King. It changes nothing as the only body they have known for 6,000 years is ripped from them. It is agony unlike any other, pain of the flesh and the loss of identity. But Lord Beelzebub does not cry. (It is simply damp and leaking in Duke Dagon’s office, where they hole up after. The aquatic demon will pretend not to notice. He will also pretend his heart doesn’t break, because he is a demon and demons aren’t supposed to care)

Hell has never had room for Mercy

Mercy. Not spoken this time, but the concept. A compromise, a cease fire, lavender eyes and melodious miracles. There is warmth where there hasn’t been in a very long time. The Prince of Hell relinquishes the fly to the first Merciful hands they have seen in a very long time. Later in a bookshop they will grasp that same hand, unafraid for the first time. After all, only the most Merciful and careful hands can touch such delicate creatures without crushing them. His hands are gentler than any they have ever known. It is all so new and yet tastes so old and they are filled with light again.

Gabriel has made room for Zadkiel

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[ashfae]

In the Beginning

“In the beginning,” said Brian, lying on the grass, “there was nothing. Then God said ‘Let there be light.’ And there was still nothing--” He flashed a grin at his friends. “--but now you could see it!”

Pepper groaned. “That’s ridiculous.”

“And it doesn’t make any sense,” said Wensleydale. “How can you see nothing?”

“I dunno,” said Adam, considering this. “I think I get it. Like…just a huge white space, waiting.”

“Waiting for what?” Pepper asked sarcastically. “Brian to spill something on it?”

“Actually, yeah,” said Adam, looking up. “Something like that. Needing someone to come and mess it up.” https://archiveofourown.org/works/47091118/chapters/118641076 - by Ashfae

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[geometricfractal]

Crowley sighed softly, nestling in against Aziraphale’s side. The angel made room for him, shifting an arm to rest around Crowley’s shoulders. 

“What are you reading?” Crowley asked. 

“Oh, it’s this very interesting piece on ancient empires, and their similarities and differences, and what we can learn from them today…” 

Aziraphale kept talking, but as he did he lifted a hand to Crowley’s hair and started gently combing through it, absentmindedly and comfortably, and Crowley’s brain decided that maybe Aziraphale’s exact words weren’t so important after all. Better to just curl up here and softly melt under his angel’s touches, letting the beloved sound of that angel’s voice wash over him. 

(Aziraphale could tell, of course. He’d done it on purpose, and a warm happiness settled in him at the knowledge that he had succeeded in allowing his demon to rest.)

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[weirdmorefics]

Hiya, could you do a Aziraphale x Demon!Reader x Crowley (if that's alright with you) where it's the end of season 2 and the reader is arguing with Aziraphale because he's leaving and Crowley is just standing behind them still trying to comprehend what's happening, but because the reader is a demon they have never cried not once in their life so they start breaking down (ugly crying) and it pisses of Crowley seeing reader cry like that, hope this request is alright can change it it you want to x

A/n- Oh my goodness love this request I am a sucker for angst

AO3, Etsy Shop, Youtube,

TW- Major sadness

Reader's Pronouns- They/Them

Word Count- 978

Nothing Lasts Forever

Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale

Y/n anxiously plays with their hands waiting for Aziraphale to return, "Do you think he's safe with Metatron?"

"I am sure he will be fine. As much as we love to save our dear angel and mock him mercilessly, he's been protecting himself for eons," Crowley replies confidently.

Despite Crowley's confident words his face does not appear to match. He places Y/n's hands in his own and does not speak a word about it.

After sitting in silence for a long time, just the two of them ruminating on their own thoughts, a bell rings. Y/n stands up speedily and Crowley is quick to follow. Y/n moves closer to Aziraphale to check if any harm has been done but he has the widest grin on his face so the pair doubt he is injured.

"What did he want," Y/n asks fearing the answer.

"With Micheal being gone... there is a space. He wants me to be an archangel," Aziraphale beams with shock and joy.

Y/n is frozen in shock and Crowley steps closer, "He said what?"

"He said I could appoint you both to be angels! Come back to heaven and-and everything!" He uncharacteristically stutters due to the pure amount of joy. "Like old times probably even nicer!"

Y/n clenches their fist and gulps loudly even though they don't technically need to as a celestial being it just seemed like the situation desperately called for it.

Crowley went straight to anger, "And you told him where he can stick it? Oh, we're better than that! You're better than that, Angel! You don't need them! Y/n and I certainly don't need them! They ask Y/n and I back to Hell! We said no! I am certainly not going back to their team! Neither should you!"

"You two obviously said not to Hell, they're the bad guys," Aziraphale states surely. "Heaven is the side of truth, light, of good," he lists confused as to what Crowley is not getting.

If I could throw up I think I would. If Hell loves punishment so much you think they would make vomiting a must because it looks really painful when humans do it. Again maybe they wouldn't do that because vomiting is a way of cleansing your stomach and they are very against that.

"When Heaven ends all life on earth all humanity will be just as dead as if Hell did it," Crowley states. "Tell me you said no," Crowley says each word as if it were the end of a sentence.

Aziraphale does not respond and I am finally able to push words out of my mouth, "You did say no Azirapahle... right?"

"If I am in charge I can make a difference," he looks into Y/n's eyes with pity.

Y/n eyes have an unfamiliar feeling, they feel wet and sting.

Crowley starts to pace, "Oh god, oh, I didn't get a chance to say what I was going to say. I better say it now. Right okay. We are a team a group of us, we have known each other a long time, we all rely on each other. I would like us to- I mean if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it. Go off with each other, then we three can! Just the three of us! We don't need Heaven we don't need Hell. They are toxic! We need be away from them and just be us," he looks between the two of us.

The unfamiliar feeling in y/n's eyes spreads leaving a trail of wetness down their cheek. The wetness keeps spreading they can feel several different lines of water down my face.

Aziraphale runs up to Crowley, "Come with me to Heaven I'll run it the best and you will be my second in command! We can make a difference!"

Y/n bites her lip harshly, " What about the bookshop? What about humanity? The new food inventions you will miss out on? What about our life here!"

The two look at Y/n oddly and the new feeling in them makes them clench their eyes tight and gasp. Y/n wipes their hand across their face and looks down at the wetness in their hands. The wetness won't stop streaming down my face. This isn't right. I shouldn't be able to cry. I shouldn't feel this deeply. Nevertheless, I can't stop the water in my eyes and can't stop gasping for air that I don't even need.

Aziraphale looks at me in a way he never has before. It's the gaze humans give their offspring when they first realize the world is unfair and unjust.

"Oh Y/n, nothing lasts forever," Aziraphale says regretfully.

Y/n puts their palm to their chest and gasps, "Oh."

Crowley looks at Aziraphale with disgust, "That's how it is... good luck then."

Y/n looks up at Crowley vision blurry with newfound tears and Crowley looks back mournfully. Crowley throws his arm around Y/n's shoulder and starts to escort them out the door.

"Good luck?' Aziraphale gasps. "I don't think you know what I am offering the two of you!"

"I think the two of us know better than you do," Crowley snaps back.

Aziarphale tries to negotiate with Y/n, "Y/n, please you are supposed to be the reasonable one out of the two of you! You are no demon you are crying!"

Crowley's jaw tightens and Y/n clenches their fists harder than they have in their entire long life.

Y/n can barely gasp out, "You hear that?"

Aziraphale shakes his head rapidly, "I hear nothing!"

"Exactly, no nightingales," Y/n gasps again.

"You idiot! We could have been something! Just the three us," Crowley shouts as he leads Y/n out the door leaving a stunned and a little bit broken Aziraphale.

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[averageanonymous]

Summary: Aziraphale x Crowley Dialogue Drabble inspired by the randomly generated prompt: "Describe a Summer Evening"

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"It's too hot."

"The sun is setting. I'm sure it'll be cooling down before you can say-"

"If you say tickety-boo."

"...I wasn't going to say tickety-boo."

"Ngh. Doesn't change the fact that it's bloody sweltering out here, sun setting or not."

"You're the one who suggested feeding the ducks."

"Good thing too! Those frozen peas are probably the only thing keeping them from being roasted alive."

"Well I'm certain complaining about the matter will persuade the sun to lower the temperature for you."

"You know I helped create the damn thing; least it could do is show a little respect, not try to boil me."

"My dear, you're a supernatural entity -"

"And a bloody Snake! Cold-blooded, angel!"

"- with the power of Hell at your fingertips."

"Nnnggghhh. Point?"

"My point is: You have options. Wearing a color that isn't black might be a place to start."

"..."

"What?"

"Nah, s'nothing... Just, y'know, imagining the absolute fit you'd throw if I suggested you try wearing something that couldn't be found between the shades of tan and beige. Personally, I think a nice dark blue would suit you."

"This isn't about me. And my beige isn't soaking up the heat like a well-tailored sponge."

"Ohhh come off it."

"Hm. You know I'm right, dear. Now let's say we head to the bookshop. I have a new bottle of bourbon I think you'll enjoy."

"Now that's the best idea I've heard all day."

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Thanks for reading!

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[raz-writes-the-thing]

New Year's Kiss (Good Omens One-Shot)

Aziraphale x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Aziraphale asks to be your New Year's kiss.

Fic type: holiday fluff

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You’d mentioned it when you were a little tipsy on New Year's morning. You’d never been kissed. You’d never had a kiss on New Year’s either. Well, those things sort of went hand in hand, but the point was- you’d never felt someone’s lips upon yours. 

It wasn’t necessarily something that upset you. It was a fact just like how caterpillars have, like, four thousand muscles was a fact. But Aziraphale was a romantic at heart, and how could he let a stunning creature such as you go without a New Year’s kiss when there wouldn’t be another chance of that for another whole year? Not a long time for Aziraphale, no- but it was for you. 

So, at five minutes to, Aziraphale took your hands in his and gave you one of his ever so charmingly romantic smiles. 

“My dear,” he started somewhat hesitantly. Like he didn’t quite know what to say. “I’ve been thinking about your confession this morning.” 

“My confession?” You asked, having sobered up many hours previous. “Oh! The New Year’s kiss thing? Yeah, what about it?” 

Aziraphale’s thumb brushed over the back of your hand. Your heart skipped a beat. 

You’d had feelings for Aziraphale for a while now. How could you not? He was soft, kind, handsome and a reader. And he did his own washing- what more could you ask for, really? But you’d never really entertained the idea that he might have felt the same way for you. 

“I know I haven’t mentioned it before,” he said, clearing his throat and ordering his thoughts. “But- if you were amenable, I- well, I would be honoured if you’d do me the honour of being your first.” 

You blinked a couple of times, trying to let the information absorb into your brain. 

“Kiss, that is,” he hurriedly corrected, though you honestly wouldn’t have minded the alternative either just quietly. 

“I- Aziraphale,” you breathed, a smile slowly spreading over your lips. You bit down on your bottom one so as not to seem too eager. There was a squeal threatening to escape you any second now.

“I know this is highly unusual for romantic courtships,” he continued on, clearly growing anxious now. “But I just thought, well, why not ‘shoot my shot’, as it were.” 

Your eyes darted to the countdown on the television. Just a minute left now. Outside, you could hear the people gathered on the street start to countdown. 

“I- yes, Aziraphale. I would love that.” 

Aziraphale looked very pleased with himself, and he let go of one of your hands to brush his forefinger down your cheek. 

“You’re truly stunning, my dear. Gorgeous.” 

You could feel your cheeks flush slightly at the compliment. Aziraphale was always paying you compliments, but they never ceased to fluster you with their sincerity. 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you chuckled back, eyes roaming over his features. He really was gorgeous, wasn’t he? Outside, you could hear the countdown get louder as it reached ten seconds to go. 

Your grin was infectious, and Aziraphale shot you one of his own. He shuffled in place as if he were nervous. He probably was. 

And then the countdown struck zero, and Aziraphale’s lips were on yours. Soft skin but a firm press of his lips. Your arms wound around his neck and you pressed yourself close. You’d waited so long for this- for a kiss, for Aziraphale, really. 

And now you had him. 

Zira pulled away and pressed his forehead to yours affectionately. He held you close, not wanting to let go of you just yet. 

“Happy New Year, my darling,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Happy New Year, Zira,” you replied lovingly. 

It was gonna be a good year. You just knew it.

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[okjetaime]

"Hello, Crowley."

"Oh, wow, to what do I own the honour, Supreme Archangel?" the bitter venom tries its best to cover the pool of feelings underneath; grief, guilt, longing, hope.

"I guess I'm just here to say I'm sorry."

"As in, sorry, you were wrong to think heaven can be fixed? and you realise now how stupid that idea is?"

"No!" frustrated grunt, hands clenched and unclenched, deep breath. "how come you just can't see--" another deep breath. Not the thing he came to say. This is not going to end up like last time. "That's actually not what I'm here about. Crowley."

The way he says his name. Like a prayer, like a plea, like a praise.

"I'm here to say I'm sorry because I realised there is a fact that might not have been made clear to you before."

"..."

"I never knew how to tell you, and this whole mess is making it even harder, but I have to try. Especially now that we are apart," for the first time in God knows how many years. Loss and loneliness really opens one's eyes. "I don't want you to think for a second that I don't love you, because I do, and if I ever say or do anything to lead you to think otherwise, that would be what I'm most sorry about."

"...say that again?"

"Seriously, Crowley, do you want the dance, too? I'm sorry, okay?"

Well, the dance might be nice for some other time, but, "no, only th-- the other part."

"Oh," a soft, sad smile. "I love you, Crowley."

(The world stops, as if to mark this moment down in its history forever.)

A sniff, a chuckle, "wow."

"I know we have a lot of disagreements between us right now, but I want this one thing to be what we're both sure about."

And that alone would have cured all the hurt, the broken pieces, the shattered hearts.

If only love was enough.

"Is this revenge?"

"Hmm?"

"You're gonna drop that on me then prance back to heaven like it means nothing?"

"I... was half hoping that I won't have to go back alone this time." The words alone and this time come out more full of emotions than he intended them to.

"You know I would have followed you anywhere, right?"

"But not heaven."

So, he does understand. "Not heaven."

A nod, defeated. "Even so, can you forgive me?"

"I'm... gonna have to think about it." (Of course I do, of course I do, of couse I do.)

"Alright, then," a sad smile, with glint of tears in the eyes. "I need to go back now. Can't let them notice." (Or you'll be in danger.)

One last look, filled to the brim with all the things left unsaid. At least they both can cross one out from that long list now.

"This is goodbye then, for now." (Please let it only be for now, please don't let it be forever, please don't let this be the last time.)

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[sadisticallysmirking]

Even Plants Need Love (Drabble)

Crowley is perplexed by Aziraphale’s treatment of the plants. Aziraphale is happy to explain.

Also on AO3

“Oh, your leaves are marvelous, my dear. They may be a bit brown, but I think they're lovely,” Aziraphale said, stroking the wilted leaves in question. Between his fingers, they softly rustled.

“You’ve really got to stop doing that.” Crowley scowled. “They’ll just get lazy.”

“Do you think so?” Aziraphale kept smiling. “I think it’s better for them.”

Better? That was ridiculous. “Why?”

“It might help them grow. If they’re loved.”

The corner of Crowley’s mouth twitched. Suddenly, he didn’t much feel like protesting. “If you say so, angel.” His voice softened.

Maybe the leaves didn’t look all that bad.

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