“You’ve seen a lot of weird stuff today, traveler. Here are some cute ghostly kittens to restore your faith in the world. Now, tell us what is worrying you.” Webtoons

i had three fic ideas.  wrote one.  i still have three fic ideas.  this is not how math is supposed to work.

can this post please back up it’s too close to home

I had five ideas, I wrote two, now I have seven

Listen. They’re called “plot bunnies” for a reason, and it’s not just because they hop around all over your brain demanding attention.

🎶99 fanfic ideas on my blog

99 fanfic ideas~

Take one down, pass it around

137 fanfic ideas on my blog🎶

this post walked into my house and kicked in my ribs

For anyone who ever asked me where ideas come from. They creep in and breed when you’re making something else.

These sneek peaks are going to kill me ✨

@rollstoast, i did my best

Bullies

pairing(s): parent!ineffable husbands x teen!non-binary!reader, ineffable husbands

synopsis: [Name] is being harassed relentlessly, so much so that their parents have to step in

warnings: cursing, lgbtphobia (specifically transphobia and/or enbyphobia) 

a/n: i am on a roll i say 

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“The fuck does non-binary even mean, huh? Shit’s stupid. one or the other, like my dad says.” 

You bit your lip, trying to focus on putting your things away so you could go home. The boys next to you seemed to notice your trembling as you put your school books in your backpack. 

“Aye, [Name], c’mere.”

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Bullies

pairing(s): parent!ineffable husbands x teen!non-binary!reader, ineffable husbands

synopsis: [Name] is being harassed relentlessly, so much so that their parents have to step in

warnings: cursing, lgbtphobia (specifically transphobia and/or enbyphobia) 

a/n: i am on a roll i say 

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“The fuck does non-binary even mean, huh? Shit’s stupid. one or the other, like my dad says.” 

You bit your lip, trying to focus on putting your things away so you could go home. The boys next to you seemed to notice your trembling as you put your school books in your backpack. 

“Aye, [Name], c’mere.”

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A simple sketchy drawing

A simple sketchy drawing

Strange Things Lurk In the Dark (Aziraphale x Sorcerer!Reader x Crowley Pre-Relationship)

Characters: Crowley, Sorcerer!Reader, Aziraphale

Requested: Yes 

Requested by: Anon

Point of View: Third Person Reader

Summary: Heaven finds a prophecy, believing it to be the impending doom of Crowley and Aziraphale. Little do they know, it’s just the opposite.

Warnings: poorly written combat, minimal editing.

Words: 1395

A/N: I modified the prophecy the anon sent into me and tried my best to write it in the 1600’s “I spelle however I want to spelle” way. Also, for the sake of the story, let’s say that Aziraphale kept the flaming sword. I’m not really satisfied with this ugh.

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Daily Doodles (Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley Soulmate AU)

Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, Reader

Requested: Yes

Requested by: @ellenatyler

Point of View: Second Person, Crowley

Warnings: None

Words: 877

A/N: The Soulmate AU I chose for this one is the one where whatever you draw on your skin appears on the skin of your soulmate. Also, this is a fem!reader, but again, gendered terms aren’t easy to use when doing second person POV

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NEW CLIP! CROWLEY CALLING AZIRAPHALE ANGEL! ❤ 🐍😊

Touch Starved (Aziraphale/Reader/Crowley)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, crying, comfort, brief and vague mentions of abusive past, language

Pairings: Aziraphale/Crowley, Aziraphale/Reader, Crowley/Reader

Key: ☁️🧸💣☂️

Summary: You were never big on physical affection. You learned at a very young age that it wasn’t safe. But after a particularly rough week, you find yourself craving someone’s touch. You go to your good friends, Aziraphale and Crowley, but you don’t know how to breach the subject. Luckily, your angel and demon know you well enough to know that something is wrong, and eventually, they coax it out of you. Fluffy cuddles ensue. 

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A/N: I wrote this really quickly, in like under two hours, and didn’t do any proofreading, so if there are mistakes, please let me know!

Of course it has to be raining today. Normally, you’d be thrilled, but after the week you’ve had, it just seems like the sour icing on a moldy cake. And on top of all that, you forgot your umbrella this morning. 

A frustrated sigh leaves your lips as you make your way through the crowded London streets. You know you could just call Crowley to come pick you up, but you hated the thought of being a bother (although he and Aziraphale would always insist that you were ‘no such thing’ and they were ‘always happy to help out a friend’). As much as you loved the sentiment, you still couldn’t bring yourself to ask for help. You had a hard time speaking up for yourself and expressing your needs. 

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More sketchy shaeningans of my Good Omens role reversal AU (where Crowley is a God’s fiery flying serpent and Aziraphale an owl demon)

Love it

Hearing David Tennant confirm that Crowley is cuddly fills me with an indescribable amount of joy.

Alas, “cuddling w/ Crowley” hcs coming soon… 🤍👀

Too Late (Aziraphale x Reader)

For @throw-some-good-music-my-way , I’d like to start with an apology to everyone who decides to read this because yeah, I’m sorry

“I’m sorry, angel. I’m so, so sorry.”

“… I loved her.”

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“Aziraphale!” You shuffled into the bookstore, arms full of new copies of old favorites.

“Oh, goodness, (Y/n)!” Aziraphale rushed over to your side. “You’ve got to be more careful! One of these days you’re going to get hurt doing that.”

“You’re probably right,” you sighed and set the books down on his desk. “But if I don’t do this then you’ll never sell any books, and if that happens then who’s to stop the mafia from finding excuses to run all over you and then it’s just a matter of time before you lose the shop-”

“Breathe!” You stopped and took a deep breath. “Better?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“It’s alright,” he patted your shoulder gently, “but you need to stop worrying about me all the time. You’ll make yourself sick.”

“Sorry.”

“And stop apologizing! You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“Sorry.”

“Oh dear,” he shook his head, “perhaps some tea would help?”

“You always know how to put me at ease, Zira.”

“I’m an angel, dear, it’s what I do.” He smiled and went to the back to prepare you some tea.

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It felt like you’d known Aziraphale for all your life, and thinking back on that you may actually have, but you didn’t start to actually converse with him until after a year of working for him. That is to say, you didn’t not speak to him for a year, it’s just that you were too anxious and awkward to hold a conversation until then.

In that next year, you two became very close, in the way that friends do. You never thought of him as anything other than a friend during that time. He was just Aziraphale, the quirky like man who liked books and food.

After working with him for over 3 years though, you started to notice how your heart would skip a beat every time he smiled or how you felt nauseous just thinking about him grabbing your hands. You began to panic over these feelings. He was your best friend and your boss after all.

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“Just talk to her!” Crowley paced in front of Aziraphale. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“If Heaven found out that I’d been-if something happened-” Aziraphale fumbled for an excuse. “It’s too much of a risk.”

“Do you love her or not?!”

“I, I don’t know.” Crowley sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“You really are a mess, aren’t you?”

“Love is a complicated thing, Crowley,” Aziraphale sighed. “And I’m not even sure I’m capable of that kind of love. Not the kind you’re talking about anyway.”

“Sure you can, you just haven’t let yourself yet. Because you’re afraid. Because she’s mortal and you’re not.”

“That’s quite enough of that,” Aziraphale snapped. “My personal affairs are none of your concern.”

“Alright,” Crowley backed up, “fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you though. Time moves quicker than you’d think.”

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You didn’t discover Aziraphale’s supernatural origins until even later than those 3 years. Of course, you’d been very polite about the whole thing but inside you were dying with questions. Could he fly? Could he miracle you a sandwich? Did he know any fallen angels? Could he love? Naturally, you were too nervous to ask your questions though so they just burned away at your mind and heart.

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“Angel!” You’d been working in the back when you heard the front doors of the shop thrown open. Taking a peak around the corner of a shelf, you recognized the man as the demon Crowley. Aziraphale had told you many stories about him and you’d actually come to admire the man. He’d saved your Zira countless times and you were very thankful for that.

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry but,” you slowly approached him. “Aziraphale is, uh, he’s,” you pointed to the ceiling.

“He’s what?” Crowley raised an eyebrow. “Upstairs?”

“Well yes, but actually no.”

“Spit it out then! This is kind of important!”

“He’s up upstairs.”

“He’s what-?! Oh.” He rubbed his face. “He’s up upstairs.”

“Yeah.”

“Did… Did Gabriel call him?”

“No, he, he went on his own.”

“What for?!” Crowley walked angrily in a circle. “It’s not like they’re going to listen to him! They want this war! They’re not going to help!”

“Uh, I know it’s not my place,” you bit your lip, “but I think Aziraphale is just trying his best as an angel. He has, uh, a lot of faith in upstairs even if it’s not justified.”

“I’m sorry,” Crowley walked up to you, “who’re you again?”

“Oh, um, I’m (Y/n).” You held out your hand, hoping he wouldn’t notice that it was shaking. He only gave it a look before stepping back and examining the rest of you.

“I see, hmm.” He nodded and gave you a weird smile. “I’m Anthony. Anthony J.-”

“Crowley,” you accidentally finished for him. “I, I know.”

“You do?”

“Aziraphale’s told me about you.”

“Did he now?” He nodded approvingly. “Anything else he tell you?”

“He said that you’re a demon but, but you’re nice.”

“I am not-!” He pulled his hair. “I am not nice!”

“But-”

“No,” he snapped and pointed at you. “No buts. I’m a demon, I’m not nice.”

“… What’re you doing here?” You had wanted to sound firm but you just sounded like a frightened child.

“Armageddon is days away, what do you think I’m doing?”

“Trying to stop it, I would hope.”

“Yes,” he sighed frustrated. “Of course I’m trying to stop it! I happen to like Earth! I don’t want it turned into a puddle of goo.”

“Maybe,” you rubbed your hands together nervously, “maybe I could help?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Well, as I see it, you’ve lost the Antichrist haven’t you?”

“Well, I mean-”

“And you can’t find him via supernatural means so why not use a human to find him?”

“Well, because, because,” he scratched his head. “I don’t know, because.”

“Please,” you begged, “I want to help. Zira is so stressed that it’s making me sick with worry just to look at him. I need to do something. Please.”

“… Alright, if it means that much to you,” he gave in.

“Thank you.” You scribbled down a note to let Aziraphale know where you’d gone and left with Crowley in search of the notorious son of Satan.

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“Hello!” You awkwardly waved to the group of children in the woods.

“Hello,” they politely waved back.

Crowley had narrowed down the location of the antichrist to the town of Tadfield for you so all you had to do was find an 11-year-old boy with a hellhound. You hadn’t heard a thing from Aziraphale since you’d left the shop but you prayed that he was alright.

“What’re you kids doing out here?”

“We’re playing,” the child with dirty blonde hair answered.

“Isn’t it dangerous out here by yourselves?”

“No,” the child with glasses answered. “We’ve been playing out here since we were 5, nothing’s ever happened to us before.”

“How old are you all?”

“My mum says I’m not allowed to tell strangers things about myself.” The fiery young girl spoke up.

“Well then you’ve got a very bright mum,” you smiled. “My name’s (Y/n), what’re yours?”

“I’m Adam,” the blonde one said, “these are my friends Pepper, Brian, and Wensleydale.”

“It’s so good to meet you,” you smiled. “Now look! We’re no longer strangers.” Pepper looked at Adam skeptically.

“We’re 11,” Pepper sighed. Just then, as if on cue, a dog came running up to Adam. He wasn’t a very big dog nor a very scary one, in fact, you would have loved a dog exactly like that one.

“Oh, who’s this?”

“This is Dog,” Adam announced proudly, “he’s mine.”

“I still can’t believe his parents let him keep it,” Wensleydale said. “None of our parents would let us have a dog.”

“So Adam’s the only one with a dog?”

“Unfortunately,” Brian sighed.

“Well then,” you stared at the dog. It didn’t seem very evil or hellish. “Guess I’ll be off, I’ve got to meet my brother for tea. I’ll see you all around.”

“See you!” They waved as you started down the path out of the woods. Once they were out of sight, you pulled out your phone and called Crowley.

“I found him, he’s here.”

“Good, meet me at the bus stop. I’ll pick you up in an hour, I’ve just got a quick errand I need to, uh, run.”

“Well hurry up,” you hissed. “Doomsday isn’t getting any further away.”

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Stuff didn’t exactly go as planned. Nothing ever seemed to go as planned when you involved a certain angel and demon. It wasn’t your fault but you were now waiting until the last second to get this show on the road. The End times were upon you and Crowley was nowhere in sight.

You sat at the bus stop, drumming your fingers on the bench when you saw Adam and his friends bike past you.

“Wait!” You ran after them. “Where are you going?!”

“The airbase,” Adam said definitively. “We’ve got some very important things to do.”

“I know,” you sighed. “Can I come with? Please?”

They all looked at one another and seemed to have a silent conversation.

“No, I don’t think so,” Adam shook his head.

“Please,” you put a hand on the bike handle. “My friends are going to be there, I just know it. I don’t have any way to get there myself.”

“Take a car,” Pepper suggested.

“I don’t have a car.”

“Yes you do,” Adam said.

You looked down at your hand to see a set of keys had appeared there. Looking up, the kids had gone and in their place, you saw a brand new car. Hesitantly, you clicked the button on the keys. The car beeped back.

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that.”

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“You’re so stupid!” You arrived at the airbase just after Crowley did. You ran up to him and gave him a good slap across the face. “You left me in town!”

“Sorry, was a bit busy trying to escape a giant wall of hellfire!” He spat and gestured to his flaming car.

“I hate you,” you threw your arms around him.

“I hate you too,” he laughed. “How’d you get here?”

“The antichrist gave me a car.”

“He what?!”

“(Y/n)?” An older woman walked up to you. You didn’t recognize her face but her voice was one you knew well.

“Zira?”

“Aziraphale? See you got a ride, nice dress,” Crowley approved.

“What-? How-?” You blinked.

“No time to explain,” he, she, whatever, grabbed your hand and dragged you to the airbase gate. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“But I am here.”

“Yes, I know,” he sighed. “I’m going to send you home.”

“No!” You pulled your hand out of, uh, theirs. “Zira, I can’t stand to sit at home and wait. I’ll go mad with worry or sick with fear. I’m safest here, with you.”

“(Y/n),” their face was torn.

“Oh let the poor girl stay, you obviously want her here,” a woman who you assumed owned the body said.

“You stay out of this,” Aziraphale spoke again.

“Kinda in a rush here,” Crowley walked up behind you. “End of the world and all, let’s go.”

“Right, just… stay close,” Aziraphale took your hand again and entered the location for the end of the world.

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You stood only about twenty paces from where the Archangel Gabriel and Lord Beelzebub stood. They stared you, Aziraphale, Crowley, and Adam down with nothing but hate in their eyes. Unfortunately, as awful as this turn of events was, you couldn’t help thinking what Mary thought when this guy appeared to tell her that she was pregnant.

“This is so pointless,” Gabriel sighed. “This changes nothing. Armageddon still needs to happen. The war is still coming.”

“No,” Adam put his foot down. “I won’t do it. The world is perfect as it is.”

“Little boy-” Gabriel looked as if he might blow a fuse.

“Adam,” you have no idea what possessed you to say that. “His name is Adam.”

“Oh, thank you. I mean, who even are you again?” Gabriel said sarcastically as he gestured wildly. “Oh that’s right, you’re just some stupid primitive human whose opinion I didn’t ask for. So why don’t you just shut the fuck up? Ok?”

“Don’t talk to her like that,” Aziraphale avoided Gabriel’s eyes and stepped in front of you protectively. “There’s nothing primitive about (Y/n). She’s brilliant and kind and, and nothing but amazing. So, so-”

“So shunt off,” Crowley finished for him.

“Yeah!” you raised your fist from behind Aziraphale.

“Oh Satan,” Beelzebub rubbed her temples, “what’re we going to do? The Great plan is being ruined by to lovesick idiots and a child.”

“Lovesick?” Aziraphale and Crowley looked at each other.

“Don’t look at me,” Crowley crossed his arms. “I’d sooner throw her out of my car at 100mpk than kiss her.”

“Love you too,” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“You can’t just stop The Great Plan,” Gabriel threw a tantrum. “It’s The Great Plan!”

“Yes, well, but is that the Ineffable Plan?” Aziraphale asked smartly.

“The what?”

“The Ineffable Plan,” Crowley nodded, understanding what was happening. “You know, the Almighty’s ultimate plan for the universe.”

“Wha-” Gabriel looked to Beelzebub, “What?!”

“I’m pretty sure Ineffable tops Great,” you added.

“But-we-how?!” Gabriel groaned. “Do you have any idea how hard it is going to be to tell 10 million angels to stand down?!”

“Try 10 million demons,” Beelzebub sighed. “At least we know who’s to blame.”

You all waved to the pair.

“Alright, well, this isn’t over,” Gabriel’s glare landed on you for just a millisecond longer than the rest.

“Bye-bye,” Crowley wiggled his fingers as they both vanished.

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“Do you think they’ll leave us alone now?”

“At a guess, they’ll pretend it never happened.”

“Hmmm.”

“Right. Anyone looking?”

“… Nobody. Right. Swap back then?”

It was true that no one in heaven, hell or on Earth was watching the pair as they swapped back to their original bodies. Crowley, who had just been Aziraphale a moment ago, rolled his shoulders and sighed. While Aziraphale, who only seconds before had been Crowley, readjusted his coat.

“A tartan collar? Really?” Crowley complained.

“Tartan is stylish,” Aziraphale defended himself.

“Well, what now?”

“Oh, I don’t know, perhaps I could finally try dancing again.”

“Angel, please,” Crowley held his head as if a headache was coming on. “Stop avoiding her.”

“I’m, I’m not avoiding her.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Fine,” Aziraphale stood up, “I’ll go and talk to her.”

“There’s a good man,” Crowley smiled. “And relax, the worst of it’s over now.”

“You’re right,” he smiled half-heartedly, “we’ve already survived Armageddon. How bad could one conversation be?”

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“Knock knock!” Aziraphale said as he knocked on your door. “It’s, uh, it’s me!”

There was no response.

“(Y/n)?” He tried the door, it swung open. “Your door’s unlocked, I’m letting myself in.”

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. Your apartment was a mess, furniture was thrown everywhere and there were scratches on the walls. Something terrible had happened here. Not knowing what else to do, Aziraphale called out quietly to his best friend.

“What’s wrong?” Crowley miraculously appeared at his side in moments. When he saw the state of the flat, his heart dropped into his stomach. “No.”

“I, I can’t find her,” Aziraphale choked on his own words. “There’s no trace of her anywhere, it’s, it’s like she never existed.”

“Those bastards!” Crowley was filled with rage. “They did this! I know it was them!”

“I spoke with her on the phone just last night,” Aziraphale’s voice was devoid of emotion.

“They must have gotten her while we were on trial. How vile can they get.”

It was then that Crowley realized just how upset Aziraphale was. Tears had begun to fall from his eyes and his body shook with grief. Crowley knelt beside him and took his friend into his arms.

“I’m sorry, angel. I’m so, so sorry.”

“… I loved her.” Aziraphale whispered and clung to Crowley like a young child. “I loved her and they killed her.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I wish there was something we could do,” Crowley removed his glasses as tears formed in his own eyes. “She was like a sister to me, but I can’t even imagine what you must be feeling.”

“I just feel so… empty without her…” He began to sob violently into Crowley’s shoulder.

“There, there, angel,” Crowley soothed his friend’s, broken heart. “I’m sorry.”

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Futile Souls: Good Omens Platonic Crowley/Reader

Summary: He saves you. And you chase him through several lifetimes trying to thank him. Platonic, no romance, written because Crowley loves kids

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Author’s Note: This is my first time writing (and publishing!) reader-insert fanfiction, and I got inspiration from a chapter of Little Pet Shop of Horrors, a Good Omen’s AU regarding Crowley sneaking kids onto the Ark (if the author would message me so I can credit, I would appreciate it!) and other reincarnation stories. These are all based on meetings he has with Aziraphale throughout history, and taking into context the problems that went on during this. This is not a condemnation of certain cultures, religions or peoples, but rather an observation of how it could have affected kids.

If anyone thinks the level of effort Crowley goes to in protecting kids is not accurate with the book or show, that that’s up to you. This is a personal view of what I think Crowley would do in situations where innocent kids will get hurt or killed. I also used the closest thing I could think of to the original names of Jesus and others, though I’m certain I may have inaccuracies. If there are any experts who can point them out for me, I’d appreciate knowing my mixups, though I don’t think I’ll be editing. (ie, no beta read, we die like men)

Also please note that I’m not doing romantic shipping because I personally view Crowley and Aziraphale as agender, asexual beings in reference to what Neil Gaiman has come out to say about them, being a demon and an angel and all. If you like romantic shipping, please write your own or support other readers!

I don’t own Good Omens, because if I did there would be real dinosaurs and I would be living in a castle by the sea, so don’t sue please.

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Two Demons

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The Fall

The Fall was violent. Crowley liked to joke that he ‘sauntered vaguely downward’ but he was tossed from heaven straight into the burning sulfur pits just like everyone else. The fire burned your feathers black and the wind tore at your skin, leaving scars that even miracles couldn’t heal. But you weren’t the worst off, some of the others had permanent boils on their skin, or missing limbs, even worse most of the ones who fell had their wings completely burned off.

“R-Raphael! Raphael! Where are you?!”

Bright red hair slowly came into view, “Here! Y/N, ‘m here!”

You quickly drag yourself closer to the other Archangel, “You’re alright, I couldn’t find you at first – I thought …”

Raphael flicked his, now golden-silted, eyes up at you. “I’ll be okay, Y/N, just a bit of a sulfur bath, nothing you didn’t go through too. And I don’t – I don’t think I want to go by Raphael anymore, now that we’ve been kicked out.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Whenever you decide on a name, just let me know. For now, I’ve been told to ‘go up and make some trouble’ care to join me?”

“Anything to get out of here”

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The Garden

Crawly, as Raphael now wanted to be called, could turn into a snake. A very convenient corporation to sneak around Eden with. You can turn into a sleek black cat, which is lovely for climbing trees and stalking the smaller animals the She made.

“Well, that went down like a lead balloon”

You take shape on the other side of the angel, “Quite, I really wasn’t expecting that kind of reaction, but then with the Almighty’s reaction to a couple questions I really shouldn’t be surprised”

Crawly looks over at the empty-handed angel, “Didn’t you have a flaming sword?”

“What?”

“You did! It was flaming like anything! What happened to it?”

The angel glances over to you, but you just raise on eyebrow in question, “I gave it away!” Crawly gives an incredulous look, “I gave it away! It’s dangerous out there, and she’s already expecting!”

Crawly and the strange angel continue talking and you watch as the humans fight off a lion. When you Fell, you and Crawly had vowed to stay together, and now you had a feeling that this angel would be regular presence in your life.

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1347 - Italy

“Aziraphale, how lovely to see you again” You quickly glide by the angel, black robe fluttering.

“And where do you think you’re going?” Aziraphale quickly trotted behind you, trying to keep his tights and tunic clean on the filthy streets. “Is this whole Plague nonsense your lots doing? And where’s Crowley? The two of you are usually inseparable”

“Crowley is probably doing the same thing I am trying to do, Aziraphale, which would be stopping people from dying as Heaven deemed it necessary”

“I’m sure I would have been told if Heaven was responsible for this! And besides, how are you explaining to Hell that you’re saving humans?”

You step into one of the many houses with a string of posy on the door, “Well, we tell them that we’re working against that Ineffable Plan, saving humans so we have more time to tempt them into giving up their souls to Hell. It’s quite simple really”

Aziraphale watches as you quietly heal the boils on two of the children’s faces, as you turn rotted skin whole again, and as you quietly purify the air, getting rid of all trace of disease.

The two of you step back out to the street, “You really do heal them”

“Of course I do, and the ones that are too far gone to save I ensure have a peaceful passing. Crowley and I … we try to make this time as easy as possible for the ones we can save.”

“But why? You are a demon! Healing … that seems more like my sides job”

If Aziraphale’s asking this, then he doesn’t know who Crowley was before his fall, and he hasn’t connected your name. “Human’s don’t deserve everything they’ve been handed, their lives are so short and neither of us like to see people suffer, especially children.”

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1862 – London

Aziraphale stares down at the note that Crowley handed him, “Holy water!? I’m not – I’m not going to give you a suicide pill!”

“Neither of us want to find out what happens if Hell finds out about you, Aziraphale”

The angel glares at the two demons, “Well, Heaven wouldn’t be too happy if I was caught fraternizing with some of your lot”

“Fraternizing!”

“Well, whatever you want to call it!”

Crowley’s face twisted up in a sneer, “I have plenty of people to fraternize with, angel!”

You reach out and gently place a hand on Crowley’s shoulder, “We’ll think of something else, Crowley. If they find us out … we’ll have to deal with it”

Aziraphale throws the paper in the river, and storms off, while you and Crowley turn towards the other direction.

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1967 – SoHo London

Aziraphale doesn’t say anything when he first approaches you, just stands back and watches Crowley with his group of thieves. You … have not been very kind to the angel since his comment about fraternizing in 1862.

“I don’t believe I ever apologized for what I said to you, about fraternizing. I didn’t truly mean it. The thought of you or Crowley going to that sort of extreme … is quite terrifying to me, in all honesty.”

You let out a sigh, “I know, I was angry because I consider you a very dear friend and you hurt both myself and Crowley with your comment. You realize that the holy water would be a last resort, don’t you? We didn’t make the request lightly, nor would we take our own demise lightly”

The angel let out a heavy breath, “I know, that’s why I’m giving you this”

Aziraphale hands you a tartan flask that you assume is filled with holy water, “I’m really not sure if I should thank you for this, angel, but I will anyway. So, thank you”

It’s about that time Crowley finishes talking to the humans and decides to join you and Aziraphale, “Well hello, angel. Wasn’t expecting to see you here”

“Just dropping a little something off”

Crowley smirks and raises an eyebrow, but you subtly shake your head, “Well, at least let me offer you a ride. Anywhere you want to go”

The angel lets out a soft sigh, “You go too fast for me, Crowley”

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11 years before the End of the World

“The bloody Antichrist! Why would we be chosen to deliver the bloody Antichrist?! You know I’m quite fond of Earth, I’d rather not be the catalyst that helps start the apocalypse!”

Crowley groaned softly, “I know! But we’re ‘well liked’ down there. Apparently, Lucifer still thinks we’re good enough to trust with his son”

You peek into the basket containing the Antichrist, “We need to tell Aziraphale, we need to figure something out”

“We will, Y/N, but we have to deliver the baby. We don’t have much of a choice in that”

“Unfortunately not. Drive on, then. We have a nunnery to get to”

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Don’t Cry

I based this on a fic I wrote for my other blog @batfam-imagines here’s a link to the original: Don’t Cry

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The Demon Crowley stands in front of you, sans glasses, his amber-snake eyes locked on your own silver eyes. “Raphael?”

His lip quirks up in a small sneer, the former Archangel barely recognizable dressed all in black and leather, “It’s Crowley now, Y/N”

Your mouth opens and closes, no sound escaping, just a soft exhalation of breath. Your silver-white wings tremble behind you, distress almost palpable in the air between the two of you.

Crowley let out his own breath, “It’s been a while, what made you seek me out now? Thought Heaven was leavin’ me and Aziraphale alone now.” Crowley stalks closer, his own midnight-black wings extending in response to yours. “Your lot had to have known where I was for the past 6000 years and known who I was for that matter. Why are you here now?”

A pressure builds up behind your eyes causing your vision to go hazy for a moment before it clears and suddenly your cheeks are wet, “I-I didn’t know! I s-saw a picture of y-you on Gabe’s desk and I just had to – I had to be sure. Heaven doesn’t even know I’m here! They – They told you me you died, in the Great War. That Morningstar killed you!” You scrub at the water on your face, tears were what Sandalphon had called them, “You were dead, so I had to take over as Healer! Damnit all, Raph – Crowley! You’ve really been alive this whole time?”

Crowley stares at you in shock before wrapping his arms, and wings, tightly around you, “None of that now, Stardust. Please don’t cry, you know I’ve never liked to see you upset.” The demon pulls a handkerchief out of nowhere and gently wipes your face, “There we are now, enough of that. You’ve found me now. You know, Aziraphale tells me that you were the only Arch not at his execution. Why was that?”

“I was the only one against it, and besides, I rarely ever leave the Healing Halls since the Fall. I haven’t ever been to Earth you know, sometimes I’d go wander the stars we made” You let out a wet chuckle, “I told Heaven I was taking a vacation, going to explore for a bit, so I think I’ll need a bit of a guide if you aren’t too busy”

“You’ll have to get to know Zira, of course. You ever meet him in Heaven?”

“Once or twice, the Guardian of the Eastern Gate, yeah? He was kind when we met, one of the few kind ones left”

The demon pulls back until just his arm is resting across your shoulders, “That he is. Now, come on then. Put your wings away and I’ll introduce the two of you. You always were my favorite twin, you know that?”

You snort, “I’m your only twin, you twit. We were created at the exact same time, for the exact same reason. No one else can say that about you!”

“Right you are, Stardust. Just promise no more crying, I still can’t bloody stand to see you cry”

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