Imagine Crowley Getting A Letter To Complete Companys Annual Report For The Fell And Co Bookshop And

Imagine Crowley getting a letter to complete Company’s Annual Report for the Fell and Co Bookshop and he’s so confused.

Why on Earth are they sending letters to him, with red writing saying URGENT on top of it?

So he calls them asking what they’re on about and says he doesn’t own that bookshop, it belongs to Mr. Fell.

And they say that Mr Fell has always been on time and completing the reports before the deadline, except now. And they tried to get in touch with him but he’s unreachable. So they had to contact his business partner.

Business partner?

Crowley is even more confused.

So he looks at the documents again and indeed.

Company directors:

Aziraphale Fell and Anthony J Crowley

God: Aziraphale. This is your judgment day.

Aziraphale: Well. I always tried to be a good Angel.

God: You fell for a demon.

Aziraphale: A Fallen Angel.

God: Same thing.

Satan: Not really.

God: Yes, it is.

Satan: No. We are the First Fallen. Don’t throw us in the same bag with basic demons.

Aziraphale: Exactly. I have standards.

God: Either way.

Aziraphale: Okay, I did. That’s not my fault.

God: You have acted on it. That is your fault.

Aziraphale: Technically that is your fault.

Satan: Oh!

God: A… what?

Aziraphale: You’ve created him. He’s your baby.

God: Well…

Aziraphale: So who made him beautiful?

Crowley: *turns red*

Satan: *snorts*

God: Aziraphale…

Aziraphale: So you’ve made him the prettiest Angel out there. And gave him the best personality. Made him a literal perfection.

Beelzebub: Ok, that’s subjective.

Aziraphale: You fell for Gabriel, you have no right to opinion.

Beelzebub: Hey!

Satan: He has a point.

Beelzebub: You shouldn’t even be involved in this. You’re subjective since you fancy Crowley.

Satan: It is called having a good taste. Which you don’t have.

Beelzebub: Gabriel has a personality he just doesn’t like you. Or Crowley.

Crowley: Good.

God: Anyway. Falling for him when he was an Angel makes no difference, Aziraphale, because when he became a Fallen Angel you still pursued him.

Crowley: He didn’t pursue me.

God: He pretended to be in danger and waited for you to rescue him.

Satan: I knew it.

Crowley: Wait, really?

Aziraphale: Lies and slander.

Crowley: *smirks*

Aziraphale: Well, that’s Satan’s fault.

Satan: What have I done this time?

Aziraphale: You made him even prettier.

Satan: Well, you don’t make your crushes uglier.

God: He has a point. You told me you jumped in to take Crowley out of boiling sulphur so he wouldn’t change. And then all you did was give him a tattoo and pretty snake eyes.

Crowley: Oh, yeah, I remember that.

Aziraphale: You were thrown into boiling sulphur?!

Satan: You didn’t tell him that?

Crowley: Why would I tell him that?

Aziraphale: I thought when you fall you have a nice demon take you to Hell! Like when I thought I fell and you came for me!

Satan: Oh boy.

Crowley: Well you were upset enough.

Random Angel: Awwh.

Aziraphale: So you, God, created the prettiest Angel with the best personality, then you kicked him out of Heaven, and Satan took over and made him even prettier. Where is my fault in this?

God and Satan: Well.

*silence*

Satan: You weren’t planning to do anything to them anyway, were you?

God: Yes, I did.

Satan: Oh, have a day off, what are we gonna do on Friday evenings if not watch catch up on these two. You’re gonna cancel my favourite tv show?

God: You are irresponsible.

Satan: You make all the decisions, I deserve this one. Aziraphale and Crowley, you’re free. Fuck off. Do your worst.

God: Do your best…!

*They’re both already gone*

*They just hear a mumbled “SATAN FANCIES YOU?! BOILING SULPHUR?!”*

God: NEXT!

This is Aziraphale. He like his personal space.

This is Crowley. He also likes Aziraphale's personal space.

He may have a bit of a crush 😇

Fictober 2023 #2

Prompt #2 - "Don't worry, I've got you."

Fanfiction: Good Omens

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Pairing: Ineffable Husbands/Aziracrow

Other Notes: A bit of fluff featuring Crowley having bad dreams, and soft/protective Aziraphale. 444 words!

Aziraphale started awake. 

Before Crowley had moved in, he’d hardly slept at all. Neither of them needed to, of course, but Crowley enjoyed it so much that Aziraphale hadn’t been able to resist the demon’s temptations for him to join in. Before he knew it, he found himself ending most days intertwined contentedly with Crowley, dropping off to sleep to the sound of his soft breathing. So, waking up was a sensation Aziraphale was still getting used to, and it took a moment for the angel to orient himself, and realize why he had woken up so suddenly. 

On the other side of the bed, Crowley was moving in his sleep, and a sore spot on Aziraphale’s shin suggested that he had just been kicked. Blinking himself a bit more awake, Aziraphale pushed himself up on one arm and rubbed his face. As his eyes adjusted to the pale semi-light of the moon creeping in around their curtains, he realized that Crowley was whimpering, writhing and shaking beneath the covers.

“Hey!” Aziraphale called softly, reaching out to place his hand on Crowley’s shoulder. The demon jerked, lashing out wildly with an elbow, and Aziraphale tucked his arm back. Crowley was still asleep, but something had hold of him, and he could neither wake nor free himself from it. Aziraphale chewed his lip. Crowley had mentioned that he had nightmares sometimes but, typical of himself, had not gone into detail. Clearly, he hadn’t wanted to worry, but what good was that now?

“Hey,” Aziraphale said, yet more softly, and lowered himself back to the mattress. He inched his body closer to Crowley’s bit by bit, until again he reached out, this time, slowly and gently placing his hand on Crowley’s back. “Hey,” he whispered as Crowley trembled beneath his fingers, and slid his hand over Crowley’s ribs until his arm wrapped around the sweat-chill chest, and his chest pressed into Crowley’s back.

“Shh… shh, don’t worry,” Aziraphale murmured, closing his eyes against the fearful sounds still escaping from the being beside him, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Still sleeping, Crowley drew a deeper breath, and shifted. Aziraphale sighed as his demon turned into him, sneaking his free arm under Crowley’s neck as he adjusted position. Crowley’s upper arm in turn threw itself over Aziraphale’s shoulder, the other curling up between them as his face tucked itself into the angel’s shoulder. Aziraphale pulled his grip gently tighter, drawing Crowley snugly to his chest. His fingers found their way into Crowley’s hair and stroked methodically as the demon slowly quietened, released from his dreams in his angel’s safe embrace.

“Don’t worry, my love. I’ve got you.”

I love this so much!

In their cottage there will be pictures of them taken over all these years because Aziraphale will steal them from Heaven like thanks for the photoshoot I’m going to decorate the house with these.