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OOC UPDATE
Anyone who I'm currently rping with is probably confused as to where I have gone. Unfortunately, one of my relatives has passed away. I will get back to replying as soon as I feel okay enough. Thank you for understanding
Sincerely,
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Triple Trouble
celestialnovella
â Youâre a lady? You never told me that. â She said, smiling as she held the spider. â Misâ Spider. There you go, I have changed your name. â She pet the tiny spider that seemed calm upon her hands. â You are as lovely as you were handsome, Misâ â Sasha said, smiling at the large cold blooded creature.
Azeriphale wasnât very keen on spiders, though, he could certainly manage. Jasper was the first to open the door for everyone, Azeriphale and Sasha thanking him as they stepped out. â D'you think that we could get a tank for Misâ?â She asked, Azeriphale nodding. â Of course, dear. The last thing we would want is for Miss Spider to end up in someone elseâs room. Specifically Mr. Crowley and Iâs. â He assured with a bit of an excited, nervous smile.
Jasper was uncertain of the men he was to live with. It had nothing to do with their orientation, but it did have to do with the fact that they were seemingly opposites. It was definitely a bit odd to him.
As everyone piled into the car, the girls getting strapped into the car seats, Jasper just stood there, feeling anxious. He certainly remembered that of the last time he ended up in a foster home. Things were terrible as soon as they were far enough away from the shelter. â I- I donât want to go just yet. â He said, wanting to stay safe for as long as possible. He had seen it all, and, for some reason, he felt he was on the verge of vomiting. Then, his own anxious, heavy breathing manifested itself beside a tree. The boy vomited.
â oh, dear-â Azeriphale mumbled, looking at Crowley. It was concern that crossed his face. â Jasper has a sickness, sirs. When he gets nervous or scared, he breathes real heavy and has to be by himself because he canât breathe. Sometimes he throws up if heâs real nervous. â Sasha explained, absentmindedly petting her calm spider as she sat in her car seat.
âI think a tank is a wonderful idea,â Crowley replied, cradling Selina carefully in his arms. âWeâll look at YouTube for some suggestions when we get home.âÂ
He was buckling Selina into her seat and had just started to take care of Sasha (careful to work around the spider) when Jasper started throwing up. âOh dear.â He knew what that sort of anxiety felt like, but he was also more out of his depth when it came to older children. He looked to Aziraphale. âYou want to take care of that, angel?â
âAngel,â Selina giggled to her sister. âHe called him angel!â
Sasha giggled as well. â Maybe he is!â She said after a moment of thought. â He looks like one. â She whispered, eyes going wide with realization.
â Yes, Iâve got this, love. â He replied, walking over. â Are you alright, Jasper? â He asked, gently. The boy nodded. Azeriphale made a decision to use a miracle. Placing his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a tiny roll on essential oils blend. â I understand. It is rather daunting to just go along with whatever a caretaker says⊠itâs anxiety inducing. â He explained, his tone still very gentle as he kneeled beside Jasper, who was now looking at him. â You do?â He asked, hesitantly. Azeriphale nodded. â Indeed. Iâm a rather anxious individual. I often worry about everything. You can confirm that with Mr. Crowley if youâd like. Heâll attest to that. â He smiled, Jasper nodding a bit. There was no need to miracle a stress stone, seeing as he had already had one in his pocket. â I always carry this smooth stone. â He grabbed it, showing the other. â It helps me relax, to feel grounded when Iâm anxious. It is incredibly smooth. â He handed it to Jasper, who rubbed his thumb upon it with a nod. â I also have this. It smells absolutely delightful. Though, it has special properties that help with anxiety. Mint, lavander, some extract from certain anxiety relieving plants. â He explained. Of course, he put some extra miracle inhabiting properties. That way, it would create a placebo. He would think that the properties that were previously there still remained. It was all very quick witted. Or, as long as he kept the same vile, azeriphale could ensure it was always filled.
â You just rub it behind your ears and upon your wrists. It should take a few minutes, but when you feel it; it will be rather nice. â He explained, handing it to the boy, who rolled it on in the suggested places. â It smells nice. â Jasper commented, Azeriphale nodding. â I thought the same. â He added, smiling. Jasper then stood, looking up at a Azeriphale as he stood as well. â I think Iâm ready to goâ he said, walking with Azeriphale to the car to sit in between his sisters.
â Alright, I think weâre all set to go! Thereâs snacks back there if you guys are hungry. Apple juice and cookies. â Azeriphale offered, sitting in the passenger seat, Jasper distributing the apple juice and cookies. Sasha ate hers, feeding a few crumbs to Miss Spider as she sipped her apple juice
âDo you think that makes Sir Crowley a demonâŠ?â Selina puzzled to herself. âNaw, âs silly. Demons donât fall in love wiâ angels.â
When Jasper got in the car, she took his hand. âAll right, Jaz? You smell pretty.â
Jasper smiled fondly. âYes, Selina, Iâm okay. Mr. Fell gave me some smelly oils to calm me down.â
Selina nodded, satisfied, and went back to her biscuits.
âWe should be home in about an hour,â Crowley told them. âI hope you like Queen! I forgot to put any of my other CDs in my car.â
âYour car still has a CD player?â Jasper asked, leaning forward to peer at the console. âThose things are, like, ancient history.â The first notes of Bohemian Rhapsody graced the speakers. âNah, not this one! Play We Will Rock You!â
Crowley chuckled, switching over to that particular song, watching the children pound every available surface in time with the beats. He could forgive the damage to his precious Bentley just this once, after all.
" Maybe they're different, y'know?" Sasha whispered to her sister.
Azeriphale smiled as he looked into the rear view mirror, reaching for Crowley's hand to hold.
" Do you wear black mail polish so your hands look more girly?" Sasha asked Crowley, pausing the unrhythmic distruction of the back seat.
Azeriphale felt a small chuckle come on, to which he silenced. He looked back at the kids, who were enjoying the music and the snacks.
" Certainly, I don't doubt that's part of it. Right, Mr. Crowley?" He asked, smiling in a smug way towards his lover.
" If so, it doesn't matter. " Jasper shrugged. " I definitely think it's very empowering. Gender roles are silly. " He added, sitting back to look out at the countryside.
Triple Trouble
celestialnovella
â Youâre a lady? You never told me that. â She said, smiling as she held the spider. â Misâ Spider. There you go, I have changed your name. â She pet the tiny spider that seemed calm upon her hands. â You are as lovely as you were handsome, Misâ â Sasha said, smiling at the large cold blooded creature.
Azeriphale wasnât very keen on spiders, though, he could certainly manage. Jasper was the first to open the door for everyone, Azeriphale and Sasha thanking him as they stepped out. â D'you think that we could get a tank for Misâ?â She asked, Azeriphale nodding. â Of course, dear. The last thing we would want is for Miss Spider to end up in someone elseâs room. Specifically Mr. Crowley and Iâs. â He assured with a bit of an excited, nervous smile.
Jasper was uncertain of the men he was to live with. It had nothing to do with their orientation, but it did have to do with the fact that they were seemingly opposites. It was definitely a bit odd to him.
As everyone piled into the car, the girls getting strapped into the car seats, Jasper just stood there, feeling anxious. He certainly remembered that of the last time he ended up in a foster home. Things were terrible as soon as they were far enough away from the shelter. â I- I donât want to go just yet. â He said, wanting to stay safe for as long as possible. He had seen it all, and, for some reason, he felt he was on the verge of vomiting. Then, his own anxious, heavy breathing manifested itself beside a tree. The boy vomited.
â oh, dear-â Azeriphale mumbled, looking at Crowley. It was concern that crossed his face. â Jasper has a sickness, sirs. When he gets nervous or scared, he breathes real heavy and has to be by himself because he canât breathe. Sometimes he throws up if heâs real nervous. â Sasha explained, absentmindedly petting her calm spider as she sat in her car seat.
âI think a tank is a wonderful idea,â Crowley replied, cradling Selina carefully in his arms. âWeâll look at YouTube for some suggestions when we get home.âÂ
He was buckling Selina into her seat and had just started to take care of Sasha (careful to work around the spider) when Jasper started throwing up. âOh dear.â He knew what that sort of anxiety felt like, but he was also more out of his depth when it came to older children. He looked to Aziraphale. âYou want to take care of that, angel?â
âAngel,â Selina giggled to her sister. âHe called him angel!â
Sasha giggled as well. " Maybe he is!" She said after a moment of thought. " He looks like one. " She whispered, eyes going wide with realization.
" Yes, I've got this, love. " He replied, walking over. " Are you alright, Jasper? " He asked, gently. The boy nodded. Azeriphale made a decision to use a miracle. Placing his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a tiny roll on essential oils blend. " I understand. It is rather daunting to just go along with whatever a caretaker says... it's anxiety inducing. " He explained, his tone still very gentle as he kneeled beside Jasper, who was now looking at him. " You do?" He asked, hesitantly. Azeriphale nodded. " Indeed. I'm a rather anxious individual. I often worry about everything. You can confirm that with Mr. Crowley if you'd like. He'll attest to that. " He smiled, Jasper nodding a bit. There was no need to miracle a stress stone, seeing as he had already had one in his pocket. " I always carry this smooth stone. " He grabbed it, showing the other. " It helps me relax, to feel grounded when I'm anxious. It is incredibly smooth. " He handed it to Jasper, who rubbed his thumb upon it with a nod. " I also have this. It smells absolutely delightful. Though, it has special properties that help with anxiety. Mint, lavander, some extract from certain anxiety relieving plants. " He explained. Of course, he put some extra miracle inhabiting properties. That way, it would create a placebo. He would think that the properties that were previously there still remained. It was all very quick witted. Or, as long as he kept the same vile, azeriphale could ensure it was always filled.
" You just rub it behind your ears and upon your wrists. It should take a few minutes, but when you feel it; it will be rather nice. " He explained, handing it to the boy, who rolled it on in the suggested places. " It smells nice. " Jasper commented, Azeriphale nodding. " I thought the same. " He added, smiling. Jasper then stood, looking up at a Azeriphale as he stood as well. " I think I'm ready to go" he said, walking with Azeriphale to the car to sit in between his sisters.
" Alright, I think we're all set to go! There's snacks back there if you guys are hungry. Apple juice and cookies. " Azeriphale offered, sitting in the passenger seat, Jasper distributing the apple juice and cookies. Sasha ate hers, feeding a few crumbs to Miss Spider as she sipped her apple juice
Triple Trouble
celestialnovella
â Well, it doesnât have to be in a church-â Azeriphale then noticed Crowleyâs grip on the steering wheel. He was making him anxious. â This is a conversation for another time, dear. â He assured, smiling a tad as he placed a gentle hand on Crowleyâs shoulder.
â Well, I do believe that as new foster parents, it will be trial and error. In a book I read, it spoke of making mistakes; it had a simple solution. It happens. Things wonât be perfect, though, they will be whatever we make it. Which, as youâre well aware, we plan to make it as good as possible.â He took Crowleyâs free hand, intertwining their fingers gently. â You and I are doing the right thing. These children need a home. We are giving them a place to truly express themselves safely. Crowley, dear, we are doing the right thing.â He assured, smiling at the other as he drove.
With his own nerves feeling a bit calmer due to the tea and the physical touch of the other, the two soon enough pulled up to the shelter. Outside, on that particularly sunny day, there were children playing while adults supervised. â Come on, love. Letâs go and get our children. â Azeriphale smiled as he took a moment to open the passenger side door of the Bentley.
Crowley carefully parked the Bentley, stretching the tense feeling out of his muscles. âTrial and error.â He smiled fondly at Aziraphale, taking the angelâs hand. âKind of like us, then?â He squeezed his loverâs hand tightly in his own before getting out of the car. âOh, I suppose weâll need car seats, wonât we?â He waved his hand over the back of the Bentley and two car seats appeared.
He brushed his hand against Aziraphaleâs, then shyly took his hand as they walked past the playing children. It was a nice day, and Crowley smiled fondly at the happiness he could see on the playground. He loved children. Ostensibly, they were easy to tempt and manipulate, little agents of chaos. Really, though, they were fun. They represented the best parts of humanity; curiosity, vivaciousness, and innocence.
âOur children,â he mused as they stepped inside. âYeah. I like the sound of that.â
Jasper was sitting in the lounge area, reading a book as the two men came in. He had a feeling it was them, though; they certainly what the boy had expected. As he saw him approach one of the owners of the shelter, he grabbed his copy of â the book thief â and walked into the other room, right behind their backs. He was off to find his sisters. The three would hide, if they could manage it. The last home was the worst, the one before a little better. It seemed as if, to his knowledge, it could only go down hill. He went to the room where the two usually played, standing in front of them. â You guys, theyâre here! I think I can feel it. We have to hide so they donât take us away. â He told the girls.
Sasha looked up at her brother, an expression of annoyance. â Please, Jasper. I am trying to feed my pet spider. â The little girl with the long ginger hair told her brother, holding a large brown spider half of the size of her palm upon her hand. What little Sasha didnât understand was that spiders didnât enjoy that of peanut shells and crisps. Though, she always saved some of her dinner and snack for the creepy crawleys that resided upon the corners of the play room.
â Come on, bring the spider in your dress pocket. â He told her before she did so, gently slipping the spider into her overall pocket. He took Sashaâs hand, grabbing Selinaâs hand with his other. They were off, down the hall to hide in their spot, the dumbwaiter.
Azeriphaleâs cheeks flushed slightly still as the two stood before one of the caretakerâs that Crowley had spoken to. â Hello! Itâs lovely to meet you. Iâm Azeriphale, Iâm certainly you have already met my husband, Crowley?â He asked, the woman nodding.
â Indeed, i have. â She smiled, shaking their free hands. â Well, there isnât much for us to do other than making copies of your documentation for the files and meeting the children that youâll be taking home today.â She assured, waving a hand for them to follow. â Jasper was just in this room-â she said, looking into the lounge area where another girl sat. â Angelique, where is Jasper?â She asked, the girl shrugging. â Not sure, I think he might have gone up. â She told the care taker. She sighed. â Well, thank you.â She turned to the men. â Theyâre hiding. They just⊠havenât had great experiences with foster homes. If they act hostile at first, donât take it personally. Theyâre justâŠscared. they like it here, itâs familiar and they trust us. â She assured, coaxing them to follow once again as she called their names ones again. Then, she remembered that they were probably in the dumbwaiter. Tugging gently on the cord that was attached, she realized that it was safely closed & had some weight on it. Pulling it down slowly, she then heard tiny whispers as it came to a halt.
â Oh, crap. She found us. â Jasper whispered. â Do you think sheâll let me keep Mr. Spider?â Sasha asked. Opening the dumbwaiter, there the three children sat. Sasha adorned a brown spider crawling upon her cheek, Jasper holding his sisters close; breathing heavily. He was anxious, not wanting to see anything bad happen to them again.
âHello, you three,â the woman said kindly. âItâs time to go to your new home. Iâm sure Mr. Crowley and Mr. Fell will take good care of you.â
Crowley, who had been content to follow along with the proceedings thus far and let Aziraphale deal with human niceties (you might think Crowley was an extrovert, but actually, he was an introvert, preferring the emptiness of his own space, or that of Aziraphaleâs, to people in general), stepped forward now. He could see another little girl hiding behind Jasper. Like her twin sister, she had red hair, pulled back into messy braids that had probably been done by another child by the look of them. Her eyes were sharp and green like a catâs.
âHi,â Crowley leaned down over the top of the dumbwaiter. âYou can call me Crowley if you like. And you must be Jasper, Sasha, and Selina. Iâve heard so much about you.â He stretched out his hand for the children to shake each in turn. Jasper took his hand, and Selina poked her head out, smiling.
âI like your glasses,â she said quietly. âWhy do you wear them?â
âOh,â Crowley smiled, âIâve got very mild cataracts. I can see just fine, but my eyes are very sensitive to light, so I have to wear dark glasses all the time.â He reaches into his pocket, miraculously pulling out a spare pair. âThere. You can look at my spare.â
Selina took the glasses, putting them on her face. âWow,â she said, looking around. ââS really dark. How do you see?â
Crowley chuckled. âIâve learned over the years. Iâve had cataracts a long time.â He extended his hand and Selina hopped down.
Jasper slowly climbed out of the dumbwwiter, helping Sasha down.
âYou like spiders, Sasha?â Crowley bent down to her level, smiling. âYou can keep the spider, as long as itâs not going to bite you.â And just as he said it, so the spider obeyed. âIt doesnât look native to here. Did you get it from a pet shop?â
Azeriphale smiled as his â husband â so easily related to the children. He knew that he could only truly relate to Jasper, who just stood with Selina; who was enjoying her new found interest in Crowleyâs sunglasses. Though, the bonding could certainly wait until they got home. Elder children needed a bit of space, at first.
â No, I found it in the garden. We arenât allowed pets, sâ against the rules. â She explained, the rather large spider crawling into her hand as she placed it in front of view. â He likes me very much. He always just does whatever I want him to. â She explained, looking up at Crowley with a smile. Her eyes were that of two different tones, the left much darker than the right eyes blue counterpart. One was a hazel color, the other a little blue.
â I can take those papers and make copies. If youâd like, I can just send the originals in the mail?â The caretaker offered, smiling at how the children seemed to already like their foster parents. Azeriphale nodded. â That is just fine with us. Thank you. â He commented, the group making their way towards the door as the caretaker said goodbye.
âHeâs very big,â Crowley told Sasha. âIâm willing to bet your âmisterâ spider is actually a âmissus.â Youâd better take those off now, Selina.â He reached behind him for the glasses, but Selina took his hand instead, tugging him until he stopped and bent down. âWhat is it?â He asked.
âSelinaâs shy and doesnât like crowds,â Jasper explained. âHere, I can carry her.â
But Selina has other ideas, wrapping her arms around Crowleyâs neck. Jasper held his breath, wondering if Crowley, just like their other caretakers, would brush Selina off, insisting she was old enough to walk.
âAll right,â Crowley said soothingly, wrapping his arms around the little girl. âUp we go!â He lifted her up in a swift motion, making her giggle, and let her hide her face in his hair, which was now just past his shoulders in beautiful auburn tresses.
" You're a lady? You never told me that. " She said, smiling as she held the spider. " Mis' Spider. There you go, I have changed your name. " She pet the tiny spider that seemed calm upon her hands. " You are as lovely as you were handsome, Mis' " Sasha said, smiling at the large cold blooded creature.
Azeriphale wasn't very keen on spiders, though, he could certainly manage. Jasper was the first to open the door for everyone, Azeriphale and Sasha thanking him as they stepped out. " D'you think that we could get a tank for Mis'?" She asked, Azeriphale nodding. " Of course, dear. The last thing we would want is for Miss Spider to end up in someone else's room. Specifically Mr. Crowley and I's. " He assured with a bit of an excited, nervous smile.
Jasper was uncertain of the men he was to live with. It had nothing to do with their orientation, but it did have to do with the fact that they were seemingly opposites. It was definitely a bit odd to him.
As everyone piled into the car, the girls getting strapped into the car seats, Jasper just stood there, feeling anxious. He certainly remembered that of the last time he ended up in a foster home. Things were terrible as soon as they were far enough away from the shelter. " I- I don't want to go just yet. " He said, wanting to stay safe for as long as possible. He had seen it all, and, for some reason, he felt he was on the verge of vomiting. Then, his own anxious, heavy breathing manifested itself beside a tree. The boy vomited.
" oh, dear-" Azeriphale mumbled, looking at Crowley. It was concern that crossed his face. " Jasper has a sickness, sirs. When he gets nervous or scared, he breathes real heavy and has to be by himself because he can't breathe. Sometimes he throws up if he's real nervous. " Sasha explained, absentmindedly petting her calm spider as she sat in her car seat.
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Triple Trouble
celestialnovella
â Well, it doesnât have to be in a church-â Azeriphale then noticed Crowleyâs grip on the steering wheel. He was making him anxious. â This is a conversation for another time, dear. â He assured, smiling a tad as he placed a gentle hand on Crowleyâs shoulder.
â Well, I do believe that as new foster parents, it will be trial and error. In a book I read, it spoke of making mistakes; it had a simple solution. It happens. Things wonât be perfect, though, they will be whatever we make it. Which, as youâre well aware, we plan to make it as good as possible.â He took Crowleyâs free hand, intertwining their fingers gently. â You and I are doing the right thing. These children need a home. We are giving them a place to truly express themselves safely. Crowley, dear, we are doing the right thing.â He assured, smiling at the other as he drove.
With his own nerves feeling a bit calmer due to the tea and the physical touch of the other, the two soon enough pulled up to the shelter. Outside, on that particularly sunny day, there were children playing while adults supervised. â Come on, love. Letâs go and get our children. â Azeriphale smiled as he took a moment to open the passenger side door of the Bentley.
Crowley carefully parked the Bentley, stretching the tense feeling out of his muscles. âTrial and error.â He smiled fondly at Aziraphale, taking the angelâs hand. âKind of like us, then?â He squeezed his loverâs hand tightly in his own before getting out of the car. âOh, I suppose weâll need car seats, wonât we?â He waved his hand over the back of the Bentley and two car seats appeared.
He brushed his hand against Aziraphaleâs, then shyly took his hand as they walked past the playing children. It was a nice day, and Crowley smiled fondly at the happiness he could see on the playground. He loved children. Ostensibly, they were easy to tempt and manipulate, little agents of chaos. Really, though, they were fun. They represented the best parts of humanity; curiosity, vivaciousness, and innocence.
âOur children,â he mused as they stepped inside. âYeah. I like the sound of that.â
Jasper was sitting in the lounge area, reading a book as the two men came in. He had a feeling it was them, though; they certainly what the boy had expected. As he saw him approach one of the owners of the shelter, he grabbed his copy of â the book thief â and walked into the other room, right behind their backs. He was off to find his sisters. The three would hide, if they could manage it. The last home was the worst, the one before a little better. It seemed as if, to his knowledge, it could only go down hill. He went to the room where the two usually played, standing in front of them. â You guys, theyâre here! I think I can feel it. We have to hide so they donât take us away. â He told the girls.
Sasha looked up at her brother, an expression of annoyance. â Please, Jasper. I am trying to feed my pet spider. â The little girl with the long ginger hair told her brother, holding a large brown spider half of the size of her palm upon her hand. What little Sasha didnât understand was that spiders didnât enjoy that of peanut shells and crisps. Though, she always saved some of her dinner and snack for the creepy crawleys that resided upon the corners of the play room.
â Come on, bring the spider in your dress pocket. â He told her before she did so, gently slipping the spider into her overall pocket. He took Sashaâs hand, grabbing Selinaâs hand with his other. They were off, down the hall to hide in their spot, the dumbwaiter.
Azeriphaleâs cheeks flushed slightly still as the two stood before one of the caretakerâs that Crowley had spoken to. â Hello! Itâs lovely to meet you. Iâm Azeriphale, Iâm certainly you have already met my husband, Crowley?â He asked, the woman nodding.
â Indeed, i have. â She smiled, shaking their free hands. â Well, there isnât much for us to do other than making copies of your documentation for the files and meeting the children that youâll be taking home today.â She assured, waving a hand for them to follow. â Jasper was just in this room-â she said, looking into the lounge area where another girl sat. â Angelique, where is Jasper?â She asked, the girl shrugging. â Not sure, I think he might have gone up. â She told the care taker. She sighed. â Well, thank you.â She turned to the men. â Theyâre hiding. They just⊠havenât had great experiences with foster homes. If they act hostile at first, donât take it personally. Theyâre justâŠscared. they like it here, itâs familiar and they trust us. â She assured, coaxing them to follow once again as she called their names ones again. Then, she remembered that they were probably in the dumbwaiter. Tugging gently on the cord that was attached, she realized that it was safely closed & had some weight on it. Pulling it down slowly, she then heard tiny whispers as it came to a halt.
â Oh, crap. She found us. â Jasper whispered. â Do you think sheâll let me keep Mr. Spider?â Sasha asked. Opening the dumbwaiter, there the three children sat. Sasha adorned a brown spider crawling upon her cheek, Jasper holding his sisters close; breathing heavily. He was anxious, not wanting to see anything bad happen to them again.
âHello, you three,â the woman said kindly. âItâs time to go to your new home. Iâm sure Mr. Crowley and Mr. Fell will take good care of you.â
Crowley, who had been content to follow along with the proceedings thus far and let Aziraphale deal with human niceties (you might think Crowley was an extrovert, but actually, he was an introvert, preferring the emptiness of his own space, or that of Aziraphaleâs, to people in general), stepped forward now. He could see another little girl hiding behind Jasper. Like her twin sister, she had red hair, pulled back into messy braids that had probably been done by another child by the look of them. Her eyes were sharp and green like a catâs.
âHi,â Crowley leaned down over the top of the dumbwaiter. âYou can call me Crowley if you like. And you must be Jasper, Sasha, and Selina. Iâve heard so much about you.â He stretched out his hand for the children to shake each in turn. Jasper took his hand, and Selina poked her head out, smiling.
âI like your glasses,â she said quietly. âWhy do you wear them?â
âOh,â Crowley smiled, âIâve got very mild cataracts. I can see just fine, but my eyes are very sensitive to light, so I have to wear dark glasses all the time.â He reaches into his pocket, miraculously pulling out a spare pair. âThere. You can look at my spare.â
Selina took the glasses, putting them on her face. âWow,â she said, looking around. ââS really dark. How do you see?â
Crowley chuckled. âIâve learned over the years. Iâve had cataracts a long time.â He extended his hand and Selina hopped down.
Jasper slowly climbed out of the dumbwwiter, helping Sasha down.
âYou like spiders, Sasha?â Crowley bent down to her level, smiling. âYou can keep the spider, as long as itâs not going to bite you.â And just as he said it, so the spider obeyed. âIt doesnât look native to here. Did you get it from a pet shop?â
Azeriphale smiled as his ' husband ' so easily related to the children. He knew that he could only truly relate to Jasper, who just stood with Selina; who was enjoying her new found interest in Crowley's sunglasses. Though, the bonding could certainly wait until they got home. Elder children needed a bit of space, at first.
" No, I found it in the garden. We aren't allowed pets, s' against the rules. " She explained, the rather large spider crawling into her hand as she placed it in front of view. " He likes me very much. He always just does whatever I want him to. " She explained, looking up at Crowley with a smile. Her eyes were that of two different tones, the left much darker than the right eyes blue counterpart. One was a hazel color, the other a little blue.
" I can take those papers and make copies. If you'd like, I can just send the originals in the mail?" The caretaker offered, smiling at how the children seemed to already like their foster parents. Azeriphale nodded. " That is just fine with us. Thank you. " He commented, the group making their way towards the door as the caretaker said goodbye.
Triple Trouble
celestialnovella
â Well, it doesnât have to be in a church-â Azeriphale then noticed Crowleyâs grip on the steering wheel. He was making him anxious. â This is a conversation for another time, dear. â He assured, smiling a tad as he placed a gentle hand on Crowleyâs shoulder.
â Well, I do believe that as new foster parents, it will be trial and error. In a book I read, it spoke of making mistakes; it had a simple solution. It happens. Things wonât be perfect, though, they will be whatever we make it. Which, as youâre well aware, we plan to make it as good as possible.â He took Crowleyâs free hand, intertwining their fingers gently. â You and I are doing the right thing. These children need a home. We are giving them a place to truly express themselves safely. Crowley, dear, we are doing the right thing.â He assured, smiling at the other as he drove.
With his own nerves feeling a bit calmer due to the tea and the physical touch of the other, the two soon enough pulled up to the shelter. Outside, on that particularly sunny day, there were children playing while adults supervised. â Come on, love. Letâs go and get our children. â Azeriphale smiled as he took a moment to open the passenger side door of the Bentley.
Crowley carefully parked the Bentley, stretching the tense feeling out of his muscles. âTrial and error.â He smiled fondly at Aziraphale, taking the angelâs hand. âKind of like us, then?â He squeezed his loverâs hand tightly in his own before getting out of the car. âOh, I suppose weâll need car seats, wonât we?â He waved his hand over the back of the Bentley and two car seats appeared.
He brushed his hand against Aziraphaleâs, then shyly took his hand as they walked past the playing children. It was a nice day, and Crowley smiled fondly at the happiness he could see on the playground. He loved children. Ostensibly, they were easy to tempt and manipulate, little agents of chaos. Really, though, they were fun. They represented the best parts of humanity; curiosity, vivaciousness, and innocence.
âOur children,â he mused as they stepped inside. âYeah. I like the sound of that.â
Jasper was sitting in the lounge area, reading a book as the two men came in. He had a feeling it was them, though; they certainly what the boy had expected. As he saw him approach one of the owners of the shelter, he grabbed his copy of ' the book thief ' and walked into the other room, right behind their backs. He was off to find his sisters. The three would hide, if they could manage it. The last home was the worst, the one before a little better. It seemed as if, to his knowledge, it could only go down hill. He went to the room where the two usually played, standing in front of them. " You guys, they're here! I think I can feel it. We have to hide so they don't take us away. " He told the girls.
Sasha looked up at her brother, an expression of annoyance. " Please, Jasper. I am trying to feed my pet spider. " The little girl with the long ginger hair told her brother, holding a large brown spider half of the size of her palm upon her hand. What little Sasha didn't understand was that spiders didn't enjoy that of peanut shells and crisps. Though, she always saved some of her dinner and snack for the creepy crawleys that resided upon the corners of the play room.
" Come on, bring the spider in your dress pocket. " He told her before she did so, gently slipping the spider into her overall pocket. He took Sasha's hand, grabbing Selina's hand with his other. They were off, down the hall to hide in their spot, the dumbwaiter.
Azeriphale's cheeks flushed slightly still as the two stood before one of the caretaker's that Crowley had spoken to. " Hello! It's lovely to meet you. I'm Azeriphale, I'm certainly you have already met my husband, Crowley?" He asked, the woman nodding.
" Indeed, i have. " She smiled, shaking their free hands. " Well, there isn't much for us to do other than making copies of your documentation for the files and meeting the children that you'll be taking home today." She assured, waving a hand for them to follow. " Jasper was just in this room-" she said, looking into the lounge area where another girl sat. " Angelique, where is Jasper?" She asked, the girl shrugging. " Not sure, I think he might have gone up. " She told the care taker. She sighed. " Well, thank you." She turned to the men. " They're hiding. They just... haven't had great experiences with foster homes. If they act hostile at first, don't take it personally. They're just...scared. they like it here, it's familiar and they trust us. " She assured, coaxing them to follow once again as she called their names ones again. Then, she remembered that they were probably in the dumbwaiter. Tugging gently on the cord that was attached, she realized that it was safely closed & had some weight on it. Pulling it down slowly, she then heard tiny whispers as it came to a halt.
" Oh, crap. She found us. " Jasper whispered. " Do you think she'll let me keep Mr. Spider?" Sasha asked. Opening the dumbwaiter, there the three children sat. Sasha adorned a brown spider crawling upon her cheek, Jasper holding his sisters close; breathing heavily. He was anxious, not wanting to see anything bad happen to them again.
Triple Trouble
@celestialnovella
The move to the South Downs was all rather sudden, even for Crowley, who liked to move fast. But there were some things that felt more satisfying if done the human way, and real estate shopping was one of them. Crowley had organically bought his flats and houses over the years, so when he saw the perfect mid-size cottage, he snapped it up immediately.
At first, he wondered what theyâd do with all the space. There were a lot of extra rooms, after all, and he and Aziraphale only needed so much space, especially because he now had a spacious backyard to care for, and had his houseplants spread tastefully throughout their shared home.Â
Shared home. He was in a relationship with Aziraphale. It was weird and new and scary, and not at all helped along by Crowley deciding that he would really like to be a foster parent.
Heâd been prepping endlessly for weeks for the first kids to come; twin girls, age four, and a boy, age 13. Siblings, so that was easy enough. He wanted to make things cozy for them, make them feel at home, even if that home ended up being temporary.
Finally, the day arrived where they could pick them up from the shelter, and Crowley was so excited that he was practically bouncing off the walls. It was hard to tell how Aziraphale felt about the whole thing, but the demon hoped his angel was at least as excited as he felt.
â I feel as if we are missing something, Crowley. We canât leave before I remember.â The angel was fussing around the house, double checking that everything was child proofed. â Dear, did you ever think about the plants? What if the tiny ones- wellâŠâ He didnât want to mention it, though they both knew what he was thinking. Of course Azeriphale was anxious, though he was also excited. The elder boy was described as intelligent, though, very quiet. He seldom spoke, but he was rather interested in learning and exploring. The cottage would give him plenty of natural ground to do so.
He knew that his boyfriend- or whatever they considered one another at that point- was rather excited for the two girls- fraternal twins with completely opposite personalities. In regards to tiny people, the age of eight and younger, Azeriphale truly wasnât very good at the whole â relation â thing. Though, he was rather good with children aged nine and elder. They would certainly make things work between the two.
â Ah! Yes, I need to bring my identification papers. You have yours, yes?â He questioned, making his way into the kitchen, in the cupboard where he had left them. All of the particularly important documents would be locked up, from there on out.
Aziraphaleâs nervous energy was putting Crowley even more on edge.Â
âOh, yes!â He snapped his fingers, and the paperwork appeared in his hand. Theyâd have to be careful with miracles and their topics of discussion from now on, so he was fully intending to get as much use out of his powers now, while he still could use them freely. âLetâs get a move on, angel! Donât want to be late!â Though, Aziraphale being in the kitchen gave him a thought.
âGrab some of those biscuits for them, will you? Iâm sure theyâll be hungry, or at least appreciate the sweets!â
âGood idea, Iâll grab biscuits- oh, Iâll also bring apple juice and bottles of water to wash them down. Would not want to be the person to expect them to be able to swallow ten biscuits without some sort of liquid counter part. â He assured, grabbing the biscuits and the drinks before putting them into the back. They would stay cold, Azeriphale made sure of that with a small miracle of his own.
The two got into the Bentley, Azeriphale looking over his identification papers once again. â So, the boy is named Jasper, I know that much. â He commented as Crowley pulled out of the driveway, onto the dirt road. It would be a bit of a drive, Azeriphale was certain of that.
âMm,â Crowley replied, settling in for the long drive and turning down the Bentleyâs stereo volume. He nodded at the informational letter the social worker had sent them. âJasper MacIntosh. The girls are Selina and Sasha. Selinaâs the shy one; barely says anything at all. Sashaâs more outgoing.â The demon smiled fondly. âTheyâre gonna be quite a handful. I canât wait.â
There was silence for a bit as they drove. Crowley was mostly thinking about how the children would handle this situation. Their parents were under some sort of abuse investigation, so it was possible theyâd have to return to them. He wasnât sure what to expect; he just had to hope the children felt safe with them.
âOh, uh, by the way,â Crowley blushed shyly. âI, umâŠsort of saidyouweremyhusbandâŠ?â
â I am sure they will be. I hope they enjoy the rooms we set up for them. I believe that the color schemes are rather superb. â He commented, thinking of the beds and dressers that they had bought from a relatively expensive store in the city. Pottery Barn. Certainly, not the cheapest place to buy furniture. Though, that didnât matter. It was all to make them comfortable.
â You told them that- w-well, thatâs quite alright, but we have no marriage certificate. How are we to prove that to the social worker?â Azeriphale questioned, brows knitted together with genuine concern. â Oh- sometimes I completely forget that we can miracle things into existence. One moment. â
Within that moment, Azeriphale produced a marriage certificate and two wedding bands. â Fantastic! I get the silver, you get the gold. I know you prefer gold, anyway. â He commented, grabbing Crowleyâs free hand to place the ring on his finger before placing one on his own.
âUhâŠohâŠâ Crowleyâs blush deepened as Aziraphale put the ring on his finger. He wasnât expecting Aziraphale to just go along with it without preamble. âOof. Thanks for making me feel guilty, angel. If you wanted a wedding, Iâd have been happy to oblige.â He coughed, pretending to be very interested in the billboards for a moment. âNo, I, uhâŠsee, it makes you look more legit in a foster situation if youâre a couple. A few miracles were spared to get us throughâŠthereâs still homophobia about.â
He fiddled with the stereo nervously for a moment before adding, âYeah, I think the rooms look great. You have an eye for clutter. Makes things look lived in.â
â A wedding will still be necessary, eventually. This isnât a legally binding document. We would need a pastor to oversee our marriage. Otherwise, this is just a sheet of paper with our names on it. Though, they do not need to know otherwise.â Azeriphale assured, cheeks a bit flushed as he looked out the window as well.
â Why, thank you. I believe you have a rather good knack for color selection and decĂłr. Though, I suppose that is no surprise. You have always had an eye for such things. â He complimented, smiling at the rather nice conversation that the two were having.
As they got closer and closer, Azeriphale began feeling a tightening knot of anxiety start to take form. To sooth such a feeling, the angel usually drank tea. Though, he didnât want to obnoxiously miracle himself a pot. So, the only reasonable explanation was a mug with endless peppermint tea. Or, until he felt he was to be alright.
With a snap of his fingers, Azeriphale held his angel mug, filled with his requested peppermint tea. â I rather needed this. â He explained, giving reason to his seemingly useless miracle as he sipped the warm beverage.
Crowley coughed nervously, his throat tightening with anxiety. âAhâŠangelâŠâ he breathed, âgetting married with a pastorâŠmight not be a good idea. Unless you want to carry me to the alter. Or I could try a wheelchair or something, I suppose. Iâd feel bad pretending to need one, however.â He gripped his hands tighter on the wheel. Too fast. Who knew Aziraphale knew how to DO fast?!
He nodded absently at Aziraphaleâs compliment. Interior decorating, he knew how to do. He did have a knack for color palettes and furniture (usually of the expensive type, but when youâve been alive for 6000 years, money is no obiect), and he knew how to set up rooms to give them the most promise. He didnât know how to live in rooms, per se, butâŠhe was learning.
As they approached, Crowley also got nervous. His stomach twisted and coiled around itself like mating snakes. It was unbearable. âAngel,â he asked timidly, âIâm scared. What if we do the wrong thing, or say the wrong thing? What if they donât trust us? I know not to expect too muchâŠweâre just a temporary home, after all, butâŠâ he sighed. âI dunno. Is this the right thing to do?â
" Well, it doesn't have to be in a church-" Azeriphale then noticed Crowley's grip on the steering wheel. He was making him anxious. " This is a conversation for another time, dear. " He assured, smiling a tad as he placed a gentle hand on Crowley's shoulder.
" Well, I do believe that as new foster parents, it will be trial and error. In a book I read, it spoke of making mistakes; it had a simple solution. It happens. Things won't be perfect, though, they will be whatever we make it. Which, as you're well aware, we plan to make it as good as possible." He took Crowley's free hand, intertwining their fingers gently. " You and I are doing the right thing. These children need a home. We are giving them a place to truly express themselves safely. Crowley, dear, we are doing the right thing." He assured, smiling at the other as he drove.
With his own nerves feeling a bit calmer due to the tea and the physical touch of the other, the two soon enough pulled up to the shelter. Outside, on that particularly sunny day, there were children playing while adults supervised. " Come on, love. Let's go and get our children. " Azeriphale smiled as he took a moment to open the passenger side door of the Bentley.
Triple Trouble
@celestialnovella
The move to the South Downs was all rather sudden, even for Crowley, who liked to move fast. But there were some things that felt more satisfying if done the human way, and real estate shopping was one of them. Crowley had organically bought his flats and houses over the years, so when he saw the perfect mid-size cottage, he snapped it up immediately.
At first, he wondered what theyâd do with all the space. There were a lot of extra rooms, after all, and he and Aziraphale only needed so much space, especially because he now had a spacious backyard to care for, and had his houseplants spread tastefully throughout their shared home.Â
Shared home. He was in a relationship with Aziraphale. It was weird and new and scary, and not at all helped along by Crowley deciding that he would really like to be a foster parent.
Heâd been prepping endlessly for weeks for the first kids to come; twin girls, age four, and a boy, age 13. Siblings, so that was easy enough. He wanted to make things cozy for them, make them feel at home, even if that home ended up being temporary.
Finally, the day arrived where they could pick them up from the shelter, and Crowley was so excited that he was practically bouncing off the walls. It was hard to tell how Aziraphale felt about the whole thing, but the demon hoped his angel was at least as excited as he felt.
â I feel as if we are missing something, Crowley. We canât leave before I remember.â The angel was fussing around the house, double checking that everything was child proofed. â Dear, did you ever think about the plants? What if the tiny ones- wellâŠâ He didnât want to mention it, though they both knew what he was thinking. Of course Azeriphale was anxious, though he was also excited. The elder boy was described as intelligent, though, very quiet. He seldom spoke, but he was rather interested in learning and exploring. The cottage would give him plenty of natural ground to do so.
He knew that his boyfriend- or whatever they considered one another at that point- was rather excited for the two girls- fraternal twins with completely opposite personalities. In regards to tiny people, the age of eight and younger, Azeriphale truly wasnât very good at the whole â relation â thing. Though, he was rather good with children aged nine and elder. They would certainly make things work between the two.
â Ah! Yes, I need to bring my identification papers. You have yours, yes?â He questioned, making his way into the kitchen, in the cupboard where he had left them. All of the particularly important documents would be locked up, from there on out.
Aziraphaleâs nervous energy was putting Crowley even more on edge.Â
âOh, yes!â He snapped his fingers, and the paperwork appeared in his hand. Theyâd have to be careful with miracles and their topics of discussion from now on, so he was fully intending to get as much use out of his powers now, while he still could use them freely. âLetâs get a move on, angel! Donât want to be late!â Though, Aziraphale being in the kitchen gave him a thought.
âGrab some of those biscuits for them, will you? Iâm sure theyâll be hungry, or at least appreciate the sweets!â
âGood idea, Iâll grab biscuits- oh, Iâll also bring apple juice and bottles of water to wash them down. Would not want to be the person to expect them to be able to swallow ten biscuits without some sort of liquid counter part. â He assured, grabbing the biscuits and the drinks before putting them into the back. They would stay cold, Azeriphale made sure of that with a small miracle of his own.
The two got into the Bentley, Azeriphale looking over his identification papers once again. â So, the boy is named Jasper, I know that much. â He commented as Crowley pulled out of the driveway, onto the dirt road. It would be a bit of a drive, Azeriphale was certain of that.
âMm,â Crowley replied, settling in for the long drive and turning down the Bentleyâs stereo volume. He nodded at the informational letter the social worker had sent them. âJasper MacIntosh. The girls are Selina and Sasha. Selinaâs the shy one; barely says anything at all. Sashaâs more outgoing.â The demon smiled fondly. âTheyâre gonna be quite a handful. I canât wait.â
There was silence for a bit as they drove. Crowley was mostly thinking about how the children would handle this situation. Their parents were under some sort of abuse investigation, so it was possible theyâd have to return to them. He wasnât sure what to expect; he just had to hope the children felt safe with them.
âOh, uh, by the way,â Crowley blushed shyly. âI, umâŠsort of saidyouweremyhusbandâŠ?â
â I am sure they will be. I hope they enjoy the rooms we set up for them. I believe that the color schemes are rather superb. â He commented, thinking of the beds and dressers that they had bought from a relatively expensive store in the city. Pottery Barn. Certainly, not the cheapest place to buy furniture. Though, that didnât matter. It was all to make them comfortable.
â You told them that- w-well, thatâs quite alright, but we have no marriage certificate. How are we to prove that to the social worker?â Azeriphale questioned, brows knitted together with genuine concern. â Oh- sometimes I completely forget that we can miracle things into existence. One moment. â
Within that moment, Azeriphale produced a marriage certificate and two wedding bands. â Fantastic! I get the silver, you get the gold. I know you prefer gold, anyway. â He commented, grabbing Crowleyâs free hand to place the ring on his finger before placing one on his own.
âUhâŠohâŠâ Crowleyâs blush deepened as Aziraphale put the ring on his finger. He wasnât expecting Aziraphale to just go along with it without preamble. âOof. Thanks for making me feel guilty, angel. If you wanted a wedding, Iâd have been happy to oblige.â He coughed, pretending to be very interested in the billboards for a moment. âNo, I, uhâŠsee, it makes you look more legit in a foster situation if youâre a couple. A few miracles were spared to get us throughâŠthereâs still homophobia about.â
He fiddled with the stereo nervously for a moment before adding, âYeah, I think the rooms look great. You have an eye for clutter. Makes things look lived in.â
" A wedding will still be necessary, eventually. This isn't a legally binding document. We would need a pastor to oversee our marriage. Otherwise, this is just a sheet of paper with our names on it. Though, they do not need to know otherwise." Azeriphale assured, cheeks a bit flushed as he looked out the window as well.
" Why, thank you. I believe you have a rather good knack for color selection and decĂłr. Though, I suppose that is no surprise. You have always had an eye for such things. " He complimented, smiling at the rather nice conversation that the two were having.
As they got closer and closer, Azeriphale began feeling a tightening knot of anxiety start to take form. To sooth such a feeling, the angel usually drank tea. Though, he didn't want to obnoxiously miracle himself a pot. So, the only reasonable explanation was a mug with endless peppermint tea. Or, until he felt he was to be alright.
With a snap of his fingers, Azeriphale held his angel mug, filled with his requested peppermint tea. " I rather needed this. " He explained, giving reason to his seemingly useless miracle as he sipped the warm beverage.
Triple Trouble
@celestialnovella
The move to the South Downs was all rather sudden, even for Crowley, who liked to move fast. But there were some things that felt more satisfying if done the human way, and real estate shopping was one of them. Crowley had organically bought his flats and houses over the years, so when he saw the perfect mid-size cottage, he snapped it up immediately.
At first, he wondered what theyâd do with all the space. There were a lot of extra rooms, after all, and he and Aziraphale only needed so much space, especially because he now had a spacious backyard to care for, and had his houseplants spread tastefully throughout their shared home.Â
Shared home. He was in a relationship with Aziraphale. It was weird and new and scary, and not at all helped along by Crowley deciding that he would really like to be a foster parent.
Heâd been prepping endlessly for weeks for the first kids to come; twin girls, age four, and a boy, age 13. Siblings, so that was easy enough. He wanted to make things cozy for them, make them feel at home, even if that home ended up being temporary.
Finally, the day arrived where they could pick them up from the shelter, and Crowley was so excited that he was practically bouncing off the walls. It was hard to tell how Aziraphale felt about the whole thing, but the demon hoped his angel was at least as excited as he felt.
â I feel as if we are missing something, Crowley. We canât leave before I remember.â The angel was fussing around the house, double checking that everything was child proofed. â Dear, did you ever think about the plants? What if the tiny ones- wellâŠâ He didnât want to mention it, though they both knew what he was thinking. Of course Azeriphale was anxious, though he was also excited. The elder boy was described as intelligent, though, very quiet. He seldom spoke, but he was rather interested in learning and exploring. The cottage would give him plenty of natural ground to do so.
He knew that his boyfriend- or whatever they considered one another at that point- was rather excited for the two girls- fraternal twins with completely opposite personalities. In regards to tiny people, the age of eight and younger, Azeriphale truly wasnât very good at the whole â relation â thing. Though, he was rather good with children aged nine and elder. They would certainly make things work between the two.
â Ah! Yes, I need to bring my identification papers. You have yours, yes?â He questioned, making his way into the kitchen, in the cupboard where he had left them. All of the particularly important documents would be locked up, from there on out.
Aziraphaleâs nervous energy was putting Crowley even more on edge.Â
âOh, yes!â He snapped his fingers, and the paperwork appeared in his hand. Theyâd have to be careful with miracles and their topics of discussion from now on, so he was fully intending to get as much use out of his powers now, while he still could use them freely. âLetâs get a move on, angel! Donât want to be late!â Though, Aziraphale being in the kitchen gave him a thought.
âGrab some of those biscuits for them, will you? Iâm sure theyâll be hungry, or at least appreciate the sweets!â
âGood idea, Iâll grab biscuits- oh, Iâll also bring apple juice and bottles of water to wash them down. Would not want to be the person to expect them to be able to swallow ten biscuits without some sort of liquid counter part. â He assured, grabbing the biscuits and the drinks before putting them into the back. They would stay cold, Azeriphale made sure of that with a small miracle of his own.
The two got into the Bentley, Azeriphale looking over his identification papers once again. â So, the boy is named Jasper, I know that much. â He commented as Crowley pulled out of the driveway, onto the dirt road. It would be a bit of a drive, Azeriphale was certain of that.
âMm,â Crowley replied, settling in for the long drive and turning down the Bentleyâs stereo volume. He nodded at the informational letter the social worker had sent them. âJasper MacIntosh. The girls are Selina and Sasha. Selinaâs the shy one; barely says anything at all. Sashaâs more outgoing.â The demon smiled fondly. âTheyâre gonna be quite a handful. I canât wait.â
There was silence for a bit as they drove. Crowley was mostly thinking about how the children would handle this situation. Their parents were under some sort of abuse investigation, so it was possible theyâd have to return to them. He wasnât sure what to expect; he just had to hope the children felt safe with them.
âOh, uh, by the way,â Crowley blushed shyly. âI, umâŠsort of saidyouweremyhusbandâŠ?â
" I am sure they will be. I hope they enjoy the rooms we set up for them. I believe that the color schemes are rather superb. " He commented, thinking of the beds and dressers that they had bought from a relatively expensive store in the city. Pottery Barn. Certainly, not the cheapest place to buy furniture. Though, that didn't matter. It was all to make them comfortable.
" You told them that- w-well, that's quite alright, but we have no marriage certificate. How are we to prove that to the social worker?" Azeriphale questioned, brows knitted together with genuine concern. " Oh- sometimes I completely forget that we can miracle things into existence. One moment. "
Within that moment, Azeriphale produced a marriage certificate and two wedding bands. " Fantastic! I get the silver, you get the gold. I know you prefer gold, anyway. " He commented, grabbing Crowley's free hand to place the ring on his finger before placing one on his own.
Triple Trouble
@celestialnovella
The move to the South Downs was all rather sudden, even for Crowley, who liked to move fast. But there were some things that felt more satisfying if done the human way, and real estate shopping was one of them. Crowley had organically bought his flats and houses over the years, so when he saw the perfect mid-size cottage, he snapped it up immediately.
At first, he wondered what theyâd do with all the space. There were a lot of extra rooms, after all, and he and Aziraphale only needed so much space, especially because he now had a spacious backyard to care for, and had his houseplants spread tastefully throughout their shared home.Â
Shared home. He was in a relationship with Aziraphale. It was weird and new and scary, and not at all helped along by Crowley deciding that he would really like to be a foster parent.
Heâd been prepping endlessly for weeks for the first kids to come; twin girls, age four, and a boy, age 13. Siblings, so that was easy enough. He wanted to make things cozy for them, make them feel at home, even if that home ended up being temporary.
Finally, the day arrived where they could pick them up from the shelter, and Crowley was so excited that he was practically bouncing off the walls. It was hard to tell how Aziraphale felt about the whole thing, but the demon hoped his angel was at least as excited as he felt.
â I feel as if we are missing something, Crowley. We canât leave before I remember.â The angel was fussing around the house, double checking that everything was child proofed. â Dear, did you ever think about the plants? What if the tiny ones- wellâŠâ He didnât want to mention it, though they both knew what he was thinking. Of course Azeriphale was anxious, though he was also excited. The elder boy was described as intelligent, though, very quiet. He seldom spoke, but he was rather interested in learning and exploring. The cottage would give him plenty of natural ground to do so.
He knew that his boyfriend- or whatever they considered one another at that point- was rather excited for the two girls- fraternal twins with completely opposite personalities. In regards to tiny people, the age of eight and younger, Azeriphale truly wasnât very good at the whole â relation â thing. Though, he was rather good with children aged nine and elder. They would certainly make things work between the two.
â Ah! Yes, I need to bring my identification papers. You have yours, yes?â He questioned, making his way into the kitchen, in the cupboard where he had left them. All of the particularly important documents would be locked up, from there on out.
Aziraphaleâs nervous energy was putting Crowley even more on edge.Â
âOh, yes!â He snapped his fingers, and the paperwork appeared in his hand. Theyâd have to be careful with miracles and their topics of discussion from now on, so he was fully intending to get as much use out of his powers now, while he still could use them freely. âLetâs get a move on, angel! Donât want to be late!â Though, Aziraphale being in the kitchen gave him a thought.
âGrab some of those biscuits for them, will you? Iâm sure theyâll be hungry, or at least appreciate the sweets!â
"Good idea, I'll grab biscuits- oh, I'll also bring apple juice and bottles of water to wash them down. Would not want to be the person to expect them to be able to swallow ten biscuits without some sort of liquid counter part. " He assured, grabbing the biscuits and the drinks before putting them into the back. They would stay cold, Azeriphale made sure of that with a small miracle of his own.
The two got into the Bentley, Azeriphale looking over his identification papers once again. " So, the boy is named Jasper, I know that much. " He commented as Crowley pulled out of the driveway, onto the dirt road. It would be a bit of a drive, Azeriphale was certain of that.
Triple Trouble
@celestialnovella
The move to the South Downs was all rather sudden, even for Crowley, who liked to move fast. But there were some things that felt more satisfying if done the human way, and real estate shopping was one of them. Crowley had organically bought his flats and houses over the years, so when he saw the perfect mid-size cottage, he snapped it up immediately.
At first, he wondered what theyâd do with all the space. There were a lot of extra rooms, after all, and he and Aziraphale only needed so much space, especially because he now had a spacious backyard to care for, and had his houseplants spread tastefully throughout their shared home.Â
Shared home. He was in a relationship with Aziraphale. It was weird and new and scary, and not at all helped along by Crowley deciding that he would really like to be a foster parent.
Heâd been prepping endlessly for weeks for the first kids to come; twin girls, age four, and a boy, age 13. Siblings, so that was easy enough. He wanted to make things cozy for them, make them feel at home, even if that home ended up being temporary.
Finally, the day arrived where they could pick them up from the shelter, and Crowley was so excited that he was practically bouncing off the walls. It was hard to tell how Aziraphale felt about the whole thing, but the demon hoped his angel was at least as excited as he felt.
" I feel as if we are missing something, Crowley. We can't leave before I remember." The angel was fussing around the house, double checking that everything was child proofed. " Dear, did you ever think about the plants? What if the tiny ones- well..." He didn't want to mention it, though they both knew what he was thinking. Of course Azeriphale was anxious, though he was also excited. The elder boy was described as intelligent, though, very quiet. He seldom spoke, but he was rather interested in learning and exploring. The cottage would give him plenty of natural ground to do so.
He knew that his boyfriend- or whatever they considered one another at that point- was rather excited for the two girls- fraternal twins with completely opposite personalities. In regards to tiny people, the age of eight and younger, Azeriphale truly wasn't very good at the whole ' relation ' thing. Though, he was rather good with children aged nine and elder. They would certainly make things work between the two.
" Ah! Yes, I need to bring my identification papers. You have yours, yes?" He questioned, making his way into the kitchen, in the cupboard where he had left them. All of the particularly important documents would be locked up, from there on out.
Professors (Closed Starter)
@celestialnovella
The fact that Anthony Crowley was not a morning person made him question why on earth he had ever decided to become a professor just about daily when school was in session, right on time with his alarm. And, just as every morning, right on time with his alarm, he groaned and turned it off before proceeding to try to bury himself deeper into the sleep warmed blankets. âThey should move my intro class and make it a night class. Morning class didnât discourage anyone from joining, might as well make the class decent for me.â He grumbled, though he knew he would either get the same reaction he usually did from his partner or he would get no reaction, as it was a very common complaint of his.
âYou got anything interestinâ today?â He asked, rolling over so he could try to wrap Azeriphale in a hug before he could get out of bed and thus force Crowley out of bed too.
A stretch, a yawn, the action of rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Yes, it was indeed morning.
â Oh, pish posh, my love. You know that the university wouldnât allow you to have all of your classes in the afternoon /and/ evening. Itâs no fair to those of us who are forced to get out of bed with sun up. â Azeriphale commented, allowing the other to wrap his arms around him. They faced one another, still tangled within the duvet and sheets. A smile spread across the manâs face. He truly did love his husband.
â Oh, not sure yet. I am meant to have one of your students come in. The one that you said always looks rather vexed? The one who sits beside the other one. She had explained that she had a feeling about something, also, she needs help finding a book. Certainly, it will be an interesting chat. She is⊠definitely opinionated. â He explained, voice coated in sleep.
âWell, we could always try to convince them to give both of us afternoon and evening classes. Would give us more time to sleep, cuddle.â He said, nuzzling close now that he had his love in his arms. He mightâve hated mornings but nothing could make him hate moments like this, not when it was Azeriphale that was so close to him. No, the moment he hated was when they would eventually have to get up and actually go to work.
âThe one who sits beside the other one? Very specificâ Crowley laughed softly, despite knowing full well which student his husband was talking about. He knew most of his students, even if he was sure theyâd drop his intro class once they realized it wasnât going to be a simple A. âMost of the kids that stick around my classes are, or end up being opinionated. I think it makes the class fun.â
â You must understand, love. I am a librarian. They need me there mornings, afternoons and evenings. Iâd have it no other way. Iâm truly the only one who cares for the books so deeply. Ensuring they are returned and such. Certainly, not an easy task. No one else wants to do it. I also donât know another person who can speak to the youth as gently. â He assured his husband, running his fingers through his hair. â As much as Iâd love to stay here, all cuddled up; we must get up for school soon. â Gently, Azeriphale took his husbandâs fave in his hands; kissing him lovingly before pulling away.
â You know what I meant, dear. Sheâs just- extra opinionated. She is significantly angry at the world. Though, when she speaks of the other, it seems she calms; as if her very existence is soothing. It is certainly a wonder to watch. â The blonde assured his husband, one hand still placed on his face.
âTheyâre books, angel, theyâd survive another hour or so without you,â Crowley chuckled softly, though he was more than well aware that the books were very different for Azeriphale compared to how Crowley saw books. He didnât mind. He thought it was sweet. He thought everything about Azeriphale was sweet. At the mention of getting up soon, Crowley just faked a pout, clinging closer to his partner. âMust we?â
âYeah, well, thereâs a lot in the world to be angry about. Sheâs not the only one like that.â He said, leaning his head against the otherâs hand. âIâve seen it happen once or twice in class. I definitely get it. She really cares about that friend of hers.â
â You and I both know that we need to. There is no use in us both calling in sick. They know we are married, our names are hyphenated. â He assured his husband, smiling as the other pulled him closer. â You are truly very clingy in the morning. It is rather lovely, I prefer it to evenings when you seem moreâŠtouchy. I love you, nonetheless, of course. â Azeriphale commented, peppering a few light kisses on Crowleyâs shoulder.
â She is rather obsessed with her friend. It is rather sweet. Surely, the way she speaks of her imply more than platonic emotions. That much is very obvious. You can not push it, though. No matter how much it bothers you that the two arenât together. The other girl may be taking her time. She may not be completely certain of such a loud character. No other word can describe her, I suppose. â The blonde nuzzled his face into the crook of Crowleyâs neck. â You are truly that of a bunsen burner. â Azeriphale mumbled against the otherâs soft skin, smiling to himself.
âWell half of the ones that care are married too or have partners, Iâm sure theyâd do the same.â He was mostly just joking around at this point, well aware that Azeriphale was right. âYeah, well, objects at rest like to stay at rest or whatever that Newton guy was going on about,â he joked, kissing his partnerâs cheek.
âI know, Azeriphale. I donât plan on pushing anything. I know how relationships work.â He sighed softly. âI donât care which of my students get together or donât, I care that they get their work done. Theyâre also half my age, so who cares.â He shrugged, âYeah? Funny, half my students say Iâm cold blooded.â He laughed softly.
â You have a point, there. Though, I donât suppose any of them work within the same vicinity as their partner or significant other. â Azeriphale added, still nuzzled into the crook of Crowleyâs neck. â It would be completely asenine if both of us called off. I am extremely comfortable as is. â He commented, sighing gently with annoyance.
â I am aware you donât, love. I do, though. I want everyone to be safe. I want to ensure that anyone who comes to me is as safe as they possibly can be.â There was a moment of silence before the blonde sat up. âOh! Iâve just remembered! I have books on being safe with a potential partner! It is the LGBTQ+ edition!â He practically shot out of bed, making his way to his bookshelf in the corner of their room. He kneeled, mumbling to himself as he looked.
âYeah, I guess youâre right. They canât come annoy their partner in the library every time they get bored waiting for the next class to start.â He joked, lightly playing with Azeriphaleâs hair. âBut knowing you, youâll want to get moving or reading at some point soon anyway. Calling out would just have us finding ways to mildly annoy each other for fun.â Or at least, thatâs what Crowley was sure heâd be doing within a few hours of just cuddles.
âI know, I know, angel. Youâre sweet like that.â Crowley smiles softly, though he did quickly move his arms when Azeriphale sat up, already well used to his partner bolting off to go find various books he just remembered. âYâknow, might want to wait on that one for a bit. Theyâre still figuring their stuff out. Might take them a little while.â
" You're probably right... though, it can't hurt to leave them in my office. Who knows? Maybe that day will come sooner than we think. I mean, it certainly came sooner for me than I had expected. " He commented, behind his shoulder. Soon enough, he found the first, then the second book he had been looking for. It only took a moment's time to do so.
" You see, my day would consist of sleeping, some shopping, tidying... you're already well aware that I would splurge on a cheesecake from the bakery just down the way. Those cheesecakes are terribly heavenly. " Shaking his head, he stood; walking over to his dresser. " Today I'll wear the cream colored bow tie and the one vest with the- oh dear." He fret, looking around for his button up. " My white button up, the one with the high thread count...have you seen it, darling?" A concerned expression was plastered to his face as he turned to the other.
Professors (Closed Starter)
@celestialnovella
The fact that Anthony Crowley was not a morning person made him question why on earth he had ever decided to become a professor just about daily when school was in session, right on time with his alarm. And, just as every morning, right on time with his alarm, he groaned and turned it off before proceeding to try to bury himself deeper into the sleep warmed blankets. âThey should move my intro class and make it a night class. Morning class didnât discourage anyone from joining, might as well make the class decent for me.â He grumbled, though he knew he would either get the same reaction he usually did from his partner or he would get no reaction, as it was a very common complaint of his.
âYou got anything interestinâ today?â He asked, rolling over so he could try to wrap Azeriphale in a hug before he could get out of bed and thus force Crowley out of bed too.
A stretch, a yawn, the action of rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Yes, it was indeed morning.
â Oh, pish posh, my love. You know that the university wouldnât allow you to have all of your classes in the afternoon /and/ evening. Itâs no fair to those of us who are forced to get out of bed with sun up. â Azeriphale commented, allowing the other to wrap his arms around him. They faced one another, still tangled within the duvet and sheets. A smile spread across the manâs face. He truly did love his husband.
â Oh, not sure yet. I am meant to have one of your students come in. The one that you said always looks rather vexed? The one who sits beside the other one. She had explained that she had a feeling about something, also, she needs help finding a book. Certainly, it will be an interesting chat. She is⊠definitely opinionated. â He explained, voice coated in sleep.
âWell, we could always try to convince them to give both of us afternoon and evening classes. Would give us more time to sleep, cuddle.â He said, nuzzling close now that he had his love in his arms. He mightâve hated mornings but nothing could make him hate moments like this, not when it was Azeriphale that was so close to him. No, the moment he hated was when they would eventually have to get up and actually go to work.
âThe one who sits beside the other one? Very specificâ Crowley laughed softly, despite knowing full well which student his husband was talking about. He knew most of his students, even if he was sure theyâd drop his intro class once they realized it wasnât going to be a simple A. âMost of the kids that stick around my classes are, or end up being opinionated. I think it makes the class fun.â
â You must understand, love. I am a librarian. They need me there mornings, afternoons and evenings. Iâd have it no other way. Iâm truly the only one who cares for the books so deeply. Ensuring they are returned and such. Certainly, not an easy task. No one else wants to do it. I also donât know another person who can speak to the youth as gently. â He assured his husband, running his fingers through his hair. â As much as Iâd love to stay here, all cuddled up; we must get up for school soon. â Gently, Azeriphale took his husbandâs fave in his hands; kissing him lovingly before pulling away.
â You know what I meant, dear. Sheâs just- extra opinionated. She is significantly angry at the world. Though, when she speaks of the other, it seems she calms; as if her very existence is soothing. It is certainly a wonder to watch. â The blonde assured his husband, one hand still placed on his face.
âTheyâre books, angel, theyâd survive another hour or so without you,â Crowley chuckled softly, though he was more than well aware that the books were very different for Azeriphale compared to how Crowley saw books. He didnât mind. He thought it was sweet. He thought everything about Azeriphale was sweet. At the mention of getting up soon, Crowley just faked a pout, clinging closer to his partner. âMust we?â
âYeah, well, thereâs a lot in the world to be angry about. Sheâs not the only one like that.â He said, leaning his head against the otherâs hand. âIâve seen it happen once or twice in class. I definitely get it. She really cares about that friend of hers.â
â You and I both know that we need to. There is no use in us both calling in sick. They know we are married, our names are hyphenated. â He assured his husband, smiling as the other pulled him closer. â You are truly very clingy in the morning. It is rather lovely, I prefer it to evenings when you seem moreâŠtouchy. I love you, nonetheless, of course. â Azeriphale commented, peppering a few light kisses on Crowleyâs shoulder.
â She is rather obsessed with her friend. It is rather sweet. Surely, the way she speaks of her imply more than platonic emotions. That much is very obvious. You can not push it, though. No matter how much it bothers you that the two arenât together. The other girl may be taking her time. She may not be completely certain of such a loud character. No other word can describe her, I suppose. â The blonde nuzzled his face into the crook of Crowleyâs neck. â You are truly that of a bunsen burner. â Azeriphale mumbled against the otherâs soft skin, smiling to himself.
âWell half of the ones that care are married too or have partners, Iâm sure theyâd do the same.â He was mostly just joking around at this point, well aware that Azeriphale was right. âYeah, well, objects at rest like to stay at rest or whatever that Newton guy was going on about,â he joked, kissing his partnerâs cheek.
âI know, Azeriphale. I donât plan on pushing anything. I know how relationships work.â He sighed softly. âI donât care which of my students get together or donât, I care that they get their work done. Theyâre also half my age, so who cares.â He shrugged, âYeah? Funny, half my students say Iâm cold blooded.â He laughed softly.
" You have a point, there. Though, I don't suppose any of them work within the same vicinity as their partner or significant other. " Azeriphale added, still nuzzled into the crook of Crowley's neck. " It would be completely asenine if both of us called off. I am extremely comfortable as is. " He commented, sighing gently with annoyance.
" I am aware you don't, love. I do, though. I want everyone to be safe. I want to ensure that anyone who comes to me is as safe as they possibly can be." There was a moment of silence before the blonde sat up. "Oh! I've just remembered! I have books on being safe with a potential partner! It is the LGBTQ+ edition!" He practically shot out of bed, making his way to his bookshelf in the corner of their room. He kneeled, mumbling to himself as he looked.
@demonseekspeace
âI- umâŠoh, yes, of course. â the angel replied, seating the other on the closed toilet seat. Gently, he began undressing the other. First the boots, next, the socks, bell-bottoms, shirt. Then, finally, the briefs were off. Then, carefully, the angel sat Crowley in the bath. â I hope this is of some help to you, Crowley. I wanted to make sure you were comfortable, so I set some things out. It smells rather nice, now. Very therapeutic. â Azeriphale kneeled beside the tub, ensuring that the other was alright.
Crowley blushed, averting his eyes as Aziraphale helped him undress without any hint of shyness. He contributed where he could, fumbling with buttons and the like, until Aziraphale placed him in the bath.
âT-thanksss,â he mumbled, blushing still. âFor um. For everything.â He swirled his fingers around the fragrant buttercups in the water. âI know how upset you were about the Holy Water. IâŠI appreciate you trusting me, to know what Iâm doing with it.â He glanced at Aziraphale, finally removing his glasses hesitantly, setting them aside as they fogged up. âIâŠI promise, Iâm not going to use it on myself. IâŠâ He stared at his knees. âI canât leave you, Aziraphale. Not ever. Heaven and Hell couldnât tear us apart.â Â
âCrowley, you are my dearest friend and closest acquaintance. There is truly no way that I could deny you something that I trust will be used for something other than your very demise. Once I had momentarily thought it over, it came to me. You just were to use it as protection. I have toâŠtrust. â He admitted, sighing softly as he looked into the others eyes.
â I really hope that to be trueâŠâ The angel added. â I need you, CrowleyâŠâ It was weak, though, it was out in the open. There was no taking it back. It was part of Azeriphaleâs truth. â Are you feeling any better?â The angel asked, with a smile after a short pause of time.
Crowley nodded. âYeah, I promise, angel. Itâs a âjust in caseâ measure.â He smiled, sighing as he leaned back into the bath. The water was staying miraculously warm, the heat of it sinking slowly into his bones, leaving him relaxed and sleepy. Part of him was still in disbelief; Aziraphale needed him? Aziraphale had come to DublinâŠjust for him?! It didnât seem logical.
And yetâŠ
The demon startled awake from where heâd been half dozing as Aziraphale asked after his wellbeing. To be honest, heâd been listening to Aziraphaleâs gentle voice and soothing tone, and it had lulled him to sleep. âI, uh,â he ran a hand through his hair, blushing. âA bit. I still feel a bit queasy, but I feel warmer, at least.â He smiled genuinely, raw and open emotion written on his face, clearly seen without his sunglasses. âThank you for staying. IâŠI was afraid you wouldnâtâŠâ
â Why would I leave you like this? I could never⊠you are the only one who I can trust to get me out of a pinch. You are also my only friend. We need to be there for one another. You and I care for each other too deeply to justâŠstop. It seems unethical and rather impossible. â Cheeks flushed in a tone of pink, the angel grabbed a buttercup from the tub; allowing it to rest upon his palm.
He couldnât bring himself to look into Crowleyâs eyes any longer. He felt it wasnât safe to fall any deeper than he had already managed to be. It would prove hazardous. â Iâm glad itâs of help, I thought it would be; though I wasnât sure. â Azeriphale smiled a bit, placing the small flower back into the water.
â Besides, you need someone to nurse you back to health. Seeing as there is no one else fit, it has to be me. â Azeriphale assured the other, still smiling. â Ensure youâre all bundled under the duvet, make you tea. This is no simple task, though I am no simple angel. â He added, matter-of-factly.
Crowley smirked. âYou calling me difficult, angel? I see how it is.â He was joking around, but the rest of Aziraphaleâs statement seemed too good to be true. He was delighted to hear it, of course, but with how changeable the angel was, Aziraphale could say all this now, and want nothing to do with him as soon as he was well.
He didnât know whether he wanted to milk the attention for everything it was worth, or be polite in the face of the angelâs kindness, hoping to pull out these memories the next time Aziraphale was cruel to him. Do you care for me as deeply as I do for you? He thought. I wonder, angel, if you know just how much I love you. His heart ached to think of it.
His stomach twinged, and Crowley winced. Clearly, it was still raw and sore. He needed to lie down. âAngel,â he said softly, âcan you help me out of the bath? IâŠI think I need to rest.â He was feeling a bit dizzy as well, both from the current, weakened state of his body, and the emotion surrounding them both. It was a bit overwhelming, if he was honest.
â Difficult is an understatement. â The angel replied, smiling a tad as he watched the other wince in an uncomfortable matter. â Oh dear⊠Yes, of course Iâll help you out. â
Moments later, Azeriphale was helping his demon counterpart out of the tub. Making his way to the other room, he set down a towel on the bed, placing Crowley on it in a careful matter. Then, he miracled himself a second towel, helping the other dry off, in a gentle manner.
The red locks on Crowleyâs brow made Azeriphale feel incompetent to truly help. How could he? They were soft and beautiful. He felt it was a distraction of the main goal.
â You do feel rather cold. Let me find you something to wear and then weâll get you under this duvet, nice and snug, hm? â Within another moment or so, Azeriphale left to only come back with a pair of blue briefs and a grey tee shirt â He has quite the surplus of guest amenities. I was rather surprised to find an array. â The blonde commented, helping the other dress just as carefully as he had dried him.
Within another few minutes, Azeriphale had the demon under the duvet. It only took a few moments to tuck him in, ensure he was comfortable. â I also turned up the heat, you should be rather comfortable within the hour. â He assured with a small nod. â Anything more before I dive back into the works of Doyle?â He questioned, waiting patiently for a reply.
Crowley let himself be manhandled (in the most gentle use of the word) by Aziraphale as the angel helped him out of the bath. He still felt a bit weary, so he was glad for the help.
As Aziraphale dried him off with the towel, he sighed, leaning into the treatment. âThink this is the first time youâve actually touched me in 6000 years,â he murmured. ââS nice.â
He helped Aziraphale dress him and curled up under the covers with a sigh, eyelids already drooping. Angels and demons didnât need to sleep, but a body got into habits. Crowley was going to fall asleep quite quickly. Well, it had been an exhausting day, after all.
The demon shifted at Aziraphaleâs question. âHmmmâŠmaybe a bin, or something? In case IâŠâ he winced. He didnât think he was going to throw up again, and he could just miracle it awayâŠbut that was one of those things that just seemed to stick around underneath the miracle. âAndâŠwill you stay? And wake me up tomorrow?â
" Certainly, I will grab you a bin. " He offered, smiling a bit as he made his way towards the door. There was something so sweet about the way Crowley looked when he was tired. In that moment, Azeriphale realized that he enjoyed seeing the other in such a calm state that he seldom saw.
Then, there stood the second question. It saturated the air between them in sheer density. It was a question that had been asked before, more or less. Centuries upon centuries, Crowley has been asking Azeriphale such a question. Previously, the angel would have made an excuse. He feared being too close, becoming romantically involved in one way or another. There was no possible way that he could do that, now. The other needed him. He had to push fear aside and allow his heart a chance to make the choice.
" I will wake you in the morning, Crowley. Do not worry about that. You must rest." That was it, the confirmation that would bind the promise. If broken, Azeriphale would, more than likely, break Crowley's heart.
With that, the angel brought the demon a bin. By the time he had returned, though, Crowley was fast asleep. Pausing momentarily, after placing the bin on the floor, Azeriphale gazed at the other with an expression of complete endearment. " You are so truly beautiful... " He mumbled, sighing before he left the room; turning out the lights.
Professors (Closed Starter)
@celestialnovella
The fact that Anthony Crowley was not a morning person made him question why on earth he had ever decided to become a professor just about daily when school was in session, right on time with his alarm. And, just as every morning, right on time with his alarm, he groaned and turned it off before proceeding to try to bury himself deeper into the sleep warmed blankets. âThey should move my intro class and make it a night class. Morning class didnât discourage anyone from joining, might as well make the class decent for me.â He grumbled, though he knew he would either get the same reaction he usually did from his partner or he would get no reaction, as it was a very common complaint of his.
âYou got anything interestinâ today?â He asked, rolling over so he could try to wrap Azeriphale in a hug before he could get out of bed and thus force Crowley out of bed too.
A stretch, a yawn, the action of rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Yes, it was indeed morning.
â Oh, pish posh, my love. You know that the university wouldnât allow you to have all of your classes in the afternoon /and/ evening. Itâs no fair to those of us who are forced to get out of bed with sun up. â Azeriphale commented, allowing the other to wrap his arms around him. They faced one another, still tangled within the duvet and sheets. A smile spread across the manâs face. He truly did love his husband.
â Oh, not sure yet. I am meant to have one of your students come in. The one that you said always looks rather vexed? The one who sits beside the other one. She had explained that she had a feeling about something, also, she needs help finding a book. Certainly, it will be an interesting chat. She is⊠definitely opinionated. â He explained, voice coated in sleep.
âWell, we could always try to convince them to give both of us afternoon and evening classes. Would give us more time to sleep, cuddle.â He said, nuzzling close now that he had his love in his arms. He mightâve hated mornings but nothing could make him hate moments like this, not when it was Azeriphale that was so close to him. No, the moment he hated was when they would eventually have to get up and actually go to work.
âThe one who sits beside the other one? Very specificâ Crowley laughed softly, despite knowing full well which student his husband was talking about. He knew most of his students, even if he was sure theyâd drop his intro class once they realized it wasnât going to be a simple A. âMost of the kids that stick around my classes are, or end up being opinionated. I think it makes the class fun.â
â You must understand, love. I am a librarian. They need me there mornings, afternoons and evenings. Iâd have it no other way. Iâm truly the only one who cares for the books so deeply. Ensuring they are returned and such. Certainly, not an easy task. No one else wants to do it. I also donât know another person who can speak to the youth as gently. â He assured his husband, running his fingers through his hair. â As much as Iâd love to stay here, all cuddled up; we must get up for school soon. â Gently, Azeriphale took his husbandâs fave in his hands; kissing him lovingly before pulling away.
â You know what I meant, dear. Sheâs just- extra opinionated. She is significantly angry at the world. Though, when she speaks of the other, it seems she calms; as if her very existence is soothing. It is certainly a wonder to watch. â The blonde assured his husband, one hand still placed on his face.
âTheyâre books, angel, theyâd survive another hour or so without you,â Crowley chuckled softly, though he was more than well aware that the books were very different for Azeriphale compared to how Crowley saw books. He didnât mind. He thought it was sweet. He thought everything about Azeriphale was sweet. At the mention of getting up soon, Crowley just faked a pout, clinging closer to his partner. âMust we?â
âYeah, well, thereâs a lot in the world to be angry about. Sheâs not the only one like that.â He said, leaning his head against the otherâs hand. âIâve seen it happen once or twice in class. I definitely get it. She really cares about that friend of hers.â
" You and I both know that we need to. There is no use in us both calling in sick. They know we are married, our names are hyphenated. " He assured his husband, smiling as the other pulled him closer. " You are truly very clingy in the morning. It is rather lovely, I prefer it to evenings when you seem more...touchy. I love you, nonetheless, of course. " Azeriphale commented, peppering a few light kisses on Crowley's shoulder.
" She is rather obsessed with her friend. It is rather sweet. Surely, the way she speaks of her imply more than platonic emotions. That much is very obvious. You can not push it, though. No matter how much it bothers you that the two aren't together. The other girl may be taking her time. She may not be completely certain of such a loud character. No other word can describe her, I suppose. " The blonde nuzzled his face into the crook of Crowley's neck. " You are truly that of a bunsen burner. " Azeriphale mumbled against the other's soft skin, smiling to himself.
Professors (Closed Starter)
@celestialnovella
The fact that Anthony Crowley was not a morning person made him question why on earth he had ever decided to become a professor just about daily when school was in session, right on time with his alarm. And, just as every morning, right on time with his alarm, he groaned and turned it off before proceeding to try to bury himself deeper into the sleep warmed blankets. âThey should move my intro class and make it a night class. Morning class didnât discourage anyone from joining, might as well make the class decent for me.â He grumbled, though he knew he would either get the same reaction he usually did from his partner or he would get no reaction, as it was a very common complaint of his.
âYou got anything interestinâ today?â He asked, rolling over so he could try to wrap Azeriphale in a hug before he could get out of bed and thus force Crowley out of bed too.
A stretch, a yawn, the action of rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Yes, it was indeed morning.
â Oh, pish posh, my love. You know that the university wouldnât allow you to have all of your classes in the afternoon /and/ evening. Itâs no fair to those of us who are forced to get out of bed with sun up. â Azeriphale commented, allowing the other to wrap his arms around him. They faced one another, still tangled within the duvet and sheets. A smile spread across the manâs face. He truly did love his husband.
â Oh, not sure yet. I am meant to have one of your students come in. The one that you said always looks rather vexed? The one who sits beside the other one. She had explained that she had a feeling about something, also, she needs help finding a book. Certainly, it will be an interesting chat. She is⊠definitely opinionated. â He explained, voice coated in sleep.
âWell, we could always try to convince them to give both of us afternoon and evening classes. Would give us more time to sleep, cuddle.â He said, nuzzling close now that he had his love in his arms. He mightâve hated mornings but nothing could make him hate moments like this, not when it was Azeriphale that was so close to him. No, the moment he hated was when they would eventually have to get up and actually go to work.
âThe one who sits beside the other one? Very specificâ Crowley laughed softly, despite knowing full well which student his husband was talking about. He knew most of his students, even if he was sure theyâd drop his intro class once they realized it wasnât going to be a simple A. âMost of the kids that stick around my classes are, or end up being opinionated. I think it makes the class fun.â
" You must understand, love. I am a librarian. They need me there mornings, afternoons and evenings. I'd have it no other way. I'm truly the only one who cares for the books so deeply. Ensuring they are returned and such. Certainly, not an easy task. No one else wants to do it. I also don't know another person who can speak to the youth as gently. " He assured his husband, running his fingers through his hair. " As much as I'd love to stay here, all cuddled up; we must get up for school soon. " Gently, Azeriphale took his husband's fave in his hands; kissing him lovingly before pulling away.
" You know what I meant, dear. She's just- extra opinionated. She is significantly angry at the world. Though, when she speaks of the other, it seems she calms; as if her very existence is soothing. It is certainly a wonder to watch. " The blonde assured his husband, one hand still placed on his face.