Virtuous - CG! Aziraphale and Crowley x Reader
Synopsis: Aziraphale and Crowley's days become a little bit hectic when they are given the duties of watching over a newborn Virtue. Whatever will go wrong? And why does Crowley like it so much??
Virtues are higher than angels on the hierarchy, and can control elements, seasons, nature, and even planets.
CW: A [Name] mechanic. Just you being silly with planets lol. I like to think that angels are born in their adult bodies, their minds just need to mature. So you're regressed to the mindset of a newborn.
There is little to no context about Virtues' appearances, so this is my interpretation. I made it so Virtues can talk to animals. If they have control over nature, surely animals are apart of nature, right?
Crowley has his long hair because I adore it.
It's been a while since I wrote for these two! :D Would you want more Virtue MC? Lemme know!
"I'm sure the both of you are wondering why I'm here," Gabriel's face had a forced smile upon it, which wasn't odd about him, especially when in the proximity of a certain red-headed demon However, he had to wait and get this little unannounced meeting over with. "And I'm sure you'd like...context."
Aziraphale was patient, his face holding a real, small smile, while Crowley looked Gabriel up and down.
"You're here for something," Crowley's eyes were narrowed behind his glasses, licking his teeth, "I can sense it." His red hair was styled today, his bangs tied behind his head.
"Hush dear," Aziraphale shushed Crowley, but he turned back to Gabriel with a knowing look in his eye, "but he is correct. You don't come around here unless you're in need of something from me."
"You aren't exactly wrong," Gabriel's eye twitched a little, but his fake smile remained. "I've come with...a task. That only you and your little...friend," Gabriel motioned to Crowley with disdain, "can help with."
Giving them no time to reply, Gabriel stepped away, only to reveal a basket with an individual inside of it. They were clearly an angel judging by the ethereal vibes that exuded from them, but their wings were much fluffier, and they had three sets of them. All they had on was white fabric wrapped around their chest and bottom.
"This...is [Name]." Gabriel stated as you stared up at the two men with curiosity, your hands gripping the sides of the basket. "[Name] is...a Virtue, born just yesterday. And it is up to you to raise them for a few months."
"A Virtue? Oh my..." Aziraphale gaped a little, a hand going to his mouth in shock, but Crowley just raised a brow. "A Virtue? What, like Empathy or something?"
"No, you ignorant dipstick," Gabriel's smile was growing strained, "a Virtue is an angel, much more powerful than even I," he rolled his eyes, "that runs things in the universe."
"Why would the Almighty put this honour onto us?" Aziraphale looked down at you with a smile, and he nearly cooed at the giggle that escaped you, your wings fluttering in joy.
"Because She thinks you're capable," Gabriel blinked, "and Virtues are...sensitive. You're perfect for this job, in her eyes. Which I don't understand, nor will I ever." Gabriel looked...offended at the very notion, but Crowley couldn't help but snicker.
"How the hell do we even care for...a powerful universal angel, anyway?" Crowley questioned, looking down at you this time. You didn't even flinch; you just simply tilted your head.
It was almost as if he knew you were, probably, equal in terms of power. He had to admit you were...cute.
Gabriel sighed, growing irritated. "Like you would a human infant. Aziraphale here will know. I trust you'll do this?"
"Why, of course," Aziraphale bent down, picking you up with ease; his action resulted in giggles, "We'd be honoured to."
"...Good." Gabriel cleared his throat, dusting himself off, but then he stared at them with seriousness. "You cannot fail this, or underestimate [Name]'s abilities." He motioned to you with his eyes. "We are unsure of how powerful they will be, but be on your guard."
"Obviously," Crowley rolled his eyes, "you best be off, then. Chop chop, we've got it from here." Crowley pat your head, resulting in a gurgle.
Gabriel grit his teeth, but otherwise nodded. "Farewell, then." He looked to you. "Goodbye, [Name]. We'll see each other soon."
You did not take the news of his departure well; immediately, you began to cry, reaching out toward him, and the sound of heavy rain began to pelt outside. The screams of people outside could be heard from inside the bookshop,
"It was sunny two seconds ago!" "My hair's ruined!" "Your hair?! My PIE is ruined!"
Aziraphale rushed to bounce you up and down to comfort you as Gabriel groaned, "Best of luck, you two," before teleporting away, leaving nothing but feathers behind. Crowley scoffed, "Why the hell are they crying over him?"
"Angels are sensitive, Crowley," Aziraphale muttered under your sobs, a hand rubbing your bare back, "even when it comes to individuals like Gabriel."
"...Sure," Crowley snorted, adjusting his glasses as he walked over to the windows. "They're quite a powerful little one, aren't they?"
"Very," Aziraphale agreed, walking over to stand beside him as he stared at the heavy rain. "the sky is almost as black as your wings."
Upon seeing the outside your tears had stopped, and you stared at the drops that hit the ground with fascination. Almost instantly the sky had cleared up, and the sun shone once more, the clouds previously hogging the sky non-existent.
Aziraphale smiled down at you, a hand coming up to push hair behind your ear, "Easily amused, are we?"
"Clearly," Crowley looked down at you with raised brows, his eyes holding satisfaction in them, "I wonder if that lad's pie is alright."
"Oh! Speaking of pie," Aziraphale hummed, "why don't we celebrate with some? We have a wonderful little addition to our family of misfits."
Crowley wasn't surprised, but he just smirked, "Of course, angel. Cherry, or raspberry?"
"So, angel," Crowley waved his spoon around, just finished eating a mouthful of apple pie and ice cream, "tell me more about...Virtues. You must know things about them, hm? Good ol' Gabriel said they were much more...powerful, than the usual angel."
"Oh, yes," Aziraphale nodded as he held you on his lap. You were distracted by Crowley's glasses, which the man surprisingly gave you, "Virtues are, essentially, what keep the universe in line. They can even tell the future, when the time calls for it."
"So what you're saying is you have an immensely powerful angel sitting on your lap," Crowley looked down at you in slight awe, "and we are expected to raise them?"
"Indeed." Aziraphale confirmed, smiling at how you tried to eat Crowley's glasses. "And it appears they're hungry," he gently took the glasses away, shushing any whines that resulted from doing so, "would you be so kind as to make a bottle for them, please?"
"With milk? Or holy water?" Crowley teased, but he got up. Aziraphale playfully rolled his eyes, adjusting his hold to put your head into the crease of his arm, "Milk is fine."
The bookshop was comfortably silent as Crowley fixed up a bottle full of milk, and Aziraphale looked down at you with affection.
You already fit in; he couldn't imagine turning you away. Already, you were such a delight. But if your tears resulted in a rainstorm, well...he didn't want to imagine what would happen when you were angry.
"Here." Crowley held out the bottle, and Aziraphale hummed in thanks.
"...Aziraphale, something happened."
Crowley spoke to the white haired man over the phone, his eyes squinted as he stared at the night sky. Aziraphale heard nothing but Crowley's voice and your tired coos.
It had been a week since you came into their family, and you were surrounded with love and affection; it was all you knew. You simply thrived, like God had expected.
"What do you mean, dear?'
"Our child made a constellation. Or something." Crowley took off his glasses to rub his eyes, and looked back at the sky, his lip raised as he slipped his glasses back on. "I don't know. Can they even do that?"
Aziraphale laughed at Crowley's tone of voice, "Crowley, love, you've seen them change the colour of the moon, and you question if they can make a constellation?"
"Yes, yes, please mock my fascination some more," Crowley scoffed, his hand on the pram's handlebars; you couldn't sleep, so he took you outside to take a walk in the park in your pram. There was no prams that were your size - he almost had a fit in the store when they went shopping for you - so they had to make their own.
"What does it look like, dear?" Aziraphale stepped out of the bookshop, looking up at the sky with his glasses and ignoring the occasional passerby. Crowley simply pursed his lips, pushing the pram back and forth gently to urge you to sleep as you gurgled to yourself, "I don't know how to read the stars all that well, angel."
"Mmm, I forgot you couldn't- oh! Is it the one in the north??"
"Oh, dear, you're right!" Aziraphale's laugh was joyous, "it's marvelous! Absolutely marvelous! Give me a moment to look at it properly..."
Crowley spent that moment letting you gnaw on his fingers, before Aziraphale simply hummed in delight. "Oh, Crowley..."
"It appears to be a...well, a snake."
"...A snake," Crowley repeated, and for the second time in his life, he felt his heart flutter, which he thought was impossible. If he had a nickel for every time an angel made his demonic heart flutter...
"Oh, 'interesting' my behind, Crowley," Aziraphale playfully scolded, "I can feel your flattery from here!"
"Alright, fine," Crowley sighed, a smile on his face. "I am flattered. Happy?"
"Very. Enjoy the rest of your walk." Aziraphale simply chuckled before ending the call, and going back inside to sort his books.
Minutes later, Aziraphale wasn't surprised to see Crowley walk in, holding you tightly to him; he wasn't even shocked to hear that Crowley wanted to put you to bed. It appeared the demon became attached.
Aziraphale rarely left his bookshop, especially if you and Crowley were inside, but he had a few errands to run today. He didn't think he'd come home to such a wholesome sigh, however.
"Oh, don't you look adorable!"
Aziraphale cooed, just about smiling so hard he couldn't feel his cheeks as he came across you sitting on the couch dressed in a nice, black gown, your 3 pairs of wings currently being brushed by a grumbling red haired demon. Clearly, the gown had been chosen by Crowley, judging by some dark red inseams.
"And don't you look like a doting father," Aziraphale teased Crowley, and sat down beside the two of you on the couch as you began to babble to him in curiosity.
Crowley had sworn to never get attached. As if he'd stay true to that statement.
"I cannot believe how difficult this is!" Crowley scoffed, a wing brush in his hands as he tried to untangle some of your feathers. "What the hall are [Name]'s feathers made of?"
"Remember, Crowley," Aziraphale lightly reminded the demon as you toyed with his fingers, "Virtues are higher on the hierarchy, which means their wings must withstand more than your average angel."
Crowley hissed, "Must they be this difficult to brush, though? My God, I'm urged to put a bow on them and call it a day!"
Aziraphale couldn't stop his chuckles. "Here, let me."
Crowley eventually became your entertainment as Aziraphale gently brushed at your feathers, each set taking half an hour each. Despite occasionally pulling, and his apologies, you barely noticed; you were much too busy trying to steal Crowley's glasses to gnaw on them.
Which he gave in, moments later. Typical.
Once Aziraphale was finished, he fluffed up your wings and kissed the crown of your head, "all done, little one. Don't you look sweet?"
Crowly simply grumbled, his snake eyes narrowed at his husband, "How the hell did you manage to brush them?"
"Patience, Crowley. Patience." Aziraphale winked at Crowley, his hand rubbing up and down your back.
"...I'm not a doctor, I don't require patience."
"Breaking News, London is doomed to flood if these rains do not stop anytime soon. Weather experts are in shambles-"
"We bloody well know," Crowley shut the TV off in annoyance, the only noise in the bookshop being your cries of distress. Aziraphale was busy trying to comfort you - to no avail - as heavy rain pounded into the ground below. You had been crying nonstop for the past half an hour, and the rain had no chance of stopping.
"What could have possibly triggered this?" Aziraphale questioned, your cries growing worse and your wings fluttering like mad; if not for your tears, Crowley would have jokingly said "air conditioners are no match for the wind coming from your wings", but it wasn't the time or place. "They have never cried like this before!"
"I don't know," Crowley rose from the couch, "they were watching that odd children's show about that bear and this little girl, and they started to cry!"
"...Little Bear?" Aziraphale furrowed his brows, familiar with what Crowley was describing. "Yes, that's the one," Crowley groaned, "I was busy trying to get their wings all sorted."
"What exactly happened in the show?"
"I don't exactly pay attention to what happens in children's TV shows, Aziraphale," Crowley scolded with annoyance, but Aziraphale shot a look as he stuffed your head into his chest. "Unless you want to swim with the fishes, literally, I suggest you tell me."
"Ugh," Crowley rolled his eyes, "all I can recall is the bear and his friends were throwing some puppet show, and the girl threw one of the puppets into a tree to be mean. I don't know."
Aziraphale sighed, resuming the patting against your back, "That would do it. Angels are sensitive, even when it comes to fake conflict scenarios on television."
Crowley simply tched, "Well, isn't that surprising?"
Aziraphale sat you down in front of the couch, keeping you steady, "Turn the television back onto the cartoon, please. And quickly."
"Whatever you say, angel." Crowley pressed a button on the remote, and the familiar noise of Little Bear came onto the screen. Thankfully, the episode was still going on, and the girl began to apologize to her friend about the puppet.
"See, darling? Look," Aziraphale whispered, "she's apologizing. They're all friends."
It was a little astonishing how that information calmed you down, and you halted your cries to inhale deep breaths. The rubs against your back was more than helpful to help you breathe, and Crowley sighed a breath of relief upon seeing the rain stop.
"Finally." He huffed, "I can only imagine how clean Bentley is right now."
Aziraphale was much too busy watching the show with you, keeping you calm. From now on, you'll be watching happier cartoons.
"Aziraphale, they're talking."
Aziraphale didn't raise his head to look at the demon, busy looking down at some books from Japan, "Who is, dear?"
"[Name]. They're talking. And walking. I almost had a heart attack."
Aziraphale finally put his glasses down and looked at Crowley with a brow raised, "They're talking? AND walking? I must say, that's quite-"
He was interrupted by the sound of feet and wings; within seconds, you ran out into the living area, giggling like mad. Crowley was right indeed, and looking at the red haired demon, Aziraphale saw Crowley biting onto his fingers.
"You didn't tell me angels grow this damn fast! How long has it been since they've come here, two months?!"
Aziraphale simply chuckled, "Angels, especially of the Virtue kind, grow faster than others on the hierarchy. It's quite fascinating, isn't it?"
"No! It isn't! I walked in there to wake them up, and they were talking to a damn bird outside the window!" Crowley's distressed tone made you look up at him with furrowed brows, your lips threatening to pout.
"What's wrong, daddy?" You questioned, your wings stilling themselves, and sensing some tears, Aziraphale gently urged you over to sit on his lap with a soft smile, "Daddy's just amazed at how much you've grown, dearest. He'll get over it."
Aziraphale, for the first time in a while, had his doubts.
"[Name], darling, please don't approach strange animals," Aziraphale rushed over to grab your hand to lead you away from a mangy mastiff, "you may get hurt."
Crowley and Aziraphale had taken advantage of your newly found walking and running; sure, they had missed pushing you around in the pram and hearing your babbles, but walking was so much easier. Nobody questioned why a large pram held a, seemingly normal adult, inside. Not like it was anybody's business, and Crowley had a liking for scaring those who stuck their noses into his business.
And now, they were taking you on a walk throughout one of London's many parks. Crowley had decided that the family needed a nice cafe trip, and he made his way there, telling you he'd meet you.
But, in typical you fashion, you found a dog, and had to pet it immediately. You heard about dogs from the Almighty, hearing about how they were her gift to humanity.
And in typical Virtue fashion, you spoke to the dog, and he spoke to you. The mastiff was quite sweet despite his rugged appearance; a true gentleman, and he told you about why he was currently in a houseless predicament.
"But papa..." Your brows simply furrowed as the angel lead you away, his grip on your hand firm, "he just wanted someone to talk to. He doesn't have a home."
"And that's very upsetting, my darling," Aziraphale assured, his hands moving to stroke your cheeks, "but if the humans see you speak to an animal...well," he didn't want tell you; your heart would break. Humanity was cruel, and he didn't want you to feel gloomy.
Your head was tilted as you waited for a response, and he sighed, "Humans fear what they do not understand, [Name]," he placed a light kiss onto the crown of your head, and took your hand back into his.
"Now come, we've got to meet your daddy at the cafe," he began his pace, smiling down at you, "and we think you'll just adore the macarons."
The trip to the cafe was swift, and Aziraphale answered any questions you had about the scenery - the plants, the cars, the strange individuals with mohawks - before the two of you reached the cute little cafe on the corner.
Crowley had already found a spot by the window, and he waved you two over with his usual expressionless features. He pulled out a chair for you, the one right next to the window, "I've ordered for you two already," he raised a brow as Aziraphale sat across from him, "what took the two of you so long, hm?"
"Oh, you know," Aziraphale smiled at you as you settled into the seat, staring outside of the window in awe, "dog shenanigans."
"Mmm, that explains it." Crowley snickered, a hand moving to stroke your hair; you were far too occupied with the outside to really notice, even when your treat was placed onto the table.
You could hear Aziraphale and Crowley speaking, but paid no mind to the conversation as you looked outside with a determined expression. "What are they doing?" Aziraphale eventually whispered to Crowley, and the demon simply shrugged, "I'm unsure, angel."
After a few moments, your determined expression was gone, and you looked away to smile at the macarons. "May I?"
"Of course, love. Let me feed you," Aziraphale chirped, picking up a macaron and placing it against your lips.
Crowley watched with an amused expression, taking a sip of his black coffee before looking outside for a moment. "Oh, that mutt finally found an owner, did he?"
Aziraphale looked outside for a moment, noticing the dog from earlier now walking beside a woman and her kids; the mastiff looked at you for a moment with, what seemed to be appreciation, before he continued prancing down the street with eagerness.
Perhaps you are why he had a home now, and Aziraphale merely felt pride. He didn't care so much for the people around you three gasping and looking outside with horror.
"Yes, darling?" Aziraphale fed you another macaron, this time blueberry cheesecake, and Crowley simply hummed, "They turned the moon into cheese."
Aziraphale furrowed his brows before he, too, looked outside, and saw the moon with craters, and...a bite taken out of it?
"Did you do that, sweetheart?" The angel questioned you, and you looked at him with alarm, feeling guilt, "The lady behind me said she wanted the moon to be made out of cheese. She seemed sad..." You muttered. "I hope it makes her feel better."
"Oh, to be an angel this kind," Crowley teased, sipping at his coffee once more, completely unbothered. The day he teaches you about jokes will be grand, he just knows it.
"I've returned, Aziraphale!" Gabriel's voice echoed throughout the bookshop, his hands behind his back as he seemingly stepped inside. His eyes scanned the shop with slight disgust before Aziraphale stepped out with a smile, taking his glasses off. "Hello again, Gabriel," he greeted the angelic man, "how may I assist you this time?"
"We need [Name] back," Gabriel was straight to the point, the smile on his face making Aziraphale feel uneasy. Why did he seem so happy to take you? "They've become much too powerful. We've had reports of them changing the moon's colour, making constellations, turning the moon into...cheese?" Gabriel scrunched his face for a moment before it returned to an unbothered smile.
"Clearly, you are unable to care for them. I told you their power could become unparalleled if you didn't exercise caution. Already, at 4 months old, they are wreaking havoc and scaring humankind." Gabriel shook his head slightly in disgust, "At 4 months old, they should be growing plants and learning how to bend water. This is too much."
"They're young, Gabriel," Aziraphale scoffed, "Almighty forbid they practice their abilities. Their effects on nature fade away after a few minutes, nothing major has happened."
"Nothing has happened, hm?" Gabriel raised a brow, growing irritated, "Because the flood they caused over a silly cartoon never happened, hmm? London became a swimming pool for a while."
"The water prevented a drought in the south," Aziraphale defended you, "Their powers come with downsides, but is this surprising? The poor dear already has expectations on their shoulders. They can't be perfect straight from creation, Gabriel."
"Which is exactly my point, Aziraphale," Gabriel's smile was gone, now, "It is clear this is not a safe place to practice their abilities. You've done what was asked of you, and now it is our turn to shape them into the greatness they're destined to be."
Aziraphale was thankful you weren't here to see this, but his heart fell upon hearing the back entrance open. He heard Crowley's voice in a teasing tone, "Why am I not surprised daddy's plants love you more than they love me, hmmm?"
Crowley walked into the room without his glasses, holding you tight in his embrace as you giggled and nuzzled into each other, his nose rubbing against yours. Gabriel, upon seeing the demon be so...affectionate, forced a smile. "Well, isn't this a sight for sore eyes?"
"...Oh, God," Crowley groaned putting his glasses back onto his face. "What is it you want, you fluffy feathered freak?"
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Gabriel's smile grew strained, his eye twitching, "I was just telling your partner here that [Name] must come with us. It is time for them to learn about being a proper Virtue."
"...No." Crowley replied immediately, shifting so you hid from Gabriel's gaze, but you moved to look at him over Crowley's shoulder with a saddened expression.
"I don't want to leave, Gabe," Your voice mumbled, and despite hating the nickname, Gabriel remained silent for a moment.
"...Unfortunately, you must come with us. You will not thrive here."
"That's bollocks and you know it," Crowley shot at the angel, "[Name] has done beautifully here with us. Better than with you. Almighty only knows what you would do with them."
"We will shape them into something grand," Gabriel began to glare, "Their powers are not something to take lightly, we must take advantage of them to make humanity thrive."
"Humanity is already thriving with them here," Aziraphale chimed in, moving to stand beside Crowley, "They united a stray dog with a family. Last I heard, he's been quite spoiled."
"And they turned the moon into cheese for some random lady," Crowley brought up with smugness, "[Name]'s actions may be questionable, but it's the intent that matters, is it not? They didn't make the moon into a circle of delectable aged white cheddar for the fun of it, someone specifically asked for it. [Name] made that woman's wish come true, even if they didn't understand the weight of their actions."
"That's right," Aziraphale nodded, smiling a little at Crowley and the way you hid your face in the demon's neck, "[Name] has been doing so wonderfully. A true delight. We adore having them with us!"
You peeked out of Crowley's neck, and stared at Gabriel with unease, making the man sigh through his nose. Virtues despised demons, but it was clear Crowley had treated you like gold, judging by the way you nuzzled into him.
"...I may be a worker of the Almighty, but I am not cruel." Gabriel put a hand to his face to massage the wrinkles between his brows, "Please, just...get a hold of their abilities. Don't let them scare humanity like this again unless it's absolutely necessary."
"Because making constellations scares people." Crowley rolled his eyes, "Astronomers are shivering in their boots."
"Constellations are fine, Crowley," Gabriel hissed, "it's the moon shifting. The floods. The things that can harm humanity physically. The moon dictates the tides, you know."
"Just get Jesus and you can turn water to wine," Crowley teased, "Cheese and wine makes an excellent combination."
Gabriel didn't bother to respond, somewhat in awe of the joke, "...I suppose we'll leave them to you, then. For now. But if any more reports come in..."
Gabriel then left, grumbling under his breath, and they sighed in relief. You looked up at them both, your wings downward, "You won't leave me, will you?"
"No! No, dear," Aziraphale cooed, kissing your head and embracing the two of you with his wings, "You won't be leaving us, and we won't be leaving you."
"For good, our angel," Crowley's black wings made an appearance, and the three of you were basically a feathery mass. "Now...let's celebrate."
"Apple pie!" You cheered, your wings beginning to flutter like mad. Both men laughed, Crowley setting you down so you could rush to the table.
"This is oddly familiar, isn't it? Apple pie..."
"The night we took them in, yes," Aziraphale chuckled, leaning his head onto Crowley's shoulder as he watched you set the table. "Apple pie seems to be our celebratory dessert when it comes to them."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way." Crowley took Aziraphale's hands into his, kissing his temple. "I love you, angel."
"I love you too, Crowley."
And that's when both men knew their family wouldn't be complete without their Virtue.
