Nefelibata

All I can make is cold cereal and maybe toast.

[sam-writesstuff]

Hellooooooooooo! Could I request something (platonic or romantic) Aziraphale x reader where the reader is having a stressful week and Aziraphale kinda just helps her unwind? Something sweet and fluffy would be nice :) I love your writing!

Hiiiiiiii! Thank you for the compliment<3 I saw your comment on the ‘A Kind of Magic’ and was very happy🥰 I was kind of insecure about the fic after noticing all the grammatical errors:( Anyways, yes! That sounds really sweet💗

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Hello saw that you had campbell as your profile pic and I see that you do Crowley x readers so I was wondering could I please have a campbell Bain x mute reader but shows a lot of affection and likes having his company just make it really fluffy please thank you

The request sounds adorable, but I have not yet watched Takin’ over the Asylum enough to know his character :( I’m sorry!😣 I’ll need to study his character more to write about him... I used the Campbell Bain photo because it matched my background aesthetic and I also just generally like how David Tennat looked like in the show🙂

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Hey! I was wondering if you could write a fic with a teen!reader where she spends alot of time with crowley and Aziraphale, theyre like protective dads over her. One day the angels/demons take her to try and get information about crowley and Aziraphale, obviously they rescue her and they don't want her to bother with them anymore because they don't want her to get hurt so she yells at them?? Very angsty with a lovely fluffy ending xo

Hi! I’m really sorry about taking so long to post the fic😞 But it’s up now! I was planning to post the fic as an reply to this ask, but it turned out to be a series😬 I hope that’s okay! This request was lovely, thank you💕

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Family (Crowley x reader x Aziraphale)

Requested: Hey! I was wondering if you could write a fic with a teen!reader where she spends a lot of time with Crowley and Aziraphale, they're like protective dads over her. One day the angels/demons take her to try and get information about Crowley and Aziraphale, obviously they rescue her and they don't want her to bother with them anymore because they don't want her to get hurt so she yells at them?? Very angsty with a lovely fluffy ending xo

Warnings: Ignorant family, Slight child abuse. 

Word Count: 1899

A/N: I know I said I will post a fic last weekend, but due to some technical issues with my computer, I wasn’t able to finish this ‘til today... I’m sorry🥺School’s kind of dragging me behind with literally everything I enjoy doing;( Learning is important, but I miss the days I can just go anywhere and do anything whenever I wanted to😩 I didn't expect this to be turned into a series... But I guess it is? I hope you guys enjoy reading this!

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Life wasn't fair. 

You learned this way to young. Your mother hated you, specifically because her own life was ruined in the result of your birth. Your father was selfish and ignorant; an arsehole. Weird enough, you couldn't bring yourself to blame either of them. Your mom was a poor victim of society, and your father was a victim to his father. Not enough reason to abandon a child, but the world you lived in taught you things that most people learn in their thirties. When they got divorced, you were handed to your grandmother. When she died, you were handed to your aunt. Handed, like an object. Like a hot potato, keep being passed on and on until the music stopped playing. When you realized that you can decide when to stop your music, you didn't linger longer. You were around thirteen when you first tried to escape from your aunt. 

It was freezing that night. The night was so, so cold. Everything moved slowly, but you kept walking. You didn't have much on you, and you weren't sure what you needed to do now. You were lost. You thought walking might lead you to somewhere. Anywhere. It was devastating. London was huge. Even so, not a single place in this city had a room for you. You once saw the news on the tv inside a store use the word 'overpopulation,' and how the world was so crowded. You wondered if that is why there wasn't any place for you. 

'God created everyone for a reason, there is a place for everyone in this world.' 

Your grandmother was very forgetful. She sometimes forgot that its morning and tried to put you back into bed. Or wake you up in the middle of the night thinking its morning. She sometimes forgot how to use the bathroom. She sometimes thought she was in someplace else and kept screaming. The rare amount of times when she wasn't, she always told you that God created everyone for a reason, and there is a place for everyone in this world. You never took her word for it, but you truly wished for it to be true at this moment. If it was true, now was the time to prove it.

The bookshop across the street was the only place that had lights on. Every other store on the street was closed. You could've gone over to a cafe that was a few blocks away, but you didn't. It was as if you were possessed by something. You were like the little girl that sold matches and the bookshop was what lit up at your sight. That should be the place. That had to be the place. You entered the bookshop and a gentleman with golden hair came out. 

"Hello, I'm afraid we are quite definitely clo- oh, dear. Are you all right?" 

"I-I'm sorry. The lights were on and I - Ah, achoo!" 

"No, it's not a problem. Please, you can sit here." 

The man offered you a sit on a chair. Honestly, you didn't know what else you could do but to sit. There was nowhere else for you to go. Nowhere else for you sit. This was at least somewhere. 

"Tell me, my child. Where are your parents?" 

You hesitated. If you tell him the truth, will he let you stay? Will he care? He might call the police. What will happen to you then?

You were foolish. You thought escaping would help, only to lead you nowhere but to leave you to freeze to death. 

"Do you have nowhere to go?"

He asked softly. Soft enough to get an unwanted child talking.  No matter how high your walls were, that was all it took to collapse. But you knew this. You tried to avoid a direct answer, still, you couldn't resist the tears that formed in your eyes. 

You expected more questioning from him, but he asked you none. Instead, he let you stay in the store for the night. The next morning, he made you promise to come back. 

"Angels will watch over you," he said. 

You didn't say anything back. Not a typical phrase you think you'd hear from a stranger. What a weird man, you thought. But then you came back because you were desperate. And every time he welcomed you with a warm heart. He seemed glad to see you again. You talked, he listened. He helped you, he took care of you. 

"What is your name, my dear?" 

"Y/N," you didn't say your last name on purpose. You didn't like it. Those people weren't even your family. 

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I'm Aziraphale." 

Aziraphale. You saw the name before. Yes, you saw it and not heard it. In the bible. In the dirty, old, dark room you and your grandmother lived, she kept a bible. She'd sometimes read it out loud to you. You were too hungry to care. However, to your curiosity, you had opened it before. 

Not long after you met Aziraphale, you met Crowley. You were terrified of him at first. You swore you saw him yelling at plants once. 

Then one day, Crowley came to your school to see the Christmas play you starred in. You have been working on it for months, and although you weren't the main character, you enjoyed playing your role. You didn't even bother to tell your aunt about it. Instead, you asked Aziraphale if he could come and watch. He said yes, of course. Sadly, on the day of your play, a very important customer to Aziraphale came to the bookshop. Having to deal with him, Aziaraphale couldn't make it to your play. Not knowing that, you waited for him to enter through the door. Your eyes searched among the crowds, but he was nowhere to be seen. Nowhere.

More parents entered, each time waving at their kid on the stage. Some held flowers, probably to give them afterward. 

"Uh, my mum is holding a camera," Harry, who stood beside you, grumbled at the sight. 

"What's wrong with a camera?" You asked. You couldn't understand. What was wrong with a mum trying to savior a memory of her child?

"It is embarrassing. She'll show it to everyone at the Christmas dinner," Harry stated annoyingly. Almost like asking for sympathy. As if you are supposed to feel the same way. As if you too, had such a caring mother who would come to watch your play and record it for showing off purposes. 

"Where is your mum?" Harry asked. It is these simple questions that hurt you the most. All of the assumptions, all of the conditions to be defined as a normal kid. What you hated, even more, is yourself wishing for your mother to enter from that door any moment now, and apologize. 

"I-" You hear a large creek when you opened your mouth to answer. The door swung opened and entered a very familiar-looking person. Crowley.  

Besides the dramatic entrance, he was a very unlike figure to be seen at a school play.  Flaming red hair, wearing entirely black with usual sunglasses; his posture, in general, had a weird aurora. Parents stared at him with questioning eyes and so did you. You queried why he was there, he didn't appear like a parent. He marched over to you, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a large bouquet.

"I am not late, am I?" Crowley said as he looked around the room, "Is the play already over?" 

"No," you took a moment before answering him. You were confused. "It hasn't even started yet. Where is Azi?" 

"Aziraphale couldn't make it, had an important customer to deal with. Wanted me to tell you how sorry he was." 

Disappointed look spread on your face. It wasn't his fault, you knew that. Though, that didn't stop you from being upset. You'll just leave as fast as you can after the play. Your friends will want to take pictures with you but... Well, you didn't have anyone to take the photo for you. If you leave fast enough, you'll be able to avoid all the questions. 

"Don't be so gloomy about it. I'm here."

You looked up at Crowley with unbelieving eyes. "You are not going to leave?"

"What? No. Why do you think I came here in the first place?"

Your teacher announced that the play was starting soon, and Crowley went to find a seat. When he did found a sit, he took his phone out. You expected him to be on his phone instead of focusing on your play, but to your surprise, his camera lens landed on you. Later, himself joined other crowds of parents who scooched in the front row as quietly as possible trying to get the best shot of their children. 

When the play ended, he whistled loudly. It was the loudest whistle you've ever heard in your life. He had a bright smile onㅡalmost grinningㅡand you've never seen him smile so widely. A proud smile. A kind of smile you've never gotten it before. You ran down the stairs after the final bow, towards Crowley and you hugged him tightly. He seemed stunned by your sudden action since you always hid behind Aziraphale whenever you saw him, but he patted on your shoulder in return. 

"This is for you, by the way," he said, handing you the bouquet. Your smile widened at it. The flowers were beautiful. 

Your friends ran over to you, wanting to take pictures with you. Their parents followed with their cameras. You looked up nervously at Crowley, but he was already taking his phone out. When all the picture fiasco was done, he took your hand and led you out to his car. 

"I know my way home. I can walk home," you said but then hopped onto his car. 

"Aziraphale is treating us dinner," Crowley answered fastening your seatbelt. 

"Really?" Your face lightened up in excitement. A family dinner. Something you've never experienced before. 

"Yes. Do you know your aunt's number? I'll call her," he handed you his phone from the driver's seat. 

"I do, but I don't think you need to. Don't worry, she won't care," you didn't take his phone, knowing that she wouldn't care either way. She didn't the day you ran out of the house. She didn't when you came back, so why would she start caring now? 

However, Crowley looked rather disturbed. He didn't say anything, and with his sunglasses, it was almost impossible to read him. You were greeted with Aziraphale when you arrived. 

"Oh, hello, my dear. I deeply apologize for not being able to-" 

"It's okay. Look! Crowley gave me flowers!" 

"They look wonderful," he smiled at you softly before turning to Crowley. His face expression changed quickly and his voice deepened in a serious tone. "Did you film her as I asked you to?"

"Yes, yes. I did. Now come on, she must be starving." 

After this day, you considered Crowley as your family along with Aziraphale. 

You promised to yourself every single day, that one day, you'll give it all back to them. All the kindness they showed, all the things they gave you. You'll pay them back. 

You never thought that your existence would endanger them, or that their existence would endanger you.

[sam-writesstuff]

Helloo:)

Hiii, school started and I’ve been so busy:( That is my excuse for not being able to be active a lot😞 I have 3 requests to complete, one being nearly finished and the other is half done. I’m so sorry for taking so long🥺 I’m planning to post one this week, if not two... Just an update on that💛🌈

Also, the Merman fic got so much love!! I can’t believe it, and honestly I am so happy🥰 Thank you so much, you are all so wonderful🌻

I won’t keep you guys waiting for too long;)!

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A Kind of Magic (Crowley x Reader)

Requested: Dancing with Crowley (Pull Crowley to dance with you - the music can be A Kind of Magic :3)

Warnings: None. 

Word Count: 1049

A/N: OOoooh, I don't know what I wrote. To be honest, I've only written angst song fics... But this is so much fluff, and the song is great. I highly recommend you to read this while listening to the song!

+ ⚠️Just noticed how the writing switched from past-tense to present-tense half way:( I’ll fix it as soon as I have the opportunity to! So sorry😞

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It's a lazy Sunday. There are no plans, and all you've been doing all-day is lying around the couch, doing absolutely nothing. What you mean by 'absolutely nothing' is, surfing around Nexflix and finding nothing to watch, trying to get a slice of bacon on an avocado ㅡa game on your phone, it's annoying but addictingㅡ and reading a book Aziraphale has recommended to you. The book was thick, and you thought it would pass some time, and it did. Aziraphale had great taste in books, after all, he did own a book shop. But he was also an angel who has been on Earth for 6000 years. That meant lots of wisdom and knowledge. The book was, simply put, too hard for you. Which is quite crazy regarding your age. Now you were lying upside down, your legs on your couch, your head on the floor, trying to put a slice of bacon on a quarter pipe. You furiously tapped on your phone attempting to get the bacon on the quarter pipe, but it kept sliding downwards. Pissed off, you threw your phone on the sofa and grumbled. You wanted to do something else. You needed to move your body, not just your finger. So you stood up, picked up your phone again and scrolled down looking for some music to dance too. Before pressing press to the 'A Kind of Magic, Queen,' you stopped for a moment, debating whether to connect your phone to a speaker or not. You decided not to because you felt like doing it in an old-fashion way today. 

One dream, one soul, one prize, one goal

One golden glance of what should be

After pressing the little triangle you mouthed the lyrics to the song, making your way over to the kitchen, grabbing a big mug that could fit your phone. You gently placed your phone inside the cup and started dancing to the words that echoed from the cup.

One shaft of light that shows the way

No mortal man can win this day

Then there was a knock on your door. You danced your way towards the door. Did you have any delivery planned to arrive? You didn't think so. Did you have friends who would visit without notice? Yes, you did. So you didn't hesitate to open your front door. There stood, your boyfriend, wearing all black with his usual sunglasses. The sight of him made you happy. So, so happy. It's a miracle that this man has chosen to love you out of everyone else in this world. You were the one in a million that he chose. 

The bell that rings inside your mind

It's a challenging the doors of time

"Y/N, I've lived on this planet enough to know and tell you that it is not safe to open a door without-," before he can finish his sentence you take his hand, pulling him inside your apartment. He never checked to see whom it was before opening his door. Yet, he was so sensitive when it came to you doing it. It was sweet that he thought about you so much, but you didn't feel like hanging out with a 'Nanny Ashtoreth' today. You held both of his hands and wiggled your arms. He raised his eyebrows, and you pouted.

“Oh, c’ mon, Crow! It’s Queen, dance with me.” 

The waiting seems eternity

The day will dawn of sanity

It's a kind of magic

There can be only one

He smiles before giving in, closing the door behind him. He held your hand, then rose it, allowing you to spin around. When you were set still, you carefully took off his glasses and placed it on a stand next to the door. Then you danced to the living room. He followed you while watching as you shook your head like a crazy person. 

“What kind of move is that?” 

He asks, doing his silly moves- the famous disco. You giggle at the sight, then copying the move yourself. 

This rage that lasts a thousand years

Will soon be gone

This flame that burns inside of me

I'm hearing secret harmonies

“It’s called dancing,” 

You answer, smiling widely. Your hair was now all fuzzed up from all the spinning. Crowley grins at the sight.

“Not so bad for a mortal,” he says, carefully putting his hands on your waist, then he lifted you and spun you around the living room. You let out a scream. He sets you down on the ground again, but you lose your balance in excitement and fall. Crowley’s eyes widen at the sight. 

The bell that rings inside your mind

Is challenging the doors of time

“Are you all right, love?” he asks you one knee on the ground. Your butt hurts, but mostly you find the situation funny. Humor overcomes the pain and you burst into laughter. Crowley stares at you with unbelieving eyes, then he too starts laughing.

This rage that lasts a thousand years

Will soon be, will soon be

Will soon be gone

You pull him to the ground, wanting to be closer with him. He gladly lets you. You both lied on the floor staring into each other. Crowley spoke up first. 

"You are unbelievable, you know that?"

You don't answer, and he doesn't expect you to. He already expects you to know this. To know how special you are, to know how amazing you are, and mostly, to know how you make him unbelievingly happy. And you do know, but like everyone else, you forget sometimes. So Crowley's like an alarm clock reminding you constantly. What did I do to deserve this man? You ask yourself. 

This is a kind of magic

There can only be one

This rage that lasts a thousand years

Will soon be gone

You quickly give him a peck on the lip, but he holds you longer, pulling you closer, turning it into a kiss. The moment feels magical, just like the movies. You two pull away after a moment but kept the distance between two as close as it were. You stare into his beautiful snake eyes, the golden snake eyes. I am damned, aren't I? You think to yourself. 

Magic, it's a kind of magic

It's a kind of magic

Magic, magic, magic, magic

Magic, ha ha ha ha it's magic

If he hadn't come, you probably would've been depressed over the thought that tomorrow is Monday. You would've eaten junk foods for dinner, and even though you have absolutely nothing to do, stay up late until you can get that bacon on the quarter pipe. It probably won't have ended there either. You can't say your life before Crowley was bad. It was going somewhere. But since his arrival, there is so much more to it. You wonder if he feels the same. Oh, dear God, you pray that he feels the same. Because now you are damned, and you cannot imagine life without this demon. 

Ha ha

Yeah, yeah

It's a kind of magic

Little did you know, the feeling was mutual.  Crowley stared into your eyes,  thinking and wishing the same thing. For him too thought that it was a miracle that a girl like you fell in love with him. He was your one in a million. And he'll be damned twice too, because of you. 

It’s a kind of magic. 

[sam-writesstuff]

Hiya! Your merman story was absolutely adorable! Could I request a story where the reader is having body image issues and Crowley and Aziraphale comfort them. It’s up to you whether you want to make it romantic/platonic. Thanks ^-^ and I can’t wait to read more of your writing!!!

Yes! That sounds wonderful:) And thank you so much<3 I am honestly shook by how much attention Merman got😳😳 I was very nervous to upload it, but now I am glad I did!

[thechekhov]

when that ‘oneshot’ you’re writing turns into a chaptered fic, and suddenly you’re 20k in with no end in sight

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

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Dancing with Crowley (Pull Crowley to dance with you - the music can be A Kind of Magic :3)

OOoooh! I just listened to the song, and I love it🥰 Thank you for the suggestion, I will add it to the list🖋

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good luck with this blog! I hope you have a bunch of fun writing. as for prompts... how about the reader suggests crowley and aziraphale watch a horror movie with them Purely as an attempt to get cuddles?

Thank you:) I hope so too☺️ Yes, that sounds cute! But do you mean as like poly relationship?? Like cuddles with both? Or just platonic relationship with cuddles??

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Merman (Crowley x Reader)

Summary: As you grow up, a man with Ariel’s hair keeps saving you. 

Warnings: Slight child abuse, Ignorant parents. 

Words: 3095

A/N: I did not think that this would turn out to be THIS long.. I really like the idea of Crowley liking children, and the thought lead me here. It also shows my love for mermaids ;) But because the reader is a child, there is no romance involved. It’s my first story ever and ohhh god I am so nervous. Please let me know if you’d like a continual story because it was originally planned to be longer😂

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The first time you meet him, you are seven. You just moved to London, and you are exploring the streets with curious eyes. Your old home was a city too, but this is a bigger city. Much, much bigger city. Your parents were unpacking, and while they were they somehow started fighting. Distracted them enough to not notice you sneaking out to explore your new home. As much as nervous you were, this was also very exciting. A new adventure. There were a lot of people and a lot of noise. You have never seen a street so busy. A man pushes you as he walks by and you nearly fall. You struggle to keep your balance, then you see it. A bookshop. It looks old, probably for adults, but it has pretty aura coming out. It's tempting you to go inside. You decide to go explore to do what feels right in your heart. You are a child. The choices you make are simple. You cross the street, at least, you tried to. A hand appears and grabs your collar from the back, dragging you back onto the street. Just then, a car passes right in front of you, fast. Shocked, you turned to see who it is that saved you. It is a man. A very, very tall man. 

"That car almost hit you," the man says. You don't say anything back. You stay silent for a moment, too distracted by his bright red hair. The only person whom you knew with the kind of red hair was Ariel, the mermaid. You wonder if he too is a merman. 

"You want to cross the street?" The red-haired man asks you, letting go of his grip. You nod slowly. He looks slightly annoyed but reaches out his hand. "All right, kid. We'll cross it together." You look at his hand hesitantly whether to take it or not. He is a stranger you don't know, but he is offering help. Plus, he might be a merman. Merpeople can't harm, right? So you take the man's hand. 

Cars stop as you and he cross the street. Horns blew, but the men didn't stop. It gave you a rather strange feeling. However, he did mean no harm. When you two reached the other side, he lets go of your hand. 

"Careful, kid," then he adds, "Wha- What is it that they teach you at school? Oh yeah, look to your right and your left then raise your hand before you cross the street," the man rambles on before you can say you are not in school yet. They did teach you that in kindergarten, though. When he is finished, he looks at you. You realize he is expecting an answer. Your pose straightens up, nodding quickly. He gives you a satisfied look before turning around waving good-bye, entering the bookshop that stood in front of you which for some reason you did not want to go anymore. Instead, the curiosity that filled the exploration of the bookshop were all shifted towards the red-haired man. Or a merman. You think to yourself as you kept walking through the other side of the street. Suddenly, you remember that you didn't thank him for his aid. 

When you get back home, dinner is waiting for you. Surprisingly, your parents are not mad. You tell them what you have explored about the city earlier today. They mumble an 'Mm-hm' occasionally. You decide not to tell them about the merman. You promise to yourself, when you see him again, you'll thank him.

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Months after you start school, you do see him again. You are a now proud first grader. It is a Sunday, you and your parents decide to take a stroll to the park. You are excited, maybe a little too much. No blame is made though, it has been a few months since the last time your family went out together. Only a moment your parents let your hands go, and you are already running around scaring away the pigeons. Your parents sigh as they go off to find somewhere to sit. You'll find them when you get tired of mocking the birds. But then you remember the pond. You jolted upwards and darting off to the pond. 

Your smile grows wider as you spot ducks on the water. "Quack-quack," you mumble to yourself. Wanting to see the ducks, you make your way over to the fence. You stand on your tiptoes, the sight of the happy duck family make you happy too. You tilt your head in various ways wanting to see the baby duck, still, you could only see its tail. You pull yourself up, your upper body leaning onto the fence to keep yourself from falling. There, now you could see the baby duck quite clearly. You begin to point at each one, not realizing how your body is leaning over the fence more and more in your effort to get your finger as close to the duck possible. "Mommy duck, Daddy duck, and Baby du-," You yelp as your body fell over the fence, or so you think. Your eyes shut tight, expecting a splash of water. Instead, your body lifts upwards by a force under your armpits. Someone is lifting you. 

"There, can you see the ducks better now?" 

The voice of the person sounds familiar to you. You instantly turn around, it is whom you expect. The merman. Then you spot something. A little snake. You notice that there is a drawing of a little snake drawn under the merman's ear. How weird. "My arms are getting tired, hurry up kid." The merman hurries you, bringing you back from your thoughts about the snake. He almost sounds annoyed, or is he? It is impossible to read him because of the sunglasses. Don't matter, you did want to see the ducks. You turn yourself back again, facing the water. The baby duck is very clearly visible now. 

"Mommy duck, Daddy duck, and Baby duck," your feet feel the ground again with the end of your sentence. Looking up at the merman, you open your mouth to speak to him but the merman speaks before you. 

"All right. Don't lean onto the fence too much, kid. It won't stop you when you fall," the merman states simply. He doesn't seem to remember you. For some reason, that disappoints you. It has been a couple of months since he saw you but your childish mind is disappointed anyways. You pout, and the merman looks down at you with his eyebrows cocked. "I'm just telling you to be careful. Go find your parents, now." With that, he turns his heels slowly walking away from you. "Angel! C'mon, let's go," he yells at another man who stood far back near the bench. The man is wearing a funny coat and has beautiful blonde hair, but that does not catch your attention. The merman's friend waves at you, but you don't wave back. You are too upset. You only realize that forgot to thank the merman again later when you went back to your parents. 

A couple of months has passed, but you don't see him. You made a little key chain for him at school when you went on a field trip. You planned to give it to him as a thank you present when you see him again. 

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Two years have passed, and you are now ten. You now carried the key chain everywhere you go, in hopes of meeting the merman again. Two years wasn’t enough waiting for you to give up. Some said that you are now a girl too old to believe in Merpeople or miracles of such, but you still truly believed in them.

You rushed to outside, crying. It is raining, and you don't have an umbrella. Still, you don't want to go back home to get one. Your parents have fought again. Your mother has rushed out, and your father has just opened another can of beer. You followed your mother out, but you lost her already. She has disappeared into crowds of people. God, you hated London. Miracles don't exist. If it did, it wouldn't leave your family in this state. You stood in the rain, wondering what to do, where to go. Water is dripping onto your face, and your vision is blurry because of it, but you don't bother to wipe it. You shiver in cold, desperately wanting to go back in time, 2 hours ago, when you and your family were eating dinner peacefully. 

"What are you doing out in the rain?" 

You don't feel the cold water on you anymore. You look up to see the owner of the voice, and you can't help but be shocked. Your vision is blurry as it's covered with water, but you are sure that it is the merman who stands in front of you. A thousand years and still it would be impossible to not recognize that red hair. 

Despite how delightful you are to see him again, you can't bring yourself to say anything. First, your throat felt too sore. Second, you were hiccupping. Both are results from the crying. Not to mention it has been two years since you last saw him, and you were eight back then. You are older now, old enough to know how politeness is an important key when talking to adults. Also, you worry if your conditions seem as worse as it is. To be honest, it is quite detectable that you were crying. 

The merman grumbles before opening his mouth to question you, "Do you have an umbrella?" 

You nod sideways in answer. 

"Do you have somewhere to go?" 

"No," It is not a lie. You do not want to go back home. 

"Why are you out alone in the rain?"

"I..," You try to speak calmly, but you are on the barge of tears again. Really, why were you out in the rain? Stupid, you think to yourself. For you are only ten, it is the best harsh word you can come up to say it to yourself.

The merman seems taken aback by your tears. He tries to calm you down, but it merely does anything. You are too sad. Too angry. Too angry with your mother and father. Too angry with yourself for being so stupid. The merman murmurs something under his breath, with his hands on his hips andㅡwait, his hands were on his hips. He is carrying no umbrella. Nevertheless, there was no more rain dripping on you. You are about to say something when you are lifted from the ground. Your eyes widen in his sudden action. 

"All right, I'll get you dried. Then we'll find your parents, then you go home." the merman said, adjusting the way he held you. He thinks you have lost your parents. You know you should tell him that is not the case, but you don't. You let him carry you. For now, you want to go as far as possible from this place. You know you shouldn't follow a stranger, but he wasn't a stranger. He has saved you twice, and he is a merman. 

Although, the merman does not walk for long. He stops in front of the bookshop, which is just a few streets away from your home. To your confusion, the shop is closed, and you are pretty sure it is locked too, but the doors swung open with a snap from the merman. The door closes again when he walks right in. 

"Angel!" he yells, and the same man you saw two years ago walks out behind the curtains. 

"Crowley- Oh, dear. What did you do?" Crowley. That must be the merman's name. It is the first time you hear his name, and despite the situation, you can't help but smile at the silly name. All Merpeople had unusual names. Triton, Ariel, and Crowley. 

"Me? I didn't do anything. This kid was on the street crying!" 

"Oh. Well, you can lie her down here."

But before Crowley move, you pull yourself out of his embrace and hop onto the floor. You feel calmer now, and your childlike curiosity and wonder have come back to your entrance into the book shop. You didn't know Merpeople can do magic, but you do now. You look up to the blonde man. No, 'blonde' is not enough word to describe his hair. He has golden hair, almost white. Maybe he is also a merman. Then, a loud noise comes out from your neck and echoes through the room. It’s a hiccup. Your stomach rumbles along with the hiccup. Now that you were in a quiet, warm place, you hunger have come back. Dinner was unfinished due to your parents fighting. You are starving. Your cheeks blush a bright rose. Crowley doesn't seem to be amused, but the golden-haired man chuckles. 

"Come, you can sit here, my dear. I'll get you a towel and something to eat," he guides you to a chair, and you nod. You look around. It is the bookshop you longed to come. Most of the times, it was closed, unable to be visited. The inside is as fascinating as you thought it would've been. So much to explore. It is not like the library in your school. Not at all. The bookshop is messier. Books and papers are lying all around, and you like it that way. Your mother never lets you keep your room the state you want in. Your father will never let you in his room. You have been inside before secretly, disobeying your father, but you were too scared to touch anything. You do as your told by the golden-haired merman. He walks over to someplace where you cannot see from where you are sitting, but Crowley stands in front of you. He goes through his hair once, letting out a sigh. He then bends his knee, landing both of his hands on each of his knees, meeting your eyes. 

"Where was the last time you've seen your parents?"

"My mother is gone, I don't know where. My father is probably at home," You don't know what to say, so you tell the truth. Crowley looks confused. 

"Is your home far away from here?" You shake your head. You do not want to give the location of your home to him. Not for safety issues, but you simply did not want to go back. Surely, he was going to take you back if he knew. All adults are too busy for a child. 

"Where is it?" You don't answer. You look down, unsure of what to do. You do need to go back at some point. 

"There, there. We can discuss this after a warm cup of tea," the Golden-haired man appears again with a cup of tea and biscuits. He also hands you a towel to dry yourself. You carefully do so, not wanting to get anything wetter than it already is. There is a pond of water under where you stand. When you are done, you reach your arm out the grab a biscuit, but Crowley stops you, looking at you with his eyebrows raised. 

"What do you have to do before you eat?"

"I need to wash my hands," you let out a little gasp before answering.

"Good. Off you go," satisfactory looks spread over his face. 

You eat in silence. The two mermen do not seem to be bothered by it. They are discussing something on their own as well. When the last sip of the tea drunk, you decide to finally ask the question you waited so long to ask.

"Are you mermen?" The mermen are plural, but your question is more dedicated towards Crowley. They turn to look at you with confused looks. 

"I'm sorry?" The Golden-haired man does not know how to respond to the question. It gives a positive weight to your theory. If he is not a merman, what is the reason to be surprised by your question?  

"She thinks we are mermaids, angel," Unlike the other merman, Crowley does not seem to be surprised at all. He laughs. 

"Mermen," you correct him. "Are you a merman?" 

"What makes you say that, my dear?" 

"He has red hair. Like Ariel," you point to Crowley.

"Red hair? Is that all you need to call a person mermaid?" Crowley scoffs, for some reason, he finds the situation amusing. 

"Merman," you correct him again. "You are a merman." 

"Yeah, doesn't matter. I'm not a merman," he says. 

Disbelief look spread on your face. You are disappointed. For so long you've believed that the man was a merman, for so long he was a merman to you, you feel like you learned something you shouldn't have. 

"But we are not humans either," he adds quickly, noticing how upset you seem. This catches your interest again, immediately. "We are... Supernatural entities." 

You are not sure what that is. Even so, your eyes are already shining bright again, "And?"

 "And you can't tell this to anyone." His eyes lock in with yours, and although you can't see his eyes due to his sunglasses, you still feel greatly pressured. A good kind. You feel important. You feel trusted. 

With that, all your sadness goes away. Your body feels lighter, and you are ready to go home again. You stand up, folding your three fingers, only letting your pinky and thumb stand. "I pinky promise." Crowley smiles, and his pinky intertwines with yours, and thumbs meet as an approval to your promise. 

"Can I come back again?" You ask carefully to the Golden-haired men. He seemed to be the owner of the bookshop. 

"Certainly, dear. Come as often you like," he shows you a warm smile. The kind of smile you haven't seen a while. "And please, call me Aziraphale." 

"Bye-bye, Azirapelle!" You wave your hands at him, you are still a soul to young to properly pronounce an angel’s name who lived on this planet for 6000 years.  

When you walk out, the sky is clear. It is no longer raining. You wonder if the two men have performed magic again. You feel flowers bloom every step you take. Upon your arrival, your mother is back home too. You parents offer you ice cream, they must’ve felt guilty for what they’ve done. Only then you realize once again, that Crowley had saved you and that you forgot to thank him. But that’s okay, because you know you will see him again.

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Call me Sam! I’m taking requests for Good Omens reader inserts! Just some things I want you to know:

📌 I do NOT write NSFW contents.

📌 I will NOT write anything that has to do with pedophilia or incest.

⭐️ There are somethings I can’t or don’t write about. There are things I am just bad at writing it:( I am new, and inexperienced and therefore need more practice. Please be understanding:)

⭐️ I need to really know the character before I can write about them. I need some time to observe if I need get into other characters. Once that’s done, I’d love to write for other characters too. Like Anathemaㅡbecause I honestly love her:) But for now, I will only take requests for Crowley and Aziraphale.

⭐️ Be as specific as you like for the plots! Really, I want you to be. Don’t be afraid that it might be too much or too long. I love AU’s and angsts too. I like song fics too! I do need to like the song in order to write but I have a very open music taste so I hope that won’t be a problem..? Although, please remember that I have the right to refuse if I feel uncomfortable writing about it.

I think that’s about it! I’ve written fan fictions before, but it’s my first time ever posting publicly so... Please go easy on me;)