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you are my favorite what if by HazelSage
Crowley and Aziraphale can’t be, but sometimes the nanny and the maid feel like they could be. It only makes things that much harder for a tender heart.
Crowley and Aziraphale couldn’t many things, but Nanny and Aziraphale had no such restrictions. So even when Aziraphale was more angel than maid, everything felt a little more… possible.
General Audiences, 500 words, written as part of SOSH - Guess the Author #71 - "Time Stopped"
There is only one sound that can wake up Crowley from his long nap and that is the sound of Warlock approaching. The last time he fell asleep for so long, he woke up at his own funeral. Apparently Warlock went to look for her and couldn't wake her, and she had forgottten to breathe and make her heart beat.
The Morality of Bathing
And with this ficlet, midway through the month of March, we wrap up @fluffbruary with the prompt “bathtub”! With thanks to the mods for the delightful event; it was such a pleasure to participate.
The Morality of Bathing, rated G, 400 words
Persuading a three-year-old antichrist-to-be who had been industriously occupied in the garden all day long to stop playing, come indoors, and take a (much-needed) bath was, as it turned out, much easier said than done.
Nanny Ashtoreth knelt down so their faces were on a level, waving a rubber duck enticingly in the air. “Come on, hellspawn, it’ll be fun. You like baths, you know you do. Last time you didn’t want to get out when it was bedtime.”
Warlock reached for the duck in her hands. Pleased to see her charge apparently giving way to reason and wiles, Nanny made the naive mistake of letting go of the duck.
Taking the rubber duck, Warlock turned calmly away and proceeded to begin digging a hole in which to bury it.[1]
Well, at least tormenting ducks was a tried-and-true activity for forces of evil to engage in. Nanny Ashtoreth changed tactics. “I’ll put bubbles in the bathtub,” she tempted. “It’ll be just like a boiling sea. You like boiling seas, don’t you?”
Warlock tipped his head, considering.
“We can pretend the water is the blood of your enemies,” Nanny added desperately. “I’ll put food coloring in.”
Warlock tilted his head in the other direction. Thinking through his options. Weighing the benefits of taking a bath now, as compared to staying in the garden and still inevitably getting to take a bath later. It was a complicated decision.
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i wonder if your therapist knows everything about me by HazelSage
Maggie and Nina learn of the existence of the confusing allure of Nanny Ashtoreth.
Nina’s jaw dropped. Maggie got her voice back first. “You were a nanny? A… lewd nanny?!”
“We told you we’ve been women before; not human, no gender, remember?”
“It’s not the gender,” Nina huffed. “It’s the pornographic nanny!”
Teen, 500 words, written as part of SOSH - Guess The Author #68 "Disguise"
i'm coming apart at the seams by HazelSage
Bathroom “out of commission” for the moment, Aziraphale surprises Nanny Ashtoreth in her own so they can both prepare for a day at the Dowling house. If only Aziraphale had known that Nanny prepares for the day in lingerie and is easily tempted by an angel in a bordering on translucent dressing gown.
She pulled back far enough to look Aziraphale fully in the face. She froze, a startled mouse in the gaze of a hungry snake, as Nanny slid a hand up to very carefully cup her cheek, eyes fixed on Aziraphale’s lips.
Her eyes flashed up and the lust there made Aziraphale’s knees quiver. “Any other objections, angel?”
“No,” she whispered, panting as she waited for whatever the predator wanted to do with her.
Explicit, 6.3k words
as long as there’s a light, my shadow’s over you by HazelSage
Aziraphale and Crowley entertain Warlock on Christmas Day and think about the concept of family. That evening, Brother Francis and Nanny Ashtoreth wonder about expanding their own.
Warlock’s snow angel really was pristine, nice crisp edges to the bottom, undisturbed by careless feet disturbing it when standing. Aziraphale’s was much rounder than the others and a bit blurry with his and Warlock’s footsteps. Crowley’s was thin and stark and proper as she was, and Warlock had been entirely correct that the skirt would make for a lovely silhouette.
And looking at the three of them at once, Warlock’s small hollow between the two of theirs, was looking at a perfect little family.
His heart panged with want, confronted with a faint image of what he’d been longing for since almost the moment he’d arrived on the Dowling property.
Explicit, 4.7k words
A Cuddly Toy for an (Almost) Antichrist
Day 17 of @fluffbruary, here we come! Some Dowling Years fluff for the prompt "Plush.”
@totallysilvergirl (if anyone else would like to be tagged when I post a new fic, let me know!)
A Cuddly Toy for an (Almost) Antichrist, rated G, 400 words
Warlock hugs his new toy delightedly. It’s a present from Brother Francis, which makes it special anyway — it’s always exciting to get something from him, especially something that isn’t a book about good little children who love all things great and small — but even if it wasn’t, even if it was just from one of the American relatives he’s never met or one of his parent’s friends, Warlock would still love this gift.
A large stuffed snake, red and black plush, large and soft and absolutely perfect for both playing with and snuggling. He’s already decided he’s going to ask Nanny if he can sleep with it tonight.
There’s an argument going on over Warlock’s head. He pays it no mind; Nanny and Brother Francis always argue with each other, it’s just what they do, and Warlock has gotten good at tuning their back-and-forth out into comforting background noise. Brother Francis and Nanny arguing is a sign that all is right with the world.
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“All the gifts you might have given him,” Nanny Ashtoreth accuses, nearly hissing the words, “anything under the sun, or over it for that matter, and you go and choose this?”
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Monsters Under the Bed
I keep getting sidetracked from posting the prompt fills I wrote last year and never posted, so here’s a fluffy Warlock & Nanny Ashtoreth drabble, written for one of @greenfiredragonfly's Angstember prompts.
Monsters Under the Bed, rated G, 200 words
“Nanny,” Warlock whispers, “I’m scared.”
Seated on the chair beside her charge’s bed, Nanny Ashtoreth tilts her head in question. “What are you scared of?”
“The monsters.”
“Monsters?”
“Under the bed.”
“Oh?”
“At Webecca’s birthday party today she said they live under evewybody’s bed. But you never catch them.”
Nanny Ashtoreth thinks about that. “But you like monsters,” she says after a moment. “Remember?”
“Webecca says monsters are scawy.”
“Rebecca is right. Which is why you like them. Because they are your dark, wicked, loyal minions who will carry out your will and serve your every whim when once you have reduced the world to nothing but ash and suffering to be mercilessly ground under your heels. Isn’t that right, hellspawn?”
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