#go!crowley

[acrownforaking]

honestly what kills me the most about ineffable husbands in this particular moment is that aziraphale looks at crowley like he hung the stars and crowley literally fucking did

[the-sprog]

I woke up at 2am in a cold sweat and I spent more time than I'm willing to admit making this:

No, I don't have an explanation.

[loony-lupus]

Imagine: Doppelgänger

GO!Crowley x fem!Reader

Warning: lots of mistakes, read with caution.  x_x 

Beta: @katmor4lockwood-co​

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I hope I didn’t take too long.”

These polite words were uttered by a young dark-haired man named Dan. He pronounced them standing near a shabby park bench, on which a young girl was sitting on, burying herself in her phone. His colleague, his acquaintance, if he’s lucky – his friend, and if an unearthly miracle happened - his future girlfriend - Y/N.

But the deep sullenness like a lead cloud crept across Y/N's face, as soon as Dan used his voice, rudely shook his hopes.

She raised her stern gaze and, like a heavy stone, laid it on his soul.

“Ten minutes,” the girl snorted. “Seriously?”

Wounded boy pursed his lips and his eyes began to hide bashfully from her gaze, turning his attention either to the bench, or to the crumpled grass, or to his feet in stylish boots.

In truth, he did not know what to answer. This morning Y/N seemed very cheerful to him, couldn’t the phone distort the mood in her voice?

“I’m very sorry ...” Dan muttered, and with a trembling hand drew work documents from his clean briefcase. “I ... I brought what you requested!”

Without further ado, the girl accepted the transmission, sucked air into her lungs and immediately wrinkled.

“Cigarettes stench. You’re a smoker?” The reproach in these words could not be heard only by the deaf.

Dan, bruised and embarrassed once more, raised his eyebrows.

“Well, yes, you, you saw me in the smoking room, didn’t you?..”

And again, instead of words, he received a meaningful contemptuous look and that lead cloud that swirled in her eyes finally swam across his heart.

Perhaps if Danny’s brains were not drowning in his overwhelming feelings of shame, resentment and deep sadness, he would have thought carefully about Y/N odd demeanor. She was never rude to him. Never slipped into frustration because of a bad mood. Just generally she never acted like that, even in a bad mood.

“Hey, are you all right?” Dan finally decided to give out his weak voice. He reached for her shoulder, but with a flaming glance alone she slapped him on the arm.

“Yes, yes, everything is fine,” the girl muttered, trying to fold those poor papers and stuff them under her jacket.

“Listen, maybe ... I messed up. Can I make amends for being late? We could…”

These were the last bits of courage left in him. The most desperate bits, one might say, and nonetheless ...

“No,” Y/N cut him off firmly. “Papers, work, things-to-do and such. Bye.”

An indifferent tone and a crooked smile made this refusal even more painful. Dan, who had just been dismissed as an annoying midge, had no choice but to swallow his shame, nod understandably, mumble quiet "bye" and shuffle away with his head down. The girl gazed intently at him until he disappeared behind still green trees.

If Dan had not been so frustrated, he would have known that he was only two minutes late, not ten.

Dan is a nice guy. Meets all beauty standards. Manners rare in modern society are present in him. He’s young and fresh. Also - his stuff is cool and fashionable. That's exactly why…

“What. The. Hell. Is. This.”

A voice so dear to a heart was heard almost in the very ear, forcing the girl to jump and turn around with a surprised sigh, just to find another girl next to her. A girl with the same features.

You imperceptibly crept up to your target and sat on the edge of the bench next to her. Now you were strictly examining her, wondering if you had any twins separated from you from birth. That is nonsense, however. Of course not.

Your twin swallowed loud curse and squirmed on the bench.

“You're late,” she muttered.

Your sweaty face frowned.

“Yes. This is because some kind of delinquent hid my keys in the freezer. I wonder who could that be?” Your tongue dripped with poisonous sarcasm and your conversationalist had no other choice but to avoid the trap of your sharp gaze.

“Maybe you yourself stuffed them there,” she suggested carefully.

“Not funny, Crowley. We actually had business meeting!”

“Bah! I know!” responded annoyed demon in your disguise. “I just… decided to save your time! Going to hell knows where because of a stupid papers - as if there was no other way to get this junk”

Crowley pulled said junk out from his jacket, and you abruptly grabbed it from his mischievous hands.

“Save my time. How nice of you.” You snorted, forcing the demon to wince at his own phrase. “Now, if you be so kind, show your face. This is somewhat ... uncomfortable”

With a deep sigh, the demon looked around, and, not finding any unwanted witnesses, fulfilled your request. After a couple of seconds, almost all metamorphoses ended, and when his red hair curled in the right position, he defiantly leaned back in the bench and lazily sprawled on it, accompanying this whole action with a certain gesture, also known as - voila!

You nodded approvingly, but the tension in your gaze hardly died out.

“Well, what should I expect now? Police? Witchfinders? Will Dan even talk to me at all?”

“How do I know? He’s your pal, not mine.”

Oh, this gaze of yours - you seemed to have superpowers to look through his dark glasses directly into the eyes hidden behind them. Crowley could not stand it.

Nodding briefly in reply, you jumped to your feet and with a firm step headed away with all your papers.

Annoyed and confused, you started building up a plan in your head on how to best explain everything to Dan, even without information what the fake "you" had managed to tell him.

Crowley ran after you and chattered some excuses. He surely knows how to chat, pity the chat is always empty.

Instead of being stupidly jealous, he could’ve just confess to you at last. You don't doing all that babysitting with his skittish feelings for nothing, don't you?..

[myshiptrashcan]

I wrote a little story from the comic I saw on Instagram where Crowley pranks Aziraphale with snake eggs.....I got carried away. (A post of a post of post. How funny.)

Snek babies

Oh it was such devilish fun. What a fantastic idea truly. Crowley really had to pat himself on the back for this one. and after all it was just a bit of harmless fun between friends. Surely Aziraphale wouldn't get mad at him after all this.

Crowley had gotten the idea while on a little stroll around town. He had past a pet shop.

He giggled almost maniacally and he approached the Angel's bookshop.

Stepping inside he rushed at the angel.

"Hell's called. Take care of our children till I get back!" He proclaimed handing Aziraphale a glass box filled with snake eggs before rushing off again.

If had stayed any longer he would have laughed for sure.

........

Aziraphale had been dusting a few books when Crowley barged in. It really was too fast to take any of it all in.

Hell called? Our children? The box of snake eggs he now held in his hands.

"What on Earth is going on?" He asked himself looking down at the 7 eggs.

He'd have to ask about it once Crowley returned, for now he'd do all he can to watch over these helpless creatures. Their children or not.

Aziraphale paced about the room, having miracled a better environment for the eggs his questions continued to pester him.

If what Crowley said was true, that these seven eggs were their children then what did that make them? Aziraphale wasn't even sure if Angels and Demons could have children, being sexless and all.

Not only that but they were just friends. sure there was something between them but with that something being unspoken Aziraphale had to assume that friends was all they were.

These eggs were due to hatch any day now as well. How long was Crowley keeping this secret from him, and why? Was Crowley afraid Aziraphale would be angry with him? Oh he wished that wasn't the case.

If somehow these were their children then Aziraphale would love his new family with all of him.

It was in his pacing that he noticed the eggs start to wiggle about. Oh Lord they were hatching!!!!

'What should I do?! Crowley isn't back yet!!! He should be here for this! Oh!' Aziraphale panicked.

Quickly he miracled a photo of Crowley and wrote the word 'Dad' on it. That would have to do for now.

Slowly the first egg started to hatch and right before Aziraphale's eyes a beautiful white ball python with brilliant blue eyes poked her little snoot out.

Each and every one of them were like their siblings. Completely white with blue eyes. Dare Aziraphale think, his blue eyes. But why snakes? Of all things, their children were brought into this world as snakes? Maybe when they got older they could change into a human form.

That got Aziraphale thinking. Were their children demons or angels? Would they have wings?

Aziraphale held each of them in his hand and he desperately wanted to name them, however with Crowley absent from their birth Aziraphale was certain he wouldn't want to miss out on any more.

.......

Crowley had to keep himself busy for quite some time. Eager to check back in with the Angel.

After an hour or two Crowley thought it was about due time to visit his dearest Angel and 'children'.

Sauntering into the book shop once more he announced loudly.

"Hey! I'm back!" And his jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

"Ah yes, well you see, they hatched, and I didn't terribly want to name them while you weren't here, as it's something parents should both be present for, and-" Aziraphale rambled as he knitted a pink sweater for one of the snakes.

This. This was not what Crowley had been expecting. It was all so sweet. Of course Aziraphale would take him seriously. Of course the eggs would hatch and he'd want to name each and every one of them. Of course he'd go the extra mile. It really was all too much for the demon to handle.

"Crowley. Crowley, dear, are you crying?!"

"I'm sorry Angel."

"Sorry for what dear?" And Crowley just shook his head.

"For what? For not telling me? My dear boy, if that's the problem then I'm the one who should apologize. I never wanted you to feel like you couldn't talk to me. Especially about something as serious and wonderful as this."

"Angel."

" I do say it was rather sudden on my end but I think Parenthood will be a marvelous adventure"

"Angel."

"No doubt it'll have it's struggles but with you by my side I'm sure we can get through anything."

"AZIRAPHALE!" and Aziraphale cut himself off in a squeak.

"Yes dear?"

"It was just supposed to be a little joke. All this. If I had known you'd...." He took a breath and pinched his nose.

"They're just snakes." Crowley shut his eyes tight and waited for Aziraphale to go off on him.

Rather what he got after a few moments of silence was quite heavenly.

Aziraphale had gone into a fit of laughter. Tears falling from his eyes and hands grabbing his sides, he laughed.

"You aren't cross with me?" Crowley raised a brow behind dark glasses when Aziraphale finally calmed.

"Not in the least darling. I must admit you had me quite worried."

"Hows that?"

"That you were hiding something like this because you were afraid of me. Not to mention how baffled I was when you said they were OUR children." He slapped his hands on his knees leaning forward.

"But you left so quickly I had no time to ask. I simply had to take your word."

"They do look quite beautiful don't they " Crowley stood close finally admiring the snakes.

"Did you do that?" He pointed to the picture of himself with Dad written on it.

"They were hatching and you weren't here. I thought they should know who their father was."

"Funny really. They kinda look like you."

"How do you figure that?"

"Oh the white. The blue eyes." Crowley waved a hand around.

"I had quite thought so too."

"So you really thought these were our children?"

"Oh I don't know. If they were and I didn't believe it how horrible do you think that'd be? If I'm being completely honest I wasn't sure. Despite how impossible it all seemed-"

"The almighty works in mysterious ways. It's not the first time." And Aziraphale nodded.

The room grew quite.

"You would have raised them with me, as a family together?" Crowley spoke out softly.

"But of course!" He tried hard not to sound offended.

"You told me they were our children, so I'll be there."

Crowley blushed only slightly as he turned his face to look at the snakes again. He had noticed when Aziraphale called him Dear and darling.

" You'd be with me? " He almost whispered and Aziraphale stammered.

"I suppose I would have."

"Will you still? Even without the made up children?" Crowley's heart hammered in his chest.

"Of course dear. Even to the end of the world."

"That's already happened that."

"Oh hush."

And the two smiled at each other. It was such a relief to know that yes, there was indeed something more than friendship between them. That they truly belonged to each other.

"So." Crowley clapped his hands together. "What do you want to do with this lot?"

"I'd like to name them, Love."

"You wanna keep them?" He turned to look at the angel

"I have grown rather attached to them." He looked off sheepishly the snake on his shoulder giving him a small kiss.

"You think they'll be alright here in the bookshop?"

"Oh I don't see why not. And besides, they'll help scare away the costumers."

Crowley and Aziraphale were not parents to 7 hybrid children of their own, but they were in a way, parents to seven beautiful snakes.

They had grown rather large at this point. Draped over shelves and pillers of the shop. Crowley from time to time joining them as the stark black serpent that he was.

And for a long while. As long as their snake lives could take them. It was all quite lovely.

[theveryinsignificantpotato]

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[gemlighter]

i present a pile of doodles and tooth gap crowleys. who let this boy think he’s cool

[acrownforaking]

You know what's great about all this? I don't care what happens in season two!! It can be six hours of Crowley and Aziraphale doing exactly jackshit!! Who gives a fuck!! The gays are back babey!!!!!

[acrownforaking]

me before good omens aired: haha all the new fans are gonna thirst over crowley aren't they

new fans: michael sheen raw me

me: oh

new fans, looking softly at crowley: him snek 🐍