My amazing redeemed boy.

I thought Kylo was hotter than Ben Solo but this is hotter than hell itself

Could not agree more. Ben Solo has such bad boy good boy deliciousness.

“We are eternally star-crossed, you & I.

But just this once...

Please...

Allow us to meet in the middle.

Allow our fates to intertwine,

even if the results are fatal.

I wish to sip the love from your lips

like the fountain of youth: eternal.”

Maybe then, death will be kind...

Maybe then, death will be gentle.”

Forgotten

Pairing: Crowley x Female Angel!Reader

Word Count: 4350

Requested: Yes; anonymous

Description: Before his fall Crowley had been in love… in love with another angel and that angel was you. Unfortunately, he lost you after the rebellion. Are you really gone or is there a way to get you back?

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Crowley was not your average demon. He had a moral code unlike any other demon in hell, it was what set him apart from all of the others.

Most of the time when he was around other demons, he was playing a very high stakes game of pretend that would end in his destruction if he slipped up for even a second.

Crowley was constantly inflating the truth about how fantastically evil his deeds were but the truth was that Crowley was a horrible demon.

But truth be told before he fell, he hadn’t been the best angel either.

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Speaking to the Stars

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader (Ben Hardy!Roger Taylor x Reader)

Summary: Reader finds Roger smoking outside at 4 am. The conversation between them leads to the point where they remember a dear friend who passed away recently. A decision is made to honor their memory and them.

Wordcount: 1607

Warnings: fluff, ANGST, crying, implied sex, freezing balls jokes lol

A/N: The fic is based a few days before the tribute concert, so get your tissues ladies.

I’m so sorry if there are any mistakes. English is not my first language. I hope you like it!

Special thanks to @rogmeddows for reading snippets from the fic and telling me what you think about it. Love You! 💖

Gif credit goes to owner/maker.

Roger took another drag of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke. He watched as the white gas twitched into several shapes then disappear. He turned his attention to you, still sleeping in the shared bed.

Roger has closed the sliding balcony door so the cold April weather won’t touch your warm body, freezing you. He watched you sleeping, body curled under the duvet, one stripe of your white tank top had fallen to your arm so he could see your collarbone and part of your breast. Roger chuckled breathlessly and took another drag of his cigarette, looking at the stars above.

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Dream You Never Had (Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor Imagine)

summary: In the beginning, dating Roger Taylor was just a perk of your life. You’d spend weeks at a time on your with him, lounging on the couch in the studio, and simply having a good time. But everything changed when the condom broke and you ended up pregnant with twins, leaving him on the road and you at home.

warnings: slight angst, fluff

based off the song “Dream You Never Had” by Thomas Rhett

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“I haven’t seen you in weeks, Roger,” you said softly.

“I know. I know and I’m sorry Y/N. I’m trying to get a couple days off next week so I can fly down for the weekend,” he told you.

Roger ran his fingers through his hair. He truly was trying, but it didn’t excuse the fact that he hadn’t been home in over a month.

“Is that Daddy?” your little girl, Hunter shouted.

“It is honey,” you smiled. “Do you want to talk to him?”

“Oh me too!” your son, Ryder yelled.

“The kids want to talk to you,” you told Roger. He smiled. He missed the kids.

“Put ‘em on then love,” he grinned.

You handed the phone off to your daughter.

“Daddy guess what!”

“What Hunter?”

“Yesterday at school my teacher asked us if we wanted to hear grown up music and she played your song! The whole class thought I was so cool for knowing all the words!”

You sat back on the couch and smiled. Hunter told you this story as soon as you picked her up from school yesterday. She was smiling wider than the earth and couldn’t wait to tell Roger.

“That’s amazing Hunt,” he smiled. “Do you know which one she played?”

“Radio Ga Ga,” she smiled.

You heard Roger laugh through the phone.

“Do you know the story behind the song?” Roger asked.

“No,” she said confused.

“Is Ryder there?” he asked.

“Yeah!” she shouted. “He’s been right next to me the whole time!”

“Alright listen now, both of you,” Roger instructed. Hunter handed you the phone and you put it on speaker, holding in the middle of the three of you.

“We’re all listening, Rog,” you assured.

“Around last year, when me and all the boys came down for you two’s third birthday, I was holding Ryder on my shoulders. Records were playing, but you wanted to watch your shows. Brian tried to get you to listen to some song. You’ve sat in his lap and listened to him point out the different instruments in songs before, but you weren’t having it that day. You were running around shouting “Radio ca ca!” So I went with it. The original song was called Radio Ca Ca, but we changed it to Ga Ga a little later.”

“I wrote a song?” Ryder asked, very enthusiastically.

Roger laughed.

“You sure did buddy!”

“Roger! Let’s go!” you heard Freddie shout. Your smiled quickly faded.

“I got to go, love,” Roger said apologetically.

“I know,” you sighed.

“I’ll try and call you tonight.”

“Okay,” you whispered.

“Bye Daddy!” Hunter sang.

“Bye!” Ryder echoed.

“Bye babes, be good to your mom okay? Don’t fight when it’s time to go to bed.”

“We won’t Dad,” Ryder said.

“I love you!” Roger shouted.

The kids ran off, leaving you alone with the phone.

“I miss you,” you said quietly. Like it was your little secret. “So much.”

“I miss you most Y/N. I can’t sleep without you in my arms.”

You couldn’t either. The bed was cold.

“I hate to go babe but Freddie is losing his shit now. Deaky can only do so much,” he said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Go,” you told him. “I know how you guys can get.”

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you too.”

The click of the dial tone always broke you. You hated that it meant goodbye. You wanted to hang up knowing he was on his way home.

He talked about cutting back. About touring less. Or for shorter time periods. But as time went on, Queen got bigger. Tours got bigger.

Sorry’s got more frequent.

“Momma when is Daddy coming home?” Hunter asked. She crawled into your lap on the couch.

“I don’t know baby,” you said, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

“I miss him.”

“I miss him too Hunt.”

You held her tight, kissing the top of her head.

“You know I think the concert tonight is being aired,” you said.

“What does that mean?”

“It means Daddy’s going to be on TV.”

Hunter beamed.

“I wanna see Daddy!”

You laughed at her quick change in mood.

“Go get your brother.”

That night you let the twins stay up late. You’d quickly regret that tomorrow, but it was worth it to see their smiles every time Roger was shown.

“Look it’s Uncle Deaky!” Ryder pointed.

“And Uncle Freddie! And Uncle Brian!” Hunter said.

“Look at Uncle Deaky dance Mommy,” Ryder laughed.

“You should see him without his bass,” you laughed. “That’s a sight to see.”

You all sat and watched the show on the TV. The kids laughed and clapped and sang along. Pointing out every little thing they noticed.

“This next song is called Radio Ga Ga,” Freddie smiled. “And it’s for a little special someone back home isn’t it Rog?”

The camera zoomed in on Roger in the back.

“That’s right. My lovely Y/N and two perfect kids,” Roger smiled. “Who I know are watching tonight when they should be in bed!”

Freddie laughed.

“Oh let your kids watch Blondie,” Freddie laughed. “Hello Hunter and Ryder!”

“Uncle Deaky loves you!” John piped.

“Uncle Bri loves you more!”

“And we all know I love you all most,” Roger smiled. “So this one’s for you.”

You couldn’t help but cry at the interaction the guys had on stage. You hadn’t even told Roger you’d be watching tonight, but he knew you always did.

The kids didn’t make it through the whole concert without falling asleep. They had snuggled themselves up next to you during Love of My Life and were out by the end of Is This the World We Created.

“Goodnight everybody! God bless you all!” Freddie yelled into the mic as God Save the Queen played. You smiled as the four of them waved and beamed. Freddie placed his crown on Roger, and Roger winked right into the camera. You knew it was for you.

You also knew he’d be calling in less than 10 minutes.

You swooped up Ryder in your arms, carefully setting Hunter’s head on a pillow to replace your leg. You tucked in Ryder before going back to get Hunter. Hunter stirred a little, but not enough to wake up for the rest of then night.

As if on cue, the phone rang the moment you stepped on the last stair.

You dashed to the phone, praying it wouldn’t wake up the twins.

“Hello?”

“At what point did the kids finally fall asleep?” Roger smirked. He knew you too well.

“Love of My Life. What can I say? Brian voter them to death with his guitar playing,” you joked.

“Here that Bri?” Roger shouted. “You bores my kids to sleep!”

You heard the three of them laugh in the background.

“Did you like the show?” he asked.

“Every second of it,” you said quietly. “I always do. I miss seeing it from backstage though.”

“I do too,” Roger said. “I miss running up to kiss you before I change shirts during Brian’s guitar solos. And holding you in my arms and swaying during Love of My Life, softly singing it to you. And swooping you up and spinning you around at the end of every show. I couldn’t do any of this without you. I hope you know that. I would’ve lost my fire long ago without you.”

You held the phone tightly against your ear, wishing Roger was saying these words right next to you instead of thousands of miles away.

“I do,” you whispered. “I miss all that too. So much. Those were the moments that made me know it was you. That I wasn’t just another groupie. You didn’t do that to other girls. Ever. Even in the beginning when we were both with other people, you never greeted a girl like that.”

“It’s always been you,” he said. “Always will be you.”

You couldn’t think of any words to say. You just wanted to be in his arms. So instead, you cried.

“No hey, hey,” Roger soothed. “It’s alright Y/N. Tour ends in two months. I’m coming home for the weekend next week, bringing the boys. They miss you too. And John said he’d baby sit so I can take you out for a special- you know what? Screw it. I can’t wait.”

“What? Roger wait for what?”

“Say you’ll marry me,” he blurted.

“What?!” you shouted. You gasped and waited a second, hoping you didn’t wake the kids. You were clear.

“Marry me. I was going to ask you when we got back but I can’t. We said we weren’t going to get married just because of the kids. We wanted it to feel right. It’s been over three years and everything feels wrong when I’m not with you. So say it. Say you’ll marry me.”

You’re sad tears turned to happy ones.

“Yes,” you beamed. “Yes, a million times yes. I’ll marry you.”

“Y/N Y/L/N-Taylor,” he smiled.

“Absolutely not. Y/N Taylor. To match the kids,” you said.

“Really?”

“Truly. Roger, Hunter, Ryder, and Y/N Taylor.”

“Sounds like a crazy little bunch,” he joked.

“Oh they’re completely bonkers,” you added.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

nightmares & cuddles

Summary: Your little one needs some reassurance after a bad dream

Paring: dad!Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: soft, and pretty short i just love the idea of dad!peter

Peter was just barely crawling through the window when a soft knock is heard at your door. He first looks to you, fast asleep in your shared bed, then his eyes widen as his head snaps toward the doorway. He was still in his latest suit, he hadn’t even got the chance to take his mask off when another knock sounds, this time accompanied by your son’s voice, “Mommy?”

“Uh- She’s asleep bud!” he whisper-shouts to the door, taking off his mask quickly then pressing the spider emblem in the center of his chest. The suit falls from his body as he makes his way toward the door, kicking it under the bed as he shoots a web at a loose pair of sweatpants on the floor. 

“Can I sleep with you, Daddy?” Your son sounds again, an audible quiver spilling from his lips. Peter opens the door softly, sweatpants now on, though he’s void of a shirt. He looks down at his son with a soft smile, scooping him up into his arms.

“Of course you can. What’s wrong, bug?” 

“I had a bad dream,” he whimpers into his father’s shoulder, and Peter’s heart breaks at the sound. 

“What was it about?” He places the boy down gently, careful of you still asleep on the opposite side. 

“Mama took me to the store but I couldn’t find her or you, and I got lost,” he tells, now crawling up on the bed. He lays his head down right next to yours, tracing his little fingers across the side of your face. Peter smiles at the view, but is wary of you waking up. He’s always loved how peaceful you look while your asleep, especially after you became a mom. It’s like all of the stress you face throughout the day is wiped from your mind as you fall asleep, and it couldn’t make him happier. 

“Well, your mama and I are right here aren’t we? And you know that we’ll always keep you safe, don’t you?” 

“Yeah I was just worried,” he sighs, flipping around so that he can watch his dad get ready for bed, “Why didn’t you go to bed, daddy?”

“Oh, I was just distracted by how pretty your mom is,” he comes up with a quick answer, though it’s not a lie, “Let’s get to bed now, shall we?”

“Okay, I love you Daddy,” he mumbles, already trying to fight off the sleep. 

“Goodnight bug,” Peter whispers, wrapping his arms around the both of you and making sure to kiss both of your foreheads, before drifting off. 

Silly Angry Muffin

I have my first job interview tomorrow and I’m actually terrified I’ve never done this before I might cry

“That’s it!” Roger shouted from his place on the drum kit. “I’m sick of the Poxy studio, I’m sick of this poxy band and I’m sick of this poxy drum kit!” He almost screamed and kicked over the crash symbol.

Y/N watched on with horrified eyes as Roger threw his little tantrum, wrecking the drum kit. Thank god they were all protected by thick glass.

Out of the corner of his eye, Freddie watched as Y/N stood up and rushed towards the door. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” He called as he blew out a puff of smoke. “He’s going to fucking wreck the place whether we like it or not, Darling. Why don’t you have a seat until he’s calmed his tits?”

Against her better judgement, Y/N found herself nodding and sat back down next to Brian. All three of the boys turned to her with concern in their eyes, but she continued to watch Roger. “Does he do this a lot, then?” She asked, utterly fearful.

“No, but when it does happen, it’s messy,” said John.

“Roger, we need you to stop destroying the kit. Those things cost money Roger, we won’t buy you another one!” Their assistant said into the microphone as Roger threw his snare drum stand at the floor. She turned to Y/N desperation and beckoned her over. “Look, We’re going to send Y/N in if you don’t stop!”

And Roger didn’t stop. He kept throwing the kit around like a small child- mid tantrum. Their assistant motioned for her to enter the room and Y/N made her way towards the large, thick door. “Good luck!” Brian called before he went back to doing his crossword puzzle.

Y/N entered the room and sucked in a breath. Roger threw one last symbol to the ground and turned to his girlfriend. “You saw all that?” He asked, sounding like small child.

“Yes, Rog. What on earth are you doin’ in here?” She asked in a soft voice and ran over to him. Y/N cradled his head close to her chest and placed a kiss to his temple.

Roger let out a sigh and his red hands fell to her waist. “I don’t like this album,” he mumbled and squished his cheek into her boob. “I just want to go home and see Lex.”

She laced their fingers together and pulled him out of the studio. “Come on, Rog, lets go home.”

Roger kept a hold of her the entire way home. She sat on his lap in the cab and he held onto her hand as he pulled her through their small flat.

Lex was sleeping in her parents bed, her uncle sat next to her, watching the tv. He looked up as they entered the room, got paid by his sister and left the apartment. The small child stirred and Roger strode over to her. “Hey little Lex,” he cooked and held her in his arms.

The let out a little babble and gripped her fathers ear. “What’s up, little lady? Should we go and see mummy?” He gripped her small body and took her through to the kitchen.

“Alexia!” Y/N called as she spotted the child. Roger passed her over to her mother and kiss them both on the forehead. Lex looked down at her fathers hand and grabbed his red finger. “Daddy got really angry today and did something silly. He’s a silly angry muffin,” she giggled.

“Yes, but I’m your silly angry muffin.”

Permanent Taglist//: @lunathepettuna

I’m Happy at Home || part 1

Series Summary: Your husband is one-fourth of the internationally famous band Queen, and it’s just part of your everyday to travel all over and watch their stadium shows from backstage, usually with your little boy in tow. But whatever this world can give to you, your little family is all you’ve ever needed, and you and John are always happy at home.

Part Summary: You’re hanging out backstage with the boys before they go on at their show in Montreal, and your son has all four members of Queen, especially his dad, wrapped around his finger.

Pairings: John Deacon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None!

A/N: What did I tell ya? Here’s the first part of that dad!deaky fic I was telling you about! I think it’s pretty cute, and it’s got lots of fluff and the boys being uncles, and later on there’s lots of cute married fluff with you and Deaky. But fair warning, I wrote all 10k+ words of this as one big thing, not as separate chapters, so now that I’m trying to break it up, some of the chapter breaks are a little sudden and weird, my bad. Also, it’s unbeta-ed, rip. I hope you like it!

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Crowley X Reader imagine

Imagine Crowley singing the “Go to sleep and dream of pain/Doom and darkness, blood and brains/Sleep so sweet, my darling boy/You will rule when Earth’s destroyed” lullaby to you and Crowley’s baby.

Anger Comes In Many Forms (Aziraphale x fem!Reader)

Characters: Reader (Female), Aziraphale

Requested: Yes

Requested by: @walrusgoddess​

Point of View: Third person omniscient

Warnings: Cussing, violence (not a lot), and soft bean Az, and ALMOST NO EDITING

Words:  2379

A/N: OKAY LISTEN, so I had something planned out w/ the reader and Az coming back from the shop from lunch and being harassed (and the reader of course sticking up for Az), but then I had the most wonderful idea of her just fucking decking Gabriel and had to write it. I hope this fits your idea hun!

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PDA Headcanons for Crowley & Aziraphale (gender-neutral reader)

Crowley:

Aziraphale:

A Little Spring Preening (Aziraphale x Reader)

Characters: Reader, Aziraphale

Requested: Yes

Requested by: @ladychraelix

Point of View: Second Person

Warnings: None other than minimal editing, and the fact that I know NOTHING about how preening actually works XD

Words: 944

A/N: I feel like the ending might be a bit rushed, so sorry about that! But please enjoy!!!

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About Time (Crowley x Angel! Reader)

For @adela-topaz-caelon, wow this became super long I’m so sorry about that

“Good Morning Aziraphale!” You threw open the doors of your favorite bookshop in all of London. It was the first Friday after the world had not ended and you were on an emotional rollercoaster.

“Good morning, (Y/n)!” Aziraphale opened his arms for you as you ran into them. “Where have you been? I thought you were still upstairs in bed.”

“Nope,” you pushed him playfully as he let you go. “There’s a whole world to see, Zira. You can’t expect me to sleep in every day.”

“… You went out to breakfast with Crowley again, didn’t you?”

“How did you-?!” You soon around and looked at him in disbelief.

“I’m your father, dear, I always know,” he smiled. 

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like-! Like you know what’s going on in my head!”

“Why, my dear,” he laughed, “I do know what’s going on in your head.”

“No, you don’t!”

“Suit yourself.”

“…Do you have any biscuits and tea left for me?”

“Of course.”

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Being an angel was no fun. 

There were so many rules that you kept forgetting. It wasn’t that you were trying to go against the Almighty, you just made a lot of stupid mistakes.

It had started with asking the wrong questions and it ended when you accidentally went against the Great Plan.

. 

.

“Oh, I wasn’t supposed to save the children?” Gabriel shook his head and sighed. This had been your 7th mishap that year and you knew that he already had no patience for you.

“No (Y/n), you weren’t. They were supposed to die.”

“But, but they’re just kids!”

“Kids who are supposed to be dead!” He shouted. “Look, I hate to do this but you really leave us no choice.”

“No, wait, please. I’ll, I’ll try harder Gabriel, really!”

“Don’t bother,” he gave you a curt smile. “You’re done.”

“What?” You blinked and he was gone. Even the children were taken from you. “W-wait! Gabriel! I, I can change! I can be better! I promise!” Sobs escaped your lips. “I promise.”

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It was hours, maybe days, later when Aziraphale found you hidden in the hull of Noah’s Arc.

“(Y/n)?" 

You looked up at him slowly, tears still full in your eyes. His form was blurry but you’d recognize his voice anywhere. He was one of the few angels who were kind to you despite your flaws.

"Oh, Aziraphale!” You began to sob all the louder. 

“What ever is the matter?” He rushed over to your side. You couldn’t speak, tears choked out your words. All you could do was cry into his shoulder as he cradled you in his arms. “Shh, shh, shhh. It’s alright.”

“They, they said,” you hiccuped as you tried to explain. “Gabriel said I, I can’t go back. I’ve been fired.”

“You’ve fallen?” Aziraphale looked at you concerned.

“Oh, uh,” you wiped your face and blew your nose in a cloth Aziraphale had miracled for you, “no. I, I didn’t.”

“But you’re not allowed back into Heaven?" 

"Gabriel seemed very clear on that.”

“So, if you’re not an angel but not a demon, what are you?”

“I,” you paused, “I don’t know.”

“Well,” Aziraphale sighed and gave you a gentle smile, “why don’t you come with me?”

“Where? Where could I possibly go?”

“Just come.”

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Aziraphale took care of you like a father would their own child. He hid you from Heavens glare and Hell’s grasp as the years passed. You loved him very dearly and he loved you. In time you actually began to just refer to him as your father, it made things much easier with the neighbors.

But when it came to the affairs of your heart, there was only ever one man who you loved in that way.

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.

It was a time of sadness and heartbreak when you first met him. You recall having been collapsed on the ground, weeping when he slunk up behind Aziraphale. 

“Come to smirk at the poor bugger, have you?” 

“Smirk? Me?” You heard Aziraphale say in shock, you didn’t bother to turn and look at who it was he was speaking to. You were too heartbroken at the sight of the man before you to care for some jerk behind you. “Well, your lot put him on there. I’m not consulted on policy decisions, Crawley.”

“Oh, I’ve changed it.”

“Changed what?”

“My name. Crawl-y just wasn’t doing it for me. It’s a bit too… squirming-at-your-feet-ish.”

“Well, you were a snake.”’ It was that statement that pulled you out of your sobs. Turning your head up, you gazed at the man standing above you. His eyes were the first thing you noticed, they definitely resembled those of a snake. His hair was as red as fire itself and was just as untamable. As you admired him you noticed his choice in fashion, the robes were more favored by women than men but he wore it well.

“Can I help you?” He glared down at you. “This is a private conversation, go back to your weeping.”

Aziraphale looked at you with worry but you lightly shook your head letting him know that you were unhurt by his words.

“My apologies, woman,” you bat your eyelashes innocently, “I meant not to intrude upon you or husband.”

“Woman!” He hissed.

“I’m so very sorry,” Aziraphale immediately apologized for you. “This is my, um, well this is (Y/n).”

“I believe you were just about to say your name?” You prompted him along.

“Crowley,” he sighed. “It’s Crowley.”

“Did you know him?” You turned your attention back to Jesus as he stood, pinned to the cross. 

“Yes, seemed a very bright young man. I showed him all the kingdoms of the world.”

“Why?” Aziraphale asked.

“He’s a carpenter from Galilee. His travel opportunities were limited… What was it he said that got everyone so upset?”

“Be kind to one another,” you whispered. “And love thy neighbor as thyself.”

“Oh yeah. That’ll do it.”

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“Who’s your friend?" 

Aziraphale and you had been out for a stroll in Rome the night that your paths crossed over again.

"Crawley!” Aziraphale’s face lit up as you both turned towards him.

“Crowley,” the man corrected him. “What’re you doing here, Aziraphale?”

“I had business.”

“And the food here is divine,” you paused, “well, no, but it is very good.”

“It’s you?” Crowley stepped towards you, having recognizing you upon hearing the sound of your voice.

“It’s me,” you held out your hand which he took in his and brought to his lips, giving it a brief kiss. 

“Not to be rude, but how’re you-?”

“Still alive? I could ask you the same thing.”

"Do you believe in demons?” Crowley smirked.

“I suppose I’d have to… sir, are you suggesting that you are of Hell?”

“What if I were?”

“Then I’d have to call you an idiot,” Aziraphale scolded the both of you. “We are out in the open! You can’t go saying things like that here.”

“There’s no one else around,” Crowley defended himself. “Is it, perhaps, that you are jealous?”

“Jealous!” Aziraphale gasped. “I would never!”

“Zira has been like a father to me for the last, oh what’s it been? A century or so?”

“What are you?” Crowley readjusted the new pair of spectacles on his face.

“Best not to ask,” Aziraphale gave him a warning look.

“I must know.”

“I’ll tell you one day.” Crowley looked disappointed at your words but respected your privacy and backed off.

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You didn’t see him again until well into the Medieval period. Aziraphale was busy spreading peace and prosperity as the White Knight of the round table, so you stayed in your humble cottage hidden in the forest for most of your days.

It didn’t bother you much though, you liked to have time alone. It gave you the opportunity to paint, write and practice song. Of course, Aziraphale always encouraged you to do whatever it was your heart desired but you preferred to do these things in private for you were easily embarrassed.

“Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly,

Lavender’s green

When you are king, dilly dilly,

I shall be queen.” Your voice drifted across the forest floor, unknown to you, catching the attention of a certain demon knight.

“Who told you so, dilly dilly,

Who told you so?” You peered out the window to look for the source of the singing drifting back towards you.“’Twas my own heart, dilly dilly,

That told me so.”

“Sir, I pray that thee might reveal thyself to me,” you called out as a figure in all black armor approached you.

“And if I do, what will the lady give me in return?”

“How about she does not tell her father of this unwarranted visit?” You leaned out the window and knocked lightly on his helmet.

“That’s fair,” he lifted his visor to reveal a familiar set of golden eyes.

“Crowley,” you let your hand fall into his, “I do believe you are the Black Knight that poor Aziraphale just left to confront.”

“Perhaps,” he placed a kiss to your knuckles. “That was a lovely song you just sang. I had no idea your voice was so sweet.”

“Sweet? No, no, it was your voice that was so sweet.”

“You do me too kind with your words.”

“I do no such thing,” you hummed, “you deserve all the praise that I can give.”

“Then please, give away.”

“Alright,” you scrunched your nose in thought, “you have a lovely voice, as I’ve said, and your eyes are like no other men. Your smile could very well convince King Arthur himself to do your will and you’ve always been very kind to me.”

“Well, that is high praise coming from you,” his eyes sparkled as the forest light filtered through the trees.

“You’d better be going,” you smiled sadly. “If Aziraphale doesn’t meet with you like you promised, he might just come back here.”

“Let him come here and then I would still fulfill my promise.”

“Crowley, you know better than I how he can get when stood up.”

“How would I know better than you?”

“Why, you’ve known him longer than I, have you not?”

“Yes, but you’ve known him better than I.”

“He’s not a very hard man to follow though, now is he?”

“No, I suppose not.”

“Now go with haste,” you closed his visor with a tsk. “Or else a father’s fury will besiege you.”

“I will go now, Lady (Y/n), but I look forward to our next meeting.” He bowed.

“Do not be quite as long this time, I beg you.”

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“How did your meeting with the Black Knight go?” You asked Aziraphale as he huffed back into the cottage that night.

“Would you believe that that fiend was none other than Crowley?!” He slammed his helmet on the table.

“I wouldn’t!” You faked a gasp. “What a surprise.”

“Indeed,” he pouted as you helped him out of his armor. “Of course it had to be him ruining all of my good deeds.”

“Well, I suppose it better him than some poor mortal that he manipulated.”

“I suppose,” Aziraphale gave you a sideways look. You paid no mind to it though, he couldn’t possibly have known what you’d done that day.

.

.

“Father,” you grabbed Aziraphale’s arm, “I hate to intrude but could I perhaps go to the theater with you?”

Aziraphale awkwardly looked around the street you were standing in, hoping no one was watching the pair of you.

“I don’t know, I’m supposed to be meeting, uh, someone and I don’t want to bore you-”

“Please,” you begged. You knew he could never say no to you.

“…Oh, alright. Hurry up.” He linked your arm with his and escorted you towards the Globe Theater.

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“I thought you said we’d be inconspicuous here. Blend in with the crowds,” Crowley emerged from behind you. “And I thought you said you’d come alone.”

“Do you detest my company so,” you kept your face neutral but you hid a smile in your eyes.

“On the contrary, (Y/n),” he smiled, “I’m only afraid I won’t be able to keep my eyes anywhere but on you.”

“Crowley,” Aziraphale placed a hand on his arm to regain his attention. “A word?”

“Right,” he shook his head. “I’ll be back.”

“I certainly hope so,” you watched as they walked to a corner to talk.

You stayed where you were, listening to Hamlet and his tale. The actor was mediocre but the words were of a beauty you hadn’t heard before.

“Good lady, I have to ask,” as you stood alone, you were approached by none other than Shakespeare himself. “Those gentlemen you are with, are they your brothers? Or surely they cannot be your husbands.”

“One is my father and the other… I do not know.”

“Are you not married?" 

"No sir, I am not even engaged." 

"How can this be? A woman of your beauty, unmarried?” He said the words as though he was shocked but on his face was a smile. “That is a true tragedy.”

“I disagree, sir, for it only means I have yet to meet the right husband.”

“I don’t suppose I could persuade you to join me for dinner then?”

“I’d have to speak to my father.”

“I see,” he nodded. “Very well, I will await your answer.”

“In good time, sir,” you smiled politely as he awkwardly shambled off back to directing his play.

“What was that about?” Crowley said, suddenly appearing at your elbow.

“Another stupid man trying to win my hand,” you sighed. “Men of Adam never seem to give up their interest in me.”

“And you?" 

"I have no interest in them, they’re meant to coexist with their own kind. I would do a man ill to be his wife.”

“You still have yet to tell me what you are.”

“And you still have yet to learn patience,” you patted his arm.

“I will wait another 12 centuries if I must,” he smirked. “My business with the angel is done for today, would you care to join me on a walk?”

You thought about it for a moment and looked around to see that Aziraphale had left you alone. This happened more often than you wanted to admit, usually, it had something to do with food. You shook your head and sighed,

“Only if this walk leads to my home,” you accepted his arm. “I fear I won’t make it much further than that.”

“As you wish, my lady.”

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.

“Could I trouble you for a light?” You stopped the man walking past you on the street.

“Yeah, I suppose,” he pulled out a lighter and lit the cigarette in your mouth. “Hold on a second, I know these lips.”

“And I know that voice,” you smiled. “What’re you doing here, Crowley?”

It was the height of Hitler’s reign so naturally, you and Aziraphale had been sent to Germany to try and remove as much evil as was divinely possible. Aziraphale had taken it upon himself to try and go for the Nazi clan directly. You, on the other hand, focused more on helping families in need of rescue or escape.

“Oh, you know, demon things,” he swayed on his feet. “What’re you doing outside a church?”

“Aziraphale’s gone inside. He told me it was too dangerous to go with him, something about books or Nazis-”

“Nazis?!” Crowley ripped his glasses off to glare at you condescendingly. “He’s with Nazis and you thought it was a good idea to wait outside?!”

“He told me to stay out here.”

“Oh, and you do everything he tells you, huh?”

“Almost everything.”

“Almost?”

“Well, I’m talking to you aren’t I?” You took a long drag on your cigarette. “That’s the one thing he can never seem to stop me from doing.”

“I’m glad,” he winked and put his glasses back on. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

“Where are you going?”

“To save that poor excuse of an angel.”

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For the next hundred years or so, you continued this dance with Crowley. Always taunting and passing one another by. The both of you thought that you were quite sneaky, of course, but Aziraphale knew everything. He simply chose to remain silent in the hopes that the two of you might come together on your own.

But after Armageddon, nothing had yet happened. Aziraphale began to grow impatient. So he decided to take matters into his own hands.

.

“You know, it’s a shame you and Crowley didn’t get to spend all that much time together before the end of the world and all.”

“Yes, such a shame,” you lied through your teeth. Aziraphale had set up the tea in the back for you so you sat with him like always and tried not to give anything away with your face.

“I can only imagine what the two of you might have become had you only spoke more.”

“…What’re you saying, Zira?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, my dear.” Aziraphale took a long, slow sip of his tea. “I just always thought you two fancied each other.”

“Fancied?” You laughed. “No one’s said that in 2 thousand years.”

“You’re not denying it.”

“Zira, you know me better than anyone, I can’t lie to you.”

“Don’t,” he waved away your words, “don’t lie about lying. Just makes you look stupid.”

“Zira-?”

“I know that you’ve been seeing him… It’s so infuriating.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Oh, not you, my dear. You and Crowley are infuriating.”

“What?”

“You’re in love! Please stop acting like you’re not, it’s very stupid and the world has already been saved so do us all a favor and go talk to him!”

“…Well then,” you stood up and brushed yourself off, “if you’re going to be that way… Maybe I will.”

“Good, now call me when you’re finished. I want to hear how it all goes down.”

“You’re so nosy, you know that?” You rolled your eyes but left with a smile.

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.

“Crowley!” You let yourself into his flat with the key he’d given you. “I’m ready!’

"Ready? Ready for what?” He walked out of the bathroom, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and dressed in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts.

“To tell you what I am.”

“What, now?” He looked at you confused.

“Yes now,” you tapped your foot impatiently. “Well, after you go get dressed.”

“Alright, alright,” he rubbed the back of his neck and shuffled off to his bedroom.

While he was off getting decent, you sat impatiently on his throne. When he came back, he leaned against the table in front of you with a playful smirk tugging at his lips. You motioned for him to sit on the ground in front of you, he rolled his eyes but did as you commanded. You took his hands in your own and began your story.

“Once upon a time-”

“Once upon a time?” He snickered. “I’m sorry, but you’re starting your big secret story with ’Once upon a time’?!”

“Yes,” you gave him a glare that could have killed mortal men. “Now hush, do you want to hear or not?”

“I do, I do.”

“Okay then, Once upon a time I was an angel. A very bad one at that, but I tried my best. You see, as a former angel, you know how many pointless rules there are to follow and, as my friend, you know how empty-headed and forgetful I can be… So I was on bad terms with Heaven already by the time of the great flood. I had been on Earth at the time, helping a child with their parents’ death when the rains started. I, I assumed my duty was to the child. I protected them and their brothers and sisters from the Lord’s wrath. We hid among the animals on the Arc… Not more than a few hours had passed though when Gabriel came to me. He said… he said I was unfit to be an angel and that I had gone against God for the last time… He said I was never to return to Heaven or else I would be put to death.”

“For saving children?” Crowley’s face contorted with rage.

“Yes,” you sighed and rubbed your thumbs over the back of his hands. 

“So… you’re a demon then?”

“No,” you shook your head.

“But you fell, didn’t you?”

“That’s the strange thing, I’m not quite an angel anymore but I’m not a demon… I’m just, me.”

“Well, that certainly explains a lot.”

“I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

“I’m just glad you did.”

There was a moment of comfortable silence as the two of you just stared into one another’s eyes. Your heart didn’t skip a beat, nor did you feel sick, because you were so certain in your love for the man sitting in front of you that any sign of uneasiness had left you centuries ago. 

“(Y/n)?" 

"Crowley?”

“I, uh, was wondering if-”

“Yes?” You leaned down so that your faces were only inches apart.

“I was wondering if… you would like to join me for dinner?”

“Of course, always.”

“Um, actually, I was hoping that it could be sort of like a, well, like a date?” A smile spread it’s way across your face so infectiously that Crowley caught it as well.

“Zira was right, we are infuriating.”

Carefully, you took up his lips against your own. You felt him immediately melt into you, as though he had been waiting for you to do so all these years. He crawled into your lap, straddling your hips and securely placed his arms on your back to deepen the kiss. Your hands somehow ended up around his neck, lightly finger-combing his hair.

Given that both of you were not human, the kiss felt like it had and very well could have been hours. When he finally pulled away, he stared down at you with nothing but pure love in his eyes. 

“I can’t even begin to tell you how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

“And I can’t believe how long it’s taken,” you laughed. “I was so sure that you’d make the first move after Shakespeare that I’ve been waiting since.”

“No, no, that’s not really my style. Too much uncertainty and I would have hated to make a fool of myself.”

“Well, you don’t need my help for that.”

“… God, I love you.”

“ And by Satan, I love you,” you both giggled. “How about you bring dinner back here and we stay here tonight?”

“Perfect,” he smirked. “You’re perfect.”

“I know, darling. Now, I’m in the mood for crepes.”

“Of course you are,” you placed a quick kiss to his lips.

“Please?”

“Alright, I’m going,” he got off of you and grabbed a pair of glasses from the table. “Don’t you go nowhere.”

“Where else could I possibly want to go?" 

He gave you one last smile because dashing out the door. You quickly fumbled for your phone.

"Aziraphale, you’re never going to believe what just happened!”

“Oh, my dear, I’m sure I will but go ahead.”

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Here We Go Again (Crowley x short!Fem!Reader)

Characters: Crowley, Fem!Reader, Hastur, Aziraphale.

Requested: Yes

Requested by: @throw-some-music-my-way

Point of View:  Second Person

Warnings: None?

Words: 2060

A/N: Okay tbh I’m not very confident in this one? I feel like it may stray a bit too far from the prompt but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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A Mission Gone Wrong

I DID IT!!! I FINALLY DID IT!!!!!!!!!!

“”””Hey i was wondering if you could do a data x reader inly if you have time, i loved your other fics!!! If you could do one where he only realises he loves her after she gets kidnapped and tortured but then disobeys orders to save her. Please make it a happy ending Only if you want though  Once again I absolutely loved your fics i keep rereading them Thanks””

Oh my god???? An actual submission??????????????? EEEE!! Sorry if you sent this like…a longass time ago, Ruby. It took me a while to find it, and then obviously a long time to write it. I hope it was worth it! 

ANYWAYS. Data x Fem!reader (I hope the fem is ok. It said “her” in the request. I can change it if you’d like.) 

Gonna put a warning here:  Gonna get graphic up in here.  Like super graphic. Like, it’s a torture story m’dudes. There’s gonna be blood and pain. It’s also 9k words long sooooo. 

The mission had started out so promising. A simple scan-and-sample mission, common place. Scans had shown no intelligent lifeforms or budding civilizations to get in the way, no threats in the surrounding system. In fact, it was meant to be so easy an assignment that half the crew of the Enterprise was taking shore leave on a rather large satellite—a class M planetoid with miles of beaches, warm, sunny weather, and a naturally occurring spring of alcohol. If Picard hadn’t granted the shore leave, you suspected the crew may have mutinied.

It worked out well, in the end. The planet offered some unusual resources, materials never before studied by Starfleet. Of course, Data had jumped at the opportunity to study them. Through your engineering expertise (Riker had once referred to you as a “grease monkey,”) you’d made friends with Geordi and subsequently Data, so when you heard he had elected to go on this mission you volunteered as well. You have a background in geology and xenobotany from growing up on your agrarian home planet, and Picard agreed this knowledge could prove useful. (You suspected Data had also personally appealed to him on your behalf.) In addition to your team were a young, bright eyed lieutenant well versed in xenobiology, and three standard security personnel, though nobody really expected them to be of any use to you. To say you were excited to have this time with Data would be an understatement. Three years is a long time to form a friendship, and if you were honest with yourself, he’d been more than a friend to you for quite a significant portion of that time. Part of you had hoped, however foolishly, that when he got his emotion chip that he might reciprocate your feelings, but unfortunately it seemed you would not have the honor of being Data’s first love. It was difficult to push past, but at least you now knew he actually enjoyed your company. Since his emotion chip had been put in, the friendship between the two of you had only grown stronger, if not deeper.

It was going smoothly, the scans promising, the samples ready for study. The planet itself was lovely—a woodland type environment with a plethora of large, beautiful flowers, vines, even the trees were pretty. The sun shone down through the canopy of the trees in such a way that it almost felt like twilight, despite the sun never setting. It was a little hard to focus on the task at hand in such a beautiful place, but Data’s enthusiasm for the discoveries at hand were enough to keep you working.

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