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ao3feed-crowley · 2 hours ago
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by Doll-Sized Ficlets (IneffableDoll)
They walked home. Home was, of course, the bookshop. Neither needed to specify it. It was a given, that they would go together, that they would go home, and home was the bookshop. So, to the bookshop.
Words: 600, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: Gen
Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)
Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: Asexual Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Ambiguous Aziraphale and Crowley Relationship (Good Omens), Friendship, Post-Canon, Poetic, musings on home, Fluff, Ficlet, Hugs, metapohrrrsssssssss, He/Him Pronouns For Aziraphale (Good Omens), He/Him Pronouns For Crowley (Good Omens)
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ao3feed-crowley · 2 hours ago
Aquella carta que viajó a través del tiempo
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by Angel_Gaeris
Han transcurrido casi dos años desde que el Covid llegó al mundo y Crowley y Aziraphale no se han visto desde entonces. El ángel insiste en respetar las normas de distanciamiento, aunque ellos no pueden contagiarse ni transmitir el virus, así que cuando por fin accede a verse con Crowley, el demonio accede sin importar que el lugar de la cita no sea el más interesante para él.
Sin embargo Crowley no sospecha que encontraría algo en vez de ver a su ángel. Un regalo a través del tiempo, bastante embarazoso.
¿Qué pasaría si ciertos objetos personales de Aziraphale fueran a dar a un museo y Crowley los encontrara?
Words: 3147, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens)
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
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ao3feed-crowley · 2 hours ago
easy (hard) times
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by ImJustPassingThrough
Sergeant Shadwell has been hired to help Demon Azira(fell) and Angel Crowley, separately. However, the demon and angel are at the bandstand, and well... Are going though a break up, and possibly a divorce, in the middle of the end of the world?
Words: 3835, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 10 of backwards omens
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Sergeant Shadwell (Good Omens), Madame Tracy (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Uriel (Good Omens), Michael (Good Omens), Sandalphon (Good Omens), Houseplants (Good Omens), God (Good Omens), Raphael (Good Omens)
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Sergeant Shadwell (Good Omens), Crowley & Sergeant Shadwell (Good Omens), Sergeant Shadwell/Madame Tracy (Good Omens), Sergeant Shadwell & Madame Tracy (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Raphael (Good Omens), Aziraphale & God (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Reverse Omens, Episode: s01e03 Hard Times, Scene: The Bandstand (Good Omens), Angel Crowley (Good Omens), Archangel Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley's Name is Crawly | Crawley (Good Omens), Crowley Was Raphael Before Falling (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley's Plants (Good Omens), Crowley is Good With Kids (Good Omens), Crowley is Bad at Lying (Good Omens), Snake Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley is a Mess (Good Omens), Sad Crowley (Good Omens), Angry Crowley (Good Omens), Protective Crowley (Good Omens), Hurt Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley is Bad at Feelings (Good Omens), Fallen Angel Aziraphale (Good Omens), Demon Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale is Bad at Feelings (Good Omens), Aziraphale is a Mess (Good Omens), Aziraphale is "THE Southern Pansy" (Good Omens), Aziraphale is So Done with Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Hurt Aziraphale (Good Omens), BAMF Aziraphale (Good Omens), Sad Aziraphale (Good Omens), Angry Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale is Angry at God (Good Omens), Crowley is Angry at God (Good Omens), Worried Crowley (Good Omens), He/him pronouns for Michael (Good Omens), It/It's Pronouns for Sandalphon, Gabriel is Not Nice (Good Omens), Gabriel Being an Asshole (Good Omens), Mentioned Madame Tracy (Good Omens), Break Up, Crying, Men Crying, Angst, Angst and Feels, Hurt No Comfort, Divorce, Quote: We're On Our Own Side (Good Omens), It's the bandstand scene man, Heaven is Terrible (Good Omens), Angel/Demon Relationship, Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Ineffable Idiots (Good Omens), The Ineffable Plan (Good Omens), Married Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Established Relationship, God Ships Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), She/Her Pronouns For God (Good Omens), domestic angst, Made For Each Other, Crowley is a Little Shit (Good Omens), Break Up Talk, Dramatic Crowley (Good Omens), Dramatic Aziraphale (Good Omens), AZIRAFELL, Good Parent Crowley (Good Omens), Parent Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley's Plants are his kids, Panic Attacks
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ao3feed-crowley · 2 hours ago
A Belt for a Brat
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by WaywardWinsister
Castiel would never tell you who you were or weren’t allowed to hang out with, but he would make sure you understood that you belonged to him and him only.
Words: 3666, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Supernatural
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Reader, Castiel (Supernatural), Crowley (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Relationships: Castiel (Supernatural)/You, Crowley (Supernatural)/You, Sam Winchester & You, Dean Winchester & You
Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Flirting, Angelic Grace (Supernatural), Possessive Behavior, Punishment, Spanking, Oral Sex, Belts, Dom/sub, Restraints, Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Bratting, Teasing, Crowley Being Crowley (Supernatural), Oblivious Sam and Dean
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thehillywoodshow · 2 hours ago
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You know I see a lot of stories where Crowley is cold-blooded and thus needs lots of hugs in the winter which...yay!
But you know I was a scrawny kid and have we considered the possibility that he’s just cold because he has 0% body fat and no insulation and just SAYS he’s cold-blooded so it sounds less lame?
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nokaijuentrailsplz · 2 hours ago
Good Omens Coloring Pages
Early in Quarantine there were a lot of them.
Does anyone have a post with the links compiled for the coloring pages (free and otherwise) for good omens? Please and thank you. I have an idea I'd like to physically paint, but what is drawing.
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nospacesapparently · 2 hours ago
I am 97,3 % sure that even if Aziraphale and Crowley hadn’t come to the air base things would have turned out okay. Seriously, the important stuff that goes down there basically boils down to
1. Defeating the Horsemen
2. Telling Lucifer to fuck off
3. Stopping the nuclear bomb shit from happening
4. Making Hell and Heaven step back
Adam and Them took care of the 1, I am confident that even without the pep talk Adam would have told Lucifer to fuck off because he is just that kind of person, I am giving low odds to Newt going to Tadfield without them asking Shadwel to send someone there so they did help there I guess and while Aziraphale and Crowley did pull the whole ineffable plan / great plan off more than marvelously I don’t know what either side would have done without them there. I mean, they couldn’t just start the war if Adam said no and they can’t force him so they would have been forced to give up regardless
So my point is that it is hilarious how little impact Crowley and Aziraphale had to the story after Crowley fucked up the baby delivery.
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wayward-winsister · 2 hours ago
a belt for a brat
pairing: castiel x reader. (minor) crowley x reader. sam winchester & reader. dean winchester & reader.
summary: castiel would never tell you who you were or weren’t allowed to hang out with, but he would make sure you understood that you belonged to him and him only.
warnings: oral smut. spankings. alcohol. bruises.
a/n:  send me an ask if you wanna be tagged! let me know if you enjoyed it, please ♡
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You were pushing every single one of his buttons, and you both knew it.
From the touches that lasted a little too long, to the small innuendos, and the laughter that was a tad too loud for his liking. Every action you did was a small shot to try and get under Castiel’s skin, and there was nothing that he could do about it right now.
He hated that it was working, but that’s exactly what you wanted.
You both were keeping your relationship a secret for now, but Castiel found it harder to hide it every day, especially when you were trying so hard to get under his skin.
He didn’t normally have an issue with you and other beings. Castiel trusted you completely. Loyalty was very important to an angel, and he had no doubts about who your heart belonged to. So, while he wasn’t the jealous type, did he trust the others around you? Not so much.
Castiel eyed your form; your beautiful frame swayed back and forth slightly as another giggle left your mouth. The sound of your laugh always lifted his mood, but you weren’t focused on him right now. Your back was to him, and while he was half-listening to Dean go on about something of unimportance at the moment, you were smiling and whispering with the King of Hell himself.
There were many reasons why Castiel wasn’t fond of Crowley, but the biggest one was that the demon seemed to have eyes for you.
You both knew it, too.
After Castiel reassured Dean that he was listening, his eyes slid back over to where you stood on the other side of the Library. He felt his chest tighten as he watched a huge grin grow on your face and heard your laugh. Your real laugh; not that fake one you did sometimes. Your hand moved to playfully slap Crowley’s arm. He had said something that made you laugh.
Castiel would never tell you who you were or weren’t allowed to hang out with, but he would make sure you understood that you belonged to him and him only. He might not be able to do anything about this now, but consequences were sure to occur later.
“So you know anything about that?”
Castiel turned his head back towards Dean. “What?”
“Dude, are you even listening to me?”
“Of course, I am.”
Dean’s eyes narrowed. “What’d I say then?”
“Um…” Castiel stuttered. “Something in relation to a case, I’d imagine.”
“Mm-hmm.” Dean crossed his arms, before rolling his eyes. “Come talk to me when you’re ready to listen.”
Castiel watched Dean walk away and he almost extended an arm out to stop him, but the sound of your laughter halted him. His head turned toward you and soon noticed that now even Crowley seemed to be smiling at your giggles. The angel’s eyes narrowed.
He really shouldn’t feel like this. He hated feeling like this, but he also hated seeing you and someone else, who he knew you liked, so close together. You never laughed like that around anyone except Castiel, and occasionally Sam and Dean when they were joking around with you. The only difference was Sam and Dean saw you like family, while Crowley had an interest in something a little more intimate.
Castiel would be damned if that would ever happen, especially while you were already dating him. You had been the one to help him understand humans on a deeper level, and he’d taught you about the angels in return. Earth and Heaven were two very different places, but you were both fascinated by the other.
And losing you to a demon from Hell? That wasn’t anywhere in Castiel’s plans.
Sometime throughout the day, everyone had moved to the table in the War Room. The air was filled with laughter and old stories, both human and non-human alike. While everyone else seemed to be getting drunker and lost in the moment, Castiel still had his eyes on you. You still had your attention elsewhere though, much to his dismay.
He sat in the chair beside yours, angled slightly towards you and close enough to where he could touch you if he wanted. Sam and Dean sat on the opposite side of the table, which left Crowley… on the other side of you. Castiel had no doubts his annoyance was showing on his face by now.
You turned to give him a quick smile, before going back to the conversation at hand. That’s how the entire day went. Every time he thought that you were finally turning your attention on him, your eyes fell on someone else. He never wanted all of your time, but you were the light in his life. He usually thrived under your gaze, but now you wouldn’t look at him for more than a mere moment.
You seemed to have interest in everyone, except Castiel.
He tried to tune back into the conversation, but he couldn’t help and wonder if the demon’s chair had moved closer to yours or not.
“And what did you do after that?”
Your eyes went wide as you looked over to Sam. “What?”
“What did you do after that guy told you that you couldn’t cut it as a hunter?”
Everyone turned towards you in curiosity; you gave a half-smile as you remembered the moment at a small-town bar a few years back.
“What happened?’ Dean asked, one side of his mouth twitching up as he raised a bottle of beer to his lips.
“I, uh…” You bit your lip. “I might’ve stolen his wallet.”
“You’re joking.”
The responses hit you all at once and you and Sam burst out laughing.
“He said I wouldn’t have been a good hunter, so maybe I was a better pickpocket instead?” You shrugged, taking a sip of your beer.
“That’s my girl.” Dean smiled, shaking his head at the thought of you getting back at someone like that.
“Remind me never to underestimate you,” Crowley added.
“You’re smart, Crowley.” You turned towards him, a playful tone to your body language, “You should know better than that.”
You held the King of Hell’s gaze before turning away with a wink. Not even a moment after, you heard the sound of something shattering, and then you felt a grip on your knee. A few drops of alcohol landed on your skin, and you instinctively reached for a temporary weapon.
Everyone leaned away from the table and quickly turned their gaze towards it, only to see a broken beer bottle.
“Damn, did I do that?” Dean questioned, mostly to himself, as he wiped the spray of alcohol off of him before standing up to go grab a towel.
“How much have you had to drink?” Sam asked as he tried to gather the broken shards together.
“Only like…” Dean stopped to count on his fingers and his brother shook his head.
“Maybe pay more attention next time, Winchester,” Crowley muttered, before snapping his fingers to clean the mess of glass on the table. He turned his attention to you and studied the spots on your clothes before raising his hand. “Want me to clean those for you, darling?”
Before you could respond, the grip on your knee tightened, and you heard your boyfriend’s voice spewing venom through the air. “ I’ve got it covered.”
Crowley tilted his head slightly at the angel before lowering his hand. “I wasn’t talking to you, feathers.”
Castiel didn’t respond, but you felt the wave of grace radiate from him. You knew that he wouldn’t hurt anyone, but you also knew that he usually had better control over his powers than this. Nervousness crawled up your spine, and you guessed that Sam felt it too.
“Okay, well, I think we’re calling it a day!” Sam’s comment interrupted the stare-off between Castiel and Crowley.
“What? Why?” Dean asked, taking his attention off his drink and looking at his brother.
Sam only shook his head and grabbed Dean’s beer, knowing that he’d follow it wherever it went. You stood up from your chair, which grabbed the attention of your non-human chair partners. Crowley stood up and walked over to where Sam and Dean were. You turned towards your boyfriend and crossed your arms.
“Let’s go,” Castiel said.
You held his gaze for a moment, before moving your eyes over to Crowley. “I need to say bye first.”
The angel followed your gaze and, before you could take a step forward, you were suddenly swung over his shoulder. You both disappeared in a flutter of wings.
As soon as the motel room materialized around you, you were thrown onto the bed. You felt the breath get knocked out of you as soon as you touched down onto the sheets. You were facing the headboard and took a moment to regain your breath before twisting back around.
You eyed Castiel’s pacing form carefully. Scooting up to the end of the bed, you were about to try and reach out to him, but he quickly turned his eyes onto you. You hesitated in your movement after that.
“What was that?” He questioned you.
“What was what?” You asked, playing coy.
You could feel the slight change in the atmosphere. His grace.
“You know what I’m talking about, Y/N.”
Your eyes fell down to the ground before glancing back up at your boyfriend’s in a bashful manner. “Oh, you mean with Crowley?”
Castiel’s eyes narrowed at the mention of the demon’s name before he nodded. He practically growled the word: “Yes.”
“Did it bother you?” You asked, smirking mentally.
“You know that I don’t like others trying to take what’s already mine. ” He said, taking a step closer to you. You felt your skin tingle with excitement. “You are still mine, right, Y/N?”
You hesitated purposely, enjoying the rise of energy in the room. Of course, you were his. You couldn’t think of anyone else who you wanted, but it was always fun to rile your angel up.
“Yes,” You said after a moment. His silent glare made you correct yourself. “Yes, sir. ”
“Maybe you need to be reminded of who you belong to. Unless… you’d prefer to see if that demon can pleasure you better than I can?” Castiel tested you.
By the widening of his eyes, you suspected that he didn’t expect your shrug as a response.
“Strip.” His words were clean and commanding.
Your eyes shot up to meet his. “What?”
“I said: Strip. Now. ”
That assertive tone in his voice went straight between your legs and you gladly obeyed. He took a step back and watched as your clothes fell to the ground, discarded and forgotten about. He nodded slightly in satisfaction, but his face remained neutral. 
“Now, on your hands and knees.”
You quickly jumped on the bed, your bare ass facing him. Crawling into position, you glanced over your shoulder to look at him. Castiel moved behind you and ran a hand over the curve of your ass. His head turned towards yours, blue eyes meeting your own, and his look said everything it needed to. An unspoken command. You’d learned most of them by now, even if you didn’t always listen.
Turn back around.
You held his gaze for a moment longer than you should have, and then quickly faced the headboard in front of you. You wondered if there was anyone in the room on the other side of that wall. You almost pitied them if there was, but the excitement of what was to come was more important.
The sound of metal clinking against metal filled your ears, one that you’d easily identified as the jingle of his belt. You heard the small snap of leather, signaling it was ready to be used. You knew this was coming; in fact, this was something you had desperately wanted.
A few moments passed, and nothing happened. You didn’t even hear him move. The only reason you knew he was still there was the occasional sound of leather rubbing together. You were so tempted to peek over your shoulder to see what he was waiting for, but you also didn’t want to delay any further.
A chill ran over your exposed form and you finally risked a glance backward. As soon as your head rotated to the side, you felt the crack of a belt against your ass. A mix between a gasp and moan escaped you. You could feel the sting travel across your skin, no doubt leaving behind a red mark.
“I didn’t say you could move,” Castiel’s voice was firm and instant.
Yours was shaky and hesitant. “I’m… I’m sorry, sir.”
His hand came to rub over your aching skin and you flinched under the touch. He slowed, before pulling away completely. 
“How should you be punished today?” He questioned, half talking to you and half to himself. His finger met your skin once more, traveling down over your ass cheek and coming close to your vagina.
You struggled to hold still as his finger tapped against your skin, almost as if he were debating something.
Castiel’s hand moved to hover over your opening. “Maybe it’s time for you to learn how unfair it is to be teased and not be able to do anything about it… Yes. I think that’s appropriate, but not quite yet.”
You tensed slightly; his words went straight to your core. You waited, but there was a moment of stillness. You knew what was coming next.
“Count,” Castiel commanded.
Before you had time to think or say anything else, you felt another sharp slap of leather against your skin. The sound echoed throughout the empty room, soon followed by a quick gasp from your own mouth.
The angel remained silent, waiting for your word, but it never came. He made the command again, this time accompanied by a slightly deeper voice and darker tone, but still, you said nothing. You weren’t going to make this easy for him, and angels did hate insubordination.
Another hit sounded against your skin, this time with more force, earning a louder noise from you. The sting lasted longer this time.
Castiel’s voice filled your ears, “I was going to go easy on you, hoping you were in a redeeming mood, but I think I might try something else.”
You heard him move behind you, but you didn’t try and look yet. You wondered what he could be talking about. He wasn’t the one who usually wanted to try out new things or brought up different suggestions. That was normally you, and while you knew that he would do anything you didn’t like, he was also angrier than he was letting on at the moment.
“Face me,” He said, and you obliged.
You twisted your body around and moved into a kneeling position on the bed, careful of the sore spots on your ass. The belt was beside you, and you had half an idea to grab it, but you knew that would only increase your punishment and you were getting antsy. Deciding to leave it alone for now, your eyes moved up to your angel’s baby blues, curious as to what his new idea was.
Castiel kept his gaze on yours for a moment before he slowly reached up and undid his tie. Your eyes flashed down to watch as his fingers worked their way around the blue fabric, before pulling it down from around his neck and letting it fall into his hands.
He tested the strength of the material, his eyes focused on the item in his hands as he toyed with it. You couldn’t help but admire the way his hands worked, and although you didn’t think that was his intention, you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the thought of his hands on your body.
His gaze flashed to yours faster than your eyes could move. You only blinked in return.
Castiel took a step forward. “Hands out.”
You happily obliged, moving your hands closer to him and pressing your wrists together. He wrapped the blue fabric around your skin before tying it into a knot that you knew you wouldn’t be able to get out of easily. As soon as he pulled it tight, you were pushed back onto the bed.
Your back hit the mattress and your legs went out in front of you. The sudden movement made a rush of cool air travel across your skin, thus giving you a layer of goosebumps.
The angel eyed you carefully, making sure you weren’t going to move before his blue orbs traveled down your face, to your neck, then chest, then stomach, until his gaze stopped near your privates. You hoped he’d focus his attention there.
His hands moved forward to graze your thighs, and he slowly pulled your legs apart. His fingers slowly began traveling back up and were coming closer and closer to where you wanted them most. You didn’t dare move, too absorbed in the need for warmth and pleasure.
“Y/N,” Castiel said.
The sound of your name caught you off guard and your eyes fluttered open. You didn’t realize you’d closed them, but now you saw your angel kneeling between your legs and eyes boring into your own. The edge of your mouth tipped upward and you only blinked at him.
“Yes, sir?”
“Keep your eyes open, or else,” He said, and you only raised an eyebrow in question, but Castiel answered your unspoken words, “Or else punishments will be the only thing you receive for a long time.”
You sighed but complied. You held his eyes for a moment, before you felt the tingling of something along your skin. Something warm, yet energizing. The angel’s grace was traveling your skin, moving all around to cover your body, and starting to focus on your more sensitive areas.
You felt pressure on your neck, breasts, thighs, and everywhere in-between. You wanted to let your eyes fall closed and enjoy the feeling, but this wasn’t a reward after all. You resisted the urge and instead kept your attention on your boyfriend.
He slowly moved down, closer and closer to your clit until you could feel his breath on your skin. You itched to move. The feeling of his grace along your clit was slowly increasing and slowly moving closer to your opening.
The slow process was almost enough to make you cry out, but as soon as Castiel’s mouth met your clit, you let out a low moan. You tried not to let him know how good it felt, because you knew that there was still something up his sleeve.
But as his tongue worked its magic, the feeling combined with waves of grace was causing you to quickly climb the mountain of pleasure. You knew your climax was close and as your eyelids became heavier and heavier, you finally let your head fall back and enjoy the moment.
You felt your release coming closer and closer and closer. Your fingers dug into the sheets below you as the pleasure built up and up. As you were climbing the mountain of ecstasy to the top, it was suddenly all pulled away from you. The warm feelings of grace and tongue were no more and you struggled to come back to reality.
Your eyes popped open and you glanced up. Through deep breaths and a fast heartbeat, your gaze finally lands on Castiel, who’s looking smug as ever. Your face falls into a slight scowl before the movement of his hands catches your attention. You glance down and see the belt back in his hands, and judging by his grip, he looks ready to use it.
Your eyes met his blue ones once more and you internally sighed.
You were in for a long night.
A knock at your bedroom door caught your attention. You stood up from your bed, ignoring the ache between your legs, and made your way over to the entrance.
You opened it just enough to see who it was, but not enough to display your… recently acquired marks and bruises. “Who is it?”
“It’s us,” Sam answered, motioning to himself and Dean.
“You good?” Dean asked, trying to see into your room.
“I’m fine,” You said, glancing between both men. “Why?”
Sam spoke before his brother. “After you flew away with Cas yesterday, we got kinda worried. He doesn’t normally act like that.”
A blush immediately rose to your cheeks. “Uh, yeah. I was just trying to calm him down. He got a little worked up. That’s all.” You went to close the door, but Dean’s hand stopped it.
“Worked up?” Dean questioned. “What’s that mean?”
You hesitated slightly, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the Winchesters. “Oh, you know how angels are around demons. Cas wasn’t really all that comfortable with Crowley around.”
Not a complete lie.
“But he usually is. Is everything okay?” Sam pushed.
You gave an impatient sigh and quickly nodded. “Yes, now if you’ll leave me alone, please. It’s too early to be out of bed.”
They flinched slightly as you slammed the door in their faces. Taking a glance at each other, they headed back down the hallway to the Library.
“Did you see that?” Sam asked, turning towards his older brother.
“You mean the hickies on her neck? Why yes, Sam, I did see them. Kinda stood out a bit.” Dean said, motioning to his skin.
They rounded the corner and saw Crowley standing at the table, waiting on their return.
“Well?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow at the Winchesters.
They stopped and gave one last look at each other, before looking at the demon in front of them. Neither spoke.
Crowley scoffed. “Believe me now when I say your two favorite people are dating? You’d better because there’s no way I’m putting myself in a relationship like that ever again. You boys can figure it out for yourselves next time.”
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memeangel · 3 hours ago
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ii-vegas-ii · 3 hours ago
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Even Starmakers are prone to making wishes on stars. Kokabiel? His wish would be to show Aziraphale how he makes a galaxy with hopes he’d like it... and him.
A DTIYS to commemorate my comic, Forsaken, which is on IG and Twitter (@/Shitarthub)
The tag for this is be #GOForsaken_DTIYS ! (It’s the same on all social media ✨)
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ccassiopeiia · 3 hours ago
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“Aziraphale. The Enemy, of course. But an enemy for six thousand years now, which made him a sort of friend.”
Aziraphale and Crowley moodboard
png creds to @carrdresourcess @whatever-pngs @pngprincette @png-plz i hope i haven’t forgotten any! all the pngs i used are in my liked so go check em out <3
dedicated to the lovely @n0tashaaa
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emoish-ariel · 4 hours ago
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tumblr said "let's give them a little ineffable husbands, as a treat"
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gingerhaole · 4 hours ago
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Wash day! 🛁 Patrons enthusiastically requested some soft pampering, like Aziraphale washing Crowley’s hair, and you know I live for that crap 💙
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maukyfanarts · 4 hours ago
All fandoms should have their handsome errors.
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I’m back in UNDERTALE OMG.
And I did a #dtiyschallenge for @ahinrahin_ With #errorsans and my own Crowley-tical error (got it?)) ) from my future(maybe) comic (crossover Undertale AU and Good Omens)
I draw it in #ibispaintx , because I have no time for drawing on my PC, so I draw with my phone... at school... wow...
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thiccpadalecki · 5 hours ago
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WITH A GUSH OF AIR, A RECTANGULAR OBJECT slid under the cell door. The child woke with a startled gasp, shoulders tensed and emerald eyes alert. She glanced around the room, searching for a presence. Nobody was there. With a hesitant pause, Anastasia raised to her feet, moving from her bed; her bed was made from used, old rags sewn together. The five-year-old cautiously tip-toed through the dirt of her cell, avoiding the slaughtered rodents, clipped toenails and used kitchen ware; the silver city's cell wardens would provide the child with a meal once a week. In the meantime, Anastasia would feed off the creatures in her cell — the rats. She reached down and picked up the rectangular object. A small label was attached to the parchment paper:
Fortunately, Anastasia could read; as a part of her training, Naomi had taught her how to read. But, the tutoring was not out of the kindness of her heart; it was mandatory for every warrior to read and speak multiple languages. The silver city only saw Anastasia as a disposable soldier to use at their expense; a weapon.
The training came in three stages: physical, intellectual and emotional. Stage one was all about combat, weapons and pain endurance — pushing your body to the breaking point. Stage two, strategy and wisdom — learning to make crucial decisions under immense pressure. All the stages of becoming a warrior were damaging, but the last was the worst: disabling your limbic system — the part of the brain which controls emotion. As a warrior, you mustn't let your emotion corrupt your judgment; you had to be emotionless, numb. Soldiers of the silver city were expected to follow orders without denial or hestanice. In the time of Cain, the angel's were known to have slaughtered an entire village without so much of a pause; the warriors had faith in their commander. Always and forever.
Anastasia unwrapped the parchment paper with eagerness; once a year, she'd receive a gift from Castiel. The angel — or so, Anastasia presumed— called the occasion a birthday; even after four years of receiving these presents, Anastasia still wasn't sure what a birthday was. The paper fell to the cobblestone floor in a beautiful glide. A book. Her trembling hands traced over the words engraved in the dark leather: The War Of The Child. She hugged the book to her chest, glancing up. "Thank you, Castiel."
That was the last time she received a gift from the angel.
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"Wake up, child." Anastasia woke with a jolt, startled and disoriented. Her sight was blurred for a moment, but Anastasia recognised the room immediately: the torture chamber. For aeons, the chamber had been used for punishing transgression — going against the silver city's code of conduct. Anastasia timed the drip of the pipe behind her. One, two, three — drip. The air was damp and thick as if someone had started a fire. Anastasia coughed. Heavily, she blinked again. The iron cuffs on her wrists bit into her pale skin, chewing and nipping like a hound of hell. With a hiss, she tugged against the iron. "I see you're awake." Anastasia glanced up. Trimmed brown hair tied into a low bun, a neat grey blazer, wrinkled features, a storm lurking in the depths of her ocean irises. Anastasia swallowed her fear. "Naomi." She sneered.
The commander smiled wickedly. "Hello, Anastasia." Her shoes snarled against the stone floor as Naomi marched over to the side of the room, running her fingers along the chest of drawers, leaving a line in the dust. The dimmed oak was old and split at the edges. Anastasia squirmed; the chest of draws held Naomi's blades. The angel wrenched the top draw open. The sharp clank of steel made Anastasia wince. "Um, now where is—oh! There she is!" Naomi held her rod up with a grin. A genuine grin. Anastasia clenched her jaw, bracing for the pain. The commander walked back over to the girl, eyes of fury meeting each other. "Anastasia," Naomi began her penalty. "in punishment for your sins, you've been charged with sixteen lashes. The silver city does not condone liars —"
Anastasia laughed, a low, menacing rumble at the back of her throat. "Get on with it, will you? I've heard this seven times before." She wasn't lying; Anastasia had been disciplined before. Anastasia was seven years old when she received her first punishment; she stole an apple out of hunger — the prison wardens were not feeding her enough. Naomi clenched her jaw. "Very well."
She pulled her hand back.
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Anastasia did not weep in sadness, she wept in fury; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape the silver city. Once, Anastasia broke her wrist attempting to break the steel bars in her prison chamber — unfortunately, it didn't work. "Why can't I escape?" She whispered to herself. With a hiss of pain escaping her parted lips, she raised from her bed made of rags. Her back was sore and swollen; Naomi hit harder than Anastasia remembered. Anastasia's bare feet clapped against the stone floor as she marched over to the barred window, the cold metal biting into her fingers. She could see outside: emerald trees peered over the land, flowers were scattered and blooming, the sun was bright and rising, the ravens were crooning in delight. The land was peaceful. Anastasia sighed; she wished she were free. She shut her eyes, imagining herself lying in the emerald grass. The land would tickle her fair skin and the sun would warm her face. She'd listen to the birds crooning and smell the flowers. Anastasia opened her eyes, meeting the cobblestone wall. One day, she told herself. One day I'll be free.
A shorter chapter today! A little reminder, this story is following the events of season 8 — 9. Please, correct me on any grammatical errors! Remember to vote and comment !
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