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[strangesthirdeye]

Grumpy Star (Ineffable hubbys x toddler fem! Reader)

Summary: Little Star is not feeling well, what can the two celestial dads do for little Star to return to normal?.

Warning: Ineffable hubbys is everything. No episode 6 allow, sick reader, chicken porridge, cuddle, fluff, love, Aziraphale can cook better than Crowley, sweet, Aziraphale is Papa, Crowley is Daddy, miracle there, miracle here,

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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"Rise and shine, my star. wake up, Papa make your favorite breakfast" Aziraphale chimed as he opened the curtains of your room, letting the sun come in to brighten your room.

You groaned uncomfortably at the interruption of your sleep before pulling the blanket over your face. Hiding your face from the light shining on your warm face. Sweat covering your body as your body seemed to shiver under the blanket. Aziraphale smiled before he took a seat on your bed.

"come on, love. You don't want your dad to finish your favorite pancakes, do you?" Aziraphale said.

You were just silent and still in that position without even looking at Aziraphale. Your body shivered with chill and warmth in your body. Aziraphale frowned at the lack of reaction from you. Usually you would wake up excited as soon as he mentioned your favorite breakfast but now you seemed like you didn't normally do it.

You seem wrong. Aziraphale started holding out his hand to pull your blanket. As soon as his fingers touched and pulled the blanket that covered you, he was shocked when he discovered your condition.

Your face is pale, your body is shaking and full of sweat. You still closed your eyes as your breathing seemed to be panting. Aziraphale's face began to change. He started to touch your head but when his skin touched your dampened skin, he pulled his hand back. Your skin is hot and cold at the same time, that's why you're shivering. Aziraphale began to be concerned with your conditions.

"my dear, you... You are sick" Aziraphale said with great concern.

It is normal for humans if they have a fever but for you who was born with a miracle by two celestial being not to mentioned that you are half demon and half angel, it is quite impossible for you to feel sick.

"just- just hold on, papa will come back to you later, okay?" Aziraphale assured before he rushed out of the door.

Crowley who is sleeping sprawled on the sofa did not notice his husband rushing to the kitchen to retrieve a cloth and a basin filled with water. Aziraphale stopped his walk when he noticed that Crowley was still sleeping after being woken by him a thousand times that morning.

He grumbled and ignored his sleeping demon to go to your room. He opened the door again but this time slowly and with any noise as he knows that you are not in the mood for that. He put the basin filled with water on the table next to your bed before he dipped the cloth into the basin and squeezed it to leave it wet and folded it before placing it on your forehead.

You flinched at the sudden coldness before relaxing and letting the cold seep into your warm skin. You sighed heavily. Even your breath is warm.

Aziraphale rubbed your hair gently. "don't move too much, dear. You must rest to be healthy. I'll tell daddy to bring you medicine while I cook chicken porridge for you"

You grumbled with approval before snuggling into your thick blanket for comfort. Aziraphale sends you a sympathetic look before he gets up and walks downstairs to the kitchen. Before he went to the kitchen, he managed to wake up Crowley, who was still sleeping and didn't think about the world, finally woke up from his slumber. Maybe him being a snake requires a good enough sleep.

"Crowley, I need you to bring medicine to Y/n's room, now while I prepare chicken porridge for her." Aziraphale ordered.

Crowley grunted sleepily. "Ugh.. why would I bring medicine to Star's room? Why do you want to cook chicken porridge? Didn't you make pancakes?"

"the pancakes can wait but Y/n can't. She's sick.. And it's quite rare for an angel or demon to get sick. Let alone half angel and half demon. She's still on the bed and doesn't have the energy to wake up so you go bring medicine for her to eat before I bring chicken porridge to her" Aziraphale strode past Crowley who was still sitting sprawled on the sofa.

Crowley straightened himself from his hunched position. "Star is sick? But that's impossible. Celestial beings never get sick. They are immune to all kinds of diseases and viruses"

"That's what I said earlier, it's quite rare for celestial beings to get sick. I don't know how sick she is but all I know is her body temperature is up. Now go get the medicine and give it to Y/n" Aziraphale ordered as he reached for a medium-sized pot and a soup spatula.

Crowley made a sound as if he was just agreeing to what his husband told him. He stood up and took medicine from the medicine cabinet hanging on the wall next to the kitchen before he moved to your room.

"and don't use miracle! we don't know how sick she got plus I don't want the upstairs to know that we used a miracle to cure her.. I don't want them to know about her.. they will take away my baby" Aziraphale said to Crowley but the last sentence Aziraphale muttered to himself.

Crowley waved his hand as if dismissing what Aziraphale warned him. As soon as he arrived in front of your door, he slowly opened the door of your room and peeking his head to see how you were.

You were snuggling into your thick blanket with folded damp cloth on your forehead. Your eyes are closed so that means you are sleeping but Crowley noticed that your chest is rising up and down very rapidly which makes Crowley worried. He never saw you like this. His Star is always happy and energetic all the time but this time his Star looks very weak and not energetic.

Crowley strode towards you slowly with medicine in his right hand. He didn't want to disturbed your sleep. You need enough rest. He noticed your forehead was wet with sweat. He put the medicine on the table next to your bed and then slowly sat down on the bed next to you. He reached out his hand on your warm cheek.

"Star? hey.. wake up.." Crowley called softly.

You groan tiredly but your eyes still don't open.

"come on, you should take your medicine before anything else happens" Crowley patted your cheeks gently.

"no medicine.. Medicine doesn't taste good" you mumbled tiredly.

Crowley huffed a laugh. "Oh, Y/n..Come on, you should take medicine" he poked your cheek several times trying to wake you up.

You whined in protest then waved your hand to block your dad's hand from your face before opening your eyes. Your eyes are very tired showing that you really have no energy.

Crowley grinned. "there you go"

you started to sit and lean your back on the headboard. You glanced at your dad with extra tiredness and dissatisfaction.

Crowley frowned. "don't make such a face at me, it's your Papa fault who told me to take the medicine. Besides, you have to get up to eat later" Crowley reached for the medicine on the table and opened the lid of the medicine and poured the liquid into the spoon.

You face away from the strong smell of medicine. "nooo"

"just one spoon of medicine and then you can rest" Crowley put the spoon in your mouth.

"noo.. it doesn't taste good" You protested.

"what kind of medicine tastes good? It just tastes bitter and it won't last long.. come on, Star" Crowley said, bringing the spoon closer to your mouth.

You grunted grumpily before opening your mouth and letting Crowley spoon the medicine into your mouth. Immediately a bitter taste was felt in your throat making you grimaced with disgust.

"there, isn't it nice?" Crowley joked.

You whine grumpily before laying back down and facing away from your dad, sulking.

Crowley sighed. "just don't sleep yet, your papa will come up and bring food. You must eat."

You hummed before closing your eyes tiredly. Crowley rubbed your back soothingly. A knock was heard before the door was opened by Aziraphale with a tray of chicken porridge and water in both hands.

He glanced at his husband and daughter with concern. "how is she?"

"just the same" Crowley muttered.

Aziraphale nodded his head then moved to the other side of the bed, facing Crowley. He looked at you worriedly.

"Y/n, dear. Get up and eat.. You have to eat if you want to be well" Aziraphale said while placing the tray of chicken porridge on his lap.

"I don't feel like eating.. " you mumbled.

"Well, you need to eat also to get your energy.. Please" Aziraphale urged you.

"My head hurts" You said.

"i know, my dear.. come on, wake up and eat" Aziraphale said.

Finally, you got up and sat down, leaning heavily on the headboard to support your weak body. Crowley rubbed your hand with comfort.

Aziraphale started to feed you with the chicken porridge from time to time even though you were a bit hesitant to eat because you could feel your body as if it was rejected to eat and would vomit later which thankfully it would not happen.

After just eating and drinking, Aziraphale gave the food tray to Crowley to place on the bedside table where the medicine was placed. You lie back down and close your eyes which leads you to sleep. Aziraphale held your tiny hand and rubbed his thumb on the back of your hand while Crowley held your other hand.

"What do you think, angel? She's being sick?" Crowley glanced at his husband expecting some explanations from him.

"I don't know, Crowley.. it's a bit sudden. She shouldn't be sick. She's literally immune to everything" Aziraphale replied as he looked at you with concern.

Crowley sighed. "whatever it is, she will be okay and not sick anymore"

Aziraphale nodded. "yes.."

The two partners start to be quiet as they don't want to disturb you anymore, their eyes still on you in case you suddenly feel uncomfortable and need them, they will be by your side. But eventually, Aziraphale needs to go downstairs and wash the bowl of porridge and the glass he brought earlier. He told Crowley to pass the tray of food placed on the table next to him which Crowley obeyed but then stopped suddenly.

Aziraphale looked at Crowley confused. "Crowley?"

"Angel.. " Crowley called, eyes still on the food tray.

"yes? what's wrong?" Aziraphale began to worry.

"I think I know why Star is sick" Crowley began to lift the food tray and show it to her husband.

Aziraphale gaped at the sight of a clean bowl and glass that had absolutely no leftover food. Everything is clean as if it had just been washed. clean and shiny bowls, spoons and glass.

"that's.. she-" Aziraphale tried to make an assumption. "You don't use miracle right?"

"no.. you?" Crowley asked

Aziraphale shook his head. "no"

"I think, Star is sick because she finally got her first miracle" Crowley said then looked at you impressed.

"That's why she suddenly got sick" Aziraphale beamed excitedly.

"ahh, this is great.. Star finally got her first miracle" Crowley cheered lowly as he didn't want to disturb your sleep.

"i know.. ohh, I'm so proud of her, Crowley.. Our baby has grown up" Aziraphale beamed.

"does that mean I can take her in the Bentley with me?" Crowley suddenly asked.

"No" Aziraphale replied.

"wha- why? you said before that not until she got her first miracle.. Now she has got her first miracle! Don't let me start that her age is not enough because she is three years old now." Crowley protested.

"But the way you drive the Bentley is dangerous" Aziraphale said.

"I'm not that crazy to drive a Bentley at high speed with a toddler in the Bentley" Crowley argued.

"Fine you can take her" Aziraphale gave in.

Crowley smirked with victory

"well, I love you, Angel"

Aziraphale rolled his eyes. "I love you too, Crowley"

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[mimisempai]

THE 1001 INEFFABLE NIGHTS -

The blood-red-haired princess and the seven little demons

Summary 

It has become a ritual for Aziraphale to read a bedtime story to their twins, Alexis and Cassandra. And Crowley is also an eager listener.

But tonight the children want a short story with a happy ending.

Isn't it time to revisit fairy tales in an ineffable way?

Notes

Inspired by this beautiful drawing by @gleafer here Oh and yes I have no idea what I am doing but I am doing it anyway...

On Ao3

Rating G -  4078 words

"Pa! Dad! We want a story!"

As Crowley made his way to the nursery, he couldn't help but chuckle as he heard the twins calling Aziraphale for what had become an inevitable bedtime ritual.

He knew exactly what sight awaited him the moment he entered Alexis and Cassandra's bedroom. A sight he would never tire of seeing.

Aziraphale was helping his daughter put on her onesie when he replied, "We finished Estelle the Star Fairy yesterday. What shall I read to you tonight?"

"Not a long story!"

"A story with a happy ending!"

"One that doesn't need a book!"

Crowley leaned against the door frame and looked fondly at his family.

"Hmmm, I don't think I've ever read or told you any fairy tales, have I?"

"Oh no! What's this?"

As Aziraphale climbed onto the twins' bed and sat against the headboard, Crowley sat on the floor against the wall and watched as the twins settled on either side of his husband, snuggling up to him. Aziraphale winked at him before wrapping his arms around the children.

Crowley made a small gesture to dim the lights and waited almost as eagerly as his children for his husband to tell a new story.

"I'm going to tell you the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, but in a slightly different way. Let's say it's about Rose and the seven little demons."

Crowley frowned as Aziraphale continued, "Like all great stories, it begins..."

Crowley couldn't help but interrupt, "In a garden." 

"Dad! It's Pa telling the story!"

Crowley chuckled and let Aziraphale continue.

"Once upon a time there was a queen who tended her precious roses in the castle garden. Everyone came to admire her garden because her roses were all a distinctive yellow, reminiscent of the most beautiful sunsets over the sea. 

On day, her attention caught by a butterfly flying around one of her rose bushes, she paid no attention and pricked herself on a rose thorn.

A drop of crimson blood fell on one of the petals, and as she watched the little red spot form a star on the warm-coloured petal, she put her hand on her already well-rounded belly and said softly, "Ah, if only my child could have hair as red as blood and eyes as beautiful as the yellow of my roses".

Some deity must have heard her prayer, because a few weeks later she gave birth to a daughter whose hair was as red as blood and whose eyes were as warm as her precious roses. Needless to say, the little baby was named Rose.

As the child grew in wisdom and beauty, her mother sadly fell ill and died.

Rose's father quickly found a new wife to give his little girl a new mother.

But he hadn't seen the real side of his new wife, who was proud and haughty. So haughty, in fact, that she couldn't bear anyone to surpass her in beauty.  

She had a magnificent mirror in her room, which was not only beautiful, but magical, and when she stood in front of it and saw her reflection, she would whisper to it, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who in this land is the fairest of all?"

The mirror would always reply, "You, O Queen, are the fairest of them all," and the queen would be satisfied, for the magic of this mirror was to tell the truth.

Rose grew and became more beautiful, so much so that by the time she was 16, rumours spread throughout the land that the young princess was the most beautiful of all women.

When the queen heard these rumours, she decided to consult her magic mirror and asked once again, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who in this country is the fairest of them all".

The mirror replied, "You are beautiful among the most beautiful women, but Rose is the most beautiful of all in this country."

The queen, shocked, was overcome with jealousy, and from then on, every time she looked at Rose, hatred grew in her heart, leaving her no peace, neither day nor night.

The day her husband, the king, left on a journey, she sent for a huntsman and told him, "Take the princess into the forest. Kill her and bring me her lungs and liver as proof that you've fulfilled your mission. If you do not obey, I will have your wife and children killed."

The hunter had no choice but to obey and carry out his mission, but as he was about to pierce the innocent princess' heart deep in the forest, she began to cry and beg him, "Oh, dear hunter, let me live! I'll run away into the wild forest and never return to the castle!"

Seeing in her one of his daughters, he took pity on the princess and said, "Run away, my poor girl, and never come back."

He watched her go deeper into the forest, then did what he knew best: he hunted and brought back the lungs and heart of a bear to the queen as proof that he had accomplished his mission.

Now the poor princess was all alone in the great forest, and she kept on running, making her way through the thicker and thicker bushes, the thorns clawing at her, her shoes tearing on the sharp stones, but she didn't stop, she kept on running.

Suddenly there were no more bushes, she felt soft grass under her feet and saw a small thatched cottage ahead.

She hesitated for a moment, but exhaustion overcame her scruples and she decided to enter. She couldn't stop herself from gasping, for everything in the thatched cottage was small. Neat and clean, but small even if in a cute way.

The table was topped with a white cloth and had seven place settings, surrounded by seven small chairs.

At the back were seven small beds against the wall, neatly made and looking so comfortable.

Rose was so worn out that she only took a small piece of bread and a sip of water before making her way to the beds. They were all quite small, so she pushed one against the other before dropping down and falling asleep immediately.

It was well into the night when the door of the thatched cottage creaked open to admit seven little demons, so alike they were indistinguishable.

The first lit the candles, the second put wood in the fireplace, which the third lit. 

The fourth said, "Someone has bitten into my piece of bread.

The fifth said, "Someone has drunk from my glass of water.

The sixth approached the beds and said, "Someone is sleeping on my bed."

The seventh replied, "On mine too."

They all gathered around the beds, and the first who had lit the candles drew one close to the sleeping figure on their bed, and they all uttered the same gasp of surprise as they murmured heartily, "How beautiful she is!"

"What lovely fiery hair!"

As the young princess seemed harmless to them, they tacitly agreed not to wake her and to wait until the next day.

After a meal accompanied by whispers, they all went to bed, those whose beds were free squeezing in and offering a place to those who had none.

It was a ray of sunlight that woke Rose in the morning, and she sat up briskly before retreating to the wall at the sight of the seven little demons.

But when her eyes met only friendly smiles, she relaxed slightly and smiled back before sheepishly apologising for using their home without permission.

They looked very strange, with their horn-like hair and black-rimmed eyes.

The nearest one asked gently, "What's your name?"

"My name is Rose."

Then, faced with their pressing questions, she told them her story.

"What were the demons' names?"

Aziraphale paused to look down at his son, who had just asked him the question, before replying, "They were all called Eric."

"What?"

Aziraphale nodded and smiled at Crowley's sneer before replying, "Yes. Eric."

"But how did anyone know who they were?"

"There was Eric the Dopey, Eric the Doc, Eric the Bashful, Eric the Sneezy."

"Because he sneezed all the time?"

"That's right, honey. There was Eric the Happy, Eric the Sleepy and finally Eric the Grumpy."

"Like Dad?"

"Hey!"

Aziraphale chuckled and replied, "Absolutely, like Dad in the morning."

"Pa?"

"Yes, sweetie."

Aziraphale looked at his daughter who asked, "Were their horns like mine?"

Cassandra raised her hand to the two small horns on her forehead, around which fell a few curls of the same red colour as her father's.

Aziraphale pressed a kiss to her forehead and replied, "Not quite. No one has horns as beautiful as yours, sweetie."

"Oh, I love you so much, Pa."

Then the two children snuggled up to their father again, and after exchanging an emotional look with Crowley, Aziraphale continued his story.

"The little demons told Rose she could stay with them and wouldn't want for anything, all she had to do was look after the house when they went out to harvest and pick.

But Rose didn't like sitting around doing nothing, so to thank them for their generosity, she decided to keep the house clean and cook for them. Then, when she'd finished her daily chores, she'd leave the cottage and sit on the grass by the little pond where a family of ducks had made their home.

As for the queen, she slept peacefully, believing that Rose was no longer of this world. 

But one morning, dressed in her finest clothes, she stood before the mirror and asked, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who in this country is the fairest of them all?"

The mirror replied, "Oh, Queen, you are the fairest of all I see, but on the other side of the hills, in the heart of the forest where the seven demons live, Rose is the fairest of all."

The queen was furious when she realised that the hunter had betrayed her and that the princess was still alive.

She thought all day and all night, and when the morning came, she knew what she had to do.

She locked herself in her room and disguised herself as an old peddler whose identity no one could guess. In this disguise, she made her way to the clearing of the seven demons, and when she was sure that only the princess was in the cottage, she left the forest and knocked on the door of the little house.

She saw Rose leaning out of the window and the princess asked, "My good lady, what are you selling?"

"Pretty things for pretty girls, look, I've got lots of pretty satin ribbons for your corset."

Rose was a young woman, she loved fine things, and she thought the old lady was harmless, so she was tempted and bought some blue satin laces from the old lady, who offered to help her replace the old laces on her corset.

The princess went out of the thatched cottage and, with her back to the old lady, let her tie the lace in her corset to replace the old one.

The old woman squeezed the ribbon so hard that Rose was out of breath and fell as if dead.

The old woman leaned over her and whispered in a sinister voice, "Now I'm the fairest of them all," then stomped off into the forest.

Soon after, the seven demons arrived at the house and were shocked to find their beautiful princess lying motionless on the floor.

Eric the Doc, who could see the reason for her condition from his blue lips, asked his brothers to help him turn her over. Seeing that the ribbons were too tight, they cut them and it wasn't long before Rose was back to life.

After she told them what had happened, Eric the Grumpy pointed his finger at her and said, "Watch out for everyone. That peddler was probably the queen."

Rose promised, and that evening the seven demons hovered around her until they were sure she was safe.

The queen arrived at the castle, took off her disguise and stood before the mirror again, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who in this country is the fairest of them all?"

The mirror replied, "Oh, Queen, you are the most beautiful of all those I see, but on the other side of the hills, in the heart of the forest where the seven demons dwell, Rose is the most beautiful in all the country".

When the queen heard this, her blood ran cold and she was frightened to see that her plan had failed once again.

Descended from a long line of witches, she fashioned a poisoned comb, then took the appearance of another old woman and once again made her way to the clearing of the seven demons.

This time the princess sat alone by the pond, her beautiful red hair unbound and falling in wavy cascades over her shoulders.

The old woman exclaimed, "I only sell the most precious things. I have just the thing for your beautiful fiery hair. Look at this magic comb, young lady, for just a few coins it'll make your hair even shinier."

Seeing the young princess's suspicious look, the old lady took a comb from her pocket and ran it through her own hair, "Look my child, it's harmless!"

Rose allowed herself to be tempted again and the old lady said in a gentle tone, "Come my sweet, let me comb it for you."

Rose complied, and no sooner had the old woman run the poisoned comb through her hair than the poison began to spread, and it took only a few seconds for the young princess to fall unconscious. 

"Who is the most beautiful now?"

The old woman laughed sardonically.

When the demons returned to the cottage, they were astonished to find that everything was dark.

"Rose?"

Only the quacking of ducks near the pond answered them, drawing their attention back to the pond. They ran over and saw Rose's silhouette on the ground.

They immediately suspected it was another of the queen's tricks, and after a few moments found the poisoned comb.

No sooner had they removed it than Rose regained consciousness and soon told them what had happened in the safety of the thatched cottage.

They warned her again and decided that they would take turns standing guard every day.

At home, the queen went to the mirror again and asked, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who in this country is the fairest of them all".

It answered as before, "Oh, Queen, you are the fairest of all those I see, but on the other side of the hills, in the heart of the forest where the seven demons live, Rose is the fairest of all the country."

The queen exploded with rage and took a whole month to devise the perfect plan to create the potion from which the young princess would never recover. She dipped a beautiful red apple in the potion, placed it in the middle of an apple basket, disguised herself as an old hunchbacked lady and set off once more to clearing of the seven demons.

Crowley chuckled, "Got to hand it to the persistent bugger."

"Dad, let Pa tell the story. I want to know how it ends before I fall asleep!"

As Cassandra admonished him, Crowley saw their son Alexis spread his little white wings and had no time to react before he found himself with a little angel in his lap. Alexis, the image of his angelic father, said, "Cassie's right, Dad, I want to know the end before I fall asleep too."

Crowley, unable to refuse his son who was giving him the same pleading look as his father when he wanted something, let him cuddle up to him and said to his husband, "Go on, Angel."

Aziraphale blew him a kiss with his fingertips and resumed his story.

"When nothing happened for a month, the demons left Rose alone again during the day, and one day the persevering queen arrived in the clearing, approaching the thatched cottage with a stooped step, carrying her basket of apples.

Then she dropped and cried out, "Help! I'm an old woman! I can't get up by myself."

Despite the demons' warnings, Rose couldn't stop herself from helping the battered-looking old woman. She rushed to the old woman's side, picked up the apples and put them back in the basket.

The old woman exclaimed, "Thank you, my child. How kind you are! To thank you for helping me, I give you this beautiful red apple".

Seeing the princess's fear, the old woman took another apple from the basket and bit into it. Convinced, Rose took the red apple and bit into it wholeheartedly.

One bite was enough for the poison to take effect and the young princess fell to the ground, her eyes empty and all life gone from her face.

"Rose, with hair as red as blood and eyes as warm as the setting sun, not even the demons can wake you this time."

She returned to the castle, rushed to the mirror and asked, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who in this country is the fairest of them all".

The mirror replied, "Oh, Queen, in this country you are the fairest of them all. No woman surpasses you in beauty."

For the first time in a long time, the queen was able to rest, as much as an envious heart can rest. 

When the demons returned that evening, they found Rose lying on the ground outside the house, lifeless, without a breath of life.

They lifted her, turned her over, but found nothing, no ribbon, no comb, they tried everything, but had to face the cruel evidence.

The unfortunate princess was dead.

They built a small altar by the duck pond, covered it with the petals of the young princess's favourite flowers, yellow roses that echoed the warm colour of her eyes, and laid her body on it. For days, they took turns around the lifeless body, weeping and gazing at her beauty, which not even death seemed to be able to touch.

With her beauty still intact, they couldn't bring themselves to bury her body, so they had a glass coffin made and had her name engraved in gold letters so that she could be admired forever.

They placed the glass coffin on the altar by the duck pond she loved so much, and days and weeks went by, her beauty untouched. 

Now a bush of yellow roses had magically grown around the altar, and as word spread, people came from far and wide to admire the beautiful princess.

The demons remained heartbroken and continued to watch over their princess.

One day, the young king of the neighbouring country heard the rumour and came to the clearing to kneel before the glass coffin.

He stayed for days, fascinated by the princess's beauty and listening to the stories the seven demons told of their lives with Rose.

Then, even more than her outward beauty, he was fascinated by the beauty of her soul, and went to the demons and asked, "I'll give you anything you want if you'll let me take her with me.

"Even for all the gold in the world, we won't let you have her."

But when they saw that the king would not go, they took pity on him and said, "You can take her with you, for she deserves to be in a home worthy of a princess. Even dead."

The king thanked them and said, "You can visit her whenever you like, the gates of my castle will always be open to you.

The king's men came to carry the coffin on their shoulders, but on the way to the castle, one of them stumbled and the piece of poisoned apple flew out of Rose's mouth. Shocked, they almost dropped the coffin when they saw the young princess open her eyes.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! She's alive!"

They placed the coffin on the ground, removed the lid and Rose slowly sat up, gasping for breath before saying, frightened, "Where am I, what's happened?"

The king sent men to fetch the seven demons and, kneeling before her, told her all he knew.

Rose shook her head and said, "I will never be able to escape her."

The king placed his hand gently on Rose's and said softly, "Come with me to my castle. I promise to protect you from her and her plots."

Behind him, Rose could see the seven demons nodding their heads.

She murmured, "All right. I'll come."

No sooner had she said the word than the prince scooped her up in his arms and set her down on his horse before climbing on behind her, holding Rose tightly to his chest.

The demons embraced as the king and Rose rode off, promising to visit again soon.

At the king's castle, Rose slowly recovered, taking long walks in the palace gardens and having long talks with the king, who gave her everything she needed.

She felt less and less the need to be alone and longed for the prince's presence, missing his pale hair and clear blue eyes, his gentle voice and soft smile.

A few weeks later, just after they had shared their first kiss under an archway of blooming roses, the king got down on one knee and asked Rose to be his queen.

When Rose said yes, the wedding was to be celebrated with great pomp, and couriers travelled to neighbouring countries to invite all the nobles.

Rose's stepmother, of course, received an invitation and dressed in her finest for the occasion. Before leaving, she couldn't resist asking the mirror in her room, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall, who in this country is the fairest of them all".

The mirror replied, "Oh, Queen, you are the most beautiful of all in this region, but the young queen who is getting married today is by far the most beautiful."

At first she was so angry that she thought she wouldn't go, but curiosity was the strongest and she wanted to see who this beautiful rival was.

When she entered the reception hall and walked down the long red carpet that led to the young couple, it took her only a few steps to recognise Rose, with her blood-red hair and sunset-warm eyes.

Admitting defeat, she ran away, and legend has it that she's still running.

As for the King and the young Queen Rose, they lived happily ever after and had many demons, er, I mean children."

"You lost them just before the wedding, Angel."

"At least they're asleep, that was the point, wasn't it?"

Aziraphale looked fondly at Cassandra, who slept against him, thumb in mouth, while Alexis was slumped against Crowley's chest.

They put the twins to bed, tucked them in and it was only when the two fathers planted a light kiss on their children's foreheads that they both woke just long enough to say good night before turning over and going back to sleep.

Aziraphale had barely closed the door to their bedroom when he felt Crowley's arms wrap around him from behind as the demon rested his chin on his shoulder and said softly, "I see you've taken some liberties with Snow White. I wonder what Eric would think if he knew the role you've given him?"

Aziraphale turned in his husband's arms and wrapped his hands around Crowley's neck before saying mischievously, "Didn't you like my princess with her blood red hair and eyes as warm as the setting sun?"

“So that means I'm a princess?”

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow, "For this story anyway, any problem with that?"

Crowley laughed softly and replied, "No problem as long as you're my king."

Aziraphale drew Crowley's face to his and pressed his lips to the demon's in a tender kiss that lingered until they had to separate to catch their breath.

Then Crowley asked, "So who's the Evil Queen?"

"Metatron, of course."

They looked at each other and laughed.

Then Aziraphale asked, "Shall I carry you to our bedroom bridal style as in the tale?"

Crowley moved away, grabbed the angel's hand and replied, "Don't bother carrying me, let's go together," then, he dragged his husband into their bedroom, where they continued the tale in their own way.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

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[straightupsickfics]

the nice one

another little ineffable wives moment for this sunday night <3 for the "aggressively gentle snuggles" square on my bingo card.

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“Are you sure you don’t want to try and get some sleep? You love getting in bed, dear,” Aziraphale says when Crowley turns away from the phone in her hand to sneeze again. It’s at least the tenth time in the last half hour, each one followed by a heavy, irritated sigh.

“Nnnngh.”

Aziraphale rolls her eyes. “Right. Well I could do with a bit of a nap,” she says.

She can see Crowley’s interest pique at this. “Just saying that to get me in bed,” Crowley sniffles, but she pulls herself upright nonetheless, and Aziraphale knows she has her. “Besides, it’s 10:00 at night, that’s not nap time.”

“So we’re agreed then!” Aziraphale says with a little wiggle, smiling brightly and clasping her hands together in front of her. “Bedtime for sick serpents,” she teases.

“Ngk, I’m not–”

“Bedtime. Regular boring bedtime, that is,” Aziraphale says quickly, taking Crowley by the hand. Crowley looks down at their joined hands and deflates a little, what little fight she did have going right out of her at the sight of them.

“For you, angel,” Crowley says.

“Mm, of course.” Aziraphale leads them up the narrow stairs and up to the warm, cozy apartment above the bookshop. Sure, they could have moved any number of times in the last hundreds of years, but the bookshop is more like home than anywhere else, for both of them, and so this is where they stay.

“Hh’ngxt! Ih’mmmpshh!” Crowley isn’t fast enough to pull her hand away from Aziraphale when she sneezes twice in quick succession, so she manages to half-stifle, half-muffle them into her opposite elbow, then looks grievously embarrassed at the display.

“Bless you,” Aziraphale murmurs. “You don’t have to do that, you know. There’s plenty of handkerchiefs up here for you, and it really does sound painful holding them in like that. One of these days your eyes will pop right out of your head.”

Crowley blinks a few times instead of replying, and Azirapahle is about to make a joke about her being lost for words for the first time when her breath hitches again, sharp and itchy sounding, and she sneezes again… then again into her elbow.

“Hh’eiiishh! uH…Hdt’iiishh’oo!” They sound like they bring her more relief than the last set, but this time Crowley’s left sniffling helplessly, alternating between swiping at her eyes and nose as all of her cold symptoms seem to catch up with her at once now that they’ve reached the familiar comfort of their bedroom.

“Bless you, twice more,” Aziraphale says, making her way to a drawer and rifling around until she finds the black floral patterned handkerchief she picked especially for Crowley in moments like these. It’s not often she succumbs to human illnesses, but they always hit her like a brick wall when she does.

“No snf! Blesssssings required, angel,” Crowley sighs, taking the handkerchief with a grateful little look only Aziraphale would be able to see.

Aziraphale gives another roll of her eyes then miracles them both into soft pajamas with a twitch of her fingers. Crowley looks down, apparently pleased – or at least, not annoyed – by the choice of gray flannel shorts and matching top. Aziraphale sets some candles going, too, casting the room in soft, warm light, and there’s a pile of handkerchiefs waiting on Crowley's bedside table that wasn’t there a moment ago.

The room is permeated only by the sound of Crowley’s soft coughs and sniffles as Aziraphale putters around the room, pulling back the bedding and setting pillows on the floor – some things just need to be done by hand. When she’s done, Crowley wastes no time at all curling up beneath the quilt and sighing, with relief this time, Aziraphale can’t help but notice.

“S’nice,” Crowley mumbles into her pillow. “Angellll,” she almost whines the endearment, which makes Aziraphale laugh.

“Yes, dear?”

“S’cold in here,” Crowley says, not looking up at her. “What’re you waiting for?”

Aziraphale smiles and she climbs into bed beside Crowley. “I’m right here,” she says, hardly opening her arms at all before Crowley is scuttling into them, her own long arms and legs tangling so completely with Aziraphale’s that she’s fairly sure neither of them know where one stops and the other begins.

Aziraphale curls herself in close, nuzzling a kiss to the top of Crowley’s rumpled red hair. “This is nice,” she repeats happily. There is a pile of books on her bedside table for when Crowley inevitably falls asleep, but she has a feeling she won’t even want to move to get to them with how perfectly warm and comfortable it is just like this, Crowley warm and soft and sick enough that she lets herself be held.

“Y’feel good,” Crowley says. “Soft. Angel-y.”

“Angel-y,” Aziraphale repeats, rubbing Crowley’s arm when she shivers.

“Mm, big fan,” Crowley says with a yawn. She’ll be out in a matter of moments, getting the sleep she so clearly needs to fight off whatever cold she picked up. She looks up at Aziraphale, face pale and nose pink around the edges from the near-constant sneezing and rubbing, and Aziraphale really can’t help but lean down and kiss first the tip of her nose, then her lips, softly, comfortingly.

Crowley chases her lips with her own, steals another little kiss, making it last a little longer this time, trying to tempt Aziraphale into more though they both know she hardly has the energy for more than this: lazy kisses and soft touches beneath the blanket.

Aziraphale pulls away first, brushes another kiss to Crowley’s cheek. “Nice try,” she says, still smiling. “Sleep now, sweetheart. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“Nnnh, and people think you’re the nice one,” Crowley complains. She follows it up with another huge yawn, though, which takes some of the bite out of it. Well, the yawn and the fact that she’s clinging onto Aziraphale like her life depends on it, her stuffy nose now tucked into Aziraphale collarbone.

“You’re right, I am secretly the mean one. Though that means you’re the–”

“Sssssh, sleep now, you’re right,” Crowley says quickly, and Aziraphale laughs again. “Goodnight, angel,” she says.

Aziraphale kisses her forehead one last time. “Goodnight, dear.”

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Surrender

Surrender

by Mimisempai

Aziraphale doesn't want to get up and leave the warmth of his bed, but his sense of duty is the strongest. Unless a certain demon uses the right arguments...

Words: 691, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 7 of Ineffable love

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Lazy Mornings, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff, They like holding hands

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[southernpansy666]

Bad Omens Book 4: Ineffable Part 1 (Full Length Novel)

Bad Omens Book 4: Ineffable Part 1

By SouthernPansy666

Good o

Prologue

Eden Alexandria Queen Fell folded up her tartan blanket and Doctor Who TARDIS blanket and placed them on the bed. She had another nightmare. They weren't as frequent as they used to be but whenever they returned, they were still very intense.

But this one was a little different from the others….it was Death, coming for her with the flaming sword, followed by swirling images of Hastur, Sandalphon and Aamon lunging towards her….followed by fire and blood….

Eden pushed the images away as she them grabbed Ducky from his shelf along with her newest companion, Doctor Bear. A teddy bear dressed as the Tenth Doctor, one of her 25th birthday presents. He had been a great source of comfort ever since she got him. Star, Eden's dog, wagged her tail in excitement as Eden placed Doctor Bear, Ducky and her Paddington in a tote bag are gathered up the blankets.

"Come on girl." Star followed Eden out of the cottage. Eden didn't want to disturb her parents, she overheard her Daddy, Crowley have another nightmare and it was a bad one….whether it was about Paris, last Halloween or the War…..she couldn't be sure. Her Papa and him had talked so quietly that she couldn't really make out what they were saying.

She and Star stopped by Samwise Gamgee's stable and the old horse seemed to be expecting them.

At long last, the group was inside the TARDIS. Eden had strewn about blankets on the floor so they would be more comfortable. She draped the tartan blanket over Samwise and her plushies were snuggled next to her along with Star. Eden then pulled her Doctor Who blanket around her and drifted to sleep. Clutching her sonic screwdriver and her TARDIS key.

Chapter 1

Aziraphale tiptoed down the hallway until he reached Eden's room. The dark blue TARDIS door was left open by a crack, which meant that Crowley had checked on her not to long ago. Which was good, the demon had been sleeping a bit better lately.

As for the angel…..it had been difficult. He mostly had been spending the nights reading and watching over Crowley, ready to step in whenever a nightmare became too intense. And now during the nightly routine he took it upon himself to check on Eden.

Aziraphale gently pushed the door open a bit more and his gaze found his daughter, sound asleep underneath her Doctor Who blanket, blue TARDIS'S swirling among the stars. Aziraphale beamed at the sight. Eden was snuggled next to her black and white dog, Star. Both of them warm and snuggled under the blanket.

Aziraphale had grown quite fond of the dog and was relieved to see both of them sleeping peacefully.

For an entire year and some time after…..he would dread his daughter having to either sleep and be tormented by nightmares or to wake and be in terrible pain.

Aziraphale slipped in the room and approached the bedside and he gently reached out to stroke Eden's flame red curls, reminding himself yet again that it was no longer damp with blood.

Aziraphale felt a lump in his throat at the memory but he pushed it away.

That didn't matter now. His Little One was here, safe in bed and alive. Under his protection.

Aziraphale had no idea how long he stood at the bedside, watching over Eden and Star when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder.

"Angel." It was Crowley. "Everything okay?"

Aziraphale squeezed his husband's hand tightly. "Everything is fine my love. I just thought I pop in and check on the girls." Aziraphale leaned down and gave Eden and Star a kiss.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Crowley asked his voice sharp with concern.

"I haven't been sleeping dear, you know that."

"I know, why do you think I'm worried?" The two of them left the room and as Crowley shut the door Aziraphale replied, "But I would like to get some rest, do you think you can help me with that dear boy?"

Crowley smiled softly. "Of course angel."

Chapter 2

Archangel Gabriel stared at the small black box in his hand. He opened the lid and examined the ring for what must have been the millionth time today. His tailor referred him to a jeweler friend of his and he did not disappoint.

The ring was a crystal blue star cut diamond with a silver band. The band was a silver serpent with two tiny blue diamonds for its eyes. It was perfect. Or to be more accurate, ineffable.

Gabriel had taken upon himself to find the means to make his bond with Eden both official and permanent, and fortunately for him, Aziraphale was more than willing to help. The angel had practically wept tears of joy when the Archangel revealed to the Principality that he wanted to "marry" Eden. Gabriel had learned of the term and its meaning the more time he spent with the Fells, and the Archangel determined very quickly that he wanted what Aziraphale and Crowley had with Eden.

Chapter 3

Archangel Gabriel had just stepped into the bookshop when Aziraphale rounded the corner smiling from ear to ear. "How did the ring turn out?"

Gabriel grinned as he handed Aziraphale the small box. "I think she'll like it."

"Oh its stunning!" Aziraphale gushed, "She will definitely love it. Although, if you don't mind me asking, why did you choose this particular design?" Aziraphale was genuinely curious. Aziraphale had taken his pinky ring, melted it down and had it made into two different rings for them, one the shape of angel wings and the other the shape of a serpent.

Aziraphale glanced down at his golden serpent ring fondly as Gabriel replied, "I chose this blue diamond because it reminds me of her eyes, the star cut in honor of our second outing under the stars…." Aziraphale smiled. That had been the night Eden had snuck out to meet the Archangel. "And I don't think I need to explain the snake band."

"Definitely not." Aziraphale concurred as Gabriel suddenly realized something. "Where is Eden? And Crowley for that matter?" The bookshop felt strange without seeing or hearing Eden and Crowley's raucous laughter or their own form of banter.

"Not to worry." Aziraphale replied with a smug grin. "I sent them both too run some errands, we have plenty of time. Now let's go to the back room, I put the kettle on just before you got here. I want to hear how you plan to propose to my Little One!"

Gabriel smiled but then realized something, "What about Crowley? We-I mean, I still need to tell him and get his blessing…."

"We'll worry about that later, now come along, don't keep your future father in law waiting!"

Chapter 4

Crowley laughed as he watched Eden try to sneak a bite from a freshly washed carrot. One of the many errands that had to be done was to pick the vegetables from the garden. While Crowley was washing another carrot, a tannish brown arm had appeared at his side and was very sneakily dragging a carrot across the countertop.

"Queenie, just eat the damn carrot. You're killing me!" Crowley snorted. The hand, that was serving as the creatures head, opened in shock, then grabbed the carrot and disappeared.

"Now, will the snek come back and try a tomato?"

Chapter 5

"I'm going to take her to your stargazing place. At night of course so the clearing will be lit with starlight. I'll have the picnic table there all spruced up with a spread of food, Fish N' Chips and lemonade, the first meal we ever had together. And….I'll pop the question either during or after the meal. I haven't decided yet."

Aziraphale beamed as he refilled the Archangel's tea cup. "That sounds so romantic Gabriel. I'm truly happy for you both."

Gabriel shrugged, "She hasn't even said yes yet."

"I'm sure she will. She loves you very much and she has told me that she would like to get married one day….although at the time neither of us would have guessed it would be you!"

Gabriel let out a sigh of relief, but it caught in his throat when Aziraphale concluded, "Now we just have to tell Crowley and everything will be tickety boo!"

Chapter 6

As the two angels enjoyed their tea, Gabriel asked, "How have you all been doing?" The Archangel felt his stomach twist when Aziraphale's expression turned into a worried look. "Crowley and I…..we're doing much better but we have are good days along with some bad…but…"

"But?"

Aziraphale sighed, "It's Eden. I'm really worried…"

Gabriel tensed, "Has her PTSD gotten worse? Has the holy fire damaged her further?" The Archangel had half a mind to run to South Downs right then and there.

"No, nothing like that. She seems to be doing fine, like us she has her good days and bad….it's just….she's been spending a lot of time in her TARDIS."

"Is that a bad thing?" Gabriel asked confused.

"Usually no, but she spends most of her days there…and nights. We found her sleeping in there with her stuffed animals and Samwise and Star. Good thing Crowley has a spare key to the TARDIS otherwise we wouldn't be able to check on her."

"I have been busy planning and preparing for this proposal…..I haven't been spending as much time with her as normal…." Gabriel admitted guiltily, already blaming himself for this turn of events.

"Now there will be none of that Gabriel! I've told Eden that you're renovating your cottage so she won't become suspicious. This actually started a little while before you asked for my blessing for this proposal." Aziraphale took a sip of tea and continued. "Perhaps this proposal is what she needs. You genuinely make her happy."

"And I intend to keep it that way."

Chapter 7

Crowley, his hands shaking, gathered up the pile of bloody towels and washcloths. He and Aziraphale had just finished cleaning the blood from their daughter's corpse. Eden was now dressed in one of her unicorn nightgowns and he draped a tartan blanket over her. It felt wrong to leave her there with no blanket, especially when she was so cold…..

"I must go check on Gabriel." Aziraphale said tightly, tears still fell from his husband's eyes as the angel left Eden's bedroom to check on the Archangel.

Something inside Crowley snapped as he scooped up his daughter's limp body yet again. He hugged her close, attempted to resurrect her again and when his healing didn't work he snarled under his breath, "You promised." Tears fell onto Eden's pale face. "You promised that you would protect her. Is this what your plan was all along? To have my daughter die in agony?" Crowley bared his teeth as he looked up at the ceiling, ignoring the glow in the dark stars that he himself had put there when he finished building the nursery all those years ago. "After everything that Aziraphale did for you and humanity…..she was the sweetest and kindest girl in the world but you still let her die…..you did nothing while Lucifer……" Crowley broke into a sob but regained his composure and spat, "Fuck you and your Ineffable Plan. Fuck you."

Chapter 8

When Aziraphale didn't find Eden in her room reading he decided to check the TARDIS. It was parked just beyond the vegetable garden where Eden's reading clearing and their picnic area was nearby.

Eden had been spending a lot of time there lately, more so than usual…

"Eden, Little One? Are you there? May I come in?" The angel asked as he knocked gently.

"Yes Papa?" Eden replied, forcing her voice to sound normal when the door creaked open. The sudden knock had scared her half to death.

"You've been out here for quite awhile, are you alright love?" Aziraphale instinctively reached out and ran a hand through her untamed curls.

"Yeah, just reading. " Eden replied casually as Aziraphale inspected the tartan bow barrette in her hair, making sure it was straight. "We'll then, how about we get supper started? How does spaghetti and meatballs sound? Your father has already started on the meatballs…"

The angel smiled ever wider when Eden brightened up at his words, "Oh yes please! I'm starving!" There she was. His Little One, smiling and happy. As the two of them walked towards South Downs hand in hand, Eden took a quick glance back at the TARDIS, anxious to return as soon as she could.

Chapter 9 Aziraphale set the batch of freshly baked sugar cookies on the counter. "There we are, now, how about we make some icing for these cookies? Vanilla and chocolate?" Aziraphale turned and realized that he was alone in the kitchen. He darted to the back door and peered out and sure enough, he saw Eden entering the TARDIS.

Chapter 10 Crowley felt his heart tear in half as another bout of coughing erupted from Eden. "Unnnngh." she moaned as she drifted awake. "Ow."

Aziraphale placed a gentle hand on their daughter's chest, "Easy darling…easy…." Aziraphale glanced at Crowley. "Love, I think she needs another blanket." Ever since this fever hit, Eden had been shivering nonstop. "Papa…." Eden moaned.

"I'm here my dearest." Aziraphale replied as he gently cradled Eden in his arms, making sure that she was still covered by the blankets. "It hurts and I'm cold…."

"I'll be back in a second." Crowley said tightly as he opened the bedroom door and stepped into the hallway…..

And was met with the sight of the Archangel Gabriel, sitting on the floor in the hallway with his back against the wall. The Archangel was hunched over, hugging his knees. He must have been here all night and most of the day, Crowley realized.

"How is she?" Gabriel asked as he lifted his head, his purple gaze filled with worry.

"Not good." Crowley replied curtly. Crowley saw fresh tears in the Archangel's eyes. "When….when can I see her?" His voice was sharp with desperation to see the woman he loved. "I don't know. " Crowley replied honestly. "We've been trying to get her to rest but the blasted coughing keeps bothering her…and the damn pain isn't helping her either." Crowley barely finished his sentence as he quickly turned away and went to his and Aziraphale's bedroom to collect their extra blankets.

As Crowley passed the Archangel to deliver the haul of blankets, Gabriel rasped, "Please, take my blankets from the guest room and give them to Eden. She needs them more than I do."

Gabriel gazed up at the amber eyed demon and added, "Tell her that I'm here for her." Crowley's expression was unreadable but Gabriel didn't want to bother trying to figure out what he was thinking. He simply wanted the okay to go see Eden if only for a few minutes. The last time he visited her she barely had the strength to talk to him or look at him with those beautiful eyes of hers. Gabriel hung his head and hugged his knees when Crowley went back into Eden's bedroom.

Gabriel felt something soft and warm being draped over his shoulders. It was a blanket. He looked up and he met the teary eyes of Crowley. "Come on in, she's been asking for you."

Chapter 11

Crowley was brought out of the memory by the sound of Aziraphale and Eden entering the cottage. Crowley savored the sound of his daughter and husband laughing and greeted them both with a smile.

After a scrummy meal of spaghetti and meatballs with homemade garlic bread, Crowley and Aziraphale stepped out of the dining room with Crowley as Eden began to clear the table.

"She seems alright to me angel." Crowley whispered. "I think you might be overreacting a bit."

"Crowley, I have every right to do so after everything she has been through!" Aziraphale replied tightly.

Crowley shrugged. "She told us about her nightmare that night when it happened, unlike before when she wouldn't tell us anything at all. Yes, I would have preferred it if she woke us, but she went to her TARDIS, her sanctuary. Isn't that why we built it for her?"

"That's what bothers me Crowley. " Aziraphale said sternly. "This isn't normal. Not at all. We should have been the first people she came to, not to that infernal blue box!"

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that we need to get her back into the old routine. No more squandering her days in the TARDIS."

Crowley said, "I think she just wants her space….and she doesn't spend every moment in the TARDIS angel. She still works with you at the shop and she's pretty much been back to her old schedule since Gabriel hasn't been around lately." And that was fine by Crowley. Things were back to normal at the shop, he and Eden were back to their normal shenanigans, (which entailed scaring off customers who were staying to long or just getting Aziraphale to stop working so he could join in on their fun)…. The demon had been enjoying the Archangel's absence.

Aziraphale had nearly lost his patience. "That's at the shop. I'm talking about here at South Downs. She's starting to shut us out again Crowley, we can't let that happen. We need to get back into the routine here, until Gabriel is free to spend time with her again."

Crowley arched an eyebrow, "Speaking of which, where has that pompous bellend been lately?" Since it was just the three of them again at the moment, Crowley was back to being the one who would take Eden out for lunch during her breaks, along with Papa of course. Fine by him.

"Did that fuckface say something that upset her? If he did I swear I'll-"

"No dear." Aziraphale cut him off mid snarl. "He's renovating his cottage. Eden is aware of this…"

The fathers froze at the sound of Eden's call, "Daddy, Papa, I cleaned up. I'm going back to the TARDIS now."

Aziraphale shot Crowley a pleading look as Eden headed for the back door.

"Hey Queenie, why don't we do the dishes really quick and maybe, if you'd like, we can pick up where we left off on our D&D campaign. We haven't played in awhile…."

When Eden hesitated, Aziraphale added, "I'll put the kettle on and whip up a batch of snickerdoodles, your favorite Little One."

"Maybe tomorrow night guys. I'm not in the mood."

Once Eden shut the door behind her Aziraphale turned to Crowley. "You see what I mean?"

After a moment, Crowley nodded. "Yeah, that's definitely not normal…..I'm going to make a call, be back in a minute."

Aziraphale peeked out the window, and watched Eden enter the TARDIS without even glancing back at the cottage.

Chapter 12

Eden yawned and rubbed her eyes, she had lost track of how long she'd been in here again. She had been on the TARDIS'S computer, which was built into the console, and she had finally made her decision. But it wasn't time to act on it yet. She needed sleep and more importantly, wait for Gabriel to be free to come see her.

As Eden entered the cottage, she was greeted by her Papa, who had a mug of cocoa in his hand. "Oh Little One, I was just about to come out to see you! I made you some cocoa." Eden accepted the mug and thanked him.

Aziraphale guided her to the living room and they sat together on the couch. "The Youngs are coming over for afternoon tea tomorrow."

"That sounds nice." Eden replied, it would be good to see her best friends Bella and Adam Young.

"They'll be bringing little Terry along-"

"Terry?" Eden instantly brightened at the mention of her godson. Her best friends Dr Bella Young and Adam Young had a son at the beginning of the year, Terry Neil Young, and Eden was his godmother.

Crowley entered the room and added, "Yeah. And Bella and Adam want to make arrangements for you to start babysitting the little bugger."

"Really?" Eden brightened up instantly. "Oh Daddy can we go to the toy store down the street from the bookshop? I saw the cutest bear that I know Terry will love!"

Crowley grinned. "Of course love whatever you want." As Eden darted to the front door, Aziraphale said, "Thank you love."

Chapter 13

"Eden Alexandria Queen Fell, will you marry me? No that is too dull….Edie, you are absolutely ineffable and I….ugh!" Gabriel had been struggling to find the right words to propose to Eden, not to mention, he had no idea how he was going to ask Crowley for his blessing…..

The Archangel jumped when there was a knock on his door. He quickly shoved the ring in his pants pocket and darted to the door. To his delight he was greeted by the sight of Eden and her godson Terry Neil. "Hi Gabriel!" Eden smiled up at him as little Terry sucked on his thumb.

The Archangel felt his heart ache. He had been spending weeks preparing for this proposal. But these past two weeks have been the hardest. He wanted to use as much time as he needed to practice the words he was going to say when he popped the question. But it came with a price. He hadn't been able to spend time with Eden. These past two weeks felt like an eternity.

"Eden." Gabriel said breathlessly, he rushed forward and pulled her into a hug. "I've really missed you." "I missed you too, my love." Eden murmured, breathing in his familiar scent of lavender mixed with vanilla. "But you're crushing me and the baby."

Eden giggled as Gabriel apologized to Terry as he quickly pulled away. "I was wondering if you would like to take a break from renovating your cottage and come have lunch with us at South Downs." Eden said as she passed Terry to Gabriel. The baby really liked him and to Eden's delight, the Archangel, it turned out, was quite fond of children.

"That sounds lovely." Gabriel said as he shut the door behind him.

"So how's the renovation coming along?" Eden asked as they made their way down the dirt trail that would lead them to South Downs. Gabriel was pushing Terry in his stroller and nearly halted in surprise at the unexpected question.

"Oh uh it's coming along great….should be done in about a week!"

Gabriel fought the urge to not sigh in relief when Eden changed the subject as they saw the cottage in the distance.

Chapter 14

"So it seems you have solved the TARDIS problem?" Gabriel asked as he bounced Terry on his knee, just like Aziraphale showed him. The two angels were enjoying one another's company in the family room.

"Yes." Aziraphale said with a bright smile. "Eden seems to be back on track, Crowley and I are making sure she is kept busy and that we spend time with her. And she's really gravitated to her new duties as Terry's babysitter. Not to mention caring for Star and Samwise helps her too."

"That's good to hear." Gabriel replied, relieved. "I'm going to get back to spending time with her, I feel particularly responsible for this."

"Don't say or think that Gabriel." Aziraphale said. "She just needs to be reminded that she has a life that is worth living. Here and with us. That is all."

"All the same I can't bear to be apart from her anymore…"

Aziraphale nodded, "I understand dear. Now let's go see how our two gingers are doing…." The sound of splashing and raucous laughter, along with some vulgar language could be heard.

Eden and Crowley were tasked with washing vegetables for their salads and it obviously wasn't going well.

"Yeah, we better get in there before they flood the kitchen. " Gabriel concurred as he scooped up Terry and followed Aziraphale into the kitchen.

Chapter 15

As the group ate their meal, Gabriel couldn't help but smile at the sight of Eden feeding Terry his baby food, even going as far as to not to touch her own meal until after the baby had been seen too. The Archangel found it quite endearing how much Eden cared for the baby…the sight of the two together gave the Archangel yet another yearning….a yearning he couldn't really place. Instinctively, Gabriel reached towards his back pocket and felt his blood turn to ice. The ring was gone.

Meanwhile, Terry had finally ate his fill and Eden scooped the chubby boy into her arms and made her way upstairs so he could take a nap in her old crib, which had been brought out of the basement for Eden's new job.

Crowley realized that he left his sun glasses in the family room on the coffee table. He excused himself and as he made his way towards the family room, Gabriel suddenly shot under the dining table. "Bellend." Crowley muttered. He didn't want to know what or why the Archangel had been acting weird….moreso than usual. As long as the Archangel respected his little girl and didn't interfere with him spending time with her…. Crowley grabbed his glasses from the coffee table but then something sparkling and blue caught his eye….

Chapter 16

"What the bloody hell are you doing down there?" Aziraphale demanded the very second the Archangel Gabriel ducked under the dining room table. In all of his six thousand years, the Principality thought he would have never seen such a sight. "The ring….it's gone…" Gabriel replied breathlessly. "It was just in my pocket but now it's gone!" "Shit." Aziraphale swore as he too ducked under the table. "Did you check all of your pockets?"

"Of course I did! They were the first place I checked!"

After a moment of scanning the dining room floor Aziraphale said, "I don't think its here." The poor Archangel was pushing the chairs out of the way and looking under them even though it was clear that the ring was no where in sight.

"Then where could it be? I haven't taken it out of my pocket ever since I got here!" Gabriel's voice became strained with panic. "Now dear, stay calm, let's think, where have you been within the last couple of hours?"

Realization dawned on the Archangel. "The family room."

Aziraphale nodded. "Alright then, that's a start why don't we-"

Suddenly a growl cut off Aziraphale mid-sentence, "Wot the hell is this?"

Gabriel and Aziraphale peeked out from under the table and were greeted by the sight of a very pissed looking Crowley, holding the very ring that the two angels were searching for.

"Fuck." said Gabriel.

Chapter 17

"Crowley I can explain-" Gabriel began hurriedly, for fear of Crowley going off on an enraged tangent, "I wasn't going to propose to Eden until I got your blessing. I have already talked with Aziraphale and-"

Crowley interrupted, "You knew about this Angel?" Crowley glared at his husband, shocked and a little bit hurt.

"Yes dear boy. Gabriel came to me with many questions about how to make things official with our Eden and I gave my blessing."

Gabriel cut in, "And I was hoping for yours Crowley before I asked her….believe me this is not how I wanted to tell you or have you find out-" Crowley tossed Gabriel the ring and the Archangel caught it, grasping it tightly.

"I'm a demon, we don't bless anything." And without another word Crowley left the dining room.

"Crowley!" Aziraphale exclaimed as he crawled out from under the table. "I'll talk to him, soften him up a bit. Don't let his foul mood stop you my dear. You and Eden deserve your life together and if you need help with anything you only need to ask."

Gabriel watched as Aziraphale darted after his husband and quickly pocketed the ring when Eden returned to the dining room. "Gabe, Terry is finally asleep and Papa said that we can go ahead and get our dessert. What would you like? Papa and I made a cheesecake yesterday…"

Gabriel was instantly put at ease by Eden's blue serpentine eyes and loving smile. "Cheesecake sounds delicious."

Chapter 18

"Crowley that was very rude of you. And uncalled for, and unnecessary….not to mention embarrassing..…"

Crowley just sat on their bed and shrugged. "It's the truth. We don't give blessings."

"Oh don't give me that Anthony J Crowley!" Aziraphale snapped. "He wants to become an official member of this family and you didn't even consider his feelings or our daughter's."

Crowley didn't reply and just lay back on the bed, his arms crossed behind his head. Aziraphale sighed. "I had hoped that after everything Eden and Gabriel endured together, you would actually be happy when Gabriel brought this up to you….not be an ass. He truly loves her Crowley and she loves him, I know you can sense it now." Crowley forced himself not to fidget under Aziraphale's unbreakable blue gaze. "I'm going back downstairs, feel free to join us when you are done being an arsehole."

Alone at last Crowley stared up at the ceiling. The day he had always dreaded had finally come but in all honesty he didn't think it would come so soon. What was worse was that his husband was right. Crowley had been able to sense Eden's bond with the Archangel ages ago.

Crowley turned to the bedside dresser and grabbed the picture in a frame made of buttons. Eden and Aziraphale had made it for him as a Father's Day present when she was one. And the picture was of the three of them on a picnic, with little one year old Eden in her little sailor dress. Since she was so little at the time, Aziraphale did the frame but Eden's contribution was the globs of pink and red glitter.

But the sight of the red glitter suddenly reminded him of the blood that stained the pavement of the Tadfield Airbase as it pooled around Eden as she fought for breath in his husband's arms.

Crowley's hands began to tremble and he quickly set the picture down.

Crowley rose to his feet and made his way downstairs, clenching his fist, willing them to stop shaking. What was he worried about? Eden may not even say yes….

Chapter 19

Aziraphale rushed to the door when he heard a knock. He wasn't surprised when he met the nervous purple gaze of Archangel Gabriel.

The Archangel was dressed in a casual plaid shirt and jeans, "Is Eden busy?" Gabriel asked. "It's a lovely night and I wanted to see if she would like to join me for a starlit picnic."

Aziraphale smiled warmly in greeting but then his smile faltered. "She isn't busy Gabriel but I'm afraid she is in the TARDIS….she has been in there for most of the evening…." Gabriel felt his heart twist with concern. This wasn't like Eden at all.

Chapter 20

Eden was fiddling with the buttons and controls of the console and even typing on the TARDIS'S computer when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Eden darted to the twin doors and opened one slowly, peeking around the door, only to fling it open when she met the piercing purple gaze of the Archangel Gabriel. "Gabriel? What are you doing here this late in the evening?"

"I wanted to see if you would like to join me for a evening picnic." He followed Eden inside the TARDIS. Eden flopped down on the rickety couch and sighed. "Did Papa put you up to this?" Eden pulled her sonic screwdriver from her pocket and fiddled with it.

"No, I actually would like to take you out for a picnic." Gabriel replied. "But Aziraphale did express his concern about you spending a lot of time in here….a lot more than normal."

Eden didn't reply as Gabriel sat down beside her. "He also said that he hasn't been able to get a answer from you when you have your talks at the shop."

Eden shrugged. Gabriel reached out a held her hand. "He says you change the subject. Edie, can you at least talk to me? This isn't like you at all."

After a long pause, Eden's serpentine gaze finally met his and Gabriel was instantly captivated by them once again. "Do you still want to see the world?"

Gabriel blinked slightly taken aback, "Well…yes…of course. But after everything that has happened within the last two years….I've been focusing on other things."

Eden's gaze didn't waver. "What if I could show you the world right now?" Eden rose to her feet and helped Gabriel to stand and led him to the console. Gabriel stared at the computer screen, not at all sure what he was seeing. "This is just a list of locations, along with maps, landmarks…"

"It's an itinerary of sorts." Eden clarified. "I've been working on this for ages. I want you to see and explore this world with me….and I want to explore it with you."

"Edie-"

"I've already seen the world with my parents, but there's so much you still need to see and experience and I want to do it with you."

Before Gabriel could reply Eden finished with a soft, "Before something else happens."

Chapter 21

"What do you mean by that?" Gabriel demanded, clasping Eden's hands tightly.

Eden took a breath before finally answering. "I'm scared Gabriel. I want to experience as much as I can with what little time I have left."

"Eden, why are you talking like this? Where is this coming from?"

"I-I guess I just feel like I'm living on borrowed time, and I don't want to risk missing anything with you."

"Because of the War?" Gabriel prompted gently. Eden nodded. "And everything that happened afterwards. I don't think we've seen the last of Heaven or Hell."

Gabriel reached up and stroked the slanted scar on Eden's cheek. "Have you talked to your parents about this?" Eden shook her head. "No. If they knew I was planning this trip…I was afraid that they would try to stop me. They've been going out of their way to keep me out of here. I don't mean to linger, it's just so soothing in here when my thoughts get too overwhelming."

"I think you're overthinking Edie." Gabriel said reassuringly. "I think both Heaven and Hell have finally gotten the message to leave us alone."

Eden melted into his warm hand as it caressed her scarred cheek. "And if either one of them ever tries anything to hurt you or your family again, they'll have to go through me."

Gabriel gently pulled Eden into his arms and held her close.

"But what about the world?" Eden murmured, burying her face in Gabriel's warm chest. "Don't you still want to see it?"

Gabriel buried his face in her flame red curls and replied. "The world can wait. I have more important things to see." They pulled apart to meet one another's gaze. "Now, how about that picnic?"

Eden glanced around at the familiar surroundings of the TARDIS.

"Yeah, a picnic does sound nice. Lead the way Gabe."

Chapter 22

"Oooh." Eden gushed at the sight of her family's star gazing clearing. The soft green grass was alight with the pale blue light of glowing pale blue spheres.

"Blue stars?" Eden glanced at Gabriel, amazed.

"Yes. I took a few lessons from Aziraphale on how to make stars. He himself learned a lot from your lessons with Crowley."

"Is this what you have been working on at your cottage?" Eden asked as Gabriel led her to the tartan picnic blanket waiting for them, an impressive spread of food waiting for them.

Gabriel nodded. "Yes, I wanted to treat you to a starlit picnic." Gabriel helped her to sit down on the blanket and quickly changed the subject. "I packed us a kale salad with some chicken drumsticks. Your favorite." As the two of them unpacked the picnic basket he continued, "With cinnamon rolls for dessert and for the drinks…I brought wine and lemonade. I didn't know what you would prefer so I brought both." "You're so thoughtful Gabe." Eden murmured as Gabriel poured the drinks.

Chapter 23

Crowley made his way through the foliage. He had suspected something was up when Aziraphale told him that Eden would not be joining them for dinner. So while the angel was preparing their evening meal, Crowley took it upon himself to follow Eden's scent, which was almost immediately overwhelmed by the Archangel Gabriel's scent. The two scent trails led him to Eden's TARDIS but then it veered off into Epping Forest. Which meant that they were alone in the woods at night.

It wouldn't hurt to check on Eden. Crowley told himself.

Chapter 24

"That was scrummy." Eden murmured as she snuggled against Gabriel's warm chest. They had just finished the meal and were now gazing at the blue stars that encircled the clearing.

Gabriel turned and glanced at Eden, her blue eyes even more stunning in the starlit clearing. Now was his chance.

"Edie, do you ever think about what's next for us?"

"Seeing the world together of course." Eden replied, disappointed when Gabriel pulled away to lock eyes with her.

"I mean something more permanent, like what your parents have."

"What?" Eden asked.

"An arrangement where we can be together. Where I can take care of you and we can be happy together for our entire existence." He smiled when Eden just gaped at him. "What are you saying Gabe?"

Gabriel continued, "From the very first moment I laid eyes on you, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. But even before I saw you, I heard you laugh and it filled me with joy and yearning. Yearning for someone who cares for me as much as I care for them, but Eden you gave me so much more than I ever asked for. You welcomed me with kindness, acceptance, and unconditional love. Which is something that Heaven abandoned ages ago. You've given me the gift of joy and laughter. I have never experienced any of these things until I met you and these past two years have been the happiest of my entire existence."

Eden blinked then rasped as tears stung her eyes. "But what about when….?" She touched her scarred cheek.

Gabriel caressed the hand that was touching her cheek. "Every moment you were gone, I ached for you. When we found a way to get you back, I didn't dare let anything stop me. And….and when you were recovering….I didn't dare lose hope. Because losing you again is simply not my department." "Pfft." Eden giggled. "You really mean that love?"

"Every word." Gabriel replied as he reached into his back pocket pulling out the ring.

"Gabriel!" Eden gasped, the ring was beautiful.

"Eden Alexandria Queen Fell, will you marry; and spend the rest of eternity with me, even though eternity isn't long enough…" Gabriel reached out, took Eden's hand and slipped the ring on her ring finger. "I love you so much Eden, more than you’ll ever know-OOF!" Gabriel was suddenly on his back as Eden collided with him in a big bear hug.

"YES YES YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES!" Eden squealed with delight. "I love you too Gabriel." she said in a softer voice. "So very much."

Gabriel laughed, blushing, his face bright red as he and Eden kissed passionately.

Ineffable. Gabriel thought as he and Eden melted in one another's arms.

From the bushes, a pair of piercing amber orange eyes stared at the couple. "Ngk." said Crowley

Chapter 25

Aziraphale had just finished preparing his and Crowley’s supper when he heard the demon enter the kitchen. Crowley was oddly quiet as the two set the table but Aziraphale ignored it, he assumed that his husband was still sour about the impending proposal.

Aziraphale was just getting ready to bring the subject up again when suddenly he heard the front door creak open and a voice call out, "DADDY! PAPA! You won't believe this! I can't believe it!"

Eden dashed into the dining room. "Papa, Papa! Gabriel just asked me to marry him! And I said yes!"

Aziraphale got up from his chair as Eden ran to him and they hugged. "Oh how wonderful my darling! I'm so happy for you both, did he get you a ring?"

"Oh yeah, look, isn't it gorgeous?" As Aziraphale and Eden admired the ring, Gabriel entered the room, looking a little shy.

"Congratulations Gabriel." Aziraphale beamed. "I'm truly happy for the both of you." Aziraphale turned to Crowley who was still seated. "Crowley, dear boy, don't be rude. Come congratulate our daughter and Gabriel." When Crowley didn't reply, Eden said, "Daddy? Is something wrong?"

Crowley, forcing himself to maintain control, rose from his chair and pulled Eden into his arms. "Nothing is wrong Queenie. I'm so happy for you, congratulations."

Chapter 26

"Isn't it a lovely ring?" Eden asked the ducks as she fed them bread crumbs. She and Gabriel had made their way to St James Park to enjoy Eden's break. And Eden wanted to relax at the pond with the ducks before the two of them returned to the bookshop. Eden and Gabriel had brought a loaf of freshly baked bread from the local bakery to feed the ducks. "Of course it's not as lovely as my Gabriel, especially when he is being swarmed by all of your beautiful ducklings." Eden thought she would explode at the sight of the Archangel, whose lap was filled to the brim with fuzzy yellow and black ducklings. The ducks of St James had taken a shine to him, and Eden was anxious to introduce him to this year's clutch of ducklings and she wasn't disappointed.

Gabriel stroked a fuzzy yellow head with a gentle finger. "This one is my favorite. He's a bit of a show off, I like that." The little bugger would puff out his chest whenever he felt like he wasn't getting enough attention or bread crumbs. And he was clearly the center of attention while he sat in Gabriel's lap.

"Why do you think I named him Archie?" Eden replied with a wicked grin.

"I don't show off." Gabriel huffed.

"Yes you do….and I like that. I think it's cute." Before Gabriel could reply, Eden pecked him on the cheek. Blushing furiously, Gabriel helped Archie and the rest of the ducklings out of his lap while Eden doled out the rest of the bread crumbs.

Chapter 27

As Eden and Gabriel walked back to the bookshop, hand in hand, Gabriel asked, "Do you have any ideas about the wedding ceremony? I'm afraid that I don't know much about it other than what I read about."

Eden nodded, "Yeah me too. But there's a lot of preparation."

Gabriel glanced at Eden, "What sort of preparation? We say our vows in front of family and friends right? Followed by a meal and dancing…." Surely they could handle that?

Eden continued suddenly sounding uncertain. "I'm afraid there's a lot more to it than that. We have to decide what kind of meal we want. What kind of cake, what our vows will be. Who we want to invite as well as determine how many guests we will be hosting. Not to mention my wedding dress, the music that we want to hear during the ceremony…and the rehearsals…" Gabriel halted to meet Eden's now worried gaze. "How long does this usually take?" Eden swallowed. "A year…or two." Gabriel gasped, shocked. "But I don't want to wait that long. I want to start our life together as soon as we can."

Eden sighed. "I know honey, but we'll be able to work this out. If worse comes to worse we can just skip the formalities and we can just have a little get together with friends and family, have someone officiate and say our vows to each other that way. We don't have to go all out." "But I want to go all out…for you Edie." Gabriel rasped. "But I wish it didn't have to take so long." Eden suddenly grinned. "It might not have to. We can either do what you suggested or what I just suggested but until we make up our minds why don't we move in together?"

Gabriel did a double take. "What?"

Eden smiled from ear to ear, "Archangel fucking Gabriel, would you like a roommate? With benefits?"

Chapter 28 "Crowley, you have been acting off ever since Eden and Gabriel told us the good news. What's gotten your knickers in a knot?" "Hmph." Crowley pouted not looking up from his wine glass. But Aziraphale knew him all too well. "Oh love, surely you didn't think she would say no did you?"

"Maybe." Crowley grunted.

"Crowley…" Aziraphale began but was interrupted by the sound of the bookshop doors being opened. "Hey Daddy, Papa! Gabriel and I have some more good news!" Eden dashed into the shop, holding Gabriel by the hand, the Archangel grinning and blushing from ear to ear.

"What is it Little One?" Aziraphale asked, instantly excited by Gabriel and Eden's demeanor. "Gabriel and I aren't exactly sure when we'll set the date for our wedding." Eden began, "But since it's going to take us a while to plan everything out, I'm going to move in with him at Archangel Falls!"

Crowley spit out his wine, shocked, while Aziraphale stood there, suddenly silent, his expression unreadable. "We both want to start our life together as soon as possible….the concept of marriage and the entire process it entails seems like it will take time and careful planning." Gabriel said.

"But we don't want to wait that long, so we decided that I should move in with Gabe." Eden added. "That way we can be together."

Before Crowley could decide how he was going to react, Aziraphale smiled brightly and yanked the couple into a warm embrace. "I think that is a wonderful idea! But I don't want either of you two to worry about the wedding plans. I will assist you both in any way I can….hell I'll plan it myself!"

"Really Papa?" Eden beamed up at Aziraphale. Aziraphale ran a hand through her untamed curls. "Really sweetheart. I must confess that I have been fantasizing about this day for quite some time…" The angel suddenly got choked up. "And the day is finally here…my Little One is all grown up." Aziraphale then turned his teary blue gaze to the Archangel. "And I am truly so happy for you both. I can sense how much you care for one another. Your bond was strong even when you hadn't known each other for long but after everything you two have endured together these past couple years, your bond is stronger than ever before." Aziraphale turned to Crowley, who had risen from his seat and miracled away the spilt wine. "Isn't that right Crowley?" "Er, yeah!" Crowley said hurriedly. "Strong connection. Not surprised really." Crowley, forcing his hands to not tremble, shook Gabriel's hand and then pulled Eden into a tight hug. "I'm very happy for you Queenie….." But it felt like his heart was being ripped from his chest.

Chapter 29

Almost immediately Eden began to pack her things. Aziraphale and Crowley helped of course, but it was quite difficult. "Have you and Gabriel decided where your belongings are going to go?" Aziraphale asked as he watched Eden carefully wrap her Doctor Who figures in newspaper and place them in a box. "Not yet. We'll figure that out when I get settled at the Falls…Gabriel doesn't really have much stuff. Just clothes." Eden grinned, "Not that I'm complaining."

Crowley glanced at the dark blue TARDIS door. "What about your door Queenie? You've had it since you were seven."

Eden nodded. "Yeah definitely. Gabriel said I can bring it and we can use it for his…I mean our bedroom." Eden blushed.

"What do you mean, "Our bedroom?" Crowley asked, immediately not liking where this is going. "We'll, we're going to be sharing a bedroom of course. That's why he said I could bring my door so I could feel more at home. And he even wants me to decorate his room, I mean our room with my glow in the dark stars…." Crowley paled as a knock at the door was heard. "That's Gabe right now!" The Archangel insisted that he come and help Eden pack. "Crowley calm down." Aziraphale said when he saw his husband clenching his fist. "He has no ill intentions towards her."

"Grrrr." Crowley growled. "How can you be so okay with this angel?"

Aziraphale replied, his voice tight, "Because for a while I thought she would never get to experience the next chapter of her life. For so long despite how hard she fought I thought we would still lose her Crowley….and I feel the same for Gabriel. He has come so far and he loves her so much. But more importantly she is grown up and she needs to make her own decisions and live her own life. And it's our job to support her." Aziraphale then left the room to greet Gabriel leaving Crowley alone.

Chapter 30

"Don't worry Samwise, Gabriel is going to snap your stable in a nice spot next to the Falls. He already showed me around. It's very nice with plenty of places for you to graze and there are still lots of trails where I can ride you." Eden explained as she brushed his silvery mane. She had taken Samwise outside for a quick grooming so Gabriel could move Samwise's stable to its new location. The Archangel snapped his fingers and the stable disappeared.

Samwise huffed nervously. "Don't worry sweetie. We're going to walk you to your new home, Gabriel knows that you wouldn't like to be poofed."

Chapter 31 "Crowley." Aziraphale said when he found his husband sitting on Eden's bed. "I'm sure Eden would like it if you helped a bit more than just sitting there like a bump on a log." Everyone had been helping with packing Eden's belongings. But Crowley had just stopped helping and glumly sat on the bed. Star had seemed to notice his sadness and had her head on his lap.

"Gee I'd love to, but she can't seem to keep her eyes off of that Archangel."

Aziraphale sat on the bed next to Crowley. "Don't be like that." "I know you are acting like this because you have been dreading this….when you should have been anticipating it. Yes, I know this is difficult. She's grown up so quickly and she's gone through so much…..but Crowley, she will never stop being our daughter and we will never stop being her fathers." Aziraphale pecked him on the cheek.

"Mnh." Crowley huffed as he lay his head on Aziraphale's shoulder.

"Now, Gabriel just miracled Samwise's stable to the Falls and Eden asked me to come fetch you and Star so we can join them and get the animals settled into their new home."

"Okay Angel."

Chapter 32

The family and the animals walked on the dirt path quietly. "Daddy." said Eden.

"Yes Queenie." Crowley said.

"I don't want you to worry. I'm going to still be working with Papa at the shop. Things aren't going to change that much."

Oh Queenie everything is changing. Crowley thought.

"I'm happy to hear that my darling."

"But…" Crowley began. "Why don't we have a nice family dinner before you move in?"

Eden smiled. "That does sound nice. What are you two going to do with my old room?"

Crowley and Aziraphale shared a glance. The room was already empty except for the bed.

"It's going to be another spare room. For you and Gabriel whenever you two want to stay over." Aziraphale answered.

Chapter 33

Aziraphale and Crowley were sitting on Eden's bed again, clasping each other's hands tightly.

"It went by so fast." Aziraphale rasped.

"Much too fast." Crowley sniffed.

The memories filled their minds, both good and bad, and the tears fell.

"Daddy? Papa?" Eden popped her head into the room. Since her TARDIS door was gone, she easily heard the crying.

They had less than an hour to get ready and walk to the Falls and have a celebration meal for her and Gabriel to celebrate their new chapter together. Seeing her parents crying, she dashed into the room and knelt in front of her parents.

"Little One." Aziraphale replied, "We just can't believe that you're all grown up."

"Queenie." Crowley said after a few moments of weeping quietly. "I'm going to miss seeing you every morning and making you breakfast, and telling you goodnight…."

Before either of them could say anything more, Eden yanked them both into a hug. "I'll miss that too…"

Chapter 34

Gabriel stood in the doorway and watched Eden bid her parents goodbye. They all had made dinner together and once they all finished their meal the four sat and spent some time together in the family room for a bit before the late hour finally approached.

"You'll call if you need help with any of the unpacking?" Aziraphale asked as he ran his hand through Eden's wild curls. "Yes Papa. I will." They were getting teary eyed again.

"And you make sure that Archangel feeds you. Properly." Crowley added. "Daddy, you don't need to worry about that. Gabe takes good care of me. Although to be fair I could do with a little less feeding." Eden chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Nonsense." Crowley huffed. "There's nothing wrong with being well fed."

Crowley wanted to say so much more. He wanted to remind her of the "Twelve Inches" rule. And forbid her from going anywhere near the Archangel's bedroom but he bit his lip. "I love you so much my Eden, more than you’ll ever know." Crowley then turned to the Archangel.

"Take care of my little girl." The demon's amber orange eyes, usually sharp with suspicion, were now round with sadness and wariness.

Chapter 35

"Of course I will Crowley." Gabriel replied as Eden and her parents broke apart.

"Once you two get settled, give us a ring and we'll get you back onto the old schedule." All were looking forward to that at least. The routine would be back to normal and they would be back to seeing each other every day.

"Okay Papa."

"Are you okay Eden?" The Archangel instinctively wrapped his arms around her.

"I knew this was going to be hard….but not this hard."

"If you want to wait to move in together, we can wait if you want more time…"

Eden shook her head. "No. I want this. I want us." She buried her face in Gabriel's warm chest. "I just need a moment.

Once Eden regained her composure, she and Gabriel walked back into their cottage, did the dishes and went upstairs.

The two of them were now in the hallway, standing outside the Archangel's bedroom. "Er…" Gabriel began awkwardly. "I have the guest room prepared for you. I know that most couples usually share the same sleeping quarters…but I know that this is a big change for you…"

"I want to sleep with you Gabe." Eden answered without hesitating. "I don't want to be alone, and I don't want you to be alone anymore."

"Are you sure Edie?" Eden nodded. "Yes Gabe. A nice, long, uninterrupted cuddle is long overdue. Let me change into my jammies and unpack my Doctor Who blanket."

Chapter 36

Birdsong and warm sunshine woke Eden as it trickled in through the open bedroom window. Eden sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Good morning Edie." Gabriel walked in the room with a tray, a freshly made Full English Breakfast filled the room with its delicious smell. "Oh Gabriel you shouldn't have!" Eden said as Gabriel popped the tray's legs out and set it over Eden's lap.

"I've waited a long time for this Eden, I hope you like it." Gabriel kissed her scarred cheek.

"Aren't you hungry?" Eden asked. "You need to eat too." "I had some cereal. I'll be okay." Gabriel reassured. "Now eat up before it gets cold Edie."

"Pfft." Eden scoffed. "Cereal isn't a proper breakfast. Share this with me? Please? My handsome, lovely, gorgeous Archangel?" The pupils in Eden's crystal blue eyes dilated, making them look like fat ovals. It made her look adorable. "If you insist my love." Gabriel rasped. He couldn't resist that puppy dog look.

As the two of them finished their breakfast, Eden said, "You're just as good a cook as my Papa….and my Daddy." Both were excellent cooks.

Gabriel wiped his face with a napkin and replied. "They taught me a lot during your recovery, I'm glad I can finally cook for you." They clasped each other's hands tightly for a moment. "Can I help you cook? I did it with Papa…I would like to help you…"

"Of course Edie, whatever you want to do to make this transition easier for you. Archangel Falls is your home now." Gabriel replied as the two of them assumed the familiar position of last night's cuddle.

"No." Eden corrected with a smile. "Our home."

Chapter 37

"Why can't I put the glow stars on the ceiling?" Eden asked as she held onto the ladder. Gabriel had insisted that he would do it. "I don't want you to risk hurting yourself Eden."

They had finished unpacking and rearranging the Falls. They were working on putting the stars on the ceiling and then the TARDIS door would replace the current bedroom door.

Chapter 38 Aziraphale had been looking through the photo albums while Crowley would sit on the porch and gaze at the now empty spot where Eden's TARDIS had been.

Aziraphale jumped when the telephone rang.

Chapter 39 Hastur and Sandalphon shook hands, their faces lightning up with wicked grins. The time to strike was finally here. Two glowing yellow eyes peered over Hastur's shoulder. The beast growled, anxious to taste blood.

"Lead the way Sandalphon."

Chapter 40 To the delight of Aziraphale and Crowley, Eden, accompanied by Gabriel of course, got back into the old routine very quickly and she and Aziraphale resumed their work at the shop, and Aziraphale was overjoyed to be chosen by Eden to be the wedding planner.

So in-between working at the shop, plans for the wedding were officially underway.

Chapter 41

Gabriel rifled through the pictures and photos that lay out in front of him on Aziraphale's desk. "I would like the blue hydrangea." Gabriel said without hesitating.

"And I want purple roses." Eden said.

As Crowley jotted down the flowers the couple wanted, Aziraphale snapped his fingers and a myriad of cake slices appeared throughout the shop. "Now, I want you two to try these cakes, I miracled every flavor known to man, and most are replicas from your favorite bakery Little One."

Eden grabbed Gabriel and dragged him to the nearest plate. "Uh Papa, I love every bakery…in the world…"

Aziraphale grinned as Gabriel, who had still many more foods, including sweets to try, took a spoonful of a red velvet cake, courtesy of Eden, and wanted another bite.

"Cutter and Squidge." Aziraphale replied.

"Oh yes, that is my favorite." Eden said as she let Gabriel finish off the red velvet.

"Now, I'm more than willing to bake your wedding cake myself…"

"No Papa, that's too much for you, you're already doing enough." Eden grabbed a slice of chocolate lava cake and handed it to Gabriel.

"Daddy, where are we going to get the flowers?"

Crowley shrugged. "Our garden of course. We've always got blue hydrangeas….you remember…" Eden nodded. The pale blue flowers were among the flowers that sat on her windowsill during her year long recovery.

"And I know just where to get purple rose seeds, and a quick miracle will have them fully grown before you know it."

Chapter 42

"Ugh…never let me eat that much again." Gabriel groaned. He and Eden were sitting on their couch, exhausted from the day's festivities.

"Aww, do you have a stomach ache my angel?" Eden cooed rubbing Gabriel's stomach. "No..er..I've just never been this full before…" Gabriel was blushing furiously now.

"Don't worry, you'll feel better in a bit." Mesmerized by her serpentine blue gaze, his head lay against her soft bosom and he immediately felt sleep tugging his eyelids shut.

"What are you doing Eden?" Gabriel murmured.

"I want you to sleep, of course. It helps to sleep when you have a full tummy, now stop talking and may you dream of whatever you like best." Gabriel melted against Eden's soft body, wrapping his arms around her as Eden lay down flat on her back so the two of them would be more comfortable. After a moment of silence, Eden murmured, "Hey Gabe, why did you pick blue hydrangeas?" Gabriel smiled, his eyes still closed, "They remind me of your eyes."

"Heh. That's why I picked purple roses…" Gabriel clasped Eden's hand and kissed it, briefly admiring the ring on her finger. "I love you." He rasped.

"I love you too." Eden replied as sleep finally claimed them.

Chapter 43

"We want to get married at St James Park." Eden said. She and Gabriel were having dinner with Eden's parents at South Downs, to discuss wedding plans and to spend time together.

"Really sweetpea?" Crowley asked.

Eden nodded as Gabriel stepped in, "And have the reception here, if you don't mind."

"Oh of course!" Aziraphale gushed. Gabriel and Eden made it clear that they wanted a simple, yet elegant ceremony, with only loved ones in attendance.

"Why the park?" Crowley asked.

Gabriel smiled as he glanced at Eden, who left to fetch his desert. "That's where I met my Edie."

"Papa is going to officiate," Eden said as she returned with two plates of key lime pie, "My friends Bella, Nina, Peggy and Soairse will be my bridesmaids, Shadwell will be Gabe's best man….I'm so excited!"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves just yet." Aziraphale said. "We still need to pick out your dress, and you need to decide on what music you want to have playing throughout…"

"I know Papa I'm just excited…"

"And," Crowley cut in, "Gabriel needs to look into getting a car."

"Daddy we don't need a car." Eden replied, "We got here just fine with the TARDIS." It was perfect for when they didn't want to take the ten minute walk to South Downs.

"Trust me, there will come a time when he'll need it." Crowley said solemnly. Gabriel nodded, "Actually, a car sounds like a good idea. I can't take the TARDIS directly into Soho to see the tailor."

"Good point." Eden agreed.

Chapter 44

Hastur, Sandalphon and the hulking beast peered through the foliage and glared at the cottage. "Are they all there?" Hastur demanded. The creature sniffed the air and chuffed. "Yes….I want the Abomination…."

"You'll get what was promised when the time is right." Hastur spat' he turned sharply to Sandalphon, "Are the others in place?"

"Of course they are." Sandalphon replied, smug, taking great pleasure in this whole ordeal.

Hastur bared his teeth and spat. "Get them."

Chapter 45

Eden and Crowley were doing the dishes while Gabriel and Aziraphale were still talking about wedding plans, the menu specifically. "Fish N Chips!" Eden had squealed, making everyone laugh.

But everything stopped when a clawed paw crashed through the kitchen window and slashed Eden's shoulder….

Eden's head collided with the kitchen floor hard, she screamed in pain and in horror. The yellow, furious eyes of Aamon stared down at her.

"N-No…" Eden whimpered.

Aamon's razor sharp beak twisted into a smile, revealing his long yellow fangs.

"Yes." His teeth flew towards her throat….

And to Eden's surprise, Aamon suddenly reared up and roared in pain.

Crowley had grabbed a steak knife and thrust it in Aamon's furry shoulder. "Aziraphale! Gabriel!" Crowley barked, but the two angels were already at his side, helping him support Eden, who had blood gushing from her shoulder.

"Crowley she's hurt!" Aziraphale exclaimed, placing a hand over the deep gash, he tried to heal it but he had to duck from Aamon's flailing tail.

"The TARDIS!" Gabriel said as he helped Aziraphale carry Eden out of the kitchen. Eden was barely conscious and he was helping Aziraphale support her weight. "We should be safe in there!"

Crowley nodded, his mind spinning. How did Aamon get past the protection wards….? Not now Crowley! Crowley reached into Eden's pant pocket and with a jolt of relief, pulled out Eden's sonic screwdriver. He pressed the button and a thin beam of blue flame shot out. "Clever girl."

Chapter 46 Eden moaned as Aziraphale and Gabriel hauled her over the soft green grass, bright red droplets splashing on the green.

Crowley covered the back, brandishing the sonic, the soft humming noise almost drowned out by Aamon thrashing about in the cottage.

Pain burned fiery hot in Eden's shoulder. Aziraphale had to grit his teeth and push through it, they were nearly there….

A roar erupted from the cottage as Aamon burst through the same window, ignoring the cuts that marred his body as he gave chase.

Gabriel finally reached the TARDIS, he grabbed the silver key that he was wearing around his neck and unlocked the door, quickly hauling Eden inside.

Crowley slammed the twin doors shut and switched the sonic off.

"Crowley, I need your jacket!" Aziraphale said. Crowley dashed to his husband's side, already peeling off his black jacket.

Aziraphale and Gabriel had laid Eden down on the TARDIS floor, but Gabriel cradled her, not wanting her to be uncomfortable as Aziraphale quickly yanked off his coat and draped it over Eden, who was now shivering.

"I'm here Aziraphale." Crowley said as he quickly bunched up his jacket and handed it to Gabriel, who used it to cushion Eden's head.

Crowley and Gabriel watched anxiously as Aziraphale placed a hand over the deep, still bleeding gash in Eden's shoulder, and both sighed in relief when the gash disappeared.

"She'll be all right now." Aziraphale rasped. "But she will need rest due to the blood loss."

The trio glanced at the twin doors, the sound of Aamon snarling could be heard.

Chapter 47

Eden's head was throbbed with pain. "Ow." She groaned.

Eden's eyes flew open at the sound of Gabriel's voice. "Eden, are you okay?"

"Gabriel…" Eden tried to sit up but Gabriel tried to stop her. "You shouldn't move." Eden shrugged him off as her Papa entered her line of vision. "Little One, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere else?"

"I don't think so…but my head hurts." Aziraphale kissed her forehead and the pain went away.

Eden glanced down at the blood soaked coat draped over her. "Talk to us Queenie." Crowley asked, concerned. Eden's skin was pale due to blood loss.

"How long have we been in here?" Eden rasped.

"Twenty minutes…" Crowley began but stopped at the strange look in Eden's eyes. "Here, I borrowed your sonic. Clever idea, putting that blue fire of yours in it, I'd like to know how you did it…."

Eden crumpled in Gabriel's arms. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault…." Aziraphale and Crowley gasped in horror.

"Eden no don't say that-" Gabriel began but stopped when everything started to shake. "What's happening?" Gabriel gasped, holding Eden tighter to him. A loud cracking sound filled their eardrums.

"Shit!" Crowley cursed. "Everyone hang on!" Crowley grabbed Aziraphale, Gabriel and Eden, holding them tightly as the TARDIS fell down the newly formed chasm.

The End ?

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[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

Hello! Not the promised angst, but I needed to cheer myself up today, so here’s some cuteness, a touch of emotional hurt, and a soft ending.

(CW for discussion of drunken shenanigans, after the fact, extremely mild.)

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The moment Crowley woke up, he knew something was wrong.

Even with his eyes closed – the room smelled too dusty, the air too dry. The pillows were too soft, the sheets nowhere near Egyptian cotton, and he was burrowed under a blanket that was thicker and heavier than anything he owned. It was comfortable, but it was wrong.

There was also someone moving nearby, footsteps treading softly near the bed.

Old instincts activated, bringing him from drowsy to alert in less than a second, without changing his posture in any way. Let the intruder think he still slept. He pictured the layout of his room, the distance to the door, the exact spot of the fancy lamp on his bedside table. It wasn’t much of a weapon, but it should buy time. He’d need to roll over, it was behind him, and from the sound of it the intruder was…inside…the wall?

Pressing his face into the pillow, Crowley slowly cracked open one eye.

The wall was much farther away than he remembered, and the room much brighter, and filled with bookshelves, and…

“For Ssssssomeone’s sake, Angel,” he groaned, sitting up. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Aziraphale turned from where he was sliding books onto a shelf, blinking innocently. “I’m terribly sorry, did I wake you?”

“Obviously.” He glared around the room, which seemed identical to the rest of the shop, apart from the presence of the bed, and beside the door a wash table with pitcher, bowl, and pile of black towels below a small mirror. Everything else was floor-to-ceiling shelves, filled with spines of bright leather, faded cloth, and even a few paperbacks. The tartan curtains in the windows were identical to those hanging from the four corners of the bed.

“Well, I didn’t mean to. Just tidying up a bit while you rested.”

“Hng.” Crowley abruptly realized those were not towels on the wash table, but a pile of neatly folded clothing. A quick – if hopefully unnoticed – search under the covers revealed he wasn’t wearing much. “What, mmmmh, what happened last night?”

“Last night?” Aziraphale sounded genuinely confused.

“Don’t—” He struggled to remember through the sleep-colored haze. “We went to the Ritz. Celebrating. Then came back here for some wine and…”

“Ah.” The angel set the rest of his books down and crossed the hardwood floor. He’d taken his shoes off, presumably to be quieter, but Crowley could still hear every pad of tartan-socked feet, every creak of old boards. “Yes, we had…quite a lot of wine. I dare say we’d earned it, after the day we’d had, but your mood went from celebratory to rather daring, to, I suppose…downright scandalous.”

“Ngk.” Crowley clutched at the mattress where Aziraphale couldn’t see, and kept his jaw locked and face neutral. He was sure he could have hidden is reaction completely, had he been wearing his blessed glasses. Still didn’t know where those had ended up.

“Oh, yes.” Aziraphale sat on the edge of the bed, almost close enough to touch. “Somewhere around midnight you suddenly leapt to your feet and staggered across the floor, declaring you were…well…you wanted to do something you’d never done before, something you’d never have been allowed while we were still on our old sides.”

“Oh, no.” There was no hiding it now. Crowley’s hand shot out to cover his eyes. “Oh, no, no, Aziraphale…I…”

“It was all quite garbled and slurred,” the angel continued, “but I think it had something to do with teaching the Bentley to fly?”

“!”

Peeking over his hand, he caught a glimpse of Aziraphale’s shining eyes and amused smile. And, yes, now that he thought of it, he distinctly remembered his elaborate plan to miracle the engine and…

“Nnnnrrrrrg, tell me I didn’t crash into anything.”

“Now, really! I was hardly going to let you leave in that state.” Aziraphale quickly stood up, tugging the blankets smooth again. “No, I dragged you up here so that I could lock you in until you agreed to sober up and be sensible again.”

“Oh. Oh. Good.” There was no hiding his red face now. He lowered his hand and tried to subtly pull the blankets a little higher up his bare chest.

“You didn’t seem to think so at the time. Called me a self-righteous jailer, among other less-savory terms. I was worried you’d break the window and escape that way.”

A quick glance revealed that he hadn’t done that, at least. “Aziraphale, I – I—”

“I came in an hour later.” Now his eyebrow arched, an expression Crowley rarely saw. “You had removed most of your clothing and dropped yourself on the floor next to the bed. Claimed you were looking for the bathtub.”

That was it. Crowley was going to discorporate from sheer embarrassment. A perfect ending to their attempted defection. Hell wouldn’t even kill him for this, just make him retell the story over and over for their amusement…

“Actually…” He looked up again to find that Aziraphale’s face had gone serious. “Considering, well, what I’d seen that day…I didn’t find it very funny at all. So I helped you into the bed and told you to stay here until you’d recovered. And you. Ah.” He fidgeted, twisting the ring on his finger. “You asked me to join you. Because…because the forces of Hell were still after you. And nothing would stop them.”

“Nnnnnnnnh.” Crowley dropped back onto the bed, pulling blankets to his chin and turning his back on Aziraphale. He remembered, far too clearly, the two demons barging into his flat – Hastur suddenly appearing in his Bentley, which was more his home than anywhere else – a thousand intrusions of voices and faces over radio and television, whenever he least expected it – the ground rumbling as Satan himself approached—

Aziraphale continued, voice very soft. “You seemed…confused, but truly afraid.”

“Did…did you…?” Even turned away, he couldn’t bring himself to ask.

“No. I thought it would be, ah, inappropriate considering your…state. But…I did promise to stay in the room and watch over you until you woke.”

Somehow, knowing that made Crowley relax, just a little. “And…you were here all night?”

“All night? My dear fellow, that was three days ago. But, yes, I’ve been here the whole time. You talk in your sleep, you know. In dead languages. It was quite amusing.”

“Mmmmmnnnnnnrrrrrgk,” Crowley managed. Then, much softer, “Thanks.”

“It was my pleasure.” The sound of his fingers brushing the fabric of the blanket seemed too loud in the quiet room. “Are you…ah…you may sleep longer, if you wish?” He sounded uncertain.

Crowley shrugged.

“Perhaps I should give you privacy—”

“No.” He bit his lip. Stupid demon.

“Oh. Well. Would you like me to go back to what I was doing? I’ll try to be quieter this time.”

“No.” Stop that. “F’you want.”

“I see.”

A short pause, then the blankets stirred, the mattress sank under the new weight.

And then, pressed up against his back, a glorious warmth, a soft curve of stomach. Aziraphale’s arm draped across him, loose but secure, pulling him a little closer. Protecting him.

“This?”

“Yes.” Relax wasn’t the word for it; Crowley felt himself melt against his angel, a hundred creeping unnamed fears that were always with him suddenly dissolving into a warm glow.

“You rest, then. I’ll be right here.”

“Mmmmh.” He closed his eyes, the better to take in the sensations, the brush of breath on his neck, gentle pressure of fingers, the velvet softness of Aziraphale’s waistcoat.

“Oh. Um. There was one other thing. When I put you in bed you, ah…you tried to kiss me.”

Crowley’s eyes flew open.

“I…I said…you could try again when you were awake. Ah. If you still wanted—”

Quick as only a snake could be – if he were any slower, he’d have time to talk himself out of it – Crowley twisted around and pressed his lips into Aziraphale’s cheek. Then he spun back, lips still tingling, entire body ready to burst into flames from sheer embarrassment.

Aziraphale chuckled. “Sweet dreams, my dearest.” And gently kissed Crowley’s shoulder blade.

“Nnnnnnnk.” He managed to find Aziraphale’s hand and clasp it, weaving their fingers together. “Good night, Angel.”

#good omens prime #good omens fanfiction #good omens ficlet #ineffable husbands #aziraphale and crowley #aziraphale #crowley #soft #soft aziraphale #soft crowley #pointy demon just wants soft angel cuddles #sleepy cuddles #ineffable bed snuggles #my writing #tumblr fic #emotional hurt/comfort #mostly just #fluff #good omens fluff

[jamgrlsblog]

Fall Back

a daylight savings ficlet

In the gray light of morning, an angel and a demon lie in bed. The demon is sleeping soundly, in a twisted tangle, black satin sheets and black satin pajamas. The angel reads in the dim light, sitting up nice and proper, stiff tartan, unnecessary reading glasses donned. There are the small sounds of sleep heavy breathing, the crinkle of book pages, the whipping of the ceiling fan.

 The demon stirs. There is a shifting of sheets, a light of a phone from his bedside table. “Oh,” he says, voice thick.

 The angel’s attention is drawn from his book. “Yes, dear?”

 “Just the time,” the demon says. “The clock says 8 but my phone says 7. Just forgot, is all.”

 “Ah, yes. An extra hour today,” says the angel.

 The demon only grunts in response.

 The angel returns to his book, but a demonic hand paws at him, fingers grasping at the cotton shirt, pulling. The angel sighs, placing a bookmark between the pages and leaving the book and glasses behind on his own bedside table. He was just getting to a good part, too.

 The angel heeds to the demon’s unspoken demand, though, wrapping around him. Who’d have guessed demons enjoyed spooning? The demon clutches the angel’s arm, pulling it close.

 “Sleep well, my dear?” the angel asks.

 “This isn’t an invitation to talk,” the demon says. “I’m going back to sleep,” he says, disgruntlement in his voice.

 “Oh, of course dear.”

 “You’re staying here, though.”

 “Yes, dear. You’ve captured me.”

 “That’s right,” he says. “Don’t let go,” he says, his voice fading into sleep once more.

 “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

 There is the kiss of a shoulder, a light squeeze of an arm.

 The book is left behind, but there is soft skin and a warm embrace. They have an extra hour, after all.

AO3

#good omens #good omens ficlet #Ineffable Husbands #aziraphale/crowley #cuddling & snuggling #bed sharing #pajamas #spooning #early mornings #daylight savings time #my fanfiction #fanfiction

[fandomsmeantheworldtome]

Every time i read in Good Omens fics that Crowley sleeps better with the company of Aziraphale because he keeps his nightmares away and radiates warmth or Aziraphale can't sleep and Crowley helps him my heart melts with sweetness

#Aziraphale #Crowley #ineffable husbands #bed sharing #cuddling & snuggling #my favourite

[ineffabletheys]

Crowley gave Aziraphale cool snake socks and in return his angel gave him tartan ones!

They wear it everytime they take a nap and it's the only time Crowley agrees to wear tartan (he actually wears it all the time because it reminds him of Zira but no one can ever know that)

#aziraphale #good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #socks #cold #bed #cuddling & snuggling #cuddling #ineffable #ineffable boyfriends #husbands #love #art #snakes #tartan

[jestyart]

hit me with good omens requests i wanna draw some super cheesy angel/demon love

#omg i need a one bed fic for some super cute snuggling #rec one if u know a good one please i am starving #good omens #ineffable husbands #txt

[aziraphales-library]

hello lovelies! can i ask for some fics where aziraphale is good at temptations and crowley is shocked about it? or any fic really, that has aziraphale doing temptations. thank you!!!

Hey! We have some tempter Aziraphale fics here and here. I’ve rustled up a few more for you now...

The Questions Box by Kirinin (G)

What – who would Aziraphale even be, if he Fell? The very idea of Aziraphale-the-demon made the angel break out into a cold sweat.

It's lucky then, isn't it, that a Principality has the power to manipulate the workings of even his own mind.

An Evening On A Porch by DandelionDrabbles (G)

“Hello, Crowley,” said Aziraphale, eyes popping open. “Where are you going?”

“Oops.” Crowley offered a slightly apologetic smile. “Didn’t mean to bother you.”

“Never a bother,” Aziraphale countered, smiling back at him.

“Mm.” Crowley raised an eyebrow. Aziraphale still looked just as relaxed as before, thankfully, so that gave Crowley free reign to be a pest. “Is that,” he asked, “a challenge?”

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OR: Aziraphale and Crowley share a soft slice of quiet time and snuggles on a swing.

Bureaucratic Mix-ups by WitchFlame (T)

Orders come in secretive whispers driven through his skull, through the scattering of ashes in fireplaces and by the scrolls taped to the feet of annoyed seagulls. Somebody is making their way through the animal kingdom and it's completely uncalled for.

Crowley is pretty sure somebody is messing with him. If Hell wants him to bless a family and cure a nun though, then that is what he is going to do.

Aziraphale understands God's plan is ineffable and never notices anything is amiss as he heads off to fulfil another temptation.

Slinky Distractions by Quefish (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley both have temptations to perform, but Aziraphale can't keep his focus.

Who Tempts the Tempter by MelayneSeahawk (E)

Aziraphale Tempts Crowley to try to get them together after the Apocalypse; Crowley realizes he's doing it, and is so amused (and turned on) that they fall directly into bed

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #the arrangement #temptation #mod d

[mimisempai]

Just your arms

Summary

Crowley is exhausted after his day's work at the flower shop, and has only one wish: to return to his haven, to the bookshop.

Notes

Just a small dose of fluff, with no plot, because...

On Ao3

Rating G -  408 words

Crowley let out a long, exhausted sigh as he closed the door to the flower shop. 

The next sigh he let out was one of relief as he turned around and saw the bookshop on the other side.

His haven.

His home.

All he wanted to do was take a long, hot shower, eat the meal his lover had prepared and slip under the sheets to finally rest.

Moments later he stepped through the door of the bookshop and said quietly, "I'm home".

He was surprised to find only silence, when he'd usually been greeted by Aziraphale's cheerful voice and a few kisses.

He called softly as he moved further into the shop, "Aziraphale?"

When he reached the sofa, he couldn't suppress a small gasp of surprise, for it was a rather rare sight.

Aziraphale was asleep on the sofa. 

The florist had caught him falling asleep in his armchair reading a book on several occasions, but never asleep on the sofa like this.

Crowley's exhaustion vanished almost instantly, replaced by a surge of tenderness as he watched his sleeping lover, his cheek resting on one hand, clutching Crowley's hoodie against his chest.

To hell with the hot shower or the lovingly prepared meal, all he wanted now was to cuddle up to his lover in the empty space right next to him.

The florist kicked off his shoes, dropped his jacket to the floor and pulled the rubber band out of his hair before he climbed onto the sofa, slipping between Aziraphale's arms and intertwining his legs with his.

He wrapped an arm around his lover's waist and Aziraphale, though still asleep, snuggled instinctively against him.

Crowley, moved by his lover's trust in him even as he slept, pressed a lingering kiss to Aziraphale's forehead.

Without opening his eyes, the bookseller sighed contentedly before saying in a drowsy voice, "Welcome home, my love.

Crowley, stripped of all inhibition by his exhaustion, murmured into his lover's fluffy hair, "I love you. So very much."

"Mmmh... I love you too."

His heart overflowing with love, the florist buried his face in the soft, pale hair as his arms tightened around Aziraphale. 

Then, lulled by the soft breathing of his lover against his neck, he too fell asleep. 

In a final burst of consciousness, he told himself he didn't need a hot shower, a good meal or even a cosy bed to feel better. 

Just the arms of his beloved.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

The florist and the booksellers series : here

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

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[straightupsickfics]

i just think 📘 reading in bed + 🩵 blankets + 💙 cold & flu symptoms would be very cute for ineffable husbands with a sick Crowley... i love your writing! thank you 🖤

wahhh this is sooooo cute for them pls 🥺🩵🩵🩵🩵

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“Hell itself would be better than this,” Crowley groans from where he’s sprawled across the sofa in the bookshop.

He's on day three of this winter cold, and all of his symptoms seem to have caught up with him at once. He’d spent the better part of the afternoon drooping about the shop, picking things up and putting them down, complaining about his sore throat, sneezing in little fits of twos and threes, and doing more or less anything he could to get Aziraphale’s attention. 

“Now, I’m sure that’s not true,” Aziraphale tuts, putting his book aside and making his way over to him. “Are you even comfortable like that, my dear? We really can go upstairs. I’d go with you,” he promises, nudging the pouty demon. He coaxes Crowley up and off of the sofa before he can really even register what’s happening. Crowley settles against Aziraphale easily, though, blanket-warm and pliant even as he rolls his eyes. 

“You’ll stay? You hate sleeping, angel,” Crowley reminds him. He sounds needier than he usually allows himself and Aziraphale hugs him just that much closer. 

“I don’t hate it, I just don’t need it. Besides, I won’t be sleeping, dear boy, you will. I’ve just been reading, which I can do just as easily in bed.” Curling up in bed with Crowley, tucked beneath the lovely soft sheets and piles of blankets he’s collected for them — well, for Crowley, really — sounds just about as close to heaven as they can get down here on Earth. 

“Mnh, fine,” Crowley agrees, like he’s doing Aziraphale an enormous favor, then gives himself away by turning and nuzzling a tired, sniffly kiss against his neck. 

Aziraphale doesn’t bother trying to suppress the smile this elicits. It’s rare that Crowley lets himself be quite so vulnerable, and it’s never lost on the angel that he’s the only one who gets to see him this way. He presses a kiss to his forehead before they make their way upstairs – he’s not fever warm, not yet – but he makes a mental note to keep checking on it; Crowley’s colds almost always come with a low-grade fever that leaves him achy and miserable. 

For someone who didn’t want to move, Crowley wastes no time crawling into bed and slithering under the covers as soon as they get upstairs, miracling himself into black, silky soft pajamas as he goes.

“Y’can change too, angel,” he says, tugging at the buttons of Aziraphale’s vest. “Ngk…h-hold that th-hih! thought… Hh’iiitshh! Huh’Uptshh!” Crowley turns away to sneeze, blinks a few times, then sneezes a third and final time, a harsher, wetter hh’IieeSHOO! that shivers right through him. 

Aziraphale gives a soft, sympathetic sound, then tucks a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth in lieu of a blessing. 

“Warm enough, darling?” Aziraphale asks, taking Crowley’s suggestion and changing into soft, plaid flannel pajamas before sliding into bed beside him. 

“Mmh…am now,” Crowley says, winding himself around Aziraphale until they’re little more than a tangle of limbs, Crowley clinging onto him with no sign of letting go, snuggling into his chest and sniffling until he’s comfortable enough to relax. He’s pale, save for the pink tinge around his nostrils, and his eyes are drooping like he’s fighting to keep them open. 

“Very good,” Aziraphale smiles.

“What’re you reading?” Crowley asks through a yawn. 

Aziraphale’s face flushes. He’s read this one at least a dozen times, but he’s quite sure he’ll never get tired of it. 

“Pride and Prejudice,” he admits, sneaking a glance at Crowley, who is already giving him a knowing look.  

“Sap,” Crowley says through a yawn. 

“Oh, you like this one,” Aziraphale says indignantly. And he does, though he’ll never admit it. 

Crowley shrugs against him, then muffles a cough against his shoulder. “S’okay,” he says. “Darcy’s a bit of a prick, is all. …Y’can read it out loud if you like…” 

“Because you like it, you mean,” Aziraphale teases.

Crowley doesn't say anything, but Aziraphale can feel him melting into sleep as he starts to read, the familiar story a comfort to them both. 

“Sleep tight, my dear,” Aziraphale murmurs when Crowley drifts off.

#softersteve #my fic #good//omens

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

Their cottage

Their cottage

by Fan_Joy

Crowley woke up in a bed covered with tarantan blanket, still half-conscious he wondered where exactly he was.

Tarantan blanket? Maybe he bought it while drunk?

Oh wait! Now he remembered - it was his first night at his and Aziraphale’s cottage.

(Or: Aziraphale and Crowley share a very fluffy day at their cottage.)

Words: 800, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Established Relationship, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Fluff, Post-Apocalypse, South Downs Cottage (Good Omens), Domestic Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Kissing, Fluff and Humor, Asexual Relationship, Asexual Crowley (Good Omens), Asexual Aziraphale (Good Omens), Banter, Pancakes

From https://ift.tt/6qDda7T https://archiveofourown.org/works/44126527

#ao3feed ineffablehusbandz #ineffable husbands #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthonyjcrowl

[mkaugust]

Defining Home

Remus had often made the mistake of thinking everyone had the same definition of "home." It was a word you used freely, it was fairly innocent and meaningless. Home just meant the place you slept, or where your family lived, or where you went at the end of term. It was just a word.

Everytime he said it, and Sirius would flinch, he remembered that this was a mistake. He didn't mean anything by it. He would be saying an innocent thought, like "give me a minute, just finishing a letter home!" Or "write me while we're home for the summer." He didn't mean anything by it, but Sirius reacted every time and he would suddenly remember and wish he could change his words, take it back, just rephrase the simple statement that was causing so much pain.

He slowly got better about it as they got older. He tried to remember to watch his words more carefully. He'd say "I'm writing my mom" intentionally or "after term ends" more generally to avoid that word. Until Sirius moved in with James' family and he thought it would be okay, things were better now, he could stop watching his words so closely. That was a mistake, of course. He should have known that people still had different definitions of that word. That it still meant something to others, even if it didn't mean much to him yet.

One day, when Sirius was having a particularly bad day, Remus really thought he was doing a good job of comforting him. He was being a good boyfriend and doing all the right things. They were cuddling in Sirius' bed towards the end of the day, and Remus started to relax, seeing Sirius soften while he rubbed his back soothingly. So, innocently, not meaning anything by it, just participating in the casual conversation they had started, he said it. "When you're home..." He didn't get further in his sentence before Sirius had jerked upright and yelled "I haven't got a home, remember?" And they were back at square one, with Remus rushing to apologize and smooth over his careless words. Coaxing Sirius to lie back down and move on to happier thoughts again. Later, when Sirius was finally calm again and had drifted off to sleep, snuggled up and content again, Remus lay awake cursing himself for such a stupid, silly mistake. He should know better by now.

Now, Remus was finally learning the hard way. Now, everyone was gone, his childhood home gone years ago, and his friends, Sirius, all gone in various meanings of the word. The point is, he was alone now, and he finally knew what Sirius meant when he said he didn't have a home.

Remus might have a place he went to at the end of the day. He had a place to sleep at night. But he didn't have a home. That place changed too frequently, when he started to fall behind on rent and had to move on, or when he realized he had been too hasty in finding a place and this one was far from safe, so he quickly picked another, or even when he had a bout of good luck and simply moved to a new town for a job opportunity. (The good luck didn't last, it never did.) So, no, none of those places were his home. Home was something more ineffable. Home was something less physical. Home implied safety and comfort and love and hope and so so much more than anywhere he had found had to offer. It had been years since he had had a home.

Remus never used that word anymore.

#wolfstar #remus lupin #defining home #harry potter #hp fanfic #drabble #my fic

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

For the prompts number 35 fluff: “You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet did you?” ineffable husbands

Bit of Quarantine/Awake the Snake/Nope He’s Asleep Again fluff...

(Using this wonderful prompt list - send me an Ask or an @ with your request!)

Aziraphale stood in the door of the bedroom.

The shop hadn’t always had a bedroom. It hadn’t always had a kitchen, either, but somewhere around 1950 he’d gotten the urge to do a little redecorating and had added a few rooms to make it more homey. The kitchen was the only one that saw any real use, though.

Until now.

He watched the figure huddled under the tartan blankets. They seemed darker now, more grey and black than his usual color scheme. He supposed that was to be expected, when a demon slept under them for the better part of nine months.

Now and again, Crowley shifted, just slightly. Head adjusting on the pillow, legs stretching or pulling back in. It was as active as Aziraphale had seen him in months.

He still wasn’t sure why Crowley had come over. He’d made it quite clear, in their telephone conversation, that the demon should not, under any circumstances, be going about breaking the rules. Crowley had agreed, mumbled something about setting the alarm…and not ten minutes later, had knocked on Aziraphale’s door, bottle of wine in hand.

“You didn’t think you’d be able to get rid of me just yet, did you?” he’d asked, all charming grin and tempting voice, as Aziraphale hid behind his own door.

“You can’t be here, Crowley! The rules!”

“Yeah, you said.” He’d leaned against the doorframe, tilting his glasses down just enough to let a hint of gold shine over them. “You also said you thought I’d be out breaking the rules.”

Aziraphale spluttered indignantly. “That is – I only said – you’re a demon, Crowley, of course I thought – that doesn’t mean—”

With a shrug, Crowley had stood up, stretching his arms languorously as a cat. “Well, if I’m not wanted here, I suppose I could go…wander the streets. Tempt some humans to come out. Maybe throw a party.”

And, really, what could Aziraphale say to that?

“Two meters,” he’d warned as he opened the door.

“Come on, Angel. We can’t even catch the virus.”

“Two meters, or you’re back on the street. Is that clear?”

“Whatever you say.”

And he’d kept his word, moving the sofa so they could sit the appropriate distance apart, working their way through the bottle of wine, as well as two cakes and a plate of biscuits that had been slightly burned. They’d talked, and as the hours passed, Aziraphale had even found himself laughing again.

Some time after midnight, Crowley had risen unsteadily to his feet. “Well…tha’s all from me. For me. Gotta go…sleep it off.” Aziraphale hadn’t known what to say, so with a shrug, Crowley started shuffling towards the door. “July? Yeah, July. Th’ sigkss. Siksifiss. Sixsthsthsth. Ngk. The fifth. Sounds good.”

“I suppose so.” Aziraphale rose from his chair and snapped his fingers, locking the front door.

“Unnnnn.” Crowley struggled with the knob for almost a minute. “Angel. I need. M’Bentley’s outside, you know.”

“I know.” He’d been surprised to find he wasn’t actually very drunk at all. “You didn’t think I’d let you leave just yet, did you?”

Crowley’s jaw had worked, flapping in confusion like a fish trying to grow lungs. His glasses had slid down his nose almost entirely before he finally managed: “Wah?”

“There’s a bed upstairs.” Aziraphale swallowed. “You can…you can have it as long as you like.”

They’d kept two meters apart, up the stairs, around the landing, all the way to the bedroom door, Aziraphale waving Crowley through. But the demon had just stood in the center of the room, turning his head in confusion. Not seeming to notice the piles of books or dusty furniture.

“It’s just – right there,” Aziraphale had pointed helpfully, as if Crowley might miss the bed taking up half the floor.

“Yuh.” Another turn, and Cowley had finally stepped forward, placing his glasses on the bedside table, sitting slowly on the edge. “And you’ll…?”

“I’ll be downstairs, of course, in my shop. I never use this room.”

Crowley had stared at him a long time. Aziraphale had expected questions, but no. Just silence.

“Ah. I see you…you’re very tired. If you need me, I’m—”

“Downstairs. Yeah. Why?”

“That’s where I live, obviously.”

“Not that.” Crowley shifted to sit a little further back on the bed, but his eyes never left Aziraphale’s face. “Why ask me to stay? I’ll still be asleep. You’ll still be alone. And you know I always sober up before I drive, so don’t pretend it’s that.”

“Perhaps…” Even nine months later, Aziraphale didn’t have a good answer. “Perhaps I just like having you close.”

“Huh.” Crowley had leaned back, starting the long, elaborate process of kicking his boots off. They weren’t real boots, of course, and vanished as soon as they hit the floor, but he took his time all the same. “You know. Couple months here. We’ll be, what’s the term. Same household.”

“Will we? Fancy that.”

“Nh. Different rules, two adults in the same household.”

“Are there?”

Crowley had finally pulled his legs up and started to burrow under the blankets. “Well. If you change your mind, you’ll know where to find me.”

“Now, don’t be absurd. I’m hardly—”

“Uh-huh. I know. Just.” He’d settled back onto the pillow. “I’m here. Any time you need me.” Then a smile. “Good night, Angel.”

Aziraphale had fled, without another word.

He’d hardly said anything, in July, when Crowley woke to scroll through his mobile and grumble for an hour before promptly returning to sleep.

In October, he’d managed a short conversation from the doorway, Crowley’s frown increasingly sour. He’d walked away for a few minutes, and returned to find the demon snoring again.

And now it was the end of January.

Nine months together. That really did make them the same household, and certainly neither of them could be considered at-risk. Quite the opposite, in fact. Which meant…

Aziraphale stepped into the bedroom.

He nearly made it to the bed before Crowley woke, jerking his head up slightly. “Wuzzzat? S’it over?”

“No, not nearly. Things got quite bad for a bit there, but…I think they’re looking up. They’ve started vaccinating, you know.”

“S’good.” Crowley lay back down. “S’what? Another month?”

“Oh, no. It’s going quite quickly but…autumn, I should think. Certainly not before June.”

“Right. June.” He closed his eyes.

“But—” Aziraphale took a step forward, fingers hovering over the side of the bed. “I just – that is—”

One golden eye cracked open, and the smallest hint of a smile stretched across Crowley’s lips. “S’your bed, Angel.”

“Ah. Yes. Right.” Aziraphale straightened his waistcoat. “Jolly good.” Crowley kept watching him.

“Oh, alright.” He tugged back the corner of the blankets and sat, quickly removing his shoes. Waistcoat folded on the bedside table, by Crowley’s glasses. Bowtie, too, and unfasten the top button of his shirt. That should do. He pulled himself under the blankets and lay back.

Crowley had, apparently, already fallen asleep.

“Well. I see how it is.” Aziraphale felt very foolish.

Then Crowley’s arm shifted, stretching out across the space between them. “C’mon,” he grunted.

Aziraphale hesitated, until Crowley’s arm started to shift again. Panicked that the invitation might be withdrawn, he surged across the distance. Crowley’s arm guided him closer, pulling him all against the demon’s side, to rest his head on Crowley’s shoulder.

“S’better?”

“Ah. Yes. That’s…that’s very…yes.”

“Good.” His hand settled somewhere near Aziraphale’s hip, his face turned so that hot breath rolled across Aziraphale’s forehead. “G’night, Angel.”

“Yes.” Aziraphale rested his hand on Crowley’s chest, feeling the beat of his heart, the way his ribs rose and fell with every breath. “Yes. Good night, Crowley.”

Aziraphale rarely slept, and didn’t fall asleep as quickly as Crowley did. But, he reflected, studying the demon’s profile, it would still be time well spent.

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