Aziraphale x Reader Smut

Trapped

Y/n's p.o.v.

I move slightly before I open my eyes, which on my part was a big mistake. I roll over and fall on to the ground with a loud thud. I groan and open my eyes to see Zira peering down at me with a look of concern. His eyes move upward and he gasps. "Hm?" I look back and groan. "Not again" I rub my face and retract my wings. "Wh-what do mean not again!?!?" He asks, trying to recover from his shock. I stand up and notice I'm naked. My face turn bright red and I yank the jacket I have on the back of my chair and put it on. He sits up and leaves the blanket on himself. "Did we?" I motion between us. He nods slightly. I blush and rub my face vigorously. But to be honest on the inside I'm screaming with joy. "Please don't leave me" I say it before I can stop myself. I cover my mouth quickly. Trying to not panic. "I won't." He says reaching his hand out for me. I take his hand and he pulls me to sit in his lap. My legs tremble slightly as I try to not cry. "If you don't mind. What did you mean when you said not again?" He asks softly. I take a shaky breath. "I have wings, I've had them for as long as I can remember. Crowley was the only other person I had to teach me about them. If I didn't have him then they would come out in the spur of the moment. Like last night. But he taught me how to control it. He also taught me to fly. Even though he has a fear flying because he fell" I say sighing. "You may be part angel" he says suddenly. I look at him. "But your wings are silver instead of white. But I've heard of nephilems having demon parents and they have almost the same silver as yours." He says. "But you don't seem to be human at all. Because nephilems your age wouldn't be alive right now" he says softly. Then the expression of shock crosses his face. "What if you're half angel.... Half demon?" He asks almost in a whisper. Like someone would hear us. My body goes stiff. "I never knew my parents.... But what if you're right" "well we could always run some tests... I have a friend in heaven that could run some blood samples if you'd like. And he wouldn't do anything to get you in trouble if you were." He says as he gets up and gets dressed. "Okay" I say as I stand up and go to my room to get changed.

Aziraphale's p.o.v.

We were back at my bookshop. After I had sent her blood in to be tested I thought that maybe she should stick close to me. Yeah... That's the only reason.... Suuuure. I glance up from the book I'm reading to see her skimming through the books I own. I smile softly as she traces her fingers across the spines. But that warm fuzzy feeling soon ends when Gabriel walks into the shop, looking as pissed as can be. "Aziraphale" he bellows my name. Y/n glances at them and slowly slides herself behind a book case as to not be seen. "Yes Gabriel?" I ask as I mark my book and sit it down. He storms over to my desk and slams a piece of paper down in front of me. I pick it up and have to stiffles my shocked expression. "what is the meaning of this?!?" He bellows once more. "I have no idea what you're talking about" I say flatly. Gabriel grabs me by the collar of my shirt and pulls me across the desk. His face only inches from mine. I see out of the corner if my eye that Y/n picked up a thick book. But she doesn't move just yet. "Do you know how unnecessary it is to do that?" I could have walked around my desk to speak to you" I say prying his fingers off my shirt. I sit back down in my chair and smooth out the wrinkles he caused. He growls "find her! She could be of some use to us!" He says storming out of my shop. I sigh and slump in my chair. "Are you okay" I look at Y/n who is kneeling beside me. I straighten up and smile softly at her as I caress her cheek. "yes I'm fine. I'm more worried about you love. It turns out I was correct about your Heritage" I say grabbing the paper and showing her. She gasps and covers her mouth with a shaky hand. "It seems that if Hell we're to find out... You'd be Trapped between Heaven and Hell in a war to see who gets you. You are the strongest being ever live. Not even the Antichrist is as strong as you are" I say as I pull her up into my lap. She just keeps staring at the paper. She leans against me. "Thank you" is all she whispers before Crowley bursts in with wine. "Let's have a drink! Hell is up my ass for some shit or another! Let's get wasted to forget about our problems" he says slamming the wine down in front of us. Y/n chuckles and slides off my lap to give Crowley a hug. I feel my face heat up with jealousy. "Yes, we should drink. But not because of that. But because we have some good news" I say as we start pouring the wine.