Crowley x Reader x Aziraphale

Holy Hell

Y/n's p.o.v.

We get back to the hotel and Aziraphale left us to go pick up the books he originally came for. Michael sat in a chair in the corner of the room. Crowley was napping on the bed and I was at the desk that was in the room, sorting out a plan to find Angels and Demons that love each other and have to live in secret. I groan and Michael looks up at me as I slam my head on the desk because my hand slipped. I didn't catch myself and so it made a loud sound. Crowley jumps up and is right by my side. "Are you okay?" He asks a bit panicked. I nod as I rub my forehead. I look up in the mirror that sits on the desk and I see that Michael has a look of concern on her face and is standing bolt up right. I smile softly and heal myself of my minor headache. Crowley then kisses where the red mark was and pats my arm before he goes to sit back on the bed. Michael sits back down slowly and I grab my pen and start scribbling down a half assed plan. After about thirty minutes my stomach growls and I have a large pile of crumpled up paper next me. Crowley taps my shoulder and I groan and turn towards him slowly. "Are you hungry?" He asks and I nod. He picks up the room phone and dials room service. I lay my head back down and close my eyes. Listening to him order deserts and wine. I don't know when, but I fell asleep and didn't even hear room service come up. When I opened my eyes again everything was still. I glanced around and it seemed like time was frozen. The bathroom door opened and a bright light walked out. I squinted, not feeling threatened or uneasy. "I thought you'd like to rest up a bit before we talked." A woman's voice said before sitting down on the desk. "Who are you?" I ask squinting. She chuckles and places a hand on my cheek. "I'm God, I've been with you since the beginning. Six thousand years is a long time to hate who you are dear child. You know, I've always favored you. No matter what came up, you always prayed for forgiveness. You never got a chance to be an Angel. I believe you and Aziraphale would be the finest angels in heaven. But even when you hate yourself so much, you find a way to make people feel loved and wanted." She says removing her hand from my cheek. She wipes away some tears. I didn't even know I was crying. "C-can I ask you something?" "Of coarse child" "can you make all the demons and angels who love each other. Feel safe and make sure they have a happy life?" I ask looking at my hands. "of coarse. If that's what you desire" "it is" "as you wish" and with that God disappeared with a flash.

~time skip to a year later~

"HOLY HELL!" I scream as Micheal and Hastur lift me up in the chair I was sitting in. Crowley seemed a bit startled and Aziraphale was smiling as he stopped his tea. "OH HES A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW OH HES A JOLLY GOOD FELLOW..." The anniversary party had been a huge success. All the demons and angels that loved each other had gotten married and there was no more hellfire and holy water being splashed or thrown. Even Gabriel loved someone. Who would have guessed. I just found it amusing to be the Lord of flies.

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A/n: sorry that this took so long. But this is the end of the book. Thank you for reading it and I'll see you in my next story. Ciao.