Good omens one shots

Crowley stuck as a snake pt2

Aziraphale awoke in the night in confusion, "what the?" He said out loud. His face was inches away from Crowley in his human form?! Aziraphale was lost in a sort of trance for a moment at the beauty of Crowley's perfect face when he was snapped out of it by his scaly skin slowly re emerging "poor Crowley," Aziraphale whispered brushing the last strand of hair from his peaceful face before it was consumed by scales completely. He gazed at the beautiful serpent as he tossed in his sleep. His forked tongue danced outside of his mouth for a while before returning. Crowley lightly hissed as he breathed and Aziraphale found that adorable- he didn't get why Crowley hates his snake form so much, Aziraphale loved all of Crowley (secretly), and wished he would accept his snakeishness and see himself the way the blonde angel saw him. But then again, it did remind him of the 'fall'. He presumed he didn't mind much because he was a demon after all, but recently he had realised maybe he wasn't a 'cool' with being a demon as he had made out to be. Aziraphale now realised how much he despises being a demon and hates the way he had been vilified permanently. He wanted to talk to him about it, as he was curious as to who he was before he fell, but he would shout him down whenever the topic came up.

The morning came and the ripe morning sun shon through the winters clouds. Rays of light lay upon Crowley's black shimmering scales as Aziraphale stirred and woke up. He was captivated in the sight of how innocent and pure Crowley looked. He felt the urge to protect him at all costs and spend his life with him- but surely Crowley wouldn't feel the same way? He was a demon after all. Aziraphale pondered for a while before rising from bed and stretching. Crowley stirred and awoke also and affectionately nudged his head against Aziraphales torso. "You want up?" Aziraphale asked and was answered with an exited tail wag. He bent slightly to allow the now ginormous snake to slither up his back and contently rest around his neck upon his shoulders "you are heavy my dear boy!" Aziraphale remarked as he struggled to get up. He wandered through Crowley's flat and explored a bit, this was after all, the first time he had been inside Crowley's flat- not under the best circumstances though. He wandered into the plant room and the plants immediately began to tremble with terror. "Crowley!" Aziraphale scolded "these poor plants, you terrify them!" He sighed. "Your growing wonderfully, I must say Crowley- this is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen!" He exclaimed gasping at the almost completely green room. They slowed shaking so Crowley hissed at them loudly and they shook more violently than ever. He let out a small satisfied hiss as Aziraphale tutted. He wondered into the kitchen, it was surprisingly modern, as was the rest of the flat- but he was mostly surprised at how spotless everything seemed to be. Not a single spot of dust or stain. Spotless. "This is a beautiful flat dear." He commented. Crowley, embarrassed, looked down and let out a small hiss of thanks. Aziraphale giggled and shuffled to the next room- the living room. He inspected the large black throne and the pictures of stars all over the walls and coffee tables. "Alpha centuri," He read out loud "is this all todo with you before you, you know, fell" Crowley hissed angrily and Aziraphale sighed. He sat in his oddly comfortable throne. "I must say I do love your apartment." To this Crowley affectionately licked the Sade of his face with his jet black tongue. Aziraphale giggled as he began nudging him for more attention "alright, alright you needy thing." He sighed and he stroked Crowley's chin causing him to excitedly thrash around on Aziraphales shoulders. Suddenly, he began shrinking until he was the size of an average boa and he fitted to Aziraphale perfectly. He looked down at his body and sized himself up. "That's better." Aziraphale said as if he had been holding his breath. For the rest of that day they mostly moped around and enjoyed each other's company.

Finally, night fell, and the same routine from the previous night happened, but this time, no more night time transformations. Crowley awoke Aziraphale by liking his face repetitively and nudging him lightly. "Ok,ok I'm up!" He said beginning to open his eyes, "oh dear, your still a snake." He commented worried. Crowley looked down at himself and hung his head low. He wanted to be able to talk to Aziraphale, he missed that dearly. "I think we ought to go to anathema's house, she will know what to do!" He said. Crowley hissed sadly clearly embarrassed of his snake form as it was a sign he had fell. "It's ok, anyway as I said, I think you look rather marvelous!" He said. Crowley hissed dreamily and snout bumped Aziraphales nose. "Oh you silly old serpent." He whispered gently picking him up from the bed. He gently placed him on the chair and instructed him to wait there while he did his hair. He would normally miracle it but if heaven traced a miracle in the demon Crowley's house they would surely have something to say. Even though due to the whole hellfire incident after the non-apocalypse, this however was almost a month ago and he still hadn't any word from heaven but he didn't want to chance it. Crowley, however, did not want to wait on the chair- snake or no he was independent, he was a demon for satan's sake! Once Aziraphale was out of sight he slithered down the chair and navigated his way around the apartment to the plant room. "Ok Crowley lets- crowley?" Aziraphale asked rhetorically as he noticed the space the snake had previously been was now empty. He sighed irritably and then he suddenly headed the familiar shaking of the plants. He practically sprinted to the room and saw Crowley attempting to water the plants with his splay bottle in his mouth. "Crowley dear, don't scare me like that," he moaned playfully "come here." He tutted as he pulled Crowley from the plants. He took the bottle and began spraying plants with a very moody Crowley around his neck like a scarf. He had soon finished and he continued to the door . He opened the door and squinted at the day light. Crowley let out a loud hiss. They walked past his Bentley- he outstretched his neck in the direction of his most prized possession (other than Aziraphale) when he was pulled away and was walked in the direction of the bus stop. He hated public transport. He hissed in an annoyed tone but this was ignored by Aziraphale. They were about to board the bus when the driver stopped them. "No pets on the but unless they are in a cage, sorry mate" the driver said. Crowley hissed very angrily indeed to which the bus driver recoiled to. Pet?!?!! I'm a demon! If Aziraphale puts me in a cage! He thought. "Oh we do have a cage!" Said Aziraphale who miracles one behind his back. Crowley's jaw dropped. He couldn't be serious?! "In you go!" Aziraphale said softly. He hissed angrily and turned his nose up. "Please, for me?" Aziraphale asked pleading. He looked at Crowley with puppy dog eyes and he resentfully crawled into the cage. Aziraphale smiled a genuine smile and happily boarded the bus. They chose a seat near the back as there was only one other person on there. Crowley hissed angrily. "I know I know." Aziraphale said trying not to laugh "you do make a good pet though!" He said. Crowley hissed and turned to face the other way "oh come on." He smiled "don't be moody. Now get some rest ok?" He said softly. Crowley turned his head, his acid yellow eyes glanced at Aziraphale as the slit pupils rounded slightly lovingly. How turned to Aziraphale and poked his tongue through the small slits in the plastic. Aziraphale turned the cage towards him so the metal grid faced him. He put his head close and placed a small kiss on Crowley's head. He once again almost discorporated but he managed to get a grip of himself and placed his head down gracefully and close his huge golden eyes.
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I'm obsessed with this one imma start writing the next part now!