cryptidgenderman

“We’re assigning you a tutor, who will go over everything you don’t understand,” At this sentence, he signalled to someone to the right of him and Crowley’s heart dropped straight out his ass. No. Fucking. Way There, sitting there with his back straighter than a ruler, his hands crossed over each other and his head high was Aziraphale Prince, soft curls and sweaters galore. ‘“You’re kidding, right?” OR: Crowley accepts a bet to sleep with Aziraphale within the year to ensure his father wins the election after he’s assigned as his tutor. Only the religious trauma runs deep and Crowley’s slowly falling in love with someone he can’t