#feather preening

when it's molting time, does Lucifer let you help him with his wings? Or does his pride make him refuse your help?

...And is it true that he coos when you pat his wings?

Adam: We do preen each other's wings yes. But he is particular about it, so it takes hours. He doesn't refuse the help it actually makes for a great thing to do while watching tv. Of course he cooes when you touch his wings hehe.

Lucifer: Oh like you are any better. *Touches Adams wings*

Okay so I accidentally wrote like four pages for this prompt D; I’m so sorry for the wait! I actually posted it to AO3 if you and anyone else would like to read it but here’s the start of it below! :3

It would be funny to say that when Crowley had an itch he couldn’t reach, he’d find odd ways to scratch it rather then ask for help. It was even funnier to see him go to such lengths to do so.

Aziraphale took a little bit of delight at seeing Crowley rotate his shoulders at first with irritation. He watched, a small smile playing on his lips as Crowley, unaware of how amusing he was to Aziraphale during these small moments, was busy trying to upgrade from merely twitching to flat out rubbing against the back of the sofa he was sitting on.

He hadn’t even noticed that Aziraphale was watching him stand and find a cornered spot in the threshold that stood between solace and the rest of the bookshop; Nor when he began running his back along the corner like a bear rubbing his back against the bark of a tree.

Crowley didn’t notice anything until Aziraphale let loose a tiny snort.

“Is there something the matter, Crowley?” Aziraphale asked as Crowley stopped what he was doing to try and act like he wasn’t embarrassed. “Have an itch?”

“No, I just love rubbing myself up against your furniture and building fixtures.” Crowley spoke flatly, glad his eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses. “Yes, of course I have an itch.” He was already so irritated, he didn’t need the gleeful expression on Aziraphale’s face to add to his utter torment.

Aziraphale stood, walking over to Crowley with a comforted ease. “Oh turn around, I’ll get it for you.” He scoffed lightly.

“S’not that easy.” Crowley mumbled.

Blonde eyebrows rose in concerned confusion. “What do you mean?”

Clearing his throat and twitching his shoulder blades lightly, Crowley looked at Aziraphale. “Well it’s not like we get to spread our wings daily, I’ve been a bit behind on tending to them and now-”

“I could help you, if you’d like.” Aziraphale spoke softly this time, any amusement in his voice gone.

Read The Rest On AO3! <--Link here!