#nonbinary angels

Dean Winchester is Transmasc and Bisexual

Castiel is Gay (as confirmed by Misha) and non binary (preferences are He/Him or They/Them)

Sam Winchester is Pansexual and uses He/They pronouns

Jack Kline is Pansexual and uses all pronouns (he’s just a happy little nephilim :D)

Gabriel is Pansexual and Gender Fluid

Lucifer is bisexual and doesn’t care what pronouns people use

Michael is Gay and uses He/They

Adam is Gay and a cis male

Crowley is Bisexual (apparently confirmed???) and Transmasc (it’s canon that he kisses men when they make deals)

Bobby is a straight cis male but he’s probably one of the biggest allys

There were two angels sent to guard the Garden of Eden. They had never been meant to be friends, those two odd angels that didn’t quite fit in. Their bosses had expected them to be wary of one another, to even be sworn enemies one day; all part of the Great Plan. Perhaps they should have told them that. Or perhaps not.

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Aziraphale waited to make sure the archangel was gone and cautiously stepped out of the underbrush, taking in the sight of the first other corporeal being they’d ever seen. They were very angular, all elbows and knees somehow, with yellow eyes and long curly hair that matched some of the ripening fruit of the Tree, and somehow Aziraphale felt as though they knew them. “Oh, uh, hello?”

The other angel gasped and jumped, unfurling their black wings slightly in alarm. They stared at Aziraphale, seeing a plump white haired being with eyes that seemed to change color from gold, to blue, to green and stark white wings held in a cautiously welcoming pose. They felt drawn to take a step closer. “Who are you?”

Aziraphale sheepishly drew their eyes away from the other angel’s dark iridescent feathers. “I’m, um, I’m Aziraphale. The other guard. What’s your name?”

“Oh, they call me Crawly,” they answered reluctantly, peering at Aziraphale curiously. “Do I know you? I feel like I know you from somewhere.”

“I- I don’t know,” Aziraphale admitted, unconsciously moving closer to Crawly. “You seem really familiar too. Being in a body makes us forget things it seems. Something to do with gravity?”

“Hmm, yes, gravity... important isn’t it? I feel like I should be able to remember…”

“Yes, I’ve been feeling that a lot. So, uh, I couldn’t help but overhear, you can change your shape? That sounds really interesting!”

“Apparently. Haven’t really tried it yet.” Crawly tried a shrug and liked it. “Could’ve given us a bit more guidance on how to use these things, couldn’t they?” They looked down at themself and bumped their fists against their thighs. “Legs, nice to have legs again,” they mumbled.

Aziraphale nodded in confusion but said, “I guess they want us to figure it out on our own?”

“And if we break them? I’m sure they’ll give a good scolding for that, never mind they never told us how to keep it going. Breaking them hurts by the way.”

Aziraphale wanted to protest but Crawly had a valid point, so they copied the black-winged angel’s shrug. “I have a sword, if you want to borrow it. You know, when you’re guarding.”

“Sword, sword- long cutty thing, yeah? Haven’t seen one of those before. What’s it look like?”

Aziraphale unsheathed it, getting it to flame to life without much thought.

“Ooh, that’s something,” said Crawly, backing away. “I don’t think that will be necessary, will it? Seems a bit excessive, cutting things and setting them on fire at the same time. Probably just one would be good enough, eh? And I mean, chance of setting the plants on fire by accident, yeah?”

Aziraphale was relieved to extinguish the sword, disliking it more and more the longer they held it. “That is a good point. What do you think I should do with it?”

“What I think?” Crawly was pretty sure no one had ever sincerely asked for their opinion before. It felt like a trap. “Uh, you could just leave it by the Tree, I mean, that’s the important part of the Garden, right? But maybe hide it, so only you can find it?” And I can’t be blamed if it goes missing.

Aziraphale nodded enthusiastically at the suggestion. “That’s an excellent idea. Oh, but you should be able to find it too. If something happens to me, you might need it, and I’d feel terrible if you couldn’t find it. I mean, we’re in this together, right?”

Crawly’s wariness shifted ever so slightly into something like intrigue. “Yes, together.”

Aziraphale graced them with the full power of a joyous smile, but reached out in concern when Crawly’s eyes went wide and they swayed a little. “Ooh, are you all right? Did the gravity get you?”

Crawly shook their head, pressing a hand to their chest in confusion, over where their new heart was suddenly beating very fast and the strangest little ache had developed. “Maybe? I’m really not sure about this whole corporeal thing, to be honest. And look at what they did to my wings-”

“They’re quite lovely,” said Aziraphale, smile fading when Crawly frowned disbelievingly. “I mean it, with that whatsit, iridescence, I could just look at them for ages. They look very soft to the touch.” Aziraphale felt their face get hot with mortification when Crawly’s eyebrows went upward in surprise and they realized how those words could be taken. “I just mean, they’re very pretty, I would never touch, I mean, not without permission, not that you’d want to give me permission,” the white-winged angel said, laughing miserably, pressing a hand to the sharp little stab of pain over their heart. “This is why none of the other angels like me. I always say the wrong thing.”

Crawly felt that sentiment down to their core, and some more of their apprehension faded. “Oh, I don’t know, Aziraphale, I rather liked it actually. You just need more practice talking to people. We’ll have lots of time for you to get better at it.”

“Oh, well, well thank you Crawly, that really is the nicest thing to say! I was so worried we wouldn’t get on,” Aziraphale admitted, thinking of their fuzzy memories of interacting with the other angels, which mostly consisted of feeling small and ridiculed and disdained.

Crawly made a face, thinking of their own fuzzy memories, of being avoided and laughed at. “Same,” they agreed. “Well, that’s a bright side, I suppose, isn’t it? Won’t be seeing them much if we’re in these,” the black-winged angel said, tapping themself over the heart.

“That is a very good point, my dear.”

Those words sent another little inexplicable twinge around Crawly’s heart. “My wot?”

Aziraphale felt their face get hot again. The words had just slipped out, as though they’d been saying them to Crawly since before forever. “Ah, oh, uh, it’s a term of end- to, uh, convey friendship. I mean, if you don’t mind-”

“No no, friends, yeah, I’d like that. Yah, no, I thought you meant the animal, with the,” Crawly held their hands up to their forehead to represent horns.

Aziraphale laughed in relief that Crawly seemed unoffended by their presumption. “No, no, they’re homophones but not nearly the same thing.”

“Homo-what now?”

“Homophones, means words that sound alike when spoken but mean different things.”

Crawly just stared in amazement. “How do you know that?”

Aziraphale opened their mouth and closed it again with a frown. “I have no idea. I really am not fond of this gravity nonsense messing with my mind, I have to say.”

Crawly made a few noises of agreement and nodded...

In a lot of ways, you’d expect it to be Aziraphale who’d suggest it to Crowley. You’d think he’d stock up with arguments like “We’d get to be a part of stopping traffic, for hours”, and “Think of the amount of glitter littering, you could even make a pun and call it glittering,” and “You could invent our own flag if you’d like, and see if someone gets it.” Eventually, he might parenthetically suggest something about going out in the streets to celebrate and, he might even hint, boast their … arrangement.

Instead, one lazy afternoon when it’s just the two of them in the bookshop, because Aziraphale wants it to be just the two of them in the bookshop that afternoon, and Crowley is sprawled over a settee, sprawling, and Aziraphale is sitting in an armchair, reading, it’s Crowley who drawls,

“There’s something I’d like to try to tempt you to, angel.”

Lots of angst and banter and unspoken feelings with mutual pining and fluff after the world doesn't end. I really want them to be happy and they'll get there eventually, promise. 3/? chapters up.

This is a work in progress so changes will happen. [most recent edit: August 3, 2019]

I wanted to see how Aziraphale and Crowley would deal with Granny and Nanny and the rest and vice versa. Mostly it made me cackle a lot so I had to write it.

32,000 (thirty two thousand) words. This is a little ridiculous. Here’s a bit that had me cackling.

Chapter 2 is up! It gets a little dark but I 100% promise it ends well and everyone is fine. No blurb this time, it’s all too spoilery.

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV), Discworld - Terry Pratchett Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Nonbinary Aziraphale (Good Omens), Nonbinary Crowley (Good Omens), They/Them, Mythology - Freeform, Loose Canon, BAMF Aziraphale (Good Omens), BAMF Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley is a trickster, Angst, Fluff, Humor, I think I'm hilarious anyway, Hurt/Comfort, puns, Bad Puns, 6000 Years of Pining (Good Omens), Aziraphale and Crowley Met Before The Fall (Good Omens), Post-Canon Series: Part 2 of Ineffable Bastards Summary:

Imagine, if you will, being a spectator of an obscure and complex variant of poker, in a room that’s somehow too bright and too dark at the same time, with cards you can’t comprehend and a Dealer who won't tell you the rules, and who smiles all the time.

At least, you think it’s poker. But the Dealer can do things you’re pretty sure they aren’t allowed to do in real games. You don’t say anything however, because the players at the table seem to be playing their own games within games, sliding cards and chips and dice and markers and the occasional crossword puzzle across the table, sometimes outright stealing from each other.

Genderfluid angels. Nonbinary angels. Agender angels. Thirdgender angels.