The picture is one that I downloaded. It wasn't really what I imagined in my head when I wrote this, but I thought she was pretty ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summary-ish: After a mishap on a mission from heaven, Aziraphale is stranded in a female body until Heaven decides it's convenient to fix the problem. The bookshop is broken into one day while Aziraphale is still there... stuff happens... Crowley (unintentionally!) comes to the rescue. Protective!Crowley.

Warnings: mentions of rape (doesn't actually happen though), some iffy stuff... LANGUAGE

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The mug made no noise as it was set down, the pale hands lingering on the handle. Aziraphale sighed, running a hand through her messy hair. Ever since the mission for Heaven, she had been stuck with this female body and customers kept questioning where "Mr. Fell went". So far, the best story Aziraphale could come up with was that Mr. Fell had fallen ill and she was his step-daughter, the lie wouldn't hold up forever, nor would she. Not if customers continued to come into the shop just to flirt with her. It was insufferable, how women put up with it, she did not know.

Crowley knew little of the flirtatious customers, only because he had been there to witness it once and that had not been a pretty sight. She had seen his jaw clench as he watched from the corner of the bookshop. Aziraphale had tried to get the customer out with "I think you should be on your way" before Crowley could snap, but it hadn't worked and oh did Crowley snap.

The customer was out of the shop in no time.

Aziraphale shuddered just thinking about the memory, taking a sip of the warm cocoa and closing her eyes. Just then, a small click from the front of the bookshop made her jump. It couldn't have been a customer for it was after hours and she would have heard the soft jingle of the bell when the door opened. Maybe Crowley?

The Angel slowly opened the door from the back room to look out into the bookshop but found that she couldn't quite satisfy her curiosity.

"Crowley, dear? Is that you?" Aziraphale creeped out of the back room, pulling her cardigan tighter around her.

No response.

She approached the door, unlocking and relocking the door and checking the open sign, which was still on 'closed'. As the Angel began to turn around, a hand was placed over her mouth and she was dragged to the back room where the person pushed her to the floor. Aziraphale's head connected with the floor in a hard thud and she winced, a throbbing headache blinding her senses.

"So you're the new pretty shop keep'r everyone's been talking about, huh?" The man wore a wicked smile and Aziraphale's eyes widened, he was most definitely not Crowley. "y' know, I only came here tonight for your cash, but a beautiful woman, all alone? I ain't passin' this up..."

He grinned and Aziraphale inched backward. The Angel began to panic, there was no way she could let him do anything to her, she didn't want to fall...

"I'll give you anything you want... Please don't do this..." She pleaded, her back against the desk.

"Oh, but I got everything I want right here in front of me..."

Aziraphale glanced to the cell phone on the sofa. If she could somehow get over to it, she might be able to call Crowley.

Just stall him...

 "I'll give you all the cash, just, please... Don't do this..." She stood slowly, holding her hands in front of her.

 "I'll take the cash once 'm done with you sweetheart..." The man began to approach Aziraphale, like a lion stalking its prey.

 Soon, the male had the Angel pinned against the desk, the lower half of his body slowly grinding into her's as if trying to seduce her. Aziraphale's face flushed and she bit her lip, screwing her eyes shut.

Crowley, you old serpent... Where are you when I need you...?

  Crowley was, in fact, sleeping.

 A groan was drawn from the man's throat as he forced Aziraphale to sit on top of the desk, running his hands along her legs.

 Within moments he had her pinned on top of the desk, tearing open the Angel's blouse. Buttons clattered on the desk and ground around them and Aziraphale let out a cry.

"Please! No! I don't think you understand- please!"

 The man ignored the Angel's cries and pleading, continuing to attempt to strip her. Finally, the man got irritated with the whining and slammed his fists on the desk.

 "Listen here you little whore... 'm gonna fuck you and you're gonna take it." He growled and Aziraphale struggled underneath him.

 Before the man had the chance to act any further, they heard the front door open and the bell dings softly. He shot up, listening for movement.

 "Angel? Where are you, angel?" Crowley called out.

 Aziraphale took the chance to shove him off of her, also falling off the desk in the process and gave a pained cry as she hit the floor. Human bodies were delicate.

 The man scrambled to get up, but not fast enough to flee from the demon who flung the backroom door open. For a brief moment, Aziraphale felt pity for the man as she saw the look Crowley wore.

 The Demon's sunglasses were in his clenched fist, most likely broken by his strength. This meant Crowley's golden eyes were exposed, putting the fear of, well, Crowley in the man.

 In mere seconds, Crowley had the man held against the wall by the neck, "What the hell do you think you were doing? I should kill you for messing with my Angel..."

 However, as the Demon heard a whimper from the other side of the room he dropped the man, who quickly scrambled out of the bookshop, and rushed to the Angel's side.

 She had her knees pulled to her chest, pulling the torn blouse tight around her body. Tears streamed down Aziraphale's cheeks and she practically tackled Crowley when she saw him crouch next to her. Her hands clawed at his jacket, pulling his as close as possible and sobbing into his collar. He wrapped his arms around her and gently ran his fingers soothingly through her hair.

 "I-I can't stay here tonight... not after this, not alone..." Aziraphale clung to Crowley.

 "You can stay with me tonight- or for however long you need, angel..." the Demon whispered.

 Though Crowley could not see it, she smiled softly and whispered a thank you into his shoulder. 

~{Bonus}~

They sat on the floor for a few moments longer until Crowley finally helped Aziraphale up and out to the Bentley. Despite his normal reputation for being a speed demon, Crowley took it slower, slower so he wouldn't scare the Angel in the passenger seat too much. She had already been shaken up enough for one night and if he could do anything about it, Aziraphale would live without another human tormenting her especially when Heaven finally returned her to her regular form.

 In the passenger seat, Aziraphale had lost the normal posh posture she normally kept. Love filled the Bentley, it was like a thick aura around Crowley and the Angel had to stifle a giggle. The sound of Freddie Mercury's voice filled the settling silence and made both the beings flush slightly.

"One sentimental moment in your arms
Is like a shooting star right through my heart
It's always a rainy day without you
I'm a prisoner of love inside you
I'm falling apart all around you
And all I can do is surrender"