Take These Broken Wings And Learn To Fly

Epilogue

Did I say this was going to be significantly shorter than the usual chapters? Yeah, let's not talk about that xD

Anyway, we're finally here! Last but not least, I hope, a final sappy sappy farewell! Like honestly, they're disgustingly soft and in love, kissing and entwining their fingers far too much. Don't blame me, they wanted this, I don't make the rules.

Thank you so much for sticking with me through this and waiting so patiently for updates, I appreciate you all. Hope you enjoy this, and as always: I hope I earned the privilege of your time <3

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Crowley could happily stay here for the rest of eternity.

Holding Aziraphale in the quiet hours of the night, his naked body curled into Crowley's side, head resting on Crowley's chest. The demon's fingers are drawing lazy circles on Aziraphale's back, trailing along the dip of his spine under his black wings blanketing them in safety and comfort.

It's not the first time he's done this now ever since they settled into this life, a life where Aziraphale has stayed, where they've picked up a comfortable daily routine again, a life where Crowley is slowly learning to trust in his angel's bright smiles, open arms and freely given words of affection. They're both still learning, it's not perfect, but it's good. It's actually really good.

It's not the first time he gets to enjoy the angel in his arms like this, all soft naked skin and content sighs. Aziraphale even started asking for Crowley to take out his wings a few times, especially during or after they make love. Crowley admits he's been hesitant at first, but Aziraphale seems to truly enjoy the sight and feeling of them as much as Crowley is addicted to the sensation of wrapping the angel up in them, soothing his protective urges.

His fingers trail absent-mindedly over the scars on his angel's back, struck as he thinks back to the day Aziraphale came stumbling into his flat, collapsing on his doorstep with his grey face and blood seeping through the ugly white suit of Heaven.

It feels like a different lifetime now, with how much has happened, how much has changed between them since that day, and yet in reality that time has been a mere drop in their eternal lifespan.

Aziraphale shifts against him, pressing closer as he stretches lazily to nuzzle into the crook of Crowley's neck, humming softly.

"Something on your mind, dear?"

Crowley hasn't even noticed his hands stopping in their slow explorations, resting near those scars now. His shoulders have tensed too, and he exhales pointedly, willing himself to relax into the mattress.

He doesn't want to break the comfortable tranquility of the moment, ready to dismiss Aziraphale's inquiry, but his mouth seems to have different plans.

"Have I done enough?"

Aziraphale lifts his head from where it's resting against the demon's chest, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"To make you happy", Crowley says, watching as the confusion on Aziraphale's face melts away into soft eyes and a gentle smile.

"Darling." The angel presses his lips quickly to Crowley's chest before looking up at him again. "Crowley, you don't have to do anything. Getting to be with you is more than enough."

"Sure, but-" Crowley swallows. "Just...with everything that happened, y'know. I want you to tell me if there's ever something more you need-"

Aziraphale shakes his head softly, shutting him up with a finger against Crowley's lips. Then he leans in, replacing his finger with his own lips, kissing him gently.