Ineffable Husbands One Shots (Closed)

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***Not really a happy ending***

Six thousand years. It had taken Aziraphale and Crowley six thousands years to come to this moment.

Crowley's hand cupped the angel's cheek, their breaths mingled closely between them as they fought for air. Their lips both red and swollen from the kiss, they'd just shared.

"Angel," Crowley breathed out, his forehead falling to Aziraphale's.

The angel, whose hand was currently tangled in Crowley's firey red strands, nodded in silent agreement. An agreement of, this took too long. In agreement of, this is what we both want. An agreement of mutual love.

"We should celebrate, anywhere you wanna go," Crowley pulled back, his thumb caressed Aziraphale's cheek.

"I think that's a splendid-" Aziraphale's words were cut off. His hand slid from the demon's hair.

"Angel?" Crowley frowned at the sudden tension in the principality's body.

Aziraphale dropped to his knees then a strangled cry ripped from his throat.

"Aziraphale," Crowley fell to his knees next to the hunched over angel. "What's wrong? What is it?"

A ripping sound filled Crowley's ears making him freeze in place. He knew that sound. That memory was engraved in his mind like it had been carved into it with a sharp blade.

"No, no, no, angel, look at me," Crowley lifted Aziraphale's chin so the angel's eyes met his.

"C-Crowley, what's-" Another strangled cry tore from his trembling lips. He gripped at the sleeve of Crowley's jacket with a desperation the demon could taste.

The scent of sulphur surrounded them in a thick cloud.

Realization seemed to hit the angel causing his eyes to widen in horror.

"This can't be happening," Crowley shook his head. This was a bad dream, that's all it was, a bad dream.

"Crowley, I don't want to fall. I-" Another cry ripped through Crowley's heart as the tearing sound grew louder.

Crowley pulled Aziraphale into his arms as if he could hold his grace in place by sheer willpower. The tearing sound was everything angelic being ripped from his angel.

"It hurts," Aziraphale cried out, his grip tightening on Crowley's arm.

"I know, love, I know. I'm so sorry," Crowley felt tears sting his eyes as he held the angel tighter.

One more strangled cry and the angel went limp in the demon's arms. Crowley couldn't hold back the tears any longer. A broken sob filled the now eerily quiet room of the bookshop.

Crowley pressed his lips to the top of the angel's head.

Aziraphale stirred then.

"Angel?" Crowley asked with a hopeful lilt in his tone.

Aziraphale looked up his eyes meeting Crowley's.

A whimper fell from the demon's lips at the sight. What used to be the angelic blue green color was now a demonic dark blue with a bright blue iris. It would be creepy if it were on anyone other than Aziraphale but on the innocent once angel Crowley only saw softness.

Aziraphale pulled from Crowley quickly as if suddenly realizing he was in the demon's arms.

"I...you..." Aziraphale looked down at himself as if he was processing something.

"Was this your plan all along?" Aziraphale asked, a harshness in his tone Crowley had never heard before. "Make the innocent angel fall for you?"

"What? No, of course not, I-"