Ineffable Husbands One Shots (Closed)

Everything

Aziraphale wasn't oblivious to Crowey's demon ways. He'd known the serpent for the past six thousand years. However, he had never seen Crowley's jealous side. Until now that is.

At the moment Aziraphale was glaring daggers at the demon who was stood defensively in his shop.

"Oh come on, angel, don't be like this," Crowley huffed.

"He was my friend, Crowley, and you sent him away," Aziraphale huffed, his arms crossed over his chest.

"He's a human. And I just convinced him that he would be better off living elsewhere," Crowley shrugged.

"Somewhere I couldn't see him again," Aziraphale reminded him.

"He's a human, angel," Crowley repeated though it didn't seem to matter to Aziraphale.

"You are ridiculous, Crowley. He made my favorite tea and we liked all the same books, he was my friend. Why would you do that?" Aziraphale was properly upset and Crowley just couldn't understand why.

"You don't need friends angel, you have me," Crowley gestured to himself.

"And I love you, but this is too much. I've had friends before and you never cared. Why now?"

"He was too friendly, angel," Crowley hissed at the memory of the man's hand on Aziraphale's lower back.

"So that's what this is? You're jealous," Aziraphale scoffed with a shake of his head, "You should know better Crowley."

"Me? What about you? You let me be all friendly and touchy and-"

"Don't turn this around on me, you know that's not what it was like," Aziraphale interrupted harshly.

"Angel-"

"I think you should leave."

"What?" Crowley was taken back by the comment.

"I need some time, so take all your things, and go. Take everything. I don't want anything left behind. I want to not think about you for the next-" Aziraphale's words were cut off with a yelp as Crowley had swooped in and lifted Aziraphale over his shoulder.

"What are you doing, put me down, Crowley," Aziraphale flailed.

Crowley finally set him down as he reached the door. "You said take everything. You're my everything, angel."

"Oh," Aziraphale blushed heavily.

Crowley cupped the side of Aziraphale's face. "I didn't want to upset you, angel, I just didn't like the way he was so friendly with you."

"Crowley, my dear, there's no need to be jealous. He's just a human. And I would never choose anyone over you," Aziraphale put his hand over Crowley's on his cheek.

"I suppose that means you want me to undo what I did?" Crowley asked with a wince.

"I would appreciate it," Aziraphale nodded with a small smile.

"Very well, but the moment he does something I don't like-"

"How about the moment he does something I don't like, I'll be the one sending him away. Fair?"

Crowley scowled and nodded, "Fine, fine."

"Very good," the angel reached forward and pressed a tiny kiss to the demon's nose.

"Were you really gonna make me leave?" Crowley asked then, the frown still on his face.

"It would have taught you a lesson," Aziraphale nodded.

"You know I hate going too long without seeing you, angel."

"Exactly," Aziraphale smirked.

Crowley was careful not to do anything that warranted that kind of lesson again. He even tried to be nice to the 'friend' he'd sent away. He made it a point to be as loving with Aziraphale as he could in front of him too. That seemed to help minimize the touching and friendly comments. Aziraphale noticed but he let it happen, he rather enjoyed Crowley's possessive side if he was being honest.

(Request for Mythical_Lei, hope it's okay)