Imagine Aziraphale asked Crowley what it felt like to fall, and when Crowley answers in all honesty but staying nonchalant, the angel's heart breaks, hating to think about Crowley being lost and suffering so much...
So one day, he sits on the couch, smiling gently at his lover and he pats the cushions, asking silently for the demon to join him. Crowley does, a bit puzzled though. But when he does, Aziraphale sits away from him at one proximity of the couch, turning to him as one thigh and knee rest on the seat.
"Lie down ?" He asks softly.
Wearing a wtf expression, Crowley tentatively lies down on the couch and is a bit surprised by Aziraphale's hands cupping his face to gently guide his head to rest against the angel's thigh. With big eyes, Crowley waits, not sure what to expect.
Then, Aziraphale delicately puts his hands flat on Crowley's chest, close to his heart, while he closes his eyes. After a few seconds, Crowley sees the angel's hands starting glow.
"Wow, wait—"
"Shh." Aziraphale hush gently, wearing a calm expression.
And, while he's a bit anxious, Crowley waits, gulping a bit. When he's feeling a sensation of peacefulness invade him, his heart is slowly warming oddly pleasantly, and it's like all the tension, the fear, the anxiety and the anger left his body. He sighs deeply, feeling empty but in the best way possible. Even bad memories became insignificant, as if far away and unreachable, unable to hurt him anymore. Crowley never felt so relaxed since... Well, he never felt so relaxed.
After what seems to be an eternity, the glow of Aziraphale's hands is fading. Very gently, the angel slides his hands away from Crowley's chest. And yet, the demon could still feel the power lingering in his heart, the peacefulness never leaving him.
Eventually, almost sleepy, Crowley opens his eyes to look up at Aziraphale.
"...What did you do ?" He asks in a whisper.
"I tried to heal your heart." Aziraphale replies softly with the most loving gaze.
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UNDERCOVER - Chapter 5
A little plot breather in the middle of our smut fest!
Summary: In which an angel and a demon go on a mission to find missing angels
Excerpt:
“Anyway, I have a mission for you. A secret one. I trust you can keep a secret, can’t you, Eric?’’
Oh that. That was a threat. Eric swallowed heavily. “Of course my Lord.’’
Crowley pushed himself away from his desk and approached him, pacing the office around him like a shark circling his prey. “There’s an angel on Earth named Muriel. I want you to find them, and I want you to keep them safe, is that understood?’’
Eric frowned, confused. He was sure he had heard that right: keep an angel safe. That was a weird assignment. “Do you need me to get information from them?’’
“Nope. Keep them safe. That’s all.’’
The demon jittered nervously. Angels were dangerous bloodthirsty bastards. Who was to say that this Muriel wasn’t going to discorporate him on sight? “Lord…’’ he tried.
“Lisssten to me, Eric. You go up there, and if anything happens to them, this time I’ll make sure to feed you to hellhounds over and over and over until eternity comes to an end. Ditto if you talk.’’
Eric bit his lip, refraining from saying that a threat was less effective when the previous one had not been followed through. Instead, he nodded. “Shall I go… now?’’
The Prince of Hell produced a low, guttural growl. “What do you think?’’
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i’m afraid of diving into good omens tumblr discourse but i just–i have to say
Aziraphale’s face. it’s. that is the expression of someone who does not want to be kissed, but knows it’s inevitable. though even more subtle than that, it’s the face of someone who does not want the thing to happen not because they don’t want it, but because they do, they really do, and yet it is not the way they wish it would be. Aziraphale knows something here. and he isn’t telling Crowley, nor us. he’s got some kind of higher pressure weighing down on him, forcing him to act against his nature and heart, forcing him to act against Crowley. he backs Crowley into a corner with his talk of joining Metatron in Heaven, and knows it. and that is what he wants, because that’s where he needs Crowley to be–away from him; but he pushes too strong, pushes Crowley to risk it all and end up cornering Aziraphale right back. all Aziraphale wanted, all he needed to do, was protect Crowley by breaking his heart and abandoning him, but you can’t undo 6,000 years of companionship without a miracle. it’s a failure.
whatever the Metatron told or did to Aziraphale that was hidden from us, it terrified him enough to make up a wobbly plan that could keep Crowley safe, if he would just go along with it. Aziraphale may have been strong enough, may have loved Crowley that much, to put his heart on the line and sacrifice himself if it meant Crowley could live on, but he underestimated Crowley’s love for him. underestimated Crowley’s courage and capacity for honesty.
the angel lied and the demon spoke his truth and everything crashed and failed.
and it is painful failure and remorse that i see on Aziraphale’s face.
it’s Please don’t ruin my attempt at saving you and Can’t you see what I’m trying to do and I’m sorry I’m breaking your heart but I have to if I want to keep you and To choose you I have to choose Heaven but I know you’re not seeing it that way and Crowley look at me I’m lying just go along and
Oh no, you believed me entirely too much, what have I done?
with the kiss, Crowley seals his fate as undeniably tied to Aziraphale’s. and Metatron will know.
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we got a crowley version of the aziraphale church feelings realization scene. i think we deserve an aziraphale version of the scene where crowley (as aziraphale) sees how horribly the other angels treat aziraphale and gets a cold, cold look on his face. i think some angel, or even god, should scoff at crowley for trying to do something good, like get the second coming out of harm's way, or give aziraphale a lift, or let someone he doesn't trust borrow his car, or get them some hellfire, or something, and go "it's almost funny how aziraphale thought you could come back. as if you could fit in up here. as if anyone would forgive you." and aziraphale should get the iciest, bleakest look on his face as he realizes there was never any chance of heaven taking either of them as they are.
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