Zee's Ineffable Husbands Ficlets
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Crowley had time to take in three things when he opened the door to Aziraphale’s bookshop. First, that Hastur had not gotten any less revolting since the last time Crowley had seen him. Second, that their body swapping stunt hadn’t bought anywhere near as much time as he’d expected. Third, that the splash of water flying towards his face was very unlikely to have come from the local duck pond.
Crowley is in danger, and Aziraphale showcases his 'righteous fury' side
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- Part 1 of Zee's Ineffable Husbands Ficlets
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Three weeks ago he’d been utterly convinced that everything would change. Sitting across from Aziraphale at the Ritz, and watching the angel’s giddy smile and lose posture and the way his eyes lit up as he spoke, Crowley had been sure—completely sure—that they were finally going to take the leap. That they were ready to acknowledge the thing they’d been delicately side-stepping for six thousand bloody years.
And then nothing had changed.
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- Part 2 of Zee's Ineffable Husbands Ficlets
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Crowley lay back down, made an effort of will, and unfolded his wings. Black feathers stretched out to their full span before he brought them down to rest, one wing over the back of the couch and the other trailing off the edge to the floor. He hummed, revelling in the lose muscles, and closed his eyes. He was close to drifting off when he noticed that he couldn’t hear the sound of Aziraphale turning pages any longer. Curious, he looked up.
The angel had his chin resting on his hand, staring at Crowley. The book was lying closed on his knees.
Crowley’s heart lurched, a little jolt of feeling that he still wasn’t used to. “Angel?”
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- Part 3 of Zee's Ineffable Husbands Ficlets
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“Please… please, no.”
“I’m… I’m so sorry.”
He looked up. There was an angel standing on the scorched earth, facing away. He had white-blond hair to match his gleaming white wings, and a glowing crown of silver metal. There was a sword in his hands, fire flickering along its length, and he was holding its point to the throat of a figure stretched out on the ground at his feet.
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- Part 4 of Zee's Ineffable Husbands Ficlets
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“Thank you.” Aziraphale stepped closer. His knees brushed against Crowley’s.
“It’s just… it’s just cocoa, angel,” Crowley whispered. His knuckles were white where he gripped the edge of the desk.
Aziraphale didn’t answer. His eyes flicked down the line of Crowley’s throat as the demon swallowed, lingering on his shoulders, the taught line of his torso, his hips.
Written for the prompt "when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more"
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- Part 5 of Zee's Ineffable Husbands Ficlets
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For an entity for whom size and shape were merely options, Crowley had become awfully preoccupied with distance lately. Currently, he was studying the scant handful of inches that Aziraphale had left between them when the angel plonked himself down on his patterned sofa. Not on the armchair. Not even at the other end of the sofa. Right there, one cushion over.
Written for the prompt "staring at the other’s lips, trying not to kiss them, before giving in"
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- Part 6 of Zee's Ineffable Husbands Ficlets
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The angel tangled their fingers together, tugging Crowley after him as he walked backwards to the space in front of the fireplace.
“I hope you’re not expecting me to do a gavotte, angel.”
“Oh, no, I thought we could try something simpler.” Aziraphale flicked a hand at their record player, and the needle dropped into place as the record started to spin.
Gentle piano notes joined the crackle of the fireplace, soft and slow. Crowley’s eyebrows rose as he listened to the music.
“You know how to waltz?” he asked, surprised.
Written for the prompt "when one person’s face is scrunched up, and the other one kisses their lips/nose/forehead"
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- Part 7 of Zee's Ineffable Husbands Ficlets
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They didn’t talk about it. They both knew, of course, but they didn’t talk about it. It was unspoken, a mutual, silent agreement. Crowley could count on one hand the number of times they’d referenced it even obliquely, and each occurrence had carved a permanent scar in his tattered heart.
It was true, though. No less real for being undeclared. No less powerful for being locked away. It bubbled up, occasionally, when Crowley’s white knuckled grip slipped.
Currently, he was slipping quite a lot. The difference was that this time… this time, he thought Aziraphale was slipping too.
Written for the prompt "wrist kisses"
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- Part 8 of Zee's Ineffable Husbands Ficlets