Ineffable ~ Good Omens One Shots

Heartbroken and Fevered [Angst w/h/e] -Ineffable Husbands-

A/N: So, hello dear readers. I was talking to one of my friends. The conversation was about how I like to write angst with death in it. The challenge was for me to write Ineffable Husbands, and nobody can die. I accepted. I promise I'll be getting to the requests I have soon, but at the moment I only find myself able to write angst. Now if you would like to request angst, please do so. I'm all open for it. Also quick note, I usually write the characters based off the TV version but that usually doesn't effect much.

Crowley never knew how hard it would be to stay strong. The rest of their lives were upon them, and this was his chance to have things the way he wanted. He had been holding back for the past six thousand years.

When he looked into Aziraphale's eyes, he saw the eyes of the angel who brought him so much comfort. All those years of looking deep into his eyes. Crowley believed that the angel would never understand the feeling of longing.

Aziraphale knew the feeling good and well. There were so many moments where he wanted to hold onto Crowley. He wanted to hold his hand. He wanted to cuddle with him. He wanted to fall asleep in his arms. Most of all he wanted someone to love him more than anything in the world. He wanted that someone to be Crowley.

There were so many nights where Aziraphale would lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling, wishing for Crowley to love him. There were just as many nights where Crowley would lay in a field, staring up at the stars, wishing that Aziraphale was there. But Aziraphale was an angel, and Crowley was a demon. That held them back until now. Now the only thing holding them back was their nerves. This was when Crowley had to stay strong under pressure.

It was a normal day for the most part. A light snow was beginning to fall. Crowley was driving to the bookshop to see Aziraphale. Today was the day he planned to say every word that he had wanted to scream for the past six thousand years. He was afraid of loosing his best friend. He decided that holding his voice back for another one hundred years wouldn't hurt. What Aziraphale didn't know couldn't hurt him.

Crowley kept driving. He decided he'd leave, just for a little while. There was no need for good byes. He didn't plan on leaving long term. Just long enough to clear his head. Also, long enough for a nice nap. The demon was tired anyways. The snake side of him begged him to start hibernation.

Aziraphale sat in the book shop, curled up by the fire with his cocoa and a book. He was wondering where Crowley was. They were supposed to have dinner together. The angel decided that Crowley was held up by the snow. He could wait a little longer. He spent all night waiting in fact. At some point he realized Crowley wasn't coming. He still waited. He wanted to at least provide a place for Crowley to stay when he showed up.

In all truth Aziraphale waited for days. Crowley never showed up. He didn't answer his phone either. Aziraphale even stopped by his apartment, and to his surprise there was no Crowley.

The angel couldn't help but look around. Empty wine bottles were scattered everywhere. In all the mess sat a leather bound book. Aziraphale smiled at the sight of it. Hundreds of years ago Aziraphale had bought it for him. It was just a simple journal. Upon Aziraphale opening it, he discovered that the journal meant more to him than anything ever had.

Aziraphale flipped through the pages. He read about abuse from Hell, and his fall from Heaven. He read about Crowley's creations. Best of all he read about Crowley's feelings. There was nothing he enjoyed more than reading about Crowley's feelings, because the demon was packed full of them.

Crowley often wrote about Aziraphale. Just about the things that he wanted to happen, but believed never would. Things like hand holding and cuddling. Things like falling asleep while spooning. Things like whispering about love. The kind of soft things you wouldn't expect a demon to want.