//REQUESTS ARE OPEN BUT I'LL ONLY DO DETAILED GOOD ONES WITH PROMPTS BECAUSE WRITERS BLOCK//
Hey sluts. I suppose you wanna read Ineffable Husbands oneshots with occasional Ineffable -uhh whatever Gabriel and Beelzebub is called. I update when I fee...
A/N: The title translates to "Goodnight, My Angel" by the way. So this one is going to be a sadone so be prepared.Warning there's violence, mentions of blood, a little tiny mention of suicidal thoughts, and it's just some real angst.
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Oh also look at this absolutely amazing art TheJalapenoOnAStiick made of my last one shotYour Home Is With Me. I'm forever grateful for it.
Edit: So I'm dumb kind of and scrolled back through the chat and found this previously sent beauty that was also of the fic.
"Wake up! Aziraphale, wake up!"
Crowley had the angel wrapped tightly in his arms. This was one of the few times Crowley actually broke down in tears. He was afraid he'd loose his angel. They had been together for six thousand years, and this seemed like the beginning of the end.
Crowley caressed Aziraphale's face. The demon sobbed, "I didn't want to, Aziraphale, I'm sorry. I didn't want to."
Blood began to run from the side of Aziraphale's lip. His face was too pale. Crowley couldn't stand it.
The demon looked up and shouted, "Why God? Why do you have to take my angel away? You know I love him!"
Aziraphale was full of such light yesterday.
Yesterday...
"Aziraphale! Wake up!"
Crowley kissed Aziraphale's cheek. The angel smiled and giggled, "I'm still asleep."
Crowley whispered in his ear, "Okay, stay asleep. I guess I'll just let these crêpes I made get cold."
Aziraphale opened his eyes and asked, "Did you really make crêpes?"
Crowley smirked and said, "You should come find out, angel."
He really did make crêpes, and Aziraphale found them to be absolutely scrumptious.
