Ineffable ~ Good Omens One Shots

Angel Of My Dreams [Angst w/h/e] [Human! Crowley] (Ineffable Husbands)

A/N: tw- drowning, murder, Major Character Death.

One could not call Anthony J. Crowley a good man, nor a bad one. He was just himself. He worked to benefit himself, and no one else, and that's not to say he didn't work hard. He lived a dream life of luxury; a big house, the newest electronics, a maid service, fancy French wines and a bed softer than Heaven.

Laying down in that bed was a highlight of his day. He adored the way he was kept warm by that bed, especially in the winter when the snow was dusting the trees of his estate.

The complete opposite of what life was like for him as a child. Memories of it always pressed his mind. He remembers all the cold nights alone, and the way people left him lost and forgotten in crowds of people.

All except for a wonderful boy named Azzie. The one person in the world who had cared for him. The two would go ice skating together often. After all it was Azzie who had purchased Crowley his first pair of skates.

One day there had been a terrible accident though. Azzie fell through the ice and drowned. When Crowley ran for help nobody even knew of Azzie's existence. There was no body to be found. It always made Crowley wonder if Azzie was just some part of his imagination.

Memories of Azzie always played with Crowley's mind. As he laid in bed, softly drifting to sleep he could almost hear Azzie's soft whispers.

"Anthony, please. You can't dismiss me as nothing. Not again. I'm coming back."

This went on until Crowley was in a deep sleep. He found himself dreaming.

A bright light appeared in front of him. A hand stuck out of it, softly caressing Crowley's face. He couldn't help but lean into the touch.

"Anthony, can you hear me?"

"Yes... uh, who is this?"

"It's me, Aziraphale... Azzie."

"You're dead Azzie. I'm dreaming, of course."

Crowley closed his eyes.

"Anthony, I was never even technically alive in your human sense. I'm an angel. I always have been. I didn't get much of a chance to say goodbye the last time we spoke."

"Oh, that's nice. Are you going to give me some angelic words of wisdom?"

"No, but once you wake up I intend to have tea with you. Now have a dream about whatever you like best and I'll be there in the morning."

"Mmhm, okay. Got it Azzie."

The next morning was welcoming. He woke up wrapped in a beautiful quilt, and didn't open his eyes for some time. When he did though, he almost screamed.

"Please, Anthony, it's just me."

In front of him stood a man who had white hair and blue eyes, and wore a shocked expression on his face.

Crowley asked, "Is that really you, Azzie?"

"It's Aziraphale now."

He couldn't help but stare at Aziraphale. It was as if he was the most beautiful thing on earth.

"Please Anthony, don't look at me like that."

Crowley got out of bed with a smile plastered on his cheeks. His arms around Aziraphale, holding him, just to know he was real.

"Anthony, I've missed you," Aziraphale sighed. He pressed Crowley's head to his chest.

"I've missed you too. I'm sorry."

Crowley softly laughed as he sniffed, "I'm just glad to have you back. Where were you?"

"Heaven, filling out paperwork over the accident. Luckily I had this form on backup."

Crowley chuckled softly.

"Looks kind of like your old one."

Aziraphale couldn't help but wipe away some of the tears that were rolling down Crowley's cheeks.

"Why are you here?" Crowley asked, his eyes begging for an honest answer. Aziraphale didn't want to respond. He couldn't tell Crowley his answer, but he couldn't lie either. He knew he had to be choosy with his words.

"I'm here for you. I am your angel after all. Took quite a stunt to get out of Heaven, considering I am not supposed to be interacting with humans, but you mean so much time me."

Crowley smiled softly and said, "I missed you so badly. Azzie guess what? We can have crepes, right now! You always wanted me to try them!"

Aziraphale let go of Crowley and said, "That sounds wonderful. I'd love a tour of this place."

"I'll show you everything. Just give me a moment to get ready," Crowley said as he grabbed some clothes. He then darted to his bathroom and got dressed.

"Ready, Azzie?"

"It's Aziraphale."

Aziraphale and Crowley then walked downstairs together. They had a lovely breakfast of crepes. Then they went outside. Crowley's boots crunched in the thin snow, Aziraphale following closely behind him.

"This place is beautiful, Anthony. How did you build all this?"

Crowley said, "I got a job after you disappeared. Went up from there. Eventually I started my own company and then came this."

Aziraphale smiled softly at him.

"Do you have a pond on this property? Perhaps we could go ice skating."

Crowley sighed, "I don't have skates. Couldn't bare to buy another pair."

"Not a problem," Aziraphale said. He miracled himself and Crowley a pair. They then began to walk to the pond. Both of them were smooth on the ice.

"Anthony, what would happen to this place if you died?"

Crowley took a moment to think before responding, "I wrote my will a while back. Everything goes to close friends."

He skated to be in front of Aziraphale. A soft kiss was placed on the angel's cheek. This made both their cheeks turn warm and pink. Crowley couldn't help but skate away.

"Coming over here angel? Want me to kiss you on the lips this time?"

Crowley didn't notice the ice breaking underneath him. Aziraphale did.

"Crowley, stop it. You're making me blush."

As Aziraphale said that Crowley fell through the ice.

His entire world turned black. Everything around him felt cold. His lungs began to take in water, and his heart slowed down.

On top of the ice stood Aziraphale, and another angel; Gabriel.

"You did good Aziraphale. You'll be rewarded accordingly."

A smile brushed Aziraphale's face. He said, "I'd like to see Anthony once he makes it up there."

Crowley could see two figures above the ice, speaking to each other as he sunk further, until he rolled into a bright light.

"Anthony, I'm so glad you made it! I was hoping you would. You're a good man, Anthony. Come on."