A/N: This is going to be an Ineffable Husbands focused one-shot book with both SFW and NSFW content. All chapters will have the prompt the story is based on, as well as any warnings, at the top in the author's note.
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Prompt by @anon on Tumblr: If you're still doing the prompts, what about Crowley taking care of his sick angel?
Disclaimer: I do not own Good Omens.
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"Angel." Crowley says, leaning over from his place above their bed and grabbing onto the blanket from where Zira had thrown it off to the side. "Please just say under the covers. You're freezing–"
Aziraphale shakes his head, blinking up at his mate as the demon frowns. "No, no, my dear, I am perfectly fi–"
The angel cuts himself off with a hacking cough, his whole body jolting with the force and he nearly whimpers as his throat throbs from the constant abuse.
Angels, or any supernatural being to be honest, don't normally get sick but Aziraphale seems to have been on Earth long enough that his immune system isn't quite what it once was up in Heaven.
Crowley coos, leaning down and gently rubbing the blonde's back as he finally regains his breath. Aziraphale sucks in a lung-full of air, choking a bit as he collapses back against the pillows.
"It's okay, dove." Crowley says, smoothing back Zira's curls from his forehead. "Just breathe, alright."
Aziraphale nods, pulling the covers further up his chin and swallows as his eyes fill with frustrated tears.
"I-I am very sorry that you have to deal with me in s-such a state, dearest." The angel says, wincing as his throat scratches.
His husband just leans down and kisses his cheek with a sigh, gently cupping the trembling angel's face in his warm hands.
"You have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart." Crowley says, rubbing his nose across the blonde's jaw and pressing featherlight kisses against his skin. "Relax."
The angel doesn't respond, just closes his eyes and tries in vain to keep from coughing again as his chest constricts. Finally, however, he can't keep it contained and his whole body shoots up as another round of coughing causes his lungs to ache.
"Shh. Shh, baby." Crowley says, helping his mate sit up as he gags a little. "Just let it all out, shh."
"It-It hurts." Aziraphale gasps, whining a little.
"I know, my love, I know." Crowley coos, voice strained. He gently begins rubbing his angel's back in soothing circles, hating how Zira's breathe wheezes. "I would take it all away if I could, I swear to you I would."
Carefully climbing from their bed as Aziraphale finally calms down once more, the demon making soothing sounds under his breath when his mate reaches out toward him.
"I'm just going to get you a drink, sweetness. I'll be back in just a minute."
Snapping his fingers, the demon is gone in a pop and back again before Zira could even blink, holding a steaming cup of tea in one hand and an old, black t-shirt in the other.
"Sit up for me, honey."
Compiling, Aziraphale gasps as his bottom-up shirt is snapped away, shivering in the chilly air. Before he could complain, however, Crowley is gently pulling the black shirt over his head and the angel nearly groans at how soft the fabric is against his achy, overheated skin.
Brining the shirt up to his nose, the blonde melts when he realizes that its his husband's and he can't keep himself from sniffling a bit, reaching over and pulling the frowning demon closer to him.
"Hold on, dove." Crowley says, grabbing the still steaming cup and bringing it up to the angel's mouth. "Take small sips, it's hot."
Taking a bit of tea into his mouth, the blonde closes his eyes as the hot liquid soothes his throat, a sigh of pleasure leaving him. Above him, Crowley smiles, his yellow eyes soft.
Finally, the angel finishes his drink, leaning into the soft touch that his laid against his cheek as his husband sets the cup down.
"Thank you s-so much–" Cutting himself off to cough, Aziraphale clears his throat as he leans back against the pillows once more. "–my dear."
Crowley settles down beside his mate, gathering the angel against his chest and smiling gently when Zira nuzzles closer.
"It's no problem, angel." The demon says, pressing a sweet kiss against his husband's forehead. "Just try and get some sleep right now alright? That should make you feel a shit tons better tomorrow."
Aziraphale just yawns, shifting so that Crowley is curled around him, the demon's legs trapping his own in a cocoon of warmth. He can feel Crowley sigh against his neck before his arms tighten around Aziraphale's waist and the angel closes his eyes.
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