Wings | Good Omens Fanfic | Ineffable Husbands | Crowley X Aziraphale

Chapter Three: Wing Pain

  Aziraphale was the first to wake up when he realized a sharp pain in his wings. Why were they out to begin with? A whimper left the archangel's mouth. Waking Crowley up,

  "What's wrong?"

  "Wing pain.. I don't know why."

  The demon sat up and motioned for Aziraphale to do the same, he did. Crowley looked at each wing individually, carefully inspecting them. Until he found a bit of Hell grass near the bases of two. When was that put there?! When yesterday would anyone have time to put that there?!

  It was already fused into the bases. So Crowley had to attempt to miracle it out, but, because of how sleepy he was still. He wasn't able to and Aziraphale was limiting how many miracles he did. The angels had things against too many miracles for some odd reason.

  Crowley groaned and went to grab the first aid kit Aziraphale kept in his bathroom just in case something like this ever happened.

  "You have any plans today, Ziraphale?"

  "No.. none that I can think of, why?"

  "Because you won't be able to move much after I do this."

  "Oh? OH-"

  Crowley had made an incision in one of the wing bases to get the grass out. And god it hurt. The demon knew how sensitive Angel wings are, so he was just hoping Aziraphale could endure this until it was over. Although he was quite enjoying the lines of profanities archangel was spewing.

  Zira was already feeling the affects of this. Crowley kept looking up to make sure he wasn't too pale. They may be celestial beings but fainting was still very real. Especially after spending so much time with humans.

One down one to go. Aziraphale was breathing heavily, trying to keep his eyes open and fight the darkness creeping into them. Crowley was doing this for two reasons. One, so his angel wouldn't have to deal with the agony of that pain. And two, so he wouldn't fall. Heaven doesn't like the angel's having any connection to Hell, grass being a 'connection'.

After the demon was done, Aziraphale passed out. But at least he was all patched up, Crowley glared at the grass and threw it into the canister of holy water he still had. He hadn't used it all when he got it. Good thing.

Getting up off the bed, he stared at the Angel laying on it. Noticing the bags under his eyes, when was the last time he slept before last night? Lord, "Zira.. your going to discorporate yourself if you don't sleep.. you should know that." Crowley whispered as he went to go.. probably raid the archangel's wine.

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Aziraphale woke up a few hours later, he realized how he was still in his clothes from the day before. So he changed into something more comfortable.. something Crowley bought him. He was now in a cream turtleneck, a pair of light blue shorts, and his slippers. The Angel wasn't feeling being all preppy right now. His wings were killing him, but he had to keep them out for the sake of them healing.

Walking into the small living room area's doorframe he saw Crowley just sitting there, reading. That was a first, "Crowley, dear, are you.. reading? Or do my eyes deceive me?" The snake looked up immediately,

"I could say the same about you, angel. Are you wearing an outfit I bought you? I knew you'd look good in the stuff I get you, but damn." Crowley's tongue stuck out for a second. The demon's eyes grew wider, "Are you wearing one of my shirts under that turtleneck??"

Aziraphale cowered into the neck of the sweater, "Maybe..?" The angel still stood in the doorway, uncomfortable to walk further into the room. A chuckle from the demon threw him off,

"Oh, Angel, it's alright. I don't mind it at all. If it makes you feel safer than go all for it. But don't steal all my shirts now."

"Right.."

Being taller but thinner was quite a challenge, but because of how taller people usually call for larger things... Aziraphale made the shirt work. It was quite big on him if I was being honest.

The demon got up and walked over to Aziraphale, grabbing the archangel's hands he pulled the angel into the center of the room. Dancing to a song only the snake could hear. He had his eyes closed, while the angel's eyes were looking at him. Oh how this archangel was in love with him.

  Aziraphale closed all his eyes and danced with Crowley too, a blissful moment in their life. It felt nice, "Eh-em. I seem to be interrupting something?" Gabriel chided.

  The archangel let go of Crowley and miracled his decent clothes on. Crowley just fizzled into the ground into his snake form and slithered away, "Okay then. Aziraphale we have to talk."

  "You're being sent to hell. Permanently. We will make you fall." Gabriel said with the most serious face ever.

  Aziraphale's head started reeling, he grabbed his dress shirt and everything felt like it was crumbling down on him.

  "Just kidding, I found out something called 'April Fools' from the humans." Aziraphale looked up at Gabriel through teary eyes.

  "That.. wasn't funny." Is all the one curled up on the ground could get out, "It isn't even April, Gabriel sir.."

  Gabriel sighed and left. Crowley came back into the room and saw him just curled into a tight ball. Concerned he rushed to his angel's aid, "What's wrong?!" He said in a very concerned way,

  "Gabriel said I'd be falling.. then said it was an April Fools joke.. but it's not April.. and I don't think he was lying."

  Crowley's eyes widened. Pulling the angel up into a sitting position they sat there for hours, waiting to see if Aziraphale did ever fall. And he didn't, but they waited for a while longer. Just to make sure. But nothing happened, so they just fell asleep together. Both in that same place on the floor.

  Both were extremely tired, Crowley just because, but Aziraphale was always tired. Always. He hid it well enough but the only times he really slept was if he was forced to by Anathema or Crowley. But y'know. The angel does what the angel's gotta do.

  Crowley miracled them a pillow before the slept. So that was nice, only one pillow though. For a reason, he had turned into his snake form and curled up on Zira's chest. It was safe there, secure. It made the snake feel loved when he slept on Aziraphale's chest.

  Aziraphale talks in his sleep, Crowley has noted that. So every now and then when the demon wakes up to make sure the archangel hasn't fallen, he hears bits and pieces of things.

  "But.. I love you, dear."

  "Do you love me, really?"

  Mostly it was doubt. Was the reason why Aziraphale didn't sleep was because he kept having nightmares? Well Crowley wouldn't let that happen. He proceeded to sleep on the angel's face. Aziraphale wouldn't have night then, would he? Meh, Crowley couldn't check. He was tired and concerned. Not a good combination for when you sleep.