Ineffable Oneshots by Kiera

Smells like Roses🌹

😇- Pure Fluff
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Crowley returned to the flat where he and his angelic lover have been staying ever since the darling cherub stepped down from his position as Archangel to be with his favorite demon. He immediately smelled the familiar, comforting scent of old books and that flowery, feminine shampoo and body wash his angel loved. Crowley personally would never use something so feminine, but he also didn't object when he ended up smelling like a field of roses and lavender anyways after being snuggled up with his beloved little angel.

"Azira, I'm home!" Crowley called out from the living room. He heard something clatter in the small bathroom and decided to head that way.

He found the door slightly ajar and peered inside, seeing Aziraphale fussing over the vanity as he had accidentally knocked over a few of his things. Crowley could barely contain his laughter as he snuck up behind him, smirking at his reflection into the mirror.

"Oh, you mischievous scamp, you!" Aziraphale scolded, trying to regain his composure. Poor Aziraphale had let out a yelp of surprise, scared shitless when he looked up and saw the red-haired, golden eyed demon standing behind him in the mirror smirking wickedly.

"You know I can't help myself sometimes, angel." Crowley chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around Aziraphale's waist and burying his nose in that soft, snowy white hair, inhaling that oh-so-comforting scent, old books, flowery shampoo, and a hint of that natural angelic aroma of heavenly roses.

Before Aziraphale had moved in, the apartment had reeked of sulphur and rotting death, an unfortunate scent that tended to linger wherever Crowley (or any other demon, for that matter) hung around too long. But now, instead of smelling like hell itself, the apartment smelled like heaven.

Because Crowley had a piece of heaven right here with him...