Ineffable Omens (Crowley x Aziraphale)

If Things Were Different (And They Can Be)

Crowley led Aziraphale into the hallway, where he pressed his hand against the wall, causing it to move inward slightly then move to the side completely, revealing a hidden room. The room was magnificent, with a high arching cieling delicately decorated by the finest artists throughout the centuries: Michaleangelo, DaVinci, Monet, Picasso, Van Gogh, Frida Kahlo, Renoir, Jackson Pollock, Andy Warhol, and Thomas Jefferson, who quite liked to doodle in his spare time. (Early drafts of the declaration of independence include many small drawings Jefferson ordered covered up.) It should be sufficient to say that the ceiling (which was entirely open to the sky at one spot) was a masterpiece in itself, but what was below it was even more extravagant and impressive. The hidden room, which logic said shouldn't be allowed to exist concerning the size of it in relation to Crowley's building, was an enormous library comparable in size, stature, and elegance to that of Alexandria.

It couldn't have been better if Aziraphale had designed it himself, and he practically had, because Crowley assembled the whole thing by listening to Aziraphale ramble on about various books and authors and whatnot. It was everything Aziraphale wanted in a library, although he could do without the comics and graphic novels section, which Crowley had added to make it a more bearable room for him to be in. He hated reading, but anyone could find joy in looking at pictures.

Crowley had been working tirelessly on the library for centuries, picking up more and more books after every adventure the two of them had gone on together. It was, in a way, his ultimate love letter to the angel, centuries in the making. 

"It's ... it's ..." Aziraphale was at a loss for words. "This must have taken you centuries ..."

"6,000 years, give or take a few"

"Oh my dear boy ... oh ..." Aziraphale spun around, taking in his surroundings, until his eyes eventually landed on Crowley, who for the first time in a very long time, actually looked rather self-conscious, waiting to see what Aziraphale thought of his work.

"Well?" the demon asked.

"Well ..." Aziraphale said, taking a few steps forward, all that was needed to bridge the gap between them. "I love it," he said, and Crowley's face lit up. "Just not as much as I love other things."

Crowley's face fell. "I'm still working on it—"

"—Not as much as I love you," Aziraphale finished, leaving Crowley just a little bit dumbfounded. Aziraphale put his hand on the back of Crowley's neck, his other hand lightly pressed against Crowley's chest, sliding up to his shoulder, and he raised himself ever so slightly on tiptoe, leaning in, and this time, Crowley didn't back away. He was terrified, sure, still scared he'd fuck this up again, but he wanted it so badly. He wanted Aziraphale. His heart racing and all senses afire, Crowley locked his lips onto Aziraphale's, and the two shared a tender heartfelt kiss that centuries had been building up to. Crowley was overwhelmed with emotions a demon wasn't technically supposed to feel—overwhelmed by a rush of joy and happiness and love. And lust too, but that was nothing new. Crowley couldn't help but break the kiss for a moment—he was grinning too hard—and he pressed his forehead against Aziraphale's, staring into his eyes. 

"I'm never letting you go," he whispered before pressing his lips into Aziraphale's again, his hands finding Aziraphale's hips and pulling him even closer. He was vividly aware of everywhere their bodies touched, every place where Aziraphale brushed against him, the side of his face Aziraphale cupped in his hand ever so tenderly ... 

"Never let me go," Aziraphale whispered, collapsing into Crowley, and wrapping him in his arms, content just to hold the demon in his embrace for as long as God would allow. 

God might've had other plans for the two.

A/n: Sorry it's been a while since the last update! I've been working on other stuff. But I'm back! And for anyone who might've cared in the slightest about my breakup, I'm over her. It was a kinda totally shitty relationship anyway. Have a nice day, and thank you for reading!