Ineffable Husbands Oneshots

Sketches

Crowley had always been artistic, I mean, he was The Archangel Raphael in his past life. He painted the night sky with the stars. Though there were a few things about it that irked him, as every artist sees some sort of flaw in their work.

He was listening to Azirpahale talk about something, he wasn't paying attention. He brow creased in concentration, looking up briefly to see if the proportions were correct. He was almost done.

Noticing the lack of talking from the angel, he looked up and saw Aziraphale looking questioningly at him. "Sorry. Did you say something?"

"No. I was just wondering what you were doing. I've never seen you so invested in a book." Aziraphale explained. He tried to take a peek at what has his partner so enthralled.

Crowley quickly shut the book and moved out of the chair he was sitting in. He miracled it back to his home and tried to not look suspicious. "Well, look at the time. I gotta go water the plants. See ya later!"

Aziraphale moved to block the demon's path. "Oh no. You're not going to slip away this time. I've seen you writing in that book for a couple months now. What's in the book?"

"Nothing too important." Crowley shrugged, "But seriously, I need to check up on my plants."

Aziraphale sighed and moved to the side, letting Crowley leave. "You win this time, but I will find out what's in that book."

"Doubt it." Crowley smirked at Aziraphale and waved him farewell.

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It was the afternoon and Crowley was sitting in a chair in the shop. He just needed to do some shading and then his masterpiece is finished. He noticed how comfy the chair was. He was right in the sunlight and decided that Aziraphale would be too busy to try and look at his little project. He dozed off.

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Crowley was awoken by Aziraphale gently shaking his shoulder. "Hey, sleepy-head. Do you want to come to the back with me?"

"Mmm, sure." Crowley got up and stretched. He groaned in satisfaction as his back popped. Sauntering to the back, his book lay on the side table forgotten.

"I think you're forgetting something, dear?" Aziraphale called after him. He picked the book up and handed it to the sleepy demon. "I think your sketches are wonderful, my dear."

Crowley's head snapped up and he stared at the angel in front of him. He started to flush a deep red. "You looked at them?!"

"I'm sorry. I was just too curious. You're really good at drawing." Aziraphale hurriedly said, afraid his friend would rush out angry with him.

Crowley sighed. "It's fine, but they weren't done yet. I was going to show you eventually."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Aziraphale repeated.

"Again, it's fine." He gave him a reassuring smile. "Here, you can keep them. I filled up the entire thing and I need to get a new one."

"Thank you, Crowley!" Aziraphale hugged him tightly.