I love how in the G.O. lore we are always painting Crowley as this tragic, poetic mess of a demon who helped Freddie Mercury writing Love of My Life or Somebody to Love at 3 a.m., glass of wine in hand, heart on their sleeves.
But let’s be honest—if there's one song he canonically helped write, it’s I’m in Love with My Car.
I swear that demon locked himself with Roger Taylor in that damned cupboard just to prove their song was just that good.
My 16th and final attack for Art Fight for @battychaichilla featuring from left to right, top to bottom: Erin Daiber - the element of air, G.O. - The element of earth, Piro Kurnik - the element of fire, and Marina Waterman - the element of water.
[ID: A a digital drawing of four people shown from the waist up in a two by two grid formation with elemental backgrounds behind them. Erin is a pale skinned muscular woman with blue eyes and hair tied into an short updo at the back wearing black dungarees with a grey vest top underneath with a turquoise flower necklace. She has black winged eyeliner and lipstick and a ring of leaves and flowers tattooed around her right bicep. She is in the Rosie the Riveter pose with one eyebrow raised and a small smirk. There is a cloudy sky in the background. G.O. is a tanned skinned muscular man with green eyes and just over shoulder length wavy brown hair tied into a low ponytail. He is wearing a green v-neck tshirt and is standing with his arms folded and a standoffish frowning expression. There is cracked earth in the background. Piro is a pale skinned man with red hair and ruby red eyes wearing a spiked choker and a black hoodie with the sleeves ripped off that has the slogan 'Radical!' on the front in blue to green gradient text over a purple oval with a green drawstring. He's grinning at the viewer and leaning slightly to the left, holding up a peace sign with his right hand. There is fire in the background. Marina is a black woman with an afro with a red bow in it wearing matching red lipstick, glasses, pale blue earrings and a blue shirt with lighter blue accents with sleeved that end halfway down her forearms. Her right arm is held down in front of her whitle she holds the back of her left hand up for her right cheek to rest on. She has a relaxed expression with her eyes closed. there is rippling water in the background. End ID.]
Gabriel and Beelzebub try to pit Aziraphale and Crowley against each other by revealing some old information.
Genre: fluff, a little angst, f2l,
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley (Ineffable Husbands)
Warnings: none
Word Count: 2.2k
Author’s Note: This has been sitting in my docs since a few months after the show came out. I think I was going to try to write it all out in a formal style, but I like this better, honestly. There are most certainly many fics with some of these same tropes, but I just really like them. I have not read the book (yet!!), so if something is wrong in regards to the written canon, I’m very sorry.
-Basically Gabriel has seen what’s going on and he’s here to sow discord for C/A
-Aziraphale is in his bookshop organizing his shelf of first edition poetry books
-In comes gabriel, smug little grin on his face
-Obviously he startles Zira because baby boy is no longer under Heaven’s thumb and doesn’t expect a visit from the archangel
-“Aziraphale! So good to see you.”
-Zira just frowns at him because he knows the opposite to be true
-Gabriel just goes on
-He’s here to stir up trouble
-“Listen, why don’t we talk in the back, we have some private things to discuss”
-He grips Zira’s shoulder a little to hard in order to tell him it’s non-negotiable
-They get to the back and the smirk becomes a hard grin
-“I hear you and the demon Crowley have been getting pretty cozy”
-Zira, stunned, can only think ‘We successfully hid our friendship for 6000 years and they only find out once we no longer work for them?’
-But he says
-“Crowley is a friend, yes”
-There’s no point in hiding it, after all, both Gabe and Beezlebub saw them at that air base
-Gabriel’s smile falters for a split second
-He wasn’t expecting that
-But he can work with it
-“A friend, really?”
-He levels a gaze at the other angel
-Zira’s not about to admit it right then and there,
-So he looks at Gabe likes he’s lost it and says yes
-“There have been whispers, Aziraphale, that there is much more between you and the Fallen… that, perhaps, you’re even in love with Crowley”
-Aziraphale’s heart drops into his stomach
-‘How could he know? He hadn’t told anyone, had never written it down, had never even expressed anything to Crowley?’
-“I am not in love with Crowley.”
-Gabe raises an eyebrow
-“If you say so.”
-He shrugs and starts for the door.
-But then turns around to look at the barely-concealing-his-shock angel
-“You know, She always intended for you two to be together.”
-Aziraphale became confused. Very few angels had intended mates, it was one of the few things She allowed them to choose for themselves.
-She usually only had intended mates for...archangels
-Gabriel took advantage of the moment of confusion
-“Oh? He hasn’t told you who he was before the fall?”
-Aziraphale’s mind flashed through all of the times he had brought the subject of the Fall up, and Crowley had gotten a distant look and changed the subject, or said “I didn’t mean to fall” or brushed it off
-Then he thought of the few clues that Crowley had given him over the years. One in particular stook out. Alpha Centauri.
-He hadn’t made the connection when Crowley was screaming it at him (to be fair, they were in quite the stressful situation, and were both focussing on the Antichrist)
-She wouldn’t have entrusted the creation of an entire system to just any angel
-Only an archangel would hold that power
-There were only two archangels who fell
-Lucifer, obviously, and…
-Raphael
-Raphael, who was never mentioned again after the fall
-Raphael, who’s loss hurt almost as much as Lucifer’s
-Raphael, who had never spoken out against Her
-‘I didn’t mean to fall’...
-Aziraphale’s face lights up with recognition
-Gabriel sees this
-“I could never figure out why he Fell. Perhaps it was all apart of your beloved ineffable plan”
-Shoots a final grin
-And leaves Zira to his thoughts
-Meanwhile
-Unbeknownst to Crowley or Zira, Gabriel had gone to Beezlebub, who was also salty about being shown up by Crowley, and colluded together to throw them off and pit them against each other
-Crowley has a recording of Much Ado about Nothing playing as he reads along
-(He’s trying to surprise Zira with some knowledge and quotes and the last time he’d seen/heard anything pertaining to it was when the bard himself was alive)
-The recording scratches to a stop
-“Crowley…”
-Crowley froze, he hadn’t heard that voice since the Apocalypse that wasn’t
-Feigns nonchalance
-“Beelzebub! To what do I owe the displeasure?”
-He doesn’t work for Hell anymore-- he doesn’t have to refer to anyone as Lord -unless he wants to
-“I have heard rumors of you… consorting… with the Angel”
-Crowley knows exactly what angel they’re talking about
-(obviously, it’s his angel)
-“Which angel would that be exactly? I’m told Heaven has a whole host of them.”
-“The angel Aziraphale, of course.”
-“Oh that angel! No, I’m afraid we see each other as little as possible. Really only meet to discuss our mutual operative”
-“Are you denying that you see each other every day?”
-Crowley didn’t know how or why they kept an eye on them. He thought that they would keep even less surveillance on them as they were no longer agents of Heaven or Hell. Apparently he was wrong
-“Our mutual operative has been having issues lately. We’ve been discussing, at length, whether or not the operative is worth keeping on either side. The goody-two shoes, of course, thinks we should, since the guy is such an imbecile that he maintains a perfect level of good and evil. I, obviously, no longer see the point in it, as we no longer work for either side. The sooner we dismiss him, the sooner we can go our separate ways.”
-It hurts to refer to his angel as anything other than absolutely wonderful or to even pretend that every moment he spends with Zira wasn’t the most fulfilling thing in his life since… well, since he became a demon.
-Beelzebub, knowing the truth, doesn’t buy it.
-“Drop the act, traitor. Both sides know of your little friendship. I just thought you should know that the angel is being informed of your… former self as we speak.”
-Crowley’s brain, and therefore, his mouth, stopped working
-He had spent so long attempting to keep his former identity concealed for so long.
-He had never met his intended mate, and even though he knew he loved Aziraphale, he didn’t know whether or not his meeting Zira was apart of the Ineffable Plan, or just superb luck
-Then, he realized something Beelzebub said
-“Have you been in contact with the other side?”
-Beelzebub goes silent. Crowley is afraid he had disconnected the conversation
-He forged on anyway
-“You have, haven’t you? I’d wager you’ve been in contact with the head halo himself. Tell me, have you told Gabriel of your former identity? I’m sure he’d love to hear that his intended is not only fallen, but, in fact, the prince of hell, themself.”
-When there was no response, instead the voices from the play filtering through his speakers, he knew the other demon had heard him. And he was definitely scared.
-Nonetheless, Crowley was also terrified. If Aziraphale knew, it could change how the angel thinks of him. An archangel? Fallen? It was practically unheard of. Sure, Lucifer himself had fallen, but no other Archangel had uttered any kind of alliance to their brother.
-His own falling had been a separate, private affair. He had approached God Herself (back when God still held audiences with her children instead of sending them straight to the Metatron), and innocently brought his questions before her. When he could bring himself to think about the occasion, he thought he recalled an air of regret and sadness in Her throne room. Almost as if She didn’t want to make him fall. Though, he supposed She’d be loathe to see any of her creations become her enemies.
-Truth be told, he’d never understood why he fell. His questions had never been drastic, and not nearly to the extent She allowed Lucifer’s to get to. But perhaps any questions were grounds to fall after Lucifer’s rebellion
-At any rate, he had to get to the bookshop to explain everything to Aziraphale. His musings on Her decisions could wait until his next drunken pity party
-He grabbed his jacket and miracles himself into the Bentley
-He speeds his way through London to the Soho-based bookshop. The lights on the first floor were dark, and for a second, he thought that Zira was out and about.
-He parks around the corner anyway and got out to walk to the front door. He had no idea if Gabriel was still there
-He got his answer when he spotted the front door open. He went back around the corner and peeked to see a smug looking Gabriel step out of the shop
-Figuring both sides already knew, and they therefore had nothing to lose, he approached his former brother
-“Gabe! What a coincidence to run into you! I assume you’ve just come from telling Aziraphale my former identity. I’m sure you can imagine how grateful I am for sharing an incredibly personal piece of information with someone else without my permission. But how could I return the favor? Hmm… Did you ever meet your intended?”
-Gabriel froze
-Crowley continues
-“No, I suppose you didn’t. After all, your ceremony came after the Fall. Suppose they had to cancel it, then. Must have sucked, knowing your mate fell, but not knowing who they were. Almost as much as never knowing who your mate was in the first place. I, of course, knew, because I told them. But you already know this, y’know, since you were supposed to tell mine. Now that you’ve revealed information that was truly none of your business, I shall return the favor. I assume neither Michael, nor Uriel, have been ballsy enough to tell you who your mate is.”
-He didn’t receive an answer, but continued anyway.
-“You are familiar, of course, with our mutual companion, Beelzebub.”
-Silence
-“I’m sure you’ll be pleased to finally know who your mate is. Now if you would please fuck off and stay out of our lives, we won’t meddle in the matters of heaven and hell- especially your love lives.”
-He pushes past his former brother into the shop.
-“Angel?”
-No response
-He heads into the back
-“Angel?”
-He finds Aziraphale sitting, pensively staring at the wall
-“...Angel…?”
-“Is it true?”
-Crowley knew what he was talking about, there was no use beating around the bush
-“Yes”
-“Why wouldn’t you tell me? Things could have been so much different. Were you ever going to tell me?”
-Aziraphale looks up with a pained look
-Crowley takes a deep breath
-“Eventually… when I accepted what happened.”
-“It’s been 6000 years! Didn’t you think I deserved to know I was your intended?!”
-That stopped Crowley in his tracks.
-“You- you’re my intended?”
-His eyes are blown wide with shock
-Now Zira is confused
-“Yes… I thought that’s what we were talking about. You didn’t know either?”
-“Angel… I thought we were talking about me. I never found out who my intended was. I mean, I had hoped it was you, but I was never sure.”
-“How did Gabriel know?”
-“He was assigned to tell you.”
-Zira’s face scrunched up.
-“I can’t imagine Gabriel being the deliverer of such happy news.”
-“He wasn’t always such an emotionless prick. I’m afraid losing one’s intended in the Fall is rather jarring to an angel. And a demon, to be honest. Beelzebub hasn’t been the same since they fell.”
-“Were they someone’s intended?”
-“Believe it or not, they were Gabriel’s. Obviously, their name wasn’t Beelzebub, but Anabiel and Gabriel were supposed to be very happy together, in fact every archangel was very happy with their intended until they fell. Only Lucifer, Gabriel and myself were left to have our intended ceremonies.”
-Aziraphale got a thoughtful look
-“Don’t you think it’s odd that half of every intended couple fell?”
-Crowley shrugged
-“I’ve been thinking about it for years, and I can’t come up with anything concrete.”
-Zira muses for a second.
-“It’s not worth thinking about, Angel. It all depends on several hypotheticals of what was happening in Her brain this whole time. Something neither of us are privy to.”
-“No, I suppose you’re right, my dear. Besides, I think other matters are slightly more pressing.”
-Crowley raised an eyebrow at his angel
-Who rose
-“What matters, Angel?”
-“The matter of our relationship, my dear, and how it progresses from here.”
-“...Oh”
-Soft BoiTM becomes super anxious
-“Of course, if you would like to remain friends, that is okay. I do vaguely remember some archangels who kept their relationships platonic, and if that is what you wish, I will gladly-”
-Crowley stands up quite quickly and hugs his angel
-“Aziraphale, I would like nothing more than to create a life with you, together as mates. Romantic mates.”
-When Aziraphale’s smile lit up the entire room (literally, he was allowing some of his ethereal form to slip through the veil), Crowley had to shield his eyes
-But when the light dimmed (with a sheepish look from the still very excited Aziraphale), Crowley allowed a genuine smile to alight onto his face
-Now, here’s the thing about Crowley and smiling
-Aziraphale can count on two hands the amount of times he has seen a genuine smile when Crowley was sober
-He smirked, or scowled, sometimes he would let a grin pass
-But rarely would he truly, genuinely, smile
-But this was the best one Zira had ever seen in all of his 6000+ years
