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A blessing or a curse?

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Based off of Camille’s human AU comics on Twitter. (Their @ is camillecailloux you should go follow them, they’re amazing 🙈)

Not sure how many chapters I’ll have but I can say for a fact that every chapter will be full of tooth rotting fluff hehe.

 

Camille’s Twitter profile:

https://x.com/camillecailloux?s=21&t=r06dlSgjx_7bZiy0K_kBWA

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“This human thing isn’t as bad as I though it would be angel.” Crowley huffs as they plop down on the chair. “I mean I already slept when I wasn’t human so there’s not really much of a difference.”

Aziraphale laughs as he closes the doors to their bookshop. “And I already ate before I was a human so it’s not that different either.” He flips the sign to say ‘closed’ and walks over to Crowley.

“Although now I don’t have miracles I have to top off the fuel for our Bentley.” Crowley grumbles and takes off his sunglasses. “And don’t even get me started on my damn watch. Angel, be sure to remind me we have to find someone to fix the blasted thing.”

“Oh Crowley.” Aziraphale smiles and gently takes their glasses from their hands. “You’ve been spoiled with those miracles of yours.”

“Oh! That I have angel.” They stand up and throw their hands up in a childlike manner. “I don’t know how these humans do it! They have to work so hard for basic things. I feel bad for them, the whole lot of ‘em.”

Aziraphale smiles to himself at the outburst and carefully sets the glasses down on his desk. “Well I assume that makes their accomplishments feel so much more delightful. When you have to work so hard for the smallest thing, I’m sure anything you’ve accomplished seems like a great accomplishment indeed.”

Crowley pauses to think about what Aziraphale said. “I guess you’re right…” they furrow their brows and turn to face Aziraphale. “But it’s bloody insane angel.”

“Oh it’s not that bad Crowley.” Aziraphale giggles and fixes their collar that was wrinkled in their outburst. “You’re just overreacting a tad.”

“Hm.” They grumble and lean into his chest. “I suppose maybe I am.”

Aziraphale wraps his arms around Crowley’s neck and gently plays with their hair. “Now how about we make some tea and go lay down. It’s nearly ten o’clock and I hardly slept a wink last night.”

“Angel I told you, sleep isn’t something you can force. The more you try to sleep the harder it becomes to sleep.” They laugh and slowly take off Aziraphale’s jacket. “You’ve just gotta let it happen.”

Aziraphale snorts and gently takes his jacket from Crowley. “I suppose so.” He walks over to the chair and sets his jacket down gently, making sure there are no wrinkles in the fabric. “Now let’s go get that tea, yeah?”

“Will you make mine again, Angel!?” Crowley asks and follows behind Aziraphale excitedly. “Like you did last time with the sugar and the honey, and the milk!? Oh it was absolutely delicious, you make the best tea.”

Aziraphale giggles and looks behind him to see Crowley’s enormous puppy-like eyes stare at him expectantly. “Oh Crowley~” he hums and gently takes their head in his hands. “You know I can’t say no to you when you act like that, you little bugger.”

“So yeah?” They smile wide and bring their hands up to rest on Aziraphale’s.

“Yes. Of course my dear.” He kisses Crowley’s nose softly. “I would love nothing more.”

“Splendid! I’ll get the stuff. What all do you need, Angel?” They jump excitedly into the kitchen and open the pantry. “Sugar and honey of course. And the tea bags are…” they fumble around in the pantry for a few minutes. “Angel when in satans name are the damn tea bags?!”

“They’re right here!” Aziraphale giggles and reaches past Crowley to grab the tea bags.

“Oh they were right in front of me!?” Crowley groans as Aziraphale walks towards the stove to put the tea pot on. “Right there and I missed them.”

Crowley mumbles under their breath as they walk towards the fridge to grab the milk. Once they have everything they walk toward Aziraphale and set everything down gently. 

“Thank you dear.” Aziraphale smiles and takes two cups out of the cabinet above the stove. “Oh! I have a suprise for you Crowley!” He smiles and runs off towards the entry of the bookshop.

“What is it?” Crowley smiles as Aziraphale walks back into the kitchen, his hands behind his back. 

“It’s a gift. I know a fellow who made it for you.” He blushes and hands Crowley the black cup. “It’s like my white ones, only…not white.”

“Oh Angel!” Crowley smiles and their eyes light up. “This is adorable!” They look closer at the cup and it has ‘for my Crowley’ engraved in gold lettering. They feel their eyes tear up and gently trace the letters with their thumb. “Oh angel…it’s beautiful.”

“Now we can drink tea together with matching cups!” Aziraphale smiles and takes the screaming pot off of the stove and pours the hot water into his white cup. “Let me see it my dear, I will make your tea extra sweet.”

Crowley hands him the cup and watches with heart shaped pupils as their angel skillfully makes them both tea sweeter than the angel himself. 

Aziraphale turns around and carefully hands the cup to Crowley. “Careful now my dear, the cup is a little hot.”

Crowley takes it and looks at their mug again, their face growing warm. Aziraphale notices the blush but decides not to tease them this time.

“Okay! Let’s head upstairs. These trousers are rather uncomfortable and I’d much love to get into my comfortable silk pajamas right about now.” Aziraphale tucks a stray hair behind Crowley’s ear and walks towards the stairs.

Crowley blushes harder at the gentle gesture. “Ye- ubn- okay.” They mentally kick themself and trudge behind Aziraphale, their face even more red and hot than hellfire itself.

Once they make it up the stairs the two set their teas down on the bedside table. “I washed our pijamas today while you were out so they’re clean.” Aziraphale smiles and hands Crowley their clean and folded pijamas.

“You didn’t have to do that angel.” Crowley mumbles and takes off their jacket. 

“But I did, so quit mumbling and get your pajamas on so we can get in bed and drink our tea.” Aziraphale laughs and takes off his many layers of clothes, carefully folding and placing them on his dresser.

Crowley tries to keep their eyes to themselves but finds themself starring anyways. That blasted blush comes back as Aziraphale takes off his dress shirt and slips out of his trousers. Crowley blinks quickly and continues to watch Aziraphale dress from behind like a flustered idiot.

“I can feel you staring, Crowley.” Aziraphale grins and turns around. Crowley sees that his shirt is unbuttoned and their eyes quickly flicker down to Aziraphale’s exposed belly. 

“Well it’s hard not to, Angel!” They whine and turn around quickly. They slump out of their clothes and leave them in a pile on the floor. “Thank you for washing my pajamas.”

“You’re welcome, my dear.” Aziraphale rolls his eyes and climbs into the bed. He sets up the pillows so he and Crowley can sit comfortably. “Now hop to it! Our tea is getting cold.”

“I’m hopping, I’m hopping.” They quickly slip on their pajamas and climb into bed. “Now let’s drink our tea and relax.”

The two settle into the blankets and sip their tea in comfortable silence. Crowley finishes their tea first and just admires Aziraphale. The way his eyes flutter closed as he takes a sip of his tea, and the way his throat moves when he swallows. At some point Crowley finds themself enamored by the way his chest rises and falls as he breathes.

“You really are quite terrible at staring, you know that my dear?” Aziraphale hums as he sips the last bit of his tea. “Your eyes are practically burning holes through my pajamas. Give me your cup.” 

Crowley looks away and quickly hands him their cup. “I was not staring.” They huff out and burrow under the blanket. “Your eyes were closed so you couldn’t even see me.”

“Well if you weren’t staring how’d you know my eyes were closed my dear?” Aziraphale teases as he places the cups down on the bedside table.

Crowley mumbles something under their breath and Aziraphale gets under the blanket as well and pulls Crowley close. “I don’t mind though, my dear. I think it’s rather sweet.”

“Hmngh.” Crowley replies and turns around to bury their face into Aziraphale’s chest. “Can we just sleep now?”

“Yes we can.” Aziraphale giggles and gently plays with Crowley’s hair. “That tea made me rather sleepy as well.”

“Goodnight Angel.” Crowley muttered into Aziraphale’s chest.

“Goodnight my dear, sleep well.” Aziraphale yawns and tangles both of his hands into Crowley’s hair.

The two lay like this for a little while before they both fall asleep in each other's arms.