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Ineffable Husbands has a minion!

To the World! the Love Matter

Ineffable Husbands
Legacy Name: Ineffable Husbands

The

Spectrum Blob
Owner:

Neuvillette

Age: 4 years, 10 months, 2 weeks

Born: June 9th, 2019

Adopted: 4 years, 10 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: June 9th, 2019

Statistics

Level: 4
Strength: 12
Defense: 12
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 1
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Crowley & Aziraphale

“Aha!” Crowley exclaimed, holding something in his hands.

“What was that?” Aziraphale said, closing up the book he was immersed in the whole morning. He was sitting by the porch, shielded from the sun. It was a nice summer day, with not a single cloud in the sky, so Crowley has made a point in spending the day out – he liked the feeling of sun against his skin. So he was out in the garden all morning, his long hair tied up in a ponytail.

(Aziraphale, however, much more preferred to stay out of the sun. So he stayed in the porch, where he could enjoy a good book while stealing occasional glances of his partner screaming at his poor plants.)

“We’ve got… a tomato!” Crowley grinned, showing what he was holding in his hands: a small tomato, indeed. “I told you, angel, all the plant needed was a bit of tough love!”

“I would hardly call it ‘tough love’, Crowley, you have been threatening the poor plant for over a week.” Aziraphale rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hide the fond smile that made its way to his face. After about a year sharing a home with Crowley, he has already made peace with the fact that he was too fond of the demon to ever be truly upset at his shenanigans.

“Yes, well, and now we have a tomato.” Crowley retorted, also smiling. “My method works!”

“I can’t argue with that logic, my dear.” The angel conceded. “Now, why don’t you rest for a while? You have been out in the sun for hours. I really don’t understand how you’re not all sweaty.”

“I’m a snake, angel. Cold-blooded and all that.” He replied, wrinkling his nose. “I like to be out in the sun, s’nice.”

Despite that, he did sit in the floor right next to Aziraphale, busying himself with the small lemon tree he has been planning to plant outside. The summer has been very nice this year; his plants were thriving in a way they never did in London, with all the additional sun and threats they’ve been receiving lately. “I think she will be a good addition to the garden. It will be nice to grow our own lemons.”

Aziraphale hummed in response. “Lemonades are always nice at this time of the year.”

“And she will make the best lemons, if she knows what’s good for her.” The demon added, eyeing the plant (that started to visibly tremble).

Usually that was when Aziraphale would reprimand Crowley for scaring his poor plants; he might know the demon didn’t mean half of the things he would say while gardening, but as an angel, he was still not a big fan of “threatening small creatures who depended on you to survive”.

When he failed to comment on it, Crowley turned to look at him, only to notice he was looking at the sky.

“A penny for your thoughts, angel?” The demon stood up, putting his hands at his partner’s shoulders.

“What? Oh,” Aziraphale smiled at him. “Sorry, I got distracted.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“Oh, I was just thinking about us.” He confessed. “It’s been a year, you know? Since we’ve moved here.”

“It’s been a year already?” Crowley rubbed his neck. “Time really does fly when you’re not busy with all the tempting and all the deception.”

“Or raising the wrong antichrist.” Aziraphale added.

“Or that.” Crowley agreed.

“Did you ever imagine that our lives could be like this?” The angel questioned, standing up so he could properly look at the demon, who had a confused expression on his face. He then smiled at him, placed his hands around his hips, which made Crowley visibly relax; he had the tendency of reading too much into his words, so Aziraphale knew that such a simple quest would probably have his mind running wild if he wasn’t careful enough to reassure him that, no, he was not questioning his choice of moving in and starting a life with him.

“Like what?” Crowley raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, you know.” Aziraphale gave him a gentle nudge. “So peaceful and, well, domestic. It’s nice, but I’ve got to admit, I didn’t think it would ever be possible before.”

“Not before we stopped the Armageddon, no. I mean, I wanted to, but I never thought it would be possible to actually thwart the Great Plan.” Crowley admitted. “Besides, I never imagined you’d be willing to leave your house in London behind. You were always so fond of the place.”

Aziraphale chuckled, reaching out to carefully untie the demon’s ponytail; he mentally noted that he was yet to see a sight as breathtaking as Crowley with his hair down. “I was fond of it, yes. So much it took me some time to realise it wasn’t really my home.”

Crowley snorted. “You’re about to say something really sappy, aren’t you?”

“Oh, shut it, will you?” The angel elbowed him lightly. “I’m being serious. The bookshop was never my home, nor was Heaven.”

“Obviously.” Crowley still resented the way the other angels have treated Aziraphale; he couldn’t imagine a place like that, so impersonal and sanitary, ever being a home to an angel like him. He was always the best of them all, and never received the recognition for all the years he spent on Earth, doing their dirty work for them. “Your home is here.”

“Obviously.” Aziraphale repeated, gently running his fingers through his hair (being careful not to ruin any of his curls or getting his fingers stuck) “My home is with you.”

Crowley groaned, resting his head on his partner’s shoulder. “I knew you were about to say something sappy.”

Aziraphale hummed. “Well, dear, you know me… being a big sap is my brand.”

“Well, for what it’s worth,” The other said, giving him a kiss on the forehead, “You’ve been the closest thing I’ve got to a home for millennia.”

“I’m glad I eventually caught up to you, then, my dear.”