Imagine Crowley Takes The Prince Of Hell Job Because That Is The Only Way To Stop The World Ending.

Imagine Crowley takes the Prince of Hell job because that is the only way to stop the World ending.

Aziraphale is keeping his job for the same reason.

Their relationship is quite cold, Aziraphale tries to get closer but it’s like Crowley changed. He really put a thick wall between them. He’s kind but he’s emotionless. Every time they finish talking business he just leaves.

With them in power and actually not being distracted by anything, they do sabotage the end of the World. They get rid of Metatron.

After, there is a wedding they get invited to. Maggie and Nina. Who would have thought. Aziraphale stands behind Maggie and Crowley stands behind Nina.

Aziraphale can’t stop looking at Crowley. He’s all in black and handsome, gold jewellery making him truly seem like a Prince.

But the Prince is not looking at him.

Aziraphale knows that Crowley was kicked out of his job just like him. They both had their pardons because they made everything better but they still sabotaged the end.

He didn’t think either of them minded being set free. That’s what they always wanted.

During the party, Aziraphale watches Crowley dancing with others; laughs and moves all around. He’s gorgeous.

During the meals, Crowley looks at Aziraphale, knowing that it will be that one moment where Aziraphale won’t be trying to look at him.

He’s glad they were sat on opposite sides of the room.

When the girls plan to throw flowers, Aziraphale sees Crowley lounging in the chair, glass of champagne in his hand, nails still the black claws.

Not making a move with everyone else to catch the bouquet.

Aziraphale swallows his tears back. He misses him so much it is painful. And seeing him, during a wedding day, so far away, when it could have been them…

And that’s when Nina turns and throws her bouquet right at Crowley, smashing the glass out of his hand.

“Nina!!!”

Aziraphale would have gasped in shock if he didn’t get hit with another bouquet, from Maggie.

“Maggie!”

They don’t really have time to swear before they’re both dragged outside and kicked out on the balcony, told to “fucking talk!” before the door shuts behind them and the party continues without them.

Crowley is mad, swearing at them, “have you seen this?!” as he’s taking leaves out of his hair.

Aziraphale is still holding his bouquet.

“Here.” He reaches out to take a flower out of Crowley’s hair.

And Crowley finally looks at him.

And Aziraphale feels that maybe, just maybe, they will finally talk.