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Gabriel sat on his throne and laughed to himself, there was no need to ask Metatron about his fairness anymore. Still, it would be nice to hear it once more, in a single fluid motion, Gabriel was on his feet, his hands resting on his hips in smug satisfaction.
“Magic Mirror on the wall, tell me now, for once and for all, who is the fairest of them all?” he asked, his voice oozing with an oily excitement.
Once more Metatron’s appeared from a swirl of silver smoke, his dark eyes staring at Gabriel with an amused expression.
“There is no doubt that your beauty is beyond description,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion, watching as Gabriel’s face lit up, eager for more flattery. “However, your wicked heart and deeds have tarnished your soul, you will never be the fairest of them all,” he said, vanishing as Gabriel’s face crumpled and his eyes turned dark.
The king growled and formed a fist with one his hands, shattering the magic mirror as he punched it, blood dripping down his arm. Darkness engulfed the room and Metatron’s laughter filled the room. “Foolish king, you sold your soul for your vanity and now you will pay the price.”
Fear filled Gabriel’s heart and his screams echoed throughout the castle walls as the darkness filling the throne room consumed him whole, leaving his crown behind in its wake.
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Aziraphale blinked his eyes open in confusion, the sleep that cursed him lifting slowly; the darkness that had surrounded him fighting to fade away. The prince rubbed the last of the sleep from his eyes and felt his heart stir with hope. He glanced down at Crowley as the other man slept with his head resting on his lap. He placed a gentle hand on Crowley’s head, fingers carding themselves in the luxurious red hair that he adored. There could be only one explanation as to why he had awoken, Crowley loved him, and it would seem that he had been kissed, though he regretted that his first kiss was one that he had not been awake for.
“Oh Crowley, my dear boy,” he said, his voice filled with affection.
Crowley blinked his eyes open at the sound of Aziraphale’s voice, golden eyes lit up at the sight of Aziraphale sitting up, awake, alive. His heart was pounding so loudly in his chest, it drowned out all other sounds. He stared at Aziraphale as the blond took his hands into his own and pressed them to soft lips.
“Aziraphale, you’re… you’re okay..” he said, his voice shaking slightly. Tears fell from his eyes and he felt himself smiling as he watched Aziraphale’s face light up with adoration.
“Thanks to you, my love,” Aziraphale whispered. “You’ll forgive me I hope, but I couldn’t let him hurt you, not when I could keep you safe.”
Crowley shook his head and let go of Aziraphale’s hands to stroke his face. There were no words he could think of to say, so he pressed their foreheads together instead, closing his eyes. He could stay like that forever, though he had to admit, now that Aziraphale was awake, he wondered what it would feel like to give the prince a proper kiss. It would seem that Aziraphale was wondering the same because the next thing Crowley knew, a soft and plump pair of lips were upon his own. The chaste kiss deepened as Crowley placed a hand behind Azirpahle’s head and when he broke it, his smile seemed brighter.
“I love you, Angel,” he whispered.
“I love you too.”
*****
The news of Gabriel’s mysterious disappearance soon reached the happy couple, Aziraphale was hesitant to return to the throne, however the memory of the love his mother had for his people, and the he, himself had brought him back to the castle, with his true love at his side.
End