~!~ Hello! This one is sad jsjeshashs I apologize in advance for any hurt I may cause. I don't think it requires any content warnings, but if you feel differently you can let me know <3 The prompt was Body. (It's about their body swap and the night at Crowley's flat... which sounds like it could be fun, but this is,,, tears) I hope you enjoy it despite its sad nature! ~!~

Crowley looked in the mirror and felt a pang in his chest as Aziraphale's face frowned back at him. He hated to see his angel look so deeply unhappy, despite the fact that he knew he was the one pulling the long face.

He tried for a smile instead. It fell immensely flat. Somehow, it didn't even look as genuine as Aziraphale's fake smiles, or his worried smiles. It just looked like he'd bared his teeth while still exuding pain and fear in his eyes.

He let it slip away and fall back into the glum expression from earlier. Except now there was a hint of disappointment in those stormy eyes.

Crowley sighed and instinctively ran a hand through his- no, Aziraphale's- hair.

"Satan is that soft," Aziraphale's posh accent drawled as he gently patted his fluffy head.

His eyes widened almost comically as he realized he now possessed Aziraphale's voice. He glanced at the door to his bedroom, making sure that the actual Aziraphale hadn't returned from the bathroom yet. He hadn't.

Turning back to the mirror, Crowley took a steadying breath. "Everything's going to be perfectly alright, my dear," he soothed in a low voice and scrunched up his nose. Not quite right. "Everything's- every- everything-" Crowley changed the pitch, trying to match Aziraphale's normal tone- "everything's- everything's going to be perfectly alright, my dear," he said, squeezing his fists. Yep. That was it. He blinked away the tears that were threatening to form.

Crowley turned away from the mirror, not able to bear the sight of Aziraphale nearly crying. He cleared his throat and was once again a bit thrown when it sounded like Aziraphale. For a split second, he thought it was the angel, returned from the bathroom, clearing his throat disapprovingly at Crowley making an emotional mess of his body. But, of course, that would have sounded like Crowley. This whole thing was far too confusing. But it was worth it. Absolutely worth it.

Hanging his head, he made his way over to his bed. He plopped onto it heavily. Aziraphale's body had a lot more heft to it than Crowley's spindly form. He rather liked it though, that Aziraphale's soft personality was also displayed in his soft physique. He gently wrapped his arms around himself. Aziraphale was so huggable. Crowley wished he could have his own separate body to hug Aziraphale with, but this was not too shabby either.

"What am I doing?" he groaned, covering his face with his hands. Hugging himself? Really? Soon, he was going to come face-to-face with a roomful of archangels while the being he loved most waltzed himself into literal Hell, and he was about to fall apart from hugging himself in his own bedroom. "I can't do this! I can't let Aziraphale go down there- risk his life- for me-" he cut off his rambling words with a deep, throaty groan that was rather terrifying in Aziraphale's voice.

His contempt for the situation lasted for a few more moments before he deflated once more.

He closed his eyes. "Ev- everything's-" sniffle- "going to be perfectly alright, my dear," he repeated. "Oh... and... Crowley..." he took another steadying breath, "I-"

"Ahem!" Crowley's voice cut in, sounding terribly polite.

"Aziraphale," the angel's voice said in a gravelly tone, as his pale blue eyes shot open.

"Ah... hello, dear. Are you... enjoying my body?" he asked, looking far more humble than Crowley ever had.

"Not especially."

"Hm, yes, well it's-"

"Don't you dare. It's lovely. It's perfect for you. But I," Crowley made a dramatic hand gesture, "am not you."

"Of course not. Just as I am not you, and these trousers are ridiculously uncomfortable!" Aziraphale said, making Crowley sound vexed beyond belief.

"They're not s'posed to be comfortable, angel. They're for style," Crowley said, getting off the bed so he could examine Aziraphale from all angles.

"Well, I am sure there are equally suave trousers that are far more comfortable," Aziraphale said, sticking Crowley's nose in the air.

The demon came to a stop right in front of the angel. "No, there really aren't."

They both looked each other over for a moment.

There were so many things Crowley wanted to ask in that moment. For example, 'how much did you hear?' or 'did you do anything ridiculous with my body?' or 'what would you do if I kissed you goodbye?' or 'is this goodbye? Will this be it? If we manage to save each other, will I ever see you again?' or 'is there even the slightest chance that you feel the way I feel?' but what he ended up asking was "Do you feel ready?"

"Yup. As ready as I'll ever be," Aziraphale said, lowering his voice and loosening his stance. "Do you?" he asked, with his usual tone of voice.

Crowley sniffed and stuck his nose primly in the air. "Well, I should certainly hope so."

Aziraphale giggled with Crowley's voice. "You know I would never speak to any of the other angels that way. That's just for..." he trailed off, his smile melting off of Crowley's face.

"Your customers?" Crowley completed the sentence because the alternative ending was not something he could handle hearing at the moment. "Right, then, is it more like: Yes, sir, I feel tickety-boo about this whole situation, sir!" he said, too high, too bright.

"Nooo, Crowley," Aziraphale laughed. "It's- you're teasing me, aren't you?" he said, making Crowley's serpentine eyes twinkle knowingly.

"A bit, yeah," Crowley croaked. Despite the laughter coming from his own vocal cords, the cadence was all Aziraphale. What if the last time he heard the angel laugh it came from his mouth?

He turned away, biting his hand for a moment before remembering it was Aziraphale's.

"Oh, dear," the angel said softly, coming to rub his back.

"Don't you- don't," Crowley said, feeling his heart break a little further at hearing his angel sound so distraught.

Crowley's own eyes looked at him, filled to the brim with care and compassion. "You do know it will all work out in the end, don't you?"

"No! I don't! And neither do you," Crowley snarled with a far more accusatory tone than Aziraphale had ever taken on someone in all his years.

"I suppose I don't actually know, but not a single one of Agnes' prophecies have been wrong," Aziraphale said vehemently.

Crowley put his head in his hands with a mangled little sound.

Aziraphale approached him and then paused, seemingly at a loss for what to do. Then, very carefully as though he thought Crowley might break, Aziraphale placed his arms around him.

"You sure?" he asked wetly.

"Quite. I'm about to defy Heaven- well, I suppose I'm going to Hell- for you."

"Don't put it like that," Crowley said, meaning he didn't want Aziraphale to feel like this was something he had to do for him. Like some temptation he'd asked him to cover. No, this was a matter of life or death and he didn't want the angel to feel compelled to help just because he was a kind person.

But Aziraphale did not take it this way. "Alright then," he said, slightly shakily. "I-"

"No," Crowley cut him off firmly. "Not yet," he leaned into the touch despite himself. Aziraphale held him a little closer. A mantra of it wasn't supposed to go this way rang through his head. "We can say it after. When we have our own bodies back and I can hear it in your voice."

"Okay," Aziraphale whispered. "But- just- know that it's true. That I mean it. That it was always true."

Crowley let out a small sob, shutting his eyes tightly as though that would protect him from the sound of Aziraphale's body voicing his pain.

"Everything's going to be perfectly alright, my dear," Aziraphale said, giving his own head of fluffy white hair a feather-light kiss.

And Crowley believed him.

And, within the next twenty-four hours in Earth time, it was. 

~!~ Thereeee, see? Not a terrible ending. I promise tomorrow will be softer :) If you want to comment or vote I would definitely appreciate it!! Thank you so much for reading <3 Have a great rest of your day/night!