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taylor swift/ineffable husbands prompts

you've got your demons and, darling, they all look like me

once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned -- you and I ended up in the same room at the same time

you don't have to save me, but will you run away with me?

I don't belong and, my beloved, neither do you

it's all me, in my head -- I'm the one who burned us down

somewhere in the haze, got a sense I'd been betrayed

and you're sitting in front of me at the restaurant, when I was still the one you want

all you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness

how the hell did we lose sight of us again?

I don't want to keep secrets just to keep you

dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief in the good in the world -- you once believed in me

gleaming, twinkling eyes like sinking ships-- so inviting I almost jump in

i'd live and die for moments that we stole on begged and borrowed time

baby, i know places we won't be found and they'll be chasing their tails trying to track us down

in losing grip on sinking ships, you showed up just in time

#i could do one hundred thousand of these #taylor swift #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #prompts

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ineffable husbands ficlets based on taylor swift songs #1: "sweet nothings"

they say the end is coming / everyone's up to something

i find myself running home to your sweet nothings

"Would you believe me, Crowley?" Aziraphale asks, in a voice that barely sounds like his, hoarse and quiet. "If I told you that I didn't want to leave, that I--that I lied--"

"This isn't a dream, right?" Crowley interrupts, because Aziraphale woke him up from a nap of indeterminable length. He's just here, in Crowley's flat, in his bedroom where he has never been except in daydreams that Crowley has always kept very close to his chest.

"No," Aziraphale says, his laugh going a little hysterical at the end. "I'm here."

". . .why would you lie, angel?" Crowley asks, blearily, sitting up fully. He's still in the clothes he had on at the bar before he stumbled home.

"I can't tell you yet," Aziraphale says, "because things are. . .oh, how would you say this. . ."

"Fucked?" Crowley offers.

"Fucked," Aziraphale echoes, in a very satisfying way. "How did you know?"

"Educated guess," Crowley says.

Aziraphale laughs again, taking a step forward to rest a hesitant hand on Crowley's shoulder when he says, earnestly, "My dear, I thought leaving you was going to be hard but leaving you after you were so brave for me. . .I couldn't stand it. The only thing I've been able to think about is coming home to you."

"You had to leave?" Crowley prompts.

". . .you were in danger," Aziraphale says, hesitantly, the tiniest bit dark around the edges of his voice. "I'll tell you everything when I can. I just needed to see you."

Crowley stands up like they're both suddenly magnetized, pulling Aziraphale into a kiss that the angel immediately returns, patient hands roaming his chest and impossibly soft mouth opening in little gasps that make Crowley want to get him into bed and see what else he can do. That's not pressing, though.

"What are you doing from here?" he asks, when they part.

". . .well, I'm somewhat. . .going to war against Heaven," Aziraphale says, making a face.

"With Hell?" Crowley asks.

"No," Aziraphale says, simply. "By myself."

Crowley hasn't figured how to make words again before Aziraphale just grabs him for a quick kiss and then disappears out of nowhere, leaving him alone. Again.

"The fuck you are," he says, to nobody, grabbing his keys and heading for the door.

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listen to "the archer" while thinking about crowley right before and after the kiss and then come, friends, come lie facedown in the grass and let death take us

#good omens #ineffable husbands #taylor swift #who could stay??? #I KNOW WHO