Second part to the gender swap request <3

Soooo I was thinking.... this would make a nice angst. And so would my next chapter.

Sorry folks ima have to slap your hearts for 2-3 chapters :)

tw// kidnapping

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Aziraphale was woken up by someone covering her mouth and nose with a cloth. And just as fast as she had woken up, she was asleep again.

The second time she woke up, she was tied to her chair, just like Crowley had been in heaven. Aziraphale wasn't surprised when she saw the red haired woman step forward out of shadows.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"I'm very positive we've gone through this already," Aziraphale sighed.

"I... I can't remember," Crowley said, touching her head lightly.

"I'm not surprised," she said, smiling.

The demon grabbed the blonde by the neck and slammed her to the ground, tilting the chair over. "Where's Aziraphale!?"

Aziraphale choked and sputtered, trying to give a coherent response. "I-I ... A..."

Crowley relaxed his grip a bit, waiting for an answer. The angel gasped in air, although she did not need it.

"I am Aziraphale!" She said, breathing heavily.

The read head stumbled back, tripping over the chair. "Wait... no..."

"Could you please untie me?" Aziraphale asked, trying to look at Crowley.

She nodded, standing up and unknotting the twine. "Sorry." Crowley mumbled every now and then, noticing the red marks around Aziraphale's wrists.

"There's really no need to apologize, dear," She would counter. "I'm fine."

After Crowley finished freeing Aziraphale, they sat down together on the couch, tea in hand. Crowley stared into her cup, lip quivering.

"I'm sorry," she said again.

"For what?" Aziraphale asked, trying to see her face through the large amount of thick hair covering it.

"For doing this to you," Crowley said, setting her tea on the table. "I didn't mean for you to get in trouble with heaven."

"Oh, well, that's oka-"

"No, Aziraphale! No it isn't!" Crowley hissed, facing her. Tears had started to form on the edges of her snake like eyes. "Not everything I do is okay, do you understand that? You can't keep telling me that! Because I know you're lying to make me feel better."

"Calm down," The angel said, placing a hand on Crowley's shoulder.

She stood up, knocking her hand off. "I'm going to my flat. Check on my plants and things. I'll call you when I get there."

Aziraphale didn't try to stop Crowley. She knew she'd just keep going. The Bentley's engine turned on, she could hear it from all the way in the shop. She decided it would be best to wait by the phone, and she did, for hours. Crowley never called.

Back at Crowley's flat, the demon was laying in bed, talking to a small fern that Aziraphale had gifted her. She kept it on her windowsill, away from the others, and never talked mean to it.

"I wish... I wish I had never talked to Aziraphale," Crowley said. "Then h-she wouldn't be in this mess."

The plant shook twice in response.

"Don't give me that! Alright, fine," She growled. "I don't wish I'd never talked to him. Her. But it's not like I can go around yelling that I love Aziraphale, it'd be sure to catch the attention of Gabe and Beelzebub. Bastards."

The fern shook multiple times, and Crowley set it back on the window ledge, sighing loudly. "I just can't face him. Oh, bugger off! I know she's a girl now!"

The demon whipped out her wings, tearing the red button up shirt (which was now too large) she was wearing. "My wings are disheveled and... fluffy. Whenever I show you my wings they're straight and slick, like a crow."

The plant shivered.

"Fine! I'll go back!" Crowley yelled, standing up. "Fucking plant changes my mind..."

She tore her wings through her jacket, now walking out into the rain. Using her feathers, she blocked the rain until she reached the bookshop. Her hand banged on the slick door, not expecting an answer.

"We're closed!" Aziraphale's voice rang through the bookshop.

"I... I know," Crowley sighed.

Almost immediately the door swung open and Aziraphale ran out, hugging the demon tightly. Crowley hugged her back, blocking both of them from the rain.

"I'm sorry," Crowley said again.

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Aziraphale combed through Crowley's wings as they laid in the bed with the light from the lamp illuminating them. She seemed to be asleep.

"Crowley," The angel said.

"Hmm?"

"Ah, you are awake."

"It seems I always am now."

Silence.

"What were you going to ask, angel?"

"I wasn't going to ask you anything."

"Oh."

The silence that followed wasn't uncomfortable, just peaceful. Almost too peaceful, like something bad had to happen to equalize it.

Slowly, the black feathers folded in, disappearing into Crowley's back.

"Oh, dear, look what you've done to your clothes," Aziraphale sighed, gently touching the threads.

"Nothing a miracle can't fix, hmm?" She said, turning over.

"My wings hurt when I take them out now," Aziraphale sighed.

"Let me see," Crowley said.

White feathers spewed everywhere as Aziraphale shot her wings through her own coat, larger than Crowley's. There were black veins spreading through the area where skin met feather. Something came with her new body.

"Infection," Crowley muttered. "It's bad."

"Right," Aziraphale smiled, folding up her wings. Crowley sat up next to her.

"I know I've said it many times before," She sighed, turning over onto Aziraphale.

"What are you..."

"I'm sorry," The demon smiled, leaning in and pressing their foreheads together.

Aziraphale braced herself, for something, but just fell limp. Crowley got off of her and picked up her body. She carried the angel downstairs, to the couch, where she propped her up in the seat, putting an empty wine glass next to her, laying on the couch.

Then she set a few empty bottles of wine on the table and around the couch, hoping for the best. Crowley's eyes teared up again as she leaned down and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"I hope I don't regret this," she smiled, snapping her fingers.

It may seem like nothing happened, but I assure you, something major has happened. Crowley has just put knowledge into Aziraphale's mind, knowledge that makes her certain everything that happened with Crowley was a wine induced dream.

Her life would return to normal. The infection would be gone.

"I love you," Crowley smiled, and walked out the door. It was time to get Aziraphale's body back. "This is, perhaps, the best idea. Gabriel won't come after you now."

Crowley wiped her tears and walked for heaven's gateway.

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"So that's it?" Gabriel asked. "Give Aziraphale back his Male body and he won't remember you?"

"Then you don't have to make him fall," Crowley said, looking down. He was back I. His origin body, now that he wasn't on earth.

Gabriel nodded to Michael, who walked down the hallway. She returned with a glass pitcher. It was filled with holy water.

"Thank you," The demon smiled. "I'll take my leave now."

He took the pitcher and walked towards the escalator. Crowley had one more thing to do before he was gone for good.

Pouring the holy water into a thermos she kept in her glove compartment, she walked to her Bentley, driving back to the bookshop.

Crowley gazed at Aziraphale, now back in his original body, and took the picture of them together off the coffee table. She set his glasses down on the table and started to leave.

Remind him. A small voice told her.

Well, she was a demon, afterall. She pulled the picture out of the frame and set it down on a dusty book shelf. Then she found an old book he'd probably never read, went to page 43, and placed the photo inside.

It took Crowley a few minutes to find a pen and notebook paper, writing a simple note to leave. She placed it in the book, put it back on it's stack among a sea of books, and walked out the door.

Perhaps he'd find it. Perhaps not.

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Aziraphale woke up. He looked down at the several different wine bottles and gasped. "Not very angelic like, now is it?"

He thought of the weird dream he had. Falling in love with a demon. Something he'd never do. Silly dream.

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AHHHHHH THANKS FOR READING IM GONNA GO

CRY