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Aziraphale adjusted his tie in the mirror. His hands fidgeting when he admired himself in the reflection. He looked polished. His white fluffy hair, his usual beige suit with the bow tie and the light blue shirt, his cologne making its appearance, impregnating the bookshop with his esscense. But something was off. In his face one could tell he was anxious. His eyes open wide,his teeth chewing on his lower lip, his sweaty palms trembling,his eyebrows furrowed on his forehead. He was nervious. Very nervious, indeed.
It was the first time in a long time he was gonna meet Crowley in his bookshop, after few decades. They both had been busy with tempting humans to do good and bad deeds, respectively and hadn´t had time to catch up and really talk and enjoy some wine and some pastries while they were at it, and good music too.
Aziraphale finished lightning up some candles around the place. He liked a nice ambiance after all,well lit and smelling good, so he sprayed some cinammon and vainilla perfume on the air,setting the mood. He put two glasses of wine empty on the small table between the large couch and the single body chair and some pastries he bought from the bakery across the street which opened recently and was his new favourite place. A knock was heard and he went to open the door taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. He saw the demon behind the glass door standing there with one hand on his hip and another on a bottle of red wine,as cool as ever. Black shades, red straight hair to his shoulders and black clothes,his predilected colour, he was a demon and it was mandatory to wear black.Crowley grinned at him and put the bottle of wine in the air,cheerfully.Aziraphale smiled and let him in.
—Hello there,Angel, did you miss me?—the demon walked in and put the bottle on the table,sitting on the large sofa—.
Aziraphale took a pastry with cream and chocolate and put it in his mouth, swallowing it after barely chewing it. He was nervious in the presence of Crowley and needed to calm himself and act normal.It was just Crowley, they´ve known each other for six thousand years, he had no idea why he felt this way.
Perhaps it was that he was incredibly drunk last time they met and they had read some poetry which it awakened something in Aziraphale. He tought of the human race. How they all had a person of significance in their life. He tought his was Crowley. Some had a romantic partner, some a friend. Crowley was his friend, but he felt he wanted him to be more than that. He wanted to experience love, for another person, a soul mate, like humans felt. That burning desire to do anything for someone, to give your life away if it meant saving them, or just make them laugh. He wanted to share those small affectionate moments he read about. The tender hugs, the small pecks on the cheek, the kisses on the mouth, the fisicality of it all. He felt he was missing out on a big part of life and was frustrated because of it. Why couldn´t he fall in love, marry, live with someone else,have a child even? Was it because he was an angel? Possibly. But he tought he deserved a bit of happiness in his life. He had served god faithfully and blindly for thousands of years, he had been there since the beginning of humanity and knew all about it. It was unfair he couldn´t live it like the humans lived it. He felt a bit human, actually, he had learnt to empathize with them, understand them, plead for them in ocassions putting himself in the line for them. He enjoyed being on earth,eating scrumptious things, sleeping in a comfy bed,watching tv even or talking to humans. Why couldn´t he enjoy love like them? He tought he would. He craved for it after a long life lived alone. He craved to enjoy those things shared with Crowley, the one being he felt the most comfortable and most happy with.
So one day when they were terribly drunk and stupid, laughing about old poetry, one sitting next to the other, he got his face too close to Crowley´s. He saw his yellow snake eyes open because of the surprise of the sudden closeness, his embriagated breath hit hot against his own open mouth,the demon frozen... he was gonna get closer... but the glass Crowley had in his hand spilled over the book and they separated shy from the awkwardness of the situation. Crowley left a bit after this leaving things confusing and the angel more so, because he felt that if the glass hadn´t spilled, maybe Crowley would´ve kissed him too.
—Well,hello, Crowley, thanks for the gift. You´re so kind. How you been?—the angel sat across him—.
—You know, a bit of miracle this, a bit of miracle that, a few bad deeds around the country, enjoying the sun and the sand. I´ve been busy.I´m kind of under supervision cause of the people down there—he pointed to the floor—they´re all over me now, and all because of interving in a few affairs that concerned some important fellas,But is not big deal—he took his glasses off—have you had any trouble with—he pointed to the roof—.
—Oh,no, not at all. They´re wonderful really.Gabriel is an excellent superior—Crowley snorted.He didn´t like that stuck up Gabriel and Aziraphale always had nice things to say of him.He didnt buy it tough.He sounded like a jerk—I know you would like him if you met him,he´s not that bad—Aziraphale reprimanded him with a severe look.Why did the angellike him so much?—.
—Perhaps that´s exactly why I don´t like him—Aziraphale looked at him intrigued—.
—If you don´t like him cause he´s not bad... does that make me bad?—asked a concerned blonde frowning and with sadness in his voice.Crowley looked at him denying with his head—Cause,well... we are friends,aren´t we? That means you ought to like me at least a bit—.
—Aziraphale, you´re the least bad person I´ve met in my six thousand years of life—said the redhead sincerely,looking at a moved blue eyed angel who was relieved at this—Trust me, you have nothing to worry about,angel, you really are good, not like them. You are genuinely good and worry for others and always try to help the humans.Maybe you´re too good for your own good—.
—What do you mean by that?—said Aziraphale pouring himself some wine and tasting it,curious—.
—Isn´t it obvious?—Crowley drank his glass of wine.He was lying across the sofa. His long legs one over the other and held his head in one hand looking straight at Aziraphale—I meant you don´t mind putting yourself in the fire line if you have to and stand up to the big boss in order to defend the humans if you believe something is unfair.Gabriel just follow orders, he´s a sheep.You´d be a much better boss than him—Aziraphale looked up at him with a small smile on his lips—.
—You really think so?—the demon nodded and smiled at him—.
—I know so Angel—Aziraphale had a proud face,he smiled drunk already—.
—I could picture it. I´ve been working for others all this years. I know one or two things about administration. In fact I´m surprised I haven´t been promoted yet. I´d love to have my name on a golden plaque just like Gabriel´s. It´d look very elegant and major—the angel dreamed vividly —everyone in the miracle department would respect me—the blonde imagined—.
—Aziraphale—the demon tried to picture the plaque and the angel sitting on a desk with a big pile of papers and a worried exausted face
—Or would it be A. Z. Fell?—.
—I don´t use my human name on heaven—the spoken of said, moving his glass on his hand inspectionating the colour—It´s only a disguise. Like yours, Anthony Crowley—.
—Yes,right—he said looking at him with curiosity—I never asked you tho, never had the chance to as what really is your human name—Aziraphale looked up at his eyes with nerviousness—what is that A and that Z stand for? —the demon had the doubt for a few centuries now—.
—I just use it A.Z Fell plainly, don´t really have a name behind it—Crowley raised an eyebrow not buying it—.
You must have a name tought, you cannot just call yourself acronyms and expect everyone to not ask the meaning behind it—Aziraphale looked at the floor cause he kind of did expect that, at least right in that moment—.
—You´d be surprised, really, they dont ask me that much.But I tell them the Z stands for Zander. Etimilogically it means "defending men" which I believe is my duty on earth—explained simply the blode—.
—Interesting...—Crowley felt strange when the angel didn´t start with the first letter and wasn´t gonna forget this detail—And the A... what does it mean?—he insisted, making the other look up and joining his hands as tho he was thinking hard or looking for an excuse—Well..?—.
—Uhm... the A,right, yes, of course...—he grunted and coughed a bit, choking on the glass of wine he drank to distract himself— I don´t use it much, I think it meant... uhm... Anthony. Or something like that—he said fast. The demon opened his eyes as big as he could in surpise for the answer. He gulped and took a few seconds to answer—.
—You named...yourself... after...me?—Aziraphale wished the earth will eat him alive—.
—Not exactly... I just... I tought it was a nice name and I coulnd´t think of anything else,really,so...—Crowley laughed a bit offending the angel—It´s not funny. It´s nothing like that, it´s just a name,don´t make a big deal about it,please-.
—But IT IS a big deal. It´s MY name,you stole it from me. I´m quite flattered,I must say, but still... It´s weird —Crowley felt a nice heartwarming feeling on his chest just thinking about Aziraphale having used his own human name for centuries now—But I like it tho...-.
—You´re not angry?—Aziraphale looked up at him a bit embarrased for having been discovered—.
—Of course not,c´mere angel-he pat on the couch next to him and the angel went to sit a bit stiff.Crowley put his arm around his shoulders,making him turn to look at him in the eyes confused—If only I had known you wanted to carry my name along yours... that´s a human tradition, but I guess we can do it if you want to—the demon smiled devilishly raising an eyebrow-.
—Cr-Crowley...wh-what are you su-suggesting?-he blushed—.
—We´ve known each other for six thousand years now, angel... I know you better than anyone, and I love you as much as it is possible for a demon to love an angel,and I suspect you feel the same way...so I´ll asume that if I propose to you in sacred unholy marriage,you´ll acept,am I right?-Aziraphale thinks he´ll faint,that his heart will stop because it can´t possibly hold this many positive emotions, but it doesn´t,and his voice doesn´t tremble when he answers—.
—Yes,Crowley, I´ll marry you—answers the blonde one with tears on his eyes,covering his mouth with his hands.The demon embraces him,giving kisses on his head,smiling and holding back his own tears—I canpt believe this,Crowley, I´ve loved you for so long... and now you say this to me.I love you,you fool-.
The redhead presses his lips against the blonde´s feeling a spark on his chest caused by the happiness of the moment and the confession that had been torturing him for thousands of years now.He caresses Aziraphale´s hair with one hands and holds him by the waist with the other one,feeling his formed figure. Aziraphale put his arms behind his neck and pecked him on the cheek when they separeted their lips.
They´re both so happy they can´t help but hug each other with too much force and fill the other´s face with kisses. They´ve been in love or too long and only now they had the guts to confess, and not only that, but they were gonna marry,aparently.It was a lot of information to process in their drunken brains,and it seemed a bit fast, but it had been thousands of years of yearning and had been acummulating a lot of love in themselves for the other that only now they could express.
The angel laid next to Crowley on the large couch, with his head on his chest, taking small sips of wine while the demon talked about a small wedding with everyone they knew where they would play Queen´s covers and eat and drink as much as they could. They had a lot to plan but they were both so excited. Crowley wanted to presume his fiancé to his friends down in hell, even tho the angel couldn´t really go there, and Aziraphale was kinda anxious about telling people at work he was getting married to a fallen angel,but he tought he could kind of spare them the information and just invite people he really trusted in.
They ended the evening with a session of kisses that were more and more intense than before and soon they explored each other bodies with eagerness and curiosity, finally giving in to their desires and fullfilling fantasies they had which involved the other. Crowley was tender and patient and Aziraphale was soft and ready for him.
They slept together that night and the next morning Crowley went to look for his plants and belongings to move in with his future husband, not ever wanting to leave his side again.