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Crowley was a demon. He had a certain reputation, a scary reputation. In Hell, they believed he had committed all kinds of horrors on Earth and on Earth, just how he looked and acted made humans avoid him. Just how he liked it.
But there was one being that his reputation didn’t work on. Aziraphale. Aziraphale never blinked an eye, no matter how he looked, acted, dressed. Simply raised an eyebrow when he claimed to have done something particularly demonic, and had the gall to not even look afraid when Crowley tried to be scary.
Crowley had spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to scare Aziraphale, but nothing seemed to work. He worried he was starting to lose his touch until an encounter with another angel who had simply fled upon seeing him. He had been so proud, bragging to Aziraphale, until Aziraphale had told him that he exaggerated Crowley’s “wiles” in reports so Heaven wouldn’t be suspicious of their encounters. He had sulked for days, practicing being scary to his plants. At least something was afraid of him.
After everything settled down post-almost Armageddon, Crowley decided to get to the bottom of why Aziraphale wasn’t afraid of him.
“Angel?” he asked, “Why aren’t you afraid of me?”
Aziraphale raised an eyebrow, “Why would I be afraid of you?”
“I’m a demon!” Crowley said, “I’m supposed to be scary.”
Aziraphale chuckled, “You’re not the slightest bit scary, my dear. Yes, you might look intimidating, but you are quite sweet.”
Crowley’s jaw dropped. Sweet? He was not sweet, he could not be sweet, he was a demon.
“I’m not sweet,” Crowley growled.
“You bring me my favorite sweets all the time. You take me out to eat. You always remember important dates. You know all my favorite books and authors. You-”
“Okay, okay, I get it,” Crowley grumbled, “That’s only ‘cuz I like you though.”
“I like you too, my dear,” Aziraphale said with a smile, “You’re still sweet though.”
“‘M not sweet,” Crowley said in protest, hiding his face when he felt himself redden, “‘M a demon, I’m scary, not sweet.”
Aziraphale laughed, “If you say so, my dear. Now come join me, I need some cuddles.”
Crowley grumbled under his breath about cuddling not being demonic, but didn’t protest further, and joined Aziraphale on the couch.
“Thank you, my sweet demon,” Aziraphale said, giving him a kiss on the top of his head.
“Not sweet, scary. Scary demon.”
“Very scary,” Aziraphale said with a chuckle, giving him a wide smile.
Crowley returned the smile, “Love you, angel.”
“I love you too, Crowley.”