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Author’s note: FOR MY EYES ONLY! If you aren’t Adam and you see this I WILL KNOW and I WILL FIND YOU.
Anyways this is my first ever fanfic lol so it might not be very good. Not like I care. You shouldn’t be reading this if you aren’t me anyways.1
Crowley was still moping around Aziraphale’s book shop, missing his angel dearly. It just didn’t feel the same without him.
“What?” Crowley muttered to himself. “How did I get here?”
For a bit of context: less than a minute ago, Crowley had been driving over 90 kph in his Bentley, yelling along to the lyrics of Taylor Swift’s We Are Never Getting Back Together. 2
Muriel appeared from behind one of the bookshelves. They were still wearing their constable outfit, and seemed quite pleased with themself. That is, until they made eye contact with Crowley.
“Hi! I thought you and Mr. Fell were having ‘us’ time!” said Muriel cheerily.
Crowley was about to respond, or rather, about to curse them out, when something seemed to shift.
It was just so lonely. Crowley never liked being in the bookshop alone. It seemed to already be collecting dust without Aziraphale there to take care of it.
Suddenly, Muriel vanished with a yelp. Crowley glanced around, trying to mask his panic under a facade of aloofness.
“If someone is there, hellish or heavenly, I recommend you leave before I show you what it means to be discorporated,” He snarled.
Out of nowhere, tears began streaming down his cheeks. He just couldn’t do this alone.
Crowley wiped his eyes, confused at the sudden waterfalls streaming down his face. He didn’t even know why he was crying. He simply was.
“I miss him,” Crowley sobbed, his yellow orbs glistening with tears. “I just miss him so much.”
Then he paused. “Where did that come from?”
He hadn’t said that. It was as though he was possessed, his body like a sock puppet for some divine being to air out their dirty laundry.
Although, yes, it was true. He did, indeed, miss his angel. But he’d mourned this earlier today. He’d already had a good cry. He hardly needed a second one.
Crowley just needed to move on with his life.
Warily he took off his sunglasses, scanning the room one more time to see if he’d missed anything. Then he sprinted for the door, fiddling with the handle.
He slumped over on Aziraphale’s favorite chair, thinking of his long lost love.
Before Crowley understood what was happening, an invisible force was dragging him away from the exit. It plopped him down on the nearby chair. When he tried to stand up, an intense pressure pushed his body back down.
“Ugh, for fucks sakes! Can’t I get one day?!”
Jingle, jingle. The bell on the door signaled someone walking in. When Crowley turned around to look, he was greeted by a familiar face.
“Aziraphale?”
“Crowley?”
“Wait…” Aziraphale looked around, blinking slowly as though he’d just waken up. “Huh? How did I get here?”
“That’s what I said.”
“Have you been crying?”
“No.” He wiped his face again. “Seriously, no.”
The conversation came to an awkward halt as the memories of earlier that day came flooding back. A thick tension fell upon the store.
Aziraphale glanced about one last time, before saying, “I should be getting back-“
“What? To your kind?”
“Crowley-“
The angel flinched as the same hazy look came back onto his face. He stood up a bit straighter.
Aziraphale had realized his mistake as soon as he entered the elevator to heaven. He’d grappled with his love for the demon as long as he could. But he just couldn’t fight it anymore.
“I was wrong, Crowley. So very wrong. I love you and I never want to be away from you. You’re everything to me. I told heaven to suck my genitals 3,” The words fell out of his mouth, before Aziraphale gasped. “What?! No! I would never say something so crude- or- well… you know!”
The demon finally managed to get out of the chair he’d been trapped on, and sauntered over to his now ex-best friend.
“Oh, really? So you find love confessions crude, then? S’pose that makes sense,” he chuckled dryly.
“You know I didn’t mean it like that, Crowley.”
“Then what did you mean, hm? What did you mean when we snogged-“ Now it was Crowley’s turn to stiffen. “-I just… I don’t know how to feel. I love you too, but… you left, Angel. You abandoned me.”
Crowley wanted to forgive him. No, he did not. He wanted to yell at him.
“And I’d never felt emptier. That was the biggest mistake of my life,” Aziraphale choked out, reaching his arm out to his demon. Then he recoiled, shooting his arm backwards. “What is happening?”
Crowley just raised his eyebrows. In any other circumstance, he’d love to get to the bottom of the case of the mysterious spirit controlling them. But he was frustrated, and it had been a long day, and every time he looked at Aziraphale he felt physically ill.
“I’ll just be…” Crowley motioned to the door. “On my merry way, then.”
“Wait, Crowley-“
He spun around to face the angel.
Aziraphale pulled on his collar a little, shifting back and forth uncomfortably. “I… Well, I just… I want you… to find peace and happiness.”
Crowley rolled his eyes. “Doubt I’ll find it, but thanks.”
Aziraphale couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to kiss Crowley. He couldn’t stop thinking about the love of his life wait do angels have lives lol. He couldn’t stop until they were together.
Then he was being spun around, and Aziraphale’s hands were in his hair, and he was pressing his mouth against his. For a split second, Crowley was beyond elated. Then he remembered that this was most certainly not Aziraphale’s doing, and attempted to pull back.
He was frozen in the kiss.
They snogged for a minute, tongues battling for dominance, until Aziraphale pulled away, gasping for air.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“Clearly not enough to st- I love you too,” Crowley whispered back.
He should leave it off there.
That was all Adam really wanted to happen. But now that he was thinking about it, he had quite a few decent ideas of where the plot should go.
Just fluff, of course. No angst whatsoever would be involved. Domestic bliss.
Where would Adam begin?
The pair were sitting on opposite sides of the room, neither of them daring to speak.
While they didn’t know exactly what was going on, for fear of it happening again, they’d both agreed that the best course of action would be to stay away from each other.
They had both tried to leave the bookshop at different points in the evening. Every single time, it felt as though they were moving through tar. Unless they found another way out, they were temporarily stuck together. 4
Aziraphale sipped a hot cocoa. Crowley stared at a book, rereading the same page over and over again.
Finally, Aziraphale tried, “You really wouldn’t ever consider becoming an angel again?”
“Hm, I wonder: why wouldn’t I want to return to heaven? Maybe it has to due with them kicking me out, or being a holier-than-thou carbon copy of hell, or them trying to kill you, or-“
“Alright, alright! I get it.”
They returned to silence. While comfortable silence was something Aziraphale and Crowley were quite accustomed to, this was entirely dreadful.
If you listened carefully enough, you could hear the sound of a bird chirping outside. But it was so soft that neither picked up on it.
“We could change it, you know. Together. Make it better for all the beings just like you and I. Don’t they deserve to be happy, too?”
“No. They really don’t. Besides, it shouldn’t be our responsibility to fix a broken system!”
“It’s not broken-“
Someone knocked on the door.
Their bickering was paused. Who would possibly be outside the bookshop at this hour? It was nearly midnight. Humans didn’t tend to visit bookshops at midnight 5. Aziraphale stood up to answer.
On any other day, he’d love to ignore it. But, frankly, he was searching for any excuse to avoid this conversation. Crowley just didn’t understand, not like he did. It came with being a demon.
No. Aziraphale hadn’t been one to judge Crowley for falling for a long time. Regardless of where they currently stood, he was not about to start judging him again.
“Isn’t Muriel supposed to be here?” Aziraphale asked. “The Metatron said they’d take care of the shop.”
“The Metatron says a lot of of things. Doesn’t make them true,” noted Crowley with another eye roll, “but Muriel was here. The same thing that made us snog sent them away.”
Crowley might’ve been imagining it, but he thought he saw a ghost of a smile on Aziraphale’s face when he mentioned their kiss.
Aziraphale opened the door. Outside stood another two familiar faces.
“Witch girl. Witch girl’s partner. What are you doing here?” He tried a smile.
Anathema stared at him. “I don’t know- We should have a double date!”
”It’s midnight.”
He looked outside. It was quite a lovely day. The sun was out and the world was bustling.
The four beings in the bookshop watched in awe as moon ran out of the sky and the hands on the clock swirled. Suddenly, it was midday. A lovely, perfect midday for grabbing a bite to eat.
”That sounds wonderful!” Aziraphale spat.
Adam didn’t know why he’d decided to write Anathema and Newt into the story, but he figured that they’d be good characters to have around.
“Adam! Dinner!” His mother called from downstairs. Promptly he dropped his pen, and raced out of his room.
Crowley released a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. It felt as though something had lifted, a weight on his shoulder removed as easily as a feather. A quick glance at Aziraphale proved that he hadn’t been imagining it.
There had been some invisible force keeping them in the bookshop. Keeping them together. And it had just left.
“Alright. Let’s get to the bottom of this.” Aziraphale straightened his bowtie.
“Do we have to? Why don’t we just go our separate ways and live our eternities apart, as planned?” Crowley complained.
Tilting her head, Anathema asked, “Seriously, how did we get here?”
The angel shrugged. “Let’s find out together, mm?”
1. But that was never going to stop you, was it? return to text
2. His guilty pleasure. return to text
3. Adam believed this to be the funniest thing he’d ever written. return to text
4. And there was only one bed. Adam figured that the use of this trope would mark him as a real author. Surprisingly, he was correct. return to text
5. The key word here is “tend.” One time, two very drunk ladies had stumbled in asking for Vagina Woolf. When he tried to explain that firstly, they were closed, and secondly, they were thinking of Virginia Woolf, they just started making out. Aziraphale had felt so uncomfortable that he just let them be. return to text