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Bentley

If anyone thought that a car was just a car, Crowley would have beaten them upside the head with his own sunglasses. Or had something terrible happen to them where he didn’t have to raise a hand, because that would make more sense.

His Bentley was his. Crowley never bothered having too much. Just mementos of certain things that didn’t see the light of day. But his Bentley he would show off.

The silent sports car.

How did she catch his eye? Who wouldn’t she have caught the eye of?

And he could tell that sometimes...

Ring

“How do you like this one?”

Crowley glanced over. “Looks nice,” he said.

Aziraphale took his hand to put the ring on him. Dark, yet gleaming in a way. Like scales, without being explicitly so. Crowley let Aziraphale put the ring on him, finding it humorous how fascinated the angel seemed to be by the process.

“Looks nice, yes, but do you like it?”

Now that it was on his hand, Crowley looked at it. It suited him, which was surprising for something Aziraphale had picked out. He knew Aziraphale knew him well enough, it just...

Wings

“This is ridiculous!” Crowley exclaimed. “We’ve done everything else, this shouldn’t be embarrassing.”

“Mm hm,” Aziraphale replied. He couldn’t look Crowley in the eye. Face. In the face. He couldn’t look at Crowley at all.

“Aziraphale. Angel. Look at me.”

“I am.” Aziraphale turned his face toward Crowley, as though he now looked at the demon. That was a lie, he still couldn’t make himself do it.

“Let me see your wings.”

“See.” As long as that was what it was, Aziraphale would be fine. Though he really didn’t remember the l...

Confession

Crowley spluttered, cheeks pink

Offered chocolates hidden

Not to the person in question

Frantically practicing without instinct

Ending in a spectacular way

Sinking in stomach sensation

Shrinking without it linked

Into what he pretended not to say

Of course, the angel knew and let it lie

Needlessly waiting til they could both try

Fantasy

Don’t wake up, Crowley told himself.

In any other situation, it wouldn’t have seemed important. He sat on the couch. Golden Girls played on the screen in front of him. He had his feet up on the table in front of him, next to the wine and the fruit platter.

None of that mattered. The angel sitting on the couch next to him was what mattered. And not just sitting there next to him. Sitting right next to him. Leaning into him, Crowley’s arm around him.

Not his usual dream. Crowley dreamt a lot*, as often with Aziraphale in it, b...

St. James Park

The ducks at St. James had long since come to know who would give the best bread. It could be said that the information was passed down through the generations, as each parent would take their ducklings to a specific pair on shore out of every possible pair. And each duckling would grow to learn the same as their parents.

Other people would come and go. These bread givers were the one constant.

It was a toss up as to whether going to the pair was worth it. The bread was definitely the best, no duck there ever...

Shakespeare

He meant to watch the stage. Truly he did. But all Aziraphale could focus on was Crowley sitting next to him.

Perhaps it was because he was used to being the one so invested. Often he caught Crowley tearing his attention away from him to look at what Aziraphale watched.

Yet Crowley watched now. Probably because it was one of the funny ones.

And he knew every word. No matter what other frame the story was given, Crowley always knew every single word. His lips, wordlessly mouthing each line before they were pr...

Golgotha

There were certain places Crowley never wanted to return to. Golgotha was one of them.

“People keep saying it’s here,” Aziraphale said, pointing several times at the map as though Crowley didn’t know. “Why do they say that?”

“Because humans uncover things and then make connections with what they think is true,” said Crowley.

“True, but… well. Hm. I suppose that just means the actual site is as clear as it always is.”

Aziraphale treated the entire thing as though he had done this every year. Or as if this would be a...

Dancing

Aziraphale had nothing against dancing. He just hadn’t been as interested in doing it himself since the gavotte went out of style. That didn’t mean he didn’t have an eye for it.

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself,” was the best compliment he could give.

They were at the club at Crowley’s behest and Aziraphale had nothing against that either. He just didn’t fit in with he style of the place. This wasn’t the type of club he had ever wanted to frequent or would ever look like he woul...

Apocalypse

Crowley opened his eyes on the first day after. He stared at the ceiling. At least there was a ceiling here.

It was quiet. Far too quiet. He wasn’t sure if he liked it. After the scores of demons and angels that came to raze the earth together, he didn’t think he could get used to the change. It had been so loud for so long.

Now he sat in silence, after Heaven and Hell had come to destroy the world. If he moved, he could see anything. Crowley didn’t want to. He was too afraid to look. But he didn’t wan...