"Read it"

"Crowley ..."

"Please!"

Aziraphale rolled his eyes before lowering the book he was reading. He knew the impetuous and exalted character of his partner, but he simply did not understand his insistence on reading that letter.

"My dear, every day you write me a letter, I don't see why this is special…"

"All the letters are special!" Exclaimed the demon with indignation and Aziraphale soon rectified.

"I know, my dear, just ..." He shut up for a moment, looking for the right words to say. "You act weirder... than usual."

Crowley snorted offended, although he quickly recomposed his face into a smile, it was hard for him to be angry at his angel, oh yes, Aziraphale had him completely stunned, if not stupid.

He extended the letter to Aziraphale, who looked at it as if it were a strange object with which he never had any contact "Read it, please." He asked, trying to hide the plea from his voice.

"Is it so important to you?" Aziraphale asked amused, but when he saw Crowley quickly nodded seriously on his face, he realized that it really was a matter of extreme importance to the demon.

He took the letter and began to read it, suddenly feeling his heart hammering against his chest with intensity.

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London 2018

Dear Angel:

I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore.

Because I want to be your husband now. I want to marry you. I know you will think that after 6000 years, this is not necessary, but I want to be your husband, make it official and have a piece of paper signed and filed away in a stupid, useless office somewhere dull that says that you are mine and I am yours, that you would never leave me because we are married. I want to put a ring on your finger so that the whole world, the entire galaxy, and all the stars can look at us and know that you are mine, forever, that you are my husband and that you chose me.

There is only one thing that I am absolutely certain about, and it's I want to spend the rest of my life where you are. I want this to be our eternity, you and I together, that our lives are entwined, more than they are now and when we look back we laugh and think that everything we live together was worth it to reach this moment. I want a chance to spend the rest of my life with the love of my life.

I hope you don't think I'm going too fast for you but if I do, what does it matter? I just know that I don't want to spend another day without you, we've been separated for so long, why wait? It's you, Aziraphale, it's always been you. If you want to be called Aziraphale Z. Crowley for the rest of your existence, let's bloody do it then.

Aziraphale, do you realize that my world would end if you were no longer in it? That I cannot live without you? I think ... I'd be lost without you. I need you in my universe, angel. You're my home.

Will you let me call you mine, Zira?

Evers yours,

Anthony J. Crowley

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Aziraphale finished reading trying to contain his emotions in the best way, but he realized that this was impossible when he turned his eyes to the demon and found him kneeling with a ring in his hand and without his dark glasses, adding more privacy to the moment.

"Aziraphale, I love you," he began to speak confidently, although the nervousness he felt was evident. "I love you so much that it scares me. I have never loved anyone so much and I feel that it could destroy me at any moment. I know I could. That you could do it. And I know I would let you do it."

Aziraphale didn't know how to feel at those words, so he let Crowley continue.

"Don't worry, this is going to get better," Crowley reassured him and Aziraphale felt guilty that the redhead had noticed his perplexed state. "But even if you could do it, you wouldn't. That's why I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of our lives, I want to kiss you, I want to say you good morning and good night, I want your arms around me when we're sleeping, I want to feel your breath in my neck and my hands in your hair, I want to share my bed, my life, and my everything. Everything, I want everything Aziraphale." And he stopped talking because he already felt his eyes wet with the threatening tears and felt that at any moment he would collapse.

"Crowley, are you crying?"

"No, something got in my eye," proud-hearted as always, Crowley refused to admit that he left his emotions be showed. Aziraphale laughed and realized that if he had to bear Crowley for the rest of his existence, he would happily bear him.

"Stupid demon ..."

"That means yes?" He asked, trying to sound neutral when deep down he was dying of nerves to know the answer.

"What do you think?"

That was all the answer the demon needed. Crowley looked him in the eye, mute. It was only a moment before emotion dominated him. With almost palpable happiness, he suddenly enveloped him in a hug so strong that he lifted a span of the floor and spin him as if it were the romantic scene of one of his books, causing his laughter.

"We're made for each other; you know?" The demon told him as if he were revealing the best-kept secret of creation.

That only increased Aziraphale's wishes to kiss him, and of course, he did it.