Disclaimer: Good Omens, along with its characters, locations, etc. are the property of Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. If I owned the rights to it, I wouldn't still be desperate to meet the man that I absolutely ADORE: David Tennant.

Summary: Post-apocalypse. Aziraphale has to convince Crowley that he deserves to be loved. Hurt/Comfort, angst, romance. One-Shot.

A/N: I'm ignoring my homework atm so I can write this fic, but I had to do it. I thought of this the other day when I was thinking about Supernatural (as you do) and I just had to write it. Plus, this will bring my number of fics up to 100! I can always do my homework later.

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You Deserve to be Loved

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Crowley was feeling very conflicted lately. He wanted desperately to tell Aziraphale exactly how he felt, how he couldn't live another minute without him by his side, but at the same time… he did not expect Aziraphale to reciprocate his feelings. He was nothing, a lowlife demon who couldn't even properly keep track of an eleven-year-old boy. Why would an angel love him?

He really wasn't sure what to do. Every time he was at the bookshop, he would want to lean into Aziraphale and push away at the same time. It was reaching a point where Crowley would almost prefer to stay in his flat rather than go to the bookshop because he didn't want to deal with his conflicting emotions anymore.

Things would be so much easier if he were an angel, or at least a being worthy of Aziraphale's affections. But he was not, which meant that he would have to continue to suffer through being around the person he loved, and who did not love him back, for eternity.

Today he found himself hesitating outside the door of the bookshop, wondering if he should go in or just go back home. He did not want to burden Aziraphale with his presence, but he also had a hard time staying away.

He cursed himself and his love for Aziraphale. If only he could block out his emotions and ignore what he felt for the angel. Or, better yet, not feel anything at all. He ran a hand through his hand and opened the door, resolving to start, tomorrow, spending less time at the bookshop.

"Hey, angel." Crowley called into the shop, waltzing into the back room and plopping down on the sofa.

"Crowley. Always lovely to see you, dear." Aziraphale said, not looking up from his book. Crowley scoffed under his breath. "What brings you by?"

"Bored." Crowley took of his glasses and set them on the coffee table, flinging an arm across his eyes.

"I really wish you wouldn't do that all the time." Aziraphale muttered, turning his page.

"Do what?" Crowley asked, not moving.

"Cover your eyes. I never get to see them." Aziraphale answered, finally looking up.

"And… this is a problem?" Crowley asked, still not moving. He peaked out from under his arm to look at Aziraphale.

"To each their own, I supposed. I do enjoy seeing your eyes every now and then, though." Aziraphale looked back down at his book.

"Why?" Crowley started to have a bad feeling, like this conversation was headed in a direction that he wouldn't like.

"They're beautiful." Aziraphale answered calmly. He turned another page.

"Agree to disagree, angel."

Aziraphale slowly looked up at Crowley. He reached over and grabbed his bookmark off the end table next to his chair, carefully closing the book and setting it and his glasses aside.

"You disagree?" he asked.

Crowley groaned and sat up, the bad feeling growing in his gut. "Look, it doesn't really matter. Go back to your book, Aziraphale, I'll get out of your hair." He stood as if to leave, but Aziraphale motioned for him to stop.

"It matters to me, Crowley." Aziraphale stood and made his way around the coffee table, lightly grasping Crowley's arm and pulling him back down onto the sofa. He sat down next to him, so close their knees were almost touching.

"I can't see why." Crowley muttered, reaching for his sunglasses.

Aziraphale stopped him with a hand on his arm. "Crowley, are you alright?" he asked quietly.

"Ngk, uh, why wouldn't I be?" Crowley spluttered. His brain was short-circuiting because Aziraphale was touching him. He hadn't felt a comforting touch in so long…

"You've been acting odd ever since the failed apocalypse, dear. You can tell me what's wrong." Aziraphale answered. He didn't move his hand, despite the fact that Crowley had moved his arm and rested it on his lap. He was desperately wishing for his sunglasses.

"Aziraphale, it's really not that big of a deal…"

"It is to me, Crowley! I care about you, you don't have to suffer in silence." Aziraphale squeezed Crowley's hand, sadness in his eyes. Crowley could see that he was practically begging for answers and to be there for him.

He sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. He really wasn't sure that he could tell Aziraphale anything. On one hand, he had wanted to tell the angel that he loved him for as long as he could remember. He could feel his love for Aziraphale bursting from his chest, begging to be voiced. On the other hand, he knew, deep down, that it was not reciprocated. How could Aziraphale, a divine, holy being, love someone like him?

"Aziraphale, obviously there is something that's bothering me. But I really don't want to bother you with it. You don't have to deal with my issues." He tried to deflect the conversation to avoid telling Aziraphale about his feelings. Naturally, it didn't work.

"Crowley, you're the most important person in my life. I want to help you."

Crowley sighed again. "I'm not sure that you're gonna want to hear what I have to say, angel." Crowley conceded. He was willing to tell Aziraphale everything. He was used to disappointment. He just wanted to make sure that Aziraphale actually wanted to know.

"You can tell me anything, dear." Aziraphale squeezed his hand again.

Crowley scrubbed his free hand down his face. "Okay so… okay…" he sighed angrily. "I've been…"

"Crowley, just say it. Whatever it is, I will not abandon you." Aziraphale said.

"I love you, angel." Crowley forced out. "I realized it the day you gave me the holy water, but I think I have felt this way for longer than that. I don't expect you to feel the same way…"

"Why don't you expect me to feel the same way?" Aziraphale asked quietly.

"Well, you're an angel, and I'm a demon, so…" Crowley started to argue.

"And? Is that supposed to mean something?" Aziraphale asked. "Crowley, I don't care that you're a demon. I said before that you are the most important person in my life, and I meant that." He reached up and cupped Crowley's cheek, running his thumb across the demon's cheekbone. "I love you too, dearest. I realized it when you saved my books from the bomb during the Reign of Terror, but, as you said, I think I have felt this way for a lot longer than that."

Crowley gently pulled away from the hand on his face. "Aziraphale, please don't lie to me. I can take rejection, I'm not sure I can take you lying about loving me just to make me feel better." There was a sinking feeling in his stomach, and he was fighting against the urge to get up and leave.

"Crowley, I'm not lying. Why do you think I'm lying?" Aziraphale asked. Crowley could see that he was trying not to reach out again.

"You are… Aziraphale, you're so much better than me. There is no way that someone like you could love someone like me." Crowley explained. He really wanted to get out of this conversation. He squirmed.

"I am no better than you." Aziraphale brushed his hand across the back of Crowley's.

"You're an angel, Aziraphale. And the best one, at that. We aren't the same." Crowley pulled his hand away from Aziraphale. "Even if you did love me, I'm not deserving of it."

Aziraphale sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face. "Crowley, I don't care that you're a demon. But if you want to focus on that, let's talk about it. You should not have Fallen. You have told me how it happened, and I believe you." Aziraphale grabbed Crowley's hand again. "You should still be an angel. But, we would not have met if you hadn't Fallen. I know you have struggled to accept your Fall, dear, but I am so glad we met." Aziraphale brushed his thumb across Crowley's knuckles.

"Angel…"

"I'm not done, Crowley." Aziraphale interrupted. "You are such a good person, dear. Despite the fact that you're a demon, you are better than anybody else I know. Maybe it is because you're a demon and you know what it's like to be excluded. I don't know what makes you who you are, but just because you're a demon doesn't mean you don't deserve to be loved. You are the most deserving person that I know."

"I'm not saying that I don't deserve to be loved, I'm saying that I don't deserve to be loved by you." Crowley argued.

"That isn't what you were saying. You were saying that you were undeserving of love because you are a demon. But I don't care, Crowley. The fact that you're a demon doesn't deter me from loving you. In fact, you being such a loving, caring person despite being a demon makes me love you even more. You deserve to be loved, dear. You deserve to be loved. You have to believe me." Aziraphale argued back.

Crowley scrubbed a hand down his face, forcing back the tears that were welling up. "Aziraphale…"

"Please don't argue with me. I know you have been struggling since your Fall to accept that you are a demon, but I mean it when I say that I love you even more for it. You are a good person despite that, Crowley. I love you. I love you so much, and it really, truly doesn't matter to me that you're a demon. Please believe me." Aziraphale clung to Crowley's hand like his life depended on it.

"I… I don't know if I can, angel." Crowley forced out. "I want to believe you, but I have spent so long thinking that I do not deserve to be loved…"

"Then let me prove it to you." Aziraphale said quietly. He reached up to touch Crowley's face, but pulled away at the last second. Crowley reached up and grabbed his hand, pressing it lightly to his cheek. His eyes were watering.

"Come here, Crowley." Aziraphale held out his arms, letting Crowley lean into them. He leaned back against the arm of the sofa, holding the demon against him.

Crowley curled up into a ball, resting his head against Aziraphale's chest. He wasn't sure what stunt the angel was trying to pull on him, but he was going to enjoy this while he could.

Aziraphale tightened his arms around Crowley, resting his cheek on top of the demon's head. "I know what you're thinking, dearest. You're thinking that I'm trying to pull one over on you, as the kids say. You do not think that I'm being genuine about loving you." Aziraphale whispered.

"I'm sorry, Aziraphale." Crowley muttered. He tried to pull away from the hug, but the angel held on tight.

"Don't be, Crowley." Aziraphale said, with such sincerity that Crowley found himself tearing up again. Aziraphale bent down and lightly kissed his snake tattoo. "I understand that I will have to work to break through your walls. I am up for the challenge." Aziraphale ran his hand through Crowley's hair. "I'm glad that you finally told me about your feelings, dear. I never had the courage to tell you that I loved you, even though I was fairly sure that you reciprocated. You had the courage to tell me you loved me even though you did not think that I loved you back." he paused. "I admire you so much for that. I promise to keep loving you for the rest of time, even if you never believe me, Crowley. I promise."

"Thank you." Crowley breathed out. He still didn't believe that Aziraphale loved him, but he was enjoying the attention nonetheless.

Aziraphale pushed Crowley off of him, turning the demon around so they were facing each other. He looked deep into Crowley's eyes, reaching up and cupping his cheek. He brushed his thumb across the demon's cheekbone, making a tear drip from his eye. Aziraphale brushed it away with his thumb.

"I love you. I will keep saying it until you believe me. I love you. I love you. I –"

Crowley shushed him. "I understand what you're trying to do, angel, but please stop lying –"

His rant was stopped when Aziraphale leaned forward and kissed him. He reached up and cupped the back of Crowley's neck, pulling his face forward and deepening the kiss. He buried the other hand in the demon's hair.

Crowley, unsure what to do with his hands, settled for using one to clamp down on Aziraphale's waist and using the other to cup his face.

Their mouths moved together for a moment, love blossoming in Crowley's chest. Aziraphale pulled back after a few minutes, leaving Crowley stunned into silence.

"I will make sure that you believe me someday, my love. I will make sure of it." He brushed his hand down Crowley's cheek. "You deserve to be loved, and I will always love you." He leaned forward and kissed Crowley again, briefly. "I will always love you." He whispered against the demon's mouth.

Crowley still wasn't sure that he believed the angel, but he had a feeling that he might someday.