"I'm sure they didn't follow us home. We would've seen them by now."

"It's just..." Aziraphale moved the (partially) burnt beans around his plate as he shook his head. The white haired had finished cooking their lunch and they were sitting at the desk; the telly a background noise.

"Who was that guy? And were they really after us?"

Aziraphale slowly nodded, "I'm not really sure, but I believe so. I recognized that man. He came by my shop the other day...among others..."

"You have a shop?"

The white haired grinned fondly, "It's a bookshop. It's a small shop, but I almost have every book ever imaginable."

"Really? Do you have books about aliens or sea monsters or the City of Atlantis?"

"I might have a few."

"How about the Secret Masters hiding in a secret underground called Shambala and are listenin' to every conversation in the world through Tibetan tunnels! It's true."

The white haired crinkled a brow in confusion as he didn't know what to say, "...Possibly?"

"I want to visit your shop one day!"

Aziraphale quickly recovered from Adam's enthusiasm as he felt his own lips pull up into a grin, "I would be happy to show you around my shop!" His heart thumped excitedly against his chest, but then a chilling thought crossed his mind, "If it's still in one piece...oh I hope Madame Tracy is alright..."

"If?"

"The...people that came to my shop...did something...and I passed out. I fled, thinking they'll come back for me. But what if they did go back and I'm not there to-" Aziraphale's breathing quickened as he ran a hand down his wrinkled skin, muttering what sounded like nonsense under his breath.

Adam grabbed his shoulders and shook the white haired a little, "Hey, hey. Your bookshop's probably fine. I'm sure of it."

Aziraphale softly smiled after he took a few deep breaths, calming down a little, "Thank you, Adam."

Xxxxxx

It was later in the day as the orange sun was peeking through one of the windows between slightly shaking leaves. Adam was mixing something in a bowl in front of the telly while Aziraphale was busy making them dinner. The dial suddenly made a swishing noise as familiar auburn hair bounced into view, giant bags and boxes covering his face.

"Adam? A little help?" The brunette rushed to Crowley's side as they placed the boxes and bags onto the couch. The auburn haired stuck out his chest proudly as he grinned ear to ear, "Mr. Fell, would you do the honors?"

Aziraphale blinked in confusion as he glanced at the bags then to Crowley's wiggling eyebrows. He placed the pan beside Warlock as he slowly walked up to the couch, picking up one of the boxes. He lifted the lid, finding a pair of sleek brown leather shoes that smelled earthy and of new rubber.

"What is all this?" The white haired barely spoke above a whisper as he turned the shoe in his hand, admiring the even stitching and how smooth and light it felt.

"Keep lookin'." Crowley motioned to the bags on the couch as he took over cooking dinner. Aziraphale peaked into one of the bags and pulled out a silky beige material. He gasped when he realized that it was an overcoat similar to his own, but new and softer. In the second bag had the matching trousers and a fresh, pure white button down shirt.

"Crowley..." Aziraphale was at a loss for words as he pressed his cheek against the velvety fabric of the overcoat, feeling a little overwhelmed. The auburn haired shrugged nonchalantly, his lips tilting a little.

"I was summoned to meet the Queen tomorrow," Crowley tossed the assortment of vegetables in the pan as he hummed as though in thought, "so if you were to join me, you would have to dress the part."

"Excuse me?" Aziraphale almost dropped the articles of clothing as he stared at the auburn haired, his bushy eyebrows crinkling in confusion and shock. Crowley just grins as he plates the food, picked up two dishes, and saunters over to his desk. Adam carries the rest of the plates and follows the auburn haired.

Aziraphale slipped the clothes back in the bag then, very slowly as if in a trance, shuffled to the 'dining room' where Adam was already digging in to his meal.

"I'm going to meet the Queen...?"

"Yeah you are!" Crowley grinned, sticking his tongue out like a rock star. The white haired blinked, furrowing his brow as he thought for a moment Crowley's tongue was forked at the end like a sna-right he was a giant snake just this morning... A weight sank deep in his belly as he shuddered; the image of the giant snake flashing in his mind.

"Are you going to eat that?" Adam pointed to the greasy sausage on Aziraphale's plate with his fork, his mouth still full. The white haired swallowed, not feeling hungry anymore as he pushed his plate closer to the brunette.

Xxxxxx

"I wanna to show you somethin'." Crowley whispered low in Aziraphale's ear while the white haired was washing the dishes. Aziraphale felt his cheeks burn as he watched the heels of perfectly shiny snake skinned shoes disappear up the stair. He placed the last dish in the drying rack then followed the auburn haired, curious as to what Crowley was up to.

"In here, Mr. Fell." Crowley's voice was muffled behind the wood of a dark brown door right across from the giant red door of Crowley's room. The door creaked as Aziraphale peaked into the room, smelling the familiar whiff of old books and pine. He swung the door open, finding a cozy space with a couple of tall bookcases lining one side of the room. A big bed with white sheets and a tartan patterned blanket laid in the middle of the room. A window overlooking St. James Park hung on the opposite side of the bookcases with a little comfortable nook underneath, adorned with a tartan pillow and a fluffy throw blanket. The walnut colored walls and wooden flooring complimented the cozy esthetic. A tiny gasp escaped through Aziraphale's lips, running his fingers along the slightly worn spines of titles he knew well.

"Does this suit your needs?" A warm breath caressed the shell of his ear as the white haired spun around, finding Crowley's smirking face almost nose-to-nose with him.

He felt the tips of ears burn as he tried to swallow around the lump in his throat, "I-it's lovely Crowley! Are you sure it's alright if I-"

"Well, I can't let you live on the couch."

Aziraphale cleared his throat while rubbing the back of his neck, feeling the warm sensation travel from the tips of his ears to his cheeks, "Why, yes of course." Big blue eyes watch the auburn haired reach over his shoulder and pull out a book, flipping to a random page as the white haired found himself staring into the yellow orbs behind the dark sunglasses. With how close they were standing, Aziraphale noticed that there were little flecks of green and orange mixed into the yellow pools that was...now staring back at him... He slipped out from under Crowley's gaze, walking over to the window as he cleared his throat to try to disperse the heat from his cheeks. Watching the ducks swim in the pond helped slow down the fluttering in his chest.

"When we meet the Queen," Aziraphale took in a deep breath, his eyes stayed on the ducks as he let the words slowly tumble and fade away, "Do we bow? Or do we curtsey? What's the...?"

The white haired heard Crowley try to hide a snicker behind the pages of the book he was flipping through but then in the next second he felt a warm presence on his back, "Just follow my lead. You'll be fine." He felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end while he kept his eyes on St. James Park, trying to keep his breathing in check. He wasn't sure if his heart rate picked up because he was feeling a little bit nervous for tomorrow (ok /a lot/ nervous) or the warm puffs of air tickling his ear again. He found himself nodding once, fiddling with his thumbs and trying not to look behind him. He jumped when a heavy hand landed on his shoulder as Crowley whooped with excitement.

"Get lots of rest! It's going to be a long day." Crowley grinned wide then turned around and closed the door with a soft click. Aziraphale sighed, shaking his head when he realized his eyes lingered on those slim swaying hips that were long gone now. He chewed on his lower lip as he wondered what the next day had in store.

Xxxxxx

Aziraphale fixed his slightly worn tartan bowtie in the mirror for the hundredth time.

"You're still going to wear that? After I got you a new one?" Crowley's furrowed his brow as he peaked over the white haired's shoulder, his sunglasses sliding off his nose in a comical way. Aziraphale tried on the new suit Crowley gave him yesterday and to his surprise, it fit like a glove. He couldn't stop running his hands over the silky smooth material for a long time. Aziraphale didn't acknowledge Crowley's comment as he walked to the other side of the room, looking out at the ducks swimming in St. James Park. The sky was a little dark and gloomy, but that's nothing new. He wasn't sure when was the last time he ever had the best sleep in his life before. He's going to miss this bed, if and when this is all over...

"Are you ready to go?" Aziraphale placed a grin upon his lips, straightening his shoulders and raising a brow.

"We'll be back." Crowley threw his hand up in a halfhearted wave to Adam while he made his way down the steps, flipping the dial to red; the Westminster door. Aziraphale glanced at what Adam was drawing on a notepad. It looked like squiggles and-

"Is that blood?"

"One of the spells I was workin' on needed blood, just a drop." Adam said matter-of-factly as he continued to scribble.

Aziraphale slightly paled at the brunette's calmness, patting the boy's shoulder tentatively, "If you need us, you'll know where we are."

Adam nodded, his focus still on the notepad, "Will you bring me back a souvenir?"

"Sure kid!" Crowley yelled from the doorway, "Come on, Angel!"

"Angel...?" Aziraphale muttered as he followed the auburn haired out the door, confused at the warm feeling that passed through his chest.

It was indeed a gloomy day in London. The streets were shiny from the early morning showers and there were lots of people walking around with their collars up or umbrellas in hand. Crowley walked right up to Buckingham Palace with an air of ease. He must of done this a thousand times, Aziraphale noted while he stuffed his hands in his coat pockets to hopefully stop his hands from shaking. He tried not to focus on how his legs were turning into jelly as they got closer to the gates; Crowley flashing the invitation to the guard.

"Just relax." The auburn haired grinned, bumping his shoulder against Aziraphale's shoulder playfully.

"How can I? The Queen is just beyond that door!"

"Well, beyond that door through some more doors, down a few hallways aaaand then through another door."

Aziraphale groaned, placing a hand across his forehead in exasperation. A movement caught the corner of his eye. A tiny black and white dog was running around the legs of one of the guards, who wasn't batting an eye to the little beast. The white haired watched the tiny dog for a moment, its quirky movements brought a smile to Aziraphale's lips.

"Crowley, look-" The white haired turned to point out the dog to the auburn haired, but when he looked over to his right, Crowley was nowhere to be found. Aziraphale spun around, blue eyes wildly looking for those familiar fiery auburn locks but to no avail. What made him jump out of his skin was a very low growl next to him. He found the tiny dog right in front of him but the growl wasn't directed toward him. He followed the tiny dog's gaze, which had a slightly red glint to them; not immediately finding what the dog was looking at. His heart stopped when he saw three familiar figures walking past him.

"Ahhh my favorite person." Wizard Gabriel grinned widely, clapping his hands together while he and his entourage continued walking. Aziraphale had to jog to catch up to the taller man. A little whine made him stop when he notice the tiny dog trying to keep up with him. His heart cried as Aziraphale made a quick decision and picked up the tiny dog, who was giving him the cutest puppy dog eyes.

"You're heavier than I thought." Aziraphale wheezed, hoisting the dog into his arms. The dog gave the white haired a few licks on his chin while Aziraphale tried to keep up with Gabriel.

"You know, I'm surprised you're here." The brunette shrugged with an air of indifference, "How'd you get an invitation?"

"Well, when you know some people here and there..." Aziraphale muttered, raising a brow when the dog in his arms started to growl again. The white haired glanced at Gabriel's entourage out from the corner of his eye, a shiver running down his spine when he saw it was the darker skinned man and the white haired woman with piercing pale eyes. He quickly looked away when the white haired women laid her eyes in his direction, smirking.

"The Queen invited the most powerful witch and wizards to this meeting today," The brunette steepled his fingers under his nose, "Are you actually a wizar-"

"If you're such a powerful wizard, turn me back." Aziraphale snapped, the smug look on Gabriel's face rubbed him the wrong way. The brunette burst out laughing, his purple eyes seemed to glow as his entourage chuckled along with him.

"I can't reverse the spell. That's not in the contract. And even if I could, why would-" Gabriel gasped, flailing his arms as he tried to grasp into the black smoke that engulfed the white haired women and the dark skinned man; their screams horrifying, "Pollution! Famine! Noooooo!" He slumped to his knees, scooping up handfuls of black sludge that used to be Pollution and Famine.

"I'm sorry sir, no magic beyond this point." A guard exclaimed from the front entrance of Buckingham Palace. Gabriel growled, the sludge magically dissolving while he dusted off his hands and knees. There were strange glowing markings on the ground like a barrier a few feet from the front entrance. The brunette huffed in frustration and walked on. Aziraphale blinked in confusion at what just happened and followed Gabriel, the massive decorative doors opening wide while the guard stepped to the side.

"Right this way sirs." A tall lanky man in a pair of thick square glasses greeted them, his awkward demeanor didn't match the pressed dark suit he was sporting. The tall lanky man led them through a door, down a few hallways, down another door... Aziraphale felt like they were walking around in circles when he thought he recognized a giant green and red vase sitting under a small window. The small dog started to wiggle in his arms, slipping out of his hold and scampering off around a corner and through a door slightly ajar. Aziraphale hissed under his breath, hesitating for a slight second looking from the back of Gabriel's head to the direction the dog went before following the dog. The white haired carefully opened the door, finding another hallway.

"Here doggy, doggy, doggy." Aziraphale whispered, making his way down the darkened hallway.

"Sir, this way please." The tall lanky man suddenly appeared seemingly out of nowhere, gesturing to a giant red and gold decorative door. Aziraphale realized that he was right in thinking that they were being misled as he followed the tall lanky man into the room. Beautiful chandeliers caught the white haired's eyes as he walked down a long, red carpet. The next that caught his eye were the same tall lanky men walking around the room doing different tasks such as cleaning or carrying trays of tea-

Wait.

"I've been expecting you, Mr. Fell."

Xxxxxx

Notes: Did you miss me? XD Sorry it took so long. I hope everyone is staying safe during these times of COVID-19. I'll see you in the next chapter :)