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: Crowley takes Aziraphale stargazing. He talks about making them and how he found his love for humanity when they started to see shapes within the randomness (constellations). He talks about his fall, and Aziraphale explains all the reasons that he loves him. One-Shot.

A/N: I have been feeling a lot of melancholy lately, so I'm going to project that onto my favorite demon. That is all.

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Melancholy

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Crowley had been feeling a strong sense of melancholy ever since the failed apocalypse. He had been feeling, well not a sense of longing, per se, for his lost home, but something else. He missed the way he felt when he was an angel.

That wasn't to say that he didn't enjoy his life on earth as a demon, especially when he got to spend it alongside his favorite angel. But there was something that felt so intrinsically good about being an angel, creating stars, caring about all of God's creations…

Crowley still cared, of course. That was part of the reason that he Fell. He cared so much that it destroyed him. And yet he could not stop himself from caring still. The way that the humans spent their tiny, finite lives searching for beauty that they often couldn't express, like seeking out constellations in an infinite sea of randomness… he may have been faulted for finding beauty in small things, but the humans made him feel like it was almost worth it.

As he pulled up in front of the bookshop, intending on spending the rest of the night lounging in the backroom while Aziraphale read one of his novels, he found that he had another idea in mind. All of the sadness that had built up and coalesced inside of Crowley to make him feel such a deep sense of melancholy had made him ache to look at the stars. To gaze upon his wonderful creations. He had never created something as uniquely wonderful as the humans, or animals, or nature, but he had created something unbelievably beautiful nonetheless.

He parked the Bentley carefully (more carefully than normal) and slowly walked into the bookshop, catching the door before it could bang shut behind him. He quietly made his way to the backroom and pushed the curtain aside, watching Aziraphale for a moment. The way he hunched over his books, tiny glasses balanced precariously on the tip of his nose, eyes sprinting across the page… Crowley could stand there in silence and admire the angel for days. Months, even.

He cleared his throat to make his presence known.

"Crowley, dear, what a lovely surprise." Aziraphale carefully bookmarked his novel and set it aside, perching his reading glasses on top of it. He stood and slowly made his way over to stand in front of Crowley, who had a small smile playing across his lips that he was entirely unaware of.

"Angel." Crowley said simply. He smiled wider when a small blush creeped up the back of Aziraphale's neck and brightened his cheeks. He loved that Aziraphale loved when he called him that.

"Do you care to go for a little drive with me? I want to go stargazing tonight, and I don't think it would be the same without you." He said. He knew he was getting closer and closer every day to revealing how much he loved Aziraphale. He found he didn't much care.

"That sounds lovely, my dear." Aziraphale followed Crowley out of the backroom and toward the front door, grabbing his coat off the rack and swinging it around his shoulders. Crowley helped him when he couldn't reach one of his sleeves.

They made there way toward the Bentley and then drove out of the city in silence, watching the sun set. It was something that they both took great pleasure in watching, ever since the world almost ended; though neither of them would admit that to the other.

They drove for a few hours before Crowley carefully pulled off the road near a cliff. Crowley pulled a red and black tartan blanker from his backseat before getting out of the car. He stopped a few meters from the edge of the cliff, Aziraphale trailing close behind him. He spread out the blanket and laid on top of it, motioning for the angel to lay beside him.

The sun had just set, so there was still brightness in the sky. The stars were just starting to come out. Aziraphale delicately laid his hand atop Crowley's. Neither dared to take the next step and intertwine their fingers.

There was a comforting silence surrounding them that neither wanted to break. They laid there in silence, next to each other, until the sky was black and the stars were bright.

"How many of those did you make, Crowley?" Aziraphale whispered. Speaking any louder than that seemed wrong, in a way.

"All of them, I think. As far as I know I was the only angel who made stars." He answered quietly.

Aziraphale sat silently, thinking about how amazing Crowley was. Everything he had ever done as an angel felt inconsequential compared to making every star in the universe. He must have been an archangel, to do something so vastly important.

"Do you ever miss it? Being an angel?" Aziraphale asked after some time. He wasn't entirely sure he wanted to know the answer.

Crowley sighed deeply. "I don't know. I miss the feeling of importance, I think. The feeling of being an archangel in Heaven." Aziraphale noted that he was right about Crowley being an archangel. "But I feel just as important now, being your friend and saving the world with you. And I feel just at home with you in the bookshop as I did in Heaven." Crowley's hand shifted under Aziraphale's, until his palm was upturned and their fingers were laced together.

They sat in silence for a moment.

"I think… it all balances out. I will never be as important to the world as I was when I was Rafael, but I would never have become important to you if I had not Fallen. I will never again feel the comradery that came with being a part of the forces of Heaven, but I would have never felt as deep of a connection with one being than I do with you. I will never again make stars… but I was a part of saving the world. Humans still look at my creations and they marvel at them. They find shapes where there were never shapes meant to be found. They look at the constellations and make up stories about warriors and creatures and ordinary people. There are so many humans on this small planet that stare at the night sky and dream about the meaning of life and everything that that entails. And my Fall can never take that away. I get to keep all that, and yet I gained the most important being in my life. You are the only person that I have ever cared about this deeply, so how can I truly miss Heaven if my Fall is what gave me you?" Crowley lamented to the sky.

"I still struggle with the fact that I'm a demon. I still think about my Fall every single day, and wonder why God would do that to someone that She claimed to love. But I love you, and that is something that came with Falling that I will forever be grateful for."

Aziraphale wiped at his eyes with his free hand. He had never known that Crowley could speak so eloquently and beautifully. "Crowley…" he didn't have words to respond to what the demon had just said. To hear such beauty come from the lips of such a beautiful creature…

"I love you too, dearest." Aziraphale managed to choke out past the lump in his throat.

Crowley gave a small smile. "I know, angel. Perhaps it would be easier for you if I were an angel, and maybe that's why neither of us have ever said we loved each other before. But I've always known. I can see it in how you look at me, how you make room for me to sit next to you when you read, how you always save the last bite for me no matter how delicious you find a dessert…"

"I don't love you in spite of you being a demon, Crowley. I love you because you're a demon. The fact that you care so much for everyone… I wouldn't find that to be special in an angel, or even a human. But you are technically supposed to be deceitful and hateful, and yet you are the most honest and loving being that I have ever had the good fortune to meet."

Aziraphale rolled over and sat up, pushing Crowley up so he was facing away from him. He carefully, gently bent down and kisses the spot where Crowley's left wing connected with his back, repeating the action for his right wing.

He turned Crowley around so they were facing each other. Crowley's eyes were closed, and Aziraphale bent forward and kissed each of his eyelids before tenderly kissing his forehead. He twined the fingers of his left hand with those of Crowley's right, letting his other hand rest lightly on the demon's knee.

Crowley, his eyes still closed, leaned forward and tucked his head in next to Aziraphale's, clinging to the back of the angel's coat with his free hand. He breathed in deeply.

"How did I get so lucky, to have someone like you love me so much?" Crowley muttered into Aziraphale's shoulder.

"I could ask the same thing, my love." Aziraphale responded, moving the hand on Crowley's knee to come to rest gently on his shoulder.

They sat like that, embracing underneath the twinkling stars, until the sun rose in the morning.