Inspired by this Reddit post about how Azi would've been the one to confess his feelings if Metatron never showed up. It's been a while since I've written a fanfic, so I hope you like it!
Archangel Gabriel and the demon lord Beelzebub together? Aziraphale couldn't believe the scene in front of him. An angel and a demon... It was possible after all. He looked at Crowley who seemed to be in quite a state of shock as well.
It actually made so much sense, now that Aziraphale knew the truth. Crowley told him about Beelzebub urgent desperation to find Gabriel and it was all clear now. It also kind of reminded him of someone he knew very well...
Crowley stared at his best friend, a demon. He was more than that. He's always been. But Aziraphale couldn't ever admit it to himself. They have, after all, known each other for over 6000 years... Then a sudden wild thought occurred to Aziraphale. If Gabriel and Beelzebub could be together, why not him and Crowley too? No, that's never gonna happen. Crowley surely doesn't see him that way... But what if he does? He does enjoy rescuing him after all...
Aziraphale was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts and realized he was leaning his hand on Crowley's chest. He quickly awkwardly pulled away, hoping no one noticed.
"Everyday, it's a gettin' closer, goin' faster than a roller coaster. Love like yours will surely come my way, (hey, hey, hey)," Gabriel and Beelzebub sang lightly together while holding hands a disappeared away to Alpha Centauri, taking Crowley's suggestion. Aziraphale suddenly remembered how Crowley invited him to go off with him to that very planet when the apocalypse seemed inevitable. And how he rejected him, because he was scared of his own feelings...
When they snapped out of the initial shock, both sides, heaven and hell, went back to their respective headquarters to deal with situation and Nina and Maggie to their shops, leaving Aziraphale and Crowley all alone.
Aziraphale suddenly started pacing around the room, then stopped and looked at Crowley, who seemed to be in deep thoughts as well. "Crowley," he started and the demon looked up snapping out of his own thought. "Yes?" he replied looking at Aziraphale quizzingly.
"I, um...," the angel started and stammered a bit. "We've, uh, known each other for a long time, yes?" he tried to pull himself together and continue. "Yes. For over 6,000 years," the demon nodded, confused by where this was going.
"We've always made a good team, the two us," he added. "We've been a good pair. Through all those centuries we've been there for each other. Ever since the beginning, ever since the Nebula," Aziraphale continued and suddenly stopped. The demon raised his eyebrows from under his black sunglasses. Oh, no, did he go too far?
The creation of Nebula was their first interaction. It was the first time they've met. And Aziraphale was positively smitten by Crowley even then. He knew he was special from that very first moment, but only realized now. Or rather, admitted it to himself now.
"You remember...," Crowley then gasped, his eyebrows still wildly raised. "Of course I remember. I remember everything," the angel smiled softly, encouraged by this reaction.
"I mean, if Gabriel and Beelzebub can –," Aziraphale continued and Crowley took an eager step towards him. "Yes?" the demon asked. "Why couldn't we as well?" Aziraphale finished with a gasped a felt a huge weight being lifted off of his chest. It was finally out. Well, sort of.
The demon seemed to be stumped. He started pacing around the room. "Crowley," the angel took a deep breath and the demon stopped and looked up quizzically.
"All I'm trying to say is...," Aziraphale started but was cut off by Crowley who was suddenly right in front of him without his glasses, his snake-like mustard yellow eyes staring into Aziraphale's soul. "I know," Crowley said. "Me too, angel," he then added with a soft smile that Aziraphale saw for the first time on his face and leaned forward.
Their lips touched. It felt like a thousand little explosion went off at the same time. Aziraphale put his arms around the demon, embracing him fully. Crowley embraced him back, gently pulling their bodies closer. They kissed with a passion, letting out all the feelings they've been suppressing for over 6,000 years.
Even after they've finished kissing, they didn't let go off of each other, enjoying the moment fully. They stood there, in the middle of their bookshop, holding hands. Aziraphale was smiling madly, Crowley's eyes were melting into his. "I love you, angel," Crowley whispered. "I love you too, Crowley," Aziraphale whispered softly back and squished his hands reassuring himself this moment was, indeed, real.
And somewhere in the distance a nightingale sang.
Ooff, as I've said, it's been a while since I've written a fanfic, but the Reddit post was such an inspiration that I simply had to. I also needed something like this after that dreadful finale of season 2 (as we all did, I think). Feel free to leave your thoughts. And maybe some possible ideas for a part 2?