can't live without you so I'll make someone else like you
In the quiet days following the apocalyptic fiasco that had left Heaven and Earth in disarray, Aziraphale had been summoned to the highest realms of Heaven. His unparalleled efforts during the trials had not gone unnoticed, and he was bestowed with the prestigious title of Supreme Archangel. The promotion came with grand responsibilities, including overseeing the reconstruction of Heaven and leading the celestial choir in a harmonious resurgence.
As Aziraphale ascended to his new role, he felt a mixture of honor, trepidation, and a tinge of sadness. He had to leave behind the world he had come to adore, along with his dearest friend and unlikely ally, Crowley. Crowley, the demon who had gradually become much more than an acquaintance, was also grappling with a sense of loss. The angel's departure left an undeniable void in his existence.
Weeks turned into months, and while Aziraphale busied himself in his celestial duties, he couldn't help but think about Crowley. He missed their witty banter, the shared dinners, and the peculiar companionship they had forged. And so, one fateful night, Crowley, in his typically cunning and unconventional manner, concocted a plan to fill the emptiness that seemed to gnaw at him.
In a forgotten corner of the ethereal realm, Crowley found himself standing before a celestial being – an angel of radiant beauty and grace. This angel, named Seraphiel, had a reputation for her ethereal singing that resonated even beyond the celestial spheres. With a snap of his fingers and a convincingly deceptive story, Crowley managed to whisk Seraphiel away from her heavenly abode and into the realm of Earth.
Crowley's plan, while daring and impulsive, had an underlying motive. He hoped that by bringing Seraphiel into his life, he could fill the void left by Aziraphale's absence. Seraphiel, unaware of the demon's true intentions, was initially puzzled and uncertain. Yet, as days turned into weeks, she began to acclimate to the strange beauty of Earth and, to her surprise, the peculiar demon who had brought her here.
Back in Heaven, Aziraphale had been adjusting to his role as the Supreme Archangel. The heavenly duties were demanding, and the weight of responsibility often left him fatigued. But amid the divine responsibilities, he couldn't help but wonder about Crowley and the life he had left behind on Earth. He missed their camaraderie more than he could have anticipated.
Months passed, and the celestial spheres were once again in alignment. Aziraphale seized the opportunity to visit Earth, hoping to catch a glimpse of his old friend. As he descended to the human realm, he was met with a sight that sent shockwaves through his being. There, standing beside Crowley, was Seraphiel – an angel of unimaginable beauty and purity. Aziraphale's heart sank as he realized what had transpired in his absence.
The initial shock gave way to a complex torrent of emotions – sadness, confusion, and a surprising twinge of understanding. He approached Crowley, who looked both guilty and hopeful, and the two beings exchanged a glance laden with history, unspoken words, and a connection that transcended their celestial origins.
With a heavy sigh, Aziraphale addressed Crowley, "You've been lonely, haven't you?"
Crowley's golden eyes met Aziraphale's, and the weight of the world seemed to rest in that moment. "Yes," he admitted, his voice a mixture of vulnerability and remorse.
Aziraphale looked at Seraphiel, who seemed equally lost in this strange human world. And then, turning his gaze back to Crowley, he offered a small smile. "I understand."
In the days that followed, Aziraphale and Crowley navigated the intricate dynamics of their unusual trio. Seraphiel slowly adjusted to the Earth and its peculiarities, while Aziraphale and Crowley found a way to include her in their shared moments. The initial discomfort gradually gave way to a sense of companionship, understanding, and an unexpected kind of harmony.
Aziraphale may not have been able to replace the void that Crowley had been feeling, but he recognized the depth of their friendship and the complexities of emotion that bound them. As for Crowley, he learned that even in the most unexpected circumstances, the bonds of friendship could withstand the tests of time and existence, and that loneliness could be alleviated through connection and understanding.
...
Beach Day Delight
Crowley and Aziraphale had found themselves in an unusually peaceful period on Earth. Armageddon had been averted, and they finally had some well-deserved time to themselves. As the summer sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, an idea formed in Aziraphale's mind. He turned to Crowley with a twinkle in his eye.
"Crowley, my dear friend, I have a rather delightful suggestion for us," Aziraphale said, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.
Crowley raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? Do tell, angel."
"Well," Aziraphale began, "I was thinking that perhaps we could spend a day at the beach. You know, soak up some sun, feel the sand between our toes, and enjoy the gentle caress of the waves."
Crowley looked at Aziraphale skeptically, as if he were trying to ascertain whether this was some kind of elaborate prank. "You want us, ethereal beings, to go to a human beach? Isn't that a bit... ordinary?"
Aziraphale chuckled. "Exactly! After all the extraordinary events we've been through, perhaps a bit of ordinary is just what we need. Plus, I hear there's a rather charming ice cream shop nearby that serves the most heavenly flavors."
Crowley raised an eyebrow. "Ice cream? Well, I suppose I could be convinced."
And so, armed with sunscreen and a picnic basket filled with assorted treats, the unlikely duo set off for the beach. Aziraphale had done his research and chosen a beach that was relatively quiet, away from the bustling crowds. They arrived and spread out a comfortable blanket on the golden sand.
Crowley, of course, had opted for his usual attire of black, but Aziraphale had surprised him by showing up in a pair of tailored khaki shorts and a light blue button-down shirt. The angel had even managed to find a straw hat that matched his ensemble.
As they settled in, Aziraphale took off his shoes and socks, letting his toes sink into the soft sand. "Oh, Crowley, you simply must try this. It's positively divine."
Crowley gave him an amused look but decided to humor him. He kicked off his shoes and cautiously let his feet touch the sand. To his surprise, he found himself enjoying the sensation. "Well, I'll be damned. You might be onto something here, angel."
They spent the day lounging by the water's edge, watching the waves roll in and out. Aziraphale had brought a book, while Crowley reclined with his sunglasses on, pretending not to care about the human activity around them.
Eventually, hunger struck, and they delved into the picnic basket. They enjoyed a spread of finger sandwiches, fresh fruit, and, of course, heavenly ice cream that melted just the right way in the warmth of the sun.
As the day drew to a close and the sky painted itself with shades of pink and purple, Crowley found himself surprisingly content. He glanced over at Aziraphale, who was staring out at the horizon with a peaceful expression.
"You were right, angel," Crowley admitted. "This... ordinary day has been rather nice."
Aziraphale turned to him, a gentle smile on his lips. "Sometimes, Crowley, it's the simplest things that bring the most joy."
And so, as the stars emerged in the velvety sky, Crowley and Aziraphale packed up their belongings, leaving behind nothing but the traces of their footprints in the sand. As they made their way back, they carried with them the memory of a day well-spent, a day when they embraced the ordinary and found something extraordinary in it.
...
Angel eats a cake it has a good think about his demon boyfriend
Aziraphale sat in his quaint bookshop, the bell above the door chiming occasionally as customers came and went. A delicate slice of rich, velvety chocolate cake rested on a plate before him, a temptation too delightful to resist. The aroma of cocoa and sugar filled the air, making it nearly impossible for him to concentrate on the ancient tome open in front of him.
With a wistful smile, he picked up the fork, its silver tines glinting in the soft glow of the shop's lamplight. The cake was a masterpiece – moist and decadent, topped with a generous layer of smooth ganache. He took a small bite, savoring the explosion of flavors that danced on his palate. The world seemed to fade away as the sweetness enveloped his senses.
As he continued to indulge in the cake, his thoughts inevitably turned to Crowley, his dear, enigmatic boyfriend. Aziraphale couldn't help but smile as he remembered their countless adventures together. Their partnership had always been a peculiar one, an angel and a demon working together in a world that was rapidly changing.
Crowley had an uncanny ability to navigate the modern world effortlessly, always a step ahead of the latest trends and technologies. Aziraphale, on the other hand, found himself more at home in the dusty pages of his beloved books and the traditional charm of his antique shop. They were opposites in many ways, yet somehow, they found a harmonious balance in each other's company.
Aziraphale's smile grew as he recalled their recent outing to a trendy café that had just opened in Soho. Crowley had been intrigued by the café's unique blend of aesthetics – part steampunk, part minimalist – and Aziraphale had found himself surprisingly enamored with the artisanal pastries they served. Crowley had playfully teased him about his newfound love for macarons, and in return, Aziraphale had challenged him to a friendly debate on the merits of classic literature versus modern fiction.
Lost in thought, Aziraphale took another bite of cake. The rich sweetness was a comforting reminder of the joy he found in the simple pleasures of life. He wondered what Crowley was up to at that moment – perhaps lounging on his sleek black sofa, sipping a glass of fine wine, or driving his sleek Bentley through the bustling streets of London. No matter where he was, Aziraphale knew that Crowley was always with him in spirit.
With a contented sigh, Aziraphale pushed the plate aside, his hunger sated for now. He picked up his phone and sent a text to Crowley, a simple message that conveyed all he felt: "Thinking of you, my dear. Enjoying a slice of cake and remembering our adventures. - A."
As he set the phone down and gazed out of the window, the bookshop seemed warmer, cozier – a sanctuary filled not just with ancient tomes, but with memories of laughter, debates, and stolen moments. And through it all, the bond between an angel and a demon continued to grow, defying the odds and proving that love could transcend even the most celestial of differences.
