"Right, right." Crowley placed his phone to his ear. "What do I say?" He yawned.

Aziraphale half hovered over the semi awake Crowley and he did feel bad for waking his partner at seven a.m., but it was the exact time the caterer opened its business for the day. He was grateful Cassi had taught him all about electronic mail, yes it was against his will, but, apparently, that was how some people, and businesses communicated these days.

Aziraphale took the phone back from Crowley and tried to go back to the email tab. "They telegrammed regarding the little chocolate covered delight Cassi wants, apparently they are able to include them, but we have to respond by today." Aziraphale pointed to the email. "We can-"

"Hello?" The other voice on the phone picked up.

"Oh, here, here, here." Aziraphale shoved the phone back into Crowley's hand and gestured for him to answer.

"Yea, hi, um…" Crowley's voice was hoarse as he sat up in bed and scratched the back of his head, still not understanding exactly what his partner wanted him to do.

Aziraphale scoffed and whispered, "Chocolate candy. Reception. Yes."

"Hello?" The person on the other line repeated.

Crowley shook his sleep away. "Yea, sorry. Um, this is Anthony Crowley and, erm…" he placed the phone on speaker and looked at the screen trying to read the email Aziraphale kept pointing at (he was basically tapping the phone excessively), "I'm calling regarding the Crowley-Fell wedding…um…my partner said something about candy?"

Aziraphale knelt on the bed, encouraging Crowley to handle the conversation. Afterwards, after everything was in order, Crowley wondered one thing, "Why couldn't you handle it? You said to not touch anything wedding and to just worry about showing up."

Aziraphale leaned forward and pecked the demon's lips. "Thank you, dearest and well, every time I chat with them, I end up adding more food. Everything suggested sounds appetizing." He kissed him once more and rolled to his side of the bed where he proceeded to sit up and go over his wedding journal.

Crowley laid on his side and perched his head on his hand. "Wh-why can't we miracle the things we need and want for the wedding instead of, you know," he sniffed, "going about it the human way."

"I've told you before, it's my only wedding and I want to do it the earthly way."

Crowley opened his mouth, closed it, and opened it again. "I thought it's our wedding?"

Aziraphale noted something in his journal. "It is."

"You said 'my only wedding.'"

"Oh, did I?" He gave a sheepish smile. "Of course I meant our."

Crowley grinned and scooted closer to the angel. "No, you didn't."

The angel blushed, placed his journal on the side table and laid back down on his side, facing the demon. They were silent for a couple of minutes, making silly and odd expressions towards each other, even mouthing words like bastard and serpent and some obscene words as well. After a while, Crowley extended his arm to cup Aziraphale's cheek when the angel's eyes began to gloss. "Why the tears?"

Aziraphale exhaled with a sharp breath and scooted closer to his partner. They were so close that they could feel each other's breath. "You said the Crowley-Fell wedding."

Crowley furrowed his brow and wrapped an arm around the angel's waist, pulling him close. "Er, should I have said something else?"

Aziraphale shook his head and sighed contently. "No, no. I didn't say that it's just," he bore eyes of devotion, "after six thousand years I can finally call you mine."

Crowley's expression softened. "I was always yours, all you needed to do was ask." He gently stroked Aziraphale's bottom lip with his finger. A minute later he laid on his back, covered his eyes with his arm and laughed loudly.

"What?" Aziraphale raised his brow.

Crowley subsided his laughter and looked straight at Aziraphale. "In six days you'll officially be stuck with me." He sat up with an amused smile. "Forever and ever…and ever."

Aziraphale sat up and chuckled. "Oh, good lord." He feigned annoyance. "Maybe I should reconsider."

Crowley leaned forward and kissed Aziraphale, pushing him back onto the bed. "You should. I can be very, very,-" he kissed the angel some more, one hand beginning to unbutton the angel's tartan pajamas, "- exceedingly naughty." He said with a wink and a wide grin.

With his lips still on Crowley, Aziraphale guided the demon's hand away and placed it on his heart. Crowley's hand snaked its way back onto the buttons only for it to be slapped away gertly. "After the wedding."

Crowley stammered, a baffled expression on his face. "Ngk…yo-you were serious about that?"

"Earthly wedding, earthly traditions." He played with Crowley's red ends.

"Wha-," he grunted, "tha-that's n-n-not…why?" He whined. "Next thing I know you'll say we can't see each other for twenty four hours before the wedding."

Aziraphale gave him a guilty smile.

"Tell me you're joking?"

"We can still, erm, be like this if you like but no, um, shaking the sheets…no doing the horizontal refreshment, no biting the crumpet, no rum-"

Crowley palmed his partner's face. "Ugh, please stop talking." He exhaled sharply. "What am I supposed to do for six days then?"

"Well," he removed Crowley's hand from his face, "what did you do before we had sex?"

Without skipping a beat, Crowley replied in earnest, "I would wank to the image of us having sex! Sometimes at the bookshop when you were upstairs, especially when you would annoy me. One time I did it while on the phone with you."

Aziraphale gasped.

"Ngk, do-don't give me that-that holier than thou look 'cause you admitted you wanked to me too. I bet you've been doing it for more than you would care to ever admit."

"You're making it quite difficult not to fuck you right now, you naughty thing."

Crowley smirked and fully laid his body over the angel. "Don't torture yourself, angel." He sat up, straddled Aziraphale and looked down at him. "Come on, fuck me." He tempted as he jerked his hips forward, causing friction between the two hard cocks. "Fill my hole with your warm cum."

Before Aziraphale could even think of answering Crowley, the duo turned to look at their bedroom door as it opened. "Knock, knock." Gabriel smiled as he entered. "See, did as you asked."

"We didn't say come in." Crowley gritted his teeth.

Gabriel ignored the hostile demon and walked to the side of the bed. "Are you dusting again?"

"What?! No!" Aziraphale shook his head, sat up, basically tossing Crowley to his side of the bed, and placed a pillow over his lower half.

"I fucking wish." Crowley mumbled.

"What do you want?" Aziraphale's tone was as annoyed as Crowley's.

Gabriel clapped his hands and pointed to the window. "Oh, so, ahem, your daughter…

"What about her?" They questioned with worry.

"Yes, so, she's-" Gabriel pointed to the ceiling and drew circles, "-flying, well more like hovering." He chuckled. "You're welcome."

2 hours prior

Cassi's breath was visible as she fiddled with her telescope. She looked up to her parents' bedroom window where she could see a faint light indicating her papa was reading or, being only six days away, looking over wedding details, and her dad, of course, would be dead to the world. Meanwhile, she would still be struggling to place her telescope on the snowy ground, and it wasn't until a cement platform formed underneath it that the silly thing would stay still. "Oh," she turned around, "thanks."

Gabriel's steps crunched through the snow. "You know you can do that too, right?"

"What? Perform miracles?" Cassi calibrated her telescope into the right angle. "I'm not allowed." She looked up into the starry sky.

Gabriel went to stand next to her and followed her gaze up. "Why not?" His breath displayed in front of him.

"Um, hmm, honestly, I'm not quite sure." She turned her attention back to her telescope. "There's a meteor shower tonight." She smiled and looked through the eyepiece.

Gabriel turned as he sensed Beelzebub joining them. "Meteors used to be angels zooming around the galaxy and falling stars were and are angels being cast down to hell."

Cassi froze for a second trying to process the new information. "So," she sniffed, "my dad was a star?"

"More like a brick falling down from a high altitude." Beelzebub joked.

"Should you not be partaking in the sleeping activity?" Gabriel looked up towards the dim lit window. "Your parents seem to enjoy it."

Cassi tapped her telescope and pointed up. "Meteor shower this morning and I don't want to miss it. I enjoy watching, hmm, the angels zoom around." She chuckled softly.

Gabriel and Beelzebub smiled at each other as they took in Cassi's, in their opinion, adorable personality. For them she was like an innocent little angel/demon who had been recently created and was so new to the world, or in their minds, new to what it meant being, well, not human. She had been, after all, made aware that she was not a human with odd powers but a different species at that. Beelzebub had reminded Gabriel of how Cassi was the youngest demon to exist and furthermore, the youngest angel as well. It was adorable to see someone like them act so human for the most part.

"Heaven knows of your existence, as does hell," Gabriel said, "you're allowed to do miracles."

"Please, say that again when my parents are present." She sighed.

Gabriel cleared his throat and with that, Beelzebub placed their hand on his arm, shaking their head. "Cassiopeia, what do you know about angels?" He gestured to his partner, telling them it was alright.

Cassi pondered for a second. "Dad said they are all brainwashed, arrogant bastards."

"Brain-brainwashed?"

"Sounds about right." Beelzebub laughed.

Gabriel ignored the comment and continued. "Um, no. I was more leaning towards to all of us having wings. Even the fallen have them, not as kept as ours but, pfft, you know."

"Ngk, not really." She shrugged. "I've never seen angel wings before, only on the telly."

Beelzebub cocked their head to the side. "What? Your fathers haven't shown you theirs?"

"Not really, no."

Gabriel closed his hands into fist and shook them. "Grr, no wonder yours haven't bloomed yet. You need to be inspired!"

Cassi gave Gabriel a puzzled expression. "I'm not-not entirely sure exactly what you mean."

"Did your parents not disclose to you the information I gave them about your kind?"

Cassi shook her head.

"You have a halo and wings. Like so." Gabriel, with a proud smile, let his pristine wings be on display.

"What the fuck!" Cassi widened her eyes and took a step back.

Noticing Cassi's expression, Beelzebub nudged their partner. "Yea, alright, put those away. You're scaring the poor girl."

"Nonono…not…I'm not…oh, my gosh!" Her galaxy eyes were mesmerized by what they were witnessing. Angel wings! Actual angel wings and they were nothing like she had seen on the telly. "Are-are those real?!"

"Um, yea? What do you mean? Do you not see them? I'm literally in front of you."

Cassi's mouth was wide open, still trying to process what the hell she was looking at and wait, did he suggest she had those as well? She had wings? It had been a thought pondered by her parents and herself, of course, but to actually know for a fact she had wings, wings like the ones in front of her! "H-h-how do you do that?"

"Gabriel, maybe we should ask," Beelzebub gestured their chin to the window, "before you start teaching their daughter how to do angel things."

"Nonsense." He chuckled. "They'll thank me, trust me and I am Cassiopeia's parent-non-parent. It is my duty to show her these things. Now," his wings went back into him, "think…wings."

Currently

The nephalem held on tight to one of nearby trees and no matter how many times Beezebulb reassured her that she would be fine, Cassi refused to let go.

"Well?" Gabriel asked as he stood next to his partner and looked up into the sky.

Beelzebub crossed their arms and sighed. "Maybe she's afraid of heights?"

"What the fuck!" Crowley growled when he noticed his daughter hovering a few hundred feet above the ground.

Aziraphale gasped and placed his arm on Crowley's own. "Oh, my gosh!" He licked his lips and gave out a small puff of air. "Crowley, they're…"

"Look at them, they're gorgeous." The demon continued when he finally noticed his daughter's wings on display.

If someone were to ask a person what color angel wings were, they would most likely reply with white. If they were to ask for the color of demon wings, the possibility of the answer being black would hit a high percentage. Now, if they were to ask a person to combine an angel with a demon and what color of wings would that entity have, the person would most probably shrug in confusion. However, it would also depend on what thoughts the angel and demon had when creating such a creature and for the ineffable parents, their shades of grey were always a topic of conversation. Just how their daughter was the result of everything them, her wings also represented their blurred edges. Cassi's wings had an ombre effect on them with two tones of grey; light grey that blended perfectly with a darker tone. Her wings, from their perspective, were as big as her parents' with the top feathers looking more kept than the ones on the bottom.

Meanwhile, Cassi had her eyes closed as she let out a panic sobbed.

"Wha-what's happening?" Aziraphale asked.

Beelzebub slapped Gabriel's chest, making him confess the true reason why he went inside and called for them. "She can't get down." The parents glanced at Gabriel, searching for more than what he had given them. "She doesn't know how to control them properly and so-"

"She's scared she's going to go through the atmosphere." Beelzebub informed. "Mainly because he kept joking that she would and will end up near the sun."

Crowley growled and exposed his own black wings. "Fucking idiot." He stated before ascending to the sky.

Aziraphale shook his head disapprovingly and mentally agreed with his partner before letting his own wings out to follow.

Cassi squealed as she felt a pair of hands on her waist. "Let go of the branch, Cassi." Crowley encouraged.

Cassi, eyes still closed, shook her head, refusing to move an inch.

Aziraphale floated behind her and placed his hand on hers. "Darling, you're alright. Dad's not going to let go and neither will I."

Cassi could feel her heartbeat in her ears as she gulped her sob away. "Do-don't let go." Her voice trembled as she slowly released the branch. She squealed when she could no longer feel anything in her hand.

Aziraphale guided Cassi's hand to Crowley's neck, making the nephalem wrap her arms around her father's shoulders and proceeded to open her eyes slightly but when she noticed the snowy ground below her looking miles away, she practically choked her father. "Gabriel is a fucking idiot." Crowley commented as Cassi hid her face in the crook of his neck.

"Awe, darling girl, you're alright." Aziraphale soothed his trembling daughter as best as he could.

"Down." Cassi wiggled her dangling feet. "Down. Down. Down."

"Yea, alright." Crowley began to descend. "Yea! You better fucking run!" He exclaimed as he noticed Beelzebub pull Gabriel into the house. "I swear, angel, if you don't kick him out."

"There we are," the angel smiled as they stepped on the snow, "nice and steady."

Cassi refused to let her father go. "I'll float away."

"Quite impossible, darling. You're not a balloon."

Cassi's breath shivered and slowly but surely, she loosened her grip around her dad. "He failed to mention I would float up."

"Well," Crowley shrugged, "your wings are massive compared to your body. Gravity, you know, pfft."

"Yes, I do believe your wings are slightly bigger than ours, if only by a smidge." The angel smiled as he gently petted her wings. "Dearest, these feel like yours." His smile widened. "How extraordinary."