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One would generally assume that Crowley, being a demon, would naturally hate Christmas. He did, but not because of his infernal nature. Rather, it was all the reminders of an old friend that he had to watch die for the plans of the one who punished him for asking too many questions. Crowley had known Joshua would die, so he'd shown him all the kingdoms of the world. They were close friends, which made his death all the more painful.
As Crowley walked up to the entrance of A.Z. Fell and Co. Antiquarian and Unusual Books, he saw that his heavenly counterpart, Aziraphale, had already put up truckloads of Christmas decorations.
"Crowley, dear, glad you could make it. Come in, I'll pour us a glass of a good Chateauneuf-de-Pape." Aziraphale. Heaven's representative on Earth, and Crowley's enemy. Though, an enemy for 6000 years now that had been through the almost-Armageddon with him, which made him a sort-of friend. Well, at this point it wasn't sort-of at all. They were definitely friends, and while there was plenty of unsaid words between them, neither would make any move so as not to disrupt the delicate balance they currently have.
"Oh, do take those glasses off. You don't need to hide your eyes around me, you know. I don't understand why you always insist on wearing them everywhere. Should I make you some cocoa as well? It must have been dreadfully cold out there," Aziraphale commented.
"Ngk," replied Crowley. Someone, he was definitely way off the deep end. Crowley knew Aziraphale loved him, but in the way that angels love everything. It's in their nature as beings of love (not that he deserved it as a demon not that Aziraphale was much of a standard angel).
"Imagine being Mary, and His Supreme Smugness the Archangel Fucking Gabriel delivers the news to you. Personally, I'd rather down a glass of holy water." Aziraphale turned to Crowley with a feigned look of offence.
"As... insufferable as he may be, Gabriel is still the Supreme Archangel and we should not mock him openly!"
Crowley rolled his eyes (more his head, as with his sunglasses still on it was hard to see his eyes), gestured to himself and retorted, "Hello. Demon. Kinda my thing."
"Fiend," commented Aziraphale. Crowley removed his glasses and winked. A brief silence followed, filled only by the sounds of the cocoa and muffled traffic nearby.
"Crowley, I've been meaning to ask you about something. Do you mind if I do so now?" Crowley set down his wine glass and looked up.
"Sure, Angel. What is it?" Aziraphale fidgeted with his waistcoat nervously.
"Recently--Well, a while back as well but more after the almost-apocalypse, I've noticed something about you. Now forgive me if this is too much of a logical jump, but do you- Do you... love me, Crowley?"
If Crowley needed to breathe, he would've just choked on air.
"I'm so sorry, that was terribly insensitive of me, wasn't it. Oh, just forget about it. I'm just being an old fool-" Aziraphale's rambling was cut off by Crowley.
"No, Angel, I- yeah. I do love you. I've been in love with you since Eden. It's fine if you don't as well. After all, I'm a demon and you're, well, an angel. Unforgivable, I am."
"Oh, Crowley, don't you say that. No matter how much you deny it, you really are quite nice. You have been on my- our side since the beginning. I care so much about you, my dear. I have loved you for ages, and known since you saved my books from that fire. You always stay by my side and I wouldn't have it any other way."
Crowley's serpentine eyes were locked on Aziraphale's face. He must be dreaming, right? There's no way his- the angel just said that. It's too good to be true. But, this feels too real not to be. "I- ngh, I would really like that too, Angel. To, you know, stay with you. If that'd be okay," Crowley said nervously.
"Of course it is, you foolish old serpent."