I Give In. (Crowley × Aziraphale)

snake |part 1|

Magic tricks, huh?... I do need a miracle.

"Hey angel!" Said the already wobbling demon... Who visibly had too much to drink as he entered Aziraphale's bookshop with a bell being heard.

Aziraphale's head turns and he smiles faintly.
"Oh, hello Crowley, do you need something?" He tries his best to ignore his dear friend's current, very drunk looking appearance. Its kinda of silly, hes all clumsy.

"Oh well... Uhm, I was just passing by and I thought um.. I wanted to see some of your magic tricks." The demon sighs after saying that, he didnt come for any tricks. But got scared and so his mouth just let out the first thing that came to mind.

"Is that so?" The blue eyed angel smiles and naively nods. "I can definitely show you some tricks! Just wait here. Maybe sit down, I'll be back in a couple minutes."
He runs off, to get his stuff, but while taking all he needs ,he zones out.
The first thing on Crowley's drunk mind, when he didnt have anything to do, was to come to me... To see my tricks. Aziraphale suddently reconnects with earth and a blush covers his face. On his way back to Crowley he tries his best to find a way to make it less sweet for himself.
Like: Maybe hes so drunk he forgot where he was going and stumbled upon my shop.
Or:
Hes so drunk this is the only place he remembers. So it makes sense he came here.
His daydreaming... Or well night-dreaming? Is interrupted by the fellow demon sitting on the couch.

"What took you so long, I couldve fallen asleep in such a long time." Crowley said trying his hardest to be dissatisfied. But just seeing the angel makes his heart skip a beat.

"My apologies, Crowley. I got carried away by my thoughts." Aziraphale sets his stuff on the table and starts going through it right away.

"What were you thinking about?"
"... Nothing important." Azi looks to the ground before shaking it off and taking the first victim to his 'magic tricks' into his hands happily.

"Thats not even how you're supposed to do it, angel."
"Yes it is! I'm the magician, keep your mouth closed please."
"Fucking hell, you might be the magician but you're also the one holding the wand upside down. So when those fake flowers come out they'll be shot to the ground, not upwards."

Aziraphale turns his wand around with a frown and carries on, along with Crowley's giggles.

"My satan! Angel you're doing it wrong again. Hand it over."
"No! I wont hand anything over to you."
"Why don't you just do a miracle of some sort... Or idk just magic, you're literally an angel."
"Why should I waste my magic like this? And anyways I can do magic tricks without my miracles."
"You are the definition of no fun."

At that Aziraphale stares at the ground yet again and thinks... He doesnt want to bore Crowley.

"Fine."
"What?"
"Fine. I'll do a miracle."
Crowley smirks softly, surprised, in a good way tho.

"What should I do tho?"
"Like... I don't know, something small but interesting."
Aziraphale thinks for a few seconds and then snaps his fingers.
(I don't feel like desricibing the whole miracle process sorry)

Crowley looks around slowly and then back to the smaller fella.
"So... What did you do?"

Aziraphale smiles proudly.
"Do you remember the poor man always sitting by the bridge?"
"... The one always feeding the ducks? Yea, why?"
"I put 10 dollars in each of his pocket."
"Oh angel, you're just too good for this world." Crowley laughs.
He doesnt even know whats good for those ducks... Frozen peas. He should know better.
Crowley says to his consciousness.

Aziraphale's smile fades and he sits down next to Crowley.
"Well I am an angel after all."
Aziraphale stares at the wall.
Crowley stares at Aziraphale.