"You look beautiful in the moonlight, my dear,"
Crowley blushed, and ran a hand through his hair,
"Th- thanks,"
He still wasn't used to pet names, despite his (hardly) cool exterior, he was very easily flustered, and was very bad at hiding it.
"Ngk, y-you look really cute too"
"Aw, thank you, love"
Aziraphale knew Crowley was easily flustered, and absolutely loved trying to make him embarrassed, however he wasn't much better, as just his hand touching Crowley's was enough to turn him pink, but he was slightly better at hiding it.
Crowley rested his head on the angel's shoulder, and muttered, sleepily, "I love you"
Aziraphale kissed his forehead, "I love you too sweetheart."
They sat there for a while, looking at the stars together, until Crowley pointed at a star, and muttered, "I made that one y'know"
"What?
Don't be ridiculous dear, the only the highest ranking angels made the stars, like Gabriel, and Micheal and.. Raphael."
"Yeah, I know,
Do you remember what happened to Raphael?"
"Of course, he was killed, not sure how though."
Crowley's face fell, "that's what they told you?"
"Yes, he died, didn't he?"
"Do you- do you remember what he looked like?"
"Yes of course! He had- he-" Aziraphale's voice trailed off as he tried to think,
"wh- why can't I remember? Why can't I remember! I can't have forgot him! I loved-
I loved him!"
He covered his mouth with his hands, as his eyes widened, and tears fell from them.
"Angel, it's ok, trust me" he put a hand on the crying angel's shoulder, "look at me,
angels can manipulate memories, I would know, or you would remember me from heaven"
"I- I would what?"
"I was Raphael,
I helped make the stars. I was the perfect angel, until I met you. I couldn't focus on my work, and when I finally started to talk to you, I was so happy to find out that you felt the same way.
And we were happy together, we spent all of our time with each other.
But then I started asking questions.
Why did I have to make stars?
Why can't I just be with him?
Why am I not allowed to be in love?
I was getting worse and worse at my job until eventually, I fell, and everyone's memory of me was wiped, but they couldn't wipe yours fully, you had too many memories of me, so they made you think I died,
so you wouldn't ask.
To keep you quiet."
Aziraphale sat there in bewildered silence, and he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the thin demon and cried into his chest, Crowley hugged him back as tight as he could.
A few minutes passed, and Crowley finally piped up, "As much as I am enjoying this, it's getting cold, we should go back to the bookshop."
So they got in the Bentley and started driving back, all while singing along to Queen.
~~
"So, I guess I'll see you again soon,"
Crowley said, looking quite dejected.
Aziraphale pouted and looked up at him, "aw, do- do you have to go?"
Crowley looked at the adorable angel as the tips of his pointed ears turned pink, "I mean- I guess not."
"So, can you stay?" Aziraphale grabbed Crowley's hand, causing his blush to deepen.
"Ngk, uh- sure"
"Yay! I'll go make some tea!" Aziraphale smiled widely as he led his boyfriend inside.
~~
Crowley sat down on the familiar sofa and leaned back, letting out a heavy sigh as he watched the angelic man make tea, and wondered what he did to deserve him.
He was a demon.
And Aziraphale was an angel.
By all logic, this shouldn't be happening.
But it was.
And Crowley felt like the luckiest demon alive.
