- this is gay as fuck
- the characters don't belong to me
- Please point out grammar mistakes (English isn't my first language)
- Warnings will be at the top of each chapter
- might hint at Gabriel X Beelzebub here and there
-fluff, smut, angst
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Aziraphale was currently standing in front of his mirror, as his personal assistant Gabriel fixed his bowtie. "Why exactly am I going to this ball again?", he sighed annoyed. "You've been invited by the queen herself, Sir." Mister Fell was a well known businessman around London and had been asked to come to a Masquerade Ball and normally he'd said no, only the masquerade convincing him to go. He was a public figure, which caused him to have very possesive friends that acted like it was fine to follow him to his own house. Of course the free alcohol at the ball was another bonus. The blonde looked at himself in the mirror. He wore a beige suit with a black bowtie, his mask was simple yet elegant.
Not much later, Aziraphale stepped out of the car, his assistant following him. The ball was crowded and loud, but not unbearable. It got a lot more bareable when he spotted a beautiful women across the hall. Her ginger hair was loosely bouncing around as she danced, her hips swaying seductively to the music. Her dress was long and black, matching her black lipstick and mask. With quick steps the buisnessman made his way over to the gorgeous stranger. "Someone as gorgeous as you, shouldn't be alone around here, dont't you think, Miss?", he said, tapping the other one's shoulder carefully. This person turned around and Mister Fell was taken back. He was looking into a mans handsome face, jawline and cheekbones strong, eyes shining dangerously from behind the mask. "It's sir, actually.", the stranger smirked. He was suprised for sure, but Aziraphale was interested non the less. "Excuse the assumption then, dear. Would you care to dance?", the blonde offered, holding out his hand in a gentle-man-like way. "I would love to, Mister Fell.", the other one answered with a sly smirk on his face, before taking his hand. Now up close, Azi noticed that the other one was taller. "I'm not good with undercover then, huh?", he questioned, leading the mysterious man to the dance floor. "Not really. Your iconic bow tie will always reveal you", the ginger man chuckled before adding "My name is Anthony. But I prefer Crowley" Aziraphale put his hand on the other mans hip and began swaying and stepping to the rythem of the music. They danced for what felt like hours, chatting and laughing.
