Feral

part 1

Aziraphale was in St. James park sitting on the very bench that he and his love, Crowley have sat on countless times. It was their meeting spot, where they use to sneak around and hide from the prying eyes of the archangels and demons, just so that they could spend time together. But now that both sides have agreed to leave them alone, they could meet up together anytime they pleased. And what better day to meet up than their-?

“Happy anniversary, Angel.”

“Oh!” The angel jumped, turning around to see Crowly standing right behind him, holding a small box that was nicely wrapped in grey wrapping paper, a tan bow placed neatly on top. “You startled me.” Azira sighed before looking at the box. “What’s this?”

“It’s for you,” Crowley whispered as he walked around the bench pointing at it as he whispered. “It’s chocolates.”

“That’s very sweet of you dear. But you do not need to spoil me with-.”

“Oh shut up. I’m always gonna spoil you.” Crowley interrupted as he sat down opening the box, revealing the chocolates. “Its aphrodite chocolates,” he said in a sing-song voice, waving the chocolates around him, trying to tempt him, which was working.

“Can argue with that.” Azira chuckled lightly as he took a piece taking a bite from it, sighing contentment. “It’s like-.”

“Heaven?” Crowley questioned as he leaned back on the bench, fixing his glasses.

“Better than that.” the angel smiled, receiving a smirk from the demon, who was watching him fondly. “Now!” Azira piped clapping his hands together. “It’s my turn to spoil you.” he grinned as he reached for a black bag from the other side of the bench. He then turned back to Crowley who took one look at the bag, about to protest. “Now before you say no or that you don’t need a gift, at least open it.”

Crowley looked like he was about to protest again but the excitement in Azira’s eyes just caused him to sigh as he took the bag from him. He stared at it hesitantly. The demon wasn’t used to… Receiving gifts from anyone. None of the demons in hell cared much about each other to give a gift so this was very foreign to him. He sighed, before opening it up, freezing upon what he saw. It was a long, black, faux fur coat, it looked old, but well taken care of, the black fur glistening when the sun hit it. He gently pulled it out of the bag, the fabric instantly warming his cold-blooded hands.

“You’ve been telling me how dreadfully cold it has been for you, recently. It must be rough since you’re cold-blooded. And I noticed that there is a Nip in the air, due to it being fall weather. So I thought this would be perfect for you and I may have added a little miracle so when you put it on, you’ll stay nice and warm.” Azira smiled, waiting for his response. “So what do you think?”

Crowley just smiled running his hand through the fur. This was the nicest thing he has ever gotten by anyone… In fact, no one has ever got him anything before. He didn’t deserve this… He didn’t deserve him. Crowley then turned to Azira taking his hand into his own. “I think you’re too good to me my angel,” he whispered giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Azira just smiled, pulling Crowley’s hand up to his lips, kissing it lightly. “Happy Anniversary dear.”

“Happy Anniversary,” Crowley repeated, clutching the coat tightly in his free hand, before shivering as a cool breeze blew by.

“Well, now would be the perfect time to wear it.” Azira smiled ushering him to put it on. “Go on, let’s see if it fits!”

Crowley just smiled as he got up, slipping his right arm through the sleeve, both him and Aziraphale failing to notice two figures watching them from a distance… And those figures being Micheal and Gabriel.

Gabriel watched the two with a scorn look on his face, watching as they exchanged conversation, smiling and holding hands causing him to shake his head in disgust. “Look at them,” he growled. “Smiling and showing affection to one another… It’s embarrassing.”

“It’s sinful that’s what it is.” Micheal correct, starring between the two. “An angel… And a demon… In love? Have you ever heard of something so… Mad? So… Horrific?”

“Never in my entire existence,” Gabriel grumbled, watching as the two walked away, hands still linked together like chains to a hinge. “I don’t understand how Aziraphale can be so stupid!” he began as he turned away, beginning to pace. “First he sabotaged the great plan, conspires with the enemy, Crowley of all people, and now he has fallen for the demon’s temptations!”

“It is a wonder to me why he has not fallen from grace yet.” Micheal sighed, shaking her head.

“I feel that all of this is that vile creature’s fault.” Gabriel began as he pointed at Crowley. “Ever since those two have met Azira seemed to have forgotten his purpose. And I know that they have known each other since Eden because that’s when that serpent showed up and that’s when Aziraphale changed.” the archangel rested his hand on his chin. “If only there was a way to show Aziraphale that underneath those glasses and black clothing there is nothing but a vile, sinful monst-.”

Gabriel froze staring ahead as a grin began to form on his face, an idea struck him in the head as he turned to Micheal. “Now that I think about it… There may be a way.”

Micheal turned to Gabriel a smile forming on her face. “I think I know exactly what you are talking about… But let’s plan on getting it first,” she whispered as she walked past him.

Gabriel watched as she walked away heading for the car that they took. But before he followed her, he turned to Crowley one last time. “Even after you’ve fallen, you’re still a pain in my ass,” he whispered before turning around and following in Michael’s footsteps.