Hello, Angel. (Smut/angst/comfort)

Its been 80 years since Aziraphale's bookshop burnt down. Since then, Crowley has been fighting all of his self destructive urges. Except alcohol. It would take a miracle to stop him from drinking. Regardless, the two haven't seen each other Through all this time. What will happen when they lock eyes in a london subway station?
(1st fic)
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I havent written a fanfic in literal years. So imma try my best. Maybe there will be multiple?
And the first fic (along with most) will be azixcrowley, but i might make a few little xreaders <3

ALSO! If not specifically requested otherwise, I will be presenting Aziraphale as TransMasc in all of the fics!