Request by: redytohastag

I actually did research for this.

Btw this is more of how they are shown in the TV show. In other words if you interpret them as being friends, then this is what you've been looking for. If you interpret them as husbands, congratulations this is also what you've been looking for because accurate character portrayal.

"Crowley you must try these chocolates. They're absolutely scrumptious," Aziraphale said. Brightness lit up his blue eyes as he spoke to the demon sitting across from him.

Crowley stared back at him.

"Ngh. They're for you angel."

"But," Aziraphale sighed, "I just want you to try one. I've never seen you eat anything."

Crowley could see the look in Aziraphale's eyes.

"Fine," he said as he held out his hand, letting Aziraphale drop a chocolate in his hand. He then placed it in his mouth. It tasted like dust. Everything he ate tasted like dust. Ever since what he did in the garden things had tasted like dust.

"Well?" Aziraphale asked, "Did you like it?"

Crowley shook his head and reached for the bottle of wine in front of them. Wine was possibly the only thing that didn't taste like dust. God spared him on this because over drunkenness is a sin, and every demon needs sin to survive.

Aziraphale looked down at the ground, slightly disappointed that Crowley didn't like the chocolate. He asked, "Well would you want to try some crepes?"

"Nope."

"Scones?"

"Rather not."

"Pears?"

"No."

"Apples for crying out loud."

"No, angel. I don't eat. That's your thing."

Aziraphale grabbed the wine from Crowley's hand and took a rather large sip straight from the bottle. He then asked, "Why don't you eat?"

Crowley said, "Genesis 3:14 And the Lord God said unto the serpent, Because thou hast done this, thou art cursed above all cattle, and above every beast of the field; upon thy belly shalt thou go, and dust shalt thou eat all the days of thy life."

Aziraphale asked, "Everything tastes like dirt?"

Crowley nodded and said, "Everything except alcohol."

"I'm sorry. That's terrible."

"Isn't the worst thing. I'm color blind too. God took that away. Everything is in black and white."

Aziraphale asked, "Is that why you always wear black?"

Crowley nodded and said, "It's edgy too. Looks good on me."

"What about the little bits of red?" Aziraphale asked.

Crowley responded, "You help me with that. Remember every time I ask you 'do you like this' you always say 'that's a lovely shade' and then whatever color it is."

Aziraphale hugged Crowley and said, "I'm so sorry. That must be terrible."

"Not much I can do about it, angel. At least I'm not completely blind."

Aziraphale sighed, "I know. I just feel bad for you. You know if your glasses make things worse you can take them off around me."

"No, things are too bright when I don't wear them. I think I look silly when I squint my eyes like that anyways."

Aziraphale nodded and said, "No wonder your flat is always so dark."

"Hell's worse. I don't wear my glasses down there and I see everything normally. There's hardly any lighting. There's also minimal color. Too bad I can't go back down there."

"I'm sorry dear. I could see color when I inhabited your body."

Crowley said, "I couldn't see color when I was in yours. I suppose it moves with me. It made Heaven more miserable than I planned on it being. It was so bright up there."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Crowley."

Later that night after Crowley left, Aziraphale was left alone. He felt sympathy for his best friend. Being an angel after all meant he had to feel sympathy. Also, part of being an angel meant he had to help people.

All he knew to do at this point was get down on his knees and fold his hands.

"All Mighty, I don't know if you can hear me, but there's something I would like to discuss and address."

"What is it, Aziraphale, Angel of the Eastern Gate?"

Aziraphale's heart jumped when he heard God's voice.

"Yes, may I inquire about the demon Crowley. A long time ago you made it to where he could not taste or see color. As my adversary I think it would only be fair to the both of us if he could at least taste some things and see some colors."

"You make a valid argument Aziraphale. I will take it into consideration."

"Thank you, All Mighty."

The next morning Crowley woke up with a pounding headache. He expected to be met with a bright light from the sun. A window was right next to his bed. He liked to bask in the natural sunlight, since he is always a little bit of a snake after all.

What he saw this morning was different though. The light didn't blind his eyes. He continued to look around.

Eventually he looked into his mirror.

"My eyes-!" he gasped. A smile was stuck to his face. He couldn't stop laughing. This was the first time he had ever seen his reflection with any kind of color.

"Didn't expect them to be like this."

There was a faint knock on the door. He ran to answer it. More excitement built up in his chest when he saw Aziraphale waiting on the other side.

"Aziraphale!" he shouted as he looked over the angel.

"You're in a good mood."

He asked, "What did you do you beautiful angel?"

Aziraphale responded, "I had a little chit chat with the All Mighty last night. Anyways I brought you some stuff."

Crowley pulled Aziraphale inside. They both sat down in the kitchen.

"So," Aziraphale said, "I went to a farmers market this morning. Picked you up a few things-"

He then pulled out a red apple.

"Thought you'd like apples. I got the most shiny red one I could find."

Crowley said, "I kind of remember what red apples look like and that isn't it."

"Maybe you can't see red then. Try tasting it."

Crowley bit into the apple, tasting dust again. He looked down sad.

"Don't feel bad Crowley. We just have to keep trying," Aziraphale said as he pulled out a yellow apple.

"This is the same color as my eyes."

"Mhmm, so you can see yellow. Perhaps you can taste this one. It's sour."

Crowley bit into the apple, tasting the sour juice. He squinted and smiled.

"You can taste that?"

"Yes I can taste it. This is really something."

Aziraphale softly laughed and said, "Okay I've got one more. Green."

Crowley examined the green apple.

"Looks like yellow."

"It's not. Trust me."

Crowley bit into it, tasting a slightly dusty but sour taste. "Didn't like this one. Got anything else?"

Aziraphale said, "Just a few mints. Want to try those?"

Crowley nodded and was handed the mints.

"This tastes refreshing. I like them."

From that day forward Crowley was always sucking on candies. Some were sour others were minty. He was also partial to chewing gum.

Aziraphale loved watching his friend experience the world with color, but he wished for more of Crowley. He wanted to show him all the pretty decorations around Christmas. He knew Crowley couldn't see red or green. He believed his friend saw something close to the color brown. That put Aziraphale in an unfestive mood.

He didn't want to ask God again, because that would be too much. Humans were smart though. Maybe they had something.

After figuring out Google, Aziraphale found there were glasses made for people who could see only the same colors as Crowley.

A few tests were preformed on Crowley's eyes. The results were sent into the lab, and a box with a very special pair of glasses was nailed back to Aziraphale.

On Christmas Day Aziraphale gave the box to Crowley.

"You didn't have to get me anything angel," Crowley said as he tore the blue wrapping paper open. He then opened the box, pouring out it's contents. He opened the glasses case to find a pair of what seemed to be like sunglasses.

"Try them on," Aziraphale said. He smiled as Crowley looked around.

"Angel! I can see all these colors!"

"Do you like your gift?"

"Yes! What color is the couch?"

Aziraphale smiled and said, "I consider it to be maroon. Hold a second. I have balloons."

He then poured balloons out of a trash bag.

Crowley looked at the colors, asking Aziraphale about the ones that he had never seen before.

"Red's my favorite," Crowley sighed, "Green is also amazing. So is orange."

Aziraphale nodded and whacked at a yellow balloon. "I rather like blue."

"Blue is nice. Like the color of your eyes. I'm never going to get over your eyes."

Aziraphale nodded and said, "My eyes are common, but yours are something special."

"Oh shut it."

"Once you shut it about the colors you see."

"Then both of us are going to keep talking."