Crowley did have his worries about loving Aziraphale. There were thousands of things that could go wrong.

He used to only see Aziraphale every few hundred years. It was too dangerous for them to be seen together, plus he was always terrified of causing harm to the angel. He never knew if there would be a time when he'd give into some darkness that slept inside his chest. He was scared of himself.

There were countless nights he'd spend under the blanket of stars he had created thousands of years ago. Sometimes Aziraphale would be there with him, though most of the time he'd be out there alone. When he was alone he'd question the universe. He'd shout things at God.

There was one particular night. His voice was trembling, tears rushing down his face. He screamed out into the night sky, "Why Aziraphale? Why did you have to send someone as pure and loving as Aziraphale? I'm a demon! A demon can't love an angel!"

Crowley didn't know God was actually listening this time. She had her own little ineffable plan for Crowley and Aziraphale. They were actually crucial to the fate of the universe. Crowley wouldn't find out he'd save the world until seventeen years after this moment.

Only a smile appeared on God's face as she watched Crowley have a breakdown in the middle of absolute nowhere.

Crowley never received God's approval of loving Aziraphale. He actually never received any approval of it. He was a demon he was too bad to love.

But he could even tell himself that he was wasn't exactly a bad demon. He felt as if he was more of a neutral demon, a balanced demon. A demon who didn't give two fucks.

Now he could really live a life where he just didn't care. He could lay beside his angel, who now had wings that looked a little better. He could reach out and run his fingers through Aziraphale's short curls. And because he cared so tenderly for Aziraphale, he could stand and protect him.

As Aziraphale softly snored beside him, Crowley decided he was going to give Heaven a piece of his burning rage. Crowley was a ginger after all, so of course he was filled to the brim with anger.

Though, for now Crowley planned on staying right here next to his angel until his wings healed.

The angel waited for weeks for his feathers to grew back. Every day Crowley would rub aloe on the angel's wings. It was a soft moment between the two of them. Crowley's hands felt as if they were Heaven to Aziraphale.

Some day Aziraphale knew he'd be able to touch the sky. He'd be able to graze his fingertips along Heaven's gates. He liked to imagine that Crowley would be with him.

The only problem is Aziraphale didn't exactly fly, or at least he didn't fly well. He seemed very awkward every time he hit the sky. It always felt as if the air didn't brush his feathers right.

Not that he was taught how to fly in any formal manner. He was told to figure it all out on his own. In fact he remembers trying to fly for the first time quite well.

"It's a privilege Aziraphale, not something you're just given. Unfortunately for you, you're the only angel who doesn't get to fly," Gabriel sighed, "Now turn around."

The arch angel had a smirk on his face that said he didn't really care.

Aziraphale almost started to cry. He knew that he couldn't cry, at least not here. He could only look up and tell Gabriel that he was fine with not being allowed to fly. He couldn't ask why and he couldn't say no.

It felt so wrong.

Aziraphale knew it was definitely not right when Gabriel began to rip out feathers from his wings. Aziraphale almost screamed. He could feel the sharp pain with every feather they ripped from his skin. He knew that his blood began to drip on the floor.

Gabriel noticed it and said, "Not a word about this Aziraphale or you know what will happen. This is what you deserve. Plus, fat angels don't get to fly. It just doesn't work like that."

Aziraphale nodded and asked, "Can I go on now or do I have to stay here and watch?"

Gabriel said, "Go on. You're useless to us here. Don't even know why God created you."

Aziraphale started to walk off, just to find a place to hide for now. Unfortunately there weren't many places to hide in Heaven. This led to Aziraphale wandering around to places he had never been.

That's where he found several angels who were piled in a corner. Their wings were bloody and missing feathers too. Aziraphale walked over to the group and asked, "What happened to everyone?"

The arch angel Raphael came running. He immediately sat Aziraphale down and asked, "Are you the last one?"

Aziraphale responded, "Gabriel said I'm the only one who doesn't get to fly."

Raphael examined Aziraphale's wings and said, "Then he intends to do this to you more. He told the rest of them to learn to fly as they fell. Something not good is coming. Be prepared."

Aziraphale said, "He didn't say anything about falling to me."

Raphael said, "Well don't be surprised if you find yourself vaguely sauntering downwards. I'll be sure to have a word with Gabriel and Michael about all this later. For now just make yourself comfortable."