His nerves are all over the place.A sentiment unfolding inside his stomach like hundreds of little i

His nerves are all over the place.

A sentiment unfolding inside his stomach like hundreds of little insects ready to fly, makes Aziraphale walk around the bookshop like a nervous wreck. And oh, it’s not a very pleasant feeling. The situation is itchier than the last time. And the last time Armageddon was around the corner. But the true cause of his loudly pounding heart and his straying thoughts is … just Crowley.

Just Crowley. Somehow, that sounds completely and utterly wrong.

The demon never had the decency to be just Crowley. He came into Aziraphale’s life, bold, noisy, demanding and with an ominous facial expression, looking unspeakably glad to meet him in devastated eras for some reason (though Aziraphale never ascertained why) in a very terribly tempting manner. Over thousands of years that behaviour never changed. Because this is Crowley, not just , but endlessly persistent, hopelessly dramatic, cheeky, sweet and kind Crowley.

Oh. Oh Lord!

Since their delightful dinner at the Ritz, Aziraphale finds himself smiling without valid reason but with increased regularity these days. Every time he studiously shoved the thoughts out of his mind, they came back, more intrusive than before. More disturbingly, he is humming Queen songs all of a sudden, any time his mind slips away. He has that unpleasant feeling that he’s going slightly mad. It’s finally happened. Oh, dear!

It’s been nearly seven weeks since Aziraphale is pretending that it’s a quite innocuous feeling, evolving from their victory and vanishing pretty soon. But it’s not. Actually, there’s something bubbling in his chest, causing ripples like churning waters. There’s no escape, and he knows if he’s resisting he will be swept away by the flood of his feelings and finally drown. But if he lets the riptide just run over without any guardedness, it will wash away everything, leaving a mess behind which is formerly known as his life. A life that will be changed completely.

And Aziraphale hates changes.

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Read the complete chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32052745/chapters/79400182

Summary: After the Almost-Apocalypse Hastur is not pleased with the outcome of the trial and wants to punish Crowley for his crimes. His threats towards the ginger haired demon also include the angel, which makes Crowley more than nervous. It seems the short breathing gap is almost over, and with Heaven and Hell conspiring against them, will it ever be possible for Aziraphale and Crowley to live their happily ever after? Or will they forever be captured inbetween black and white?
Crowley has to make some life-changing decisions.

Thanks to: 

- the wonderful Dashicra (@ineffableomenshusbands ) who came up with the perfect title for this story and kindly proofread this chapter.

- my friend Allanei who is always encouraging me! Her cheerleading and feedback keep me motivated!

-@teslatherat who generously offered me her help and showed me Google Docs ;)