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The bookstore was completely rid of people, bar Aziraphale (but he’s an angel so that doesn’t really count.)
It was late, nearby shops were already closed for the night and the only proof that anyone else was awake was the faint flashing of headlights from the few cars driving past the window.
Heavy rain poured down onto the old roof leaving a sightly loud, yet comforting, patting sound.
Aziraphale closed his eyes with a sigh, basking in the peaceful nature. If he strained his ears partly, he could hear the faint sounds of music coming from the other room.
‘Dining at the Ritz, we’ll meet at nine
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine o’clock)
Precisely’
The mention of one of his favourite restaurants made his stomach churn in anxiety. Why? Because it reminded him of Crowley, and Aziraphale was hiding something big from him. Very big.
Without realising, his leg began to bounce unsteadily as his mind filled with negative thoughts and possibilities on how Crowley would react once he found out the truth.
An outsider may wonder why Aziraphale felt so awful about the whole ordeal, he had hid things from Crowley before.
However, that was when they were just friends, but now, well…Neither knew what they were, just that they had each other, and that was enough.
Though, all could be ruined after everything spills out because, in just one room away sat a curious archangel, and you.
The daughter of the snake demon, Crowley (also Aziraphale’s favourite being.)
‘Come on and get it,
Ooh, love (there he goes again),
Ooh, lover boy (he’s got my good old-fashioned lover boy, ooh),
What’re you doing tonight?
Hey, boy’
The sound of your amused voice mixing with the record of Freddie Mercury’s had Aziraphale worrying once again as not only was Crowley not aware of your existence, but you were also not aware of his.
Aziraphale had been told that all you were aware of was that your father was a demon, and your mother a mortal. That’s it.
Apparently, his and Crowley’s behaviour had rubbed off on Gabriel, leading to him searching for you once hearing of your existence and immediately taking you into hiding with his protection, risking his reputation and job.
You were confused at first and once he had explained the situation, you hadn’t believed him. What sane person would?
Although, all changed once he’d miracled a bag of Greggs sausage rolls and pasties before bringing his wings out for display.
It’s not everyday that food just magically appears in front of you and a man with bird wings.
Unfortunately, while Gabriel was quite high in authority in heaven, he had almost none on Earth and thought it would be best to get help from the one angel that did.
Of course, Aziraphale being the kind angel he is, immediately took you in, giving you a room to sleep in and providing a range of foods for you to have.
You were incredibly grateful for the angel, he was much nicer than Gabriel and actually allowed you to help out in his bookstore, playing your favourite tunes and stacking the books when asked.
What you didn’t see was his wide eyes flashing to you whenever you’d say anything remotely similar to his demon, which was more often than he would admit (you were his daughter after all.)
Both you and Crowley had the same taste in music, clothing, and even cars! Aziraphale would be lying if he said he hadn’t compared you many times, it was hard not to.
Your teenage attitude led to sarcastic comments and snide remarks whenever something went wrong, though they were more often than not, directed at Gabriel rather than Aziraphale.
In fact, you actually gained a large liking to the angel, nicknaming him ‘Zira’ or ‘Zi’ for when you felt particularly lazy.
He quite liked your presence, though the sinking feelings of guilt and worry he felt during those moments made it slightly harder to enjoy them as much.
After hearing you sing out again, Aziraphale groaned, standing in a haste and picking up the telephone.
He punched in the familiar numbers and raised the phone to his ear, letting out a shaky sigh when a voice sounded from the other end.
“What can I do for you, angel?”
Aziraphale bit his lip, he was going to regret this.
“You need to come to the bookshop, there’s something I haven’t told you.”