AJDSJDJSJ OMG
-a pizza hut, london, little more than a week after the notapocolypse-
adam, eating pizza: why are we here?
aziraphale, awkward: it’s a sort of…’sorry for trying to kill you’ meal
aziraphale: *elbows crowley*
crowley, sighs: and ‘sorry for egging him on to kill you’ dessert
adam: that’s okay, I know you were just trying to protect humanity
crowley, bored: see? I told you the kid would understand
aziraphale: still, it’s only polite
crowley, raises an eyebrow: polite? the world was ending, there’s-
adam: can I come to the wedding?
crowley & aziraphale: …
aziraphale, confused: um, what…whose wedding would that be?
adam, looking between them: yours, of course. you two are in love aren’t you? you should be getting married
crowley, experiencing his first aneurysm: …
adam: will you have a chocolate cake? I like chocolate, I’m not allowed too much of it
aziraphale, delicately: a-ahm, well, y-you see adam *clears his throat* in order for two people to get married, they first need to become engaged
aziraphale, realises crowley’s looking at him: what?
crowley, shrugs: well? what do you say?
aziraphale: …
aziraphale, swallows: I- is that really the best you can do?
crowley, shoots a glare at adam: in all honesty, angel, I hadn’t planned on doing this in front of an eleven year old boy and we certainly wouldn’t be having pizza
aziraphale, touched: you’d…planned?
crowley, mutters: well, I thought about it. once or twice
aziraphale, nonchalant: how were you going to do it?
crowley, rolls his eyes: I don’t know. I would’ve taken you somewhere nice, the ritz or something. then I’d take you for a walk through st. james’ park after and, you know, proposed where we feed the ducks under the moonlight
aziraphale: …
crowley: not that I’ve thought about it
aziraphale, tearing up: well, my that is a very beautiful way to be asked. and I accept
crowley, blinks: you can’t accept, I haven’t done it yet
aziraphale, determined, holds his hand: too late, I am your fiancé now. we’ve wasted long enough, don’t you think? any objections?
crowley, looking as though he’s about to die any second: *slowly shakes head*
aziraphale, nods: good
…
adam, slurping his drink: you have to get a big cake. one of those big, layered ones. my mum and dad had one
crowley, smiles: it seems we’ve found our wedding planner
aziraphale, also smiling: what a brilliant idea



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