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On balmy Sunday mornings Aziraphale often opted to close his shop for the entire day to make some time to go out and walk around the city or one of London's parks. Despite having been the all parks multiple times already, he still got enjoyment out of visiting them. The wonderful colours of nature, smiles on the faces of people passing him by, and- Oh! A kid was being attacked by a bunch of swans. Quick! He's got to help the poor boy!

Thinking no one would see him, Aziraphale quickly lifted his hand and subtly waved it. Right at the moment he'd finished the motion, the swans seemed to calmed down. The boy was left alone and the swans returned to nearby waters. A sigh of relief came from the angel, hand resting on his chest. His relief, however, was short-lived.

When his attention drifted away from the boy, and back to the path to continue his walk, he noticed a man standing in the distance. Far enough for Aziraphale to not have seen him at first, but close enough to have witnessed the not-so-subtle-as-he-had-thought miracle the angel performed, according to the stunned look on his face. Aziraphale made eye contact with him, and in his panic only nervously smiled at him. Was he supposed to acknowledge what he did just did? It was safer not to, and just assume the man had never seen a swan before in his life. And yet, Aziraphale didn't want to pretent to be nescient to the situation. He's got to say something.

"Are you alright, mister?" Aziraphale asked the man politely when he had walked close enough to him.

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After his encounter with the boy, the geese and the lamentable spectator, Aziraphale couldn't help but feel a somewhat...uneasy. Sure, he had done the right thing, as he was supposed to do, but the thought of the man having optically discerned him kept him worried for quite some time. Must not have been too unfortunate though, the man was still alive after all. However, he had heard through word of angel mouths that humans could become deranged and mad after having witnessed the sight or felt the touch of an angel. And that was precisely what worried him. A complete stranger, just an ordinary human losing the grip on their mental state, and all because he happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time where an oblivious angel just wanted act in a conscionable manner.

Censurability clouded the angel's mind, it was eating him up from the inside. Frantically checking the newspapers every single day, subtly checking in with his higher-ups to see if there was any news of an contingent spiritual enlightenment that had occured. There was nothing. No sight of the man in the news, in divine conversations or even in Aziraphale's bookshop. Each day that passed without any sign of the man, Aziraphale grew a little less worried. After a few weeks, he had even brushed it off. Human minds weren't always trustworhty as they thought. The man must have thought he was dreaming or hallucinating, and kenned that, in reality, nothing erratic had really happened.

Aziraphale managed to convince himself of that, at least, until the man emerged in his shop one day, with a multitude of zip-ties in his hands, no less. Fear suddenly coursed through his body. This couldn't be happening, he couldn't let the man know, not now, not ever. "Well, that's an unusual way to greet someone, isn't it?" he chuckled nervously, and started placing a few new books up on the shelves. "Besides, I'm not surprised you know what I am." he continued, not looking at the man any longer. "It says right on the front door that I'm a bookseller, can't miss it!" He upheld his faux cheery tune as if nothing strange was going on, in the hopes that, if he kept up long enough that the man would realise he was erronous all along.

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"Are you alright, mister?" Aziraphale asked the man politely when he had walked close enough to him.

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Sitting at his desk, Aziraphale had lost himself in the stories of one of his many books that filled the bookshop. People passed by the shop, customers came and went, but the angel remained seated at his desk, unbothered, reading the day away with the comforting scents of old books, hot cocoa and...something evil?

Aziraphale sniffed a few times as he looked up from his book . Something foul, something nefarious had to have walked in just now. Sniffing again, he figured this wasn’t one of the horrible scents he had become accustomed to. Not Crowley, and certainly not the Jeffrey Archer books either. It couldn’t have been one of those dreadful customers either, their smell was something else entirely. No this...this smelled like something new.

Aziraphale put his book down, closing it, and prepared himself to greet whoever it was that had entered his shop. Even though he braced himself for the worst, he resolved to welcome whoever this was in his usual fashion. Nearing the entrance of his shop he noticed a person standing there whom he didn’t recognize, but quickly deduced wasn’t human.

“H-Hello.” he greeted, although a hint of nervousness could be heard in his voice. A forced, but friendly-looking smile formed on his face. “Can I help you with anything?” The angel treated the person as any other customer, trying to be oblivious to their nature and not giving himself away either. He didn’t want to go in and start fighting immediately. After all, one of his favourite expressions was to kill them with kindness.

Emile looked up at the person who ran the bookshop. An angel. He could tell from the sickly sweet smell that came off of everything the angel had touched in the bookstore. That was unexpected, honestly. Usually angels were out doing things like charity work and the like. Still, it didn’t matter. He just wanted a book. He was allowed to have hobbies, and just because this particular bookstore was run by an angel didn’t change the fact that he couldn’t find a copy of the second Lord of the Rings book at his usual bookstore and he refused to buy anything off Amazon.

The angel seemed nervous from his tone of voice. Emile didn’t want the angel to think he was planning siege on his bookshop or whatever he’d conjured up in his mind, so he tried to be polite. Just because he was a demon didn’t mean he was rude. Honestly, the stereotypes were worse than most demons he knew. They were just selfish bastards, really.

“I was just browsing. For books. Because this is a bookstore.” Emile said. It came out a little more icy than he meant but still polite-sounding.

Hearing his response, Aziraphale assumed the demon must have either not recognized him as an angel, or that he rather liked this spiel of oblivion. Either way, the angel started to feel a little on edge. A demon in his bookshop was unheard of, and not knowing what the demon wanted or what he was planning made him feel anxious.

"Of course." Aziraphale let out a nervous laugh, "Let me know if you need anything." As he spoke he backed away to return to his desk. Although he sat back down and opened the book again, he had no intention of reading any further. The book was held in his lap as he turned the chair around, not turning his back on the demon for even a split second.

No matter how he tried, Aziraphale couldn't focus himself on his book. He couldn't shake the uneasy feeling of off him, and started becoming fidgety. Couldn't either of them just cut to the chase? Get this whole ordeal over and done with?

"May I inquire what it is you're looking for?" he asked eventually, trying to keep his question vague enough to not startle his supposed customer.

“Of course,” the angel said nervously. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Emile nodded at him in an attempt at politeness and turned back to the bookshelf, running his hands over the spines. He could feel the angel staring at him, no doubt wondering what his evil plans were. He walked between the shelves, marveling at the amount of books the angel had apparently collected to sell.

Emile wandered around the store, not certain how it was organized and therefore unable to actually find the book he wanted to. He supposed he could find it by chance, but the angel had a Hell of a lot of books. It’d take a while, and he wasn’t thrilled about being there.

He walked back towards the front of the store, maybe to leave. But he really did want to get the book. Maybe he could ask the angel? Eh. The angel didn’t seem very keen on him, and he didn’t want to anger a “soldier in the army of Heaven” or whatever they called themselves.

The angel cleared his throat.

“May I inquire what it is you’re looking for?”

Huh. Well.

“I’m looking for a copy of the Two Towers, by Tolkien. And honestly, your bookshop is organized very poorly,” he said. He didn’t mean to offend the angel, but it was true. The bookshop’s layout made no sense.

Aziraphale’s brows knitted together, there was no possibility in a million years that there was a demon who enjoyed reading, and was standing in his bookshop of all places. To his knowledge, demons weren’t the type to read. Then again, neither were angels really.

“Fantasy, hm?” The angel mumbled to himself as he closed the book. He made his way over to a bookshelf that stood more towards the back of his shop. “Perhaps with your eyes, you see it as disorganized, but I don't. I have got my own method of organisation and I know the whereabouts of every single book I have.” Aziraphale replied snidely. Despite the fact that the demon had not intended to be impolite, Aziraphale regarded it as such anyway and returned the favour without hesitation.

Standing on his tip-toes in order to reach one of the higher shelves of the bookcase, he fished out a book with a white spine. ‘The Two Towers’ the cover stated, in big red letters, ‘By J. R. R. Tolkien’ Aziraphale examined and admired the cover as if he had never seen the book before, as an excuse not to look the demon in the eye. “Not here for anything else, then?” he asked, still believing that the demon had paid him a visit for...something. A mission, a plan, wreaking havoc, being a nuisance, an objective to complete, anything.

“Fantasy, hm?” The angel walked over to a bookshelf towards the back of his shop— one Emile didn’t check. Damn it. It really wasn’t his fault, he was used to the layout of the one he’d been going to for a very long time.

The angel turned and looked at him. “Perhaps with your eyes, you see it as disorganized, but I don't. I have got my own method of organisation and I know the whereabouts of every single book I have.”

Rude.

Once the angel had gotten the book, he still didn’t look at Emile. Weren’t angels supposed to be nice? No matter. He would just get the book and get out.

“Not here for anything else, then?” the angel said. Oh. The jig was up, he thought. Well, might as well put it out there. What did he have to lose anymore?

“You know, you could just ask me why a demon is at your bookstore instead of passive-aggressively hinting at it.” Emile smirked.

Aziraphale gasped a little, “Well I could...I just hoped that I had assumed wrong about your...Occultly nature.” The angel admitted, and forced a smile upon his face. A side of him was glad that it was out on the table, and yet the other side of him had wished he’d just been a foul human and that any sort of conflict could be avoided.

“But now that it is out...” Aziraphale started, very carefully. Oh he really wouldn’t want to piss a demon off. His eyes finally stopped fixating on the book the angel was still holding, and looked up at the demon. “...please do tell me what you’re really here for?” he asked, just wanting things to get over and done with. “It surely can’t be for a book, can it?”

The angel was so afraid. It was kind of sad. Emile didn’t want to be feared. But you know. When in Rome! He’d play it up a little, then just drop the act and get his book.

“Well I could… I just hoped that I had assumed wrong about your… Occultly nature,” the angel said with a forced smile.

Emile laughed a little. That was a funny way of putting it. It’d be like if he called the angel “sacred” or something like that.

“Can you tell me what you’re really here for?” The angel looked him in the eyes. The angel looking him straight in the face for the first time since he’d entered the store felt like a spiritual burn. Not good. This angel must be fairly powerful, although Emile was probably on the same level. They’d definitely existed for the same amount of time. “It surely can’t be for a book, can it?”

Emile considered his options, and picked the one most likely to get him smited with holy powers. What could he say? He was an adrenaline junkie.

“I’m going to place a curse upon this bookshop to never sell another book!” He laughed, and looked at the angel’s surprised face. “Just kidding. I would like to buy a book. I’m Emile, of the third hierarchy of demons.”

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With the flip of a switch, the tension seemed to disappear from Aziraphale’s face. He was a little...surprised. Just a curse? That’s it? It wasn’t quite as much as he had anticipated, and the curse itself was admittedly more helpful to the angel as the demon might have thought.

A soft smile graced the angel’s face. “If that’s what you’re here for, I suppose I should say...thank you?” It felt a little odd, to thank a demon, the adversary. But in all honesty if Aziraphale would be ridden of the dreadful customers and left in peace, at least a little thank you should be in order.

“Not a huge fan of selling my books you see. I think you might actually be doing a favour with your...curse.” he chuckled nervously. Aziraphale knew a demon could get into a lot of trouble for doing the right thing, but who decided what was the right thing to do anyway. As much as he was slightly frightened of the demon, he knew what would happen if he got in trouble and he’d rather prevent that from happening.

“But I suppose you’re the exception then.” he added, and held out the book for him to take.

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Headcanon A-Z

A - Advocate - How do they show their support for others? Are there any causes that they publicly support? Why? B - Boy/Girl - What is their gender? What’s their relationship with their gender? Has this changed over time? How does their gender identify relate to their gender expression? C - Caregiver - How do they give/receive care best? Do they care for everyone or just a small number of people? How do they react to someone in need? D - Director - How much do they feel the need to have control over their life? Do they spend a lot of time telling others what to do or and they more likely to be more obedient to others? E - Entrepreneur - How do they make money? Are they willing to take financial risks? How do they approach making deals with others? F - Friend - What kind of friend are they? How do they judge potential friends? Where do they draw the line between platonic and romantic relationships? How far would they go for a friend? How do they handle conflict in relationships? G - Growing - How have they changed over time? How has their self-image changed? Are they more or less of a risk-taker? Has their approach to romance changed? H - Hero - What makes someone a hero in their eyes? Who is their biggest hero in life? Why? Do they consider themselves to be heroic? I - Inventor - How creative is their thinking? Do they seek out the opinions of others or rely on their own ideas? What’s their problem solving approach? J - Joker - What’s their sense of humour like? Do they enjoy slapstick comedy? What kind of humour do they enjoy in others? K - Know It All - Are they a Know-it-All? Do they actively seek out new knowledge? How do they behave around others how have a great amount of knowledge on a topic? L - Lover - How do they show love? Do they love themselves? Do they believe that all you need is love? M - Miracle Worker - Who or what do they consider to be a miracle? Do they believe in magic? N - Navigator - What’s their sense of direction like? Do they have a set path in life that they’re planning on following? What do they do if they’re knocked off course? O - Organiser - How organised are they? Do they have any unusual organisation systems? What would cause them to be uncharacteristically (dis-)organised? P - Philosopher - Are they particularly philosophic? What do they believe is the purpose of life? Do they have any particularly strong convictions or ideologies? Q - Queen - What kind of leader are they? Are they entitled? What have they inherited from their parents? How powerful are they? Do they act superior towards others? R - Rebel - Do they follow rules, bend or break them? Do they find rebelliousness in others attractive? S - Seeker - How do they go in search of new information? Do they accept ideas on faith or do they need to test out information for themselves? T - Teacher - How often do they have to teach others? How do they go about it? How do they learn best? Do they dive in first and reflect later or study the theory of something new before putting it into practice? U - Ugly - What traits to they find unattractive in others? Do they have any of those traits themselves? V - Visionary - Do they have a plan for their future? How imaginative or creative are they? Do they have vivid dreams? W - Witness - What do they consider the best thing they have ever seen? What would they most like to see in their life? X - Xceptional - Who is the most exceptional person in their life? Are there any rules that they have notable exceptions to? What gets them excited in life? Y - Yes! - Do they believe in luck? What makes them feel lucky/grateful? Z - Zoo - What’s the favourite animal? Do they ever behave animalistically? If they were an animal, what animal would they be? Why?

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Aziraphale hurriedly put on his trenchcoat, shoes, and other articles of clothing he previously had not been wearing after his call with Crowley. Making sure there were no customers in his shop (which was a rather easy task to accomplish as didn’t let people stay in there for longer than 10 minutes very often), he flipped the sign from open to closed. He paced down the streets of Soho all the way to St James park.

On his way to the park, thoughts ran through his head and questions plagued his mind. Was this really all happening? What even was going to happen? Well the Apocalypse of course, but how? He knew that Heaven would win, of course, but he didn’t really know if he’d wanted it all to happen, and on Earth nonetheless

Sitting down on their usual bench in the park, he awaited Crowley’s arrival. He and Crowley both knew that the Apocalypse was inevatible, and it was quite right on time, yet it felt so soon already. Aziraphale had started to fidget with his fingers, intertwining them and rolling his thumbs over one another, when in the corner of his eye he spotted a familair figure. Dark clothing, red hair and big sunglasses couldn’t have been anyone else but Crowley. And he was carrying something!

“Oh my dear Crowley I’m so glad to see you here.” The angel greeted him, and as the demon approached it became clearer and cleared what it was he’d been carrying. “Is that a baby carrier? What do you need that for?” Aziraphale curiously asked him.

Crowley was rather panicky. He didn't know what to do with the child, he couldn't get rid of it, with it being the son of satan and armageddon soon to happen Crowley would rather risk his life than live without Aziraphale. He didn't want war, so he did the only irrational thing he could think of. It was stupid to think he'd get away with it. It was a rather bold decision. Crowley had no idea what Aziraphale would say. What other choice was there but to keep the kid? He couldn't kill a kid!

He looked around before pointed weakly at the baby inside. "Its ... him." He muttered and made sure to check that no one else was listening. "The antichrist. I couldn't go through with it." He explained, trying to keep calm, despite the nervous wreck taking place inside his mind. "You know I don't want armageddon. I was supposed to deliver the baby. I had to do something!"

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The nervous smile on Aziraphale's face vanished and his eyes widened. "The Anti-Christ!?" the angel whispered angrily. He would have shouted at the demon if it wasn't for the fact they had been in public. Not that he'd been angry at Crowley, he never found himself to be capable of being truly mad with him, it was merely that he too had begun to panic. One of the angel's hands reached up and tugged lightly at his blonde hair.

"Why would you-" Aziraphale couldn't even manage to finish his question before he started to ask another, "What are Heaven and Hell going to- What are we supposed to- Ugh" And as he rambled to himself, a second hand dove into his hair. He

Taking a deep breath, Aziraphale tried to calm himself down. He looked worried. "Crowley, dear, why would you take him with you?" he asked, more calmly this time. "Don't you think they are going to find out at some point...?

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