I Am Not Fucking

In the quiet of Aziraphale's bookshop, the angel finds himself tending to an inebriated Crowley who stumbles in after midnight. Crowley, defiant in his drunken state, insists he's not drunk despite his obvious struggle with balance and coherence. Aziraphale, gently amused and deeply concerned, helps the demon when he collapses, spilling wine across the floor. As Aziraphale assists Crowley to the couch, Crowley reveals he had been celebrating their success in stopping the apocalypse. The tender moment deepens as Crowley, vulnerable and exhausted, nestles into Aziraphale’s embrace. Aziraphale reassures Crowley that he is never a bother and that he will always be there for him. Crowley drifts off to sleep, comforted by Aziraphale's steadfast presence, while the angel silently vows to stand by him through all future trials.