Love is blind but love so am I. 1/3
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cursing. accidents, disabled character.
Crowley was in an accident at 13 that resulted in him losing his sight, ten years later he meets aziraphale and they are happy but angels and demons might not be part of the story the heavenly host and satanic minibar are both still assholes to our ineffable love birds.

And crowleys disability is a perfect target to sow doubt into an otherwise happy relationship.

However will Crowley set his angels mind at ease? he has a few ideas.


Source: https://archiveofourown.o...

Love is blind but love so am I. 1/3

Crowley has been living in his own personal hell for the past ten years. When he was 13, he was, through no fault of his own, involved in a car accident.

He doesn't remember much of it aside from the fact that he hit his head something fierce and they'd had to shave a chunk of his scarlet hair off to stitch a wound,

but other than that he was fine, or he thought he was fine until three days later when he opened his eyes and was surrounded in a unimaginable darkness he couldn't escape.

He had gone blind, he thought that would be his life, stuck in a shitty situation with no way out and no reprieve until ten years after the accident, when he met HIM.

Well, met was a strong word, it was more like ran into him than anything else, or well he'd ran into Crowley.

Crowley had been out for a walk at saint James park,

needing the fresh air and time to clear his head after some of his more annoying cousins had invaded his apartment and started fucking things up.

And it wasn't like he could watch where he was going, he'd just been about to turn back and return to chase his cousins from his home when something hit him.

The worst part about being blind, aside from the whole couldn't see bit, was the lack of depth perception.

No way to tell which way was up or down aside from a vague idea that nine times out of ten was incorrect and so catching one's self, or attempting to,

could cause more harm than it could prevent.

Crowley had just prepared himself to fall flat on the gravel path when he felt something come up behind him, catching him around the shoulders and keeping him on his feet.

"oh, I'm so sorry about that" a voice spoke from his left "I wasn't watching where I was going are you alright?" Crowley smirked despite himself "not paying attention?

Shame that, at least one of us needs to see where were going" he said,

tone dripping its usual sarcasm and the other fell silent probably taking in Crowley's dark glasses and the neon red cane still gripping in his hand.

At least he was told it was red but it wasn't like he could tell "your blind" it was said as if the man blurted it out without thinking "yes, very observant of you" he said dully,

he wasn't annoyed by the statement exactly, mostly he was exasperated but not annoyed after all Crowley didn't carry himself like a blind man.

The stranger didn't realize this however and Crowley was sure he had flushed, could hear it in the mans voice when he spoke again after quickly releasing Crowley,

seeming to just realize he still held him around the shoulders "oh I'm sorry dear boy, that was terribly rude of me to just blurt out like that" Crowley waved a hand,

stopping the man mid apology/explanation "bah I'm used to it, if you want to apologize however you can buy me lunch"

There was silence for a moment where Crowley half wondered if he should be worried, after all the man could be married, but then the other spoke "well alright,

but might I know the name of the man I'm treating?

" Crowley couldn't hold in his grin and half extended his hand in the man's general direction "Anthony j Crowley, at your service" a hand took his own,

large and warm and callused despite its softness and shook his own "a pleasure my dear, my names Aziraphale, Aziraphale Angel"

Crowley thought it an odd name but didn't question it, after all one of his relatives was named Beelzebub, instead he followed the man and had one of the best lunches he could remember.

Later he would speculate as to why, but it would take him years to realize it was because the other didn't treat him as if he was blind aside from gentle consideration,

such as tucking Crowley's arm into the crook of his own to lead the way.

And even that he did it as if it was second nature, not something he would do just because Crowley couldn't see where they were going.

That specific meeting had been six years ago, and Crowley considered it their first date, even though Aziraphale didn't say they were dating until two years after.

They clicked so well Crowley didn't think to be suspicious or question the man's appearance, even though his cousins and siblings bombarded him with their own or made fun of him.

They had always been cruel, especially his cousin Hastur who had been in the accident as well and had lost his friend Ligur,

he was fond of saying the only reason Aziraphale stuck around was because of pity, or because Crowley was blind and so couldn't see just how hideous he was.

Crowley had grown used to it over the years, after all his family wasn't exactly nice before the accident,

but even as he ignored the words they stuck with him haunted him with doubt even as he sat in Aziraphale's bookshop, surrounded by the smell of old paper and dust,

the sound of turning pages from where the owner sat reading. It had always comforted him in the past but now it did little to quell his raising anxiety.

That was another bad thing about blindness, one couldn't exactly escape their demons and Crowley had a lot of them.

Little did he know the same thoughts and fears lingered in Aziraphale head his brother Gabriel had never approved of his choices,

be they with food or fashion or his shop but especially not when it came to his relationships.

His brother had said, in no uncertain terms, that the only reason Crowley stayed was because the redhead couldn't see him,

after all who could really care about him with his pale hair and plump frame.

The words had hurt nearly as much as the doubt they sowed.

As always it was Crowley who broke their silence, the man likes to fill the silence with his own voice, questions and speculations especially when he was drunk,

beautiful sight that was "you've been on that page for a while" he said and heard the other man sigh quietly "I suppose I have" he muttered making Crowley furrow his brows,

spared for a moment from his own thoughts to focus on the other.

After all he'd never heard the man speak with that tone before and he'd been on the receiving side of a lot of different tones from the man "something on your mind angel?

" it was as much an endearment as his last name, it was also one of the reasons why it had taken Aziraphale so long to realize they were dating since it was Crowley's favorite pet name for him.

It was a funny thought and helped distract Crowley from the anxiety that now twisted in his guts until the man sighed again,

fainter this time as if not wanting Crowley's sharp ears to hear it "its nothing dear heart just a recent visit from my brother"

Crowley immediately sat up from his sprawled position on the couch and turned to face the other man,

thankful he hadn't removed his glasses as he usually did in the bookshop as he stared at the man, or where he thought the man was.

"angel" he said disapprovingly in the voice he usually reserved for his plants when he felt they had started to droop "what did the bastard say that's bothering you so much"

When the other didn't chastise his use of language he knew it had to be bad "he, he said that, well, that the only reason your with me is because, well,

because you can't see me" Aziraphale muttered most of this statement but that was one of the few good things about being blind,

your other faculties jumped into overdrive to make up for it "which I don't believe for a second of course-" now Crowley sighed, pointedly loud to shut up the other man.

It worked surprisingly well any time he did it, he didn't know why it sounded like a hiss to him "get over here" he scooted to the side on the couch and patted the cushion next to him,

the other man pausing for a moment, until Crowley scowled, and then rose.

Crowley could hear his shuffled steps coming closer and then felt the cushion beside himself shift as the man perched on the edge of it.

Crowley twisted to the side, drawing a leg up on the cushions as he did and then held out his hands "what are you doing" Aziraphale asked making Crowley sigh in exasperation

"you say he told you I'm only with you because I cant see you, well I have a solution for that now budge over here" he felt the man shift as if uncertain before scooting closer,

most likely copying Crowley's position before he reached out and took Crowley's hands, holding on nearly to tight and giving away his anxiety.

Crowley allowed it for a minute before pulling one of the mans hands closer,

pressing his lips to Aziraphale knuckles to sooth some of his anxiety before pulling his hands away and holding them out again, waiting.

Aziraphale seemed to understand this time and leaned forward slowly until they made contact.

Now Crowley had touched the other man before, both in passing and in pleasure after they had had been in a relationship for six years,

and so he had a vague impression of what the other looked like, built by his senses like a black and white photo of a plump man, slightly shorter than himself but the face,

Crowley had never touched the mans face as he was now, never touched just to touch as he was doing now, 'seeing' the man without his eyes.

Aziraphale's face was soft, not unlike the rest of him, but it was also lined, Crowley's sensitive fingers feeling the creases on his forehead, worry lines, his mind supplied but worry for what?

That he would be found lacking?

That wasn't possible.

Crowley rubbed his thumb over the lines until he felt them ease, heard the man sigh quietly and only then continuing his exploration, sliding fingers down the sides of his face,

fallowing the gentle curve to his rounded chin, he was clean shaven in a way Crowley rarely made an effort to be, and once he knew the general shape his fingers started picking out details.

Fingers slid over cheeks, felt the twitch of muscles under the skin as the man held back either a smile or a laugh, maybe it tickled?

He followed the curve of cheekbones until he felt the mans curly hair, of which he was intimately familiar and while leaving one hand there he moved the other to the center of his face, feeling the curve of a brow, following the slope of his nose, middle finder following its contour as his other fingers slid over eyes, felt eyelashes tickle at sensitive skin. He slid his hand over, tracing the shape of an eye that was squeezed shut felling what was either the beginning of crow’s feet or laugh lines at the corner, his eye felt damp. Crowley brushed his thumb under the mans eye, brushing away the dampness of tears that he didn’t know the cause of while the hand he had left in the mans hair slid down, felt laugh lines framing his nose, perfect for a man who always sounded so happy and them slid his fingers to the others mouth, felt that he was biting his bottom lip, keeping it trapped with his teeth “stop that now” he spoke quietly, sliding his thumb over the man’s lip until the teeth released it and then slid his thumb over it twice more, once to check for damage and once to sooth before finishing his exploration. Cupping the man’s cheeks in his palms Crowley leaned forward, pressing his lips to the man’s forehead “I see you” he whispered and both felt and heard the mans breath shutter, one of his hands coming up to grab the back of Crowley’s shirt “why are you crying” he questioned just as quietly but felt Aziraphale shake his head, gently so as not to displace Crowley “no reason dear heart, no reason at all” Crowley’s lips quirked slightly, not believing the man for a moment, but he’d let him have his secrets. This time. Having a vague picture of what Aziraphale looked like in his mind didn’t help his own anxieties but the warmth when the man pulled him close, the feeling of his sigh against the side of his neck, the feeling of one of his hands combing through his hair and the warmth of his embrace curling in his middle like a satisfied cat. It was enough to set his anxieties to rest.

He slid his hand over, tracing the shape of an eye that was squeezed shut felling what was either the beginning of crow’s feet or laugh lines at the corner, his eye felt damp.

Crowley brushed his thumb under the mans eye, brushing away the dampness of tears that he didn’t know the cause of while the hand he had left in the mans hair slid down, felt laugh lines framing his nose, perfect for a man who always sounded so happy and them slid his fingers to the others mouth, felt that he was biting his bottom lip, keeping it trapped with his teeth

“stop that now” he spoke quietly, sliding his thumb over the man’s lip until the teeth released it and then slid his thumb over it twice more, once to check for damage and once to sooth before finishing his exploration.

Cupping the man’s cheeks in his palms Crowley leaned forward, pressing his lips to the man’s forehead “I see you” he whispered and both felt and heard the mans breath shutter, one of his hands coming up to grab the back of Crowley’s shirt

“why are you crying” he questioned just as quietly but felt Aziraphale shake his head, gently so as not to displace Crowley “no reason dear heart, no reason at all”

Crowley’s lips quirked slightly, not believing the man for a moment, but he’d let him have his secrets. This time.

Having a vague picture of what Aziraphale looked like in his mind didn’t help his own anxieties but the warmth when the man pulled him close, the feeling of his sigh against the side of his neck, the feeling of one of his hands combing through his hair and the warmth of his embrace curling in his middle like a satisfied cat.

It was enough to set his anxieties to rest.

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