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yall we all know Crowley would freak out about it for ages
he would have every little detail meticulously planned out months in advance like the romantic he really is
Aziraphale totally knew he was going to propose for ages (Crowley literally left the business pamphlet for the engagement photographer on the bookshop table by accident on two separate occasions)
he spent hours arguing with the ringsmith to make sure that the ring was PERFECT
inscribed on it in looping cursive is the phrase "my world"
one spring morning Aziraphale woke up to find a note next to his pillow that just read 'Angel - Berkeley square. 2:00.'
(Crowley had re-written that note over 30 times, attempts ranging from a page long love letter to two words on a piece of otherwise blank paper.)
Aziraphale, of course, made sure to wear his best outfit for the occasion, seeing as Crowley was probably the least-subtle being in the universe when it came to secret proposal planning.
Crowley's speech was hesitant at first, like he half expected to be turned down, but as he began speaking the words he had prepped and scrapped and written over and over again, his confidence grew until he was able to meet Aziraphale's eyes and see the blazing in his Angel's expression.
In the end, he forgot most of what he had planned to say, and just started saying what he felt was right.
Crowley: We've known each other a long time - we're a group, a team. A team of the two of us. And we've spent our entire existence pretending that we're not...apart from these last few years, which have been the best years of my life...Angel? Make me the happiest demon in the world, which, I know, is basically like asking you to make me the fastest sloth, but I -
Aziraphale: Oh Crowley...oh Crowley, Yes.
Crowley: ...Yes?
Azriaphale: Yes.