Aziraphale starts to receive anonymous love letters one day and starts overthinking, hoping to God that it's Crowley writing them, but he has to bee realistic. There's no way his favorite serpent could love him... Right? ~ This is gonna be a shorter fic since I'm better at writing angst in my opinion but since Valentines day so y'know ;P No characters are mine and were created by Sir Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman Cover art not mine