Good Omens One-shots

Count Ziraphale (Rated PG13)

Summary:

Crowley and Aziraphale are supposed to be at the Shadwell's for a Halloween party, but Aziraphale's lack of confidence in his costume is causing them to run behind. Crowley can't imagine that his husband looks bad, but he doesn't quite get his nervousness.
After Crowley gets a good look at his angel, he makes the executive decision to spend the night in.

Notes:

Written for the Tricketyboo 2020 prompt 'eyes in the dark' by Scrapbramble. This is level zero spookiness. It's just some husbands fluff.

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"Come on, Aziraphale!" Crowley bellows. "You've been in the bedroom for over an hour! We've gotta go! Time's a-wastin'!"

"I ... I don't know if we should," Aziraphale's timid voice answers.

"Wot?" Crowley frowns at the closed door, annoyed that his angel has kept him waiting this long if he's just going to decide not to go. He's only mildly annoyed, however, since he's been sipping at a bottle of his favorite bourbon to pass the time, so it's not actually been a waste. "Why?"

"I ... I may want to re-think my costume. I think ... I may have made a mistake."

Crowley shakes his head and takes a swig this time. Personally, he'd opted not to put on a costume. He's not much for fancy dress, and besides, he feels he's terrifying enough being himself. But Aziraphale hasn't been to a real costume party in ages. And he was so excited about the persona he'd come up with, too. Would be a shame for him to change his mind at this late hour.

"A mistake? How could you have made a mistake?"

"Well, that happens when one doesn't think a decision through completely," Aziraphale says tightly. "That's why it's called a mistake."

"But you were looking forward to being a vampire for Halloween. It's all you've talked about for weeks. Was gettin' downright annoying, to be honest."

Crowley mutters that last part into his bottle.

"Why are we even going to a Halloween party? Halloween is more of an American holiday, isn't it?" Aziraphale offers, trying to come up with a roundabout way out - one that Crowley could object to on Aziraphale's behalf, thus "convincing" him to stay the course and go.

"The Shadwells invited us," Crowley reminds him, playing along. "And may I remind you that you were the one who said It's only once a year, Crowley, dear. We'll go, make the rounds with our friends, then pop back home for a nightcap. And I think we should stick to that plan."

Crowley doesn't actually think they should stick to that plan. Crowley would love to stay home. He couldn't care less either way. The Shadwells have a decent liquor cabinet. That alone would be worth the drive. But he knows Aziraphale will regret not going. And since he loves Aziraphale, he'll do what makes him happy.

Aziraphale sighs. "You're absolutely right. We did RSVP. It would be rude not to attend."

Crowley takes a final swig out of his bottle and belches. "That's the spirit. So ... are you coming out?"

"That depends ... are you going to see me?"

"Nah." Crowley puts his empty bottle down and reaches for another, seeing as, at this rate, they may never leave the flat. "I don't have to see a thing. In fact, I can just drive with my eyes shut. Done it before. Loads of times."

"You're being overdramatic."

Says the pot to the kettle, Crowley thinks. "Am not. Being completely truthful."