Every Day // Good Omens

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"Tell me you said no."

Crowley was really starting to lose hope. Aziraphale wasn't listening to a word he was saying - too caught up in this Heaven promotion to hear his silent cries. Clearly he wasn't as important to him as the Angels who called him 'traitor' right to his face.

"If I'm in charge, I can make a difference!" Aziraphale argued. Crowley let out a pained sigh. He needed to tell Aziraphale what he'd discussed with Maggie and Nina earlier, and maybe it was better that he wasn't really listening. So, summoning up every ounce of courage he had, he began to talk.

"So... we've known each other for a long time, we've been on this planet for a long time! I mean, you and me. I can always rely on you, you can always rely on me." For once in the past five minutes, Aziraphale was actually listening to what he was saying.

"We're a team. A group. And... we spend our existence pretending that we aren't." even though this was an established fact, it didn't stop the weight in Crowley's chest growing heavier. "And I would really like to spend- look, what I mean is, if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can, just the two of us! We don't need Heaven, we don't need Hell!" - Crowley's mouth soured at the mention of both places - "They're toxic. We need to get away from them, to just be us. You and I! So, what do you say?"

He'd finally said it. All Crowley could do was to stare, longingly, at the other while he processed what just happened. He could tell Aziraphale was torn.

"Come with me!" he eventually pleaded, desperation clear in his tearful eyes. "Be my second in command - we can make a difference!"
This time, it was Crowley who seemed desperate. "You can't leave this bookshop..."
Memories of the past came flooding back to him all at once. He knew Aziraphale too well - he was problematically attached to the building. However, to his complete shock, he sighed.

"Oh Crowley... nothing lasts forever."
"No..." his voice quietened as the weight of the Angel's words sunk in. " No, I don't suppose it does."

After 6,000 years of endless pining, surely he wouldn't choose them over him?! But that was the truth. As devastated as Crowley was, he knew there was no way to change his mind.

"Good luck, then."

"Good luck?!" by that point, the Demon was already at the door. Facing away from Aziraphale. "Crowley, come back! To Heaven!"

Just the mention of that place made him shiver.

"Work with me. We can be together, as Angels, doing good!"
One more step towards the door. It seemed like the Angel had really made his mind up. As much as it sickened Crowley to imagine a world without him, he decided that maybe this is what Aziraphale really wanted. Maybe he wasn't enough to keep him here on Earth. And maybe, just maybe, he didn't deserve love from an Angel.

"Crowley, I need you."

He froze for a second. But again, he was too overwhelmed by his own thoughts to actually believe him.

"I don't think you understand what I'm offering you." Aziraphale's tone was suddenly stern, unlike anything Crowley had heard in years.

"I think I understand - I understand better than you do."

"Well..." Aziraphale was struggling. He couldn't bear to see the Demon he not so secretly loved walking out that door. "then... there's nothing more to say."

"Listen." Crowley spoke suddenly. "Do you hear that?"

"I... I don't hear anything...?"

"That's the point. No nightingale's singing." He spat, his voice cold and sharp - much like a blade. But this metaphorical weapon shattered at the sight of the Angel he loved, at the sight of his beautifully soft face full of desperation. Even after this confrontation, Crowley couldn't take seeing Aziraphale like that.

"You idiot. We could have been... us." Aziraphale had never heard such raw emotion from Crowley before. And he seemed to be just full of surprises that day.

Crowley practically ran across the shop, feeling like he was being pulled by some sort of huge magnet. And before long, he was in Aziraphale's arms.

And he kissed him.

The kiss was harsh, almost violent. Crowley let his locked up emotions free as he held onto the Angel with an iron grip. He was only partly relieved however - anger burned through him, a strong anger that held Aziraphale in its grasp. The Angel was suddenly brought back to the real world, where Crowley was here in front of him. Holding him. The hazy daydream he'd been in vanished at the Demon's touch. Suddenly feeling in control, he wrapped his arms around him, kissing back harder. It was safe to say that this was way overdue (as in 6,000 years overdue). But unfortunately, much like everything else in this cursed universe, their bliss didn't last forever.

The silence was deafening as Crowley waited, his sleek serpent eyes shining with unshed tears. The words that Aziraphale could feel at the tip of his tongue shocked even himself.

'I forgive you' is what he felt like he needed to say. But, slowly, that odd voice in the back of his mind disappeared. Instead, he looked out the window to where the Metatron was waiting - tapping his foot on the pavement next to the lift back up to Heaven. What was he doing? Leaving the only goddamned soul who gave a toss about him?! Now that he could think clearly again, he knew where he needed to be. Who he needed to be with.

"I... I need you, Crowley."

"You should have thought about that before you went around making stupid deals with Heaven." He was headed for the door, with one destination in mind. At least he'd be safe to break in the comfort of the Bentley. He didn't think he could deal with looking back at Aziraphale, knowing it will be the last time they cross paths. For the rest of eternity.

"Crowley, please!" The Angel's mad scrambling to reach the door before him just added salt to the wound. He wasn't strong enough to speak.

"CROWLEY! I'M NOT GOING WITH THEM."

The words hit like a bullet ripping through Crowley's heart. His grip on the shop door handle loosened, and as he processed what Aziraphale had just said, he let the Angel drag him back into the building. he treasured every second of the Angel's touch.

"I can't lose you. Not after this long." He himself was beginning to tear up just at the prospect of what he was about to do. "Like you say, Dear, we rely on each other."

Crowley couldn't help it - 6,000 years worth of repressing his feelings was bound to end badly. But he wasn't just crying. He was sobbing. His heart ached for a future he knew they both wanted, but somehow had never managed to reach. He was finally able to process how big his love for Aziraphale was. And, on top of this, he was still in the comfort of the bookshop - the familiar, distinct aroma of hot chocolate and books were a source of comfort.

Aziraphale hadn't left him. No, the love of his life hadn't left him. Instead he was wrapped up in his cosy arms, letting the tears stain his pristine coat. It wasn't just his tears that fell, though. Aziraphale's body shook, trying to contain his sobs for the sake of Crowley. However, in a matter of seconds, the Angel wrapped himself around the other, crying uncontrollably into his shoulder. Finally alone after so long, they felt genuinely safe in each other's arms. And safety wasn't something they had felt in a long time.

They really were safe. But most importantly, they were safe together.

// Hello!

I hope you enjoyed chapter one of this new story. I just finished watching Season 2 of Good Omens and it is safe to say that I am emotionally damaged :')

The basic premise is going off the widely acknowledged head cannon that the Metatron put something in Aziraphale's coffee. Definitely not just me trying to cope rn-

Btw I will be putting a song on each chapter that I have on my Ineffable Husbands Spotify playlists (like I did with my last fic), so if you'd be interested in the full playlist let me know.

Anyway! Votes, and comments are really appreciated, but not necessary. And thank you for reading!

Have a great day / night :p

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