Angel Shot || Good Omens

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Sorry I know this is annoying. I just had to say a couple of small things beforehand.

I don't really have a layout for this fan fiction (plan, whatever) I'm just going for it. I have no idea what direction this is headed.

This is my first time trying this by the way (writing an "actual ff"). I'm absolute buttox at writing so it might not be that good but I do enjoy reading and I really like good omens and season 2 destroyed me. I love these two characters and know we won't see them for another couple years so I wanted to write this for fun.

Hope like it 😭

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[11:47 PM]

"Fucking hell."

Crowley sighed deeply. It was getting late and he was so ready to end his shift and get home.

He softly tidied his his dark maroon hair with his hands, glancing around the bar. There was a small group of boys chatting quietly in the corner to the left. It was about to reach midnight, and The Enterprise was definitely ready to sleep for the night along with Crowley. Obviously he didn't entirely hate working there since he enjoyed dealing with alcohol and getting a bit of a discount on it (by a bit, he meant a fraction of a fraction. However, that didn't change the fact he was at least saving some money).

The three finally got up to leave. One of them was way more wasted than the other two. He was singing and mumbling, swaying side to side gently bumping into his friends once in a while. The two were trying to support him since the boy was practically flopping around like bird with a broken wing. Crowley observed them until they were out of sight.

He got up from his drooping posture and began humming and gathering the cups and whatever garbage people didn't bother to throw out themselves, whether on accident or not.

The door opened gently and soundlessly.

"hm..hmm...You'll love me when you see meaAAH-??!"

"Oh! Oh dear- I apologize for the sudden er..surprise." he said smiling softly.

He looked a little awkward but somewhat cute at once. It was a man with extraordinarily light blonde hair, almost white. He resembled a cherub. The stranger was wearing very proper and 'prim' attire, which aided the resemblance even more.

Crowley jumped back, feeling his heart drop for a moment, and the bundle of glass pints he was holding. He was quite relieved he didn't. It would piss him off if he had to spend his pay check on something stupid (again). His glasses tipped off slightly, revealing his large brown eyes. You could probably see your own reflection in them if you stood at the right angle.

"Bloody christ-! Where'd you pop in from?" He said shuffling behind counter, setting everything down. "Did you want something? We- er.. I'm about to close down the store for the night." he continued on cleaning up.

The man followed behind and set himself in front of the counter. "Ah, yes well then. I absolutely adore magic tricks, they're very intriguing. I had gotten into them quite a while back and have been in love ever since." he said in an upbeat voice. "Wow. Isn't that just lovely." Crowley replied with a sarcastic smile smeared on his face, as he wiped down the counter. "Yes yes! So, I was curious if I could make an appearance on stage tomorrow night to perform my amazing tricks!" he said enthusiastically, accidentally dropping a card from his sleeve. The man quickly caught it before it hit the floor, embarrassed. Crowley was beat, but the man in front of him was just so happy.

Even though he wasn't the nicest person, a part of him was still a little soft inside. It would probably make his day even worse if he finished his shift knowing he let someone this bright down. "Yeah sure, whatever. My boss won't care that much since there's practically nobody here. Most days anyways." He clapped excitedly for a moment, "Wow I really do thank you! This is just so..splendid! You really are kind." Crowley slipped a bottle from the neat wooden shelves into his bag. It looked a little like those old doctors bags. "No need for thanks. And don't call me kind. Eugh."

The man studied the grumpy figure for a moment, then continued, "Oh right! Introductions. How rude of me. My name is Aziraphale." "Well hello there. Now, goodbye." he said grabbing his things then opening the door to let Aziraphale out. He pulled the store keys from his bag, proceeding to lock it. "Erm, I do admire your hair." he said standing behind him. His tone was very happy-go-lucky, almost like a storyteller. Crowley could tell he was trying to be as polite as possible since he did him a favour, even though it wasn't much. It was a lot to Aziraphale, though.

Crowley turned around raising an eyebrow. "Thank you I suppose. Er, your hair is..quite a shade as well." He felt kind of awkward, he hadn't received compliments frequently. This was the first time someone had really talked to him in a bit, apart from the drunkard lady from the other day. That didn't count. They both stood in silence for a small moment. Then, without warning, rain began to slowly patter the ground. Obviously it was just drizzling. For now. There was no doubt it would get harder since it had been raining for quite some time this past week.

Aziraphale fluidly stuck his hand in his pocket coat, taking a hold of an umbrella. He gently popped it open and held it over the two of them as the rain slowly began to speed up, bruising the concrete ground. They basked in the silence for a good minute, but it wasn't as weird anymore. The rain gave off a background noise, and in a way, it was oddly calming..or comforting? A mix of both. "D'you have a ride back?" Crowley began, breaking the moment. He turned to him, "Ah...no. I could perhaps catch a cab-" "In this weather?" he interrupted almost keenly. "No no you're right. I hope I'm not troubling you with this."

It was going to be a dark and stormy night.