without you, i'm nothing .♧. crowfur/aziracrow .♧. GOOD OMENS

1 .♧. won't you join me now

There the fiery haired demon was stumbling up to his old spacious Mayfair flat, a half-empty bottle of whiskey occupying his right hand and a small plant pot trempling in his left.

"Oh stop it" He mumbled with a certain spite in his tone, the sound of shaking leaves coming to a halt.

It had been a few hours since his angel had departed to heaven and just like any victim of heartbreak would do, the demon sunk into his vices. He'd been sitting in the bentley just down the road from the block of flats sulking among many miracled bottles of alcohol. What else do you use to fill a hole in your heart?

Crowley needed a rest and he wasn't spending another night sleeping in such a crammed space. He remembered Shax saying that he could have his flat back and headed up as quickly as he could, missing the comfort of his old bed, his old floor, his old walls, missing anything he could sleep on really.

Finally reaching his old home, tucking the previously frightened plant under his arm, Crowley snapped his fingers and watched the front door fly open. Walking in with a hiccup escaping his mouth he snapped his fingers once more to close the door, placing the small plant down on a nearby table.

"Mmgk... I'll get the rest of you when I wake up" He muttered as he walked further into the flat.

"Who's there?" A voice spoke throughout the flat, Crowley freezing in his step. No one was supposed to be here, Shax had moved out, right? Well, she is a demon and they do lie.

With curiosity the demon continued to stumble with his whiskey clutched in his palm. Suddenly the door to the throne room flung open, a figure standing in the doorway. They were familiar...but he couldn't place his finger on who it was.

"What are you doing here?" Crowley slurred, flailing his finger about in attempt to point towards the figure.

"Could say the same for you" They replied, Crowley giving a puzzled look in return.

"Who's 're you?" The red haired demon questioned, the sentence barely leaving his mouth as the drunkness impaired any coherent speech.

"Seriously? You saw me literally three hours ago" They replied and Crowley simply looked with a blank expression. With annoyance, they continued.
"Furfur ring any bells?"

"Ah" Crowley responded, his memory jogged. "Right yesss I-" A burp interrupting. "I remember, sssorry" The latter rolled his eyes in response.

"Anyway, this isn't your flat anymore, you shouldn't be here" Furfur insisted.

"If I remember correctly thisss flat was assigned to me by hell and you were assigned to process the new arrivals" Crowley said with a drunken smirk. "Ssso it's not really yours either"

"Well actually I've been given a promotion" The other demon cockily spoke, earning a disbelieving laugh from Crowley who was remembering the last time the demon had tried to get a promotion.
"With Shax being demoted after their little stunt, I'm her replacement here on Earth."

Crowley cocked an eyebrow at the stag. 'Replaced her that fast, huh? Took ages for them to replace me' He thought to himself, taking another swig from his bottle.

"Bit pointless" The red haired demon began. "No really, these humans don't even need temptin-" Hic. " 'xcuse me. I mean, you should see some of the ssshit they come up with"

"I don't need your input, serpent" Furfur said with fake spite. In reality he would love to hear Crowley advise him, tell him what to do, just talk to him and be close to... 'No. No, stop it' He thought to himself, emptying his mind of such imagery.
"Anyway I thought you lived at your precious angels bookshop" This time the spite in his tone was intentional. Crowleys blank face quickly formed a sour expression.

"Ngk" Was all he uttered as he stared down at the bottle of whiskey he posessed. He stayed like that for a few seconds, Furfur quickly losing his patience.

"I don't have time for this I have paperwork to do, I suggest you leave" Furfur spoke as he turned on his heel and back to the throne he had previously been sat on. A slight nervous feeling entered his belly when Crowley didn't reply with some snide remark about how hells got a demon doing paperwork during their duty on Earth or something like that. That's the kind of thing he'd say.

He looked up at Crowley puzzlingly, the demon was still stood there staring at the bottle that appeared to have suddenly filled to the brim. 'What the hell?' He thought before shaking his head and focusing his vision back onto the sheets of paper in front of him.

'He's gone' Crowley spoke, his voice deep and seemingly sobered up.

Furfurs ears pricked up like a deer hearing it's predator step on a twig. The angel was gone. The immovable object that had been in his way all this time... was gone.

"What happened?" The stag-like demon asked with sincerity, a strange emotion he'd never felt before. Crowley chuckled darkly.

"Oh wouldn't you like to know" The red haired demon rasped as he snapped his fingers to miracle the whiskey bottle away. He hadn't any use for it now that he was sober. Furfur swallowed a lump he didn't realise was in his throat. Crowleys expression softened as he spoke again:
"You're not the only one who got a promotion, he's supreme archangel now with Gabriel running off and all that" He gestured with his hand as he talked. There was a sadness in Crowleys eyes and his sclera had grown in size.

The other demon felt relief and glee at the good news. Finally nothing was standing in his way of the thing he'd been wanting for so very long. On the outside however, his expression was one of sympathy as he watched Crowley sulk in his despair.

"You can stay here, if you like" Furfur offered. Crowley immediately looked up making eye contact with the other demon. That was exactly what he'd offered Aziraphale after armageddon, something he offered the angel that was then rejected. Another moment to add to his long list. Crowley didn't notice Fufurs change in attitude until now and he was slightly cautious of him.

He did really miss his flat though.

"Really?" Crowley asked, the other nodding in response. The red haired demon offered a small smile before walking out of the doorway and beginning to walk away.

"Thank you" Crowley said through an awkward cough followed by a smirk as he popped his head back into the doorway.

"Yeah yeah don't rub it in" Furfur groaned at the cocky bastard, watching him walk away from the door again.

His face was in his hands as heat spread across his cheeks.

'What have i gotten myself into?'