Compilation of Good Omens One Shots

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Just to say, this one is for a contest!

Context: Aziraphale keeps visiting Crowley in his dreams, and it’s starting to annoy Crowley, especially because he’s scared that he might see things that he wasn’t supposed to see…

A small one inspired by a comment under YT vid “Luv Note” 😃

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  It wasn't the first time Aziraphale visited Crowley's dreams. He used to do it punctually, when he had something really important to tell him, or when he couldn't join Crowley during one of his century-long naps. The demon had always been rather annoyed, of course, saying it was an intrusion in his privacy. The angel didn't understand why it would be, after all, everyone dreams about the same things, don’t they? Still, Crowley didn't like it. But after the Armageddidn’t, Aziraphale started to do it more often, without thinking about Crowley's complaints. He wanted to be close to the demon at all times, and now that they could actually do it, Crowley was still spending nights (and even days) away in his flat! Aziraphale felt it wasn’t fair.

  But when this time, he slid inside of the demon’s head, Crowley was waiting. He took the angel by his collar and pushed him to the wall, sulfur eyes burning in anger.

  ‘Why won’t you listen?! I told you not to come back!’ he hissed.
  ‘But why?’ asked Aziraphale, unaware of the other's – very obvious – anger.
  ‘I- You- ngk.’ he sighed. ‘It’s just not right to intrude into somebody’s head! Ever heard of dystopias? It’s what the bad guys do! Now just get out!’
  ‘But…’
  ‘GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!!!’

  Aziraphale was suddenly pushed away, as if Crowley's conscience had been resisting. The angel stayed still, back in his bookshop, far from Crowley's mind. It had never happened before. Crowley was… distressed? Maybe, yes. What was certain is that it was powerful enough to throw Aziraphale off. The angel shook his head. Crowley had always had such a powerful will. But why was he so scared? After all, it was just Aziraphale, his friend…

  The next morning, Crowley didn’t show up at the bookshop as usual. Aziraphale took it as a grudge from the preceding night, and he felt a bit of remorse. He still didn’t understand, but knew Crowley wouldn't explain, not now. “I’ll try tonight,” he thought, picking up the phone to call for a food delivery. He then invited Crowley, calling him this time, to apologize for what he had done. Aziraphale might not have understood how it was wrong, but he knew that Crowley didn't like it at all, and he didn't want his demon to feel bad because of him. The redhead sighed, but eventually accepted.

  ‘I’ll be there by 6:30, don’t leave me waiting outside.’ he said.
  ‘Of course, my dear,’ answered Aziraphale. ‘I’ll leave the door open for you.’

  The time came, and so did Crowley. As an act of rebellion, he was in front of the shop at 6:15, which of course didn’t bother Aziraphale. And really, Crowley was just pretending to still be mad.

  The pair talked, laughed, and Aziraphale even succeeded in making Crowley eat something. They drank a lot, too. At some point, it was dark out the window, and Aziraphale asked why Crowley wouldn't let him visit him in his sleep. At that precise moment, the demon stopped smiling – to the angel’s great disappointment – and answering.

  ‘I mean,’ tried the angel, ‘I just want to… to be close to you, you know… And you sleep so much, and you don’t even stay… I’m starting to believe that you don’t like me,’ he concluded with teary eyes.
  ‘I do!’ protested the demon, without thinking (alcohol doesn’t help his last brain cell). ‘It’sssss… I want to be with you, too. Jusssst…’
  ‘What?’

  Crowley leaned back into his seat, and made an effort to think.

  ‘Come with me, there's ssssomething… something I want to show you. Can’t tell you. Sscared. But I'll show you.’

  He headed to the couch and threw himself on it. He then signified to Aziraphale that he could come.

  ‘Come with me,’ he whispered. ‘Just don’t let me see you.’

  Crowley fell asleep. It was sudden, he closed his eyes and then, he was sleeping like a baby. Aziraphale understood. He sat in the loveseat and closed his eyes, plunging into Crowley's dreams.

  It was strange. He was in his bookshop, at the exact same place that he was a moment ago. He heard laughter coming from the unused kitchen – by the time, he should've made it disappear. The angel followed the sound, trying not to be heard. When he looked in the door, he saw himself and Crowley, visibly trying to cook something, though it seemed a complete mess. And Crowley laughed, he laughed so truly! His eyes went down a bit and he saw Crowley's hand on his double’s. The dream ‘Aziraphale’ stood up to the stove and started cleaning, and Crowley joined him.

  The demon had his hands around the angel’s hips, hugging him from behind, and giving him small kisses in the neck. From the doorframe, Aziraphale understood. He retired himself from the demon’s mind, opening his eyes on the real world. He turned to the sleeping demon on the sofa next to him, smiling in his sleep.

  The angel came to sit next to the demon – truly his demon. He placed some of his hair out of his face, smiling, staring at him fondly.

  ‘You silly old snake.’ he chuckled. ‘You didn’t have to hide it from me.’

  Aziraphale started to stand, then froze, hesitating. He leaned in to kiss the demon’s forehead – in his sleep, Crowley smiled a bit more.

  ‘Sleep tight, love.’