The Divine Demon (Good Omens, Crowley x OC)

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Ava
The bell rang as I walked into the antique bookshop.

"Aziraphale?" I called for my good friend. I've been friends with him for a while. It all started when I came into his shop looking for a particular book, I can't remember the name of it now, but instead of a book, I got a friendship that I hope lasts a lifetime, or at least until the world ends.

I walked around, looking at the books piled on top of one another. Dust flew into the air as I ran my fingers across the covers. I huffed and plopped down on the leather couch.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Zira?!" I shouted, using the nickname I gave him when we first met. His real name was too much for me to say at first, so I gave him a nickname.

Suddenly, a loud crash came from the backroom of the shop. I jumped up and immediately ran back there. I stopped in my tracks and laughed. There, on the floor, lay Aziraphale with a book in his hands. Aww, he fell asleep reading. He looks so peaceful, almost angelic. Should I wake him up? Hmm, maybe I should mess with him.

"Aziraphale..." I sang softly. His eyebrows furrowed in response. "Aziraphale... it's me." This time his response was a snort. "AZIRAPHALE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

His upper body jolted upward, and he looked around frantically with wide eyes. "Oh, dear! I'm up! I'm up!" He shouted back.

I giggled. "Hi!"

Aziraphale collected himself and stood up in front of me. Perfect posture and hands folded, as always. "Oh! Ava, dear! I am so glad you're here! Please excuse me; I must have fallen asleep!"

I smiled at him, "Don't worry, it's okay! What shall we read today?" Ever since we started hanging out, which was whenever he wasn't with his other friend, we always read a book together.

"Ah, yes. I just got a new book in. It's called The Nice And Accurate Prophecies Of Agnes Nutter, Witch. She lived a very long time ago in the 1600s. She almost was burned at the stake." Zira stated.

"How dreadful!" I exclaimed. "Not the book I mean, the part about her almost burning."

He chuckled. "Oh, it's okay! She predicted it. The burning never happened, though. She stuffed gun powder and nails in her dress and ended up killing everyone who came to watch her burn."

"That's terrible," I replied. Terrible, yet clever. I admire her for that.

We moved to the couch and sat down to read the prophecies. I slumped a bit, while Aziraphale had a perfect posture. He began telling me how a charming descendant of Agnes Nutter gave him the book to keep for himself.

After about an hour of reading, we both grew tired and decided to stop for now. My friend walked into the backroom to put the sacred book in a particular place where no one could take it from him.

Loud music sounded from outside. I recognized it as Queen. I started to close my eyes, but the front doors blew open, preventing me from doing so.

In walked a tall, stalky man with fiery red hair and designer sunglasses. My breath caught in my throat, and I started coughing. I tried to suppress it with a pillow, so he didn't see me. Holy shit, he's hot. His black suit and snakeskin boots make him look amazing. His lips are pressed into a fine line as he looks around the room.

The handsome man started to speak. "Oi, Angel! Are you here? I've got a story for you. You'll love this. I ran into Hastur on my way here-" He stooped speaking as soon as he laid his eyes on me. He cocked his head to the side and leaned back slightly, examining me. I began to feel self-conscious, so I folded my arms around me.

The mysterious man in front of me cleared his throat. "Uh, Angel? Aziraphale!" He never took his eyes off of me as he spoke.

Aziraphale's head peaked around the corner. "Crowley! What a lovely surprise!" He excitedly said as he walked over to give the newcomer a welcoming hug.

The two men talked for a bit as if I wasn't there. I tried not to be rude and eavesdrop, but I couldn't help it.

"...And then Hastur came out of nowhere! He just appeared from, you know, where I come from." Crowley glanced at me when he said that last part. "He tried to trick me into going home when I told all of them to leave me alone. For the love of Satan, can you believe the nerve of some dem- people?"

For the love of Satan? Why does he call Aziraphale Angel? Where does he come from? What did he almost say instead of people? Why do I care?

Aziraphale chuckled and made a comment about this Hastur person. He glanced over at me and jumped. "Goodness me! Please, excuse my manners! Crowley this is Ava, Ava this is Crowley." He pointed back and forth between Crowley and me.

I felt my face turn red as I looked at Crowley. "Hi," I said shyly. "Nice to meet you."

He chuckled, "No need to be shy, love. I don't bite."

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Sometimes." He mumbled as he licked his lips. Aziraphale gently kicked his ankle in response.

Aziraphale broke the awkward silence in the air. "Why don't we go out for tea?" He suggested.

I followed the two men out the door, who seemed to be in a deep conversation.