One-Shots - Good Omens | Ineffable Husbands

J

I know this one is kinda short and silly, but I don't know how occupied with this online school mess and whatnot so I wanted to get out another one-shot for y'all. Enjoy lol.

Angels and Demons are immortal. They don't die. They have all the time in the world to experiment with new styles, new hobbies and, if they deem it necessary, new names. Crowley was no stranger to new names- after all, he had changed his name a few times. The first time was when he fell from Heaven and he had to dispose of his angel name. The second time was because he thought that Crawly was too... squirm at your feet-ish. The final time wasn't really a name change, just a name expansion. Anthony J. Crowley. That is what he picked as his full name.

Aziraphale had once asked what the J meant, and he had refused to tell him. Crowley thought that Aziraphale had forgotten about the mysterious letter, but there they were, almost 80 years later, and Aziraphale decided to ask the question again.

"Crowley?" Aziraphale asked as the pair strolled through Berkeley Square.

"Yeah?"

"You still go by Anthony J. Crowley, yes?"

Crowley nodded his head.

It really was a lovely day to take a walk. The sun was beaming down on all the trees, their leaves just beginning to show the smallest tints of orange and yellow. There was a slight breeze, but it wasn't a 'nip at your skin' kind of breeze, it was just a nice breeze.

"What does the J stand for?" Aziraphale asked, taking a seat on one of the benches placed along the path.

Crowley slumped down next to him. "I told you, it's just a J,"

"But why J? I'm not judging, I'm just wondering why you picked it," Aziraphale said, his eyes glued on a flock of birds pecking at the ground in front of them.

Crowley had a very good reason for choosing the J. Well, maybe it wasn't a good reason, but it was a reason. A very drunken reason.

"Fine then. Don't tell me," Aziraphale said, his voice going up slightly in pretend annoyance.

"You're going to laugh at me," Crowley stated.

"Am not!"

Crowley scoffed. "Whatever, it was years ago. I was drunk one night and I was trying to come up with some ways to spice up my name. I don't really know how it happened, but when I sobered up and read the list I had written..."

"Written what, dear?" Aziraphale's interest was officially piqued.

Crowley drew in a breath. "Anthony... Janthony Crowley," He murmured.

"Sorry? I didn't quite catch that..."

"Janthony! The J stands for... Janthony," Crowley practically shouted.

"The J stands for what?! You had a whole list of names and you chose Janthony?" Aziraphale wore a smile of disbelief.

"I was drunk when I came up with it!" Crowley defended.

"You weren't drunk when you decided to keep it, though," Aziraphale was obviously trying to hold in a laugh.

"I felt drawn to it, okay? You said you wouldn't laugh,"

"I'm not laughing! I'm just... a little surprised is all. I think it's very unique," Aziraphale was literally biting his lip to keep the laugh from bursting out.

"I think it's very unique," Crowley mocked.

"We're going to be late for our reservations, so come along," Aziraphale stood up from the bench and looked back at Crowley. "Come on, Anthony Janthony Crowley,"

Crowley let out a scowl. "You see, this is why I wasn't going to tell you,"

"Well, I'm glad you did. But I'll drop the matter if you insist,"

"Thank you," Crowley let out a relieved sigh.

"Of course, Janthony," 

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