One-Shots - Good Omens | Ineffable Husbands

Replacing The Bentley, I see?

TW: None

The day had been quite nice so far. No rain, no clouds, just a bright sun, and a slight breeze. Aziraphale was sitting comfortably in his bookshop, happy to be surrounded by the antique books. The sound of his phone singing suddenly disturbed his peace.

Aziraphale got up and removed the phone from its stand.

"Hello?" He answered.

"Hey, Aziraphale!" It was a voice that Aziraphale would never forget, a voice that made him smile every time he heard it no matter what mood he was in.

"Hello, Crowley," He greeted.

"What are you doing right now?" Crowley asked.

"Well-" Aziraphale started.

"Great! Come outside,"

"What?" Aziraphale asked, cocking his head.

"Come outside! You won't regret it!" Crowley said. His voice sounded overly cheery, which was much different from how he usually sounded. He's up to something.

"Why would I regret it?" Aziraphale asked, but the line had already gone dead.

The angel sighed and placed the phone back before straightening out his jacket. It had been a few days since he had last seen Crowley, so Aziraphale figured he would go along with whatever Crowley was up to.

He stepped out of the shop looking for the sleek Bentley, which was a force of habit of course. When he did not see the Bentley, he became confused.

"Hey, angel!" Crowley called out.

Aziraphale turned around to see Crowley parked at the corner of the bookshop. He wasn't parked in the Bentley, though, he was sitting atop of a large black motorbike.

"What on Earth is that?!" Aziraphale exclaimed, approaching Crowley.

"You like? I just got it," Crowley gestured to the chic bike beneath him.

It looked quite fitting, actually. It was black and silver, the same as the Bentley, and had the bottom pipes exposed, giving the whole thing a vintage feel. Crowley sat towards the front, leaning on the shining handlebars, allowing Aziraphale to see that there was another seat behind him.

"Got it from where?" Aziraphale asked, his mouth still hanging slightly open.

"Someone on the block by my flat was selling. A temptation or two later and I'm walking out with a new motorcycle!"

"So you stole it?" Aziraphale assumed.

"No! Temptations and stealing are very different. I just... told him that I really needed it and with the wink of an eye, he started going on about how much he didn't need it anymore and blah blah blah. It was his choice to give it to me!" Crowley defended himself.

Aziraphale scoffed.

"So come on then, hop on," Crowley invited, patting the seat behind him.

"Absolutely not!" Aziraphale declared.

"For Heaven's sake, Angel, I'm not going to discorporate us!" Crowley said as if Aziraphale was crazy for thinking that getting on the back of a motorcycle with Crowley was a dangerous idea.

"I beg to differ, dear. Based on the way you drive your car-"

"Fine, fine. I won't go as fast," Crowley looked up at Aziraphale.

"Do you even know how to ride a motorcycle?"

"I did just fine on the way over here," Crowley smiled a little.