One-Shots - Good Omens | Ineffable Husbands

Contagious

When something is deemed 'contagious' it means that it can spread from one person to another. Sometimes, things other  than disease can be contagious. For example: emotions.

Aziraphale was well aware that emotions were contagious. Sure, Aziraphale doesn't hang around anyone besides Crowley, so you might be asking yourself 'what emotions could Crowley possibly radiate that would be contagious?'

Aziraphale knew better than to believe in stereotypes, and Crowley did nothing but help that case. You see, Crowley is a demon. Demons are fallen angels who are supposed to go around, performing temptations, and converting perfectly good people into "bad" ones. Aziraphale thought that everyone had good in them, so he didn't quite know how much work a demon would have to do to secure souls for Hell.

But that isn't the point.

The thing about demons is that they are supposed to be ruthless. They're supposed to not care about others. They're supposed to be rude, unpleasant, cynical and overall, not show any emotion that could be deemed as 'positive'.

The thing about Crowley, though, is that he was all these things. Yet at the same time, he wasn't. On the surface, he's exactly what a demon should be. He doesn't care, he doesn't think, and he comes off as rude and sarcastic. But if anyone were to spend let's say, three hours with him, their opinion on Crowley would have totally flipped around.

Of course, Crowley would never admit to this, but deep down he knew he was a little better than the rest of the demons. Aziraphale had spent three hours with Crowley- in fact, he had spent 6,000 years with Crowley.

In those 6,000 years, Aziraphale had learned that Crowley was not the stereotypical demon. He could get excited, happy, flustered. He could even care about other people.

Something about Crowley's hidden emotions was that they were very contagious. No matter what sort of mood Aziraphale was in, the minute he saw Crowley he couldn't help but smile.

That could very well be for underlying reasons, but when you put all that side you are left with one, simple truth: Crowley's emotions spread to others.

The moment the fiery-haired demon would smile, Aziraphale couldn't help but grin ear to ear. It was almost as if someone was possessing him, forcing him to be happy. When Crowley just did his thing, Aziraphale would smile to the point where his cheeks would hurt.

If you asked Aziraphale if he loved Crowley, the answer would be simple: Yes.

If you asked Crowley if he loved Aziraphale, the answer would be less simple. It would begin with him stuttering, maybe blushing or getting flustered. He would then go on to ask you to clarify the type of love, romantic or platonic? If you were to say platonic, he might give you an answer. Or he might not. He was a demon after all. If you were to say romantic, you would be guaranteed not to get an answer. It wouldn't be a no, but it wouldn't be a yes. Crowley would simply change the topic of conversation or cough a few times and then proceed to say he was running late to somewhere before dashing off.

Aziraphale didn't need to hear Crowley say that he loved him, because the way Crowley smiled at Aziraphale was the only answer he needed.

Strange thing, a smile. There are so many different types, and still Aziraphale knew every one of Crowley's. There was the 'I'm impressed', the 'You're an idiot', the 'I love you' and so many more. No matter which one it was, though, Aziraphale would always find himself smiling back.

That's why when Aziraphale got the news about the owner of a coffee shop he frequented had passed away, his first idea was to tell Crowley. Not tell Crowley about the death, because Aziraphale didn't want to deal with Crowley stumbling over his words as he tried to attempt to empathize.

Aziraphale simply told Crowley that they should go out for dinner. Crowley, as usual, accepted the invite.

The pair met that cold night at their usual dining table at The Ritz. Aziraphale sat alone, his eyes tracing the outline of his champagne glass as he waited for Crowley to arrive. He couldn't help but think about all the wonderful conversations he had with the coffee shop owner and how he would miss those conversations dearly.

Yet when a very certain non-stereotypical demon plopped down in the chair across from him, the sadness melted away.

"Hey, Aziraphale!" Crowley had greeted, beaming.

Aziraphale greeted him back, his lips turning up into a soft smile as there was nothing on the Earth that could stop him from being happy to see the demon Crowley.

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I won't lie, I don't really know what this is. I guess this more of an emotional thing, kind of like a big thank you to David Tennant. I won't go get all sappy on you all, but there is something about David Tennant that just makes me smile until my face aches. No matter the role, movie, show, he just lights up the room. My family and friends would argue that my David Tennant obsession has started getting out of hand, but when you find that person that makes you smile uncontrollably why would you want to let them go? Yes, he's an actor. Yes, I'm sure there are dozens of other people who feel this way and yes, I'm aware that if I'm lucky I'll get to meet him once or twice in my lifetime. But it really doesn't matter to me. It really doesn't matter that I'm one of a million fans who thinks that he's the most brilliant person to walk the Earth. I just wanted to put that out there. No matter what, no matter the mood I'm in, I can watch an episode of Doctor Who or Good Omens or whatever the hell and 45 minutes later I'm grinning from ear to ear. 

So that's all. Sorry this isn't a usual one-shot, I just wanted to say thank you to David Tennant for being there as someone I can look up to. Thank you, David Tennant, for putting a smile on my face.