Nice little Oneshots

Good Omens (Crowley/Aziraphale)

Hi! Just quickly wanted to point out that this is my first time writing for these two cuties or Good Omens in general, so I hope it didn't turn out totally terrible. Anyway.

Thanks for reading, and I'd be happy to hear your thoughts - in case they are not ineffable ;)

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The Nice and Accurate (and Accidental) Confessions of Anthony J. Crowley, Demon

"We did it." Aziraphale was still a bit surprised even as he sat next to Crowley on the bench in St. James Park that was one of their meeting spots. Fine, very surprised.
"The earth is saved", he detected incredulously, but with a blissful smile of realisation forming on his lips as the truth of his own words seeped in.

"Yes, it is." The demon was crouching next to him, slumped back with his elbows resting on the bench's wooden back. The gaze of his golden eyes behind the black-tinted glasses wandered over the people of London, happily strolling through the park and down the streets without a single care in the world, unaware that their planet had just about slipped from the grasp of safe destruction.

"We're...quite a good team, aren't we?" The angel looked down at his hands in his lap, unsure how the other would react to his hesitant words, but Crowley just grunted in confirmation. 

"So...ah. What are you gonna do now?", he asked then, watching Aziraphale's profile.
"Being excommunicated and everything?" He could see the angel's brow furrow as if that information had been new to him, he lifted his head, but kept looking in front of him, eyes strictly settled on the lake with quaking (and -thanks to them- still very much alive) ducks on the other side of the pebble path.

"I didn't give it much thought, honestly", Aziraphale admitted slowly, apparently trying to process how right Crowley was with his depiction of their current status (or whatever you wanted to call it). "I... yes, I suppose that's what we are now, aren't we?"

"Maybe they'll finally leave us alone", the demon muttered with a little glance above and below, unsure if he'd rather be unobserved at the moment or take the chance to bid those bastards a last farewell with his middle finger. If someone had asked him, Hastur and Gabriel could gladly rot in Heaven or Hell, both were bad enough for all that he knew.  

"Oh, I'd think they would keep an even closer eye on us after everything that happened", the voice of the only supernatural creature he didn't wish a very painful annihilation (well, discorporation, at the least) interrupted his gloomy thoughts.

"You still think they check everything that happens on earth, don't you?", he asked, his voice somehow a mixture of annoyed disbelief and fond amusement. (Oh, innocence, thy name was Aziraphale...)
"You've always been far too gullible, angel." At that, the one in question finally turned to face the demon, opened his mouth as if to contradict him, but apparently thought better of it and closed it again with a rather shaken expression.

"Well, I- I..."

"It's fine." Crowley cut his unconvincing stuttering off with a dismissive wave of his hand.
"I know you can't help it. Anyway, I'm suspicious enough for both of us."

Both of us... 
We can go off together, the demon's voice echoed in Azirapahle's ears. Run away together...

"Do you.." He swallowed visibly. "Do you still want to go away?"

"Nah." Crowley shook his head, trying to keep up the usual indifferent appearance he had worked so hard on creating.  "Now that the earth is not gonna be destroyed. Doesn't matter anymore." And he wouldn't have come anyway, so what choice was there, really?