Well, That Was A Thing (Good Omens One-Shots)

24; Not What I Expected

Context: In which Crowley finally snaps and confesses his love for Aziraphale in a very Crowley manner, and Aziraphale accepts his absolutely precious feelings.

Inspired by very cute fanart made by "decalian1" over on Twitter.

Word Count: 2,300

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Crowley's POV:

Everything was fine. The world hadn't ended, everyone continued living their lives just like before. It was nice. For a bit. And then Crowley started realizing that it wasn't the same as before at all. He was free! With no more check-ins from Management, technically, the demon could do whatever he wanted.

Crowley had been trying to get into a routine of some kind which didn't revolve around looking for his boss' lost child, but unfortunately, his attempts kept coming up fruitless. First he tried to take his gardening to another level, but that only lead to the plants quivering 24/7, which became annoying. He also tried learning an instrument. Surely that could entertain him and pester his neighbors at the same time. Though, that failed when he just couldn't find the enjoyment in the learning aspect, so he didn't get very far. Next came baking, which he quickly realized was a bad idea, because he barely ever ate! Unless, of course, whatever he baked, he gave to Aziraphale, then it wouldn't be a waste. 

And then it finally hit him: Aziraphale! He was free too, and in theory, there would be no more issues with them being friends thanks to this fact. Realizing this, the demon sat on his throne, twiddling his thumbs, his right knee bouncing impatiently as he thought, eyes fixed on the dove statue from the church bombing. In about half a second, he thought back to that night. The look on the angel's face before snapping out of his daze over the saved books.

Surely he knows, right? He's an angel, for crying out loud!

He sighed and bit his lip before snapping to summon his phone. His fingers dialed the bookshop's number by muscle memory alone and soon he heard the familiar voice on the other end.

"A.Z. Fell & Co., A. Z. Fell speaking. I'm afraid we're closed at the moment but if you would call at a-."

Crowley couldn't help but smile and roll his eyes. "Hey angel, it's me." Should get him a phone with caller ID one of these days.

Immediately, the blond's tone changed. "Oh, hello dear boy! How have you been?"

Crowley shrugged out of habit, even though he knew the angel couldn't see him. "Eh, y'know. The usual. What about you?"

"Very good, actually. Just finished reorganizing some new books and I'm taking a moment to relax with a nice glass of wine."

Crowley imagined him with the glass on his lips. "Hmm, what are you drinking?"

"1961 Chateau Latour."

What?

"Sounds familiar..."

Aziraphale let out a gentle laugh. "I should hope so, you sent me a whole case of it."

Holy fuck...

That was true. Crowley had sent it in 1967, as a 'thank you' for the holy water. Even if the note only said 'Give these a few more years and they'll be amazing, trust me.' And seeing as Aziraphale had never brought out that specific vintage while Crowley was visiting, he had assumed he either drank it all or got rid of it long ago. So naturally, he was surprised to hear that both his theories on the subject were wrong.

The angel noticed the silence and spoke again. "Did you need something, dear?"

"No, no. Just calling to see what you were up to." Mumbled Crowley.