Charting a Course - Chapter 4
Written by me for the Summer Omens Big Bang (@gosummerbang). Art by the fabulous @skullfragments.
Here you go, another chapter of the same two idiots (slightly altered) falling in love. 😄
Warning: The chapter count is about to go up. I had to split a few more chapters in edit because they simply got too long. But you won't have to wait longer for this story to finish posting. I decided to just post two chapters for those cases. So next week, you'll get just one, but the following two weeks you'll get two chapters each Monday.
I still have a bit left to edit and at least the second to last chapter is already pretty long (pre-edit), so this might very well happen again.
Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Idiots in Love Getting Together, Getting to Know Each Other, POV Crowley (Good Omens), POV Aziraphale (Good Omens), Mild Angst, past emotional abuse, He/Him Pronouns For Crowley (Good Omens), He/Him Pronouns For Aziraphale (Good Omens), Romance, Autistic Aziraphale (Good Omens), Dyslexic Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Has ADHD (Good Omens), crowley has heterochromia, Photosensitive Crowley (Good Omens), Non-Consensual Touching, brief and not explicit, Dubious Consent, dubious consent kissing, also brief and not explicit, First Kiss, Gaslighting, Manipulative Relationship, Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, all manipulative behaviour happened in the past, brief grief-related weight-loss in the past
Anthony Crowley is a uni dropout turned barista who’s worked at the same café for 15 years and has lived with his friend Ana and her little family ever since his relationship to Luca Morningstar ended. He’s decided dating is not for him because (nearly) all men are wankers who aren’t interested in anything beyond the physical. Aziraphale Fell is an accountant who’s lived in the same building as Ana for the past five years and has been a regular at the café ever since. Aside from an ill-advised relationship with Gabriel Messenger, he has been single for a while.
Crowley and Aziraphale are both interested in each other and very much convinced that the other has no interest in them. Ana has been trying to gently push Crowley to ask Aziraphale out and been dropping hints for both of them, but nothing is working. Then Ana hears Aziraphale is going on a singles' cruise, and since Crowley has a birthday coming up, she’s making plans…
Crowley comes upon Aziraphale in another predicament the next morning at breakfast, and a mutually beneficial arrangement is made.
Aziraphale hadn’t seen him yet. Couldn’t. He was peering into the dining area, slightly crouched and obviously hiding behind some strategically placed potted plants — which were in desperate need of more sunlight, slowly starving as they were. It looked like the plants weren’t the only ones in need of help.
Crowley walked over and stopped right behind him. Narrowing his eyes — hell, the dining area was bright, even his sunglasses didn’t help much with the glare — he glanced around the fluffy head to see what Aziraphale was looking at.
At a table close by sat Mr Unremarkable, the same bloke who had tried to woo Aziraphale with pictures of rocks and terrible tales of war the night before. And he was sitting so that he would see everyone coming in from the buffet, looking as if he were waiting for someone. The tray he’d had with him last night was lying forebodingly next to his plate.
Well, it looked like he might just get to save Aziraphale a second time. Wasn’t that a pleasant turn of events — well, maybe not so much for Aziraphale.
“Good morning, Aziraphale,” Crowley said quietly.
“Heavens!” Aziraphale twitched, his tray slid precariously in his hands.
Crowley couldn’t entirely hide his amusement, a half-suppressed grin still made his way onto his face as he reached out with one hand to help steady the tray.
When Aziraphale turned to regard him, there was a reproachful frown on his face — but also something else, a glimmer in his eyes, the skin at the corners faintly crinkled.
‘Interesting.’ Crowley stored that information away for later.
Aziraphale pursed his lips. “Mrs Device was right, you really are a menace, aren’t you?”
Crowley snorted and his grin grew into a full version, stretching wide over his cheeks. “Guilty as charged, I’m afraid. So…” he drawled, “how long do you plan to hide out here?”
“Oh, is it that obvious?” Aziraphale sighed, looking chagrined. “Well, that would certainly explain some of the looks I’ve been getting.”
Thank you @gosummerbang for this wonderful event and @skullfragments for your beautiful art! 💜
Thank you to @angie-words for beta-reading and cheering like the champ she is. Thank you also to the @whickberstreetwriters for being the same fantastic, crazy place on the internet they have always been. 💜