A/N: Weirdly enough, this chapter contains SPOILERS for Our Flag Means Death season 2, so maybe skip it if you aren't caught up through episode 7
"But what if we're wrong?"
"We are not wrong, Angel, trust me," Crowley insisted, throwing a hand out towards the television, "Those two old men are going to kiss. And not just kiss, but you know," the demon made a rude gesture involving thrusting one finger repeatedly through a circle made by two others. Aziraphale squealed and batted Crowley's hands down.
"Don't be crude."
"What? They're pirates!"
Like the rest of Whickber street, whose meetings had become much less about business and more about analyzing every possible detail of the romance between two middle-aged pirates, Aziraphale and Crowley had been waiting obsessively for the release of the latest episodes of Our Flag Means Death, and had just settled onto the sofa to watch them.
"Just because they're pirates doesn't mean they can't have a soft, romantic story. I mean, look at us!" Crowley swiveled his head around to look at Aziraphale.
"You think we're soft and romantic?" The angel reddened and adjusted his posture.
"Press play please." Crowley obliged.
When Ed and Stede kissed in the moonlight, the demon nearly lost his fingers to Aziraphale's sudden, vicelike grip of excitement as he bounced up and down in his seat. He deflated somewhat when Ed asked to take things slow, and buried his face in his hands when Crowley muttered, "You go to fast for me, Bonnet," in a passable imitation of Blackbeard's voice. Crowley cackled.
When Stede shoved Ed up against the wall, both angel and demon gasped and clutched each other's arm, leaning towards the screen intently. They gave simultaneous squeaks when Ed pulled Stede to him in a vicelike grip, and slumped back against each other on the couch at the shot of Stede pulling shut the bedcurtains with Ed looking on, for all the world like the innocent lover in a torrid romance novel.
"Whew!" Aziraphale said, fanning himself as the credits rolled, "So much for taking it slow. At least they're together and happy now."
"Hmm," Crowley replied as he raised the remote to begin the last episode, not wanting to dampen his angel's enthusiasm, but not nearly as confident that things were going to remain stable.
When Ed was encouraging Stede in his newfound piratical infamy, Crowley thought that maybe he'd been mistaken. He allowed himself to be taken in by Stede's happiness and laugh along with him as his notoriety grew, and to believe that all was well despite the obvious warning signs. So, when Ed declared I'm leaving, both angel and demon let out identical screams of protest. And when Stede shouted You're a coward! At Ed's retreating back, Crowley flopped back with a groan of despair, head hanging over the back of the sofa, while Aziraphale collapsed in on himself and slithered to the floor, sobbing.
At length, after much fish flailing and muttered ranting, Crowley uncrooked his neck and sat up.
"Uuugh. Well," he said, utterly nonplussed, leaning forward to pat Aziraphale's still-shaking shoulder, "we weren't wrong."