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a_stone_ginger!
fic: Untitled
gift for:a_stone_ginger
author:alicorn9
Summary: Crowley helps Aziraphale get over his "mid-life crisis of faith."
rating: PG
Two men walked together by a lake. One was dark, with black hair, a crisp and fashionable black blazer, and totally opaque sunglasses. The other was vaguely lighter, a blonde wearing neatly pressed khakis and a blue sweater that had seen better days. They made a strange pair, but then, it was just them and the ducks, so what did it matter. It had been a long week.
“Of all the blessing times for Hell to get on my back, it had to be now, didn’t it?” Crowley sighed loudly, then turned to his companion. “It’s not fair, you know.”
Aziraphale smiled ruefully in return, and philosophically replied, “Well, at least they haven’t sent any one to check on you. It could have been worse after all.”
Crowley groaned. “You and your optimism. It’s sickening sometimes.”
Grinning, the angel replied, “Yes, my dear, but you love me anyway, don’t you? Say, the ducks are still out on the lake, aren’t they?”
“Zira, don’t you dare feed them. Once you start, they’ll crowd about in a horde, and we’ll never get rid of them.”
“But look at the poor things! It’s almost winter, and then they’ll have nothing to eat!” Aziraphale gestured to the supposedly starving ducks. “Have some compassion, will you?”
Raising an eloquent eyebrow, Crowley decided that there was no arguing over this point. “Do what you like.”
With a sunny smile, Aziraphale leaned over and pecked Crowley on the cheek, whispering, “Thank you, my dear.”
Crowley then changed his mind about letting Aziraphale do what he liked. “You know, that wasn’t much of a kiss angel.” And he pulled his angel down for a more satisfying one. Because he felt like it.
~
Miss Annabelle May had been brought up in a very well-to-do family, with very strong moral values, thank you very much. She read her Bible, and followed the word of God with every step that she took, and every breath that she breathed.
So when she saw those two young men doing things, she knew exactly what to do.
~
“Heathens! Dirty little heathens, doing that in the park for all eyes to see!”
Aziraphale started, and then after a brief deer-in-the-headlights moment, he hunched down, his head buried in his hands, moaning. It was all Crowley’s fault anyway. Let him deal with the little old lady. She was the product of his side’s influence, after all.
“Ah, miss, please calm down. There’s nothing to be upset about, is there?” Crowley, meanwhile, was functioning on ‘suave used-car salesman’ auto-pilot, as the only thoughts his brain could process were “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit”, and so on. Beautiful predicament, wasn’t it?
Meanwhile, the wizened old lady, who couldn’t have been a day younger than seventy, was cheerfully screeching, waving her cane, and getting red in the face.
“It’s bad enough that queers like you two should be strolling around on the same streets as righteous folk, but to be flaunting it to the public?! For shame!”
I thought that all of these sorts had been limited to America... Bugger.
Upon this realization, Crowley decided that there was only one solution to his problem. Retreat.
“I’m terribly sorry, ma’am, but we’ll have to be going now. Previous appointments, and such, I’m sure you understand, ta!”
And then the black-haired devil scooped up Aziraphale, who was too embarrassed to even yelp indignantly, and frantically dashed away through the park.
Miss Annabelle May, it should be noted, continued to yell the word of God at the two for a very long time after they were out of sight, and even earshot. After all, surely the others in the park could benefit, right?
~
The door to the Bentley slammed shut.
“Well that was bloody annoying. It’s stupid for those types of people to be wandering around on our vacation day! Really!” Crowley continued to mutter to himself as he went about starting up his car and driving out into traffic, directing the car to nowhere in particular.
Aziraphale sat listlessly in the passenger side of the car, watching the scenery pass by, leaning his head against the window. After a while, he turned his head to Crowley, and asked, “Do you think that she was right?”
Crowley blinked.
“What do you mean, right? How could she have been right about anything? The loony old bird was ranting her little heart out just for the sake of ranting! I know her type!”
“But... what if she was right? About ... us. What if... what if He doesn’t approve of our relationship?”
Crowley snorted. “Well, it certainly doesn’t matter to me what the tossers up there think. And if they disapproved of an angel and a demon consorting together, they would have bloody told us that a while before the Apocalypse-that-wasn’t, wouldn’t they have?”
The angel looked almost hurt as he replied. “But it matters to me! And we weren’t together then either!” One wouldn’t think that heavenly beings could hyperventilate, since they didn’t need to breathe anyway, but Aziraphale was doing a very good job of dispelling that notion. “What if I’m falling out of grace, and I just haven’t realized it yet! It even says in the Bible that homosexual relationships aren’t approved of and maybe they just haven’t thought to warn me because I should have known that already! Do you think they’ve given up on me already?! And-”
The blonde’s rant was cut off by a bop to the head.
“Angel, you’re usually a bit more sensible than this. I’m disappointed in you.”
Crowley smirked. It was a weak sort of smirk, but a smirk nevertheless. This fact was strangely comforting to Aziraphale, although he didn’t understand why.
“Honestly, it’s not as if we’re the only two blokes who are ‘more than friends’, as you’d like to put it. There’s probably hundreds of thousands of other humans in relationships like ours, and I’m sure you remember what happened the last time there were that many humans ‘defying the will of God’. And if you don’t, I do. Believe me, 40 days and 40 nights of holy water pouring down from the sky is something that I never want to experience again.”
“I ... suppose you’re right.”
“Damn straight I am! Aren’t I always?”
Aziraphale chuckled weakly at his lover’s brash arrogance.
“It seems that I can’t come up with anything witty to say in return, so I’ll just have to say no, you really aren’t, my dear. But I love you anyway.”
And the angel clasped Crowley’s hand in his, and they had made it over Aziraphale’s mid-life crisis of faith, and all was well, in a matter of speaking, because life tended to work out like that most of the time.
a_stone_ginger!fic: Untitled
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a_stone_gingerauthor:
alicorn9Summary: Crowley helps Aziraphale get over his "mid-life crisis of faith."
rating: PG
Two men walked together by a lake. One was dark, with black hair, a crisp and fashionable black blazer, and totally opaque sunglasses. The other was vaguely lighter, a blonde wearing neatly pressed khakis and a blue sweater that had seen better days. They made a strange pair, but then, it was just them and the ducks, so what did it matter. It had been a long week.
“Of all the blessing times for Hell to get on my back, it had to be now, didn’t it?” Crowley sighed loudly, then turned to his companion. “It’s not fair, you know.”
Aziraphale smiled ruefully in return, and philosophically replied, “Well, at least they haven’t sent any one to check on you. It could have been worse after all.”
Crowley groaned. “You and your optimism. It’s sickening sometimes.”
Grinning, the angel replied, “Yes, my dear, but you love me anyway, don’t you? Say, the ducks are still out on the lake, aren’t they?”
“Zira, don’t you dare feed them. Once you start, they’ll crowd about in a horde, and we’ll never get rid of them.”
“But look at the poor things! It’s almost winter, and then they’ll have nothing to eat!” Aziraphale gestured to the supposedly starving ducks. “Have some compassion, will you?”
Raising an eloquent eyebrow, Crowley decided that there was no arguing over this point. “Do what you like.”
With a sunny smile, Aziraphale leaned over and pecked Crowley on the cheek, whispering, “Thank you, my dear.”
Crowley then changed his mind about letting Aziraphale do what he liked. “You know, that wasn’t much of a kiss angel.” And he pulled his angel down for a more satisfying one. Because he felt like it.
~
Miss Annabelle May had been brought up in a very well-to-do family, with very strong moral values, thank you very much. She read her Bible, and followed the word of God with every step that she took, and every breath that she breathed.
So when she saw those two young men doing things, she knew exactly what to do.
~
“Heathens! Dirty little heathens, doing that in the park for all eyes to see!”
Aziraphale started, and then after a brief deer-in-the-headlights moment, he hunched down, his head buried in his hands, moaning. It was all Crowley’s fault anyway. Let him deal with the little old lady. She was the product of his side’s influence, after all.
“Ah, miss, please calm down. There’s nothing to be upset about, is there?” Crowley, meanwhile, was functioning on ‘suave used-car salesman’ auto-pilot, as the only thoughts his brain could process were “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit”, and so on. Beautiful predicament, wasn’t it?
Meanwhile, the wizened old lady, who couldn’t have been a day younger than seventy, was cheerfully screeching, waving her cane, and getting red in the face.
“It’s bad enough that queers like you two should be strolling around on the same streets as righteous folk, but to be flaunting it to the public?! For shame!”
I thought that all of these sorts had been limited to America... Bugger.
Upon this realization, Crowley decided that there was only one solution to his problem. Retreat.
“I’m terribly sorry, ma’am, but we’ll have to be going now. Previous appointments, and such, I’m sure you understand, ta!”
And then the black-haired devil scooped up Aziraphale, who was too embarrassed to even yelp indignantly, and frantically dashed away through the park.
Miss Annabelle May, it should be noted, continued to yell the word of God at the two for a very long time after they were out of sight, and even earshot. After all, surely the others in the park could benefit, right?
~
The door to the Bentley slammed shut.
“Well that was bloody annoying. It’s stupid for those types of people to be wandering around on our vacation day! Really!” Crowley continued to mutter to himself as he went about starting up his car and driving out into traffic, directing the car to nowhere in particular.
Aziraphale sat listlessly in the passenger side of the car, watching the scenery pass by, leaning his head against the window. After a while, he turned his head to Crowley, and asked, “Do you think that she was right?”
Crowley blinked.
“What do you mean, right? How could she have been right about anything? The loony old bird was ranting her little heart out just for the sake of ranting! I know her type!”
“But... what if she was right? About ... us. What if... what if He doesn’t approve of our relationship?”
Crowley snorted. “Well, it certainly doesn’t matter to me what the tossers up there think. And if they disapproved of an angel and a demon consorting together, they would have bloody told us that a while before the Apocalypse-that-wasn’t, wouldn’t they have?”
The angel looked almost hurt as he replied. “But it matters to me! And we weren’t together then either!” One wouldn’t think that heavenly beings could hyperventilate, since they didn’t need to breathe anyway, but Aziraphale was doing a very good job of dispelling that notion. “What if I’m falling out of grace, and I just haven’t realized it yet! It even says in the Bible that homosexual relationships aren’t approved of and maybe they just haven’t thought to warn me because I should have known that already! Do you think they’ve given up on me already?! And-”
The blonde’s rant was cut off by a bop to the head.
“Angel, you’re usually a bit more sensible than this. I’m disappointed in you.”
Crowley smirked. It was a weak sort of smirk, but a smirk nevertheless. This fact was strangely comforting to Aziraphale, although he didn’t understand why.
“Honestly, it’s not as if we’re the only two blokes who are ‘more than friends’, as you’d like to put it. There’s probably hundreds of thousands of other humans in relationships like ours, and I’m sure you remember what happened the last time there were that many humans ‘defying the will of God’. And if you don’t, I do. Believe me, 40 days and 40 nights of holy water pouring down from the sky is something that I never want to experience again.”
“I ... suppose you’re right.”
“Damn straight I am! Aren’t I always?”
Aziraphale chuckled weakly at his lover’s brash arrogance.
“It seems that I can’t come up with anything witty to say in return, so I’ll just have to say no, you really aren’t, my dear. But I love you anyway.”
And the angel clasped Crowley’s hand in his, and they had made it over Aziraphale’s mid-life crisis of faith, and all was well, in a matter of speaking, because life tended to work out like that most of the time.
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Date: 2005-12-20 07:09 am (UTC)i think this is the only fic i've ever read where fandom-created homosexuality is actually pointed out. i like the result a lot. oh man, yay. thank you so much!
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Date: 2006-01-03 05:27 pm (UTC)Because, you know, without the wonder of e-mail response, I tend not to notice these things.
But I'm glad that you enjoyed my gift for you! =3
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Date: 2005-12-20 05:19 pm (UTC)But Miss A. May certainly puts the two of them in an interesting situation. I really like the way Crowley handles it - just a "bop" to the head!
Very nicely done!
Mary
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Date: 2006-01-03 05:28 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-20 07:11 pm (UTC)Look at the sweet little queers!! *waves her 'FagHags for Faggots' banner* Aren't they just so cute! <333 I love me my gayboys.
*is happy*
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Date: 2006-01-03 05:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-20 11:59 pm (UTC)And Annabelle May is scary. I'm surprised that she didn't chase them down or something.
I loved the last line. It just wrapped the whole story up so nicely.
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Date: 2005-12-21 11:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-23 07:12 am (UTC)Made by
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Date: 2006-01-03 05:30 pm (UTC)Thank you for the compliments ^__^ Personally, I liked the ending line too... it seemed to fit for the ending of a GO fic.
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Date: 2005-12-21 11:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-22 12:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-03 05:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-12-21 04:17 pm (UTC)Is Miss Annabelle May going to show up in a sequel? She needs to. (Let's introduce her to Hastur and Ligur some time *snicker*)
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Date: 2005-12-21 05:38 pm (UTC)Ooooh! I agree!
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Date: 2005-12-22 12:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-03 05:32 pm (UTC)I haven't even considered such a thing.
... do you think I should? @_@
*is sort of floored at the moment, but will endeavour to comply if you really want her to*