In the beginning. Crowley/Aziraphale from Good Omens. #05
Title: In the beginning
Author: dragon_wolfie
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale
Fandom: Good Omens
Theme: #05 In the beginning
Rating: G
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. This is a fanwork. The plot belongs to me though.
My first theme is done. One down, 99 more to go ^_^
This fic is set during the first prologue of the book. Named, aptly enough, In the beginning. So when I saw this prompt, I knew I had to set it then. So on to the fic.
In the beginning.
Minutes passed in contemplative silence as angel and demon watched the gathering storm. Large drops of rain dripped around them soaking into their clothes and skin. Aziraphale’s wings were already damp, though the oil (produced naturally from glands at their base) kept them waterproof. Water drops had also gathered along the serpent’s exposed body and they were finally starting to bother him. Sighing softly, Crawley shook his head.
At the noise from the serpent, Aziraphale, who had been gazing out at the surrounding area, looked down at the demon. Seeing him dripping with water and a bothered look about his face pulled at the angel’s heart.
Unfurling one wing from over his head he stretched it out so that it covered the dripping serpent. Upon feeling the absence of the rain that had been falling so persistently seconds before Crawly tilted his head upwards.
He came face to face with Aziraphale, who was now shielding him from the rain with one wing. Concern shone on his face. The angel considered him for a moment before he bent down.
Aziraphale offered out his arm to Crawly. Crawly raised his head up off the ground and watched the angel, wondering what he wanted.
“Come on Crawly, before you drown,” the angel said softly.
Crawly considered his options in less than a second [1] and decided to take up the offer. Slithering up to Aziraphale’s hand, he wound his way around the angel’s arm until he was onto his shoulders. Once there he wound himself loosely around the angel like a green scarf. [2]
Aziraphale returned his wing to above his head so that the pair of them were comfortably sheltered. Crawly hissed in content: it was lovely and warm on the angel’s shoulders.
They continued to watch the rain. Absently, Aziraphale raised a hand and began to stroke Crawly on the top of his head with one soft thumb. A little surprised at the gesture (not that he was complaining) Crawly closed his eyes blissfully.
Their peaceful moment was broken when a circle of bright flames suddenly sprung up a few metres away, the accompanying roar making the pair of them jump. Even though it was raining, the flames burned high.
“Crawly,” boomed a voice from the circle of fire.
Aziraphale felt a shiver of terror run through his spine. The angel knew it to be the voice of hell; that spoke of deep dark places and primal fury. Even Crawly, who was a demon him self, shuddered at the voice.
“Come,” commanded the voice.
The flames flared up wildly, shooting sparks, before settling down to an ominous roar. It was a summons.
Crawly gave a hissing sigh and looked up at Aziraphale whose features were covered in a grimace. The angel managed a small smile for the serpent, who gave one in return.
“I’d better go,” Crawly hissed.
Aziraphale gave him a rueful smile. Gently taking a hold of the serpent he drew him over his head to hold him draped over one arm. Crawly raised his head.
“Goodbye Aziraphale,” the demon said softly.
The angel gained a tender look as he gazed at Crawly. Slowly he leaned in and gave the serpent a gentle kiss. It was only a brief brush of the angel’s lips, but it seemed to hint at more. Crawly’s eyes widened in surprise as a blush crept over his face.
Aziraphale pulled away with a faint blush covering his cheeks. Carefully he stroked under the serpent’s chin with his forefinger before setting him down on the ground.
“Goodbye, my dear.”
Crawly slithered along the ground towards the ring of fire. Coming to a halt just before the flames he looked back at the angel. Giving a charming grin he waved his tail in farewell. Aziraphale waved in reply. Then with a flick of his tail, Crawly disappeared into the fire.
There was a roar as the fire flared upwards before it exploded in a shower of sparks. Aziraphale quickly wrapped his wings around his body to protect him self from the heat. Once he was sure that the fire had died down he uncurled. No trace of the fire was left.
Sighing, the angel turned back to the rain; now that Crawly was gone he felt saddened. Today marked the end. And it was only a matter of time before he would be (albeit not by the same person) summoned too.
As he waited he wondered when and if he would see Crawly again. He also realised that this was also a beginning.
[1] It wasn’t much of a contest.
[2] Though scarves had yet to be invented.
A/N: A couple of things in case you haven't read the book (which I highly recommend) or if you've forgotten.
In the Prologue Crowley is called Crawly (and is the serpent who tempted Eve at the tree of Knowledge), he changes his name because he thinks Crawly is 'not him'.
Well, that's my first fic done. I'm happy now.
Author: dragon_wolfie
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale
Fandom: Good Omens
Theme: #05 In the beginning
Rating: G
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. This is a fanwork. The plot belongs to me though.
My first theme is done. One down, 99 more to go ^_^
This fic is set during the first prologue of the book. Named, aptly enough, In the beginning. So when I saw this prompt, I knew I had to set it then. So on to the fic.
In the beginning.
Minutes passed in contemplative silence as angel and demon watched the gathering storm. Large drops of rain dripped around them soaking into their clothes and skin. Aziraphale’s wings were already damp, though the oil (produced naturally from glands at their base) kept them waterproof. Water drops had also gathered along the serpent’s exposed body and they were finally starting to bother him. Sighing softly, Crawley shook his head.
At the noise from the serpent, Aziraphale, who had been gazing out at the surrounding area, looked down at the demon. Seeing him dripping with water and a bothered look about his face pulled at the angel’s heart.
Unfurling one wing from over his head he stretched it out so that it covered the dripping serpent. Upon feeling the absence of the rain that had been falling so persistently seconds before Crawly tilted his head upwards.
He came face to face with Aziraphale, who was now shielding him from the rain with one wing. Concern shone on his face. The angel considered him for a moment before he bent down.
Aziraphale offered out his arm to Crawly. Crawly raised his head up off the ground and watched the angel, wondering what he wanted.
“Come on Crawly, before you drown,” the angel said softly.
Crawly considered his options in less than a second [1] and decided to take up the offer. Slithering up to Aziraphale’s hand, he wound his way around the angel’s arm until he was onto his shoulders. Once there he wound himself loosely around the angel like a green scarf. [2]
Aziraphale returned his wing to above his head so that the pair of them were comfortably sheltered. Crawly hissed in content: it was lovely and warm on the angel’s shoulders.
They continued to watch the rain. Absently, Aziraphale raised a hand and began to stroke Crawly on the top of his head with one soft thumb. A little surprised at the gesture (not that he was complaining) Crawly closed his eyes blissfully.
Their peaceful moment was broken when a circle of bright flames suddenly sprung up a few metres away, the accompanying roar making the pair of them jump. Even though it was raining, the flames burned high.
“Crawly,” boomed a voice from the circle of fire.
Aziraphale felt a shiver of terror run through his spine. The angel knew it to be the voice of hell; that spoke of deep dark places and primal fury. Even Crawly, who was a demon him self, shuddered at the voice.
“Come,” commanded the voice.
The flames flared up wildly, shooting sparks, before settling down to an ominous roar. It was a summons.
Crawly gave a hissing sigh and looked up at Aziraphale whose features were covered in a grimace. The angel managed a small smile for the serpent, who gave one in return.
“I’d better go,” Crawly hissed.
Aziraphale gave him a rueful smile. Gently taking a hold of the serpent he drew him over his head to hold him draped over one arm. Crawly raised his head.
“Goodbye Aziraphale,” the demon said softly.
The angel gained a tender look as he gazed at Crawly. Slowly he leaned in and gave the serpent a gentle kiss. It was only a brief brush of the angel’s lips, but it seemed to hint at more. Crawly’s eyes widened in surprise as a blush crept over his face.
Aziraphale pulled away with a faint blush covering his cheeks. Carefully he stroked under the serpent’s chin with his forefinger before setting him down on the ground.
“Goodbye, my dear.”
Crawly slithered along the ground towards the ring of fire. Coming to a halt just before the flames he looked back at the angel. Giving a charming grin he waved his tail in farewell. Aziraphale waved in reply. Then with a flick of his tail, Crawly disappeared into the fire.
There was a roar as the fire flared upwards before it exploded in a shower of sparks. Aziraphale quickly wrapped his wings around his body to protect him self from the heat. Once he was sure that the fire had died down he uncurled. No trace of the fire was left.
Sighing, the angel turned back to the rain; now that Crawly was gone he felt saddened. Today marked the end. And it was only a matter of time before he would be (albeit not by the same person) summoned too.
As he waited he wondered when and if he would see Crawly again. He also realised that this was also a beginning.
[1] It wasn’t much of a contest.
[2] Though scarves had yet to be invented.
A/N: A couple of things in case you haven't read the book (which I highly recommend) or if you've forgotten.
In the Prologue Crowley is called Crawly (and is the serpent who tempted Eve at the tree of Knowledge), he changes his name because he thinks Crawly is 'not him'.
Well, that's my first fic done. I'm happy now.