[FIC] once bitten, twice shy
Random fic thing, hurr durr.
Title : once bitten, twice shy
Fandom : Good Omens/Supernatural
Rating : PG
Characters/Pairing : Crowley (GO-verse), Azazel/Yellow Eyed Demon
Warning : Spoilers for end of Good Omens, and about Azazel and sort of... the general plot? I guess. orz
Notes : IDK IDK IDK what is this I wrote.
once bitten, twice shy
1212 words oneshot.
“Crowley.”
Normally, Crowley wouldn’t really have a reason to freak out (inside, mind, inside) at all if anybody had called him that. He was Below’s agent topside after all, and pretty much everybody down there knew his name, one way or another-the Serpent of Eden, Below’s topside agent… Manchester, it was probably standard procedure for the demons to know him somehow.
But still, following the events of the near-Apocalypse had… well, changed a few things, at least. As much as the Antichrist had said that both him and Aziraphale were not to be touched (and nobody in their right mind, Above or Below, wanted to mess with the real Antichrist), the silence on Hell’s end had always been unsettling for Crowley. He was pretty sure they had something else up their sleeve one way or another, so when he started to hear whispers of some massive grand plan set into motion or something, he made sure to stay far, far away from it. As far as he was concerned, he just wanted to stick to his job, his car, his apartment and most of all, his angel. Things were just simpler that way. Nobody bothered him, and things were fine.
Had been fine.
Taking a deep breath, Crowley let go of the handle of his door, doing his best to keep himself composed as he turned around to see the man standing in the middle of his Mayfair apartment. By all means and rights said man was very much nondescript and could be anybody Crowley would have met around here-the only thing that set him apart were the eyes, as yellow and golden as his was.
“Azazel,” he started with a smile, although what he really wanted to do was to just run away right there and then. Of course he knew Azazel, everybody knew Azazel. This guy made Hastur and Ligur look like fucking pansies-compared to those two buffoons, Azazel was… well, even Crowley would think twice before stepping Azazel’s toes. He may be one of the newer demons, but this guy was still dangerous nevertheless. He had heard enough from the demonic grapevine to know why he was here, and what he could do if he wanted to. Sure, Crowley would most likely be able to take anything that Azazel would dish out at him, but well… better to be safe than sorry, always.
Azazel smiled back in return. It wasn’t a very nice smile, though. “Nice to see Hell’s agent on Earth living such a carefree life. Must be nice to live with these humans for so long.”
“I just do my best.” Still smiling, Crowley took a few strides from where he was, past Azazel and towards one of the couches of his living room. He flopped himself down onto it, mircaling up a two glasses of wine, one of which was in his hand and the other set on the table. “Care for a drink?”
“You know that is not why I am here, Serpent,” Azazel instantly answered, but settled himself onto one of the opposite couches anyway.
Crowley spared himself a moment to sip from his glass before speaking, glancing at Azazel as he did while absently swishing the glass in his hand. “Then why are you contacting me? You know very well that Below and I, we don’t talk much these days.” He tilted his head to the side, curious look crossing his features. “Beelzebub’s still screaming for my blood, I hear.”
There was almost a flare from Azazel’s eyes there and then as he smirked, picking up his glass and holding it before him in a slight tilt-a gesture of a toast. Crowley returned the gesture, although his eyes were stuck to the other demon’s the whole time, and continued to stick as Azazel drank and when he spoke. “I’m sure our father can ask for that screaming to stop once he’s free.”
Crowley just managed to stop himself from dropping his glass when he heard that. “What? He’s free?”
“Not yet,” was the returning answer, smirk still on the other demon’s face. “But eventually, he will be.”
There was only a short pause before Crowley spoke up again, the tone of his voice seemingly casual. “Above ain’t going to take this lying down, you know.” Were they really getting so desperate for the damned Apocalypse that they were even going to release Satan from his cage? As if the last time wasn’t bad enough, now there was this. Crowley didn’t even want to think about what would happen if the end of the world did come-either way, whichever side won things would not be good for him, not after everything he had done the last time round. He killed a duke of Hell, for-for Manchester’s sake.
Azazel shrugged. “We’ll have our victory once our father is free from his cage. Wouldn’t you like that too, Serpent of Eden?”
Even as he asked that question, Crowley could feel the yellow eyes locking into his own through the shades-studying him, judging him, trying to be certain if he would be friend or foe. There was more than one reason why Crowley was such a big name Below now, more than just his status as the Serpent, or Hell’s agent on Earth. He had opposed the end of the world directly in Beelzebub’s face, had stood with Heaven’s agent on Earth when they were clearly supposed to be enemies. If it wasn’t for the Antichrist he would have been dead ages ago-and now he was untouchable, and now Azazel was…
Crowley only allowed a grunt to come out in return, concentrating more on his glass rather than the other demon. “You know the orders from Below-I’m still untouchable. I’m probably not allowed to interfere with anything you got going, anyway.” He looked up now, putting on a smile as he shrugged. “Tough luck, eh?”
The corners of Azazel’s lips twitched, the smile on his face stretching ever wider. “A pity, indeed. You would have been helpful.”
“Too bad I can’t be, then,” was all that Crowley could say as he set his glass down to the table, standing up from his seat and started to make his way out of the living room and towards the hallway that led to his room. “I guess you’re going to be pretty busy, so I won’t hold you up anymore. Mind letting yourself out of the door when you’re done?”
“Of course,” was the other’s response, and Crowley would have assumed that was all if not for the slight shuffle after that, the distinct pause that hung as he started to leave. When Azazel spoke again, Crowley could feel the other’s eyes stuck right to his back, attempting to see his reaction at the next words he said. “I hope that you enjoy your last years here, Serpent, before everything you know is burned to the ground.”
Crowley didn’t even bother to say anything in response to that, knowing that Azazel was smiling in triumph nevertheless as he vanished down the hallway, making a note to contact the angel as soon as he could. He was going to need a real, proper drink once he could afford to do so.
Title : once bitten, twice shy
Fandom : Good Omens/Supernatural
Rating : PG
Characters/Pairing : Crowley (GO-verse), Azazel/Yellow Eyed Demon
Warning : Spoilers for end of Good Omens, and about Azazel and sort of... the general plot? I guess. orz
Notes : IDK IDK IDK what is this I wrote.
once bitten, twice shy
1212 words oneshot.
“Crowley.”
Normally, Crowley wouldn’t really have a reason to freak out (inside, mind, inside) at all if anybody had called him that. He was Below’s agent topside after all, and pretty much everybody down there knew his name, one way or another-the Serpent of Eden, Below’s topside agent… Manchester, it was probably standard procedure for the demons to know him somehow.
But still, following the events of the near-Apocalypse had… well, changed a few things, at least. As much as the Antichrist had said that both him and Aziraphale were not to be touched (and nobody in their right mind, Above or Below, wanted to mess with the real Antichrist), the silence on Hell’s end had always been unsettling for Crowley. He was pretty sure they had something else up their sleeve one way or another, so when he started to hear whispers of some massive grand plan set into motion or something, he made sure to stay far, far away from it. As far as he was concerned, he just wanted to stick to his job, his car, his apartment and most of all, his angel. Things were just simpler that way. Nobody bothered him, and things were fine.
Had been fine.
Taking a deep breath, Crowley let go of the handle of his door, doing his best to keep himself composed as he turned around to see the man standing in the middle of his Mayfair apartment. By all means and rights said man was very much nondescript and could be anybody Crowley would have met around here-the only thing that set him apart were the eyes, as yellow and golden as his was.
“Azazel,” he started with a smile, although what he really wanted to do was to just run away right there and then. Of course he knew Azazel, everybody knew Azazel. This guy made Hastur and Ligur look like fucking pansies-compared to those two buffoons, Azazel was… well, even Crowley would think twice before stepping Azazel’s toes. He may be one of the newer demons, but this guy was still dangerous nevertheless. He had heard enough from the demonic grapevine to know why he was here, and what he could do if he wanted to. Sure, Crowley would most likely be able to take anything that Azazel would dish out at him, but well… better to be safe than sorry, always.
Azazel smiled back in return. It wasn’t a very nice smile, though. “Nice to see Hell’s agent on Earth living such a carefree life. Must be nice to live with these humans for so long.”
“I just do my best.” Still smiling, Crowley took a few strides from where he was, past Azazel and towards one of the couches of his living room. He flopped himself down onto it, mircaling up a two glasses of wine, one of which was in his hand and the other set on the table. “Care for a drink?”
“You know that is not why I am here, Serpent,” Azazel instantly answered, but settled himself onto one of the opposite couches anyway.
Crowley spared himself a moment to sip from his glass before speaking, glancing at Azazel as he did while absently swishing the glass in his hand. “Then why are you contacting me? You know very well that Below and I, we don’t talk much these days.” He tilted his head to the side, curious look crossing his features. “Beelzebub’s still screaming for my blood, I hear.”
There was almost a flare from Azazel’s eyes there and then as he smirked, picking up his glass and holding it before him in a slight tilt-a gesture of a toast. Crowley returned the gesture, although his eyes were stuck to the other demon’s the whole time, and continued to stick as Azazel drank and when he spoke. “I’m sure our father can ask for that screaming to stop once he’s free.”
Crowley just managed to stop himself from dropping his glass when he heard that. “What? He’s free?”
“Not yet,” was the returning answer, smirk still on the other demon’s face. “But eventually, he will be.”
There was only a short pause before Crowley spoke up again, the tone of his voice seemingly casual. “Above ain’t going to take this lying down, you know.” Were they really getting so desperate for the damned Apocalypse that they were even going to release Satan from his cage? As if the last time wasn’t bad enough, now there was this. Crowley didn’t even want to think about what would happen if the end of the world did come-either way, whichever side won things would not be good for him, not after everything he had done the last time round. He killed a duke of Hell, for-for Manchester’s sake.
Azazel shrugged. “We’ll have our victory once our father is free from his cage. Wouldn’t you like that too, Serpent of Eden?”
Even as he asked that question, Crowley could feel the yellow eyes locking into his own through the shades-studying him, judging him, trying to be certain if he would be friend or foe. There was more than one reason why Crowley was such a big name Below now, more than just his status as the Serpent, or Hell’s agent on Earth. He had opposed the end of the world directly in Beelzebub’s face, had stood with Heaven’s agent on Earth when they were clearly supposed to be enemies. If it wasn’t for the Antichrist he would have been dead ages ago-and now he was untouchable, and now Azazel was…
Crowley only allowed a grunt to come out in return, concentrating more on his glass rather than the other demon. “You know the orders from Below-I’m still untouchable. I’m probably not allowed to interfere with anything you got going, anyway.” He looked up now, putting on a smile as he shrugged. “Tough luck, eh?”
The corners of Azazel’s lips twitched, the smile on his face stretching ever wider. “A pity, indeed. You would have been helpful.”
“Too bad I can’t be, then,” was all that Crowley could say as he set his glass down to the table, standing up from his seat and started to make his way out of the living room and towards the hallway that led to his room. “I guess you’re going to be pretty busy, so I won’t hold you up anymore. Mind letting yourself out of the door when you’re done?”
“Of course,” was the other’s response, and Crowley would have assumed that was all if not for the slight shuffle after that, the distinct pause that hung as he started to leave. When Azazel spoke again, Crowley could feel the other’s eyes stuck right to his back, attempting to see his reaction at the next words he said. “I hope that you enjoy your last years here, Serpent, before everything you know is burned to the ground.”
Crowley didn’t even bother to say anything in response to that, knowing that Azazel was smiling in triumph nevertheless as he vanished down the hallway, making a note to contact the angel as soon as he could. He was going to need a real, proper drink once he could afford to do so.