Drabbles!
Hey! I've been lurking here for a while, but this is my first post. I finally have something to contribute: 3 drabbles I wrote for the drabbles meme I did weeks ago.
The first one I did for sfk_for_short; Crowley and Aziraphale talk about flying. Implied C/A; PG.
“It just doesn’t feel right.”
“Oh, come on, angel, it’s not that bad…”
“He gave us wings for a reason. Flying like this just feels… dishonest.”
“Honesty is overrated. And this way is much less tiring. You can’t get a first-class meal flitting about out there, now can you?”
“I suppose…” Aziraphale sighed again, looking out the window. “Still. This way isn’t as interesting. All static and… normal in here. Boring.”
Crowley chuckled. “Oh, that’s easy enough to fix…” he leaned forward and looked at Aziraphale over the tops of his sunglasses. “Have you ever heard of the Mile-High Club?”
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The next one I ded for laylah. Famine/War/Pollution, with Death on the side. R.
Blanc was the one who started it. He usually was, on those occasions when they got together. He’d be lying on the couch, or the bed, all pale limbs and soft white hair, and Sable wouldn’t be able to resist. Red would watch them, smiling. Black on white, Sable’s hungry hands and mouth drawing soft, ragged gasps from the pale man. It was beautiful to watch them moving against each other, scarcity and need, one by his nature corrupting and the other hungering.
And when it all reached a fever pitch, when gasps became moans and manicured nails raked red lines down white skin, that was when she would slip in between them, brilliant and fiery. She would arch between them, uncontained, passionate, wild, as desire and frustration raced towards their inevitable conclusion.
He would never join in, of course. But he would watch, always watch. And when it was over he would slip in like a shadow, touch their sleeping foreheads, survey the mess they’d made, and wait for them to wake again.
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Lastly, pinstripesuit requested Crowley with Greed (*points to icon*), a character from the anime Full Metal Alchemist. Like Crowley, Greed has a fondness for material luxury, and sunglasses; has dark hair and funny eyes and good cheekbones; and if he knew what a Bentley was, I've no doubt he'd love one.
It was clear he was different. From the expensive black car outside to the way he sat down and ordered a coffee, black, the stranger fairly exuded calm, easy confidence that some mistook for arrogance.
Greed recognized it; he had it too.
“Hey,” Greed smiled. The stranger looked at him, lips quirked.
“You’re not like the others here,” Greed continued.
“Oh?”
“Most people here, they’re looking to get drunk.”
“Maybe I’m looking for something else.”
“A drinking partner, maybe?”
The stranger smirked, taking off his glasses. His eyes were both intensely familiar to Greed, and profoundly alien. “Among other things.”
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That's all there is. I hope you like them! And feel free to give me feedback. I ♥ feedback.
The first one I did for sfk_for_short; Crowley and Aziraphale talk about flying. Implied C/A; PG.
“It just doesn’t feel right.”
“Oh, come on, angel, it’s not that bad…”
“He gave us wings for a reason. Flying like this just feels… dishonest.”
“Honesty is overrated. And this way is much less tiring. You can’t get a first-class meal flitting about out there, now can you?”
“I suppose…” Aziraphale sighed again, looking out the window. “Still. This way isn’t as interesting. All static and… normal in here. Boring.”
Crowley chuckled. “Oh, that’s easy enough to fix…” he leaned forward and looked at Aziraphale over the tops of his sunglasses. “Have you ever heard of the Mile-High Club?”
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The next one I ded for laylah. Famine/War/Pollution, with Death on the side. R.
Blanc was the one who started it. He usually was, on those occasions when they got together. He’d be lying on the couch, or the bed, all pale limbs and soft white hair, and Sable wouldn’t be able to resist. Red would watch them, smiling. Black on white, Sable’s hungry hands and mouth drawing soft, ragged gasps from the pale man. It was beautiful to watch them moving against each other, scarcity and need, one by his nature corrupting and the other hungering.
And when it all reached a fever pitch, when gasps became moans and manicured nails raked red lines down white skin, that was when she would slip in between them, brilliant and fiery. She would arch between them, uncontained, passionate, wild, as desire and frustration raced towards their inevitable conclusion.
He would never join in, of course. But he would watch, always watch. And when it was over he would slip in like a shadow, touch their sleeping foreheads, survey the mess they’d made, and wait for them to wake again.
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Lastly, pinstripesuit requested Crowley with Greed (*points to icon*), a character from the anime Full Metal Alchemist. Like Crowley, Greed has a fondness for material luxury, and sunglasses; has dark hair and funny eyes and good cheekbones; and if he knew what a Bentley was, I've no doubt he'd love one.
It was clear he was different. From the expensive black car outside to the way he sat down and ordered a coffee, black, the stranger fairly exuded calm, easy confidence that some mistook for arrogance.
Greed recognized it; he had it too.
“Hey,” Greed smiled. The stranger looked at him, lips quirked.
“You’re not like the others here,” Greed continued.
“Oh?”
“Most people here, they’re looking to get drunk.”
“Maybe I’m looking for something else.”
“A drinking partner, maybe?”
The stranger smirked, taking off his glasses. His eyes were both intensely familiar to Greed, and profoundly alien. “Among other things.”
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That's all there is. I hope you like them! And feel free to give me feedback. I ♥ feedback.