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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Jan. 25th, 2009 01:01 pm)Title Chocolate-covered Marshmallow
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale
Disclaimer: Terry and Neil are the proud papas. I'm the weird babysitter that coddles and coos the cutie.
Aziraphale wasn’t the most fit of man-shaped creatures. In a sense, this helped him blend in to the population as an unassuming forgettable man in an outdated sweater. In addition to looking quite ordinary and being quite bland, Aziraphale was sweet: He gave to charities, flipped a penny into every begging cup, and beamed ridiculously at anyone who would so much as look his way. When orphans saw him in the street, they were compelled to try and circle their arms around his middle and squeeze. He always gave them a pat on the head and made sure that, somewhere in the day, they would get something good. So it was that Aziraphale, once guardian of the Eastern Gate, now contact of the mortal plane, was a great big soft marshmallow.
Crowley, on the other hand, was not sweet. He was certainly not squishy, not that anyone had actually ever tried to squeeze him – even stray dogs with suspicious foam around their mouths cowered in his presence. His shaded glasses and sharp suits wore him, he so effused darkness. He was bitter, and his company could only be tolerated in small doses. So it was that Crowley, once Serpent of Eden, now contact of the mortal plane, was a dark chocolate. Too much of him left most people smacking their lips like they’d just ate carbon. “Most people,” of course, meant everyone – Earth, Above, and Below – save for Aziraphale.
It was a complete coincidence that bitter chocolate paired perfectly with sugary sweet marshmallows. Honestly. On a whim, Someone decided to try out a Crowley-covered Aziraphale. The results were disastrous. Many pieces of furniture were sacrificed in the experiment, a pair of designer sunglasses were crushed, and a trusty tartan sweater was ripped. They still do not speak of it today.
Fandom: Good Omens
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale
Disclaimer: Terry and Neil are the proud papas. I'm the weird babysitter that coddles and coos the cutie.
Aziraphale wasn’t the most fit of man-shaped creatures. In a sense, this helped him blend in to the population as an unassuming forgettable man in an outdated sweater. In addition to looking quite ordinary and being quite bland, Aziraphale was sweet: He gave to charities, flipped a penny into every begging cup, and beamed ridiculously at anyone who would so much as look his way. When orphans saw him in the street, they were compelled to try and circle their arms around his middle and squeeze. He always gave them a pat on the head and made sure that, somewhere in the day, they would get something good. So it was that Aziraphale, once guardian of the Eastern Gate, now contact of the mortal plane, was a great big soft marshmallow.
Crowley, on the other hand, was not sweet. He was certainly not squishy, not that anyone had actually ever tried to squeeze him – even stray dogs with suspicious foam around their mouths cowered in his presence. His shaded glasses and sharp suits wore him, he so effused darkness. He was bitter, and his company could only be tolerated in small doses. So it was that Crowley, once Serpent of Eden, now contact of the mortal plane, was a dark chocolate. Too much of him left most people smacking their lips like they’d just ate carbon. “Most people,” of course, meant everyone – Earth, Above, and Below – save for Aziraphale.
It was a complete coincidence that bitter chocolate paired perfectly with sugary sweet marshmallows. Honestly. On a whim, Someone decided to try out a Crowley-covered Aziraphale. The results were disastrous. Many pieces of furniture were sacrificed in the experiment, a pair of designer sunglasses were crushed, and a trusty tartan sweater was ripped. They still do not speak of it today.
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Thanks for reading! And your icon is hilarious.
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Congratulation to 'Someone' for this little culinary experience. I hope they'll do it again.
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