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[Good Omens] no time like the present (Aziraphale & Crowley gen)
Title: no time like the present
Fandom: Good Omens
Length: 249 words
Prompt: Christmas card fic!
Pairing: Aziraphale & Crowley gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "It doesn't seem right, you celebrating Christmas," Aziraphale said. Crowley refused to look sheepish, which was difficult given the size of the package in his arms.
"It doesn't seem right, you celebrating Christmas," Aziraphale said. Crowley refused to look sheepish, which was difficult given the size of the package in his arms. He felt ridiculous. The package had a bright red ribbon around it. It was wrapped in sparkly paper, a bit clumsily, with extra tape.
"I don't," Crowley said sourly. He celebrated Black Friday, though, like most demons. "Someone sent this to me."
"How curious," Aziraphale said, brow furrowing. "Have you made a friend, Crowley?"
"I hope not," the demon said. "I'd thought maybe you sent it."
"I usually do a few miracles in your name at Christmas," Aziraphale answered primly.
Crowley set the box on Aziraphale's bookshop counter, scattering old books and paper everywhere. They both stared at it.
"It could be anything," Crowley said. "Hastur has probably rematerialized by now. Or one of the other ones. Or someone else I've forgotten."
Aziraphale gave him a look. Then he carefully lifted the ribbon and traced a finger down it until he found the gift tag.
"It's from Adam," he said, dropping the ribbon like it had caught fire suddenly. Crowley's eyes widened so much that his sunglasses nearly fell off.
"Let's go have a drink," he suggested. In desperation, he added, "I'll pay."
Aziraphale agreed hurriedly. They'd consider the present later. If ever. It was about time for him to move shop, anyway.
"Merry Christmas, Crowley," he said, and didn't even lock the door behind himself.
Fandom: Good Omens
Length: 249 words
Prompt: Christmas card fic!
Pairing: Aziraphale & Crowley gen
Other: n/a
Excerpt: "It doesn't seem right, you celebrating Christmas," Aziraphale said. Crowley refused to look sheepish, which was difficult given the size of the package in his arms.
"It doesn't seem right, you celebrating Christmas," Aziraphale said. Crowley refused to look sheepish, which was difficult given the size of the package in his arms. He felt ridiculous. The package had a bright red ribbon around it. It was wrapped in sparkly paper, a bit clumsily, with extra tape.
"I don't," Crowley said sourly. He celebrated Black Friday, though, like most demons. "Someone sent this to me."
"How curious," Aziraphale said, brow furrowing. "Have you made a friend, Crowley?"
"I hope not," the demon said. "I'd thought maybe you sent it."
"I usually do a few miracles in your name at Christmas," Aziraphale answered primly.
Crowley set the box on Aziraphale's bookshop counter, scattering old books and paper everywhere. They both stared at it.
"It could be anything," Crowley said. "Hastur has probably rematerialized by now. Or one of the other ones. Or someone else I've forgotten."
Aziraphale gave him a look. Then he carefully lifted the ribbon and traced a finger down it until he found the gift tag.
"It's from Adam," he said, dropping the ribbon like it had caught fire suddenly. Crowley's eyes widened so much that his sunglasses nearly fell off.
"Let's go have a drink," he suggested. In desperation, he added, "I'll pay."
Aziraphale agreed hurriedly. They'd consider the present later. If ever. It was about time for him to move shop, anyway.
"Merry Christmas, Crowley," he said, and didn't even lock the door behind himself.