So I've been lurking around here for a few months (insert joke involving Hastur and/or Ligur here) and decided to actually post. Mostly because I've actually finished a fic. I'm currently working on something like four and it's very hard to just pick one and finish it off. And I procrastinate. And I've got so many plot bunnies floating around in my head it's not even funny (well, maybe a little). But I've got a short ficlet for you!
And They Lived Happily Ever After
Author: Sanomi
Rating: PG
Notes: Mild hints of Aziraphale/Crowley.
Summary: The real story behind the tale of St. George and the Dragon.
“George?”
“It was the first name that came to mind.”
“But George?”
“Well I could have told them my true name, if you’d prefer-- and then they’d really think I was sent from God.”
“I don’t think it’s fair. You get to be a saint, and I have to be defeated by someone with a name like ‘George.’”
“You’re just lucky I happened to be around. What if there had been a real knight to challenge you?”
“Look, how was I supposed to know the girls were going to say that a dragon kidnapped them? I can’t believe they actually bought that story.”
“The girls were disappearing into your cave every night. And it is a dragonish thing to kidnap virgins. According to the stories.”
“I wasn’t kidnapping them, I was merely tempting them to a little fun. And no matter what their parents like to think, they definitely weren’t virgins.”
“...”
“Stop rolling your eyes at me, angel. Don’t knock it ‘till you’ve tried it.”
“Don’t you leer at me. Haven’t you filled your temptation quota by now?”
“Well, I don’t want to fall behind.”
“Really, my dear.”
“Fine, fine. I’ll stop.”
“Thank you.”
“Yeah, whatever. I need a drink. My shoulder is killing me--what is that spear of yours made of, anyway? Titanium?”
“I barely scratched you.”
“Doesn’t feel like it on my end.”
“Let me take a look at it, then. Lift your shirt, would you?”
“Er-- Don’t worry about it. I’m fine, really.”
“Are you certain?”
“Yes. I am. Ahem. We put on a pretty good show, didn’t we?”
“I expect they’ll be talking about it for ages.”
“Mm. How far is the next tavern?”
“Quite a long ways, actually.”
“Well, have you got anything better to do?”
“I suppose not.”
“Let’s get going, then.”