Rain
Title: And the rain, rain, rain, came down, down, down; and the flood rose up, up, upper.
Author: plumoneoneseven
Rating: PG (I wanted to write something darker but I failed.)
Prompt: Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley: begging, trapped/stranded. Requested by springkink
Warning: None, except possible comma abuse and excessive schmoop.
Disclaimer: Crowley and Aziraphale belong exclusively to themselves, each other, their sides, and GNeil and PTerry (in that order). Good Omens is one of my favourite books. I wish I owned it, but I don't.
Notes: At the end of the fic.
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Rain
The angel found the snake cowering under a hastily built wooden roof, curled up out of the water, shivering as if it would eventually vibrate itself to pieces.
“You’re not normally a snake nowadays. I thought you preferred legs at the moment.” The angel remarked with some surprise.
The snake opened one yellow eye and glared at the human-shaped angel.
“Snake’s smaller.” It hissed (quite literally). “It’s all this da... bloody rain I object to. It would be ‘holy water’ wouldn’t it?” The snake glared at the angel again. “If it gets up here I’m gone, I hope you realise that. Gone for good. I’ve been down here just as long as you have, they won’t let me back up if I go down now, but if I stay up here I’ll probably end up covered in holy water, and then I’m totally fucked.” An accusatory tone had crept into the snake’s voice.
The angel shook out its wings, and covered the little hut somewhat better than the battered driftwood had been doing. A guilty look crossed its face, not unnoticed by the snake.
“It won’t be for much longer.” The angel said in a worried voice, whilst peering upwards at the massing clouds. “It can’t go on forever after all.” The snake glared at the angel again, despite the fact that the angel wasn’t looking.
“I wasn’t really expecting to see you to be honest. I’d have thought you would have holed yourself up somewhere dry underground.”
“There is nowhere dry underground.”
The angel bit back a reply that would have cast aspersions on the snake’s ability to have searched everywhere underground. The angel blushed and shook some of the rain from its wings, sending it sliding to the ground with a faint pattering sound. The snake looked questioningly upwards.
“How long has it been so far?”
“Thirty two days.”
They sat in silence for a minute, listening to the holy rain clattering on the makeshift roof and running down to the sea which was now not much more than a mile from their vantage point.
“I suppose...”
“What?”
“I suppose I could fly you somewhere.”
“Where? We’re in the middle of a worldwide flood. There’s nowhere dry on this earth save for the floating menagerie, and I’m not going anywhere near that aquatic dung-heap. It passed by a few days ago and I could smell it from the sea up to here.”
“I suppose not then.”
“You suppose right.”
They sat in silence again watching droplets until the litany of rain tumbling past seemed to be happening in slow motion, and the world was reduced to the two of them; one sitting in the rain, the other sheltering under the wing of the other as well as the makeshift roof.
“You could always...” The snake broke the silence, but barely, its voice the merest whisper. The angel stayed silent, waiting for the progression of thought within the snake’s mind to come forth.
“You could always stay.” The snake’s voice was only a fraction louder than the rain. “You could stay here. With me. And stop...” Its voice trailed off into nothingness.
The angel shook its wings out again.
“Please?”
The word was so small that the angel nearly missed it.
The angel shuffled closer to the tiny hut and spread its wings carefully so that they formed a slanted roof over them both.
The snake curled up, content and drowsy. After a minute or two the angel rested its head upon its knees and followed the snake into dreaming.
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Notes: I really wanted to write something dark and oppressive, but I just couldn't I failed terribly, this isn't even slash really, it's just gen friend!fic. I'm really annoyed actually, because I had wanted proper 'trapped/begging' but I ended up with this. I went one way, and it went the other. Maybe one day I'll write the other fic, the one with torture that's in the back of my mind.
Oh, Title seriously stolen from Winnie the Pooh, not that I called it that whilst I was writing it.
Also a note grammar/storywise - This week I have been taking part in a non-gendered pronoun day (Yes, I realise everyone else stopped after one day, I kept going.) and I tried to put this into my writing. Since neither Aziraphale or Crowley 'technically speaking' have any gender, I hoped that I'd manage to write this fic entirely without gendered pronouns. If you spot one, let me know, since I didn't get anyone to beta it for me, and I may have done something accidental.
Author: plumoneoneseven
Rating: PG (I wanted to write something darker but I failed.)
Prompt: Good Omens, Aziraphale/Crowley: begging, trapped/stranded. Requested by springkink
Warning: None, except possible comma abuse and excessive schmoop.
Disclaimer: Crowley and Aziraphale belong exclusively to themselves, each other, their sides, and GNeil and PTerry (in that order). Good Omens is one of my favourite books. I wish I owned it, but I don't.
Notes: At the end of the fic.
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Rain
The angel found the snake cowering under a hastily built wooden roof, curled up out of the water, shivering as if it would eventually vibrate itself to pieces.
“You’re not normally a snake nowadays. I thought you preferred legs at the moment.” The angel remarked with some surprise.
The snake opened one yellow eye and glared at the human-shaped angel.
“Snake’s smaller.” It hissed (quite literally). “It’s all this da... bloody rain I object to. It would be ‘holy water’ wouldn’t it?” The snake glared at the angel again. “If it gets up here I’m gone, I hope you realise that. Gone for good. I’ve been down here just as long as you have, they won’t let me back up if I go down now, but if I stay up here I’ll probably end up covered in holy water, and then I’m totally fucked.” An accusatory tone had crept into the snake’s voice.
The angel shook out its wings, and covered the little hut somewhat better than the battered driftwood had been doing. A guilty look crossed its face, not unnoticed by the snake.
“It won’t be for much longer.” The angel said in a worried voice, whilst peering upwards at the massing clouds. “It can’t go on forever after all.” The snake glared at the angel again, despite the fact that the angel wasn’t looking.
“I wasn’t really expecting to see you to be honest. I’d have thought you would have holed yourself up somewhere dry underground.”
“There is nowhere dry underground.”
The angel bit back a reply that would have cast aspersions on the snake’s ability to have searched everywhere underground. The angel blushed and shook some of the rain from its wings, sending it sliding to the ground with a faint pattering sound. The snake looked questioningly upwards.
“How long has it been so far?”
“Thirty two days.”
They sat in silence for a minute, listening to the holy rain clattering on the makeshift roof and running down to the sea which was now not much more than a mile from their vantage point.
“I suppose...”
“What?”
“I suppose I could fly you somewhere.”
“Where? We’re in the middle of a worldwide flood. There’s nowhere dry on this earth save for the floating menagerie, and I’m not going anywhere near that aquatic dung-heap. It passed by a few days ago and I could smell it from the sea up to here.”
“I suppose not then.”
“You suppose right.”
They sat in silence again watching droplets until the litany of rain tumbling past seemed to be happening in slow motion, and the world was reduced to the two of them; one sitting in the rain, the other sheltering under the wing of the other as well as the makeshift roof.
“You could always...” The snake broke the silence, but barely, its voice the merest whisper. The angel stayed silent, waiting for the progression of thought within the snake’s mind to come forth.
“You could always stay.” The snake’s voice was only a fraction louder than the rain. “You could stay here. With me. And stop...” Its voice trailed off into nothingness.
The angel shook its wings out again.
“Please?”
The word was so small that the angel nearly missed it.
The angel shuffled closer to the tiny hut and spread its wings carefully so that they formed a slanted roof over them both.
The snake curled up, content and drowsy. After a minute or two the angel rested its head upon its knees and followed the snake into dreaming.
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Notes: I really wanted to write something dark and oppressive, but I just couldn't I failed terribly, this isn't even slash really, it's just gen friend!fic. I'm really annoyed actually, because I had wanted proper 'trapped/begging' but I ended up with this. I went one way, and it went the other. Maybe one day I'll write the other fic, the one with torture that's in the back of my mind.
Oh, Title seriously stolen from Winnie the Pooh, not that I called it that whilst I was writing it.
Also a note grammar/storywise - This week I have been taking part in a non-gendered pronoun day (Yes, I realise everyone else stopped after one day, I kept going.) and I tried to put this into my writing. Since neither Aziraphale or Crowley 'technically speaking' have any gender, I hoped that I'd manage to write this fic entirely without gendered pronouns. If you spot one, let me know, since I didn't get anyone to beta it for me, and I may have done something accidental.