Timestamp meme - Good Omens
For pinefresh:
For my AU to louiselux's Baby Snakes
"This is terrible!" Crowley shrieked. He looked at the list of names in the paper again. "Terrible!"
"Shush," Aziraphale said. "You should be pleased. They worked very hard. I'm proud of you, dears."
The boys shuffled in awkward, pleased embarrassment, and as one, sprawled on the sofa.
"Feet off the furniture!" Crowley snapped. He spread the paper out and willed it to give him different information. After a moment, Aziraphale sighed, and made it go back to the original news.
"Can we have toast?" Matthew asked.
"With butter?" Mark added.
"And Nutella?" Luke pleaded.
"I'd rather have Marmite," John said. His brothers regarded him with disgust. He always had to be different.
"We're taking you out to dinner," Aziraphale said. "To celebrate, isn't that right, Crowley?" Crowley made no answer, being currently engaged in tearing his hair out and moaning about how he'd always known Aziraphale was a bad influence. Aziraphale sighed. He supposed having one son who'd studied Theology would have been bad enough for Crowley, but to have four who'd all got Firsts in their Finals, well . . .
"What are your plans for the future, boys?" he asked.
"Postgrad!" they chorused.
"Computer science? Nuclear physics? Economics? There's all sorts of evil you can get up to with a degree in Economics," Crowley said hopefully.
The boys looked at each other. "Theology," they all admitted.
"Isn't that nice?" Aziraphale said, trying to rescue the situation. It wouldn't be kind, he decided, to draw attention to the fact Crowley had just taken a bite out of the table. "But, er, what sorts of jobs were you thinking of?"
"University lecturer!" Matthew said in excitement.
"University lecturer," Mark said resignedly.
"University lecturer," Luke grinned, perusing a list of Oxbridge pay scales.
"Ordination in the Church of England!" John beamed.
His brothers regarded him in disgust. Crowley screamed.
For my AU to louiselux's Baby Snakes
"This is terrible!" Crowley shrieked. He looked at the list of names in the paper again. "Terrible!"
"Shush," Aziraphale said. "You should be pleased. They worked very hard. I'm proud of you, dears."
The boys shuffled in awkward, pleased embarrassment, and as one, sprawled on the sofa.
"Feet off the furniture!" Crowley snapped. He spread the paper out and willed it to give him different information. After a moment, Aziraphale sighed, and made it go back to the original news.
"Can we have toast?" Matthew asked.
"With butter?" Mark added.
"And Nutella?" Luke pleaded.
"I'd rather have Marmite," John said. His brothers regarded him with disgust. He always had to be different.
"We're taking you out to dinner," Aziraphale said. "To celebrate, isn't that right, Crowley?" Crowley made no answer, being currently engaged in tearing his hair out and moaning about how he'd always known Aziraphale was a bad influence. Aziraphale sighed. He supposed having one son who'd studied Theology would have been bad enough for Crowley, but to have four who'd all got Firsts in their Finals, well . . .
"What are your plans for the future, boys?" he asked.
"Postgrad!" they chorused.
"Computer science? Nuclear physics? Economics? There's all sorts of evil you can get up to with a degree in Economics," Crowley said hopefully.
The boys looked at each other. "Theology," they all admitted.
"Isn't that nice?" Aziraphale said, trying to rescue the situation. It wouldn't be kind, he decided, to draw attention to the fact Crowley had just taken a bite out of the table. "But, er, what sorts of jobs were you thinking of?"
"University lecturer!" Matthew said in excitement.
"University lecturer," Mark said resignedly.
"University lecturer," Luke grinned, perusing a list of Oxbridge pay scales.
"Ordination in the Church of England!" John beamed.
His brothers regarded him in disgust. Crowley screamed.