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vocab_drabblesTitle: Debunked by an Expert
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG
Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, OMC, OFC
Words: 364
Summary: Aziraphale's involved in a 'situation,' and so he calls on Crowley, who's uniquely qualified to assist.
Notes: Inspired by an episode of The Why Files
"Oh dear," Aziraphale murmured, glancing at his demon friend.
The angel had come to find himself in this particular situation after an unfortunate misunderstanding had left the village under the impression that he was a priest. He'd dragged Crowley along with him because, well, it'll be obvious why in a moment.
The human they'd been summoned to see was lying in bed, writhing in an obscene way and growling words that, even with knowledge of all the languages of the world, sounded like gibberish to the celestial beings.
"You've got to help us, Padre!" the woman who'd asked for Aziraphale desperately cried.
Crowley read the beseeching angel eyes turned on him without needing words. He yawned loudly, earning surprised glances from both humans. "Really?!" he scoffed. "This is the best you've got?"
The afflicted youth snarled curses in a guttural tone, spittle trailing down his face as he promised something dire involving Satan.
"That's risible!" Crowley laughed to emphasize it. "You get an E for effort. No gold star, though." He stepped closer. "See, I happen to know a few things about this subject, and you aren't possessed by any demons."
The woman grabbed Aziraphale's arm. "Padre, what is this man doing?"
The angel patted her hand, then removed it from his person. "Well, he is the expert on these things."
Without warning, Crowley's head morphed into a giant snake, roaring at them threateningly before slipping back into his perfectly coiffed man shape again.
The woman slid down against the wall in shock, legs no longer able to hold her. The youth, though, had stopped growling and was staring.
"Well?" the real demon said with raised eyebrows. "Anything you want to say?"
"I'm sorry, mama!" he blurted. "I was just… it was a prank. I didn't mean any harm, I swear!"
"See?" Aziraphale said with a smile. "All sorted. Spot of lunch?" he asked Crowley.
"Of course, angel."
Unfortunately for Aziraphale, neither the mother nor her son wanted the embarrassment of having everyone know he was a fake, so instead, they told everyone the priest had successfully exorcised the demon and saved him.
Aziraphale had to move on to a new town after that.
END
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG
Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, OMC, OFC
Words: 364
Summary: Aziraphale's involved in a 'situation,' and so he calls on Crowley, who's uniquely qualified to assist.
Notes: Inspired by an episode of The Why Files
"Oh dear," Aziraphale murmured, glancing at his demon friend.
The angel had come to find himself in this particular situation after an unfortunate misunderstanding had left the village under the impression that he was a priest. He'd dragged Crowley along with him because, well, it'll be obvious why in a moment.
The human they'd been summoned to see was lying in bed, writhing in an obscene way and growling words that, even with knowledge of all the languages of the world, sounded like gibberish to the celestial beings.
"You've got to help us, Padre!" the woman who'd asked for Aziraphale desperately cried.
Crowley read the beseeching angel eyes turned on him without needing words. He yawned loudly, earning surprised glances from both humans. "Really?!" he scoffed. "This is the best you've got?"
The afflicted youth snarled curses in a guttural tone, spittle trailing down his face as he promised something dire involving Satan.
"That's risible!" Crowley laughed to emphasize it. "You get an E for effort. No gold star, though." He stepped closer. "See, I happen to know a few things about this subject, and you aren't possessed by any demons."
The woman grabbed Aziraphale's arm. "Padre, what is this man doing?"
The angel patted her hand, then removed it from his person. "Well, he is the expert on these things."
Without warning, Crowley's head morphed into a giant snake, roaring at them threateningly before slipping back into his perfectly coiffed man shape again.
The woman slid down against the wall in shock, legs no longer able to hold her. The youth, though, had stopped growling and was staring.
"Well?" the real demon said with raised eyebrows. "Anything you want to say?"
"I'm sorry, mama!" he blurted. "I was just… it was a prank. I didn't mean any harm, I swear!"
"See?" Aziraphale said with a smile. "All sorted. Spot of lunch?" he asked Crowley.
"Of course, angel."
Unfortunately for Aziraphale, neither the mother nor her son wanted the embarrassment of having everyone know he was a fake, so instead, they told everyone the priest had successfully exorcised the demon and saved him.
Aziraphale had to move on to a new town after that.
END
