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vocab_drabblesTitle: Angels with Claws
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 368
Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, non-human OC
Summary: Sequel to my fic, Bonded Pair - Do Not Separate. Post S2, Aziraphale is back from heaven and Crowley is doing his best to keep cats and angel from clashing. Or so he thinks?
Notes: Well, it was supposed to be a short one-shot, but these things happen. Due to the nature of DW, this has been posted as a sequel, but for archive purposes, it will be added as a second chapter of the original fic.
It was a quiet day in the shop as Crowley idly doom-scrolled on his mobile, save for the occasional turning of the pages of the book Aziraphale was reading. In fact, it was too quiet, the kind of silence that spoke of ominous things about to happen…
Galvanized into action and with the instincts honed from months of training, Crowley leaped up from the couch and practically materialized in front of the shelf, reaching out to grab the statue in protective hands a moment before a feline-shaped being would have sent it crashing to the floor.
He glanced at Aziraphale guiltily. Since returning from heaven, the angel had found Crowley was now part of a package deal. They were all still getting used to the new living arrangements.
Aziraphale didn't look angry or upset; he had a distinctive phlegmatic air, with a touch of mild amusement hinting around the corners of his mouth. Crowley let out a relieved breath and pointed a finger at him.
"It wasn't Deek," he proclaimed victoriously, although no one could be blamed for wondering why he felt vindicated. "He's never done one thing wrong. It's that bastard Angelkit who's the troublemaker."
"Oh, I'm sure, dear," Aziraphale said mildly. "We both know the demon is a perfect pussycat."
"Ngk." Crowley's brain shuffled through several words, suspicious. "Right, uh, yes, exactly. The cat," he added.
"Of course, dear."
Crowley suspected he was being teased, but since he'd just averted the destruction of one of Aziraphale's rare art pieces and the angel had been surprisingly agreeable about his two new 'roommates' (well, three if Crowley counted himself, and he probably should), he decided the best course of action was changing the subject.
"Shall we open a bottle of wine, angel?"
"Please do," Aziraphale answered, as a white cat leaped gracefully into his lap. He petted the soft fur with one hand while the other still held his book.
Crowley took in the scene with narrowed eyes, suddenly feeling outnumbered. "If I didn't know better…."
"What was that, dear?" Aziraphale inquired, looking at him over the top of the book.
"Never mind." Crowley gave the pair of angels one last look, then left to get the wine.
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 368
Characters: Crowley, Aziraphale, non-human OC
Summary: Sequel to my fic, Bonded Pair - Do Not Separate. Post S2, Aziraphale is back from heaven and Crowley is doing his best to keep cats and angel from clashing. Or so he thinks?
Notes: Well, it was supposed to be a short one-shot, but these things happen. Due to the nature of DW, this has been posted as a sequel, but for archive purposes, it will be added as a second chapter of the original fic.
It was a quiet day in the shop as Crowley idly doom-scrolled on his mobile, save for the occasional turning of the pages of the book Aziraphale was reading. In fact, it was too quiet, the kind of silence that spoke of ominous things about to happen…
Galvanized into action and with the instincts honed from months of training, Crowley leaped up from the couch and practically materialized in front of the shelf, reaching out to grab the statue in protective hands a moment before a feline-shaped being would have sent it crashing to the floor.
He glanced at Aziraphale guiltily. Since returning from heaven, the angel had found Crowley was now part of a package deal. They were all still getting used to the new living arrangements.
Aziraphale didn't look angry or upset; he had a distinctive phlegmatic air, with a touch of mild amusement hinting around the corners of his mouth. Crowley let out a relieved breath and pointed a finger at him.
"It wasn't Deek," he proclaimed victoriously, although no one could be blamed for wondering why he felt vindicated. "He's never done one thing wrong. It's that bastard Angelkit who's the troublemaker."
"Oh, I'm sure, dear," Aziraphale said mildly. "We both know the demon is a perfect pussycat."
"Ngk." Crowley's brain shuffled through several words, suspicious. "Right, uh, yes, exactly. The cat," he added.
"Of course, dear."
Crowley suspected he was being teased, but since he'd just averted the destruction of one of Aziraphale's rare art pieces and the angel had been surprisingly agreeable about his two new 'roommates' (well, three if Crowley counted himself, and he probably should), he decided the best course of action was changing the subject.
"Shall we open a bottle of wine, angel?"
"Please do," Aziraphale answered, as a white cat leaped gracefully into his lap. He petted the soft fur with one hand while the other still held his book.
Crowley took in the scene with narrowed eyes, suddenly feeling outnumbered. "If I didn't know better…."
"What was that, dear?" Aziraphale inquired, looking at him over the top of the book.
"Never mind." Crowley gave the pair of angels one last look, then left to get the wine.
