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vocab_drabblesTitle: Ambiguous Shirt Ripping
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG
Words: 124
Characters/Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Summary: Just a bit of silliness regarding a certain demon and a certain turtleneck
Notes: Inspired by fandom's love of Crowley's turtleneck. Myself. I prefer more skin showing. So, you can take this little thing however you want. Maybe Aziraphale dislikes the turtleneck… or perhaps it's so irresistible that he can't control himself.
Aziraphale slammed a book down loudly on the table. "All right, that's it!"
Crowley started, not necessarily at the loud exclamation but at the uncharacteristic mistreatment of a book.
"I've had quite enough!"
Crowley's confusion was evident in his defensive response. "Ngk.. what?" The angel had been ostensibly immersed in his novel a few moments ago, and although Crowley hadn't missed the frequent glances in his direction, they hadn't seemed disagreeable.
"I've put up with it for far too long," Aziraphale stated, rising and stalking towards him.
Wondering what he'd done wrong and what was coming next, Crowley could only watch as Aziraphale marched up to him…
And unceremoniously reached out to rip Crowley's shirt from the top to halfway down. "No. More. Turtlenecks."
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG
Words: 124
Characters/Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Summary: Just a bit of silliness regarding a certain demon and a certain turtleneck
Notes: Inspired by fandom's love of Crowley's turtleneck. Myself. I prefer more skin showing. So, you can take this little thing however you want. Maybe Aziraphale dislikes the turtleneck… or perhaps it's so irresistible that he can't control himself.
Aziraphale slammed a book down loudly on the table. "All right, that's it!"
Crowley started, not necessarily at the loud exclamation but at the uncharacteristic mistreatment of a book.
"I've had quite enough!"
Crowley's confusion was evident in his defensive response. "Ngk.. what?" The angel had been ostensibly immersed in his novel a few moments ago, and although Crowley hadn't missed the frequent glances in his direction, they hadn't seemed disagreeable.
"I've put up with it for far too long," Aziraphale stated, rising and stalking towards him.
Wondering what he'd done wrong and what was coming next, Crowley could only watch as Aziraphale marched up to him…
And unceremoniously reached out to rip Crowley's shirt from the top to halfway down. "No. More. Turtlenecks."
