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vocab_drabblesTitle: Divine Plans Were Made to be Changed
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG
Words: 701
Characters/Pairing: Aziraphale, Crowley (can be read as gen or pre-slash)
Summary: What comes after the end? Aziraphale and Crowley discuss their future
Humans started predicting the end of the world almost as soon as the world began. Everyone had a different opinion about when and how it would happen. Some of them allowed for biblical prophecy and others came up with their own notions, farfetched as many of them were.
Everyone was wrong.
Instead, it happened on a Tuesday. Just an ordinary day, like any other. No floods or asteroids, no alien invasion or nuclear disaster. It just happened one day while no one was expecting it. It took everyone by surprise, including angels and demons. In fact, you might say they were more surprised than anyone.
Surprised and more than a bit perturbed.
“Well, then,” Aziraphale murmured, his hand fluttering in the air. “I didn’t expect that to happen.”
“No one did,” Crowley agreed.
“I mean, isn’t it against the rules or something?”
“You think God and Satan should have to follow the rules? It’s their prerogative, isn't it? Supreme Beings, and all that.” Crowley wasn’t sure how he felt about being out of a job, but it was clearly bothering his angel. I mean, so far, it didn’t seem too bad. They were still together, and that was all that counted in the end, really.
“All right, they don’t, but still. Not to tell anyone about it.” Aziraphale sniffed, insulted.
“I suppose they might have been a bit put out by what happened last time.” After all, they had managed to thwart the apocalypse. It was a wonder they’d gotten out of that one, and he could understand the new strategy. No one could stop it if no one knew it was happening.
“Still,” the angel insisted. “Everyone was caught off guard. The humans never even had a chance to prepare.”
“They’ve been preparing since the beginning,” Crowley scoffed. “Remember how cute they were, those times they thought the solar eclipse meant the sun would never return?” he reminisced fondly.
Aziraphale nodded. “Then there were all those doomsday cults, like Heaven’s Gate.”
“Got to give it to that one; he really believed what he preached,” Crowley stated. “Not like a lot of those so-called prophets that were only in it for the women, the power, and the money.”
“Since when does that type of thing offend you?”
“I must be hanging around you too much,” Crowley retorted with a grimace.
Aziraphale wrinkled his nose. “At least they were preparing. Those preppers were so diligent about their underground bunkers and years’ worth of dehydrated food. They should have at least gotten a chance to try it out.”
Crowley looked at the angel over his glasses. “Are you disagreeing with the boss’s decision?”
“Oh, like that would be the first time! Don’t matter anyway. It’s all over now, isn’t it?”
Crowley looked around the area they were standing in. Previously it had been a bustling city. Now it was just an empty ruin. “It might have been nice if they’d gotten a sporting head start.”
“I suppose they’ll be calling us back soon,” Aziraphale said, looking sadly at his old friend. “Me back to heaven, and you,” he glanced at the ground, “down there.”
“I suppose so,” Crowley agreed.
They fell silent, each contemplating the end of everything.
“I’ll miss those crepes,” the angel murmured.
“I wonder if I can take my Bentley.”
“Oh, my books….” Aziraphale moaned.
“No more books,” Crowley agreed.
They stood in the middle of nothing, one ethereal being, and one demonic presence, with no one left to save or corrupt.
“I suppose. I mean… I’ll miss you, too.” Aziraphale glanced sideways at the demon.
“Oh, uh, you too. Me, I mean, ditto.”
“Right.”
“Unless…”
“Unless what?” the angel quickly blurted.
“Well, we could always….”
“Always what?”
“We could leave. Go to Alpha Centauri,” Crowley suggested.
“Together?”
The demon shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “If you want.”
Aziraphale was quiet for a moment before responding. “I’d like that,” he said shyly.
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” he answered in a stronger, more determined voice. “Yes, I will go with you to Alpha Centauri.”
Aziraphale held out his hand, and after a moment, Crowley took it.
Then, the angel and the demon disappeared in a blinding light as if riding off into the sunset together.
Fandom: Good Omens
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: PG
Words: 701
Characters/Pairing: Aziraphale, Crowley (can be read as gen or pre-slash)
Summary: What comes after the end? Aziraphale and Crowley discuss their future
Humans started predicting the end of the world almost as soon as the world began. Everyone had a different opinion about when and how it would happen. Some of them allowed for biblical prophecy and others came up with their own notions, farfetched as many of them were.
Everyone was wrong.
Instead, it happened on a Tuesday. Just an ordinary day, like any other. No floods or asteroids, no alien invasion or nuclear disaster. It just happened one day while no one was expecting it. It took everyone by surprise, including angels and demons. In fact, you might say they were more surprised than anyone.
Surprised and more than a bit perturbed.
“Well, then,” Aziraphale murmured, his hand fluttering in the air. “I didn’t expect that to happen.”
“No one did,” Crowley agreed.
“I mean, isn’t it against the rules or something?”
“You think God and Satan should have to follow the rules? It’s their prerogative, isn't it? Supreme Beings, and all that.” Crowley wasn’t sure how he felt about being out of a job, but it was clearly bothering his angel. I mean, so far, it didn’t seem too bad. They were still together, and that was all that counted in the end, really.
“All right, they don’t, but still. Not to tell anyone about it.” Aziraphale sniffed, insulted.
“I suppose they might have been a bit put out by what happened last time.” After all, they had managed to thwart the apocalypse. It was a wonder they’d gotten out of that one, and he could understand the new strategy. No one could stop it if no one knew it was happening.
“Still,” the angel insisted. “Everyone was caught off guard. The humans never even had a chance to prepare.”
“They’ve been preparing since the beginning,” Crowley scoffed. “Remember how cute they were, those times they thought the solar eclipse meant the sun would never return?” he reminisced fondly.
Aziraphale nodded. “Then there were all those doomsday cults, like Heaven’s Gate.”
“Got to give it to that one; he really believed what he preached,” Crowley stated. “Not like a lot of those so-called prophets that were only in it for the women, the power, and the money.”
“Since when does that type of thing offend you?”
“I must be hanging around you too much,” Crowley retorted with a grimace.
Aziraphale wrinkled his nose. “At least they were preparing. Those preppers were so diligent about their underground bunkers and years’ worth of dehydrated food. They should have at least gotten a chance to try it out.”
Crowley looked at the angel over his glasses. “Are you disagreeing with the boss’s decision?”
“Oh, like that would be the first time! Don’t matter anyway. It’s all over now, isn’t it?”
Crowley looked around the area they were standing in. Previously it had been a bustling city. Now it was just an empty ruin. “It might have been nice if they’d gotten a sporting head start.”
“I suppose they’ll be calling us back soon,” Aziraphale said, looking sadly at his old friend. “Me back to heaven, and you,” he glanced at the ground, “down there.”
“I suppose so,” Crowley agreed.
They fell silent, each contemplating the end of everything.
“I’ll miss those crepes,” the angel murmured.
“I wonder if I can take my Bentley.”
“Oh, my books….” Aziraphale moaned.
“No more books,” Crowley agreed.
They stood in the middle of nothing, one ethereal being, and one demonic presence, with no one left to save or corrupt.
“I suppose. I mean… I’ll miss you, too.” Aziraphale glanced sideways at the demon.
“Oh, uh, you too. Me, I mean, ditto.”
“Right.”
“Unless…”
“Unless what?” the angel quickly blurted.
“Well, we could always….”
“Always what?”
“We could leave. Go to Alpha Centauri,” Crowley suggested.
“Together?”
The demon shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “If you want.”
Aziraphale was quiet for a moment before responding. “I’d like that,” he said shyly.
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” he answered in a stronger, more determined voice. “Yes, I will go with you to Alpha Centauri.”
Aziraphale held out his hand, and after a moment, Crowley took it.
Then, the angel and the demon disappeared in a blinding light as if riding off into the sunset together.
