My Math Skillz Do Not Exist
Apr. 10th, 2007 12:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanarillToday is the seventh day of the Omer ^.^'
Also, because Emmy and I had a loverly RP, which someone needs to give to Sair because Trill is a bitch, I learned what happens next, and promptly wrote it.
Title: ASRPxGO 6
Fandoms: What does the title say? Niel Gaiman and Terry Pratchett still awesome sauce, Butch Hartman still nothing like
Rating: PG, but only for implications
Warnings: Implied yaoi, Crowley not acting like Crowley (can you guess why?) and Aziraphale being righteous and British at the same time
“Aziraphale and I do not have sex!”
Which was able to stop Dan, in the sense that he shut up.
For about two seconds.
“Oh, this is Aziraphale.” Crowley’s nonexistent heart skipped a beat-pleasedon’ttell-but Dan merely smirked, an expression Crowley imagined on Lucifer’s face when he fell.
Aziraphale was glaring daggers at Crowley, an expression which he was able to ignore due to long practice and of course the fact that getting upset because of an angel wouldn’t have been cool. It was quite clear that there would be a long talk about what he had and had not told Dan as soon as they got back to the Renaissance. Crowley was tempted to go back to his sleek London flat without, at any point, passing go.
Until Dan said, “Hey angel, wanna meet my boyfriend?”
Crowley shut his eyes and counted off the seconds. He couldn’t exactly tell what the exact words were going to be, but he knew the sense of them in the same way that a traveler knows about a major landmark mountain:
“Why would I want to meet your boyfriend, dear?”
“’Cause he’s God.”
“ . . . I beg pardon?”
“And he gives the best head ever.”
Aziraphale gave a discreet little cough. “I’m sorry, dear, did you just imply that god is male, gay, and . . . sleeping with you?”
“Yuuuuup.” A Cheshire grin.
“Well.” Offended. “I’d at least like to meet the man who would impersonate the Ineffable.”
Crowley opened his eyes. He was pretty sure that this Clockwork was God, or at least a god, because it would take at least that much power to simply survive Dan for long. And his orgasms, of course.
“Well, now that’s settled,” he said brightly, “how about we get going?”
These bunnies, they eat me alive. Also, I need more pr0n in my life.
Also, because Emmy and I had a loverly RP, which someone needs to give to Sair because Trill is a bitch, I learned what happens next, and promptly wrote it.
Title: ASRPxGO 6
Fandoms: What does the title say? Niel Gaiman and Terry Pratchett still awesome sauce, Butch Hartman still nothing like
Rating: PG, but only for implications
Warnings: Implied yaoi, Crowley not acting like Crowley (can you guess why?) and Aziraphale being righteous and British at the same time
“Aziraphale and I do not have sex!”
Which was able to stop Dan, in the sense that he shut up.
For about two seconds.
“Oh, this is Aziraphale.” Crowley’s nonexistent heart skipped a beat-pleasedon’ttell-but Dan merely smirked, an expression Crowley imagined on Lucifer’s face when he fell.
Aziraphale was glaring daggers at Crowley, an expression which he was able to ignore due to long practice and of course the fact that getting upset because of an angel wouldn’t have been cool. It was quite clear that there would be a long talk about what he had and had not told Dan as soon as they got back to the Renaissance. Crowley was tempted to go back to his sleek London flat without, at any point, passing go.
Until Dan said, “Hey angel, wanna meet my boyfriend?”
Crowley shut his eyes and counted off the seconds. He couldn’t exactly tell what the exact words were going to be, but he knew the sense of them in the same way that a traveler knows about a major landmark mountain:
“Why would I want to meet your boyfriend, dear?”
“’Cause he’s God.”
“ . . . I beg pardon?”
“And he gives the best head ever.”
Aziraphale gave a discreet little cough. “I’m sorry, dear, did you just imply that god is male, gay, and . . . sleeping with you?”
“Yuuuuup.” A Cheshire grin.
“Well.” Offended. “I’d at least like to meet the man who would impersonate the Ineffable.”
Crowley opened his eyes. He was pretty sure that this Clockwork was God, or at least a god, because it would take at least that much power to simply survive Dan for long. And his orgasms, of course.
“Well, now that’s settled,” he said brightly, “how about we get going?”
These bunnies, they eat me alive. Also, I need more pr0n in my life.
