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banrionceallach) wrote2019-08-05 03:09 pm
banrionceallach) wrote2019-08-05 03:09 pm
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Tentative Good Omens Crossover idea
Okay, but a kid who’s run away from home wanders into Aziraphale’s shop while Aziraphale is out doing a blessing and Crowley is keeping an eye on the place till the angel gets back.
He’s short and dark haired and skinny in a way a healthy child really shouldn’t be. His clothes are worn and do not fit him At All. He looks about twelve. Thirteen at most.
Crowley’s slithering around the shop in snake form and doesn’t immediately notice the boy until the kid says “hello, what are you doing here?”
By hissing.
Crowley is Intrigued. He hasn’t met one of Those Humans in a very long time, and he’s never been around a child one that had the ability to talk to him like this.
So he hisses back “I live here. Whatsss your name kid?”
The boy hesitates a moment, looking around for any potential eavesdroppers. “Harry,” he hisses so quietly that Crowley just barely hears it. “Harry Potter.”
To Crowley’s increasing curiosity the boy pauses instinctively as if waiting for some sort of reaction.
Crowley just tilts his head. “Niccce to meet you Harry Potter. What are you doing here?”
When Aziraphale gets back some hours later he notices the wards on the shop have been considerably strengthened. He asks Crowley about it and the demon shrugs.
“There might be some unsavoury characters looking for our new godson so I thought I should freshen things up a bit.”
“New. Godson.”
“You’ll love him Angel! His name’s Harry, he’s asleep upstairs and he’s a self-sacrificing idiot, but not to worry, we’ll sort that out in short order.”
“New. Godson.”
“Also,” Crowley says proudly, “he’s a sarcastic little shit. I’ll barely even need to help him work on his comebacks!”
“Oh dear.”
He’s short and dark haired and skinny in a way a healthy child really shouldn’t be. His clothes are worn and do not fit him At All. He looks about twelve. Thirteen at most.
Crowley’s slithering around the shop in snake form and doesn’t immediately notice the boy until the kid says “hello, what are you doing here?”
By hissing.
Crowley is Intrigued. He hasn’t met one of Those Humans in a very long time, and he’s never been around a child one that had the ability to talk to him like this.
So he hisses back “I live here. Whatsss your name kid?”
The boy hesitates a moment, looking around for any potential eavesdroppers. “Harry,” he hisses so quietly that Crowley just barely hears it. “Harry Potter.”
To Crowley’s increasing curiosity the boy pauses instinctively as if waiting for some sort of reaction.
Crowley just tilts his head. “Niccce to meet you Harry Potter. What are you doing here?”
When Aziraphale gets back some hours later he notices the wards on the shop have been considerably strengthened. He asks Crowley about it and the demon shrugs.
“There might be some unsavoury characters looking for our new godson so I thought I should freshen things up a bit.”
“New. Godson.”
“You’ll love him Angel! His name’s Harry, he’s asleep upstairs and he’s a self-sacrificing idiot, but not to worry, we’ll sort that out in short order.”
“New. Godson.”
“Also,” Crowley says proudly, “he’s a sarcastic little shit. I’ll barely even need to help him work on his comebacks!”
“Oh dear.”