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The Trouble with a Keen Manager-Ch 12
A little relationship development in the 1990s pre-Antichrist when Crowley lost his demonic powers to a hellish Accountability drive. This chapter is almost a one-shot from Aziraphale's POV-sweet, pining, a might conflicted while Crowley takes refuge in the Bookshop after a long and eventful 24 hours. Not that he's going to tell Aziraphale that's what he's doing.
For the second time in the last week, Aziraphale did not immediately recognize Crowley when a nattily dressed young man sauntered into his shop. With the irritant of his demonic wiles nearly absent, and the camouflage of a young Scottish lad overlaying his corporation, Crowley just felt different, but also achingly, hauntingly reminiscent of other times. Aziraphale’s heart flip flopped a bit. Silly old angel, he remonstrated himself. Those days when they were both angels together were long over and done.
Putting his feelings aside, Aziraphale sang out in greeting, “Hallo young sir! How might I be of assistance?” then dropping the affectation, said, “I do like this new outfit on you! You pull off old-money-goes-to-University, quite dashingly,” the angel said, coming around to close up the shop.
“Hey yourself, angel,” Crowley sounded amused at Aziraphale’s over-the-top antics, “I could do with a sandwich. I’m famished,” Crowley replied, looking unusually stiff, as he lowered himself gingerly onto the Chesterfield.
Aziraphale couldn’t get over the unexpected enjoyment of sharing food with Crowley and it put everything else out of his mind for a moment. “Oh!” he beamed and clasped his hands in anticipation, “I laid in an afternoon tea! You’ve never wanted to try one with me before and I thought…” he was starting to natter, it did happen when he got excited.
“Yeah, angel, that would be great,” Crowley smiled fondly at him, resting an elbow on the arm of the couch, hand dangling nonchalantly, but Aziraphale thought he looked rather done in. Nevertheless, Crowley offered, “What can I do to help?” probably trying to keep their accounts balanced, well, he’d let the demon do the dishes or some little thing that could be wrangled into compliance as a ‘fair exchange’.
Holding his hand out to forestall Crowley gathering himself to get up, Aziraphale said, “No, no, no, just sit! You’ve been serving people all week.”
Crowley said, “Okay. I’ll just sit here then,” before leaning carefully back into the couch with a little sigh. Aziraphale hurriedly bustled off to the kitchen.
Aziraphale wondered why Crowley wasn’t responding to his nattering on with the demon’s usual snarky remarks, until the angel came back into the front triumphantly carrying a three tiered tray of sandwiches, quiches, scones, clotted cream, jams, and of course, a pot of tea. Crowley was fast asleep on the couch, tie loosened, head resting in the crook of the couch, his hands crossed loosely over his stomach, with his feet still on the floor like the nap had snuck up on him.
“Crowley?” the angel set down tea and trays, a bit deflated that Crowley missed his big reveal but the demon didn’t wake.
“Crowley!” Aziraphale said a bit more loudly.
“‘M awake!” Crowley sat up abruptly and blinked at the angel and the food. “Wow!” he breathed, wreathing Aziraphale’s face with a smile before an audible grumble from around his midsection made the angel chuckle. Aziraphale smiled at himself for a sleep rightly disturbed. Loading a plate, he passed it over, enjoying Crowley’s inhaling of the food almost as much as he enjoyed the repast himself. The way the demon’s eyes lit up as Crowley greedily accepted each plate of goodies nearly made up for him sleeping through the initial “Ta-da” moment.
Why had Crowley fallen asleep during mid-day? Aziraphale thought Crowley had gotten his corporation better sorted out than this.
Something else was amiss despite Crowley’s complete reticence on the subject of last night. A subject that had been on the lips of nearly every Whickber Street shopperson Aziraphale had spoken with today. All that couldn’t be true? Surely Crowley wouldn’t have actually gotten hurt? He was a wiley demon! He could talk his way out of almost anything!
While sipping his tea, Aziraphale looked Crowley over critically. Oh, dear…
“I heard around the neighborhood, that the Dirty Donkey’s new barkeep caught some ruffians trying to slip the mickey into the drinks of a couple of young ladies. He threw them out on their ear and the Dirty Donkey’s owner banned them! Upbraiding his clientele to mark these ne’er-do-wells that he might call the constabulatory should they show their faces again!” he said, pinky raised just before taking another sip.
“Didn’t know you listened to neighborhood gossip so much, angel,” Crowley went rather still while side-eyeing the angel.
A hit.
“And, the same young gallant notified the local brothel, so that they might protect themselves from the frustrated rakes!” continued Aziraphale.
“You’ve been reading that Empire era stuff again, it always does this to your language, angel,” Crowley groused, not making eye contact.
Another hit.
“I also heard that the same group of ruffians were turned off the neighborhood patch by a group of daringly dressed young ladies who came to the aid of an unfortunate young fellow whom the self-same ruffians were attacking.” Aziraphale gossiped.
Crowley stopped breathing for a beat.
Gosh, another hit.
“By all accounts, the young fellow was giving as good as he got,” Aziraphale indicated Crowley’s battered knuckles. “But I do hope he’ll make a speedy and full recovery,” the angel laid his hand over his own collar, mirroring where the chain had bruised Crowley’s throat, eyebrows wrinkled in concern.
“You’d think the neighborhood watch would notice that the “unfortunate young fellow” was in a kilt, just like the new barkeep,” Crowley said sourly, flicking his hand in a, ‘forget it’ motion.
Dropping out of his light tone, Aziraphale replied, “Yes, they jolly well did! No one has seen you, him, leave Madame’s, so there’s all sorts of rumors about him either being rewarded by epic lovemaking or secretly having gone to hospital.” Aziraphale tipped his head. “Have you been able to heal yourself at all? That’s excellent make up, but you’re fairly beat about and your ribs are cracked!”
“Damn! An’ here I thought they might just be bruised!” groaned Crowley, arm to his side, leaning forward over his knees. “It hurts more when you diagnose it, you know!”
This was wretched, thought Aziraphale, always having to dance around the requirements of their opposing positions! Crowley was hurt, why wasn't he asking for help? But they didn't ask and they didn't tell. Anything more was just inviting trouble.
Biting his lip, then looking determined, Aziraphale made a little gesture.
Crowley took his hand off his no longer sore side and touched his throat in surprise, looking up at the angel, “You healed…”
“The gallant young benefactor of a couple of innocents!” Aziraphale sat up primly, straightening his waistcoat, suddenly a buzzing bundle of nerves, “Just helped things along a bit! That’s certainly allowed!! Anyone would do it!!!” he bustled anxiously, putting more food on Crowley’s plate. “Have another sandwich! Got to keep your strength up!!”
Looking at the nervous angel, askance, Crowley, nevertheless, kept his mouth shut, except to eat every morsel he was offered.
When they had finished the pot of tea and demolished the entire tray of tea treats, Crowley announced, “I can pay you now for my clothes, angel. If you’ll take a check, that is,” he pulled out a brand new chequebook from his blazer pocket..
Aziraphale held out his hand for the chequebook, eyebrow raised, but refraining from commenting yet.
Inspecting it closely, he exclaimed, “These are real! My, but you did pick up a benefactor quickly. Good for you!” Aziraphale remarked, handing back the chequebook, then caught Crowley's pained expression. “Anthony, good for Anthony. Very bad of you, grift and forgery and whatnot, I've no doubt,” catching the demon’s devilish grin and muttered, “You don’t know the half of it. Humans!”
“But how does Anthony have any money in the account? Other than his work money, that is?”
“My benefactor gave me a ‘micro-loan’ while I’m getting back on my feet,” Crowley explained.
“Micro-loan? Fascinating! I’d like to hear more about those,” said the angel while directing Crowley on making out the cheque.
“I’ll introduce you sometime. Agatha Christie reader’s club member,” Crowley cherished the idea of the angel and the Madame talking about micro-loans to help raise up local people. Damn, was that doing good? Was it making trouble for an angel? It was making his head hurt, so he probably needed yet another rest. Bloody bodies were a lot of maintenance without unlimited miracles.
Aziraphale had succeeded in cleaning some of Crowley’s clothes, but several had become ‘regrettably tattered’. Crowley assured him that he didn’t much care, just glad to be able to sleep in his own pajamas tonight. Getting into the spirit of the ruse, Aziraphale considered that the tattered black suit was perfect! With the addition of just a dark cap to cover his red hair, Crowley could walk down the street with a little wrapped parcel to a place where men often stopped.
Anthony walked into the front of Madame's, dressed in an outfit she hadn’t yet seen, sharp dark jacket and pants, fine craftsmanship, bespoke even, but sadly tattered. Madame was working the front, but marked him immediately, “Thank you for coming by tonight! Do come through.”
Taking his free hand and putting it into the crook of her arm, she was near enough to whisper, “A bold entrance. Well done, Anthony!”
Anthony gave her a cheeky smile, “Mr. Fell sends his regards, and another book,” sounding surprised.
“You know the bookseller’s reputation, then? Mr. Fell doesn’t go in much for ‘selling’ books, does he? In this case it’s something of a hostage exchange. I have some books that he’d very much like me to show him, so he’s trying to butter me up by lending me some of his extensive collection. Let’s see what he sent.” she held out her hand for the bookseller’s offering, “Ooo, Poirot! With the author’s annotations! Quite the master of temptation, that man!”
“Uh, not temptation. Really, not his strong suit,” Anthony said.
“Maybe not to you,” Madame chucked the lad under the chin, “But to a bibliophile like myself, quite the sweet, sweet temptation.”
Turning at the entrance to her rooms, which she unlocked for him, Madame laid a hand lightly on his cheek. “Go see to those injuries, there’s another meal laid out for you, and get some sleep. I’m sure you’ll insist on working at the Dirty Donkey tomorrow. Plus the neighborhood gossips are about to explode with curiosity.”Anthony gave her another stately bow, more graceful than last night's, perhaps his ribs had only been bruised, before closing the door behind himself. When she stopped by the infirmary door later that evening, Anthony was well and truly asleep.
#good omens fanfic#ineffable husbands#protective aziraphale#crowley good omens#crowley loves aziraphale#aziraphale good omens#1990s#Aziraphale loves crowley#crowley and aziraphale#aziraphale x crowley#aziraphale pov#original character pov#pining#relationship development#crowley lost powers#mild hurt/comfort#food sharing#miracle blocking#hell is a bureacracy#heaven is a bureaucracy#hidden identity#talking in code
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Scenario: TimeLord Emmet has dropped by offering food ! Will you take some?
@marchy-emmet ) @coramatus ) @3quinox-c0nflux ) @liminal-station ) etc
|| Might be my tired mind but i imagine my boy just deciding to share his food cause he orders like 2 feasts to keep up his energy/power intake and he does like to share ||
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I was thinking that i'm miserable & hungry again and don't have energy to cook something, then went outside and checked out a food sharing box while passing by and what did I find there? luxurious fully prepared fancy meals 💅 queen of foraging (and freeganism which is urban subtype of foraging)
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considering anthropologists believe that the kissing behavior started with mom and child chimpanzees passing food to each other mouth-first, Yes Actually kissing generally speaking is a familial and friendly instinct
~~I’m not talking like Frenching IDK about the biology on that one but~~ if you feel the inclination to kiss your friends on the lips and they communicate that they’re chill with it why the hell not
"Friends dont look at friends that way" COWARD. I look at my friends with awe in my eyes, my chest is filled with love, im glowing because i get to be near my friends. I look at my friends and i would give them my everything. SO SKILL ISSUE, look at your friends with all the love that you have
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Whoever conceived and animated this moment, I hope they're doing well and thriving. This is S-rank romance stuff here.
#the ship overall is C to A tier#but it's things like THIS that push it up toward the A#titan ae#titan a.e.#cale#akima#it just...#starts with them chilling together being comfortable in each other's space#that would be enough that's a point there#then she goes and HANDS HIM THE SANDWICH SHE'S EATING#sharing their food#that's another one#and she does it because his hands are busy so he can't feed himself#so that's a third point#and she does it WITHOUT LOOKING AT HIM which is a FOURTH point#and he bites into it without request or invitation so that's a FIFTH point#and then he TAKES THE WHOLE SANDWICH AND GULPS IT DOWN LIKE A LIZARD#which is a SIXTH point#and jumps it up to SEVEN because she pulls her fingers free and finally looks at him and yells at him#IT'S A SEVEN-POINT ROMANCE COMBO#do you know how utterly rare those are?#those are generally earned through KISS scenes where the hands move and the heads touch and maybe there's a spin#they achieved a seven-point romance combo by SHARING A SANDWICH#fixing machines and sharing lunch URRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHH
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Happy Sneak Some Zucchini Day! Spread Garden-Fresh Joy with a Surprise Veggie Delivery
🥒 Happy #SneakSomeZucchiniDay! It's time for some neighborly fun—leave a surprise zucchini on your neighbor's porch and spread some garden-fresh joy. Who doesn't love a little veggie surprise? 🌱🍃 #ZucchiniDay #KindnessMatters
🥒 Happy #SneakSomeZucchiniDay! It’s time for a little neighborly fun and a whole lot of garden-fresh goodness. On August 8th, we celebrate Sneak Some Zucchini onto Your Neighbor’s Porch Day—a quirky, fun holiday that’s all about sharing the abundance of your garden with those around you. If you’ve been blessed with a bumper crop of zucchini this summer, this is the perfect opportunity to spread…
#Community Spirit#Food Sharing#Garden-Fresh#healthy eating#Homegrown Veggies#Kindness Matters#Summer Harvest#Vegetable Gardening#Zucchini Day
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Gemeinsam gegen Verschwendung: Wie Food Sharing unser Bewusstsein für Nachhaltigkeit stärkt
Entdecke Food Sharing: eine Bewegung gegen Lebensmittelverschwendung, die Nachhaltigkeit fördert und die Gemeinschaft stärkt. Mach mit und verändere die Welt!
#Food Sharing#Gemeinschaft#Konsumgewohnheiten#Lebensmittelverschwendung#Nachhaltigkeit#Tauschaktionen#Umweltschutz
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Crispy Temptation Unveiled! Create Flavorful Cola Chicken Wings with this Super Easy Recipe!
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warm noodle
#sorry I got emotional about them sharing food. they both probably never thought they would ever again#scribbles#gravity falls#ford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddauthor
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Cali Smoov's food sharing project in South Central
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Street cats in Istanbul be like
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#cat#cats#cats of tumblr#animals#aww#cute#cute cats#wholesome#lol#funny#street cats#turkey#turkish food#kittens#video#sharing is caring#justcatposts
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hi everyone I have not been over this incredible commission I got from @cozymochi for the last few hours 💥💥💥💥 (<- live footage of me exploding into fireworks)
#twisted wonderland#twst#jamil viper#oc#twst oc#twst yuu#shiokawa mayu#jamimayu#gifts from others#ascending ever since i received it#bball jamiru my beloved he looks SO good in your style cozy#i knew i asked the right person for this#jamil and yuu sharing food is one of my favourite things ever and this just further confirmed it#and mayu is so :3....#i will accept my girl being assigned :3#im staring at her face shes so cute here#let her Consume
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spice tolerance
#adooble art#dkbk#izuku midoriya#bakugou katsuki#mha#izkt#though i think kacchan would be okay to cook less spicy food for izuku#think midoriya would subconsciously build up his spice tolerance because kacchan likes sharing his fave food with him#also i thnk it would be fun if the 1A kids try to eat katsukis regular spicy ramen order and theyd be shocked to see izuku#easily demolishing 3 bowls
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#one piece#art#fanart#digital art#illustration#artwork#one piece fanart#luffy#monkey d. luffy#zoro#roronoa zoro#sanji#vinsmoke sanji#straw hat pirates#artists on tumblr#digital artist#art share#cute art#food art#food#anime#manga#anime art#anajudraws#digital illustration#digital drawing#digital painting
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The Hidden Cost of Being an Autistic Adult
Neurodivergent_lou
#autism#actually autistic#the cost of being#food is a big one for me#finding food I’ll like is hard#and I don’t like trying new things either#i’m sure some of you can relate#neurodivergence#neurodiversity#actually neurodivergent#feel free to share/reblog#neurodivergent_lou (Facebook)
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