Birthday ficlet for daegaer: Good Omens

[louiselux]

daegaer, here's a belated birthday fic for you. Crowley snakepreg AU redux!

This is a sequel to daegaer 's The Best Days of Their Lives, which was an au sequel to Baby Snakes.


They grew inhumanly fast. Just after their first birthday Aziraphale thought they were ready to start attending the local infants school.

Sitting on Aziraphale's elderly sofa, watching them tear around the room, Crowley didn't want to let them out of his sight, or Aziraphale's, but he nodded and agreed it would be sensible.

'We're going to school!' they chorused, when Crowley told them.

'If anyone bullies you, hit them straight back.'

'Don't listen to your father,' Aziraphale said, with a look. 'If there's any trouble, or anyone says anything not nice to you, tell the teacher. Or you can tell me.'

Four heads nodded seriously and glances were passed between them.

'Il need a mobile phone,' Luke said, his face turned up.

'Me too! And a laptop, anna Gameboy.'

'An' proper pocket money.'

'An' a DVD player for my room. Um. Please?'

*

'Matthew just puked all over the back seat,' he said, herding the kids into Aziraphale's flat.

'Well, if you will feed them junk food and then drive very fast what else can you expect?’

'They like it.'

'Hello dears,' Aziraphale said as they surged around his knees waving glitter-covered artwork at him and hanging onto his waist. They were getting taller and stronger by the day. Louder too. He stroked their hair and they calmed down, just a little. 'It's not my week,' he whispered, frowning at Crowley.

'We're starving,' they groaned

'I'll talk to you later,' he said to Crowley, under his breath. 'Don't leave. Now, what about some nice chicken nuggets?' he said, as he went to kitchen, trailing a row of children like a duck with chicks.

Crowley slunk off to the sitting room, leaving their excited shouts behind. He wanted chicken nuggets too, but he couldn't bring himself to ask.

'I'm very busy,' Aziraphale said, later, when the children were tucked up in their bunk beds and Crowley had hissed them to sleep. 'You can't just bring them here and expect me to drop everything. I thought we had a plan.'

'We do. But I'm busy too. Anyway, they like it here,' said Crowley. He shrugged. 'I gave birth to freaks who like dust and antimacassars. What can I say?'

That this happens every week.

He knew Aziraphale was thinking it. Crowley was just glad Aziraphale didn't say it out loud but then he didn't really have to. His look said plenty. It wasn't like there was anything wrong with his place, but the kids just seemed to prefer this. He wasn't about to ask why.

It wasn't the only thing that was happening every week. Too many mornings he woke up on Aziraphale's lumpy sofa, frequently with bits of Lego or the hard button nose of a teddy bear pressed into his face. More often he woke up with four small, dark haired boys tucked around him. He'd stay there, drowsy and warm until they woke up and Aziraphale came along to get them ready for school.

'They can stay,' Aziraphale sighed, but he smiled too. 'But on one condition. This weekend you're taking me to IKEA. I need some proper storage.'

'You've got to be kidding. I'm not giving them any of that cheap crap. We're going to Heals. And we’re getting a new sofa as well. This one's like sleeping on a pile of rocks. I've had enough of that, thanks.'

Aziraphale blinked at him. 'Crowley. You don't have to sleep on the settee.'

'You've eaten too many fish fingers and they've sent you mad. Where else would I sleep?'

'I've already said you can sleep in my room. I don't know what the fuss is about.'

'Daddy, Melissa Hewitt has a daddy and a mummy,' Crowley said, in an uncannily high-pitched voice. Mark had told them that, solemn and wide-eyed, after their first day at school. Crowley had rushed off, leaving Aziraphale to explain.

Aziraphale bit his lips and seemed to take a great interest in his fingernails. 'Well, yes. It would be for efficiency. It's not like we-- that there's anything improper-- '

'Just-- feel free to stop right there. Apart from my reputation never recovering, how do we explain it to them?' He nodded towards the childrens' room.

'They seem very happy with the arrangement. Everyone at the school seems very tolerant of our, the... set-up, and it's not like we're the only ones. Apparently Tracy Brown in 4C has two mummies,' Aziraphale said, impressively tomato-coloured.

'I'm not sleeping here.'

Aziraphale nodded and fell quiet and switched the TV on. 'Oh, good. It's Coronation Street soon,' he said, after a while, yawning.

'You know I hate that,' Crowley said, sliding down further in the cushions, but he didn't say anything else because Aziraphale had nodded off. Crowley watched Ken and Deirdre argue for a while and wondered idly why they weren't dead yet. 'So,' he said, when the final credits came up and Aziraphale twitched into life again, 'is there any dinner left?'

Later on, stretched out on the settee with Aziraphale's spare blanket tucked under his chin, it didn't take much to reach out and hear them in their sleep, making little noises, dreaming about whatever it was they dreamed about: glitter paint and mobile phones, chicken nuggets, him and Aziraphale.

It occurred to him that he should probably get up and go home and sleep in his own bed for once, like he'd meant to. But it seemed a long way away, and cold. Instead he drifted, warm and sleepy. Aziraphale was somewhere nearby, maybe downstairs, doing something to a book. Reading it, probably, because he could hear the slow flip and scrape of the pages. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.

He decided to stay.

Comments

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

Aw, adorable.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Thanks:)

[bethbethbeth.livejournal.com]

LOVE!

"...Um. Please?'"

See? They may be greedy little demon spawn, but at least *one* of them has learned the magic word. *g*

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Hee! I'm sure it wasn't from Crowley, either.

[mistressrenet.livejournal.com]

Oh, so lovely.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

Snakepreg 4EVA OMG!

[daegaer.livejournal.com]

Eeeeeeeeee! This is so sweetly wonderful! Thank you!

He wanted chicken nuggets too, but he couldn't bring himself to ask.

Oh, Crowley.

You've eaten too many fish fingers and they've sent you mad.

Hee! It's all part of Cap'n Birdseye's insidious plot!

And I love the kids' sweet little dreams and Aziraphale's impressive tomato colour :-)

This is great, thank you so much!

Re: Snakepreg 4EVA OMG!

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Yay! I'm glad you liked it, poisoned fish fingers and all. Cap'n Birdseye is clearly the work of the Devil and/or Aziraphale having a bad day.

[corporal-katz.livejournal.com]

'Hello dears,' Aziraphale said as they surged around his knees waving glitter-covered artwork at him and hanging onto his waist.

For some reason, this line made me melt into a little puddle of goo. *huggles them all* ^_^

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Poor snakey devil kids-- they need a hug.

Glad you liked it.

[ekaterinn.livejournal.com]

awww. So cute. And as always, I love your Crowley. ^_^

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Thanks so much!

[cygny.livejournal.com]

Awww, snuck online now that I have the exercises already made faster than the other students and I find this. Just wonderful!

Aziraphale was somewhere nearby, maybe downstairs, doing something to a book.

Doing something to a book! Love that line!

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Because you never know exactly what Azirapale might get up to with them. He loves them so passionately...

Glad you liked it:)

[emungere.livejournal.com]

they surged around his knees waving glitter-covered artwork at him and hanging onto his waist.

Awwwww. That's completely adorable. And so is Crowley, though I'm sure he wouldn't want to hear that.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Crowley the Adorable Demon. Yeah, he really is. :)

Thanks!

[lovelyzelda.livejournal.com]

Hee!

I love that Aziraphale complains about Crowley feeding the kids junk, then gives them chicken nuggets and fish sticks.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

As a busy mother of four he doesn't have time to mess around with vegetables. At least that's his excuse.

[aqua-eyes.livejournal.com]

So adorable. *____*

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Thanks:)

[cicer.livejournal.com]

This is insanely adorable. I love it! The kidlets are darling. And they're perfectly happy with having two daddies! *adores* So cute.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

They're suprisingly well adjusted considering who their parent is:)

Glad you liked it!

[ida-pea.livejournal.com]

Simply too adorable!

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much!

[lisa-bee.livejournal.com]

So totally adorable.

So completely adorable.

I just want to give all four of them big hugs and then shake Crowley's hand and offer Aziraphale tea. I have a feeling hugs all around might not be the best idea. Maybe.

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

They're little darlings, but dangerous little darlings. Possibly with retractible fangs:)

[amberdiceless.livejournal.com]

Ahhh, so sweet! XD

[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[kinsugi.livejournal.com]

You and daegaer brought me into this fandom, for which I thank you. I share my WK passion with her, and my Saiyuki passion with you, and I'm a happy camper, although there's no free time anymore due to fandom... I am delighted that you've continued to bring Crowley and Aziraphale to life for us, with the most perfect voices. Please, don't stop. *hugs*

[mf_luder_xf]

I'm not quite sure how I wound up reading mpreg but since there were no assbabies involved, I'm pretty sure I can let this one slide. Mainly because it was adorable. I enjoyed the first story, and then this one as a continuation of daegaer's is sweet and amusing. The interaction between Aziraphael and Crowley in this is keeping in character and delightfully snarky.