Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
hi this was beautiful and hilarious!! something about this resonated deeply within my soul and i've become obsessed with it. it reminded me so much of the book. one of my favorite short fics ever! i must have read it 50x by now.
One more fic for the @bingokisses prompts - this one from last week - Behind the Knee kisses! Which I found a little odd, so I decided to go silly on this. Should be a good counter for the angst I put out. This will be going on AO3 after some edits, so let me know if you spot anything off.
CW: Silly drunken banter.
“Crowley, that is absolutely absurd. Stop making things up.”
“I’m not!” The demon reached for a bottle of wine, shook it, found it empty, and went hunting for the next. “I know these things. I know humans. Better’n anyone.” He finally found one with at a little red still at the bottom, shrugged, and drank it straight from the bottle.
“Not better than me,” Aziraphale protested, scowling a little as he lifted another nearly-full bottle.
“Much better’n you.” Crowley wasn’t quite drunk enough for this sort of argument, but now his pride was at stake. “Y’don’t even like talkin’ to them!”
“No,” he admitted as he poured another glass, “but I read. A’stensivly.”
“Obstentily?”
“Egstenilly.”
“Abstentally?”
“Exten…I read a great deal!”
“Ha!” Crowley jabbed a finger at Aziraphale, then realized he should make a point. “You don’…don’ read the right sor’ of books. Gotta read th’ naughty ones. Th’ones Heaven don’ like.”
“I read plenty that Heaven disproved of,” Aziraphale objected, taking a long drink of wine and licking his lips happily.
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