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Recipient: dangeroushabits Title: East o’ the Sun and West o’… - Antichristmas
A celebration of the birth of Adam Young
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anti_christmas
musegaarid
Recipient: dangeroushabits
Title: East o’ the Sun and West o’ the Moon
Rating: PG
Author’s Notes: Written for the prompt, Aziraphale/Crowley, Death, Adam, H/C, fluff

Death watches. He watches everyone all the time; including and especially the immortals, because they tend to die more often than everyone else and need someone to help them shed their moral bodies. When it happens, Crowley usually scowls at him, but Aziraphale is always very polite. It’s really too bad, Death thinks, that this time it’s going to be Crowley.

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Hastur and Ligur have been trying, rather unsuccessfully, to kill Crowley for months. Lucifer has ruled him untouchable, so they can’t act directly, but they really would like a word with him back in hell and the only sure-fire way to get him there is to use intermediaries to destroy his current corporation. Unfortunately, the IRA suicide bomber hit the wrong block of Mayfair flats, the hired hit man couldn’t pick out just one flash bastard in a dark suit and sunglasses and ended up taking out an entire bank before the police captured him, and on that hopeful day when the dukes dressed as farmers and asked a priest to bless the rain clouds for them before running off as quickly as possible, Crowley stayed in, watching old movies and drinking cocoa.

They refuse to give up, though, which is why they are working out a deal with Pestilence.

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Crowley and Aziraphale are dining at an intimate Indian restaurant in Soho. Well, Aziraphale is dining. Crowley is pushing his vegetable korma around the plate and watching his naan drown in the dal. Aziraphale looks up with concern writ in his light eyes.

“Are you quite all right, my dear? You look terribly pale.”

“I’m just tired,” he says with a frown and coughs.

Later, when he stands to leave, his legs give out and he falls to his knees. Slightly dazed, he tries to stand again but the angel won’t let him. Aziraphale throws too much money on the table, picks up the demon, and miracles them both back to his shop. He tucks Crowley into his mostly unused bed and brings him a cup of tea. They don’t talk then. Aziraphale just leaves him to his rest.

It takes a week or two of Crowley living in Aziraphale’s flat for them to realize what is wrong. Consumption, Aziraphale calls it, but Crowley prefers the medical term - tuberculosis. Both of them try to heal him, but somehow it is miracle resistant. The angel takes him to hospital, but it’s resistant to all human medicine as well, so he brings him home again. They both realize this is too convenient to not be a deliberate attack. They never discuss it.

Instead, Aziraphale adds caring for Crowley to his daily routine. The demon is not a petulant patient. He does little but sleep and drink tea and cough blood. Aziraphale works during the day, thwarting entirely human wiles and running the shop, but all night, every night, he stays with Crowley. Usually he reads to him. It doesn’t matter if the demon is asleep or not because the sound of Aziraphale’s voice calms both of them.

There isn’t much in the shop anymore that would interest Crowley, or any adult really, but Aziraphale finds a book of Norwegian folk tales. They both enjoy the stories of terrible trolls and humans transforming into bears; of beautiful princesses who are treated cruelly but remain gentle and kind which endears the trees and the animals to rescue them; and of poor but clever young men who perform tasks in threes in order to secure fame, riches, and the hands of the beautiful princesses. And all the time, Crowley is getting paler and thinner like the princesses from the book, snow white skin and rose red blood.

The end is near and they both know it. Aziraphale is almost relieved because soon he will be free of pain. Crowley doesn’t want to leave. He knows what awaits him down below.

“I’ll be back soon,” he says. “I won’t be gone long.”

Aziraphale says nothing but brushes a sweat damp lock of hair off Crowley’s forehead.

“I love you, you know,” Crowley whispers, gold eyes fever bright.

“I know, my dear. I love you, too.”

“I know.”

There is no mashing of lips or fumbling for clothes at this declaration. They are not designed for sex and have no desire for it. They are perfectly content to simply be together, fingers entwined. When Crowley’s eyes close, Aziraphale’s do, too, and his shoulders shake with suppressed sobs. He is not naïve. He knows what awaits Crowley, too.

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Death watches, but he is not the only one. He knows his duty has been taken from him and he turns to see a golden haired boy smiling at him. The boy reaches up to pat a fleshless shoulder blade.

“Sorry, ‘bout that. But I just couldn’t. Take you for a cream bun?”

Death grins back, although honestly it would be hard for him to do anything else. “YES. THAT WILL BE ACCEPTABLE.”

And as Adam and Death are sitting down in a tea shop, a demon in Soho is sitting up and an angel is crying and praying and laughing all at the same time.
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Comments
ladyshadowphyre From: ladyshadowphyre Date: April 28th, 2006 10:51 am (UTC) (Link)
~laughs delightedly~ Ah, the many ways Hastur and Ligur try to kill Crowley... and fail! ^_^ I liked this, I liked this a lot!
From: antichristmas Date: April 28th, 2006 04:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, thank you! That part was fun to imagine.
use_theforce_em From: use_theforce_em Date: April 28th, 2006 02:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
The last section kills me. Kills me! Adam and Death need to go out for cream buns on a regular basis.

This was so sweet and subtle. And the when they told each other they loved each other, and that was all they needed, it just broke me into tiny pieces. Lovely.
From: antichristmas Date: April 28th, 2006 04:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
Adam and Death need to go out for cream buns on a regular basis.

I couldn't agree more!

Thanks! I've been wondering lately why every declaration of love in this fandom turns immediately into sex, so this was my playing with that idea. I'm glad you liked it.
rare_fandom From: rare_fandom Date: April 28th, 2006 03:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
That whole fic was great, but the last section was priceless. Thank's for the great read, it made my day.
From: antichristmas Date: April 28th, 2006 04:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I'm so pleased I could make your day. ;)
_silverfox From: _silverfox Date: April 28th, 2006 03:37 pm (UTC) (Link)
Awww, this is sooooo sweet. There have been a lot of excellent fics in this so far, but I think I'll declare this one my favourite.
From: antichristmas Date: April 28th, 2006 04:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
Your favourite? ::blushes:: Thank you so much! That's very kind of you.
prologi From: prologi Date: April 28th, 2006 05:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
Reasons I'm in love with this fic:
1) It's awfully well written.
2) I'm a sucker for fluffy hurt/comfort.
3) I have a strange and morbid fascination with tuberculosis. I'm planning to write a short story centered around it one day.

All in all, amazing job. :D
From: antichristmas Date: April 28th, 2006 05:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort, too. And I don't know why it was tuberculosis. Cancer seemed too much and AIDS too trendy, as much as a terrible disease can seem trendy, but TB seemed a good long-term alternative. And it's got nice historical connotations. I don't know. XD I'm glad you liked it, at any rate.
dangeroushabits From: dangeroushabits Date: April 28th, 2006 06:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
*Squees like a madwoman*

Lovely, lovely, lovely! With the ridiculous foiled assassination attempts and the fairy tales and Azrael watching patiently. And such a wonderful twist ending. Thank you, Secret Author! :)
From: antichristmas Date: April 29th, 2006 03:50 am (UTC) (Link)
You're welcome! I was worried you wouldn't like it since it's pretty unusual, but you do and I'm so pleased. Thanks!
elanor_two From: elanor_two Date: April 28th, 2006 07:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, lovely...this was very understated and quiet, & I like that. Very nice.
From: antichristmas Date: April 29th, 2006 03:51 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I think I'm coming to appreciate understated fics...
andremeese From: andremeese Date: April 28th, 2006 10:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
AHHHH! Love!

Cream buns make lots of things better. :)
From: antichristmas Date: April 29th, 2006 03:51 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you!

I completely agree! ;)
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From: antichristmas Date: April 29th, 2006 03:53 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh thank you! You'll find lots of good stories in this fandom but I'm honoured to be one of the first! :D
aurora_knight From: aurora_knight Date: April 29th, 2006 12:14 am (UTC) (Link)
I think I must add this to the unwritten list of my favorite Good Omens fic ever. There are so many little things about it...First of all, almost any fic featuring DEATH is bound to be interesting. I love how Aziraphale acts when Crowley is sick, the way you portray the sadness and most of all, their feelings for each other. The comment about not needing sex was especially touching because while I enjoy reading some smut every now and then, I'm not too into sex myself, and the idea of having such a perfect loving relationship with someone and simply not needing to add sex to it is very moving for me. Not to mention the fact that that's probably what they would really be like as a couple in the canon.

And Adam offering DEATH a cream bun and getting him to let Crowley go - one of the best endings ever.

Three cheers for you!
From: antichristmas Date: April 29th, 2006 03:56 am (UTC) (Link)
Wow! Thank you! I've been thinking about the whole A/C sex thing lately and it kind of seems out of character to me. I can see them together, just not jumping each other all the time. (Doesn't stop me from reading and enjoying other people's stories, though. :D)

Anyway, I'm really pleased that it resonated with you and I'm humbled by your kind comments. Thanks again!
mangy_mongrel From: mangy_mongrel Date: April 29th, 2006 01:14 am (UTC) (Link)
Aww.

Psst. It doesn't seem finished though... Hastur and Ligur seem too much of a deus ex machina just so that Crowley can die... but over all it's marvelous and cream-bunny.
From: antichristmas Date: April 29th, 2006 04:00 am (UTC) (Link)
You're absolutely right. It could have been longer, better, and more cohesive. Unfortunately, I had a very short period of time in which to write this, so I did the best I could. Glad you liked it anyway.
From: unrulygarden Date: April 29th, 2006 08:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, lovely. Happy ending, no immediate sex, Death and Adam! etc. Fantastic. There's far too much "we've known each other for millenia, that's enough foreplay! *sex*" in this fandom for my tastes, though it's not bad when it's done well. :P In any case, I loved it very much.
From: antichristmas Date: April 29th, 2006 10:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you so much! ::laughs:: And I couldn't agree with you more. I don't see how anyone can go from being friends with someone for a thousand years and then just jumping into bed at the first opportunity. It's weird. XD But like you say, still fun to read sometimes...
htebazytook From: htebazytook Date: May 1st, 2006 04:36 am (UTC) (Link)
Aw. This is funny and sad and sweet all at once. Very nice.
musegaarid From: musegaarid Date: May 3rd, 2006 04:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! That's very kind of you to say.
badmessiah From: badmessiah Date: May 3rd, 2006 03:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
There is no mashing of lips or fumbling for clothes at this declaration. They are not designed for sex and have no desire for it. They are perfectly content to simply be together, fingers entwined. When Crowley’s eyes close, Aziraphale’s do, too, and his shoulders shake with suppressed sobs. He is not naïve. He knows what awaits Crowley, too.


I was searching for a fanfic with these words in it since I begun reading A\C stories!
Thank you for writing this!
musegaarid From: musegaarid Date: May 3rd, 2006 04:11 pm (UTC) (Link)
O_O; Really? *blushes* Thank you so much! I always kind of thought it was weird that they just seemed to fall into bed with very little hesitation.
badmessiah From: badmessiah Date: May 4th, 2006 09:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
Indeed. Few writers seem care that they aren't human and doesn't need sex.
I think they can enjoy physical activities as they enjoyed drink or sleep, but like something additional not indispensable ... isn't so?
musegaarid From: musegaarid Date: May 4th, 2006 09:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yeah, and I think if one or the other couldn't control himself, whether under the influence of alcohol or not, it would have happened long before. If they can control themselves for 6,000 years, I'm guessing that they don't need/want sex as much as companionship.
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