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Aziraphale, for all his love of literature, is the biggest skeptic in things of fantastical nature that you will ever meet. All things, in his mind, must make some sort of rhyme or reason. Open discussion regarding the supernatural? He’ll give reference material ranging from explaining audiovisual hallucinations to historical excerpts of mass hallucinations. Talk about destiny and fate? He has quite a few textbooks on statistics. Even talks of romance sets him down a path of skepticism to near cynicism--
(no, definitely not colored by his own abysmal bias, of course not.)
But then his nephew Newt sets him up with Anathema's distant uncle-or-something-- and something about the man... something about him isn't quite normal. He’s intriguing, a lovely gentleman, and he honestly wouldn't mind seeing him again... but... For all Aziraphale’s logic, there’s something about this handsome man that isn’t quite normal.
Now--dragons are hoarders. Absolutely so. They see something they like and they just have to have it. And upon their first meeting, Crowley's absolutely enamored. Aziraphale's adorable, so very pretty, and such a little bastard, it's almost frightening how taken he is on their first meeting.
He has to get his little treasure in his keep. He belongs there, where Crowley can keep him safe, protected, and away from others who might steal him away. It gets harder and harder for him to contain that draconic side of himself especially when his little gem (among a myriad of other nicknames, all relating to treasure because he thinks he's hilarious) seems to keep him at arm’s length.
But Crowley’s undeterred. He loves pampering Aziraphale, showering him with gifts and extravagant meals and has this terrible tendency to "kidnap" the bookshop owner for a few days and take him back to his high-rise flat in Mayfair.
(yes kidnapping princesses to towers are a dragon's duty after all)
Shenanigans ensue especially when Anathema and Crowley's not-so-human lineage (a matrilineal witch ancestry and draconic blood from some cousins two times removed) come to light.
Newt thinks it amazing that his fiancée is an actual, factual witch amazing and a little hot, but of course, Aziraphale’s not buying it.
Or rather, he's in a very long string of denial before Crowley literally transforms in front of him. Crowley was reluctant to do so-- his true form is rather terrifying,
And it is. It terrifies the living daylights out of Aziraphale. There’s this mix of horror that courses through his blood, but he also finds his form absolutely, and utterly beautiful.
This, he thinks, this is what magic is.
some plot and angsty things under the tag too:
Newt begins to question the authenticity of his and Anathema's relationship when he learns about the prophetic books. While he loves Anathema, he wonders if her feelings are genuine or whether or not she's just following a set of instructions without any real meaning to it. A part of him wants to defy fate because at the end of the day, he's just a nerd with a string of bad luck that follows him like an ever-present shadow. He thought that for once in his life, his luck had turned around when he won Anathema's heart. But now he wonders if she just sees him like an obligation
Aziraphale, well... he's not sure if Crowley even loves him at all. Sure, he adores him. Absolutely covets him. But Aziraphale wonders how long he'll have Crowley's sole affections before it's taken by something else-- by someone else.
He wonders how long it will be before he's just another trinket in his hoard of eclectic array of statues and paintings, expensive, vintage cars, and army of terrified, semi-sentient plants. His newness, the shiny luster of novelty is obviously why Crowley is so keen on wooing him, right? All those little pet names, "treasure," "gem," "jewel," "diamond," "precious one"-- they're all firm reminders of what he really is to Crowley.
It saddens him quite a bit, but now that his eyes have been opened to another world-- one he'd only dreamed of as a boy-- he can't turn away from it. So he's guarding his heart and just hopes that when Crowley finds something or someone new to chase after, he'd be allowed to leave the dragon's keep and allowed to go free.
After all, from the storybooks he’s read...it’s almost impossible to escape a dragon’s hoard.
Obviously, that's not the case-- Crowley loves him and doesn't intend on letting him go. There'll be one treasure in a dragon's life that they hold highest above all else and Crowley firmly believes that Aziraphale is the One for him.
But of course plot shenanigans has to ensue before they have that conversation.
plot shenanigans that...i have no energy to write rn OTL
Aziraphale strode past the night guards at the camp without so much as a glance from any of them. Even if they had not been sleepy with food and drink, Aziraphale was in no mood to be seen by mortals. In fact, there was only one being he cared to see, and that being was currently tucked away at the heart of the sprawling camp, in a tent not unlike what Aziraphale might have miracled for himself if their positions had been reversed. It sat, low and pristine even in this mud, beside that of Vortigern’s, and if one did not know which was which, they would almost certainly presume Crowley’s lodging held the ruling party.
In a way, Aziraphale supposed, it did.
Which was exactly what had brought him there.
“Crowley!” he demanded from just outside the tent flap. He didn’t stop, shoving aside the curtain in the way and practically walking straight into Crowley, who must have come to meet him. “Crowley!”
“Aziraphale?” Crowley asked, backing up and giving him a thoroughly confused look. “What are you doing-” He waved a hand to encompass the bleak, empty countryside outside the tent walls.
“Well,” Aziraphale huffed, realizing belatedly that he probably ought not have barged in, and that Crowley was dressed rather… well, he was rather undressed, actually, and he didn't seem at all interested in changing that fact now that Aziraphale had arrived. Aziraphale straightened his shoulders and lifted his chin a little. “I was helping a human child, right up until your charge’s men came and kidnapped him while I was away making my report!”
Crowley blinked, clearly not having expected that. “What, the Emrys boy?” he asked, confused. “That was you, teaching him magic?”
“It was,” Aziraphale confirmed. “And I shall need him back.”
“Oh, I can’t do that, angel,” Crowley said, shaking his head and giving Aziraphale a bemused look as he relaxed a bit, moving now for the straw mat piled in furs that must be serving as his bed. “I just had him taken in!”
“That was you ?” Aziraphale squawked. He’d been wondering why Vortigern’s men had shown up out of the blue to take a child into custody. If Crowley had bent their ear about him, then it made a lot more sense. “What on Earth do you need young Merlin for?”
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Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley/Gabriel
Rating: T
Verse: Kingdom of Eden verse
Warning: N/A
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Excerpt
Frostford was a small town known for its iron mines. Located twenty days eastward from Skystead, it sat close to the Five Pillars Mountains. Gabriel thought it wouldn’t be hard to reach it on horseback — after all, the two places were connected by the Kingsroad and traders traversed the path all the time — but then again he had always been an optimist.
You see, Frostford was having a crisis of some sort. Based on reports and eyewitnesses, mostly traders who came all the way from Frostford, a dragon had been seen terrorizing the small town, burning down houses and kidnapping people. The last part, Gabriel was unsure if it was true — people had penchant for dramatics, after all. Why kidnap people when you could kidnap cattles? Wouldn’t a dragon find the latter more appetizing?
After three failed attempts to remove the dragon from the area, Queen Michael sent Gabriel for the quest. He was one of the finest knights in the Kingdom of Eden, if he liked to brag, and he was actually rather experienced at slaying dragons and other beasts. He was free to bring anyone along with him; so he brought a couple of mercenaries he hired as companions.
His mission? To slay the beast and bring back its head to the Queen.
