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Do you know of any fics where the two of them try and out-do one another at something. I recall one awhile back where they were neighbors that kept pranking each other and I’m in the mood for them one upping the other—doesn’t have to be pranks though.
Thaaaaanks!!!!
Heyyyyy! Here are some fics involving some kind of oneupmanship...
The Christmas War by GroovyNightStrawberry (M)
Crowley and Aziraphale get a little carried away deciding who can be the most festive.
Worth Knowing by Twilightcitysky (M)
It's a new world and a new start. Aziraphale has questions about beginnings. "I already know some of your ‘firsts’. You first rescued an angel in 1792.” “Says you. Maybe I went around rescuing loads of angels. Maybe it was a hobby of mine, like horticulture.” “And you first ate an oyster about ten years after Yeshua’s death. In Rome.” “Well…” Crowley cleared his throat. “That… wasn’t your first time?” "Mph. Not. Not exactly.” “You said you’d never eaten an oyster! I remember distinctly!” “I—” “I had to show you what to do!” “The actual thing is—” “I demonstrated how to suck them out of the shell! Step by step, Crowley! I must have looked like an absolute tit! How could you let me do that?” “It just popped out, okay? When I said ‘I’ve never eaten an oyster’, that is; not the, y’know, actual oyster. I wanted to go to dinner with you!”
Paired by ddagent (M)
Chefs Crowley and Aziraphale have an arrangement. Once a month, they compete in an amateur cooking class to determine the victor. Only this month their class is for couples and Crowley has just realised he's in love with his rival of thirty years.
feasts of strange delight by mayhawk (M)
They’re both still mad about the holy water incident. The only logical route for one ethereal and one occult being to take is to pose for increasingly obscene art in a kind of bizarre one-upmanship. Obviously. Crowley rounds the last easel, steps through the center of the room. “Nice spear, Aziraphale,” he says, smirking, and Aziraphale flushes crimson - oh, all the way down his neck to his chest. They are close enough to touch, if one of them would only reach out, but Aziraphale can’t, trapped by the pose, by his own vanity, and Crowley won’t. He knows when to tease, knows all of a sudden, now, by the rapid rising of Aziraphale’s chest, that that’s what this is, a tease. A flirtation between the two of them. Set in the Parisian art scene in the late 1880s.
After Hours by werpiper (E)
After the oysters, it's time for some one-upmanship on temptation and trying new things.
Starry Night by zinpin (T)
The somewhat famous couturier and former engineer Anthony J. Crowley needs a set for his upcoming fundraiser fashion show. Unfortunately, the only one available to work on such short notice is no other than Aziraphale Z. Fell, heir of the Fell family, the face of everything that is wrong with this world. He will have to keep him at an arm's length if he doesn't want him to spoil the Eden he built for himself and those he wants to protect. --- Or the tale of two idiots one-upping each other prank-wise while they begrudgingly work on the same fashion show. Picture book edition.
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