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Thank you @lilialed for your kind words this morning it gaves me the motivation to practice again ♡
SLEEPLESS IN SEACOAST (Multi)
Aziraphale was not normally one for sleeping however Skye made it very difficult not to want to sleep when he was going through this phase. Aziraphale certainly hoped it was a phase anyway, otherwise he feared Crowley may lose their mind. The baby was having a habit of screeching in the night despite that they would do everything to keep him all snuggled in bed and he’d be sleeping fine until late into the night when Crowley was all snuggled into bed looking so peaceful, it was almost as if the child planned it that way.
Then there was the constant shifting and trying to hide it on the occasions they went into public, one second the baby would have beautiful blue eyes and the next they’d be black as a demons and frightening anyone in sight (Crowley thought it was hysterical when a nun fainted when this happened once and Aziraphale had to wipe her memory of that afternoon to avoid anyone thinking their child was the anti christ, Vlad would be sore if someone tried to take his title after all.)
But now this was going on the third night in a row of almost non stop screeching from their child the moment the sun went down and he was running out of sanity to really know what to do. Aziraphale tried feeding, rocking, playing, soft music, he even tried queen to see if this perhaps as an accidental Crowley influence and there was nothing that was soothing the child. Aziraphale sighed as he sat on the sofa with Skye still crying in his arms and he looked up at Crowley, was Warlock ever this bad? Given they hadn’t been hired on until he was a little older but still.
“I think my dear it might be time to try a ride in the Bentley, perhaps to the Van Hellsings? They do have quite a bit more experience with children of the fey than we do. We may just have to admit that for once we’re a little out of our element with this one.”
Aziraphale looked on in wonder as Strahd explained about his collection
“I’ve noticed that about realm hopping, where Crowley and I are from now is not our usual home. I’ve noticed there are slight differences in the books from our home realm to the one we reside in now so i have to admit i’m extremely curious to see any differences in your books.” Aziraphale admitted as if proving his point he went into his pocket and removed a pocket sized edition of “Hitch Hikers guide to the galaxy” and offered it to the vampire lord, admittedly it hadn’t originally been so small it had been much larger but with a little miracles it became a pocket sized edition
“Here, if I borrow one of yours you can borrow one of mine.” Aziraphale said he almost emphasized that it was to borrow and he expected it back but he also didn’t want to be rude even if he was extremely possessive of his books he still did lend them occasionally to those he knew would keep them safe. Surely someone with a library as vast and lovely as this would have to keep books safe for them to be around this long and be in such good condition still?
Strand took the book and eyed it, “What is the Galaxy? Is it a plane of existence?” He asked. Such terminology wasn’t used in his experience of the planes but perhaps there was more to be understood? This Aziraphale was quite an intelligent being so it stood as no surprise that he might have so knowledge for Strahd to glean. “Perhaps a different word for what we use?”
Oh dear,
Aziraphale tried his best to explain it in terms strahd would understand, perhaps he should try something else? A little less complicated?
“Perhaps something by Shakespeare instead? He is a dear friend” aziraphale said thoughtfully as he searched his coat pockets until he found one
“Here try this. A midsummer night’s dream.”
This is actually hilarious cos I had my last therapy session today
SLEEPLESS IN SEACOAST (Multi)
Aziraphale was not normally one for sleeping however Skye made it very difficult not to want to sleep when he was going through this phase. Aziraphale certainly hoped it was a phase anyway, otherwise he feared Crowley may lose their mind. The baby was having a habit of screeching in the night despite that they would do everything to keep him all snuggled in bed and he’d be sleeping fine until late into the night when Crowley was all snuggled into bed looking so peaceful, it was almost as if the child planned it that way.
Then there was the constant shifting and trying to hide it on the occasions they went into public, one second the baby would have beautiful blue eyes and the next they’d be black as a demons and frightening anyone in sight (Crowley thought it was hysterical when a nun fainted when this happened once and Aziraphale had to wipe her memory of that afternoon to avoid anyone thinking their child was the anti christ, Vlad would be sore if someone tried to take his title after all.)
But now this was going on the third night in a row of almost non stop screeching from their child the moment the sun went down and he was running out of sanity to really know what to do. Aziraphale tried feeding, rocking, playing, soft music, he even tried queen to see if this perhaps as an accidental Crowley influence and there was nothing that was soothing the child. Aziraphale sighed as he sat on the sofa with Skye still crying in his arms and he looked up at Crowley, was Warlock ever this bad? Given they hadn’t been hired on until he was a little older but still.
“I think my dear it might be time to try a ride in the Bentley, perhaps to the Van Hellsings? They do have quite a bit more experience with children of the fey than we do. We may just have to admit that for once we’re a little out of our element with this one.”
Aziraphale looked on in wonder as Strahd explained about his collection
“I’ve noticed that about realm hopping, where Crowley and I are from now is not our usual home. I’ve noticed there are slight differences in the books from our home realm to the one we reside in now so i have to admit i’m extremely curious to see any differences in your books.” Aziraphale admitted as if proving his point he went into his pocket and removed a pocket sized edition of “Hitch Hikers guide to the galaxy” and offered it to the vampire lord, admittedly it hadn’t originally been so small it had been much larger but with a little miracles it became a pocket sized edition
“Here, if I borrow one of yours you can borrow one of mine.” Aziraphale said he almost emphasized that it was to borrow and he expected it back but he also didn’t want to be rude even if he was extremely possessive of his books he still did lend them occasionally to those he knew would keep them safe. Surely someone with a library as vast and lovely as this would have to keep books safe for them to be around this long and be in such good condition still?
I bet Aziraphale often forgets certain ingredients when he goes shopping, and comes to this horrific realization while he's in the middle of cooking/baking something. This is when Crowley comes to the rescue. He'll miracle the ingredients he needs into the cabinet or fridge and tell him to check again.
This is actually an interesting problem, because per the book, Aziraphale and Crowley (and angels and demons in general) subconsciously shape reality to their expectations. It's an element of their innate magic, and one they themselves do not seem to be aware of. Crowley forgot the speakers for his sound system, but he expects it to play music, so it plays music. He operates his kitchen appliances without plugging them in, and I always read that as he doesn't actually know you have to plug in your fridge to make it work, because he never had to learn. He was told "this is the cold box", so it is cold inside, obviously! How is it cold? Who knows?! Certainly not Crowley.
For the shopping, this leaves several interesting scenarios. My initial thought was that Aziraphale's kitchen should always be perfectly stocked with whatever ingredients he needs, because he went out shopping for this recipe and obviously assumes he bought everything he needs, so it'll be like he did in fact buy everything, even if he didn't (and the missing things miraculously find themselves in his pantry instead, because he assumes they'll be there, in a situation parallel to Crowley's missing speakers).
If they are not there when he opens his cupboards, that means Aziraphale expects to have missed things from his list, which means Aziraphale thinks his own memory is bad. In a weird mirror of the speaker system situation, if Aziraphale assumes he is forgetful and will not buy everything, his unconscious magic will make it so he missed things. Even if he buys everything from his list, the expectation of "I forgot something" will mean he ends up with missing ingredients anyway, regardless of how much he buys. He'll just unconsciously miracle them out of his own pantry again. They'll be there after he bought them, and as soon as he thinks "oh, I probably forgot to buy baking soda", as long as he really believes he is an angel who forgets to buy baking soda, all baking soda that was there will just disappear (because his idea of reality twists actual reality into shape). He cannot know whether this happens, either, because that would require being aware of this principle.
If Aziraphale assumes he is bad at shopping and the ingredients are all present and accounted for anyway, that means someone else believes Aziraphale is good at shopping, and they believe it more strongly than Aziraphale believes he sucks. That means Crowley could believe Aziraphale is great at buying everything off his list, and as long as Crowley believes that strongly enough to outweigh Aziraphale's contradictory belief, Aziraphale will find all his ingredients in his pantry anyway. (This configuration also works the other way around, Crowley could also unknowingly sabotage Aziraphale.)
Now, another fun thing that could happen in this last case is that if Crowley consistently believes strongly in Aziraphale's shopping skills, Aziraphale will always find he has all ingredients he needs (because Crowley believes that and thus Crowley miracles anything missing onto the shelves). If this goes on for a while, Aziraphale will have lots and lots of evidence that he always buys everything he needs/that his pantry is always well stocked. Naturally, this repeating experience should translate to Aziraphale growing to believe that he is indeed great at shopping for ingredients, which then translates to Aziraphale's own belief in his skills also filling his pantry.
Angels shopping is a logic problem. ;) But, ultimately, if Crowley believes in Aziraphale, and we have lots of canon reason to think he does, then Crowley will indeed save Aziraphale's recipes, one way or the other, even if he doesn't know he's doing it. He wouldn't even need to actively miracle Aziraphale's missing baking soda into existence. I mean, he can and he would, but if Crowley believes in Aziraphale strongly enough, that'll be enough on its own.
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Aziraphale was not normally one for sleeping however Skye made it very difficult not to want to sleep when he was going through this phase. Aziraphale certainly hoped it was a phase anyway, otherwise he feared Crowley may lose their mind. The baby was having a habit of screeching in the night despite that they would do everything to keep him all snuggled in bed and he’d be sleeping fine until late into the night when Crowley was all snuggled into bed looking so peaceful, it was almost as if the child planned it that way.
Then there was the constant shifting and trying to hide it on the occasions they went into public, one second the baby would have beautiful blue eyes and the next they’d be black as a demons and frightening anyone in sight (Crowley thought it was hysterical when a nun fainted when this happened once and Aziraphale had to wipe her memory of that afternoon to avoid anyone thinking their child was the anti christ, Vlad would be sore if someone tried to take his title after all.)
But now this was going on the third night in a row of almost non stop screeching from their child the moment the sun went down and he was running out of sanity to really know what to do. Aziraphale tried feeding, rocking, playing, soft music, he even tried queen to see if this perhaps as an accidental Crowley influence and there was nothing that was soothing the child. Aziraphale sighed as he sat on the sofa with Skye still crying in his arms and he looked up at Crowley, was Warlock ever this bad? Given they hadn’t been hired on until he was a little older but still.
“I think my dear it might be time to try a ride in the Bentley, perhaps to the Van Hellsings? They do have quite a bit more experience with children of the fey than we do. We may just have to admit that for once we’re a little out of our element with this one.”
Aziraphale glanced at crowley before mouthing ‘sehanine?’ and here he thought he knew all the gods or would be gods. Very peculiar place it seemed but he was rather curious and especially so when they passed what appeared to be a library and he paused in his footsteps but just long enough to glance he managed to restrain himself before stepping back in stride with his spouse and their child
“Oh yes it is lovely,” Aziraphale assured him Crowley and Skye would be the only ones sleeping but ti was surprisingly homey here it seemed.
Crowley shrugged and made a ‘I don’t know’ face.
“If you are in need of anything, the Master of this Castle can often be found in his office in the library, the Mistress in her sewing room and myself can be found down the hall passed the portrait gallery of the von Zarovich family.” With that he bowed and exited, “dinner shall be brought henceforth.”
Aziraphale nodded certainly tempted to go and look at the library under the ruse of just looking for strahd however he wasn’t sure he wanted to leave Crowley and the baby yet in such unfamiliar territory where he still couldn’t decide if they were in danger or not
Crowley watched him pace back and forth dithering about going to the library. “Angel, go…. You won’t let us rest till you see those books.” He motioned for him to leave, “go. Have fun, maybe you’ll find something to read to Skye?”
Aziraphale hesitated for a moment
“But what if something happens and you need me?” Aziraphale asked him worriedly he kept ringing his hands as he thought of it
“This is an unknown place that seems to be as confused as we are on the lines of good and evil, it’s like having Vlad and Juliet in a room together”
“I think you will know if something happens this castle while immense has nothing on my lungs and the capacity to get your attention.” He made a shooing motion after setting Skye in the provided crib. “Now go, before something happens, something is always happening, hasn’t stopped you from reading a book before.” He shrugged and sat back.
Skye had changed their hair now to red like Crowley’s.
“And I agree, rather like it, nothing is ever so cut and dry, morality varies not that there isn’t truly evil or good things out there Angel. Wonder if they have any plants in need of some looking after. May as well? Who knows how long we will be here?”
Aziraohale relaxed a little and nodded he pressed a kiss to crowley’s cheek and then a kiss to their child’s head
“I won’t be long then, I promise.” Aziraphale said he knew crowley would be fine but it was his own nagging worries that would always get to him. Aziraphale headed out finding his way to the library remembering where it had been as if the thing had been burned into his brain and happily entered looking around feeling much more at home and comforted by the presence of the books
“Be as long as you like you’ve always been better at the passage of time than I, Angel.” He reached over and patted his Angel’s hand with a smile.
Strahd sat reading over letters and documents sent by Barovian Nobles or Burgomasters. Eyebrow raised as he heard the approaching footsteps and then there was that smell the smell of the divine, he certainly recognized it radiating off of the being that entered. It was like the Abbot when the Abbot first arrived. “I wouldn’t touch that one. Or the one to the left of it, not unless you have decided to take up the art of Necromancy?” A soft smile, he nothing against the Angel.
Aziraphale was mesmerized by the library, he was always enraptured by libraries where ever they went but their one had a different energy to it
Needless to say he jumped a mile out of his vessel when strahd managed to sneak up on him as he was reaching for a book but then he processed what was said and after a few (hyperventilating) breaths he breathed a sigh of relief
“Oh…oh thank you, certainly not then” aziraphale said very delicately pushing the book in place with his finger
SLEEPLESS IN SEACOAST (Multi)
Aziraphale was not normally one for sleeping however Skye made it very difficult not to want to sleep when he was going through this phase. Aziraphale certainly hoped it was a phase anyway, otherwise he feared Crowley may lose their mind. The baby was having a habit of screeching in the night despite that they would do everything to keep him all snuggled in bed and he’d be sleeping fine until late into the night when Crowley was all snuggled into bed looking so peaceful, it was almost as if the child planned it that way.
Then there was the constant shifting and trying to hide it on the occasions they went into public, one second the baby would have beautiful blue eyes and the next they’d be black as a demons and frightening anyone in sight (Crowley thought it was hysterical when a nun fainted when this happened once and Aziraphale had to wipe her memory of that afternoon to avoid anyone thinking their child was the anti christ, Vlad would be sore if someone tried to take his title after all.)
But now this was going on the third night in a row of almost non stop screeching from their child the moment the sun went down and he was running out of sanity to really know what to do. Aziraphale tried feeding, rocking, playing, soft music, he even tried queen to see if this perhaps as an accidental Crowley influence and there was nothing that was soothing the child. Aziraphale sighed as he sat on the sofa with Skye still crying in his arms and he looked up at Crowley, was Warlock ever this bad? Given they hadn’t been hired on until he was a little older but still.
“I think my dear it might be time to try a ride in the Bentley, perhaps to the Van Hellsings? They do have quite a bit more experience with children of the fey than we do. We may just have to admit that for once we’re a little out of our element with this one.”
Aziraphale glanced at crowley before mouthing ‘sehanine?’ and here he thought he knew all the gods or would be gods. Very peculiar place it seemed but he was rather curious and especially so when they passed what appeared to be a library and he paused in his footsteps but just long enough to glance he managed to restrain himself before stepping back in stride with his spouse and their child
“Oh yes it is lovely,” Aziraphale assured him Crowley and Skye would be the only ones sleeping but ti was surprisingly homey here it seemed.
Crowley shrugged and made a ‘I don’t know’ face.
“If you are in need of anything, the Master of this Castle can often be found in his office in the library, the Mistress in her sewing room and myself can be found down the hall passed the portrait gallery of the von Zarovich family.” With that he bowed and exited, “dinner shall be brought henceforth.”
Aziraphale nodded certainly tempted to go and look at the library under the ruse of just looking for strahd however he wasn’t sure he wanted to leave Crowley and the baby yet in such unfamiliar territory where he still couldn’t decide if they were in danger or not
Crowley watched him pace back and forth dithering about going to the library. “Angel, go…. You won’t let us rest till you see those books.” He motioned for him to leave, “go. Have fun, maybe you’ll find something to read to Skye?”
Aziraphale hesitated for a moment
“But what if something happens and you need me?” Aziraphale asked him worriedly he kept ringing his hands as he thought of it
“This is an unknown place that seems to be as confused as we are on the lines of good and evil, it’s like having Vlad and Juliet in a room together”
“I think you will know if something happens this castle while immense has nothing on my lungs and the capacity to get your attention.” He made a shooing motion after setting Skye in the provided crib. “Now go, before something happens, something is always happening, hasn’t stopped you from reading a book before.” He shrugged and sat back.
Skye had changed their hair now to red like Crowley’s.
“And I agree, rather like it, nothing is ever so cut and dry, morality varies not that there isn’t truly evil or good things out there Angel. Wonder if they have any plants in need of some looking after. May as well? Who knows how long we will be here?”
Aziraohale relaxed a little and nodded he pressed a kiss to crowley’s cheek and then a kiss to their child’s head
“I won’t be long then, I promise.” Aziraphale said he knew crowley would be fine but it was his own nagging worries that would always get to him. Aziraphale headed out finding his way to the library remembering where it had been as if the thing had been burned into his brain and happily entered looking around feeling much more at home and comforted by the presence of the books
SLEEPLESS IN SEACOAST (Multi)
Aziraphale was not normally one for sleeping however Skye made it very difficult not to want to sleep when he was going through this phase. Aziraphale certainly hoped it was a phase anyway, otherwise he feared Crowley may lose their mind. The baby was having a habit of screeching in the night despite that they would do everything to keep him all snuggled in bed and he’d be sleeping fine until late into the night when Crowley was all snuggled into bed looking so peaceful, it was almost as if the child planned it that way.
Then there was the constant shifting and trying to hide it on the occasions they went into public, one second the baby would have beautiful blue eyes and the next they’d be black as a demons and frightening anyone in sight (Crowley thought it was hysterical when a nun fainted when this happened once and Aziraphale had to wipe her memory of that afternoon to avoid anyone thinking their child was the anti christ, Vlad would be sore if someone tried to take his title after all.)
But now this was going on the third night in a row of almost non stop screeching from their child the moment the sun went down and he was running out of sanity to really know what to do. Aziraphale tried feeding, rocking, playing, soft music, he even tried queen to see if this perhaps as an accidental Crowley influence and there was nothing that was soothing the child. Aziraphale sighed as he sat on the sofa with Skye still crying in his arms and he looked up at Crowley, was Warlock ever this bad? Given they hadn’t been hired on until he was a little older but still.
“I think my dear it might be time to try a ride in the Bentley, perhaps to the Van Hellsings? They do have quite a bit more experience with children of the fey than we do. We may just have to admit that for once we’re a little out of our element with this one.”
Aziraphale glanced at crowley before mouthing ‘sehanine?’ and here he thought he knew all the gods or would be gods. Very peculiar place it seemed but he was rather curious and especially so when they passed what appeared to be a library and he paused in his footsteps but just long enough to glance he managed to restrain himself before stepping back in stride with his spouse and their child
“Oh yes it is lovely,” Aziraphale assured him Crowley and Skye would be the only ones sleeping but ti was surprisingly homey here it seemed.
Crowley shrugged and made a ‘I don’t know’ face.
“If you are in need of anything, the Master of this Castle can often be found in his office in the library, the Mistress in her sewing room and myself can be found down the hall passed the portrait gallery of the von Zarovich family.” With that he bowed and exited, “dinner shall be brought henceforth.”
Aziraphale nodded certainly tempted to go and look at the library under the ruse of just looking for strahd however he wasn’t sure he wanted to leave Crowley and the baby yet in such unfamiliar territory where he still couldn’t decide if they were in danger or not
Crowley watched him pace back and forth dithering about going to the library. “Angel, go…. You won’t let us rest till you see those books.” He motioned for him to leave, “go. Have fun, maybe you’ll find something to read to Skye?”
Aziraphale hesitated for a moment
“But what if something happens and you need me?” Aziraphale asked him worriedly he kept ringing his hands as he thought of it
“This is an unknown place that seems to be as confused as we are on the lines of good and evil, it’s like having Vlad and Juliet in a room together”
SLEEPLESS IN SEACOAST (Multi)
Aziraphale was not normally one for sleeping however Skye made it very difficult not to want to sleep when he was going through this phase. Aziraphale certainly hoped it was a phase anyway, otherwise he feared Crowley may lose their mind. The baby was having a habit of screeching in the night despite that they would do everything to keep him all snuggled in bed and he’d be sleeping fine until late into the night when Crowley was all snuggled into bed looking so peaceful, it was almost as if the child planned it that way.
Then there was the constant shifting and trying to hide it on the occasions they went into public, one second the baby would have beautiful blue eyes and the next they’d be black as a demons and frightening anyone in sight (Crowley thought it was hysterical when a nun fainted when this happened once and Aziraphale had to wipe her memory of that afternoon to avoid anyone thinking their child was the anti christ, Vlad would be sore if someone tried to take his title after all.)
But now this was going on the third night in a row of almost non stop screeching from their child the moment the sun went down and he was running out of sanity to really know what to do. Aziraphale tried feeding, rocking, playing, soft music, he even tried queen to see if this perhaps as an accidental Crowley influence and there was nothing that was soothing the child. Aziraphale sighed as he sat on the sofa with Skye still crying in his arms and he looked up at Crowley, was Warlock ever this bad? Given they hadn’t been hired on until he was a little older but still.
“I think my dear it might be time to try a ride in the Bentley, perhaps to the Van Hellsings? They do have quite a bit more experience with children of the fey than we do. We may just have to admit that for once we’re a little out of our element with this one.”
Aziraphale glanced at crowley before mouthing ‘sehanine?’ and here he thought he knew all the gods or would be gods. Very peculiar place it seemed but he was rather curious and especially so when they passed what appeared to be a library and he paused in his footsteps but just long enough to glance he managed to restrain himself before stepping back in stride with his spouse and their child
“Oh yes it is lovely,” Aziraphale assured him Crowley and Skye would be the only ones sleeping but ti was surprisingly homey here it seemed.
Crowley shrugged and made a ‘I don’t know’ face.
“If you are in need of anything, the Master of this Castle can often be found in his office in the library, the Mistress in her sewing room and myself can be found down the hall passed the portrait gallery of the von Zarovich family.” With that he bowed and exited, “dinner shall be brought henceforth.”
Aziraphale nodded certainly tempted to go and look at the library under the ruse of just looking for strahd however he wasn’t sure he wanted to leave Crowley and the baby yet in such unfamiliar territory where he still couldn’t decide if they were in danger or not
AU where early on, heaven and hell decided that one war was enough and chose not to work towards armaggedon. There was an officewide announcement, only Crowley and Aziraphale were stuck under each other's wings on Eden's wall, watching the rain fall.
Cue thousands of years trying to hide their friendship from both head offices, while Heaven and Hell try to get them together because "Please! It's been 6000 years. Just fuck already!" (That's actually why they always end up in the same places for their assignments.)
There might have been one or two instances where an Angel, or perhaps a Demon, suggested that they should simply inform them about the treaty/alliance that heaven and hell agreed to. Beelzebub or/and Gabriel were quick to shoot it down, this was the most interesting drama they've had since the rebellion.
So if you happen to be passing by the halls of hell, or heaven's corridors, and saw a crowd of demons and angels all huddled near the earth observatory, feel free to join them.
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Aziraphale was not normally one for sleeping however Skye made it very difficult not to want to sleep when he was going through this phase. Aziraphale certainly hoped it was a phase anyway, otherwise he feared Crowley may lose their mind. The baby was having a habit of screeching in the night despite that they would do everything to keep him all snuggled in bed and he’d be sleeping fine until late into the night when Crowley was all snuggled into bed looking so peaceful, it was almost as if the child planned it that way.
Then there was the constant shifting and trying to hide it on the occasions they went into public, one second the baby would have beautiful blue eyes and the next they’d be black as a demons and frightening anyone in sight (Crowley thought it was hysterical when a nun fainted when this happened once and Aziraphale had to wipe her memory of that afternoon to avoid anyone thinking their child was the anti christ, Vlad would be sore if someone tried to take his title after all.)
But now this was going on the third night in a row of almost non stop screeching from their child the moment the sun went down and he was running out of sanity to really know what to do. Aziraphale tried feeding, rocking, playing, soft music, he even tried queen to see if this perhaps as an accidental Crowley influence and there was nothing that was soothing the child. Aziraphale sighed as he sat on the sofa with Skye still crying in his arms and he looked up at Crowley, was Warlock ever this bad? Given they hadn’t been hired on until he was a little older but still.
“I think my dear it might be time to try a ride in the Bentley, perhaps to the Van Hellsings? They do have quite a bit more experience with children of the fey than we do. We may just have to admit that for once we’re a little out of our element with this one.”
Crowley made a hissing sigh, “I thought the Bentley wasn’t good enough for the little Fae spawn.” Crowley affectionately tickled the cherubic cheek of the babe. “Poor thing but I fear you are right. Caring for a baby isn’t our expertise. Perhaps between the Van Helsings and Shakespeare’s we might be able to figure out what to do to get Skye to sleep. Lord knows.” Crowley grimaced at saying the term Lord. “I need some. Might sleep for two days.” Standing Crowley picked up the carrying pram. “Shall we Angel?” Crowley offered a tired smile.
The drive was innocuous at first but the growing fog was making it terribly hard to see, “Angel the road’s gone.” He said matter-of-factly, his hands turning the wheel as a tree came looming out of the fog, a rather foolish thing to be a tree standing in the middle of the “road”. There was something under the car but it wasn’t a paved road as they bumped along at a steep incline. “What in the nine layers of hell?” Crowley furrowed his brow over the glasses he wore.
Now a tall darkly dressed figure that held aloft some unfortunate soul by the throat and seemed to be deep into giving a threat when their attention turned to the beams of the headlights and they took a step back.
Crowley managed to miss the tall figure but still got the victim, “not my fault!” He said to Aziraphale. “He was the one in the road not my fault!” They came to a screeching halt as Crowley hissed as he felt the two front wheels pop.
Aziraphale gawked at his husband as skye once more started crying and aziraphale turned to the little one in his back car seat
“It’s ok love,” aziraphale cooed softly to the little one but he continued to cry and aziraphale sighed before he looked to Crowley
“I’ll check on them you help skye?” Aziraphale suggested before he got out of the Bentley and hurried to check on the man who had been being attacked by the taller one but then aziraphale noticed the woman there as well, blonde hair and blue eyes gaping at him from where she sat with a child with a head of red curls and…scales? Aziraphale paused unsure what to say either
Elhain looked to strahd for a moment, everything had happened so quickly. They’d been visiting mooncrest and the carriage had been attacked by cultists to strahd at first it wasn’t that bad until one had managed to grab Draco and all hell broke loose after that, then this peculiar torched carriage had appeared and struck the cultist strahd had been attacking and Elhain had managed to pull Draco protectively aside and now she held her trembling little yuan ti as the curly haired man in peculiar clothes gawked at her for a moment but she didn’t sense anything evil from them
“Are you alright love?” Elhain asked briefly glancing in strahd’s direction without taking her eyes off of the stranger and it seemed to remind aziraphale of the situation
“Oh yes we are terribly sorry, the road seems to have gotten away from us we were looking for the Van hellsings and didn’t expect to run into anyone out here” aziraphale explained quickly he checked the cultist and noted the peculiar dress had they stumbled upon one of Godwin’s LARP groups?
“It was only a slight brushing but I am fine, same can’t be said for the cultist though, yes, he seems rather well beyond my justice now at this point.” He looked to his wife and son and smiled warmly at Draco. “Don’t worry son, Papa is alright, and now that bad cultist won’t be hurting you anymore.” Strahd said as he moved towards his family.
Arabelle in the commotion had drawn out her dagger and had been pointing it at the cultist’s direction in case he somehow came near them and now had it warily pointed at the strange vehicle that had come tumbling through the mist. “Who are you?” She demanded.
“My daughter is right stranger, who are you? What had brought you here to this domain? My domain, Barovia.”
Crowley held Skye his golden snake eyes darting around behind the thick black lenses of his shades as he took in what was going on. “Well we could ask the same of you.” Crowley said popping out of the driver’s side gently rocking Skye to ease him to sleep. “Angel a little miracle? Just one? To help him sleep it will ease the introductions.” He peered over his glasses.
“Angel?” Strahd said eyeing over the strange but friendly looking man. “Truly?” He raised a brow. “A divine being?”
Arabelle lowered her dagger slightly but didn’t put it away not trusting them yet.
Aziraphale shot Crowley a look for revealing him as an actual angel but regardless he sighed
“Just this once, I don’t like imposing on others will” aziraphale said but with a snap the baby let out a yawn and soon was fast asleep in Crowley’s arms
Elhain’s eyes were wide as she stood and Draco hurried to his papa quickly as well
“I’m afraid there is a misunderstanding last we knew we were in seacoast city” aziraphale said thoughtfully but Elhain shook her head
“Then you are very far from home my friend, I’ve never even heard of such a place” elhain said and gently pulled arabelle to her as well, just cautious enough if the peculiar strangers, child or not.
“Right…oh introductions this is my husband Crowley, our child skye and I’m aziraphale” aziraphale said and held his hand out to shake Elhain seemed surprised but she took his hand regardless
“And did you say cultists?” Aziraohale added it explained the man’s peculiar dress but not theirs
“Yes, strahd and I are lord and lady of these lands occasionally someone gets carried away and we have to deal with their actions” elhain said glaring at the dead cultist and squeezing arabelle’s shoulder gently in a protective manner
SLEEPLESS IN SEACOAST (Multi)
Aziraphale was not normally one for sleeping however Skye made it very difficult not to want to sleep when he was going through this phase. Aziraphale certainly hoped it was a phase anyway, otherwise he feared Crowley may lose their mind. The baby was having a habit of screeching in the night despite that they would do everything to keep him all snuggled in bed and he’d be sleeping fine until late into the night when Crowley was all snuggled into bed looking so peaceful, it was almost as if the child planned it that way.
Then there was the constant shifting and trying to hide it on the occasions they went into public, one second the baby would have beautiful blue eyes and the next they’d be black as a demons and frightening anyone in sight (Crowley thought it was hysterical when a nun fainted when this happened once and Aziraphale had to wipe her memory of that afternoon to avoid anyone thinking their child was the anti christ, Vlad would be sore if someone tried to take his title after all.)
But now this was going on the third night in a row of almost non stop screeching from their child the moment the sun went down and he was running out of sanity to really know what to do. Aziraphale tried feeding, rocking, playing, soft music, he even tried queen to see if this perhaps as an accidental Crowley influence and there was nothing that was soothing the child. Aziraphale sighed as he sat on the sofa with Skye still crying in his arms and he looked up at Crowley, was Warlock ever this bad? Given they hadn’t been hired on until he was a little older but still.
“I think my dear it might be time to try a ride in the Bentley, perhaps to the Van Hellsings? They do have quite a bit more experience with children of the fey than we do. We may just have to admit that for once we’re a little out of our element with this one.”
Crowley made a hissing sigh, “I thought the Bentley wasn’t good enough for the little Fae spawn.” Crowley affectionately tickled the cherubic cheek of the babe. “Poor thing but I fear you are right. Caring for a baby isn’t our expertise. Perhaps between the Van Helsings and Shakespeare’s we might be able to figure out what to do to get Skye to sleep. Lord knows.” Crowley grimaced at saying the term Lord. “I need some. Might sleep for two days.” Standing Crowley picked up the carrying pram. “Shall we Angel?” Crowley offered a tired smile.
The drive was innocuous at first but the growing fog was making it terribly hard to see, “Angel the road’s gone.” He said matter-of-factly, his hands turning the wheel as a tree came looming out of the fog, a rather foolish thing to be a tree standing in the middle of the “road”. There was something under the car but it wasn’t a paved road as they bumped along at a steep incline. “What in the nine layers of hell?” Crowley furrowed his brow over the glasses he wore.
Now a tall darkly dressed figure that held aloft some unfortunate soul by the throat and seemed to be deep into giving a threat when their attention turned to the beams of the headlights and they took a step back.
Crowley managed to miss the tall figure but still got the victim, “not my fault!” He said to Aziraphale. “He was the one in the road not my fault!” They came to a screeching halt as Crowley hissed as he felt the two front wheels pop.
Aziraphale gawked at his husband as skye once more started crying and aziraphale turned to the little one in his back car seat
“It’s ok love,” aziraphale cooed softly to the little one but he continued to cry and aziraphale sighed before he looked to Crowley
“I’ll check on them you help skye?” Aziraphale suggested before he got out of the Bentley and hurried to check on the man who had been being attacked by the taller one but then aziraphale noticed the woman there as well, blonde hair and blue eyes gaping at him from where she sat with a child with a head of red curls and…scales? Aziraphale paused unsure what to say either
Elhain looked to strahd for a moment, everything had happened so quickly. They’d been visiting mooncrest and the carriage had been attacked by cultists to strahd at first it wasn’t that bad until one had managed to grab Draco and all hell broke loose after that, then this peculiar torched carriage had appeared and struck the cultist strahd had been attacking and Elhain had managed to pull Draco protectively aside and now she held her trembling little yuan ti as the curly haired man in peculiar clothes gawked at her for a moment but she didn’t sense anything evil from them
“Are you alright love?” Elhain asked briefly glancing in strahd’s direction without taking her eyes off of the stranger and it seemed to remind aziraphale of the situation
“Oh yes we are terribly sorry, the road seems to have gotten away from us we were looking for the Van hellsings and didn’t expect to run into anyone out here” aziraphale explained quickly he checked the cultist and noted the peculiar dress had they stumbled upon one of Godwin’s LARP groups?
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