Good Omens/Star Wars Possibility - An Ineffable Husbands Idea
Know what’s funny? I still don’t concede to actually being in this fandom. Haven’t properly watched the show, I’m only about 50 pages into the book. But with all the artwork and the ideas gnawing at my brain, I had to make an effort to purge this demon somehow. Somewhere a certain snake-eyed demon is laughing.
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In all her years on Dantooine, Miri didn't think she'd ever seen a more unlikely-looking pair of children.
Aziraphale was the orphanage darling – a bright, smiling little child who never failed to brighten even the gloomiest day. He had been left at Miri's little enclave when he couldn't have been more than a few standard weeks old, given over from the tender arms of a non-human woman whose skin had seemed to glow with a pale white light. She had given the baby a kiss and asked only that he be loved before walking back out into the stormy night. There had been no ship anywhere that Miri could see, but she had caught several glimpses of the near-translucent wings that hung limply down her back. She had never seen anyone like that woman before or since, but she'd heard the whispers of others that she was a Diathim – one of the Angels of Iego.
Whether Aziraphale had any Diathim blood in him, Miri couldn't have said. What she could say with total certainty was that he was the sweetest, most well-behaved child she'd ever known, except on those rare occasions when he would sneak into the storerooms to steal a few extra handfuls of candy. She could never quite figure out how he did it, but he just looked so adorable with his chubby cheeks sticky with sugar that she and the others would soon forget their displeasure with him. And if he occasionally looked into her eyes with a great deal more knowing than any toddler had the right to, what of it? The moment would soon pass and he would be smiling and laughing again.
Crowley, on the other hand, never seemed to smile. It was all any of them had been able to do to even get him to speak.
They didn't know if someone had brought him to the orphanage or if he'd come on his own. No one had knocked to alert them to his presence. One of the younger girls had simply found him sitting out beside the front entryway in the harsh light of morning, just barely managing to keep his tiny wings from drooping in the dust as he attempted to shield himself with them.
He wouldn't speak at first. Wouldn't tell anyone where he was from or how he'd come to be there, but Miri supposed it was also possible he simply didn't know. He couldn't have been any older than five standard at the time and had clearly been through something harrowing. Even unable to hear his voice or see what his tongue looked like, the wings and the serpent-like eyes were telling enough on their own. He was a Sathana child, quite possibly one of the last ones remaining after the Mandalorian Wars. Just how a Sathana child had come to be on their little world in the first place, none of them could say, but he was a child nonetheless, so they'd brought him inside.
For several days, no one had been able to get anything out of him. They couldn't get him to talk and they couldn't get him to eat. He just sat in a far corner of the infirmary, glaring at anyone who approached while attempting to hide behind his wings.
As always, Miri had no idea how Aziraphale had managed to slip into the closed ward, but he had just the same, because when she turned back from setting down another failed offering of food, she found the boy standing just a few meters from the little Sathana, staring curiously at him.
"Crowley?" little Az asked, tilting his head to the side. "Is that your name?"
The Sathana (or Crowley now, Miri supposed) still would not speak. His yellow eyes glared fiercely at Aziraphale from between his bedraggled black feathers. He let out an ugly warning hiss, forked tongue briefly visible between his fanged teeth. Aziraphale didn't back away in fear, though, as Crowley had no doubt intended. He sat down on the floor, scooting himself closer, little by little.
"Now stop that," the boy scolded mildly in imitation of Miri's own voice. "Is that any way to treat someone who's trying to be your friend?"
Crowley left off hissing, staring at Aziraphale in confusion for several minutes. All the while, the boy scooted himself closer to the Sathana. When he was finally close enough, he held his hand out to the other boy, revealing a piece of candy in his palm.
"Want a bite?" he asked with a smile. "It's tasty. I promise."
Crowley's gaze darted between Aziraphale and the brightly colored piece of spun sugar for several minutes before finally, actually speaking.
"What if it'ssss not?" he asked in a voice much smaller than Miri would've expected from a boy with such a powerful hiss.
"Then you can spit it out," Aziraphale said with a smile. "I promise I won't mind."
Crowley shook his little head. "Don't promisse. I don't wanna hear promissssse anymore."
"Okay," Aziraphale conceded, though he didn't back off. Just continued to sit there in front of the Sathana boy, hand extended invitingly toward him. Another few minutes of this strange, uncertain staring followed before the boy leaned forward, odd little tongue darting from his mouth and snatching up the piece of candy. Aziraphale just smiled as he watched him eat.
"'s too ssweet," Crowley said around the mouthful of sugar, although Miri couldn't help noticing that he didn't actually spit it out.
"Then I'll find you somethin' else. Deal?" Az asked with the same hopeful smile. Miri might've scolded him, were it not for the fact that she seemed to be watching him work some sort of magic.
"Yeah," the little Sathana agreed after a moment with a huff and a toss of his tangled red hair. "Deal."
Aziraphale squeaked in excitement. Then, forgetting himself, he leaned those last few centimeters into the other boy's space and pulled him into a hug.
Crowley actually squawked at the sudden physical contact. His wings flapped awkwardly against the wall, but he made no attempt to pull out of the hug. He seemed to make an effort to hug the other boy back, but couldn't seem to make his arms mimic the gesture. What he did instead was change his form outright, so that where a Sathana boy had been only moments before, there was now a long, slender black snake, and Aziraphale was wrapped in its coils.
Miri barely managed to remind herself that Sathana were shapeshifters in time to stop herself from screaming. Aziraphale, on the other hand, couldn't have been more delighted. A look of awe passed over his face as the cool, smooth snakeskin passed over his own. Then the look shifted into the boy's typical ebullient smile and he giggled, hugging the snake a little tighter as it settled around him.
Miri couldn't budge them for the rest of the afternoon. Not that she would've wanted to; they looked oddly adorable like that. Aziraphale babbled away at a klick a minute about everything happening in the orphanage, giving answers she was quite certain she hadn't heard questions to. If Crowley was actually communicating with Aziraphale, she felt she probably didn't want to know about it. As much of a joy as little Az was, he had enough oddnesses to him without this new friend.
When they'd finally tuckered each other out enough, they fell asleep like that in their little corner, seemingly even more tightly twined together than they had been when they were awake. No amount of gentle coaxing could get them to separate, so Miri simply had one of the others help her move the two boys to one of the cots for the night.
No, Miri thought as she looked at the two one last time on her way out of the infirmary, fast asleep in the cot, never a more unlikely-looking pair have I seen in all my days but, ah, stars, they are precious.
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So...shall we play a game? Wanna see how these two become Jedi and Sith? Or are we content to leave them as children?
