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I had soooo much fun with this XD And I'm so going to hell for this title. *looks shifty*

The Holy Book
Good Omens – Aziraphale/Crowley – Harry Potter – 233 words

“Don’t you like them? I made several kids cry when I got myself in the front of the queue to get them, you know?” Said Crowley, looking quite pleased with himself and remembering all those horrible, screeching cries of Mommy! That man stepped on my foot! Ah, life was good. “You ungrateful bastard.” He concluded, warmly.

Aziraphale stared at the colorful cover of the book, an eyebrow raised. He coughed faintly. “Erm, my dear Crowley, I don’t think you know exactly what I do for a living. Existence. Um. That.”

“Of course I do, Angel.” Crowley said as he straddled backwards the chair in front of Aziraphale with a downright dirty grin. “You like books. You caress them obscenely. You don’t sell them because you’re selfish – and isn’t that a sin, mind you?”

Aziraphale pretended he hadn’t heard the last part. “I like old books, Crowley, old, relevant books. And I’m afraid Harry Potter is neither of those.”

“But Harry Potter is cool, and those boys from the Quidditch team are so doing it in the locker rooms.*”

A sigh from Aziraphale. “All right, I’ll read it. Only for you, though.”

Crowley grins, feral and wild. “You always give in at the end.”




*Crowley wasn’t the only one thinking so. Apparently, there was an entire cult over the internet lighting candles and worshiping the idea of the Quidditch-induced orgies. They call themselves ‘fangirls’.