Queen for a Day
1975
Crowley stretched and let out a little groan as he started to wake up. He was a little disappointed to find himself alone in bed. He hadn't fallen asleep that way. It had been a really wonderful night. He got up and found a robe at the foot of the bed. Slipping it on he left the bedroom, following the voice that he heard coming from the kitchen. The four of them were standing around the kitchen island talking. It was nice that they weren't arguing at the moment. The talking stopped as soon as Crowley came within sight and there were suddenly eight eyes staring at him. He looked down at himself to see if maybe he'd forgotten to tie the robe or something.
"What?" He asked, looking back up at them.
"We need to ask you something." Roger said, trying to hide a smirk.
"Alright. What's up?" Crowley was trying to hide the fact that he was extremely nervous suddenly. Freddie made his way over and practically draped himself around Crowley's shoulders.
"Darling, who is Zira?" He practically whispered in Crowley's ear, though loud enough the others could hear him. Crowley's eyes went wide for about two seconds before he cleared his throat and tried to put on an uninterested look.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." He said. He tried to step away from Freddie but the young man was very good at keeping him still.
"Now we all know that's bullshit." Brian said with a chuckle.
"Yup, definitely lying." Roger said as Deacy nodded.
"I'm a demon, Rogers. It's kind of in the job description." Crowley shook his head. He'd never hidden who he was from them. This particular group of mortals actually took to him being a demon rather easily and didn't seem to care.
"Come on, love. You can tell me, can't you?" Freddie asked with a bit of a pout to his face. Crowley looked at him for a moment and then sighed.
"When you look at me like that, how can I say no?" He smiled before giving Freddie a quick kiss on the cheek. "How do you even know about Zira anyway?"
"You were moaning the name in your sleep, darling." Freddie answered. Crowley sighed and then went over to sit on the kitchen stool that Freddie had been previously occupying.
"Alright, so tell us. Who is Zira?" Roger asked again.
"Zira is.....my best friend." It was the only way Crowley could think to describe it. "I've known him for a very, very long time. We're not even really supposed to like each other." Crowley chuckled.
"Why's that?" Deacy asked, even though he'd been looking like he wasn't entirely paying attention.
"Because he's an angel." Crowley started to draw little circles on the kitchen island with his finer. "Demon and angel....we're hereditary enemies. Or so he keeps saying." He sighed.
"So if you're a demon and he's an angel and he keeps saying you're not friends, why do you call him your best friend?" Brian usually came up with some pretty good questions.
"We've crossed paths quite a lot over the years. Even came up with an arrangement. Sometimes if we're both supposed to be somewhere, one of us will take over both jobs. Do the blessing and the tempting. The work gets done and only one of us has to be put out." He kept his eyes on the table. "And up until I met the four of you, he was the only person that I could really talk to about.....things." He shrugged.
"Kind of hard to talk to regular humans about demonic things." Roger commented.
"Exactly." Crowley said with a nod. "But with Aziraphale....it's easy." Crowley couldn't hide the tiny smile that appeared on his lips as he talked about the angel. "And it helps that he's really a softy. Sometimes he'll get this little pout. Like when Hamlet was a dud. You know that's my doing? That it was so successful? Little demonic miracle to make Aziraphale happy. He loved that damned gloomy play." Crowley rolled his eyes.
The four band members just exchanged glances at each other while Crowley talked.
"And Satan save me that angel does love books. Been running a bookshop for nearly two centuries." Crowley chuckled a little. "He never sells anything but he has the shop so he can have somewhere to store his books. He just adores them."
Freddie moved over to stand next to Crowley and leaned against his shoulder a little bit. He moved one hand up to stroke the hair over Crowley's ear as he talked to him.
"It sounds to be like the two of you are a bit more than just friends, darling." He'd heard that tone of voice before. Seen that look in the eye. Even Crowley's yellow snake eyes couldn't hide his feelings.
"Doesn't matter, really." Crowley shrugged again.
"Why not?" Deacy asked. He'd been going over lyrics in his head while the conversation was going on.
"He doesn't feel the same way about me that I feel about him. And even if he did, we couldn't be together. Heaven and Hell wouldn't appreciate it at all. He'd get a strongly worded not and I would get....." Crowley made a motion with his thumb across his neck. The four men made a face.
"That's absolutely and completely tragic. You're like Romeo and Juliet but with worse families." Freddie gave Crowley a kiss on the cheek.
"Pretty much." Crowley agreed.
"Well, is there anything at all that we can do? Any way that we can help?" Roger offered. He really did hate seeing their friend like this. Though Crowley hadn't been in their lives very long they'd all gotten close to him pretty quickly.
"No, but I do appreciate the offer. Just having someone to talk to about him is helping a lot." Crowley smiled. He got to his feet and cleared his throat. "Now, I believe you boys have some work to do. The album isn't going to write itself." He gave Freddie a quick kiss on the cheek before going to go take a shower. He had some things he had to take care of.
It was a few years later before Crowley heard a song that felt like it was written specifically for him and Aziraphale. A song that sang to him deep in his soul. Freddie had said he'd write a song for them one day. He hadn't been lying.
Crowley stretched and let out a little groan as he started to wake up. He was a little disappointed to find himself alone in bed. He hadn't fallen asleep that way. It had been a really wonderful night. He got up and found a robe at the foot of the bed. Slipping it on he left the bedroom, following the voice that he heard coming from the kitchen. The four of them were standing around the kitchen island talking. It was nice that they weren't arguing at the moment. The talking stopped as soon as Crowley came within sight and there were suddenly eight eyes staring at him. He looked down at himself to see if maybe he'd forgotten to tie the robe or something.
"What?" He asked, looking back up at them.
"We need to ask you something." Roger said, trying to hide a smirk.
"Alright. What's up?" Crowley was trying to hide the fact that he was extremely nervous suddenly. Freddie made his way over and practically draped himself around Crowley's shoulders.
"Darling, who is Zira?" He practically whispered in Crowley's ear, though loud enough the others could hear him. Crowley's eyes went wide for about two seconds before he cleared his throat and tried to put on an uninterested look.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." He said. He tried to step away from Freddie but the young man was very good at keeping him still.
"Now we all know that's bullshit." Brian said with a chuckle.
"Yup, definitely lying." Roger said as Deacy nodded.
"I'm a demon, Rogers. It's kind of in the job description." Crowley shook his head. He'd never hidden who he was from them. This particular group of mortals actually took to him being a demon rather easily and didn't seem to care.
"Come on, love. You can tell me, can't you?" Freddie asked with a bit of a pout to his face. Crowley looked at him for a moment and then sighed.
"When you look at me like that, how can I say no?" He smiled before giving Freddie a quick kiss on the cheek. "How do you even know about Zira anyway?"
"You were moaning the name in your sleep, darling." Freddie answered. Crowley sighed and then went over to sit on the kitchen stool that Freddie had been previously occupying.
"Alright, so tell us. Who is Zira?" Roger asked again.
"Zira is.....my best friend." It was the only way Crowley could think to describe it. "I've known him for a very, very long time. We're not even really supposed to like each other." Crowley chuckled.
"Why's that?" Deacy asked, even though he'd been looking like he wasn't entirely paying attention.
"Because he's an angel." Crowley started to draw little circles on the kitchen island with his finer. "Demon and angel....we're hereditary enemies. Or so he keeps saying." He sighed.
"So if you're a demon and he's an angel and he keeps saying you're not friends, why do you call him your best friend?" Brian usually came up with some pretty good questions.
"We've crossed paths quite a lot over the years. Even came up with an arrangement. Sometimes if we're both supposed to be somewhere, one of us will take over both jobs. Do the blessing and the tempting. The work gets done and only one of us has to be put out." He kept his eyes on the table. "And up until I met the four of you, he was the only person that I could really talk to about.....things." He shrugged.
"Kind of hard to talk to regular humans about demonic things." Roger commented.
"Exactly." Crowley said with a nod. "But with Aziraphale....it's easy." Crowley couldn't hide the tiny smile that appeared on his lips as he talked about the angel. "And it helps that he's really a softy. Sometimes he'll get this little pout. Like when Hamlet was a dud. You know that's my doing? That it was so successful? Little demonic miracle to make Aziraphale happy. He loved that damned gloomy play." Crowley rolled his eyes.
The four band members just exchanged glances at each other while Crowley talked.
"And Satan save me that angel does love books. Been running a bookshop for nearly two centuries." Crowley chuckled a little. "He never sells anything but he has the shop so he can have somewhere to store his books. He just adores them."
Freddie moved over to stand next to Crowley and leaned against his shoulder a little bit. He moved one hand up to stroke the hair over Crowley's ear as he talked to him.
"It sounds to be like the two of you are a bit more than just friends, darling." He'd heard that tone of voice before. Seen that look in the eye. Even Crowley's yellow snake eyes couldn't hide his feelings.
"Doesn't matter, really." Crowley shrugged again.
"Why not?" Deacy asked. He'd been going over lyrics in his head while the conversation was going on.
"He doesn't feel the same way about me that I feel about him. And even if he did, we couldn't be together. Heaven and Hell wouldn't appreciate it at all. He'd get a strongly worded not and I would get....." Crowley made a motion with his thumb across his neck. The four men made a face.
"That's absolutely and completely tragic. You're like Romeo and Juliet but with worse families." Freddie gave Crowley a kiss on the cheek.
"Pretty much." Crowley agreed.
"Well, is there anything at all that we can do? Any way that we can help?" Roger offered. He really did hate seeing their friend like this. Though Crowley hadn't been in their lives very long they'd all gotten close to him pretty quickly.
"No, but I do appreciate the offer. Just having someone to talk to about him is helping a lot." Crowley smiled. He got to his feet and cleared his throat. "Now, I believe you boys have some work to do. The album isn't going to write itself." He gave Freddie a quick kiss on the cheek before going to go take a shower. He had some things he had to take care of.
It was a few years later before Crowley heard a song that felt like it was written specifically for him and Aziraphale. A song that sang to him deep in his soul. Freddie had said he'd write a song for them one day. He hadn't been lying.
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