The First Day of the Rest of Our Lives
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thekeyholder91Title: The First Day of the Rest of Our Lives (one-off)
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thekeyholder (B)
Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG-13
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Summary: An angel and a demon are enemies, of course. But after 6000 years they are sort of friends. What happens after they survive the Apocalypse together?
Feedback: would be lovely if you have some time! <3
Warnings: Nada.
Disclaimers: I don’t own Muse or Good Omens, but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal, please!
Author's note: The story was inspired by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman's book Good Omens, more specifically by the story of two characters, Aziraphale and Crowley, who are clearly gay for each other and I thought the Belldom version would be nice. The longer bits in italics are actual quotes from the book.
This is my entry for the September challenge at
stellarclouds and is dedicated to my dear ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
laurad2609 who is the best friend one could ask for. Happy belated birthday!
Dominic smiled at Matthew.
“I’ll just let you know,” he said, “if we don’t get out of this, that…I’ll have known, deep down inside, that there was a spark of goodness in you.”
“That’s right,” said Matthew bitterly. “Make my day.”
Dominic held out his hand.
“Nice knowing you,” he said.
Matthew took it.
“Here’s to next time,” he said. “And…Dominic?”
“Yes.”
“Just remember, deep down inside, you were just enough of a bastard to be worth liking.”
They survived the Apocalypse (more precisely, the Almost-Apocalypse), had been caught between the crossfire of Heaven and Hell and all Matthew could think about was that one scene where they kind of said farewell to each other and finally admitted openly just how close friends they had been.
He was driving back to London in a borrowed car – sadly, his black Bentley had fallen as a victim of the Almost-Apocalypse – and from time to time he glanced from behind his sunglasses at the passenger seat, but Dominic was just staring out the window the whole time, a peculiar smile gracing his lips.
Matthew wanted to say something, anything, just to get rid of that uneasiness in his stomach and the lump in his throat, but did not know what would be appropriate. As far as he knew, there was no book on 101 topics to discuss after the Apocalypse: avoid those awkward silences even after the devil’s own time. For the first time in his over six thousand years he didn’t know what to say, so he just let the Best of Queen cassette fill in the silence.
He was so immersed in evoking certain memories that he automatically drove to Dominic’s bookshop in Soho. Only when he laid his eyes on the still smoking ruins did he remember the tragic accident. Everything was gone: the bookshop, the flat above it, everything. Nevertheless, Dominic got out of the car.
“Angel, wait! Where are you going?”
Dominic, surprised, turned back, his blond hair bouncing with the sudden movement.
“To my bookshop.” He looked back at it and sighed. “Well, to what remains of it anyway.”
“But…you can’t stay there!” Matthew protested.
“Don’t worry, my dear boy. I should start cleaning it. The normal way,” he added for clarification.
And Dominic said it so naturally that Matthew just nodded, though he was still confused, and started the engine, watching in the rearview mirror as the angel waved goodbye.
Dominic did start cleaning his place, but he soon found a relatively unharmed armchair and for the first time in many, many years he fell asleep. In another quiet neighbourhood of London the demon named Matthew, after having acquiesced that his flat was in ruins and that all his houseplants had given up on life in his absence, went to the bedroom he had never used before and fell asleep as well, dreaming of blond locks and sweet, angelic smiles.
Warm afternoon rays glided over his stubbly face and Matthew opened his eyes with great shock, deciding instantly that he wouldn’t tell a soul about his little…fourteen-hour long nap. Sleep wasn’t unknown to Matthew – after all he did sleep through the 14th century – but every time it was by his choice. He didn’t mind, though, he felt fresher than on the day of his creation.
He turned on his right side and looked through the huge windows, pouting disappointedly as threatening black clouds crawled on the sky. By some miracle, his thoughts were the complete opposite of the weather: unlike the day before he knew how he felt and what he should have said to Dominic in the car.
At first he thought it was purely just physical attraction for something unreachable. Matthew and Dominic first met in the Garden, not long after Matthew had tempted Eve with the apple. He curled lazily in his serpent form around the lowest branch of the tree when Dominic appeared beside him (in his true angelic form which was unbearable for humans).
As they were discussing the destiny of humanity, Matthew felt his scales tingling. He fought against the urge to snake around (excuse the pun) around the angel’s waist, but he just had to shoot out his forked tongue several times, imagining that he could taste Dominic’s holy essence. That essence was not unknown to him; he used to be an angel as well before he sauntered vaguely downwards, following the coolest fallen angel gang.
Then they were both sent to Earth – in Dominic’s case, sadly, it was a kind of punishment, really (which he didn’t deserve). Dominic’s mission was to spread love and kindness while Matthew laughed at his hard efforts, relishing in how easily humans yielded to temptation, whether it was carnal or financial. The years passed by and everything changed, but there was one face that always remained present in Matthew’s life.
The demon smiled in his pillow as he remembered the night when they entered into the Agreement: there was lots of wine involved and they made a deal not to interfere in each other’s business. Things had been great since then; they also met up quite often to chat and get drunk.
But one might wonder, what was Dominic to him? The Enemy, of course. But an enemy for six thousand years now, which made him a sort of friend. Hmm, yes, that was true until a couple of days before, but now he knew clearly that he wanted more. He’d been denying it since forever, but the feelings gushed forth the moment when he realised that he might lose Dominic, when it dawned on him that maybe the world would end and he would never ever hear Dominic call him “my dear boy”.
Matthew decided it was time to get out of bed – if Dominic wanted to clean his bookshop the “normal” way (for them the normal way would be the supernatural one, no?) he might as well help him. Ugh, how un-demonic! That book shop meant so much to Dominic, though; in fact it was a cover for his invaluable book collection. Dominic was an angel, but he also worshipped books.
That meant that if Matthew wanted to see his angel happy, he should go there and help him clean the place. However, if he only did it to see Dominic smiling, then it was quite selfish, right? Hey, there were actually Ulterior Motives behind his actions! Would his bosses believe him? Matthew wondered for a second if a demon could be banned for not being evil enough. He decided to steal a kid’s lollipop outside. That should be enough evil for one day and anyway, humans were far better at causing each other misery than he or Hell was.
Matthew got out of bed and looked into a mirror. He was still wearing his sunglasses, he never took them off. Instead of the wrinkled suit he had slept in, he wished a brand new one with a tie too. All black, of course. He quite liked his dishevelled hair, so he didn’t touch it, but for some reason he wasn’t completely satisfied with his usual attire, so he willed a pair of white braces into existence.
He smiled proudly and only then noticed that his flat was perfectly orderly and his houseplants were once again verdant. Although he found it highly suspicious, he was kind of impatient to see Dominic, so he went outside, intent on stealing a car. He didn’t have to do it, though, for his beautiful Bentley was parked right in front of the building. It was the treasure of his life; he bought it new in 1926 and took care of it religiously.
The demon just stood there gaping and not breathing for five minutes straight. Of course, this didn’t affect him as he didn’t need to breathe. Even his eyes flashed yellow in his excitement, before he willed them to stay…well, a more appropriate colour for human eyes.
“Aw, yesss,” he hissed, something he tended to do whenever he forgot himself.
While he was evidently overjoyed by this turn of events, he also grew suspicious. Did they go back in time before the Failpocalypse? Or was this a second chance to get it right? He got into the car and drove to Dominic’s place. Just as he suspected, the bookshop was there, in perfect condition.
“Matthew, is that you?” the angel’s muffled voice sounded from the back room.
“I’m not bothering you, am I?” Matthew asked and looked around a bit incredulously. He saw this place burning down; he entered the flames looking for his angel and now everything was back.
“Of course not,” Dominic replied. “I would have called you if you hadn’t shown up. I’ll be there in a second.”
Matthew peeked through the slightly open door; Dominic was standing with his back to him, putting on a shirt. Unlike Matthew, he bought clothes, quite expensive ones. Matthew turned away quickly, wishing away his blush. To occupy his thoughts, he took out a random book from the shelf in front of him. As luck would have it, it was a princeps edition of The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde.
Matthew hated the dude, despite his impressive debauched life. Surprisingly, Dominic seemed enchanted by him and Matthew was extremely jealous. He might or might not have had a say in the imprisonment of the famous writer. Well, c’est la vie. He celebrated alone on that day with lots of alcohol.
Dominic entered the shop smiling while trying to put on a dark green tie. Matthew lolled his head to the right, inspecting the angel’s outfit. Oh, how satisfied he was! Dominic was wearing a greyish-green three-piece tweed suit with a beautiful lavender shirt. Matthew’s eyes crinkled with mirth behind his sunglasses as Dominic continued to fumble with his tie.
“Here, let me help you,” he offered and the banal tie turned into an exquisite purple silk one with a lovely pattern.
“Oh, that looks nice! Thank you, Matthew!” Dominic smiled. “Come, I’m inviting you to dinner.”
“I was just about to propose the same. After all, it is the first day of the rest of our lives.”
Dominic looked up, surprised. “Indeed,” he murmured as he put on his suit jacket and opened the door. “Shall we?”
The angel bought bread and they went to St. James’s Park to feed the ducks. Matthew felt less tense in this familiar situation, but even so he watched silently the comical waddling of the ducks.
“Matthew, dear, I must say you are very quiet today. Is everything all right?” Dominic asked, concerned, stepping closer to the demon.
“Sure, just still getting used to the fact that we’re alive.” While this was true, it was not completely true.
Matthew looked up at the ever darkening sky and said: “Let’s go to the Ritz before the rain catches us.”
This habit of feeding the ducks and then dining at the Ritz at least once a week represented such an essential part of their friendship that both Matthew and Dominic were profoundly disappointed if they had to cancel their meeting. Their favourite table (in the left corner from where they could watch the whole restaurant) always happened to be empty.
This was the only time when Matthew would take off his sunglasses, because – hello! – manners. Of course, he’d swap his yellow serpent eyes with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes. He agreed that it didn’t fit with his villain look, but once when Dominic and he were incredibly drunk, sometime around 1752, he confessed that of all the eye colours Matthew had tried through the centuries, he loved blue the most because it reminded him of home.
Matthew watched as Dominic was perusing the menu, his grey eyes moving from one dish name to another, blond eyebrows furrowing. In that moment, Matthew would have given everything if he could have reached out and touched Dominic’s face. Frustrated, he sighed. At the same time a button from a waiter’s shirt fell in a client’s soup.
Their waitress arrived and they placed their order. Matthew looked around the elegant restaurant; the ceiling with the amazing frescos, golden ornaments and crystal chandeliers were amazing. Then he rested his eyes on their reflection in the mirror that ran along the wall. Dominic was looking at a young couple with a warm smile and the guy kneeled with clear intent. Matthew didn’t take his eyes from their reflections and tried to judge them objectively.
Many people, meeting Dominic for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. The angel wasn’t even aware he inspired such impressions. In the meantime, their waitress brought their dishes. Matthew nodded and continued the assessment of his own person. Well, he had dark hair and good cheekbones. And he could do really weird things with his tongue.
Still, nothing worth Falling for.
Because that was what Matthew dreaded: if he confessed his feelings, who knows, maybe the angel would reciprocate them. Or Dominic’s bosses would find out that a demon has feelings for their agent and sentence Dominic to Fall. A waiter stumbled and dropped the orders of a family with three children. Cue crying and chaos.
Matthew felt someone staring at him. He looked up, but instead of the accusing eyes he expected, Matthew’s blues met with Dominic’s compassionate gaze. Dominic didn’t look away as he flicked his left wrist; the manager stopped shouting, changed his mind and revoked the dismissal of the waiter and said the family’s dinner was on the house.
“You clearly don’t feel well,” Dominic stated.
Matthew shrugged. There was no point in denying it. Suddenly, there was a loud clap of thunder outside. All the guests turned their heads towards the windows, except Matthew and Dominic who continued to stare at each other.
“Tell me,” Dominic asked softly.
Here was his chance and yet Matthew faltered. He felt guilty already and didn’t think he could bear the thought of being the cause of his angel’s Fall. He bit his lip and held his breath, but soon released it.
“I can’t, it’s…” he was searching for the right word in his mind.
“Ineffable?” Dominic helped him.
“Yes. It’s ineffable.”
They both left the restaurant deep in thought, although Dominic’s eyes were kindled as if he’d just had an epiphany. The skies rumbled lowly as they walked the deserted streets. The wind tousled their hair and the smell of rain was present in the air. Dominic happened to find umbrellas for sale. It was a baker’s shop, you see, but they had umbrellas too. Pure luck. However, Matthew refused Dominic’s offer to buy one for him as well.
It started to rain quite heavily, the drops falling hard against Dominic’s umbrella. Interestingly, the rain seemed to avoid Matthew: he was completely dry. He wondered if he should let the downpour soak him to the skin like in those films where the protagonist seems to find solace in the hellish weather.
Unexpectedly, there was a warm hand on his left shoulder.
“I know,” Dominic breathed. “I know your ineffable concern.” He wished away Matthew’s sunglasses. “But I’m staying here with you, my dear boy.” The blond caressed Matthew’s face. “Loving someone, even if they are a demon, is not a sin and therefore it won’t lead to my Fall.”
Matthew made Dominic’s umbrella disappear and fell into waiting arms. They embraced each other tightly, Matthew exhaling with relief in Dominic’s neck. The demon extended his black wings and covered them from the rain as hungry lips finally met after yearning for each other for six millennia.
Matthew laughed. “This day turned out better than expected.”
Dominic smiled, raking his fingers through the demon’s dark hair.
“It’s the first day of the rest of our lives.”
EDIT: The story has now fanart, courtesy ofwangoes CLICK!!!
Author:
thekeyholder (B)Pairing: Belldom
Rating: PG-13
Beta/Support: The lovely
millionstar who is the kindest person on Earth! Thank you so much! <3Summary: An angel and a demon are enemies, of course. But after 6000 years they are sort of friends. What happens after they survive the Apocalypse together?
Feedback: would be lovely if you have some time! <3
Warnings: Nada.
Disclaimers: I don’t own Muse or Good Omens, but original aspects belong to me. So don't steal, please!
Author's note: The story was inspired by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman's book Good Omens, more specifically by the story of two characters, Aziraphale and Crowley, who are clearly gay for each other and I thought the Belldom version would be nice. The longer bits in italics are actual quotes from the book.
This is my entry for the September challenge at
stellarclouds and is dedicated to my dear laurad2609 who is the best friend one could ask for. Happy belated birthday!The First Day of the Rest of Our Lives
Dominic smiled at Matthew.
“I’ll just let you know,” he said, “if we don’t get out of this, that…I’ll have known, deep down inside, that there was a spark of goodness in you.”
“That’s right,” said Matthew bitterly. “Make my day.”
Dominic held out his hand.
“Nice knowing you,” he said.
Matthew took it.
“Here’s to next time,” he said. “And…Dominic?”
“Yes.”
“Just remember, deep down inside, you were just enough of a bastard to be worth liking.”
They survived the Apocalypse (more precisely, the Almost-Apocalypse), had been caught between the crossfire of Heaven and Hell and all Matthew could think about was that one scene where they kind of said farewell to each other and finally admitted openly just how close friends they had been.
He was driving back to London in a borrowed car – sadly, his black Bentley had fallen as a victim of the Almost-Apocalypse – and from time to time he glanced from behind his sunglasses at the passenger seat, but Dominic was just staring out the window the whole time, a peculiar smile gracing his lips.
Matthew wanted to say something, anything, just to get rid of that uneasiness in his stomach and the lump in his throat, but did not know what would be appropriate. As far as he knew, there was no book on 101 topics to discuss after the Apocalypse: avoid those awkward silences even after the devil’s own time. For the first time in his over six thousand years he didn’t know what to say, so he just let the Best of Queen cassette fill in the silence.
He was so immersed in evoking certain memories that he automatically drove to Dominic’s bookshop in Soho. Only when he laid his eyes on the still smoking ruins did he remember the tragic accident. Everything was gone: the bookshop, the flat above it, everything. Nevertheless, Dominic got out of the car.
“Angel, wait! Where are you going?”
Dominic, surprised, turned back, his blond hair bouncing with the sudden movement.
“To my bookshop.” He looked back at it and sighed. “Well, to what remains of it anyway.”
“But…you can’t stay there!” Matthew protested.
“Don’t worry, my dear boy. I should start cleaning it. The normal way,” he added for clarification.
And Dominic said it so naturally that Matthew just nodded, though he was still confused, and started the engine, watching in the rearview mirror as the angel waved goodbye.
Dominic did start cleaning his place, but he soon found a relatively unharmed armchair and for the first time in many, many years he fell asleep. In another quiet neighbourhood of London the demon named Matthew, after having acquiesced that his flat was in ruins and that all his houseplants had given up on life in his absence, went to the bedroom he had never used before and fell asleep as well, dreaming of blond locks and sweet, angelic smiles.
* * * * *
Warm afternoon rays glided over his stubbly face and Matthew opened his eyes with great shock, deciding instantly that he wouldn’t tell a soul about his little…fourteen-hour long nap. Sleep wasn’t unknown to Matthew – after all he did sleep through the 14th century – but every time it was by his choice. He didn’t mind, though, he felt fresher than on the day of his creation.
He turned on his right side and looked through the huge windows, pouting disappointedly as threatening black clouds crawled on the sky. By some miracle, his thoughts were the complete opposite of the weather: unlike the day before he knew how he felt and what he should have said to Dominic in the car.
At first he thought it was purely just physical attraction for something unreachable. Matthew and Dominic first met in the Garden, not long after Matthew had tempted Eve with the apple. He curled lazily in his serpent form around the lowest branch of the tree when Dominic appeared beside him (in his true angelic form which was unbearable for humans).
As they were discussing the destiny of humanity, Matthew felt his scales tingling. He fought against the urge to snake around (excuse the pun) around the angel’s waist, but he just had to shoot out his forked tongue several times, imagining that he could taste Dominic’s holy essence. That essence was not unknown to him; he used to be an angel as well before he sauntered vaguely downwards, following the coolest fallen angel gang.
Then they were both sent to Earth – in Dominic’s case, sadly, it was a kind of punishment, really (which he didn’t deserve). Dominic’s mission was to spread love and kindness while Matthew laughed at his hard efforts, relishing in how easily humans yielded to temptation, whether it was carnal or financial. The years passed by and everything changed, but there was one face that always remained present in Matthew’s life.
The demon smiled in his pillow as he remembered the night when they entered into the Agreement: there was lots of wine involved and they made a deal not to interfere in each other’s business. Things had been great since then; they also met up quite often to chat and get drunk.
But one might wonder, what was Dominic to him? The Enemy, of course. But an enemy for six thousand years now, which made him a sort of friend. Hmm, yes, that was true until a couple of days before, but now he knew clearly that he wanted more. He’d been denying it since forever, but the feelings gushed forth the moment when he realised that he might lose Dominic, when it dawned on him that maybe the world would end and he would never ever hear Dominic call him “my dear boy”.
Matthew decided it was time to get out of bed – if Dominic wanted to clean his bookshop the “normal” way (for them the normal way would be the supernatural one, no?) he might as well help him. Ugh, how un-demonic! That book shop meant so much to Dominic, though; in fact it was a cover for his invaluable book collection. Dominic was an angel, but he also worshipped books.
That meant that if Matthew wanted to see his angel happy, he should go there and help him clean the place. However, if he only did it to see Dominic smiling, then it was quite selfish, right? Hey, there were actually Ulterior Motives behind his actions! Would his bosses believe him? Matthew wondered for a second if a demon could be banned for not being evil enough. He decided to steal a kid’s lollipop outside. That should be enough evil for one day and anyway, humans were far better at causing each other misery than he or Hell was.
Matthew got out of bed and looked into a mirror. He was still wearing his sunglasses, he never took them off. Instead of the wrinkled suit he had slept in, he wished a brand new one with a tie too. All black, of course. He quite liked his dishevelled hair, so he didn’t touch it, but for some reason he wasn’t completely satisfied with his usual attire, so he willed a pair of white braces into existence.
He smiled proudly and only then noticed that his flat was perfectly orderly and his houseplants were once again verdant. Although he found it highly suspicious, he was kind of impatient to see Dominic, so he went outside, intent on stealing a car. He didn’t have to do it, though, for his beautiful Bentley was parked right in front of the building. It was the treasure of his life; he bought it new in 1926 and took care of it religiously.
The demon just stood there gaping and not breathing for five minutes straight. Of course, this didn’t affect him as he didn’t need to breathe. Even his eyes flashed yellow in his excitement, before he willed them to stay…well, a more appropriate colour for human eyes.
“Aw, yesss,” he hissed, something he tended to do whenever he forgot himself.
While he was evidently overjoyed by this turn of events, he also grew suspicious. Did they go back in time before the Failpocalypse? Or was this a second chance to get it right? He got into the car and drove to Dominic’s place. Just as he suspected, the bookshop was there, in perfect condition.
“Matthew, is that you?” the angel’s muffled voice sounded from the back room.
“I’m not bothering you, am I?” Matthew asked and looked around a bit incredulously. He saw this place burning down; he entered the flames looking for his angel and now everything was back.
“Of course not,” Dominic replied. “I would have called you if you hadn’t shown up. I’ll be there in a second.”
Matthew peeked through the slightly open door; Dominic was standing with his back to him, putting on a shirt. Unlike Matthew, he bought clothes, quite expensive ones. Matthew turned away quickly, wishing away his blush. To occupy his thoughts, he took out a random book from the shelf in front of him. As luck would have it, it was a princeps edition of The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde.
Matthew hated the dude, despite his impressive debauched life. Surprisingly, Dominic seemed enchanted by him and Matthew was extremely jealous. He might or might not have had a say in the imprisonment of the famous writer. Well, c’est la vie. He celebrated alone on that day with lots of alcohol.
Dominic entered the shop smiling while trying to put on a dark green tie. Matthew lolled his head to the right, inspecting the angel’s outfit. Oh, how satisfied he was! Dominic was wearing a greyish-green three-piece tweed suit with a beautiful lavender shirt. Matthew’s eyes crinkled with mirth behind his sunglasses as Dominic continued to fumble with his tie.
“Here, let me help you,” he offered and the banal tie turned into an exquisite purple silk one with a lovely pattern.
“Oh, that looks nice! Thank you, Matthew!” Dominic smiled. “Come, I’m inviting you to dinner.”
“I was just about to propose the same. After all, it is the first day of the rest of our lives.”
Dominic looked up, surprised. “Indeed,” he murmured as he put on his suit jacket and opened the door. “Shall we?”
The angel bought bread and they went to St. James’s Park to feed the ducks. Matthew felt less tense in this familiar situation, but even so he watched silently the comical waddling of the ducks.
“Matthew, dear, I must say you are very quiet today. Is everything all right?” Dominic asked, concerned, stepping closer to the demon.
“Sure, just still getting used to the fact that we’re alive.” While this was true, it was not completely true.
Matthew looked up at the ever darkening sky and said: “Let’s go to the Ritz before the rain catches us.”
This habit of feeding the ducks and then dining at the Ritz at least once a week represented such an essential part of their friendship that both Matthew and Dominic were profoundly disappointed if they had to cancel their meeting. Their favourite table (in the left corner from where they could watch the whole restaurant) always happened to be empty.
This was the only time when Matthew would take off his sunglasses, because – hello! – manners. Of course, he’d swap his yellow serpent eyes with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes. He agreed that it didn’t fit with his villain look, but once when Dominic and he were incredibly drunk, sometime around 1752, he confessed that of all the eye colours Matthew had tried through the centuries, he loved blue the most because it reminded him of home.
Matthew watched as Dominic was perusing the menu, his grey eyes moving from one dish name to another, blond eyebrows furrowing. In that moment, Matthew would have given everything if he could have reached out and touched Dominic’s face. Frustrated, he sighed. At the same time a button from a waiter’s shirt fell in a client’s soup.
Their waitress arrived and they placed their order. Matthew looked around the elegant restaurant; the ceiling with the amazing frescos, golden ornaments and crystal chandeliers were amazing. Then he rested his eyes on their reflection in the mirror that ran along the wall. Dominic was looking at a young couple with a warm smile and the guy kneeled with clear intent. Matthew didn’t take his eyes from their reflections and tried to judge them objectively.
Many people, meeting Dominic for the first time, formed three impressions: that he was English, that he was intelligent, and that he was gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. The angel wasn’t even aware he inspired such impressions. In the meantime, their waitress brought their dishes. Matthew nodded and continued the assessment of his own person. Well, he had dark hair and good cheekbones. And he could do really weird things with his tongue.
Still, nothing worth Falling for.
Because that was what Matthew dreaded: if he confessed his feelings, who knows, maybe the angel would reciprocate them. Or Dominic’s bosses would find out that a demon has feelings for their agent and sentence Dominic to Fall. A waiter stumbled and dropped the orders of a family with three children. Cue crying and chaos.
Matthew felt someone staring at him. He looked up, but instead of the accusing eyes he expected, Matthew’s blues met with Dominic’s compassionate gaze. Dominic didn’t look away as he flicked his left wrist; the manager stopped shouting, changed his mind and revoked the dismissal of the waiter and said the family’s dinner was on the house.
“You clearly don’t feel well,” Dominic stated.
Matthew shrugged. There was no point in denying it. Suddenly, there was a loud clap of thunder outside. All the guests turned their heads towards the windows, except Matthew and Dominic who continued to stare at each other.
“Tell me,” Dominic asked softly.
Here was his chance and yet Matthew faltered. He felt guilty already and didn’t think he could bear the thought of being the cause of his angel’s Fall. He bit his lip and held his breath, but soon released it.
“I can’t, it’s…” he was searching for the right word in his mind.
“Ineffable?” Dominic helped him.
“Yes. It’s ineffable.”
They both left the restaurant deep in thought, although Dominic’s eyes were kindled as if he’d just had an epiphany. The skies rumbled lowly as they walked the deserted streets. The wind tousled their hair and the smell of rain was present in the air. Dominic happened to find umbrellas for sale. It was a baker’s shop, you see, but they had umbrellas too. Pure luck. However, Matthew refused Dominic’s offer to buy one for him as well.
It started to rain quite heavily, the drops falling hard against Dominic’s umbrella. Interestingly, the rain seemed to avoid Matthew: he was completely dry. He wondered if he should let the downpour soak him to the skin like in those films where the protagonist seems to find solace in the hellish weather.
Unexpectedly, there was a warm hand on his left shoulder.
“I know,” Dominic breathed. “I know your ineffable concern.” He wished away Matthew’s sunglasses. “But I’m staying here with you, my dear boy.” The blond caressed Matthew’s face. “Loving someone, even if they are a demon, is not a sin and therefore it won’t lead to my Fall.”
Matthew made Dominic’s umbrella disappear and fell into waiting arms. They embraced each other tightly, Matthew exhaling with relief in Dominic’s neck. The demon extended his black wings and covered them from the rain as hungry lips finally met after yearning for each other for six millennia.
Matthew laughed. “This day turned out better than expected.”
Dominic smiled, raking his fingers through the demon’s dark hair.
“It’s the first day of the rest of our lives.”
EDIT: The story has now fanart, courtesy of
wangoes CLICK!!!
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Date: 2013-09-27 09:02 am (UTC)Ahh. I almost said the words "Match made in heaven." but then.... Uh. This also kinda reminded me of "Marriage of Heaven and Hell" by William Blake.
Yeah. A lot of Heaven Hell references popped into mind. =/
Have loved the idea ever since you told me about it. A BellDom version of Good Omens. Seriously Brigi. This was absolutely amazing. Just loved it sooooh much.
Matthew is such a nice devil. Actually concerned about Dominic falling. They did remind me of the original characters and Matt and Dom - paranoid Matt.
This was seriously amazing.
<3
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Date: 2013-09-27 01:51 pm (UTC)Thank you so much, Vasu, I'm really glad you liked it. Even more that you read the book.
Yeah, Matthew has softened in all those years. Dominic's influenced rubbed on him. ;) Ha! Paranoid Matt - you see, I didn't even think about that and yet it fits!
Thank you so much! <333
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Date: 2013-09-27 09:46 am (UTC)Matthew is the most adorable demon ever x3 and Dominic is the nicest and most understanding angel (just like Azi :'3)! The scene in the restaurants with Matthew's thoughts and the ensuing chaos... xD the exact right amount of hilarity!
I love those two and I hope that the rest of their lives is going to be as good as the first day of it!
Much love, Bells
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Date: 2013-09-27 02:03 pm (UTC)I just had to use some quotes. The one with Azi being gayer than monkeys nitrous oxide was just too funny to pass.
Dear Bells, I'm really happy you liked my characters, I was so nervous about the story and getting their personalities right!
Pretty sure their life is going to be...heavenly. :D
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Date: 2013-09-27 09:50 am (UTC)you know how guilty I feel not to read your Au long fics , so I'm sooo happy and relieved to find this one , which actually I LOVED !!! <3<3<3
it's sop perfect, sweet, tender, with all the oh so important details you always put in your writing <3
plus, you surely now how I impossibly love the angel/demon stuff ^^
now, THIS:
* Matthew decided it was time to get out of bed – if Dominic wanted to clean his bookshop the “normal” way (for them the normal way would be the supernatural one, no?) he might as well help him. Ugh, how un-demonic! That book shop meant so much to Dominic, though; in fact it was a cover for his invaluable book collection. Dominic was an angel, but he also worshipped books.
That meant that if Matthew wanted to see his angel happy, he should go there and help him clean the place. However, if he only did it to see Dominic smiling, then it was quite selfish, right? Hey, there were actually Ulterior Motives behind his actions! Would his bosses believe him? Matthew wondered for a second if a demon could be banned for not being evil enough. He decided to steal a kid’s lollipop outside. That should be enough evil for one day and anyway, humans were far better at causing each other misery than he or Hell was. *
and this
*This was the only time when Matthew would take off his sunglasses, because – hello! – manners. Of course, he’d swap his yellow serpent eyes with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes. He agreed that it didn’t fit with his villain look, but once when Dominic and he were incredibly drunk, sometime around 1752, he confessed that of all the eye colours Matthew had tried through the centuries, he loved blue the most because it reminded him of home. *
and the bit Vasu quoted before are my fave part, but really I should have to quote the whole fic <3
they're so Dom and Matt alike, they fit these roles perfectly, very well done, my dear
and the end is just too sweet and cute for words <3 (Matt, black wings aww )
I just know I nedd that book, now, it sounds amazing, I'm already searching for it on Ebay
thanks for this little, precious thing ^^
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Lu
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Date: 2013-09-27 02:16 pm (UTC)Lol I don't think I'll ever write another series (can't update regularly). :)) And don't you worry, I know you prefer non-AU, it's all right. Just read whatever you're comfortable with. I'm really pleased that you read this and that you liked it! <3
Angel/demon fics are just...guh! Too good for words!
Aww, thanks for pointing out the parts you liked! :D
Ah, I was worried about the characterisation, so I'm glad that their roles fit!
OMG YES GO BUY THE BOOK!!! Just be prepared, it is sooooo crazy!!! :)) The most insane book I've ever read. But Azi and Crowley's story is the best part of it.
Thank you for your comment, it made me smile so much! *hugs* Hope you have a great weekend!
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Date: 2013-09-27 03:30 pm (UTC)Wonderful, totally wonderful. I'm speechless and so touched, I even cried! This was incredible, so beautifully written, and omg, I don't know what to say! The final scene was B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L. As cliché as it sounds, I have a thing for kisses under the rain, and this was AMAZING!!! THE WINGS THING!!! And also this line: “Loving someone, even if they are a demon, is not a sin and therefore it won’t lead to my Fall.” is... is... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Absolutely beautiful, I predict I'll re-read it a lot of times!!!!
PS: This story also reminds me of another book, one of my favourites, about angels and demons as well, but it doesn't have an English translation, so I can't tell you the title :/
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Date: 2013-09-28 08:46 pm (UTC)Go buy the book! Just be prepared to read the craziest story ever! It's not only about the angel and the demon and they don't kiss at the end, but I assure you, they are totally gay for each other.
I cannot thank you enough for your kind words. <3 I am incredibly happy that you liked it!
OMG what book is that? I speak 3 other languages apart from English, maybe it is translated into one of those? I absolutely love angel/demon stories.
Btw, want to be friends? :D
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Date: 2013-09-27 10:28 pm (UTC)Loved how bad things happened at the restaurant because Matthew was sulking and then Dominic made it better.
Excuse me Matthew, but what a cute demon you are.
“Loving someone, even if they are a demon, is not a sin and therefore it won’t lead to my Fall.”
And this sentence.
You're the best at writing fantasy stories. <3
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Date: 2013-09-28 08:52 pm (UTC)Dom's influence rubbed off on Matt, that's why he's so cute and caring.
ahjsKjzhvfadlfbnvfg that is the best praise I've received lately! Now, if I could only write an original fantasy novel... :D
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Date: 2013-09-27 11:25 pm (UTC)Would his bosses believe him? Matthew wondered for a second if a demon could be banned for not being evil enough. He decided to steal a kid’s lollipop outside.
His inner turmoil was so damn cute here.
He quite liked his dishevelled hair, so he didn’t touch it, but for some reason he wasn’t completely satisfied with his usual attire, so he willed a pair of white braces into existence.
... is it just me being hopeful here or is that decision to add white and not black braces Matthew subconsciously putting something representative of Dominic, even if it's something as simple as something the color white, close to himself? Either way I loved it, and thank frick he likes his hair that way cos lordy I do too LOL.
Just wonderful, thank you so much for sharing this. I can't praise it enough! <3
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Date: 2013-09-28 09:01 pm (UTC)What a fine thing to notice! At first I left him in the all black attire and then added the white braces. It hit me only a bit later what it might symbolize. I definitely did it subconsciously. Believe me, I am happy when no comb touches his lovely hair! *wink wink*
D, thank you so much for everything! I was so nervous about it, I really didn't expect such positive feedback! Jasmine also showed me your posts on twitter about my story and I swooned - you are just too kind to me.
*hugs*
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Date: 2013-09-28 04:00 am (UTC)This was the only time when Matthew would take off his sunglasses, because – hello! – manners. Of course, he’d swap his yellow serpent eyes with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes. He agreed that it didn’t fit with his villain look, but once when Dominic and he were incredibly drunk, sometime around 1752, he confessed that of all the eye colours Matthew had tried through the centuries, he loved blue the most because it reminded him of home. Sky blue eyes, oceanic eyes, deep sea eyes, heavenly eyes. Bellamy eyes <3 I loved this bit!
“I know,” Dominic breathed. “I know your ineffable concern.” He wished away Matthew’s sunglasses. “But I’m staying here with you, my dear boy.” The blond caressed Matthew’s face. “Loving someone, even if they are a demon, is not a sin and therefore it won’t lead to my Fall.”
Matthew made Dominic’s umbrella disappear and fell into waiting arms. They embraced each other tightly, Matthew exhaling with relief in Dominic’s neck. The demon extended his black wings and covered them from the rain as hungry lips finally met after yearning for each other for six millennia. So tender and sweet, and I can imagine Matt's black wings *---* I just love stories about angels and demons so much! It's such a good theme to develop a plot!
Amazing fanfic! <3
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Date: 2013-09-28 09:08 pm (UTC)I am SO SO SO happy that you liked it!
Matthew's eyes are absolutely stunning!!! When he looks at you it feels like he's staring right into your soul! *good concert memories*
Thanks so much, dear, for your amazing comment, especially for quoting your favourite parts - it helps me a great deal as a writer. I do love angel/demon stories myself, they have something delicious, don't they?
<333
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Date: 2013-09-28 08:55 pm (UTC)(btw, when I saw that sketch you did of Cecil for a moment there I thought it was Azi from GO). xDDD
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Date: 2013-09-30 08:47 pm (UTC)Dominic would be a positive influence on anyone, lets be honest! And I love that you chose to put Matthew in those braces, they are the embodiment of temptation!
The ending was perfect, the way he made the umbrella disappear so they could embrace fully was lovely!
Thanks for sharing! <3
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Date: 2013-10-01 10:26 am (UTC)I agree with you, his positive influence rubbed off even on a demon. Ugh, tell me about it, I love Matt with braces. Aww, so glad you liked it! <333
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Date: 2013-10-05 07:14 pm (UTC)Haha when I read this bit in GO I automatically thought of Dom, but I didn't want to put that on Goodreads! xD
Ah Briji this is wonderful. :D (I admit I squealed when I saw that you'd written this!)
The ending was really sweet and lovely. :) ♥
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Date: 2013-10-06 08:49 pm (UTC)I must confess I shipped Azi/Crowley so hard by the end of the book, and I didn't even know if I was the only one who saw it. It turned out that they are canonically accepted as gay for each other. xD
Thank you SO much for your wonderful comment; it means a lot that you liked it, even more that you've read GO previously.
*hugs*
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Date: 2013-10-14 12:44 pm (UTC)Good job there! Really enjoyed reading it :D
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