On the twelfth day of Christmas...

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The UTTER CRACK played out in the comments on this entry inspired this drabble. With major apologies to starspiritgate  and foxxfire5 , because I know steadfast  will be amused.

Baraq - Soap Opera

  He’s sitting on the couch with Aziraphale, shoulders and knees touching comfortably as they sip tea and poke fun at the soap opera on TV, when Crowley enters, glowering, and inserts himself between them. He blinks, surprised.

    Gabriel approaches him, grinning, with a painting of a very female Barachiel, but he’s only just glanced at it when Michael appears and pulls Gabriel away, mumbling something about a cat stuck in a tree and sending a glare Baraq’s way.

  Baraq doesn’t know how he ended up in a soap opera, but it’s nowhere near as amusing as the ones on TV.

~*~


For the record, Gabriel is being curious and friendly, but Michael's just irrationally jealous - he's not taking chances. As for Aziraphale... no comments there. Poor, poor Baraq, he didn't deserve this.

And again, my deepest apologies to Yubi! I know you didn't mean for any of this to happen, dear, it just... did. I blame Jen.

Baraq/Aziraphael/Crowley OT3!