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Jan. 9th, 2006 07:56 pmSince all has been revealed now, I repost my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
go_exchange fic here.
Warnings for gratuitous seasonal sap. XD
title: Of Shillings and Christmas Tricks
Summary: A/C. A little magic at Christmas.
Rating: PG
A/N: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
soupytwist for beta duties, (*worships*) and to linnpuzzle for snowy inspiration.
( Of Shillings and Christmas Tricks )
go_exchange fic here. Warnings for gratuitous seasonal sap. XD
title: Of Shillings and Christmas Tricks
Summary: A/C. A little magic at Christmas.
Rating: PG
A/N: Thanks to
soupytwist for beta duties, (*worships*) and to linnpuzzle for snowy inspiration. ( Of Shillings and Christmas Tricks )
MUCH BELATED SOCK-FIC
Jun. 14th, 2005 10:16 amThe first of the sock-fics. It wasn't the first request, but it was the first one that came to mind. :)
Forsociofemme.
Good Omens/Johnny Maxwell crossover.
( To the fic... )
For
sociofemme.Good Omens/Johnny Maxwell crossover.
( To the fic... )
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Jun. 13th, 2005 05:29 amHAPPY BIRTHDAY schiarire!
On the occasion of your birthday, Ji, my dear, I have (omg shock horror and gasp) Written Fic.
Please to be keeping in mind that I am more than a little sleep deprived, it hasn't been beta'd (it has now been checked for spelling and suchlike bycopinggoggles, thank you dear), and I can't find my copy of Lamb, okay? *grins*
Er... Good Omens/Lamb crossover, for anyone that's interested. PG-13 for implied A/C, I guess?
( Story for Ji )
schiarire!On the occasion of your birthday, Ji, my dear, I have (omg shock horror and gasp) Written Fic.
Please to be keeping in mind that I am more than a little sleep deprived, it hasn't been beta'd (it has now been checked for spelling and suchlike by
copinggoggles, thank you dear), and I can't find my copy of Lamb, okay? *grins*Er... Good Omens/Lamb crossover, for anyone that's interested. PG-13 for implied A/C, I guess?
( Story for Ji )
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May. 3rd, 2005 06:32 pmA sequel, of sorts, to Bound.
Aziraphael/Crowley (implied), PG.
Written forcopinggoggles, who requested something with silk - also most grateful to her for beta duties.
( Tied )
Aziraphael/Crowley (implied), PG.
Written for
copinggoggles, who requested something with silk - also most grateful to her for beta duties.( Tied )
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May. 3rd, 2005 12:02 amThis is a Good Omens fic for copinggoggles, as always, and for linnpuzzle, who wanted restraint fic. It's milliways_bar based, although it's not really necessary to have read any of it.
In case you want a bit of background, though, this thread, followed by this one will show you where they're coming from.
Aziraphael/Crowley. Rated R.
I'm really gonna have to get me a beta one of these days...
( Bound )
copinggoggles, as always, and for linnpuzzle, who wanted restraint fic. It's milliways_bar based, although it's not really necessary to have read any of it. In case you want a bit of background, though, this thread, followed by this one will show you where they're coming from.
Aziraphael/Crowley. Rated R.
I'm really gonna have to get me a beta one of these days...
( Bound )
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Mar. 5th, 2005 02:06 pmThis is for copinggoggles, but I'd really appreciate hearing how much of it people get. I won't put it up on lower_tadfield until I know that it's not entirely opaque.
( Revolutions )
copinggoggles, but I'd really appreciate hearing how much of it people get. I won't put it up on lower_tadfield until I know that it's not entirely opaque.( Revolutions )
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Mar. 3rd, 2005 12:55 pmThis needs to be fiddled with. So any constructive criticism would be most gratefully received.
( Discorporate )
( Discorporate )
The bits in italics are from Good Omens. I don't own the books, I don't own the characters, I make no money, you know how this works.
Inertia
Where one of the figures had been, there was something dreadful. He blacked out.
Strangely, it was the angel Crowley thought of first.
The exasperated look on his face when Crowley, just to be annoying, had tempted a customer into buying a book, and nothing the angel could say would dissuade her.
"I liked that one," he'd muttered, annoyed, as she made her way out of the shop. Crowley'd smirked at him, and the memory was so vivid he could almost feel his lips curving, and that was a start.
He remembered Paris, 1793. They'd been celebrating something, or commiserating over something, or possibly it'd been nothing but an excuse to meet up and have a particularly mediocre meal and some particularly good wine. He couldn't quite remember what they'd talked about, which was probably a good indication of the quality of the alcohol, but he remembered the weight of the angel's head on his shoulder. He remembered the arm he'd snaked around Aziraphale to keep him upright, keep him moving. He remembered the hand he'd shoved into a jacket pocket to find the key to Aziraphale's flat, and the angel's giggle at the look of disgust on his face when he'd got stuck to a fluffy sweet lying in wait.
Progress.
The angel's hand. It wasn't so much remembering, as being unable to forget. The angel's hand placed innocently on his leg as he pointed at something out the window of the Bentley, and the semi-hysterical thought that wasn't supposed to happen and demons have excellent control, it comes with the territory, so Aziraphale'd not noticed anything. But that hadn't stopped him putting his foot down, making the angel clutch the dashboard and send him a reproving glance, making the angel move his hand, making it possible for him to pretend nothing had happened, only he couldn't.
The memories built up, and coalesced, and with a mental twist he was back as he had been.
Crowley restored himself to his favourite shape.
'I hate having to do that,' he murmured. 'I'm always afraid I'll forget how to change back.'
Inertia
Where one of the figures had been, there was something dreadful. He blacked out.
Strangely, it was the angel Crowley thought of first.
The exasperated look on his face when Crowley, just to be annoying, had tempted a customer into buying a book, and nothing the angel could say would dissuade her.
"I liked that one," he'd muttered, annoyed, as she made her way out of the shop. Crowley'd smirked at him, and the memory was so vivid he could almost feel his lips curving, and that was a start.
He remembered Paris, 1793. They'd been celebrating something, or commiserating over something, or possibly it'd been nothing but an excuse to meet up and have a particularly mediocre meal and some particularly good wine. He couldn't quite remember what they'd talked about, which was probably a good indication of the quality of the alcohol, but he remembered the weight of the angel's head on his shoulder. He remembered the arm he'd snaked around Aziraphale to keep him upright, keep him moving. He remembered the hand he'd shoved into a jacket pocket to find the key to Aziraphale's flat, and the angel's giggle at the look of disgust on his face when he'd got stuck to a fluffy sweet lying in wait.
Progress.
The angel's hand. It wasn't so much remembering, as being unable to forget. The angel's hand placed innocently on his leg as he pointed at something out the window of the Bentley, and the semi-hysterical thought that wasn't supposed to happen and demons have excellent control, it comes with the territory, so Aziraphale'd not noticed anything. But that hadn't stopped him putting his foot down, making the angel clutch the dashboard and send him a reproving glance, making the angel move his hand, making it possible for him to pretend nothing had happened, only he couldn't.
The memories built up, and coalesced, and with a mental twist he was back as he had been.
Crowley restored himself to his favourite shape.
'I hate having to do that,' he murmured. 'I'm always afraid I'll forget how to change back.'
Difference
Feb. 27th, 2005 11:19 amFalling hadn't, in all honesty, changed Aziraphale's life overmuch. He'd aquired a car, a mini he called Bob- BeelzeBob, he'd say, and chuckle to himself until Crowley hit him.
Crowley didn't like it when Aziraphale laughed. He sounded too much like the angel.
He drove Bob exceedingly carefully, twenty eight miles an hour because don't you see, Crowley, the speed limit's thirty and you really ought to allow for equipment malfunctions.
And the bloody thing about it was that it worked, too. Queues of irate motorists, beeping their horns and raising their blood pressures as they uselessly revved their engines behind the pootling angel. (Fallen).
Crowley examined his bruised knuckles thoughtfully. Sometimes his internal editor had that effect on him.
Darker colours were in, this season. It meant Aziraphale no longer stood out like a sore thumb in tweed and overly expensive shirts. It meant Crowley was no longer quite so embarrassed about being seen in public with him.
But he found that he missed the smell of books.
No, in all honesty, there really wasn't that much difference.
Crowley didn't like it when Aziraphale laughed. He sounded too much like the angel.
He drove Bob exceedingly carefully, twenty eight miles an hour because don't you see, Crowley, the speed limit's thirty and you really ought to allow for equipment malfunctions.
And the bloody thing about it was that it worked, too. Queues of irate motorists, beeping their horns and raising their blood pressures as they uselessly revved their engines behind the pootling angel. (Fallen).
Crowley examined his bruised knuckles thoughtfully. Sometimes his internal editor had that effect on him.
Darker colours were in, this season. It meant Aziraphale no longer stood out like a sore thumb in tweed and overly expensive shirts. It meant Crowley was no longer quite so embarrassed about being seen in public with him.
But he found that he missed the smell of books.
No, in all honesty, there really wasn't that much difference.
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Feb. 21st, 2005 08:05 pmThis is a story about Nothing in Particular.
Good Omens, gen.
Forjumperkid, who has made my day infinitely better.
( Feeding Ducks )
Good Omens, gen.
For
jumperkid, who has made my day infinitely better.( Feeding Ducks )
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