Good Omens | 2.03 I Know Where I'm Going
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Ok, so this picture exists… 👀
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Broadchurch | S1EP3 | Alec Hardy’s Wettest Moments (Part 13)
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On that 3 sentence ask… Margo and Sergei stumbling into Aziraphale’s bookshop. Of course Crowley would have something snarky to say! (It can be more than 3 sentences… lol!)
Thank you for the prompt! I'm excited to write my first foray into FAM, albeit as part of a crossover. "Three sentence" fic, ahoy:
It was a tiny miracle. Nothing overt. Just a quick wave of a hand as three Russian brutes burst through the doors of A.Z. Fell and Co and pointed a gun in Aziraphale's direction. Really. They departed quickly enough - they would soon forget the shop, the name of the woman they were chasing - everything, really, apart from how to return home. A suitable solution, considering there was no Crowley nearby to rescue him, once again, from gun-totting spies.
"There," Aziraphale said as he finalised his sale to Ms Madison, their apparent target for the evening, of the Stephen King book she had pre-ordered. Aziraphale didn't much care for selling books, but there was something about this woman that reminded him awfully of Crowley. Her admiration for astronomy, her delight in everything technical and wonderful, the crimson hair and the secret, furtive glances thrown over her shoulder. "I'm sure they won't be bothering you anymore."
Her nose wrinkled. She scoffed. "I don't really believe in miracles, Mister Fell. But thank you. For...everything. Hopefully, I will see you next year."
Ms Madison did not sound convinced. Yet, the next year, when Crowley had snuck into the IAC conference as Doctor Crowley, Aziraphale spotted Ms Madison at the bar. A gentleman, another regular who only visited the shop once a year, had his hand upon hers. There were whispers. Defection. Presidential Cabinet. Engagement. Aziraphale stared at the couple fondly before sighing and turning back to his companion, ordering them both a bottle of wine. Maybe. One day.
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Labour is going to win the general election and then say this doesn’t go far enough.
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Prompt game:
Aziraphale/Crowley, Human Crowley grew up in a cult and when asked to summon a demon, he ends up summoning Angel Aziraphale instead
Not sure what can be done in three sentences with that though, good luck
Thank you for the prompt! "Three sentence" fic, ahoy:
Crowley had been thinking about leaving for a while. Not something he'd thought about, growing up in the Order, but after his first visit to the city - and listening to Queen in a pair of oversized headphones in HMV - he'd known it was inevitable. Packed a bag for the occasion; looked for every out he could. But Crowley didn't expect this to be his departure.
"So. Where to?" Crowley asked the occupant of the passenger seat. Barney bleated - Crowley really hadn't expected too much of the goat. He was just happy not to be the next ritual sacrifice. The Angel on the back seat, marveling at the way the electronic windows went up and down, seemed equally content. "Angel?"
"Hmm?" Aziraphale, Angel of the Eastern Gate, smiled brightly at him from the back. "Oh, anywhere. I'll go anywhere."
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Ineffable Husbands/Wives and 19th century
Thank you for the prompt! "Three sentence" fic, ahoy:
"Oh, you've staked me! You've ended me! Damn you, Doctor Fell, damn you!"
Crowley, clutching the wooden stake underneath his arm and muttering curses against splinters, fell back behind the fainting couch in Aziraphale's bookshop. The zealots, spurred on by Mister Stoker's recent work of fiction, seemed satisfied that the threat of a mysterious man, clad in black, who seduced middle-aged booksellers in long, luxurious gardens, was defeated.
Aziraphale thanked them profusely for their assistance, then ushered them out. Crowley's head popped out from above the sofa. "Drink, Angel?"
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when I was a little kid at some point I got upset with my parents because I didn't have a crucifix in my bedroom and they did- I was like why do YOU get to be safe from vampires??? you're okay with me getting my blood sucked???? so we took a little trip to the catholic store but the one closest to us was run by a group of nuns that had been moved here from romania. I got a little baby pink cross and this sweet old nun was like 'aww, is this a baptism gift?' and I was like no. I need to be protected from vampires. and she immediately got SO serious and was like 'this is the best one we've got, you'll definitely be safe' and since she was literally from vampire land I was convinced she was like, van helsing. like the whole time my parents had been laughing about how cute my fear was but she literally Knew dracula and was taking my concerns seriously I held this over my parents for so long lmfao
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💌send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌
That is so sweet of you; thank you! <333
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Them but its a "sudden rainstorm" scene in some 2000's rom-com AU
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