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futureofthemasses · 4 years

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d20 Fanfic Prompt Creator

I’ve been trying to get inspiration to write lately and have a bunch of sets of dice just sitting around so I thought hey! let’s make something with this. This uses five different dice (or a random number generator if you don’t have dice) with each one representing a different prompt item. You can use one of them, all of them, or just a few, whatever inspires you! This exact prompt list is meant for me using things I potentially want to write so you can use it exactly the way it is or create one in the same style and exchange it for different ships/settings/whatever.

6 sided die: Ships (choose your own or challenge yourself with what I chose!)

Johnlock - John Watson and Sherlock Holmes

Ineffable husbands - Crowley and Aziraphale

Drarry - Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter

Ironstrange - Stephen Strange and Tony Stark

Geraskier - Geralt and Jaskier

Love square - Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste

8 sided die: Setting

Modern/no powers/no magic (change it depending on how it is in canon)

Victorian

Regency

Elizabethian

Future

Crossover (you pick the crossover OR make a list and let the die decide!)

Steampunk

Fantasy

10 sided die: First Line (I used this website and just chose the ones I liked, change the pronouns as needed/wanted)

The entrance to the tunnel was his only way out.

He had waited two years to return it.

The accident wasn’t her fault.

As she stopped to catch her breath, she looked back.

There was a legend about the well in the garden.

He was older than she’d thought he would be.

After ten days of hot weather, she was now sitting there shivering.

The attack was over in seconds.

He could hear everything, but dared not open his eyes.

There was a strange wailing coming from the next room.

12 sided die: Trope

Coffee shop au

High school/college au

Fake dating

Secret royalty/royalty au

Genderswap

Pirate au

There’s Only One Bed

Holiday fic (you pick the holiday OR make a list and let the die decide!)

In Vino Veritas

Accidental Baby Acquisition

Flower shop au

Fairy tale au (you pick the fairy tale OR make a list and let the die decide!)

20 sided die: Prompt (I used a couple of websites generating random prompts or came up with ones I wanted to write)

Character A is seriously injured/ill and character b has to help them/nurse them back to health

My dad is your tutor and I came in and saw you struggling so I helped you and now I’ve replaced my dad and you’re adorable dammit

Characters a and b live together, a is afraid of thunderstorms and b has to help them through one

You slipped and I happened to be walking behind you and you fell into my arms wow you’re really attractive

Character a has lost or gained magical ability (depending on what they are in canon) and character b has to help get their powers back

We got drunk and are trying to make dinner together while also trying not to confess our feelings for each other

We are trapped somewhere alone together (elevator/closet/something relating to the setting or time period) and it leads to love confessions

You run a daycare and I’m a single parent dropping off my kiddo (who LOVES you) but this is the first time we’ve ever met and you’re cute oh no

We teach at the same school and all of our students think we should date but we’re actually already married

Character a is in a park with their pet and it escapes, character b catches it and brings it back

Characters a and b play different instruments in a band/orchestra and character b is always making flirty and/or funny faces to distract character a and character a finally decides to confront them about it

We’re at a party where we are in costume and start having a conversation and wow we are getting on really well but have no idea who each other is under the outfit

Character a’s date is cancelled so character b goes instead to help cheer them up and character a realises this is better than it would have been with the original date

We just met at a con and I am cosplaying as one half of a couple in the fandom we both love and you are cosplaying the other one so everyone wants to get pics of us together

We’re both superheroes and best friends in real life and we’re trying to hide our crushes and secret identities from each other but one of us sees the other transforming out of their costume

Character a is a famous painter and character b is looking at their art in a gallery/museum and talking about how they don’t like it to character a, not knowing they are the artist

Character a works at a zoo/with animals and character b listens to them talk about the animals they care for not because they are interested but because character a is passionate and cute

We’re having our first dance at our wedding reception and you insisted we use this song and when I ask you why you recount the story behind it

Character a is known as a notoriously wicked person/magical being and character b ends up at their house for some reason only to find out that the image is only for show to keep people from bothering character a

We’ve been best friends for ages and I’m your maid of honor/best man for your wedding but I’m in love with you and have to tell you before you get married or I’ll regret it

Like I said, use as many or few of these as you’d like (I’m not sure if it’s possible to use all of them in one story but YOLO)! I’m going to make a video soon showing myself using this method and I’ll share it under the tag “d20 fanfic prompt creator” if you’d like to see it in action.

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dolphin-bouillabaisse · 5 years

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GO-ctober Prompt, 16

Inktober except without the ink, and with drabbles instead.

Prompt #16 - Wild

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(find it all on Ao3)

And here, we see the elusive male-coded earthly demon. Unlike the closely related Hell-species, this once wild and dangerous creature has become fairly docile. In a rather unusual occurrence in the animal kingdom, the species has decided to switch from a nomadic lifestyle to a settled territory – which can still stretch several hundred miles across the countryside. The feeding habits and diet of this creature remains a mystery, as it has only rarely been observed to eat anything. Territorial fights and displays of dominance, however, are a regular sight to be-

Pepper shot Brian an angry look as the camera shook from his suppressed laughter, only to shake even more when Wensleydale punched his upper arm.

The Them were carefully crouched behind the garden fence, right at the area where the rosebush on the other side was thickest, but left a little spot clear through which to zoom in on the tableau inside of one 'earthly demon' working away on his plants with just the right mix of careful pruning and forceful shouting.

“Sorry, sorry.” Brian whispered after stopping the film, before picking the camera back up and focussing on Pepper. “Keep going.”

Pepper snorted derisively and lifted the imaginary microphone (an old toothbrush) up again.

Territorial fights and displays of dominance, however, are a regular sight to behold, as the demon will protect its home against many perceived dangers and intruders. Reports have been made of even elderly humans being scared away from its domain with the help of threat-displays and vigorous snarling.

Brian's mum had found the old recorder in a box in the attic, and after a short bit of explanation how to film with it, the Them had found the perfect use for it. Who else had the chance to make a documentary about non-boring creatures? (They'd tried with Dog first, but for some reason, two hours of footage of a small dog lying around, occasionally scratching his ears, was not that thrilling.)

Even in peaceful situations, the demon will keep his vigilance up. Despite being a predatory species, its erratic behaviour can sometimes be seen as the habits of prey-

The camera panned back through the rosebushes, only to focus on an empty garden. Adam gave a warning yell for Brian to stop the film and hide it seconds before Crowley could grab the camera from his hands. As it stood, all he could do was scowl over the garden fence at the four tiny humans squatting beside his house.

“And what do you lot think you're doing, exactly?” He growled, but the only answer he got was playful screeching and laughter as they darted off down the street.

Some kids just didn't know how to be properly frightened of wild creatures anymore.

-*-

“Just a warning.” Crowley had told him over tea later that day. “Those kids are up to something again. Caught them sneaking around the bushes today, doing who knows what.”

Aziraphale had smiled and nodded. Crowley was still skittish, even months after they'd moved to the cottage, after they'd last heard from either of their offices. Suspecting the poor kids to plan something was his go-to response whenever he saw them play. (And he was usually right, even if Aziraphale never realised. The Them were always up to something. Luckily, it mostly included both demon and angel in their plans, so there was never any harm done as far as Crowley was concerned.)

“I'll watch out for it. Maybe have a nice chat.”

“Like you'll find out what they're doing.”

“That's why I'll ask, dear.”

Crowley had snorted after setting down his cup. Aziraphale might be able to chat nicely with everyone, including the kids on their visits – but Crowley was the one who'd actually get involved in whatever heist they were doing. Whether he liked it – or knew about it – or not.

(There were several reasons for that. Number one, the Them had tried to involve Aziraphale in any kind of shenanigans, and that had usually ended in them being caught almost immediately – often by Crowley. Number two, he was far better in making up escape plans that seemed impossible, but ended up being dangerously fun. Number three, he was absolutely superior in smiling and taking the blame whenever they got caught, because he simply didn't seem to give a shit.)

When Aziraphale heard quiet whispering from behind the gates leading to the front garden the next day, he pretended not to hear it.

The earthly angel is considered a reclusive, not very agressive creature. While its larger brethren have a habit of intruding into human territories, this small subspecies has instead come to a territorial agreement with them. It is an omnivore, feeding on whatever it finds in its travels, but has been documented to prefer fresh nourishment. Despite its size and prowess, it is a largely peaceful species and has not yet been caught fighting for territory or against other predators.

Wensleydale had taken his turn to be commentator after a short bout of fighting in the evening, and was proudly clutching the toothbrush-microphone as the camera zoomed in and out on Aziraphale lounging in his deckchair. Brian, who'd claimed constant right of filming by means of being the one who actually owned the camera, was kneeling next to Pepper and Adam, who'd all but lost sight of Dog while trying not to giggle about Wensleydale's narration.

Aziraphale was not at all surprised when the little terrier came trotting up to him for pets, which he knew he'd get plenty of. Unfortunately, the angel had other plans as he silently snuck up to the gates.

“Why hello, you four! What are you up to?”

He was met with four very shocked faces, but he didn't let it stop his smile. “Are you making a film?”

“Uh. No.” Brian lied, very ineffectively, as the camera was still in his hand.

“A documentary?” Aziraphale glossed over his lie. “You know, I met David Attenborough at a charity dinner once. A marvellous man.”

The Them could do nothing but smile, nod and hide their disappointment as he rambled on. Aziraphale's stories were interesting, they couldn't deny it, but it wasn't exactly what they'd planned to do with the afternoon.

Luckily, he didn't notice they'd never answered his question, and the camera and its film stayed un-confiscated in Brian's backpack.

-*-

Pepper had returned to be in charge of the commentary again. Wensleydale was a few feet away, sulking over it, as they all crouched near the glass windows to the conservatory, Peppers whispering words feeding into the camera.

We are now witness to a truly incredible, unprecedented happening.

No earthly demon or angel has ever been documented to interact in such ways. These recordings are a true marvel. And yet, it seems a meeting of two species who were destined to work together.

The angel, with its apparent inability to properly defend itself and its nest, has set up shop in the demon's territory. Rather than fight it, as is common for demons, this one has seemingly decided to make it a symbiotic relationship. As the demon protects the angel from other predators and provides it with sufficient feed, it profits from the angel's pack-structure, receiving wingcare, warmth in its shelter, as well as-

“Ew.” Brian lifted his head away from the focus of the camera as it sank to the ground. Wensleydale was very much trying not to look at the two adults smooching between flowerpots inside. “Yeah, maybe we shouldn't be filming this.”

“Oh come on, guys. That's exactly what they want. They're on to us.” Adam protested (and understood, as easily as he often did, even when none of the others would believe him).

“I don't know, Adam.” Even Pepper argued. “This feels awfully intrusive now.”

Brian and Wensleydale nodded, even though they didn't quite understand what she meant.

“Fine. No documentary then.” Adam only sighed. “Maybe we can still try to catch Mrs. Loughton when she does her crazy post-dinner dance in the backyard. Let's go.”

Inside, an earthly angel pulled away from an equally earthly demon for barely an inch.

“Are they gone?”

“Mhm.” Crowley echoed, not very happy about the sudden interruption to their kiss.

“Good. Hopefully they've learned their lesson.”

“Oh, I highly doubt it.” Crowley grinned and leant forward again, chasing Aziraphale's lips. “But I'm pretty sure they'll stop filming us, at least.”

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luckyspike · 5 years

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The Trouble with Nocturnal Ambush Predators - A Good Omens Fanfiction

when I went to post this on AO3 (found here), turns out Crowley’s weird statue has its own tag

shit’s wild guys

anyway crowley and aziraphale make a bet about how shitty crowley’s vision is

nobody but also everybody wins, in a way

count the parks and rec references. also of course i had to make someone a doctor because i live at work i guess idk

Everyone was rather surprised when Brian announced that he would be going to school with plans to become a doctor. Brian, who reveled in dirt and grime, Brian that even at twenty would wear clothes more than once if he thought he could get away with it, Brian that ate food out of takeaway boxes and still left them in the sink. It was startling, the image of Brian, that Brian, standing in a sterile operating theater, scrubbed and gowned and as anti-septic as possible. And yet, this was also Brian that was always there for the Them, who would come the moment he was called if help was needed, who swallowed his pride and rebuked his filthy habits if only for a few minutes, to help his friends and save the world.

It was surprising but, the Them and friends reflected, not entirely shocking. It did make sense, in a sort of way. “I’d really like to study infectious diseases,” he said one night over dinner at the Pulsifer’s, while everyone was still gathered around the table for drinks. It was late, and Anathema had gone an hour or so ago to put her little daughter to bed, even over the child’s protests and desperate clinging to Crowley, who objected much less firmly than any self-respecting demon should have. Well enough then, he told Aziraphale, when the angel had pointed it out, that he was only still a demon in technicalities only.

Pepper looked amused. “You should see him in classes,” she said, for she was in the same class as Brian, with her sights set on psychiatry as a specialty once she’d graduated. “He sits right up front, a real gunner, and every time they ask about some weird bacteria, boom! He’s right there with the answer.” She rolled her eyes, but she was laughing, too. “I think it was all the dirt he always had on him when we were kids - he communed with the germs and they accepted him as one of their own.”

Brian flushed. “I don’t talk to germs. I just think they’re jolly interesting, is all.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” Adam Young said, leaned back in his chair with his hands folded behind his head. “Someone ought to, right? Otherwise we’d all die of cholera or something.”

Aziraphale frowned into his wineglass. “Nasty illness, cholera. I remember the pump outbreak …” He shook his head, putting an end to that reverie, and smiled at Brian instead. “It is fortunate you have such an interest, Brian - the world needs doctors, certainly.”

“So what’s medical school like these days?” Crowley asked, a mirror of Adam, leaned back in his chair with his feet on the table, idly swirling the scotch in his glass. “Last time I tried was, oh, the sixteenth century I think. Thereabouts.” He winced. “Pretty sure it’s got on since then. Hopefully.”

“Oh, yes,” Brian nodded. “Yes, I’d imagine it is. Very structured now, and there’s labs and independent study and practicing skills and all kinds of things, not to mention all the lectures and exams.”

“So many,” Pepper agreed mournfully. “Endless exams.”

“D’you practice on mannequins then?” Crowley looked thoughtful. “I’d imagine they do a good bit with mannequins.”

“Some yeah. And then some - the safer stuff - we practice on each other. Y’know …” Brian thought, waving his hands vaguely. “Listening to lungs and hearts, eye tests, that kind of stuff.”

Aziraphale looked up at that. “Eye tests, you say?” He looked across the table to Crowley, a grin slowly spreading over his lips. “Crowley, dear, we could finally settle the debate -”

“No. No, we can’t.”

Newt, who had been washing up in the kitchen, returned, wiping his hands on his jeans. “Debate? What are we debating, then?”

“Nothing,” Crowley griped. “Angel has been insisting for the past decade or whatever - since you kids were eleven, however long ago that was -”

“A decade,” Wensley confirmed.

“Right, so that long, I’ve had to hear about how I really shouldn’t be driving because snakes don’t have good visual acuity.” Crowley spread his hands. “To which I make my point: if I really couldn’t see, you think I would’ve gone this long with the Bentley without crashing it? Armageddon notwithstanding, that was extenuating circumstances.”

Aziraphale muttered into his wine, “Only thanks to occasionally-gratuitous use of miracles.”

“Occasionally, angel! Occasionally doesn’t count. Not like it’s a daily occurrence.

“And anyway, my vision’s better than a human’s at a distance and in the dark,” Crowley said authoritatively. “Horizontal planes an’ light refraction and all that. Saw a film about it.”

“Listened to a film about it,” Aziraphale mumbled. Adam snorted.

“Wasn’t very nice,” the boy said, although he was grinning.

Pepper laughed a little too, while Crowley presumably glared at Aziraphale - the sunglasses, as ever, made it difficult to tell for sure. “It’d be easy enough to test, if you really wanted to.”

“I don’t.”

“Not even for a wager?” Crowley looked at Aziraphale at that, and a long silence stretched out. The Them and Newt watched, rapt, because they’d only ever seen the two supernatural entities bet on something once before, and that was whether or not either of them could, after two bottles of wine, climb to the top of the biggest tree in Hogback wood without using miracles, wings, or shapeshifting*. They had, if memory served, wagered an entire years’ worth of song-selection privileges. It was, perhaps, fortunate that neither had won the bet, because in retrospect Adam considered it a distinct possibility that an ultimatum like that could only have ended in some kind of argument**.

[* They couldn’t, but no one had paid attention to that, because the entire spectacle was so hilarious that the end result was fairly irrelevant, and Crowley turned into a snake when he thought no one was watching and cheated anyway. ]

[** Crowley and Aziraphale, after the Nahpocalypse, argued very seldom, but being that neither liked to do anything by halves, arguments were usually intensely dramatic, if short-lived. The last argument had resulted in Crowley living in the garden at Jasmine Cottage as a snake for a weekend, and only ended because Newt threatened to call animal control on him if the two didn’t reach some kind of agreement about whether or not Tom or John Barnaby was the better detective .]

The demon was tempted. “What are the stakes?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Something.” Aziraphale shrugged. “Let’s say … oh, alright. You win, and I turn a blind eye to whatever you want to do to your plants for a month before the flower show next year.”

The Them and Newt, like spectators at a chess match, breathed out. “Oh, that’s a good one,” Brian mumbled.

“But if I win, which I will, of course, then …” Aziraphale considered it. “Then …” He thought harder, and then beamed. “Then next time the neighbors want to take a week holiday, you have to take care of their smallholding by yourself .” There were assorted gasps from around the table.

Crowley barked a laugh. “Absolutely not.”

“Because you know you’d lose.”

“No, because I always end up taking care of the smallholding by myself anyway, bloody goats.” Crowley leaned his elbows onto the table and tapped his chin with steepled fingers. “Right, when I win, I’ll … or you …” He brightened. “I get to yell at my plants, and you have to let me move the statue into the living room for an entire year.”

Aziraphale groaned. “Not the statue. No, just the plants.”

“No, the statue is a part of this.”

“When I win,” Aziraphale soldiered on, pretending they were not arguing about Crowley’s infamous Angel Statue that served as a crucial part of every argument and poorly-concealed threat in their relationship, “you have to put the blasted statue in a storage unit somewhere, and you take the speakers off that abhorrent vacuum cleaner."

Crowley looked appalled. “You’d cut out DJ Roomba’s tongue for a bet?”

“I’m hardly -” He looked to Crowley, and then relented, with a sigh. “Alright. No speaker on DJ Roomba for three months. Then you can put the speakers back on.” He seized Crowley’s hand the moment the other extended it, and they shook on it, both with equal enthusiasm and smugness. “I look forward to my three months of peace.”

“Can’t wait to put my statue in the living room and kill those bloody fittonias at last.”

Pepper and Brian exchanged a look, while Adam, Newt, and Wensley were trying to hide their laughter behind their hands. “We should print a Snellen chart,” Pepper said solemnly.

“Definitely need a Snellen chart.”

Newt nodded and stood from the table. “The printer is has bluetooth. Wait for me to be outside before you connect to it.”

Once Newt had vacated the building briefly, it was easy enough to print the eye chart. Adam found a measuring tape in a cookie tin full of sewing supplies***, and they solemnly marked out the ascribed distance. “Never done one of these before,” Crowley said, sobered-up for the endeavor. “What, you’re just supposed to read it?” Aziraphale was standing over his shoulder, arms crossed, looking so smug he might as well have already won. Perhaps he had.

[*** “ Why do you need it?” Anathema had asked him as she rocked Millie to sleep on her shoulder. Adam had explained, and she had nodded. “Oh, definitely,” she’d said. “The sewing kit is still in the linen closet in the bathroom - there should be a tape measure in there. Wait until I put Millie down to bed. I want to be there.” ]

“Yeah, you cover one eye,” Pepper instructed. “Right, and then you read the smallest line you can see. Ready?”

“Easiest bet I’ve ever won,” Crowley said, motioning to Brian to flip the corkboard he’d pinned the chart to. “Right, go for it.” The board flipped, and Crowley blinked. “Well, there’s the big ‘E’ at the top.”

“Everyone knows the big E,” Anathema said, dismissive. “He said read the smallest line you can.”

“Right. Ah …” There was an uncomfortable pause. “Can I try the other eye?”

“I knew it,” Aziraphale hissed triumphantly.

Brian swallowed. “Uh. In a minute. Um. Which … which direction is the ‘E’ pointing, then?”

Crowley frowned. “Whatever way ‘E’s usually point. What kind of stupid question is that?”

The assembled humans and one angel looked at the ‘E’ which was, very clearly, printed backwards. Aziraphale raised his hands to his mouth. “Crowley, you drove us here.”

“So? Didn’t crash, did I?” He switched eyes. “Oh, yeah, the other one’s better.”

“You’re serious?” Brian asked, craning his neck around to stare at the chart. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, so what’s that mean, then?” Crowley stuffed his hands into his pockets and rocked back onto his heels.

Pepper grimaced. “You’re legally blind?”

“No, that can’t be right.” He shrugged. “I drove us here, didn’t I?”

“He drove us here at 100 miles per hour,” Aziraphale added, in a mix of astonishment and terror.

“Right, and didn’t hit anything -”

“This time,” Anathema muttered under her breath.

“And made great time, all here, safe as houses.” He smirked. “Could a legally blind guy do that?”

“Maybe Daredevil,” said Newt, unhelpfully.

“Anyway,” Crowley went on, turning away to stalk across the room, past his horrified angel, and flick off the light switch, instantly plunging the room into darkness, “you’re not looking at this the right way. Move the chart around a bit, med student,” he instructed, the last part said with some disdain.

“You’re not at the line,” Brian protested.

“Just move it.” There was a whisper in the dark as the corkboard started moving in irregular figure-of-eights, Brian waving it around. Had it been light enough to see, his confusion would have been plainly evident on his face. “Right, so you got the ‘E’, which is backwards, then F, P, ah … T, O, Z, er … right, faster, okay, L, P, E, D, and then … Hm. Yeah, not sure after that.” The lights flipped back on, and Crowley put his sunglasses on. “So there.”

All the others looked from Crowley, to the eye chart, and back. “How?” Adam demanded. “You didn’t mess around -”

“Nocturnal ambush predator,” Crowley replied, as if it were obvious. “Plus, the ink’s still a bit warm from the printer. So even easier, really - I’ve got a whole extra sense, even, unless humans can see infra-red.”

“We can’t,” Wensley assured him.

“Right, so what’s that make me, then? I win, obviously.”

Aziraphale jumped in then. “Oh, no, no you don’t. Under human standards -”

“That was never specified.” Crowley grinned, and showed his teeth. Nocturnal ambush predator indeed. “Don’t try that with me, angel, remember which one of us is the demon, here.”

“It was inferred.”

“No such thing in a bet. Has to be expressly specified.” Crowley made a fist. “The fittonias die tonight.”

Since the lights had come back on, Anathema had been frowning, her lips moving occasionally as she clearly puzzled something over. She spoke, finally, slowly, and said, “But … but when you hit me with your car … it was night. And I was moving. And you were moving.” She looked at him, frowning. “You should have seen me, then.”

Crowley shrugged. “Wasn’t paying attention. No harm done, anyway.”

“Not after Aziraphale fixed me!”

Crowley scoffed. “Right. Like I said.” He pointed to Aziraphale. “I’m making an entire pop playlist for DJ Roomba just for this, angel.” He grinned even wider. “And I’m moving the statue as soon as we get home.”

“Really, dear boy, I don’t think this is as clear-cut as you say.”

“Oh, isn’t it?” Crowley pointed to Brian and Pepper. “Med students, stop me if I’m wrong -” they wouldn’t “- but the definition of visual acuity does allow for corrective devices, yes?”

“Yes,” said Pepper, while Aziraphale groused, “A moving chart and total darkness do not count as corrective devices, you know they mean glasses -”

“So there you go.” Crowley crossed the room and tore the chart from the board. “With corrective devices I’m … 20/50. So there. Not perfect but I still win.”

Aziraphale’s eyes were narrowed. “That’s cheating.”

“Again, if it’s not specified in the terms then technically it is not cheating. I’ve got books about this somewhere^, Aziraphale.” He spread his hands. “I’ve made a few bets and bargains in my life, believe it or not.”

[^ Books that were, he would not add, written in blood and bound in human skin.]

Aziraphale scowled. “You’re not putting that statue out.”

“Oh, but I am. I won the privilege.”

“You didn’t win anything.”

“Oh, but I did.” Crowley rubbed his hands together. “I definitely did. By the laws of betting.” He clapped Brian on the shoulder. “Thanks for moving the chart, kid.”

“And not letting the ink dry all the way,” Adam added under his breath with a poorly-stifled laugh.

Aziraphale was still scowling at Crowley, arms crossed over his chest. “We’ll discuss this further in the car.”

Crowley made a noise that might have been a chuckle, if there wasn’t just so much infernal glee instilled in it. “You sure you want me to drive home?” The angel’s wine glass miraculously filled itself. “Oh, so you’re going to be like that?"

“That statue is going out over my discorporated body.”

“It’s a very expensive statue.” He wilted a little under the blue fire in Aziraphale’s eyes. “Alright, we can talk about it in the car.”

The angel swallowed the wine in one gulp. “Capital.”

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #the them #i wish i didn't enjoy fanfiction so much #crowley is a snake in a human suit #you will never change my mind

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