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crack_van2005-09-15 11:06 am
catatonic1242.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-09-15 11:06 am
Entry tags:
LotRiPS/Good Omens (R)
Title: A Picnic Lunch in the Garden of Eden, The Angel of the North and And On the Seventh Day by kraken wakes
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kraken_writes
Author Website: None
Why this must be read:
I'm counting this as my crossover rec, even though it's not *quite* a crossover (so if that's a problem, let me know and I'll change my rec). In this three-part fic, Dom is the demon who inspired Gaiman and Pratchett to write Good Omens. It's uproariously funny (especially the scene where angel!Bill and demon!Dom play pub trivia with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse), and the author has done a remarkable job emulating the style of Gaiman and Pratchett, showcasing a dry wit that cleverly conceals the real emotions between the angel and the demon. Watching Dom and Billy interact from the beginning of humanity until present day is, at turns, heart-wrenching and hysterical (the bit about Episode One cracks me up). But then Billy vanishes, called to Upstairs, and when he returns, they both have to deal with the consequences.
"Guys," Lucifer nodded at them. He had a distinctly American accent. Some time in the nineteen twenties Dom had been excessively drunk and had persuaded Lucifer to go to America with him on the grounds that Gabriel was getting above himself and was smugly enforcing prohibition. The gangsters had had a very bad effect on Lucifer (which was ironic because usually, that kind of thing went the other way around but then Lucifer didn't really inhabit the same world as everyone else. Something to do with hearing the celestial harmonies at a certain pitch, Dom claimed but then Dom tended to be full of crap).
Dom and Billy waved at the theoretical Prince of Darkness and took their usual table. As ever, Billy needed a very large drink to get over Dom's driving. (NB: Leeds to London takes about four or five hours on the motorway. Dom wasn't very good at reading maps or understanding scale and thought it should only take twenty minutes so it invariably did only take twenty minutes. Billy, on the other hand, could read maps and understood scale to boot and generally got out of Dom's car feeling like his eyeballs were inserted the wrong way around).
A Picnic Lunch in the Garden of Eden
The Angel of the North
And On the Seventh Day
Pairing: Billy/Dom
Author on LJ:
kraken_writesAuthor Website: None
Why this must be read:
I'm counting this as my crossover rec, even though it's not *quite* a crossover (so if that's a problem, let me know and I'll change my rec). In this three-part fic, Dom is the demon who inspired Gaiman and Pratchett to write Good Omens. It's uproariously funny (especially the scene where angel!Bill and demon!Dom play pub trivia with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse), and the author has done a remarkable job emulating the style of Gaiman and Pratchett, showcasing a dry wit that cleverly conceals the real emotions between the angel and the demon. Watching Dom and Billy interact from the beginning of humanity until present day is, at turns, heart-wrenching and hysterical (the bit about Episode One cracks me up). But then Billy vanishes, called to Upstairs, and when he returns, they both have to deal with the consequences.
"Guys," Lucifer nodded at them. He had a distinctly American accent. Some time in the nineteen twenties Dom had been excessively drunk and had persuaded Lucifer to go to America with him on the grounds that Gabriel was getting above himself and was smugly enforcing prohibition. The gangsters had had a very bad effect on Lucifer (which was ironic because usually, that kind of thing went the other way around but then Lucifer didn't really inhabit the same world as everyone else. Something to do with hearing the celestial harmonies at a certain pitch, Dom claimed but then Dom tended to be full of crap).
Dom and Billy waved at the theoretical Prince of Darkness and took their usual table. As ever, Billy needed a very large drink to get over Dom's driving. (NB: Leeds to London takes about four or five hours on the motorway. Dom wasn't very good at reading maps or understanding scale and thought it should only take twenty minutes so it invariably did only take twenty minutes. Billy, on the other hand, could read maps and understood scale to boot and generally got out of Dom's car feeling like his eyeballs were inserted the wrong way around).
A Picnic Lunch in the Garden of Eden
The Angel of the North
And On the Seventh Day
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ETA: Correction - the fic is not available on her fic journal that I can find.