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Something Like That, by Use_TheForce_Em (R)
Fandom: GOOD OMENS
Pairing: Anathema/Aziraphale/Crowley, ensemble cast
Length: Long one-shot
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use_theforce_em
Author Website: her stories at the Good Omens Library
Why this must be read:
This story goes through many turns in its relatively simple events. It's an Anathema-centric story, which is hard enough to find, and it does a wonderful, warm, hilarious, slightly unnerving job of looking into her witchly psyche as she ponders what her life as a Professional Descendant and her occult skills have to do with her impending marriage to Newt, her relationships with her small-town neighbors, and her uneasy friendship with those two "consenting bicycle repairmen." Who wind up consenting to rather a lot. And what they teach her is both unbelievably sexy, and also just fittingly right. I have a serious fondness for erotic stories in which Crowley and Aziraphale's sexuality with each other is not just purely physical - after all, why would it be? This story alone might give you a fondness for them too. Or at the very least, for stories with bachelorette parties that turn into seances.
“You know, I wanted to – ”
“Apologize for your rude behavior the day we met,” Crowley finished for her. He could play that game too, if need be.
She paused at that, but when he looked up she was all smiles. “Maybe you should apologize too. You weren’t exactly a pussy cat yourself.”
And you would have liked that, wouldn’t you, you broomstick wielding, rodent gut reading, cycles-by-night, polytheistic, cauldron wench? He didn’t think it in a mean sort of way, actually, it was more in a fond I used to go join the circle myself in the old days and I haven’t had that much fun at a Sabbat since sort of way. “Mm. Well, you didn’t exactly catch us at the best time; Things were going on you know.”
“Mm,” she echoed. “Yes, we were all concentrating ferociously on Things. I suppose it turned out all right in the end, since the book ended up with your friend. But I thought you were both highway rapists when I got into the car.”
Crowley looked affronted. “Have you ever met a highway rapist who dresses like this?”
Something Like That
Pairing: Anathema/Aziraphale/Crowley, ensemble cast
Length: Long one-shot
Author on LJ:
use_theforce_emAuthor Website: her stories at the Good Omens Library
Why this must be read:
This story goes through many turns in its relatively simple events. It's an Anathema-centric story, which is hard enough to find, and it does a wonderful, warm, hilarious, slightly unnerving job of looking into her witchly psyche as she ponders what her life as a Professional Descendant and her occult skills have to do with her impending marriage to Newt, her relationships with her small-town neighbors, and her uneasy friendship with those two "consenting bicycle repairmen." Who wind up consenting to rather a lot. And what they teach her is both unbelievably sexy, and also just fittingly right. I have a serious fondness for erotic stories in which Crowley and Aziraphale's sexuality with each other is not just purely physical - after all, why would it be? This story alone might give you a fondness for them too. Or at the very least, for stories with bachelorette parties that turn into seances.
“You know, I wanted to – ”
“Apologize for your rude behavior the day we met,” Crowley finished for her. He could play that game too, if need be.
She paused at that, but when he looked up she was all smiles. “Maybe you should apologize too. You weren’t exactly a pussy cat yourself.”
And you would have liked that, wouldn’t you, you broomstick wielding, rodent gut reading, cycles-by-night, polytheistic, cauldron wench? He didn’t think it in a mean sort of way, actually, it was more in a fond I used to go join the circle myself in the old days and I haven’t had that much fun at a Sabbat since sort of way. “Mm. Well, you didn’t exactly catch us at the best time; Things were going on you know.”
“Mm,” she echoed. “Yes, we were all concentrating ferociously on Things. I suppose it turned out all right in the end, since the book ended up with your friend. But I thought you were both highway rapists when I got into the car.”
Crowley looked affronted. “Have you ever met a highway rapist who dresses like this?”
Something Like That