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The Holidays are Hell by AbstractConcept (PG-13)
I've had a fabulous time showcasing GO fics this month. One final story to finish off the month, then the Bentley goes back in the garage for a little while - let's not make it too long, though, okay? Small fandoms need volunteers too. Thanks for reading; hope you enjoyed the stories!
Fandom: GOOD OMENS
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Length: ~ 4500 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
the_con_cept
Author Website: AbstractFics on Insane Journal
Why this must be read: Anyone who's ever had to endure an office Christmas party with a bunch of people they don't really know and don't really like knows they're Hell. Apparently, we have Crowley to thank for that special holiday tradition - he takes credit for inventing the office party. He even wrote a handbook for it. So, how poetically just when Hell decides to have a party and follow the handbook to the letter - of course, Crowley doesn't want to show up alone, so naturally it seems like a good idea to take an angel with him. To Hell's holiday party. What could possibly go wrong?
“This isn’t going to work, Crowley!” Aziraphale was insisting, adjusting the suit Crowley had insisted he wear. It was silvery-grey, and cut for his slim frame, and far too showy, in the angel’s humble opinion.
“Sure it will!” Crowley replied with something like a leer. “What could possibly go wrong?”
“Well,” Aziraphale responded after thinking it over for a moment. “Do you want that alphabetically, in order of importance, or just the highlights?”
Crowley shook his head. “Just stop it, would you? You’re the one who keeps saying how ‘nice’ it’ll be, and how it’ll be ‘good’ for everyone. Don’t be a such big blessed hypocrite about it!”
“I’m not being a hypocrite, I just—I just—wasn’t invited, that’s all! Plus, I don’t understand how we’re going to sneak me into Hell, of all places. I can’t just stroll in, you know.”
"You were invited! Says right on the envelope: Agent Crowley and Guest. And I can sneak you in, no problem.” He rummaged round in his pocket a moment and pulled out a small cedar box, and held it aloft triumphantly.
“Crowley!” the angel exclaimed in tones of irritation. “You are not going to stuff me in a box and carry me about in your pocket.”
“Oh, come on! It’s cedar; that’ll shield you until I can get you inside, and by then we should be scot-free. Everyone looks the same in that awful, red-flickering lighting. It’s a snap.
Read the story:
The Holidays are Hell - Part 1
The Holidays are Hell - Part 2
Don't forget to feedback the author - it doesn't matter how old or new the story is. Authors love to hear from you!
Fandom: GOOD OMENS
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Length: ~ 4500 words
Author on LJ:
the_con_ceptAuthor Website: AbstractFics on Insane Journal
Why this must be read: Anyone who's ever had to endure an office Christmas party with a bunch of people they don't really know and don't really like knows they're Hell. Apparently, we have Crowley to thank for that special holiday tradition - he takes credit for inventing the office party. He even wrote a handbook for it. So, how poetically just when Hell decides to have a party and follow the handbook to the letter - of course, Crowley doesn't want to show up alone, so naturally it seems like a good idea to take an angel with him. To Hell's holiday party. What could possibly go wrong?
“This isn’t going to work, Crowley!” Aziraphale was insisting, adjusting the suit Crowley had insisted he wear. It was silvery-grey, and cut for his slim frame, and far too showy, in the angel’s humble opinion.
“Sure it will!” Crowley replied with something like a leer. “What could possibly go wrong?”
“Well,” Aziraphale responded after thinking it over for a moment. “Do you want that alphabetically, in order of importance, or just the highlights?”
Crowley shook his head. “Just stop it, would you? You’re the one who keeps saying how ‘nice’ it’ll be, and how it’ll be ‘good’ for everyone. Don’t be a such big blessed hypocrite about it!”
“I’m not being a hypocrite, I just—I just—wasn’t invited, that’s all! Plus, I don’t understand how we’re going to sneak me into Hell, of all places. I can’t just stroll in, you know.”
"You were invited! Says right on the envelope: Agent Crowley and Guest. And I can sneak you in, no problem.” He rummaged round in his pocket a moment and pulled out a small cedar box, and held it aloft triumphantly.
“Crowley!” the angel exclaimed in tones of irritation. “You are not going to stuff me in a box and carry me about in your pocket.”
“Oh, come on! It’s cedar; that’ll shield you until I can get you inside, and by then we should be scot-free. Everyone looks the same in that awful, red-flickering lighting. It’s a snap.
Read the story:
The Holidays are Hell - Part 1
The Holidays are Hell - Part 2
Don't forget to feedback the author - it doesn't matter how old or new the story is. Authors love to hear from you!
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