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07 November 2011 @ 08:47 am
Reclist: Good Omens (Crowley/Aziraphale)  
Seeing as I have been destroyed by the flu I've decided to start off [info]pod_aware with a rec list for one of my oldest and still well loved fandoms.

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Living Arrangements by Afrai
"I'm human," said Aziraphale.
-- like the absence of something so familiar it had gone unnoticed for six thousand years.
For the second time that morning, Crowley said:

A Precise and Accurate History of Monday, Eleven Years Later by Giddy Geek
"Just get in the car, angel," he hissed. "Or your books get it."
"If you feel that strongly about it, I suppose I could join you for a meal."

Salvation by Afrai
He wasn't going to get that. He'd had vague thoughts of defecting, of rebelling, of charging the gates of Heaven and demanding an answer, but he was pretty sure this course would only end in death by reckless stupidity. No.
It took him some time to realise he was falling apart.

Twofish by a demon of my word
Crowley had purchased the white and pink creature on a whim, sensing adeadly pissed-off little bugger. He'd put it into a bowl with the bug-eyed goldfish he'd bought because it looked like Aziraphale, innocent and well-read. It was a boring, good-natured, bookish creature he figured the angel could give a boring, good-natured, bookish home. When he returned to the bowl after a good half-hour of floral intimidation, Aziraphale's fish had been reduced to a single floating bug-eye and some rather interesting entrails. Crowley was suprised and delighted that he, seemingly by chance, had acquired an aquatic psychopath.

The death of Anthony J Crowley by [info]acetonitrile
It is remarkably hard to kill a demon.

Constant by [info]jane_potter
It's 1832, and Aziraphale murmurs into Crowley's ear, "Won't you take those off, Crowley?"

Future Imperfect by [info]jane_potter
On the first day of the rest of their lives, Crowley and Aziraphale have tea at the Ritz. Crowley's car gleams in the newborn sun, and
Aziraphale's bookshop is quite as dusty, ungleaming and wonderful as it ever was, with nothing to say that either was ever anything else except for the ash on a ruined suit in the back of Crowley's closet.
On the second day, the demons show up.

a better place, by [info]irisbleufic
Once, in the world, there was a cottage.

should old acquaintance be forgot, by [info]xylodemon
Resolution #1: I must accept that Super-Gluing valuable coins to the sidewalk and then watching events from a nearby café is not proper demonic activity.