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coprime_recs) wrote2004-07-11 05:35 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2004-07-11 05:35 pm
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Good Omens: TwoFish by Grindylowe
Twofish (Crowley/Aziraphale | PG13 | 6,620 words) has Crowley buying pet fish for himself and Aziraphale. Then he and Aziraphale get really, really drunk. The conversation at the beginning is lots of fun. I like how the sex is handled because it doesn't make sense for an angel and a demon to engage in human sex. In this story, they don't, and the alternative is so much better.
Excerpt:
"What's this? Fish?" Aziraphale asked, sitting on the couch, which creaked and sighed orgasmically in the way only an very expensive leather couch can. "What drove you to fish?"
"Shh-shh," he said. "Watch." The Great White Bastard, Jaws of Steaming Hot Death, Tour Guide of the River Styx, Gilled Terror, and Your Ass Between My Teeth floated, completely still, next to the little plastic argonaut stepping out of the little plastic sunken ship, next to the assorted Homies, and the figurines of Slimer and Egon from a "Ghostbusters" Happy Meal which had lived in the pencil drawer of Crowley's desk for eighteen years.
The goldfish bobbled about the surface, swimming back and forth, poking about excitedly; the betta was apparently asleep.
"They're lovely," Aziraphale said carefully. "How long have you been...watching them?" He asked in a tone that questioned Crowley's health.
"Dammit! What's wrong with the bloody bugger?" Crowley snapped, slapping the side of the bowl. "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Kill?"
"The white one's a fighting fish. From Japan. He usually beats your fish silly. Great fun."
"My fish?"
Excerpt:
"What's this? Fish?" Aziraphale asked, sitting on the couch, which creaked and sighed orgasmically in the way only an very expensive leather couch can. "What drove you to fish?"
"Shh-shh," he said. "Watch." The Great White Bastard, Jaws of Steaming Hot Death, Tour Guide of the River Styx, Gilled Terror, and Your Ass Between My Teeth floated, completely still, next to the little plastic argonaut stepping out of the little plastic sunken ship, next to the assorted Homies, and the figurines of Slimer and Egon from a "Ghostbusters" Happy Meal which had lived in the pencil drawer of Crowley's desk for eighteen years.
The goldfish bobbled about the surface, swimming back and forth, poking about excitedly; the betta was apparently asleep.
"They're lovely," Aziraphale said carefully. "How long have you been...watching them?" He asked in a tone that questioned Crowley's health.
"Dammit! What's wrong with the bloody bugger?" Crowley snapped, slapping the side of the bowl. "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Kill?"
"The white one's a fighting fish. From Japan. He usually beats your fish silly. Great fun."
"My fish?"