Hound_of_Heaven



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    "Could be anything," Crowley explained. Anything at all, say the word, nothing off limits from my end. Stupid. "And the way it works, you'd have the chance to say no. It's not that I force anyone into doing things. Just make it more appealing s'all. So. What do you want, Aziraphale?"
    "I want—" The apple, the whole damn Garden. He flapped his hands uselessly in the air. "I want..." You. I want to be free. "Well. Perhaps a nap." His voice was nothing more than a whisper.

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    "They'll leave us alone. For a bit."

    One year after the Apocalypse-That-Wasn't, Crowley and Aziraphale have settled into a new routine: keeping an eye on supernatural happenings in the world and preventing Heaven or Hell from interfering too much with humanity. It's not a bad job - despite occasional rains of fish - and if there are some unspoken things they really ought to talk about, well, they have all the time in the world now to get around to that, right?

    At least, until the Archangel Raphael turns up on their doorstep looking for help... and it starts to become clear that the world is changing fast, and so are they.

    Or: Crowley and Aziraphale start a detective agency. Shenanigans ensue. Slowburn continues. Apparently, there is plot. I have some thoughts about Heaven, Hell, and humanism. There will be stupid jokes and a healthy sprinkling of angst.

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    "Look, the whole of London's cracking up," she told him. "I'm finding it hard enough to work as it is without my commute being screwed up by the buses going on strike, and half my books turning into birds. That angel is wrecking everything, but in particular, my life - and you're too busy hating yourself to open your eyes and deal with it. I'm telling you, it has to stop." 

         "Is that all still happening?" Crowley said vaguely. "But I found him."

         "Oh my God, you can tell you don't commute," Anathema said. "The buses went on strike, Mr. Crowley."

         "That's perfectly normal for London. You'll learn."

          "You're not listening! Not the drivers, the buses. They're organising - meeting in secret, holding little candlelight vigils. Nobody else really knows what's going on - everyone's just assuming it's, like, general TfL incompetence or something - but it's only a matter of time. So what are you going to do about it?"

        "Er... have they submitted a list of their demands?" Crowley said helplessly.

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