Good Omens Fic - Nightmares
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mad_madam_mTitle: Nightmares
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Word count: 1730
Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley
Rating: T
Excerpt:
Crowley should've expected nightmares.
To be fair, he's been much more concerned with whether their respective sides will actually leave them alone than with any potential psychological ramifications of their executions, so it probably shouldn't be entirely surprising that the first one catches him...well, by surprise.
He's napping on the couch in the bookshop and wakes with a start, jerking hard enough that he almost topples right to the floor. His heart is racing, every sense on high alert, and it takes him a few moments to sort out that there isn't anything to fear in the bookshop in the middle of a Wednesday afternoon.
"Crowley, dear?" Aziraphale stands up from his desk and comes over. "Are you all right?"
Crowley sniffs, tastes the air, trying to see what it is that has him so on edge, what must've crept into his subconscious while he was asleep, but there's nothing out of the ordinary. "Er, yeah. Fine."
Aziraphale frowns, but he doesn't press. "Shall we get some lunch?"
Crowley's not really hungry, but the idea of lunch with Aziraphale appeals even more than it usually does. "Sure. Sushi?"
Aziraphale's eyes light up at the prospect, and Crowley forgets what was bothering him so much.
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Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Word count: 1730
Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley
Rating: T
Excerpt:
Crowley should've expected nightmares.
To be fair, he's been much more concerned with whether their respective sides will actually leave them alone than with any potential psychological ramifications of their executions, so it probably shouldn't be entirely surprising that the first one catches him...well, by surprise.
He's napping on the couch in the bookshop and wakes with a start, jerking hard enough that he almost topples right to the floor. His heart is racing, every sense on high alert, and it takes him a few moments to sort out that there isn't anything to fear in the bookshop in the middle of a Wednesday afternoon.
"Crowley, dear?" Aziraphale stands up from his desk and comes over. "Are you all right?"
Crowley sniffs, tastes the air, trying to see what it is that has him so on edge, what must've crept into his subconscious while he was asleep, but there's nothing out of the ordinary. "Er, yeah. Fine."
Aziraphale frowns, but he doesn't press. "Shall we get some lunch?"
Crowley's not really hungry, but the idea of lunch with Aziraphale appeals even more than it usually does. "Sure. Sushi?"
Aziraphale's eyes light up at the prospect, and Crowley forgets what was bothering him so much.
Read it on AO3!
