Good Omens fic: Thou Knowest Us Happy

I can't believe I am actually posting this. It has literally taken over my whole life for... three weeks? Four weeks? (I have neglected my flist shamefully, apologies.)


Dedication: Owls, THIS IS FOR YOU. ♥


Summary: ‘Not going to war because they're still in bed at two in the afternoon, with the sheets coiled about their knees, lying there, smoking a Gauloises inside a Gitanes, and sweating Nice Sancerre.’ (x)

Or: Heaven goes to check on their errant angel. They do not like what they find. Also contains the complexities of an evolving relationship, nice helpings of poetry and 14th century angst.


Setting: About 4 years post-Armageddon that wasn't. (2 years post-the events of the deft, sweet gesture of your hand )
Pairings: Crowley/Aziraphale
Rating: Teen
Wordcount: 11,515 words
Tags: #ineffable husbands, #Established relationship, #unexpected Gabriel character study, #Crowley introspection, #Aziraphale introspection, #the author's Catholic background is showing, #I accidentally some theology?, #Julian of Norwich, #T.S.Eliot, #Madonna, #Milton, #Wings of Desire, #Musings on the nature of love, #Confession is good for the soul, #14th century angst, #Dark night of the soul, #Extensive bracket abuse



NOTES: Written as a homage to/AU continuation of the deft, sweet gesture of your hand by deadgreeks. (If you haven't already - GO READ IT NOW.) My fic is held out, with hope and trembling, like an (unasked-for) addition to an already existing (and quite perfect) scarf — the skeins don’t quite match, and I have changed the pattern up some, but it was made with love.

Also endless thanks to promethia_tenk, my beta Bitch Editor From Hell, who interrogated my writing on a level hitherto unknown to me.

ETA: And then she made the most wonderful rec and I am all verklempt.

(World’s Longest Notes to follow at the end)

Also on AO3


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Good Omens fic: Thou Knowest Us Happy

I can't believe I am actually posting this. It has literally taken over my whole life for... three weeks? Four weeks? (I have neglected my flist shamefully, apologies.)


Dedication: Owls, THIS IS FOR YOU. ♥


Summary: ‘Not going to war because they're still in bed at two in the afternoon, with the sheets coiled about their knees, lying there, smoking a Gauloises inside a Gitanes, and sweating Nice Sancerre.’ (x)

Or: Heaven goes to check on their errant angel. They do not like what they find. Also contains the complexities of an evolving relationship, nice helpings of poetry and 14th century angst.


Setting: About 4 years post-Armageddon that wasn't. (2 years post-the events of the deft, sweet gesture of your hand )
Pairings: Crowley/Aziraphale
Rating: Teen
Wordcount: 11,515 words
Tags: #ineffable husbands, #Established relationship, #unexpected Gabriel character study, #Crowley introspection, #Aziraphale introspection, #the author's Catholic background is showing, #I accidentally some theology?, #Julian of Norwich, #T.S.Eliot, #Madonna, #Milton, #Wings of Desire, #Musings on the nature of love, #Confession is good for the soul, #14th century angst, #Dark night of the soul, #Extensive bracket abuse



NOTES: Written as a homage to/AU continuation of the deft, sweet gesture of your hand by deadgreeks. (If you haven't already - GO READ IT NOW.) My fic is held out, with hope and trembling, like an (unasked-for) addition to an already existing (and quite perfect) scarf — the skeins don’t quite match, and I have changed the pattern up some, but it was made with love.

Also endless thanks to promethia_tenk, my beta Bitch Editor From Hell, who interrogated my writing on a level hitherto unknown to me.

ETA: And then she made the most wonderful rec and I am all verklempt.

(World’s Longest Notes to follow at the end)


(Thou Knowest Us Happy) <- please follow the fake cut

Also on AO3.

Further notes on Thou Knowest Us Happy/the deft, sweet gesture of your hand

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