Perfect Good Omens snow fic: Midwinter Spring by CopperBeech
https://archiveofourown.org/works/28243977
In a hard and disorienting year, fic has been a salvation. Today brought many beauties, and much balm to the heart.
Midwinter Spring (2839 words) is a perfect fic. It’s snowed on London, and Crowley comes to the bookshop to challenge Aziraphale to a snowball fight. It becomes a rowdy epic snow battle, the only way they could ever fight each other, and both of them cheat and both of them win but Crowley claims a prize that changes everything.
Aziraphale calls Crowley “utter menace,” “sirrah,” “varlet,” “absolute marauder” and “you ridiculous thing,” and I am here for that.
Joy, laughter (so much laughter), play, banter, beauty, love, hope, confession, teasing, romance, second chances, and "the frolic architecture of the snow." Thank you, Copper. Happy Christmas.
samples:
"Crowley’s grin was huge, Crowley’s hair was a flying cloud of red sulphur in the squint-bright sunlight, Crowley’s cheeks were wind-chapped pink under his glinting sunglasses. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his woollen pea coat, but his collar was open." <strong>I want to see this filmed. SO vivid.</strong>
and
“Yield. I have the advantage.” Crowley, pink and panting, looked positively boyish, eyes glinting like Baltic amber over his half-dislodged sunglasses. Snow-spangled, soaked hair stuck to his forehead.
“We are tied, shot for shot. And I see no reason why this contest should devolve into an inelegant grapple. Let me rise peaceably and I will forbear to retaliate. You know an angel cannot lie.”
“Nah, just fib a little – “
“I do not fib – “
“’I must’ve mislaid it’ – “ Of course he'd been listening, the scapegrace.
Do please reblog, because this fic does better than clear up your skin and water your crops--it heats up your cocoa and puts a smile in your heart
