seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Sweden
seen from South Korea
seen from Belgium
seen from China
seen from Romania
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Russia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
Thistle and Stone
Chapter 11: Pressure - Hermione Granger / Pansy Parkinson
“I can literally feel you distancing yourself,” Hermione laughed in disbelief. “Why did you close yourself off to me? What are you so afraid of?”
“Gods, is that what Theo told you? That I’m scared?” A flicker of anger crossed Pansy’s face and Hermione pushed her chin out, indignant.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 13/16 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale/OMC Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Anathema Device Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Amnesia, Pining, Slow Burn, I really do mean Slow Burn, If you're lucky you may get a Hand Touch at the end, Snake!Crowley - Freeform, London aggressively ships Aziraphale/Crowley, Crowley is not gracefully succumbing to the Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, Human Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale has amnesia, and a Toxic Relationship (TM), Prophecy!, Statues come to life!, Mysteries to solve!, A subplot with Clues!, COME for the promise of saving Aziraphale, STAY for Crowley's horrid stumble towards admitting to having more than one Feeling, MARVEL at how useless they are, there's a lot to unpack here., there is a content warning for, Dubious Consent, which is not explicit and is condemned by the narrative, you will have the option of skipping the scene without losing any plot., I know a lot of you thirsty bastards are just here for the smut and GODSPEED TO YOU, you have 6000 fics to address your needs, this one is meant to feel like the book but WORSE, there will certainly be a happy ending, expressed perhaps with a CHASTE AND LONGING KISS Summary:
"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.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
You're okay, you're going to be okay. He desperately tried and failed to reason with himself. He knew if he wanted to be able to breathe he'd have to calm down. But he was failing to do so and beginning to hyperventilate. If he continued on like this he knew he'd pass out soon, which was something he was horribly frightened of. He'd rather be awake and aware of his horrible fate then unknowing and at the mercy of the night.
uG h
