Nov 22, 2022
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The Promises We Keep - part 1 (Good Omens fic)
"Crowley. It'zzz been a while," Beelzebub greeted him coldly, their s's disappearing under the sound of flies buzzing in a maddened swarm around their head.
"Not long enough," Crowley muttered, trying to shake off the huge demons holding him down with a hand on either shoulder.
"I'm here because we've a job for you."
Crowley stared at Beelzebub in incredulity, snake eyes slowly blinking behind his glasses. "A job," he repeated. "Right then, seems we didn't make it as clear as I thought: I don't work for you anymore. A whole army of demons in Hell, you can find one of them to do your tempting."
Beelzebub narrowed their eyes and looked towards their bruiser with a short nod. This time Crowley was ready for the blow, for all the good that did, as he still found himself hunched over nearly with his forehead to the floor as he tried to catch his breath. While he was wheezing and gasping, Beelzebub leaned forward even more to catch Crowley's chin and force his head up to meet their eyes.
"Hastur was hoping you would say that."
Shit. Crowley immediately twisted this way and that, trying to look over his shoulder to see what dark corner Hastur might be lurking in.
But Beelzebub was holding a cellphone now. "Ah, Hastur," they buzzed a second later, eyes still fixed on Crowley with gleeful menace. "As expected, Crowley has decided to be uncooperative... Take the angel." Read on AO3 Read on ff.net
Had a rotten night, painsomnia yanking me awake every time I started to drift. Unusually, Tristan stuck with me through the fidgeting, pressing his soft little cheek into my cheek and breathing slowly every time I twitched awake. Sweet boy. I didn't really sleep, but it was more relaxing than it would have been. Thank you, buddy.
(Sesoo) Softly, Gently
Kyungsoo takes care of his pack and that includes an injured Sehun who shows up at his door in the middle of the night.
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