Tumbling Like Alice

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Terry wrote to me and he said  ”You have to do this ”- he began this email, I went back and looked at it the other day -  ”I know how busy you are, but you are the only person who has the same understanding of and passion for the old girl that I do, so you got to do it ‘cause I want to see it.” And I said yes. And very shortly after, Terry died. So now he couldn’t see it.

So I had to make the thing that he wanted, which meant it became kind of a mad passion project. The things that if it was a me-project I would’ve given away on, things I wouldn’t have held the line on like some kind of a mad-eyed prophet.

Suddenly I’m going ”No, you cannot take this out. This is going to be in there. Because Terry wrote that scene and he would have wanted to see it, so it’s in there.” And they’re like ”Oh, but do you know how much money we could save if you don’t actually see Agnes Nutter being blown up and arrested and dragged to the stake, we got this idea,” said an early bunch of producers who later left, ”that we could have woodcuts and the narrator explaining what happened. Isn’t that just as good?”

And I sort of mentally run that by the ghostly Terry Pratchett in the back of my head, it’s like: ”Terry, is that just as good?” And he’s like: ”Fuck ‘em.”

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Tag, You’re it - Aziraphale/Crowley (preview)

Warning: horror, REC!AU, OC character

I’ve been writing this fic for the past three days and decided I will post the whole thing instead of doing chapters, but because of the theme, I am kind of curious if people will even like it, so here’s short piece from it.

A sudden roar echoed through the building. All three of them leaned over the railing and saw a rather large group of red eyes staring right back at them.

„Fuck,“ Crowley growled.

Inhuman screams filled the building as the possessed ran towards them. Clara frantically kicked at the apartment door next to them while Aziraphale and Crowley looked at each other in silence.

„Stop standing there and fucking help me!“ Clara shouted hysterically, throwing herself bodily against the jammed door as it refused to budge.”Open, GODDAMN IT!”

Her effort fell on deaf ears as both men seemed to have whole different plans, Crowley reached his hand out to Aziraphale and pulled close.

Their lips met in nothing more than a brief press of skin.

Clara ceased in her efforts to break the door down and stared at them with unshed tears in her eyes.

„It’s up there.“ Crowley said with a grim expression, looking to the top floor.

„I know.“ Aziraphale nodded, eyes fixed on his demon, their fingers brushing until they entwine in a loose hold.

„You have to take her with you, it’s going to get hot real quick.“ Crowley warned.

„What is he going to do?“ Clara approached them, puzzled.

“Something really stupid,” Aziraphale smiled sadly at Crowley, the demon gave an awkward laugh as Aziraphale leaned in once again to give him a quick peck on the cheek and pulled away. Then he grabbed the young reported by the arm and dragged her towards the stairs.

„I’ll follow as soon as I can.“ Crowley called out after them.

„Do your worst, dear.“ Aziraphale shouted from above.

“Oh yeah, my favourite activity,” Crowley laughed bitterly and moved in front of the lower staircase, the screams getting closer and closer. „So bloody dark, what is it they say up there again?“ he muttered sobering up and reached for his sunglasses, taking them off.”Ah yes,”

A figure emerged from the darkness of the staircase.

“Let there be light.“ Crowley snapped his fingers.

And the first person to reach him burst into flames, his body falling backwards and on top of the undead behind him, the screams rapidly shifting into high pitched screeching as the demon’s already damaged vessels burned to crisp.

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