Of Kings and Kids - Chapter 5
@gaiaseyes451 and I present the last (but maybe not final…) Chapter of our Christmas story! Thanks for coming along for the ride and all your lovely comments!
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“Herod has gone mad!” His voice was barely choking back panic. Azirphale went to touch his arm but Crowley shrugged him off, settling into his anxious pacing. “He knows the magi left without returning to him. He has no idea where the child is at this point and he fears for his throne.”
Aziraphale used his most soothing voice, “but you said it yourself, he doesn’t know where the child is. The plan worked, the baby is safe, he’s unidentified.”
Crowley stopped in his tracks and looked at the angel in disbelief. “Ah, of course. Why didn’t I think of that?” His tone shifted toward mocking, “‘I’m an egomaniac who has lost the infant I believe is an immediate and insurmountable threat to my throne. Oh well! Should be fine! I’ll just go eat some grape leaves and figs and continue with the hedonistic orgy some undiscovered demon has been tempting and miracling me into for the last five days!’” He was properly shouting now, not at Aziraphale but at the world at large. “That’s not what’s happening, Angel!”
With that Crowley sank down to his knees. The goats stayed away from him, skittish from his outburst, except for Jemimah who approached and nibbled his hair. He threw his arms around her and pulled her into his lap.
Aziraphale kneeled beside him in the grass. “Then tell me what is happening.”
Crowley shook his head and buried his face in his arms. “Angel, you don’t want to know.”
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CHRISTMAS FIC RECS: Below you can find a quick list of all the Good Omens Christmas fics I’ve read this year so far.
I thought some of you might want to indulge in some cosy reading as well!
You can request more fic recs here.
O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree How Terrified Your Branches by Supergeek21 (1.2k, G)
As their first Christmas in their cottage approaches Aziraphale asks Crowley if he wants to get a proper Christmas tree. He's surprised to learn the demon already has one.
Christmas Angels by TawnyOwl95 (1.8k, T)
It’s starting to look a lot like Christmas in London and that means there are lots of angels about. Aziraphale does not handle this well.
A half-penny will do by penny_archer (2k, G)
It’s Christmas in Victorian England and Crowley is trying not-very-hard to hide the fact that he’s been giving pickpocketing lessons to the disenfranchised youth of London. Oh, and he has a cute gift for Aziraphale that’s totally not a big deal.
The Nice List by GaryOldman (2k, T)
When watching Christmas movies with Anathema, Crowley can't work out why no one else seems to believe in Santa when he's been receiving gifts for years.
A Christmas Miracle by Santillatron (3k, M)
Crowley gets irritated at couples kissing under a holly arch. One thing leads to another, and a sprig of mistletoe makes a timely appearance.
Well, it's bad luck not to, isn't it?
Taking the Cake by Caedmon (3K, T)
Aziraphale has noticed his handsome neighbor, but hasn't had an excuse (or the nerve) to talk to him. He gets his chance, though, when a bakery delivers a package to the wrong door a few days before Christmas and his neighbor comes knocking.
And All Was For An Apple by Lindewen (3k, T)
The second winter after the Apocalypse didn't happen, Crowley and Aziraphale are out for some sightseeing and Christmas shopping along the south coast, simply because they can. But Crowley also has a secret errand to run--and, as it turns out, he can't always balance very well in his human form...
All The Lights That Light The Way by FeralTuxedo (8k, E)
On the run from a disastrous work Christmas party, Anthony Crowley encounters an angel singing in the streets of Soho.
Of Love and Lattes by edna_blackadder (9k, G)
A.J. Crowley, part time barista at Madame Tracy's Coffee Shoppe, only wants one thing for Christmas, which is to get through the joyous season without his head exploding. His coworkers are already not helping, and then the proprietor of the bookshop across the street develops an unfortunate addiction to seasonal espresso beverages.
Secret Santa by AppleSeeds (18k, T)
On the advice of his therapist, Crowley signs up to be a 'Secret Santa', an anonymous gift-giver for a community initiative aiming to bring some Christmas joy into the lives of people going through a hard time. He's partnered with Aziraphale, a librarian who has lost his home and bookshop in a fire. Through the power of Christmas Magic, Crowley ends up meeting Aziraphale in person when he takes his nephew to the library and is immediately smitten. He becomes determined to use his expertise and influence to give Aziraphale the only Christmas present that could really make a difference, but are some things too important to be kept secret?
muddle through somehow by curtaincall (27k, T)
Aziraphale Fell runs a successful food blog, Celestial Comestibles, where he shares mouthwatering recipes and heartwarming stories about his happy domestic life in a cottage with his husband and son. As promotion for his upcoming cookbook, his publishers run a contest: one lucky winner will get to spend Christmas with Aziraphale and his family.
What the publishers don't know is that the real Aziraphale Fell is a single city-dweller. And if he wants to keep up his happily married persona, he'll have to acquire a cottage, husband, and son before Christmas.
As it happens, his friend and neighbor Anthony Crowley has his nephew staying with him for the holidays. One fake marriage proposal later, and everything seems tickety-boo--as long as Aziraphale can keep from developing inconveniently real feelings for his pretend husband...
First Class (Hons) Christmas, University of Tadfield. by heloluv (41k, M)
Dr. A.Z. Fell is a renowned literature tutor at the prestigious University of Tadfield. December is upon the University, and Dr. Fell is leading the Christmas Charity Drive. He needs volunteers.
Dr. A.J. Crowley is a skilled plant ecologist who recently began his tenure at UoT. He can't stand Christmas, and nothing at all could ever possibly convince him to partake in "festivities". Until a certain literary expert catches his eye.
A Christmas and New Years fic, in which Aziraphale teaches Crowley how to enjoy the most wonderful time of the year.
bonus: The Christmas fic I wrote this year
The Anon Before Christmas by foolishlovers (58k, M)
When Crowley’s friend, blogging buddy and business partner Anathema announces her annual Secret Santa Exchange on Tumblr, she is very adamant Crowley should join this year.
The old-fashioned (but admittedly compassionate) man he gets assigned to send anonymous messages to every day until Christmas sounds awfully similar to the fussy bookseller that his friends adore, yet Crowley tries to avoid at all costs.
But surely his friends would have mentioned if Aziraphale had taken an interest in the Bad Omens fandom as well… right?
Or: An Enemies to Lovers Secret Santa Tumblr AU.
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Of Kings and Kids - Chapter 3!
Excited to announce that Chapter 3 of @vavoom-sorted-art and my Good Omens Christmas collaboration is now live on AO3! Thanks for all the follows, subscriptions, comments and kudos on the first two chapters! Happy Holidays!
An Excerpt from Chapter 3 - Continue Reading on AO3:
Clear as a trumpet across the countryside, the piercing cry of a newborn baby rang through the night.
Crowley smiled, “that’ll be your newborn King, I expect.”
Aziraphale closed his eyes and exhaled, “yes, I suspect you're correct.”
“I should be going, have a feeling your work is just beginning.” Crowley squeezed Aziraphale’s hand once more and, carefully dislodging Jemimah, stood to begin his way down the hill.
Aziraphale watched him go. “Good night, Crowley,” he called down the hillside.
Crowley stopped and looked over his shoulder, Aziraphale could hear the smile in his voice even though he could not see it. “See you tomorrow, angel.” He said, then replaced his glasses and began the walk back to Jerusalem.
Aziraphale was sitting on the boulder watching the flock at rest when a blinding light appeared a few meters in front of him. He shielded his eyes from the radiance as a glowing figure emerged, arms lifted upwards in exultation.
“I say unto you,” boomed a voice from the light. “Today in the town of David a Savior has been born; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find the baby wrapped in a linen blanket in room seven of the Starlit Stays Lodge.”
Aziraphale bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. When he was quite sure he had mastered his face he responded as neutrally as possible. “Hello, Gabriel.”
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A special thanks to @goodomensafterdark for supporting this collaboration and a warm thanks to @sohoscribblers!
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