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everybodyrec2Author: icarus_chained
Title: Wheel'n'Deal
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Dresden Files, Good Omens
Characters/Pairings: Harry Dresden, Crowley, random cultists. Background Aziraphale/Crowley
Summary: I was having a bad day. The kind that starts with a baseball bat to the head, and ends with a really smug demon helping you out of a circle
Warnings/Notes: Set somewhere around Death Masks for DF, I think. Post book for GO
Preview:
"You're Harry Dresden, right?" the demon snapped. Testily. Still blinking a bit, I nodded. And regretted it. "The wizard, making a big name for himself, went toe-to-toe with that bunch of nutters under Nicodemus, regularly consorts with the Knights of the Cross, possibly drew the attention of the sneakiest archangel in the spheres? That Harry Dresden? Why the fuck would I draw that kind of attention to myself?"
I stared at him for a second, nonplussed. Well, when you put it like that ...
"Right now, I do not want to be on the same continent as you," the demon went on. Warming to his subject a bit. "Let alone do something so monumentally stupid as kill you. Even if you are currently concussed and trussed up like a turkey, and probably not that much of a challenge."
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Title: Wheel'n'Deal
Rating: PG-13
Fandoms: Dresden Files, Good Omens
Characters/Pairings: Harry Dresden, Crowley, random cultists. Background Aziraphale/Crowley
Summary: I was having a bad day. The kind that starts with a baseball bat to the head, and ends with a really smug demon helping you out of a circle
Warnings/Notes: Set somewhere around Death Masks for DF, I think. Post book for GO
Preview:
"You're Harry Dresden, right?" the demon snapped. Testily. Still blinking a bit, I nodded. And regretted it. "The wizard, making a big name for himself, went toe-to-toe with that bunch of nutters under Nicodemus, regularly consorts with the Knights of the Cross, possibly drew the attention of the sneakiest archangel in the spheres? That Harry Dresden? Why the fuck would I draw that kind of attention to myself?"
I stared at him for a second, nonplussed. Well, when you put it like that ...
"Right now, I do not want to be on the same continent as you," the demon went on. Warming to his subject a bit. "Let alone do something so monumentally stupid as kill you. Even if you are currently concussed and trussed up like a turkey, and probably not that much of a challenge."
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