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“I can heal you,” Aziraphale spits out, desperate and anxious. “I can–”
“No,” Crowley cuts him off, leaning forward over his knees with a grimace, elbows resting against his thighs as he properly looks at Aziraphale for the first time all evening. “You want to try and explain that to–” Crowley trails off, one long and spindly finger– still at just the wrong angle, bent sideways at the knuckle but slowly straightening as Aziraphale watches, his stomach turning– pointing upwards. “And even so, I have no desire to deal with downstairs if they catch wind of it.” With a recalcitrant shake of his head and another bitter breath of humorless laughter, his gaze returns to his glass. “It’s not worth the risk, angel,” he sighs as he brings it to his lips, draining the remnants in one go.
You are, Aziraphale longs to say. You are worth everything. He keeps his cowardly tongue tucked carefully behind his teeth, too afraid of what it might mean to speak the words aloud. He hates himself for it.
Sometime between losing the antichrist and the end of the world, Hell decided to enact some repercussions. Aziraphale picks up the pieces. Takes place during S1, no spoilers for S2.
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15 Jun 2026
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He laid there awkwardly, half upright on his elbow and a question already forming on his lips when he felt Aziraphale’s hand come to rest against the side of his head. He was too stunned to resist the gentle pressure that guided his head down, the angle forcing him to relax his arms and lay flat against the couch as his head came to rest against the angel’s thigh.
“There now,” Aziraphale murmured softly above him, never removing his hand from Crowley’s head. “That’s better, wouldn’t you say? Actually–” The angel shifted minutely and Crowley braced his limbs to push upright-but Aziraphale hushed him gently, applying a touch more pressure against his skull. “No no, dear boy, you stay right where you are… lift your head just a touch, if you would?”
Crowley did as he was told, rolling his head upwards and resting his weight on his shoulder just long enough for Aziraphale to slide a pillow under his ear and guide him carefully back down.
He lay there for several minutes, feeling every inch of tension in his frame as he waited for it to stop, for Aziraphale to tell him to get up, to become tired of this, and of his neediness, his selfishness… but he didn’t.
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15 Jun 2026
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After stopping Armageddon, Crowley takes a “brief” nap that turns into several days. On waking fully, he’s dismayed to realize that he’s still just as exhausted. Can Aziraphale help him feel better?
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03 Jun 2026
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One of Crowley's "therapy" sessions of yelling at plants escalates into a panic attack, and Aziraphale realizes that his demon has been hiding his struggles. Aziraphale wants to help with both the immediate breakdown and Crowley's severely elevated stress levels, but will Crowley let him?
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01 Jun 2026
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Aziraphale vs. The Great Fire of London by charliebrown1234
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
30 Jul 2019
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It is 1666, and London’s been burning for over two days. Crowley knows because he’s received a commendation for the blaze and had quickly popped over to see what he was receiving credit for.
When he arrives in London, he discovers Aziraphale defending St. Paul's Cathedral from the fire. However, a mishap forces Aziraphale and Crowley to flee the flames, and Aziraphale becomes grievously injured in the process.
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30 May 2026