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Wei Wuxian grits his teeth, knowing he has no other choice. Not if it means Lan Zhan’s life. Besides, the Cloud Recesses has the best library and a long history of dealing with curses. It’s the most logical choice, even if he’d like to punch logic in the face right now.
“Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan asks.
He gives him a grim smile. “Looks like you’re finally getting your wish, Lan Zhan.”
Lan Zhan stares back at him, expression blank.
“I’m coming to Gusu with you.”
Or: Lan Wangji gets hit with a curse that requires Wei Wuxian to stay in close proximity at all times. Everything only gets more complicated from there.
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The Devil Built a Chapel by LyricalKris
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
14 Jan 2025
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Before he could miracle himself to his flat, a voice stopped him.
“Mr. Crowley. Oh, thank goodness,” Muriel called. They darted across the street as Crowley seriously considered making a run for it. “Please don’t go; you’re the only one who can help me.”
Something about the fear in their voice made his stomach twist and an icy finger of dread crawl down his spine. He stood stock still, frozen by the need to run and the bitter certainty that something was about to be terribly wrong.
“It’s Aziraphale,” Muriel said as they stepped up to him.
“What about him,” Crowley forced himself to ask.
“He’s not in Heaven.”
“Well, I’m sure the Supreme Archangel is very busy.”
“No, he’s not. The Supreme Archangel.”
Crowley sneered. “You mean The Metatron lied?” He scoffed. “Not so much of a shock, is it? He—“
“But that’s just it. He wasn’t. He wasn’t The Metatron at all.”
There it was. Crowley’s whole body turned to ice. “What.”
“Whomever it was, they took Aziraphale. I can’t find him.”
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"Why are you doing this?"
Aziraphale's voice is faint, his breathing uneven. Crowley doesn't lift his eyes to see the sickly look on his face, the twist of pain where only joyous smiles should ever be.
"Bandages need changing", he mumbles, eyes fixed firmly on his working hands.
"No. I meant-" He can hear as Aziraphale swallows. "Why do you care for me?"
It isn't just 'why do you take care of me'. It's 'why do you still care at all'.
Crowley has to close his eyes for a second, makes sure Aziraphale doesn't see.
"Cause you're here", he says, voice carefully detached, "and you're hurt, and you need someone. And that someone's gotta be me."
"Why?"
He won't answer that. He can't answer that.
"Don't ask stupid questions."
~oOo~
Or, the one where Heaven punishes Aziraphale the only way they know how, Crowley is there to help pick up the pieces, and maybe they can actually build something new and much more beautiful from both their broken shards. -
Ricochet by NaroMoreau
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
11 Apr 2024
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Crowley's tired of living with the pain of Aziraphale's departure and tries something extreme to forget.
But when another version of Aziraphale shows up at his doorstep, he thinks he might've... complicated things further.
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Jumping in puddles by boleyn13
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
09 Aug 2024
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Aziraphale is actually doing a great job in Heaven, but obviously cannot let go of Crowley. He has Muriel and half a legion of guardian angels keeping tabs on him to make sure he is alright.
Crowley, still feeling miserable and dejected, doesn't care much for it. Clearly Aziraphale is merely trying to soothe is bad conscience and this only serves to make the demon angrier. If the damned angel is in any way interested in Crowley's life, he can come back down, so Crowley can tell him to leave again.
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A story about the idea of Aziraphale trying his very best to make Crowley less miserable while remaining in heaven and having no qualms about abusing his powers as Supreme Archangel to do so.
It does get a bit tricky though when he'd like to scare away people who appreciate Crowley and his wonderful self a little bit too much. An angel can't just turn potential suitors into pillars of salt. Can he?