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1. And Grace Shall Lead Us Home by PinkPenguinParade

   Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)  

   • Mature
   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • Multi
   • Complete Work

   26 Jun 2020

   Tags

   • Graphic Depictions Of Violence
   • Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
   • Aziraphale (Good Omens)
   • Crowley (Good Omens)
   • Rescue
   • Whump
   • Hurt/Comfort
   • Angst and Hurt/Comfort
   • Angst with a Happy Ending
   • Angst and Feels
   • Protective Crowley (Good Omens)
   • BAMF Aziraphale (Good Omens)
   • Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens)
   • Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens)
   • He/Him Pronouns For Crowley (Good Omens)
   • She/Her Pronouns for Crowley (Good Omens)
   • Crowley Has All the Genders (Good Omens)
   • or at least two of them onscreen
   • POV Crowley (Good Omens)
   • BAMF Crowley (Good Omens)
   • trauma/recovery
   • Minor Original Character(s)
   • does this count as a
   • Sickfic
   • Cussing
   • Protective Aziraphale (Good Omens)
   • I don't know whether everyone is going to agree with the BAMF tags but I do
   • Crowley's Love Language is Acts of Service (Good Omens)
   • Established Relationship

   Summary

   Aziraphale was gone. Not gone from the bed, or gone for pastries. Not stepped out for a few, just gone.

   Crowley closed his eyes, reaching past his flesh through the material world. There was no one in the shop. Humans crowded the street outside, bright sparks in their brief mortal cloaks; he flowed around them, reaching out, searching. No angel.

   Crowley snapped back into his body already fighting down panic. His angel (my angel, he thought, possessively. Mine.) was competent and strong. He was okay. Clearly, he'd just... popped out somewhere. Somewhere out of this plane. Without saying anything. To somewhere that wanted to kill him....

   Panic was winning.

   (Or, when Aziraphale disappears Crowley has to find a way to bring him home and, once he comes home, bring him home again.)

   Language:

   English

   Words:

   29,938

   Chapters:

   7/7

   Comments:

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   Kudos:

   343

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