hello there! do you have any fics following the s02e03 minisode where crowley and aziraphale spend a little more time together before crowley is dragged down to hell? thank you!!!
Just this once by cricri (T)
It would have been funny if Aziraphale hadn’t been quite a bit worried. Constitution of an ox, you bet. So laudanum didn’t discorporate demons, but he wasn’t sure if Crowley had known that before he drank it. And discorporation wasn’t a nice thing to experience, all the paperwork and … well, he was rather attached to Crowley’s corporation. Somehow. Something about knowing the other in that form for a long time and getting used to it. He just didn’t do well with change!
A Bottle of Truth by theslightlyobsessedwriter (T)
It's 1827, in Edinburgh, and Crowley has just finished off a bottle of laudanum. It doesn't kill him; however, it does bring to the surface some interesting habits, some hidden desires, and some truths that he never thought he'd share with anyone, let alone the angel he's desperately in love with. Aziraphale is losing his mind and rather wishes Crowley would develop some self-preservation instincts.
Or: Crowley is off his head on laudanum, Aziraphale is his very enthusiastic caretaker, and they both love each other more than they can possibly say.
like rain that you slept through by bluphaelion (G)
Crowley’s good deed in an Edinburgh graveyard goes unnoticed by Hell (for now). In the meantime, it’s up to Aziraphale to take care of a very drunk, very clingy demon.
A Doll's House by CopperBeech (T)
For a moment, in that graveyard outside Edinburgh, it looked as if Crowley'd been pulled abruptly back to Hell.
Then Aziraphale realized the laudanum just hadn't quite finished with his friend. Which would mean helping him cope with an entirely different predicament. One that the angel chose not to trust even to his diary.
Constitution of an Ox by Bazzpop (T)
Laudanum; who would have guessed that such a tiny bottle of the stuff was potent enough to make a demon go arse over tip?
Aziraphale surely hadn’t (and neither had Crowley, apparently, else he would have dumped the drink into the nearest empty crypt instead of necking it like a shot and smashing the glass like a git) but, nevertheless, here they were, dealing with the effects of a rather egregious combination of alcohol and opium.
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What if Crowley hadn’t been summoned back down to hell at the end of The Resurrectionists minisode? Aziraphale would have taken care of an off his head on laudanum demon, that’s what.
