I love this blog!!! I think I check it every day. Do y’all have any favorite hurt comfort fics? Or fics where one is convinced that the other doesn’t/can’t love them.
I’ve gathered a few for you dear!
If This Is All We Have by Lurlur (G)
The world hadn't ended. Crowley was drunk and Aziraphale was worried.
Tonight might be their last night on Earth, or anywhere else for that matter.
Crowley had invited him to stay, but Aziraphale has other ideas.
A Touch Like Sunlight by goodomensblog (just_quintessentially_me), just_quintessentially_me (T)
"After the apoca-wasn’t, time carries on - as time does. Days bleed into months, and months into years.
And through it all, Heaven and Hell remain unnervingly silent.
Crowley and Aziraphale sometimes catch sight of them - angels more often than demons. Not because the demons are any better at sneaking about; there are simply less of them sneaking (between the two, Heaven’s always been the more vengeful). But their watchers - whether angel or demon - don’t go so far as to speak. Rather, they observe - usually from some distance, dark gazes following. Watching."
Ch.1 A Touch Like Sunlight: Crowley accidentally threatens an Archangel.
Ch. 2 A Love Like Moonlight: When Aziraphale is threatened by angels who seek justice for Aziraphale's crimes against Heaven, Crowley comes up with a plan to keep him safe from harm.
The Sins of Love by FeatherBlack (jatty) (T)
Crowley goes missing for a decade and Aziraphale isn't sure whether or not he should be worried. That is, until Crowley crashes onto the floor of his shop in a state almost worse than death.
wherever you are, i'll come to you by mutalune (T)
“Are you alright? What’s all this about then?”
“Ah. Well. I might have slipped.”
“Slipped?”
“Took a bit of a tumble, I’m afraid,” Aziraphale said. “But, well. What’s done is done.”
“What’s done - ?”
“Now that I’m no longer beholden to a rather arbitrary moral code, I have to ask: Do you pay taxes? Actually, more importantly, do you think I can stop paying taxes now? That seems like a sufficiently demonic thing to do. Refusing to do my civic duty and whatnot. Quite devious, I’d argue.”
This was, in hindsight, not the most sensitive way of breaking the news.
how big the hourglass, how deep the sand by bibliocratic (G)
After the Apocalypse, and with characteristic slowness, both Crowley and Aziraphale think there might be something they need to sit down and talk about.
And then Aziraphale disappears.
~Mod P
