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Wheels of Fortune (or: Aziraphale’s Electrifying Solution to an Annoying Problem) by Glum_Delay
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
07 Mar 2025
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Aziraphale has always taken pride in his independence, but when the years begin to weigh on his six thousand year old bones, he begrudgingly begins to accept a little mobility assistance. He transitions from a cane to a tartan-backed wheelchair for long distances, which quickly becomes his new companion.
But navigating London proves more treacherous than expected. Between pushy strangers, a miracle gone slightly awry, and Crowley’s increasingly creative (and chaotic) methods of “helping,” Aziraphale’s attempts at dignity are thoroughly tested. As well as his patience.
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19 Apr 2025
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Maybe the fate of Uchiha Itachi and the Uchiha Clan could have been changed if Itachi had just had one more family member he could trust -- someone as powerful, invested in Konoha, and devoted to the clan as him. Someone with a little extra knowledge up her sleeve.
Unfortunately for Itachi, the Uchiha's abysmal luck with siblings has given him... Kaeru.
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21 Mar 2025
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Working at the hospital. Receiving a sword, giving a mirror. Changing the medical files "password." Using lightening in water during the exam. Racing to Sasuke on the night of the massacre. Staying in touch with her two teammates. Dove summons. Chakra embroidery. Sharigan eyes.
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The Chidori hits her at full power, Sasuke's anguish driving it deep into her stomach as the chirping of the lighting plows through flesh and organs--Only for Sasuke to find himself with a hand buried in Itachi's own guts.
"So that is your Mangekyo Sharingan in action," Itachi says gravely, placing one hand on Sasuke's wrist to prevent an immediate worsening of the injury. "I had heard rumours."
"It's called Kunitokotachi," Kaeru says. "Like it?"
"It suits you," Itachi says.
"Itachi--!" Sasuke cries, eyes wide with horror. "I-- I didn't mean to--"
With his other hand, Itachi reaches out and taps Sasuke on his forehead.
"My foolish younger brother," He sighs, reaching out and tapping Sasuke on the forehead. Then he looks past him, back to Kaeru. "I will not let you leave so easily."
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"You were both Kaeru's teammates," Sasuke says, voice flat.He tries to imagine the smallest portion of what it must have been like for Itachi to kill-- to kill the entire clan, have his sister leave, pick Sasuke himself back up from the hospital, and then-- and then his sister's teammates offer to help.
"Did she tell you she was-- that she didn't do it."
She must have.
"What?" Maruten says. "Oh, that. No, she never talked about any of that with me, even though we kept in contact. T&I is Yamanaka central, you know? And I like my job."
"I killed several ANBU to cover her tracks on the way out," Tatsuma says. "Did I know she hadn't killed her clan? No. But Maruten said she didn't do it, so she didn't."
He's talking to the ROOT agent that killed Danzo and a Torture and Investigation special jounin who'd successfully stayed in contact with a S ranked missing nin.
"You believed in...nothing." Sasuke says. "You..."
His sister's teammates kind of make Naruto look normal.
"Uchiha Kaeru is not prone to personality shifts," Tatsuma says.
"I think being in the Akatsuki really softened her a bit, though? Like, can you imagine 10 year old Kaeru giving us presents? No way."
Presents.
That's right. That's why he's here.
"I buried a short sword with her," Sasuke says, eyes glued back onto the grave he'd been digging up. "I can't find it."
"The one she never used?" Maruten says. "Wow, she dragged that thing all the way to the Akatsuki?"
"It was Itachi's," Sasuke grinds out between clenched teeth.
And she had used it. On herself.
"Then why do you want it?" Maruten asks, invasively curious. "You've already got the necklace. She was so smug about that thing after you gave it to her. Wore it everywhere."
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Shadow Girl of Mars by InaNewmoon
Fandom: Dreaming of Sunshine, Dreaming of Sunshine - Silver Queen, Naruto, Naruto (Anime & Manga), The Martian - Andy Weir
19 Jun 2024
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During a final confrontation with Uchiha Madara, Shikako attempts a dangerous technique. It doesn't work out exactly as expected.
Banished into a lifeless waste on another universe, she needs to get back to the fight - as soon as possible.
On Mars, an injured Mark Watney receives an unexpected ally. However it's not all fun and games when said ally is a part-time teenage eldritch abomination.
The red planet does not care what it's prisoners want.
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17 Mar 2025
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Intermission by Alycat44 for the_rck
Fandoms: Dreaming of Sunshine - SilverQueen, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Naruto (Anime & Manga)
19 Feb 2025
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Team Red's mission was going to shit, before things went wrong in an entirely new way. Now in a different dimension with no explanation for how they got there, they have to find their way home - while trying to remain willfully ignorant of Bat's increasingly niche skill set as they do.
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17 Mar 2025
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Aziraphale had fussed about Crowley’s stipulation that he bring a sunhat on their holiday, but in the end he’d agreed. They’d been out in the bright sunlight for almost two hours now, and though Aziraphale looked absolutely ridiculous in that wide-brimmed floppy monstrosity, his soft throat and face retained their proper pale glow. Crowley considered it a win.
“Go on, then,” Crowley grumbled as Aziraphale stopped outside the next shop, already rescheduling lunch in his head. “I know that look.”
(Anthony J'Acts-Of-Service Crowley definitely cannot love Aziraphale -- except Aziraphale says that actually, he does. Hey, look! It's Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week!)
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23 Feb 2025
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Totally Not Judging, But... by WaitingToBeBroken
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
22 Feb 2025
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Alex, Mr. Fell's new bookshop assistant, isn't judging the man who just walked into said bookshop, dressed in black leather, a tattoo on his face, and proceeded to shamelessly flirt with Mr. Fell. Despite the fact that Mr. Fell made it very clear he was waiting for his "darling husband, oh, you will love him, Alex, truly" so they could go on a lunch date.
They really aren't! But if they were...
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22 Feb 2025
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Tim always knew it was a possibility that he might die early. He’s not exactly made his peace with it, but he’s willing to adapt, especially if this is what it takes to help Jason get over his weird vendetta and reunite the Wayne family again. It's called taking one for the team.
Now all Tim needs to do is figure out how to best fake his own death.
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12 Feb 2025
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If there is one job Aziraphale can't stand doing, it's smitings. And it's only worse when other angels are around to see him hesitate.
So when Michael comes not only to watch but to take over and do the job better...Aziraphale finds himself fearing, rightly or wrongly, for his life. Heaven doesn't tolerate weakness. Especially not when it comes to sticking to the Path. Perhaps his next report will be his last?
Luckily, Crowley comes by at just the right time to reassure him.
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09 Feb 2025
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“Much better,” Crowley said beside his ear.Better. Aziraphale felt himself relax into Crowley’s arms. Maybe he could do something right after all.
The thought soured as soon as it arrived. As if counting was an accomplishment. Human babies could do it. And here he was wasting Crowley’s time-
“Aziraphale,” Crowley said firmly.
The rapidly spinning thought train screeched to a halt.
“Do not,” Crowley continued, “undo all my hard work so quickly. At least have the decency to take five deep breaths before you fall back into hysteria?”
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...galinda has adhd. (that's it. that's the fic)
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31 Dec 2024
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Gifts of Spring by Calamityjim for LetoaSai
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms, The Legend of Zelda: The Ocarina of Time, The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask
01 Apr 2025
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Link’s duty to the people had always been a gift he had freely given. When it is twisted into a cage, Link throws himself upon Farore’s mercy. She has always loved him and is more than willing to give Link something he never would have thought to ask for himself: a fresh start with a people who do not need him to save them.
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- Part 1 of Those Who Wander
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26 Dec 2024
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there's no business like bat business by suzukiblu
Fandoms: Batman (Comics), Robin (Comics), Superboy (Comics), Batman - All Media Types, DCU (Comics)
07 Jun 2024
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There's a new Robin flitting around Gotham. The Batman is a little puzzled about it, because this one isn't flitting around it; it's just following its other Robin around. Even more than the Spoiler does, in fact.
The Batman is . . . puzzled. Yes.
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- Part 3 of a fake cryptid and a real romantic
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11 Dec 2024
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Steal My Sunshine by akaLiashi (Liashi)
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics)
29 May 2025
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“For the record, I totally didn’t send this,” Jason declares, resting his fists judgmentally on his hips and wrinkling the bridge of his nose as he takes in the envelope’s exterior details. “I wouldn’t embarrass myself by printing the address for Wayne Manor in Comic Sans. And I definitely wouldn’t use whatever fresh hell that return address is printed in.”
Taking the bagged envelope in hand again, Bruce moves to the Batcomputer and pulls up the folder of fonts on the system. He glances between the envelope and the sample screen for the font he’d already suspected would be a match.
But clocking the font name gives him a great deal of pause. “Jokerman,” he finally declares in a growl through clenched teeth.
Tim, as it turns out, may not be Jack Drake’s son, but Bruce Wayne’s already got kids he picked out personally. That’s okay though, because Tim’s got a plan for how to deal with this revelation—it’s not like he needs acknowledgement from a second father that doesn’t want him, anyway.
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09 Dec 2024
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Tim decides to send a menacing letter to Bruce Wayne with the news that he is a biological father in order to garner an unbiased response from Bruce about having a biokid. This snowballs to the Bats watching Tim 24/7 and Tim wandering Gotham looking for crimes in response (so the Bats can still do their jobs.)
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This was never the plan. Tim grips hard at his sleep shirt, trying to breathe and not panic. Mr Wayne was just supposed to get that letter and … well … not do all of this, dragging Robin and even Nightwing into it all. Not while still giving Tim no clue what he’s thinking about the whole parentage part of it, at least.The easiest fix for Nightwing being here would be to go out there and explain all this right now, so he can know it’s perfectly safe for Tim to go unwatched. Except … if Nightwing immediately goes and tells Batman why he’s leaving—what Tim just explained to him—then it’ll ruin all Tim’s work at getting unbiased answers about what Mr. Wayne is thinking!
Tim lets his shoulders slump. And should he even count on Nightwing going back anywhere, regardless? After the surprise of Batman not quite behaving as Tim expected? … Tim sighs to himself, letting the back of his head thunk lightly on the wall behind him. Yeeeeah. Maybe he shouldn’t assume his fake threat letter is definitely, one-hundred-percent, the only reason Nightwing’s in Gotham. Or the only reason he’s joined in whatever this whole “Tim Overwatch” business is.
At least, he can’t assume it without getting more information than this one single sighting.
The only thing he can really know right now is that if Nightwing is sitting here babysitting him, he’s not fighting crime anywhere. Tim can’t imagine it’s the ideal situation, especially with Batman and Robin probably pouring so much time into surveillance, too. The least Nightwing could be doing while he’s in town is also helping out with Gotham’s constant supply of no-goodniks, right? Not just … sitting around watching Tim sleep.
But then … it’s not like Tim is an immovable object.
He perks up at the thought. If Nightwing’s main mission is guarding him, it doesn’t really matter whether Tim’s in his bed, or whether he’s walking innocently along North 34th and Baker at 3 am, completely vulnerable to getting jumped.
SPOILER summary:
The one where Tim sends a threatening letter to Bruce from "Matches Malone" about him being Bruce's bio kid. Also, the one where he is extorted by the friendly, bubblegum, paternity test receptionist; cuts out and glues magazine letters for his note; and hitchhikes to a random mailbox to send the letter. Also, the one where Jason is the first to read the letter because Batman is too busy testing the letter for dangers; Batman sneaks into Tim's house to gather (freshly plucked and helpfully provided) hairs for a bat DNA test; Jason steals a kid's scooter to follow Tim to the skatepark; and Dick gets to follow Tim around Gotham, frantically resolving crimes before Tim can get to them. (Tim thinks it's only fair for Nightwing to get to continue his vigilante work while having to guard Tim.)Also, starring Lindy the night nanny / very dedicated college student who is quite concerned that the Drakes' abrupt departure means that they won't be home for Tim's eleventh birthday.
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Liminal Space by Calamityjim
Fandoms: Young Justice (Cartoon), Red Robin (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
09 Jul 2019
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Bruce's habit of collecting strays is not limited by dimension.
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When Young Justice Batman comes across an angsty, seemingly abandoned by his Batman Tim Drake, he decides to step up to the plate and parent the crap out of him.
podfic available: https://archiveofourown.info/works/43438116
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- Part 1 of Liminal Spaces
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02 Dec 2024
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Damian came down the stairs next. “Greetings, Pennyworth. I trust breakfast is prepared?”Alfred rolled his eyes. “It is, Master Damian, as it has been every morning since your arrival.”
“Excellent! The boy exclaimed. “You serve my Father well.” Alfred’s lips twitched, indicating he knew that there was a real compliment buried in that statement. “Timothy!” Damian exclaimed in surprise. “Did you not sleep again?” he asked suspiciously.
“I slept. I showered. I am now eating.” Tim pointed his fork at Damian, letting the boy know that he would not be bullied.
“That is not soup,” Damian said, stunned. “You are not eating soup.”
“Yes,” Tim nodded. “Hashbrowns are indeed not soup.”
“This is a cause of celebration! Pennyworth, fetch us wine.”
“We are not getting wine, and really, it is no big deal. I do eat, contrary to what you all believe.” Tim sighed in exasperation.
Damian scoffed, but let the matter drop. Instead he explained, in great detail, how he could easily have beaten Bruce Lee in a fight. Both Tim and Alfred catered to the conversation, agreeing whenever it was required.
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“There is no time!” Damian hissed through the phone. “Timothy is under attack by a large number of armed assailants by himself.”Bruce could feel his guts turn to ice. This could not be happening to him again. “Where?” Behind his eyes, and explosion went off, punctuated by the sound of manic laughter. Bruce dashed towards the Batcave, Jay hot on his heels.
“Mount Justice. The enemy cut the power. Timothy had anticipated such an event and promised that the Zeta would still work. I believe that he equivocated, and that there was only enough power for one.”
Bruce slammed into the Batcomputer chair, phone between his ear and shoulder as his fingers flew across the keyboard. “What’s your location?”
“The payphone the Zeta tube is located in is still functional,” Damian sneered at the oversight.
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“We make Luthor look involved.”Both Conner and Bart were stunned. It was Conner who recovered first. “You intend to frame Luthor as a pedophile?”
“I do,” Tim hummed, feeling extremely pleased... “Computer security in this world is shit. Like, everywhere. My universe has several master hackers who aren’t here so no one’s had to update the way we have. We take Campbell’s child porn files, plant them on Luthor’s computer, and make a tip against about them both.”
“Solid plan, my dude.” The speedster put his arms akimbo. “When you said morally gray, I actually thought it would be worse.”
“It is,” Tim admitted. “And I’m going to need your help with this, Bart.” Tim looked at his camera bag and sighed. “If their collection is all the same Luthor will be able to claim that’s he’s being framed. We need to give him his own photos.”
“You want Bart to make child porn?” Conner grabbed Tim’s collar, lifting the boy so only his toes touched the ground.
“No,” Tim choked out. “No.” Conner lowered him to the ground but didn’t let go of his shirt. “I want Bart to go to places Luthor’s taken business trips and take pictures of little kids. Making it look like he’s been fantasizing and that meeting Campbell caused him to escalate.”
Conner let go and Tim breathed in relief. “That’s twisted.”
Tim nodded. “Very. But we’re talking the fate of the world here, and this will be effective. Though we’re on a timeline. Jacob Campbell went after Damian and it will take Jay a whole five minutes to figure out who this guy is. He’s given me a week to sort the problem out on my own. If it takes longer than that Jay’s going to go to Batman and I’m going to have to come up with one hell of a story as to what I thought I was doing.”
“Are you comfortable with this,” Conner demanded of Bart.
Bart shrugged. “It’s still not as bad as I thought it would be.”
Wow, Future Tim was an asshole. “How soon do you think you can get the photos?”
“If you have a list of places, three days at the longest. Nightwing might be a problem.”
Yeah, he would be. Tim sighed, actually feeling a little guilty. “I can probably distract him a little. He’s been wanting to spend more time bonding.” And Tim appreciated that. He just didn’t want their relationship to be based on subterfuge.
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Crowley thumped his head against the door and thought a quick, sarcastic prayer at a God who had never, not once, had his back. “Aziraphale,” he said, trying for patience. “Open this door.”
“Go away!” his husband shrieked. “You can’t see me like this!”
“I’ve seen you every way imaginable,” Crowley said, trying the knob again. “Whatever state you’re in can’t be much worse. Newt! Get this door open!”
“Sorry, Miss Azi,” he heard their housekeeper mumble, and then something heavy was moved away from the door and it swung open to reveal Newt, pale face flushed and pale hair disheveled. Crowley pushed past him into the room as Aziraphale shrieked again and disappeared behind his dressing screen.
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26 Sep 2024
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Bow Ties and Burn Marks by Aloe_Vera13, contritecactite, LemonMakesLimeade, Minervas_Hand, QuothTheMaiden, SkiptomyyLu, sososomebody, zelda_hime
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
18 Sep 2024
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Aziraphale has returned from Heaven, and the why or the when or the how did not matter to Crowley, so much as the fact that Aziraphale was shoving him into the wall, just as Crowley had done years before.
"Nice? I suppose you would know plenty about being nice, wouldn't you?"
And this time, the sexual tension is more real and far more reciprocated than Crowley had imagined it could be.
A picture is worth a thousand words, which is why we have 12 of them. Yes, TWELVE!
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19 Sep 2024
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Crowley's fingers flexed roughly against Aziraphale's scalp. It required conscious effort he could barely sustain to keep his touch as gentle as Aziraphale deserved. If Aziraphale was playing at not being nice, Crowley knew his role was to play the opposite: the one deserving of reprimand and command, not the one inflicting any kind of pain, not even a sweet one. More important, though, was the fact that Crowley would never willingly let Aziraphale come to any pain at all. When Crowley had been the one to shove Aziraphale back against a wall, he had made every effort to cushion the blow; Crowley didn't mind cracking the plaster with his own head, but he could never do the same to Aziraphale, no matter how well the Principality might claim he was able to withstand pain...At the very thought of being perfect for him in any way, of succeeding at it fully for once, for once, Crowley's fingers ached to clench tighter. He couldn't do that without pulling—couldn't give into the growing urge to let his claws out, not against Aziraphale's scalp—so he moved one to the wall instead where his fingers couldn't damage anything but the dingy paint and cheap drywall.
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Crowley watched Aziraphale's gaze. Slowly, like he was whacking branches out of his way in the Garden of Eden, Aziraphale returned to himself. Returned to Crowley.And then, Crowley's breath rushed out in a huge "Oof" or "Hrgk" or "Ngk" (he's not sure which) as all of the weight of Aziraphale collapsed onto him.
This is a hug.
This is a hug, Crowley's mind kept repeating, as he slithered his legs around Aziraphale, to keep him here, now that they were finally together.
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Yes, it was ridiculous to think this angel could want him, but perhaps ridiculousness was in Aziraphale's very nature. How could Crowley deny it when Aziraphale had just spent so long commanding him to look at him with his bare reptilian eyes and drawing patterns of eternal devotion onto his skin in demonic scales? -
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Those of great faith may walk on water. Angels barely disturb the surface, but demons sink. A giggly-drunk Crowley stands on Aziraphale’s feet to dance on the surface of their pond, behind a seaside cottage.
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18 Sep 2024
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“It’s bloody dark out here. Can you even see me?”Aziraphale raised a forefinger on his free hand in a wordless request while he drained his own glass, then set it aside and made a sloppy wave with both arms. A few dozen paper lanterns blossomed into existence, floating on the surface of their pond. The delicate paper glowed with the golden flickering of small smokeless candles. Aziraphale let out a satisfied sigh. “Can see you just fine. Always looking at you, or for you,” he confessed shyly. Crowley fell back on the grass as if he had been punched. Sometimes Aziraphale came out with these entirely sincere declarations of love and it never failed to utterly clothesline him, even after all these years.
He laid there staring at the darkening sky, aware of Aziraphale grumbling amiably to himself as he attempted the vastly difficult task of standing up. Crowley yelped when his angel leaned down and scooped him up as well. “Dance with me!”
“S’gonna be green. Shoes. The grass is going to stain the daylights out of your shoes. I’m not your cleaning service. M’ not,” Crowley sniffed.
Aziraphale paused, staring down a bit sloppily at his favorite brogues. His brows came together with the Angelic Forehead Wrinkle Of Consideration, but eased apart quickly. Short meeting, minimal agenda, apparently. “We won’t dance on the grass, then,” he declared.
Crowley started to giggle, wondering where his daft angel was going with this. “We gonna dance on the head of a pin? Angel, I’m too drunk to play with molecules right now.”
“No, the pond! We’ll just dance on the water. No grass, no stains, all smooth, and the candles are pretty.”
“On the water–” Crowley cut himself off. “Angel. I can’t walk on water.”
“Nonsense. All sorts of people walk on water. Jesus did. One of his friends did–the one who was always scowling, remember him? Oh, and I can too. If humans can do it, you can.”
“Takes faith, angel,” Crowley said quietly.
Aziraphale pouted, then shrugged. “I have enough faith for both of us.”
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The surface of the water barely rippled beneath the feet of this angel, who had walked through Hell for his sake once, who had rebelled against Heaven more than anyone knew, yet whose faith was so solid that water delighted to hold him. -
Anentropy by CopperBeech
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
13 Sep 2024
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A brief quarrel over domestic economy, settled in the best way.
No potted plants were harmed in the writing of this fic.
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13 Sep 2024
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“Angel,” said Crowley. “Where is this coming from?”Aziraphale finally looked up.
“I feel,” he said, then paused to take a deep breath and blow it out again. “I feel as if I’m being constantly criticised. That I’m not clean or tidy enough for you. I remember what your flat looked like. One could have eaten off the floor, if one chose. Though I can’t think why one would wish to.”
“Wosn’t the point –”
“Whereas I – I always thought you enjoyed hanging about my shop –”
“I did, angel, wos like home and – now we’ve got a home, and I –”
“Can’t leave anything be for a fraction of a second. All those years, you must have been positively itching to tidy my space into oblivion –”
“Not like that – “
“I have got set in my ways in six thousand years, Crowley. And I can’t see why it matters if one’s surroundings are a little haphazard – there’s always a bit of a surprise –”
“Like that biscuit under the sofa last week? Had whole new species growin’ on it.”
“There, that’s exactly the thing. There’s always your standards, and I don’t measure up –”
“I don’t mean it like that. I want to keep things nice for you.”
“Well, so far as standards, we all have our own standards of Nice – and if a little comfortable untidiness is mine –”
“You called me Nice,” interjected Crowley.
“Yes, and you pushed me against a wall!”
The words felt like a slap. Aziraphale looked genuinely hurt. How had things gotten to this point?
Crowley tried to regroup. “There was a lot of strain, if you remember – maybe felt different to an angel –”
“Yes. Precisely,” said Aziraphale. “I am an angel. You are a demon. I suppose we are fundamentally different –”
“You sayin’ we –” Was that his own voice cracking? “ – shouldn’t’ve moved in together – or – ?”
“I didn’t mean that!” Aziraphale flung down the newspaper. “I mean – oh dash it, Crowley, I didn’t mean to start –”
The angel rose, lips set in a line, and began picking things up from the carpet. Books that had been piled in an irregular, teetering stack were returned to the shelf, a magazine went back into a brass caddy full of other magazines, a stray packet of ginger nuts was rolled up and carefully closed with the included tabs.
Crowley realised those compressed lips were barely controlling a quiver. He paused a moment longer, then seized the Advertiser from the end table and flung it on the floor.
Aziraphale paused in shock.
Crowley tipped over a peperomium seedling that was enjoying a prime spot in the sun-soaked window seat. Potting soil and Vermiculite sprayed over the floor as Aziraphale lunged to catch it.
“I can ADAPT!” shouted Crowley almost desperately.
“Well, so can I!” Aziraphale snapped back, kneeling to scoop the potting soil up between his hands and doing his best to replace it in the pot.
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Summary
Dr. Bharadwaj develops a documentary AND a friendship in the aftermath of Exit Strategy.
Series
- Part 3 of Murderbot September 2024
Bookmarked by idealPeriWren
04 Sep 2024
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I'll Come to You by PinkPenguinParade
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
15 Aug 2024
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Summary
Crowley made it to Paris before everything went to hell.
Okay, he admitted, dodging into a darkened side street and jumping onto a balcony-- that wasn’t quite true. Everything had gone to hell well before then. That’s why he was there. Specifically, desperately, because everything had gone to hell.
Or rather, Hell had come to Earth.
Series
- Part 59 of Short prompt fills
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- English
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Bookmarked by idealPeriWren
18 Aug 2024
Bookmarker's Notes
When Aziraphale is in danger, the angel tries to reason with his attackers, but when Crowley is in danger, he smites with extreme prejudice.
Quote:
The sun that was Aziraphale reached out and Hastur disappeared in a burst of smoke and flame. The other demons broke and fled, racing past Crowley, around him. Never touching him.Crowley walked closer until only the heat kept him back. “They’re gone, angel.”
Crowley?
“You saved me. I came to save you and you saved me.”
Oh. Good.
The radiance flickered, dimmed-- And Aziraphale looked at him, his eyes human-blue once again. “There you are,” he said. And promptly collapsed.
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Summary
Aziraphale is a reasonable man, and when faced with an unreasonably attractive neighbor, well he would a-wooing go. Immediately, there are difficulties, but it all turns out all right.
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Bookmarked by idealPeriWren
14 Aug 2024
Bookmarker's Notes
Quote:
“—Yeah, his name is Aziraphale Fell, I told you. He’s fifty eight, birthday February fifth, blood type B positive, great health, it’s got to be his bad leg.”“Sir, you are not listed as his emergency contact and I don’t know how you have all of this information—”
“I’m his neighbor, ain’t I? Love thy neighbor or some such?”
“Sir, with all due respect, you’re legally blind and I have no idea how you identified him in the first place, if you did in fact just find him passed out in the hallway like you described.”
“...I know how he smells. I know his footsteps. I know the feel of his shoulder under my hand. I know how he snuffles when he’s trying not to laugh, and how he holds his breath when he hurts at the end of a long day at work.”
“Ah. I see. I think I understand now, sir. I’m going to leave you here in the waiting room while we admit Mr. Fell, but we’ll keep you informed.”
“Just take good care of him.”