#comforting crowley

[aziraphales-library]

After the season 2 finale I’m really looking for any Aziraphale fic where he either gets pushed into a mental breakdown or becomes slightly corrupted because all the stress heaven and the second coming brings with it. Like I’m here for all the angst and whump especially to do with pressure just being too much and how one would handle that. I would appreciate it if Crowley saw him having a breakdown and would be soft towards him while he crashes, but honestly i’m just here as i said for some overwhelmed/corrupted Aziraphale. Thanks for helping me out!

Here are some fics where Aziraphale is struggling mentally in heaven, and a couple in which he's changed/somewhat corrupted by heaven...

You were an Angel, Once by Myth_theFangirl (T)

Aziraphale can only stay in Heaven, away from Crowley, for so long. So the angel does eventually reach out to the demon, desperate, lonely, and missing him. It's one of their thousands of meeting in St. James, so can he fix everything?

They Drink Tea at the End by knifeforkspooncup (T)

After 6000 years in the spinning hubbub of earth, Heaven had been overwhelmingly sparse. So bright it stung, so empty it echoed, so utterly quiet the silence howled in your ears and never seemed to stop. Heaven was like if radio static had teeth, a total body itch you couldn’t scratch, an endless drip drip drip of gentle water slowly driving you mad. And Aziraphale had spent an entire year there.

letter to an old poet by Anonymous (T)

aziraphale is now the supreme archangel in heaven. he is not having a good time.

No Feelings So In Unison by AVoiceBehindTheStars (G)

Overwhelmed by the all-encompassing brightness and endless vastness, Aziraphale manages to sneak out of heaven.

The Supreme Archangel by Luna_Polaris (M)

Hamaliel looks out at the group of angels in front of them. “The Supreme Archangel is ordering a meeting. Follow me.” They call out. They march towards the office of the Supreme Archangel, the footsteps of all of the angels echoing through the halls. Two angels guard either side of the office door. They see the angels approaching and open the door, revealing a chair facing away from them. The angels file into the room, the doors closing behind them. Hamaliel steps in front of the angels. “Surpeme Archangel, I have gathered the soldiers.” They state. “Ah! Wonderful.~” The chair spins around to reveal Aziraphale sitting in the chair.

i wanna grab both your shoulders and shake, baby (snap out of it) by midnightdragons (T)

“Hello, demon,” said the angel coolly, tilting his head to one side and grinning broadly in a crude imitation of Aziraphale’s warm, comforting smile – and it took Crowley perhaps half of a second to decide in certainty that this angel was absolutely not Aziraphale.

Two hundred and seventy-three days. That was how long it had been since Crowley had seen Aziraphale, how long it had been since the angel had left him, how long it had been since he had yanked the angel into that horrible, awful, desperate kiss, a plea disguised as an act of undying love. And now, on the two hundred and seventy-fourth night, he finally reunited with . . . someone. Someone who looked like Aziraphale, and sounded like Aziraphale, but was – and Crowley knew this with every fiber of his trembling being – not his angel. Crowley isn’t the only one who needs saving.

- Mod D

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he's never been held before

tagging @goodomensafterdark

[sun-splotches]

A collection of Crowleys have slithered this way

[dingledraw]

South Downs cottage fluff based on the Dolly Parton song “Berrypie” 🩷

[the-maw-consumes]

[queer-reader-07]

“i want aziracrow to have a proper kiss” this. “what about a sex scene?” that.

fuck it. i want these bitches to hug. just one really nice, really long, emotionally healing hug.

[a-bisexual-panicking]

so, uhh...yeah, I'll take two portions of queer demonic beings who act grumpy but are actually the sweetest and most caring beings in the universe who call the one they love "angel" for one reason or another

that's perfect thanks

[illustoryart]

I've seen the first light in the Universe,

two million sunsets and sunrises,

but nothing as beautiful as you.

[mizgnomer]

Parallels - Good Omens Seasons One & Two - Part Five

Link to [ Part One ] [ Part Two ] [ Part Three ] [ Part Four ]

[vroomvroomwee]

Do you want to comfort your fav fictional character because you love them and don't want them to be alone or do you want to do it because you see yourself in them and you project onto them and comforting them is the only way you can comfort yourself since you've always had to manage and take care of your own feelings and had to suffer alone and be the only one there for yourself? Hmm?

[kotias]

Your Grace is a Fire

New fic just dropped, prompted by @gleafer on her Patreon!!

Prompt:

“Hell infuses Crowley’s body with hellfire so he runs away and hides for years. Aziraphale finds him, and he thinks he knows how to put out the fire that burns his demon so!”

Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Hell's Punishments, Graphic description of torture, graphic description of illness, graphic description of violence, Stalking, fleeing, divine ecstasy, Coming Untouched, Bloodgraphic description of body failing and doing disgusting things, Shedding, Angst with a Happy Ending, angst with a porny ending, Angst and Porn

TW: I am so serious. DEAD DOVE. There is blood, torture, intense amounts of gross bodily fluids.

Word count: 7,369 words

Summary:

Laudanum! Last time Crowley would do that… Hell infuses the demon with hellfire and sends him back on Earth, where Heaven hunts him down for three decades before Aziraphale gets his hands on him and brings him back to the bookshop. There, they work together to rid Crowley from this hellfire plaguing him…

Excerpt:

Before him, Aziraphale’s irises changed. The jade colour they had been wearing until then was engulfed into a golden typhoon, thrashing against the walls of its white enclosure and devouring it until all trace of the jewel was gone. The storm passed, leaving behind it the pure, bright blue of a clear sky, almost light enough to lose itself into the rest of the eye.

Crowley only realised that Aziraphale had opened his mouth when his warm breath tickled his skin, and he followed the light appearing between his teeth.

He shook his head, letting out a plaintive whine, trying to get away, get away, get away— but the cold light glowing harder than the sun breached the space of Aziraphale’s lips and entered his, resting on the tip of his tongue and giving him a moment of soothing warmth.

That, however, did not last.

As the glowing bundle rolled into his mouth and down his throat, the cosy embrace turned into a scorching hot tear rolling into the walls towards his chest and freezing his inside with shock.

“Wha—”

“I know.” Aziraphale’s eyebrows furrowed in concern and, Crowley understood, a silent apology. “It’s going to hurt, Crowley.”

And hurt it did, like nothing he had lived through before. He didn’t need to see the light moving inside him to know exactly where it was; everything it touched caught on fire, only to be frozen over and shredded to pieces. Each nerve of his body seemed to be looking for an escape, goosebumps covering his skin like needles.

Each gasp of suffering added only more hurt as the air blew the flames of the hellfire inside him harder and harder. It felt like a battle between Aziraphale’s light and his own affliction, and the loser was himself.

He crashed to the ground, wriggling and whining, his vision turning black.

Read more here

And of course, I am not forgetting @goodomensafterdark ;)

[aziraphales-library]

hi! first off thank you so much for this blog and all your hard work it’s honestly so impressive. i was wondering if you knew of any fics centering on hurt/comfort (crowley doing the comforting) in which crowley just…..HOLDS aziraphale? sorry for the specific ask, have a nice day!

Hello! Here are some hurt/comfort fics in which Crowley holds Aziraphale...

It’s what you worry for by orphan_account (T)

Crowley had noticed some things about Aziraphale that were... concerning.

They had become more apparent since they moved into their cottage. Maybe it was just the close quarters? They weren’t used to being near each other for so long, and, pleasant as it was, it was a big adjustment.

But that didn’t stop Crowley from worrying.

if you ever leave me… by gazing (G)

Aziraphale doesn't mind Crowley's absence.

Not at first.

Love Knows Boundaries by AnonymousDandelion (G)

Aziraphale's hands were shaking, his throat was closing up again, and there were tears coming out of his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut, but the tears kept trickling through anyway.

“Okay,” came Crowley’s voice again, very near at hand — gentle, steady, undercurrent of anxiety audible but, doubtless for Aziraphale’s benefit, tamped down under control. “Okay, there. Yeah. All right. You want a hug?”

And it was Crowley, it was just Crowley, they’d hugged plenty of times before. Aziraphale liked hugging Crowley. When he got like this a hug was an almost guaranteed way to help him feel better, to ground him, to calm him down. It was just Crowley, for goodness’s sake, this was ridiculous…

Aziraphale discovered that he was shaking his head from side to side, very emphatically.

“Okay,” Crowley said for the fourth time, calm and grounding even without any physical touch, and the sound of his voice retreated a foot or so. “Not a hug. Is there anything else I can do?”

~ ~ ~

OR: After a performance review and a dubious "reward" from the Archangels, Aziraphale arrives home badly in need of comfort.

Baptism by Aethelflaed (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley thought they were free, but Heaven calls their wayward angel back to get the last word.

After being humiliated and robbed of everything that matters, Aziraphale seeks out Crowley and the one place he will always belong. -- “I just...don’t know what to do anymore. I thought I finally could...make my own life.” Aziraphale looked down at his fingers, resting on the bed between them. No ring. Would he ever get used to that? “And they come along to remind me. That they’re in control. That they can still hurt me, still take away everything I have. Still leave me feeling so weak and alone.”

Deserving by IneffableDoll (T)

“I’ve always reminded you, again and again, that I’m an angel and you’re a demon,” Aziraphale whispered, “but…neither of us deserve to be what we are.” Crowley made some sort of sound in the back of his throat, one of those ones Aziraphale had always loved interpreting. Now, he had no idea. He couldn’t think about it. He was simply tired. Drained, hollowed out. He didn’t want to fight anymore.

Touch by Stigitsune_shipper (G)

Aziraphale is not touch-starved. No. Nope. Nuh-uh. Not at all.

Angels don't need hugs, after all... Or books. Or food. Or demons. Sadly, Aziraphale was never a good angel. And sometimes you break down.

--- Basically just a soft h/c one-shot I wrote because Heaven is shitty and Aziraphale needs hugs.

- Mod D

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Okay so

we're having an angst war over on @goodomensafterdark and @gleafer, @gahellhimself-blog and I are having a competition who can spread the most pain and suffering. Here's my contribution. Enjoy

don't worry, this isn't the end yet: here's part two. | Part 3

[crowleyholmes]

"Safety"

I just think he deserves to sit in a window and look at his stars until he falls asleep...

[dingledraw]

Crowley was more upset than Aziraphale after the ordeal, so they both needed some comfort 🩷

[tanpopomugishu]

Finally finished this 10 pages comic!!! The rest of the pages under cut. TW : Blood, wound.

It's a continuation of this post:

---- As I said before, Aziraphale eventually lived, but not before traumatising the hell out of Crowley. His wounds healed slowly, and left scars that couldn't be miracled away. ---- 🖌 I tried making the scene changes smoother and ended up making more pages than I planned. I'm kind of nervous about the storyline, as writing has never been my strongest suit, but I hope you enjoy this minute story ♥. @goodomensafterdark