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Be Ye Therefore Merciful by Ambular (PG-13)
Sorry for the late arrival, but the Bentley's warmed up and ready to go, and I'm thrilled to be able to shine a light on some stories featuring (mainly) everyone's favourite angel/demon.
Fandom: GOOD OMENS
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley friendship (pre-slash if you wish)
Length: 9947 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amberdiceless
Author Website: Stories at the Good Omens Library
Why this must be read: This is an older story, but it's absolutely one of my favourites and I reread it often. The voices of the characters are wonderful, and I have a soft spot for angels who find a way to defend their demon friends, even in the face of Death. Our two friends find themselves in a war zone - each doing his part to spur the efforts in the appropriate direction - when a young boy gets caught in the crossfire. The angel reacts, but not quickly enough, and it's up to Crowley to save them both, but at a terrible price ...
Crowley was blinking dazedly at the ceiling, and after a moment he shifted slightly, discovered that his arm was strapped to his side, and again made a small sound of discomfort. "th' Hell happen'?" he whispered hoarsely. The ceiling, not surprisingly, declined to answer.
Aziraphale set his tea things aside and went to perch on the edge of the bed. Crowley turned his head toward him, wincing with the motion. "Angel...I did something ssstupid, didn't I," he said with a feeble attempt at a grin.
"Hush. Let's say you did something...not entirely reprehensible," Aziraphale said, smiling faintly.
Crowley started to laugh, but apparently thought better of it. "What hit me? Feels like someone found that sword you lost and...decided I'd look good with a piercing."
Aziraphale grimaced. "Close." He held up the bullet. "Someone sanctified it, apparently. I had the devil's own time getting it out, if you'll excuse the expression."
Crowley stared at the thing, incredulity written large on his face. "A blessed bullet. They blessed...a fucking bullet."
"I'm afraid so, yes." Aziraphale felt his face warming with a sort of guilt by association. "And before you ask, I had nothing to do with it. I'd never condone such a thing. Especially knowing you were liable to come around."
And then Crowley did laugh, quietly and painfully, hugging himself with his good arm. "Ah. Oh, that's funny...hurts, though. Ow." Aziraphale hovered anxiously, unsure what to do, until he'd got it out of his system and collapsed back into the pillows, panting.
"You'd think they knew I was coming. Wouldn't have thought they had that much imagination." He chuckled again. "'And the Lord said unto them, Thou shalt carry an extra clip, that thou might blow away thine enemies wherever they may appear, oh and while you're at it, cap any stray demons who happen by.' Armaments 5:12. Shit." He coughed quietly. Aziraphale swallowed a lecture on Bible etiquette and got him a glass of water.
Read the story: Be Ye Therefore Merciful
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Fandom: GOOD OMENS
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley friendship (pre-slash if you wish)
Length: 9947 words
Author on LJ:
amberdicelessAuthor Website: Stories at the Good Omens Library
Why this must be read: This is an older story, but it's absolutely one of my favourites and I reread it often. The voices of the characters are wonderful, and I have a soft spot for angels who find a way to defend their demon friends, even in the face of Death. Our two friends find themselves in a war zone - each doing his part to spur the efforts in the appropriate direction - when a young boy gets caught in the crossfire. The angel reacts, but not quickly enough, and it's up to Crowley to save them both, but at a terrible price ...
Crowley was blinking dazedly at the ceiling, and after a moment he shifted slightly, discovered that his arm was strapped to his side, and again made a small sound of discomfort. "th' Hell happen'?" he whispered hoarsely. The ceiling, not surprisingly, declined to answer.
Aziraphale set his tea things aside and went to perch on the edge of the bed. Crowley turned his head toward him, wincing with the motion. "Angel...I did something ssstupid, didn't I," he said with a feeble attempt at a grin.
"Hush. Let's say you did something...not entirely reprehensible," Aziraphale said, smiling faintly.
Crowley started to laugh, but apparently thought better of it. "What hit me? Feels like someone found that sword you lost and...decided I'd look good with a piercing."
Aziraphale grimaced. "Close." He held up the bullet. "Someone sanctified it, apparently. I had the devil's own time getting it out, if you'll excuse the expression."
Crowley stared at the thing, incredulity written large on his face. "A blessed bullet. They blessed...a fucking bullet."
"I'm afraid so, yes." Aziraphale felt his face warming with a sort of guilt by association. "And before you ask, I had nothing to do with it. I'd never condone such a thing. Especially knowing you were liable to come around."
And then Crowley did laugh, quietly and painfully, hugging himself with his good arm. "Ah. Oh, that's funny...hurts, though. Ow." Aziraphale hovered anxiously, unsure what to do, until he'd got it out of his system and collapsed back into the pillows, panting.
"You'd think they knew I was coming. Wouldn't have thought they had that much imagination." He chuckled again. "'And the Lord said unto them, Thou shalt carry an extra clip, that thou might blow away thine enemies wherever they may appear, oh and while you're at it, cap any stray demons who happen by.' Armaments 5:12. Shit." He coughed quietly. Aziraphale swallowed a lecture on Bible etiquette and got him a glass of water.
Read the story: Be Ye Therefore Merciful
Don't forget to feedback the author - it doesn't matter how old or new the story is. Authors love to hear from you!