#I feel silly because I've got absolutely nothing to link to except like the Vehuel-centric Great Chicago Fire fic

[kaesaaurelia]

Unfortunately it's not posted yet, but it will be titled Hustler's Blood, it's currently at about 385k words (just writing the denouement) and because my brain goes blank when I finish a fic and get to the summary page I've written that already:

Heaven tasks Aziraphale with tracking down the nefarious demon Crowley in Prohibition-era Chicago. The city is on the brink of a gang war, in the midst of a violent turf war between taxi companies, and many there are still suffering from the lingering trauma of the Great War. But there are good times to be had, so while Aziraphale figures out what he's going to tell Heaven, he and Crowley indulge in some Roaring Twenties decadence.

But when Crowley vanishes, Aziraphale must find him without tipping off the city's own assigned angel, Vehuel. She's determined not to let things in her city get any worse, but Aziraphale just wants his demon back.

Meanwhile, Crowley must contend with the cruelty of Hymie Weiss, Al Capone's rival on the North Side. Weiss is determined to kill Capone and avenge the murder of his best friend, and he's not above using a captured demon to do it.

Shower thought: Crowley, despite being madly in love, is always subverting fanfiction style tropes, he is completely immune.

Kicked out of his flat, perfect opportunity to move into the bookshop without any implications, no thanks I will now live in my car

Aziraphale's "is there anything I can do for you in return wink wink" Crowley: no

I'm convinced they'd get thrown into a "there was only one bed" situation and it would be like

Crowley: don't worry king, I'll sleep on the wall

Aziraphale: but I don't even sleep...

Crowley: *on the wall* dont worry about it

Bruh they'd be under the mistletoe like

Aziraphale: oh my...look at that.

Crowley: don't worry, angel, we aren't bound by botany-related superstitions. Anyway,

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