Adopting Warlock This, Adopting Adam That. Where's My Fic Where Crowley Delivers The Antichrist And Then

Adopting Warlock this, adopting Adam that. Where's my fic where Crowley delivers the antichrist and then twenty seconds later decides "ok fuck this" and he goes back in to take the kid and run but he finds...two babies. Oh fuck ok looks like he's taking both. He's sure no one will notice if he swaps them with babies from a nearby orphanage- hell doesn't track miracles after all.

What I'm saying is: Crowley and Aziraphale adopt both Adam and Warlock and they don't know which one is the antichrist so they just act with the assumption they both are and the two end up so close anyway that when Adam does come into his power no one can tell which one of them did it.

PART 1&2/?

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Angsty ficlet #💎🌱🌷

Situation: crowley and aziraphale have been drinking, aziraphale yet agains mentions crowley's nature and his " incapacity to love ".

"Why do you look so offended, my dear?" Asked aziraphale breaking the silent.

"Offended, offended? Yeah I guess you can called it that." Snaped crowley

The confused look on aziraphale's face, was the final push down the slide.

"I mean it's not like you have been treating me like I am always here to personally attack you or it's not like you have been putting every fucking problem of this earth on my back just because I happen to be there, and yeah I know I know that what demons do but I was expecting you to understand after a bit... or when you keeped telling every soul that we meet that we aren't friends" crowley's voice began to crack, but he didn't care anymore.

His glasses were giving him enough protection to hide the pain in his eyes and the litteral pain caused by the liquid that had started to gatter up in his eyes.

" but the worst the worst is that even after everything, the 6000 years, the armageddon and the trial.. you still think I don't-"

his eyes really burned and he had to closed them, make the red liquid run out of his eyes onto his cheecks.

" that I don't care, that I don't cherish you, that I don't love you " he shouted, the blood had reached his jaw and dripped on the floor.

Aziraphale look mortified, he couldn't know if it was because of the blood or his words.

" I never meant to fall, I never meant to be a demon " crowley rubbed off the blood off his face and stand straight.

he started to walk to the door, as he was about to pass it, he stopped and hoped

But nothing happened, the demon disappeared in a sob.

Aziraphale had forgotten to breath.

Tear were running down his face, he couldn't think. This was to much. He remembered every interaction he had with crowley.

The demon had always been there for him .The angel couldn't believe his eyes, crowley had taking out his heart so many times and every time aziraphale had stepped on it like it was nothing. He had pushed him away so many times, that had been the final one....

Should I continue this?

Okay I did, here is part 2

The battle after Armageddon - part 6

Whatever happens, for good or for evil, we are beside you.

This has been great fun, making a short story about the End of the World. What Aziraphale say to Adam, and what he always know about God, is that fate has a funny way of putting people/angel/demon in situations no one wished for, but in the end wouldn't wish for it to be any other way.

Part 5

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The battle after Armageddon - part 5 I thought I'd never be able to see you again, my dear P/s: this was supposed to be two chapters, but i'

An Ineffable Plan, Part 2

What if God had a corporate form? What if God had been more easily accessible during the Almost Apocalypse? What if Aziraphale and Crowley had a direct line to The Almighty?

Well, buckle up kiddos, we’re about to find out.

Just a fun bit of fanfiction for my own amusement. Don’t know how many parts there’ll be. Can be found under the tag #an ineffable plan

Word Count: 1,044

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

“Well that went down like a lead balloon.”

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Yes, it did rather, Aziraphale thought glumly as he slipped the last stone into the wall separating the Garden of Eden from the outside world. Bloody demon – now why did he have to go and do that? Aziraphale had been quite happy as a gardener. He would have been quite happy as a gardener for the rest of eternity.

(This is, in fact, not true, but Aziraphale was at this point unaware of the bastardly streak in his nature which made him so unsuited for such a quiet life.)

But no, now he had to go and be an angel incarnate on earth to prevent Lucifer getting his hands on humanity, by order of the Archangel Gabriel himself. It all sounded very strenuous and not at all relaxing, which irritated him greatly as, above anything else, Aziraphale liked to be relaxed. Again, he cursed the demon. What had his name been? Ah yes – Crawley.

“Aziraphale, Angel of the Eastern Gate.”

Oh Heavens. If Aziraphale hadn’t just slotted the last stone into place, he most definitely would have dropped it on his foot.

“Yes, my Lord?”

The Almighty wasn’t corporate this time. It was very unusual that She met an angel face to face, generally preferring to spend her infinite existence as a disembodied voice. It was an odd voice, one that could never be replicated – you seemed to hear it in the centre of your bones.

“Aziraphale, where is the flaming sword that I gave you? To guard the gate of Eden?”

The angel swallowed. His throat felt unbearably tight all of a sudden. “Sword? Right, um… Uh… Big, sharp, cutty thing, yes. Oh! Must have, uh… must have put it down here… somewhere! Um… Forget my own head next!”

There was an unimpressed silence – at least, Aziraphale thought it was unimpressed. He may have been projecting. It was difficult to read the emotions of a beam of light pouring down from the sky. And then, almost as quickly as it had appeared, the light went out.

“Oh no,” Aziraphale muttered under his breath. That can’t be good. Would he be fired? Could an angel be fired?

And then – just in front of him, but just far enough away that She seemed almost blurry around the edges – She appeared. She was as he remembered – though it was actually impossible to keep The Almighty’s image in one’s head unless She was directly in eyesight – with dark, curling hair, light grey eyes, and dressed in those billowing white robes. A strong sense of dread washed over the angel as he fell to his knees.

“Your Gloriousness…”

“Rise, Aziraphale,” She said calmly. He didn’t think She sounded particularly angry, but then, he feared, She may have been lulling him into a false sense of security. He gingerly got to his feet as She walked closer towards him.

She smiled, that same serene smile which seemed to have no recognisable emotion behind it. “I assume you’re aware of what Raphael has done.”

Aziraphale did not understand what she meant at first and regarded her blankly for a few moments. “I’m sorry, I’m not following.”

“His temptation,” she said gently. “With Eve and the apple.”

It took him another few seconds before his eyes widened and he had to supress an audible gasp. Crawley. “That was Raphael?”

“Well, no,” She said patiently, again as though reading his mind. “I suppose it wasn’t Archangel Raphael at all, now was it?”

He considered this slowly and not without a great deal of anxiety. So, the demon he had met on the wall was – or, more aptly, had once been – the Archangel Raphael, one of The Almighty’s favourites. The Almighty had had three known favourites thus far, something that no one was supposed to be aware of but that was impossible not to notice. Lucifer had been the first before his Fall. Gabriel was the other. Which, he supposed, explained why She hadn’t gone to war once again with Hell to avenge the corruption of Her humans – She had a soft spot for the snake in question.

Oh Lord, I’ve been fraternising with a Fallen Archangel. I really will be fired. But he wasn’t even a Prince of Hell, he was just a low-level demon! How was I supposed to know!

In the midst of his full-blown panic, he almost didn’t hear The Almighty say, “Shall we go for a stroll, you and I?”

Even when he did hear it, he initially thought he had misheard, but there was his Lord and Saviour, holding out Her arm for him to take. It took a great deal of will-power for him to rest his hand in the crook of Her elbow instead of running off into the desert. She was very short, and he had to hunch slightly in order for the whole situation to work, but he wasn’t about to complain.

“I gather Gabriel has spoken to you about your new mission,” She said airily as they wandered along the wall of the garden. The view wasn’t exactly spectacular – all desert pretty much looks the same, and Aziraphale had spent a good long while now staring at the desert wondering if this angel malarkey was all really worth it – but She didn’t seem to mind.

“Yes – I’m to live on earth with the humans, checking in occasionally with head office, in order to combat the forces of evil.”

“Very good. Hell will have a similar situation going on, of course.”

Aziraphale’s step faltered slightly. He hadn’t considered that. How inconvenient.

“In fact,” said The Almighty lightly, in a way that, had She not been above such things, he would really have described as ‘angling’, “my understanding is that demon will be Crawley. This is rather helpful for you, as you’re already acquainted with him.”

So she did know.

“You might even be a good influence on him,” she continued, before he had the chance to respond.

“But – Your Gloriousness,” he said haltingly, “an angel can’t un-Fall.”

“Can’t they?” She turned her silver gaze up at him, in that way that made him feel like She was looking into his very soul. “Now, whoever told you that?”

Then he blinked, and She was gone.