GO Thoughts

I wonder if Crowley’s plants know that how Crowley treats them isn’t how he treats everyone else. They’re used to scathing threats and furious glares and screaming to “GROW BETTER!!!” Even though he still takes plenty care of them. They even saw him kill Ligur and scream at and trap Hastur, and it’s not like they have anything else to compare Crowley’s behavior to.

So. How about the first time Aziraphale comes over? They’re shaking, terrified, growing as best they can, and this angel comes over and they’re wondering just what kind of torment Crowley has planned for this stranger. But Crowley doesn’t scream at him, or threaten him, or even glare at him. Doesn’t pressure the angel at all, and it’s the most bizarre thing they’ve ever seen. No, their lord and dictator A.J. Crowley is soft, and loving, and only speaks in quiet tones, even though he’s still his sarcastic, moody self.

Okay, I know this isn’t a topic everyone likes, but I’ve been thinking a lot about this idea. I, for one, think it’s adorable. They’d be excellent, if not slightly stupid parents, and I think it would be lovely to see. But I was thinking about how they would break the news, specifically Crowley, so here’s what I came up with:

He’s a nervous wreck. He’s panicking, and he doesn’t tell Aziraphale right away. He’d noticed a few changes recently- dizziness, gets tired easier, sometimes nausea- but at first he assumed it had to do with being away from hell for so long. He’d kept a close eye on Aziraphale, but the angel didn’t seem to be experiencing any symptoms. He only figured out what was happening when he started getting food cravings. Never, in six thousand years, has Crowley wanted to eat more than he does now, so he took a test. And now he’s freaking out.

Aziraphale noticed something’s different. Crowley’s gained a little weight and seems to be eating more, which he thinks is delightful- he always did think Crowley was a bit too thin anyway. But, the demon also seems a bit jittery, and he’s starting to get worried. Why is Crowley avoiding him? Did he do something wrong? Whatever it is, he’s determined to find out, but he also knows Crowley needs his space. Eventually, if it’s still a problem, he knows Crowley will talk. Until then he’ll just have to wait and observe from afar.

And oh boy, does Crowley need space. He needs time to think, he needs to come to terms (ha!) with what is happening, because this is BIG. He knows, eventually, he and Aziraphale would’ve talked about having a baby someday, but he didn’t expect it to be so soon. Now he’s having all these doubts, constantly overthinking, extremely overwhelmed. What will this baby be like? Do they even know how to take care of one? Crowley’s a demon for someone’s sake, how good of a father could he possibly be? What if he hurts the baby? What if Heaven or hell comes after them and their child gets caught in the crossfire? That’s the thing that scares him the most. He loves Aziraphale so much, and despite his fear, he knows he’ll love their child just as intensely.

It all comes to a head during their next date at the Ritz. Aziraphale’s ordered his usual, and Crowley gets the same cause he’s not as familiar with the menu. Then the waiter comes and asks what kind of wine Crowley wants. Crowley says no. Crowley says no to alcohol, and Aziraphale nearly discorporates from shock and trying to figure out why. Never once in six thousand years has Crowley refused his precious alcohol, and now he’s really worried. He looks closer at the demon, seeing how pale and shaky Crowley is, the way he’s holding his stomach like he’s queasy, and how on earth did he not notice it before? Is Crowley sick? Clearly something’s wrong, and he won’t stand for it!

He decides right then and there that he can’t wait for Crowley to say something anymore. He needs answers, now. He refuses to watch Crowley not take care of himself, especially since he knows the demon has trouble asking for help. So he waits till after dinner. They get in the Bentley to drive home, and for some reason Crowley’s driving at a significantly slower speed, more like sixty instead of ninety mph. Aziraphale asks point blank what the matter is, and Crowley nearly plows into a stop light.

He pulls over. Aziraphale waits for an answer. Crowley’s shaking, the poor bean, and the nervous butterflies combined with morning sickness has him lurching out of the car to vomit. Aziraphale gets out too, rubs Crowley’s back, whispering comfortingly to him until Crowley’s nausea goes away enough for him to speak, and he just can’t keep it a secret anymore. He blurts out ‘I’m pregnant!’ and Aziraphale stares, like he doesn’t understand what he said.

Then I thought about Warlock, and Adam in comparison. Warlock was thought to have been the anti-Christ. By two idiots, yes, but the thing about his character is that he’s always moody, on his phone, etc. But he’s not the anti-Christ. Then think about Adam, the boy who loves the outdoors, who socializes with friends, runs through nature, looks for all the world like the sweetest, most innocent kid ever. And he’s the anti-Christ. Like I said it’s a bit far-fetched, but it seems like a subtle jab at that stupid phone-mental health stereotype, and further still, that people are so much more than their first impressions.

People aren’t what you expect them to be. In order to know who they truly are, you have to look deeper.

We all need an Aziraphale in our lives.

Naturally, since I also have an unhealthy hyper fixation on GO, I can only apply this to Crowley- *braces for tomato projectiles* I’M SORRY!!!

Of Stars And Meteorites

Summary: He's the meteorite to his angel's stars, but the pain of falling is always worth the beauty.

Words: 1,313

Tags: Crowley, Aziraphale mentioned, Crowley loves Aziraphale, Drabble, Mentioned God, Crowley was Raphael before falling, He/him pronouns for Crowley, He/him pronouns for Aziraphale, Crowley’s fall, Crowley created the stars.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25160404

Now imagine this. It’s after the apocadidnt, they’re finally free to be together. They’ve finally started openly showing affection, behaving like a real couple does. And Azi remembers the flask. He asks for it back- Crowley doesn’t need it anymore, not when he has Aziraphale to protect him now. Crowley’s claim that he ‘used it already’ throws him for a heart wrenching loop. All the worst images come to mind. When? Why? Was it an attempt? How is he alive? He’s in shock, all these thoughts of Crowley being depressed and alone taking over, and naturally he internalizes that feeling of guilt, and it takes quite an effort on Crowley’s part to calm him enough to give him an explanation. By the time he’s done, Aziraphale couldn’t care less about the fact that Crowley killed Ligur with it, he’s just glad that something hadn’t happened to make Crowley use it on himself. That’s the only thing that matters, because Crowley is his world, and he can’t imagine living without him.

The one where Crowley’s some kind of acrobat or trapeze artist. Incredibly talented, freakishly flexible, hand/eye coordination through the roof, can do so many incredible things. He fell once as a kid, which has left its scars, but he works hard to make up for it. He loves being in the air, doing what he does best, and he loves his circus family.

Aziraphale, naturally, is a magician! Incredibly talented and witty, fooling even the cleverest of people. He loves making children happy. Loves the look of wonder in people’s eyes when he does something outrageous. Maybe he even trains with birds! He grew up in a strict religious family, but ran away when he was a teenager when his parents rejected him for being gay.

Maybe he’s kept some of his religious conditioning. Aziraphale gets flustered around this devilish acrobat, but won’t let himself admit that he loves him. Crowley, in turn, is hopelessly in love with the caring, soft magician that loves to brighten people’s days. Maybe an incident happened, where he came on too strongly, and Aziraphale’s reaction scared them both away from each other, so now he pines from afar.

And other characters can be added too! Madame Tracy as a fortune teller. Newt, of course, as a clown. I thought Anathema could be a fortune teller too, but with madame Tracy already in the position, maybe she’d be better suited to being Crowley’s partner, another acrobat. She ‘curses’ people though. A hilarious string of coincidental misfortunes happening to any person she curses. Shadwell would be some kind of lion tamer, he has that whole tough guy general vibe anyways.

Guys I’m going to write a fic about this someday. I don’t know how to write long ones yet, cause I’m a horrible plotter, but still. This idea is too good to give up and I really love it.

Imagine majestic white wings, thin but spanning far, feathers soft but firm to match his personality as an angel. Kind but hard working hands, always the most efficient at whatever they’re doing. He’d have been considered one of the most reliable angels, always somewhat serious and steadfast like he is as a demon, but not incapable of having fun. A brother. Someone other angels looked up to.

I imagine he Fell for saying something he shouldn’t have, to the wrong person maybe. Usually he’s very good at keeping secrets, but with the First War breaking out, his loyalties are divided. Friend vs friend, one side planning the rebellion, the other planning to squash it. Eventually he’d overhear something important, and he’d have to choose. So he did. He helped the rebellion, betrayed against his better judgement. So he Fell, and became a bullfrog to fit his crime of blurbing. Always croaking, searching for flies of information, twisted to fit his new nature as a demon.

Every character in this show is so interesting to think about. Even if it’s not true, I love that we can fill in the blanks ourselves and it still makes sense.