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Poem Bangkok ‘The Rose of Halefti’

Do you know if there are any soldier or warrion Aziraphale fics around? The concept is he was a soldier prefall due to how in the tv show Aziraphale hints sometimes that he fought in the war.

Possibly ones where nobody knows/hid how powerful and strong he actually is until something happens and he has to reveal it.

The only fic I could find was "Being Gentle" by "Sodium_Azide" but I would like to read more if there are others.

Thanks a bunch! ❤️

Hey! Here are some soldier Aziraphale fics...

Lucky Shot by wyrmy (M)

Crowley makes a few discoveries about Aziraphale's natural physical abilities and starts having ideas about things they might get up to together in the bedroom.

Soldier by lalaland666 (G)

Aziraphale was a soldier. A platoon leader, even. He’d fought in the War, in the Rebellion, and he’d been good at it. Good at fighting. Good at killing. That didn’t mean he had liked it.

Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still by hapax (T)

“I am here,” the Quartermaster said sternly, “about your regimentals.” Aziraphale, regrettably, gaped. “My what?” “Your regimentals, soldier! Or perhaps I should say ex-soldier!” A disgusted sniff. “Deserter, traitor, whatever you like. I’m here to strip you of uniform, rank, insignia, command, any connection whatsoever to the Host of Heaven.” When Heaven restores one of Aziraphale’s repressed memories of the War of the Rebellion, it threatens to destroy the tentative relationship he has begun to forge post-Notpocalypse with his hereditary enemy.

Aim Your Arrow at the Sky by SilverMirror12 (T)

“Aziraphale, they want to kill you!” “Oh good.” Aziraphale turned to look over the horizon Gabriel and Sandalphon had been thrown beyond. “It’s always nice to be on the same page.”

Who Dares, Wins by Santillatron (M)

Aziraphale is an officer in the British Army. He hears about a fellow Brit captured somewhere he shouldn't have been, who is being kept far behind enemy lines and is apparently holding up miraculously well against the German methods of persuasion. He absconds to rescue him accompanied by a small band of men who decide to tag along, and the rest, as they say, is history...

Saunter a Mile in my Shoes by LoveLettersUnsent (T)

In War there are no winners, only losers. It was an eternity ago but Aziraphale and Crowley were shaped by their actions in the First War. They're about to learn first hand what the other did that fateful day - a secret neither has told the other in over 6000 years. Adam was just trying to help, but you know what they say about good intentions... The question is will their friendship survive it? Or will it burn like sulfur for something new to grow in its place? Welcome to the Start times...

And the one you mentioned...

Being Gentle by Sodium_Azide (M)

Principalities are built for war. Only for war. However, as bewildering as it may be, on Earth sometimes peace breaks out. He felt like a siege catapult attempting to skip pebbles on a pond. Aziraphale, a very gentle angel created to defend Eden against all of the horrible might of Hell, does his very best to be soft.