#memory alteration

There are quite a few. Here's a selection for you...

Extreme Sanctions by cyankelpie (G)

Someone had been erased from the Book of Life, someone important, and the universe was still rearranging itself to fill in the holes. Which meant that, any minute, Crowley could forget he’d ever noticed anything amiss, and everything would be as it had now always been. Or, worse, he could cease to have ever existed. Crowley’s heart pounded. Maybe whoever had been erased had deserved it, or their nonexistence made the world better off. But Crowley didn’t think so. He could feel in his bones that this was all horribly, horribly wrong.

It's a Sad Song (Sing it Again and Again) by AmFrog (T)

Despite everything, Crowley and Aziraphale don't get their happy ending. The Book of Life is opened once more, and Aziraphale's name is wiped away. They start over, and Crowley must bring his angel back again. And again.

Falling through the hours by verovex (T)

Through a renewed Arrangement, seeing how far ‘not talking’ really gets them, and conjuring hesitant, hopeful, mutual daydreaming, Aziraphale is then unceremoniously written out of the Book of Life. Crowley is left with the remnants of being the only one who remembers him, and the chasms of grief it brings are only stifled by how the world that remains would’ve been the image Aziraphale had always wanted.

let the sky fall by h0buk0ba (T)

It wasn’t a nice night. None of the nights have been nice lately. He has no idea how many of them have passed, but this one is especially, most definitely not nice. The thunderstorm has jerked him awake from another nightmare, and for the death of him, Crowley can’t force himself to fall asleep again, not with all these feelings flowing around in him for no apparent reason. So now he lays in bed trying to remember why he had saved the Earth from Armageddon while the heavy rain slashes violently at the glass of his windows, reminding him of the Ark. He can’t come up with a single reason. ----------- Or: something very good is gone (or has actually never existed), and no one knows why; Crowley has always been alone, except he hasn't, but he has

Something Missing by fishey_me (T)

"See, I manage the records in Heaven, and I found a… problem. They're… wrong?" Crowley blinked. "You're asking me?" "Yes. No. No, sorry. It's hard to explain. I think there's been a murder. In Heaven." He sat straight up. "A what?" Or: Aziraphale gets erased from the Book of Life. Can a Crowley and Muriel who never knew he existed solve the mystery of what happened and save the lost angel?

go on, go on and disappear by junoshusband (T)

"That went down like a lead balloon," he mused to himself. No answer. There really should've been somebody guarding the greyish stretch of bricks. There were angels positioned at the northern, western and southern gates, but not the eastern. Like a compass She had forgotten to finish. But the Almighty always finished what She started; it was the entire reason he was here. Extreme sanctions. Just something made up to scare the cherubs. But Michael wasn't bluffing about erasing Aziraphale from the Book of Life. And — selfish motivations or not — the Metatron was too late to save him. His name, and 6000 years of life, went up in flames. What changes when such an ancient being is erased? What happens when Crowley loses his best friend and doesn't even know about it? Most importantly, how is he going to get him back?

Are We Meant to Read the Footnotes? by RiaTheDreamer (T)

After Aziraphale’s decision, Crowley chooses coffee, not death. Life goes, painfully, on, and Crowley does his best to adapt to his new lonely existence. It hurts. Until it suddenly doesn’t. Someone has opened the Book of Life and erased Aziraphale’s name. Old habits kick in, but how can Crowley save someone whose existence has been destroyed and forgotten?

I won't get rid of anything recent.

Y’shtola had been in the aetherial sea for an untold amount of time. Her aether had melded and separated with hundreds if not thousands of souls. As she attempted to cling to her consciousness she felt an odd presence touch her own aether. Her soul felt sculpted and molded by this brush with another soul. Y’shtola had been here for a long enough time that her mental image of herself was strong enough that her aether could not be modified by any aetheric entity. However what Y’shtola did not consider was that this was no simple aetheric being, this was a devious voidsent from the 13th also known as the Void. It was simply known as a Stupifier. 

The voidsents nature is such that it turns unsuspecting people of the Source into empty vessels for it to influence and control. The more and more the voidsent brings under its yoke the more powerful it gets until it transforms into its final form an Incubus Madonna. While only one Incubus Madonna was ever recorded on the Source it was a terrifyingly powerful beast that took the might of the Garlean empire's finest warrior, the Black Wolf Gaius van Baelsar to defeat. However that victory was well hidden by the Garlean empire and was kept under wraps by the empire, keeping even the most studious Archons in the dark, Y’shtola included. But overconfident as she was, Y'shtola thought nothing of it, as her aetheric mental image was slowly twisted by the Stupifier. Y’shtolas mind drifted as she remembered one cold night in Sharlean where she had looked for a quiet place to read a text book when she saw a young woman use a spell to grow a massive cock and masturbate in the bushes of the Studium, of course this had never happened to Y’shtola but already the Stupifier was altering the memories of the powerful Archon. As the fake memory continued to play, Y'shtola felt herself grow wet in and out of the fantasy the Stupifier was creating. The “heat” Y’shtola began to feel grew and slowly edited the Scion's mental image of herself.

At first the voidsent made minor alterations, increasing the conjurors bust size by a cup or giving her ass a sizable addition, but then the Stupifier began to make major alterations to the Scion of the Seventh dawn. The voidsent began to fill Y’shtola’s mind with dirtier and dirtier thoughts creating sexuality defining moments from thin air. Next it gave Y’shtola lactating breasts as well as boosting her breast size to be a little bigger than the Scions head. Finally Y’shtola’s intelligence plummeted. 

However the Stupifier made it in such a way that on the surface nothing would seem amiss to Y’shtola, in her mind's eye her body had always been this sultry. Her breasts had begun to leak milk when she reached puberty and so forth. But the Stupifiers greatest power is that of subverting the defenses of the mind. While depleting the smarts of Y’shtola it replaced them with empty information, things like cooking, shopping, ways to masturbate in public without getting caught, and the cherry on top to continue the metal charade, in Y'shtola’s mind her Archon defence the last hurdle a student of Sharlean must overcome to earn the prestigious title of Archon. Was not about aether and its properties but instead how to be a pretty, dumb, braindead whore.

As these false memories began to propagate in the Scions mind Y’shtola began to “remember” these seminal moments as a student of the prestigious Studium. Instead of late nights as a teenager learning from Master Matoya, Y'shtola now remembered reading the pornographic picture books the much more sultry and whorish Master Milfoya had given her. Gone were the enlightening lectures she listened to for hours on end instead replaced with mind bending sex with every single student and faculty member in the Studium.

am rewatching s1 ep1, and just saw the bit where crowley is hinting at—then telling—aziraphale that he could kill the antichrist. (“not even to save everything?”). are you aware of any fics (i suppose they’d be dark) where aziraphale actually does kill the antichrist (adam or warlock)? i know this is incredibly ooc for aziraphale, but an ‘interesting’ thought experiment/‘what if’. (disclaimer that i dont condone murder or the harm of children)

One fic came to mind that explores this idea...

More Perfect by MostDismalFeldsparkle (M)

Every night, huddled in whatever doorway, tunnel, or bench he had found, his reluctantly-sentient shopping-trolley standing guard, Aziraphale had the same dream. He did not dream of shooting the boy, Adam, the only thing he knew about himself, his only memory apart from his name. Although that thought haunted his days, it never bothered him at night. At night, he dreamed of a garden. He stood on some sort of rise, overlooking the garden, lush and green, in a dry and arid place. The sight only made him sad. It began to rain, and the rain was somehow strange and new. Beside him was a fire, a star serpent, a candle. Aziraphale unfurled a beautiful, white umbrella to protect the flame from the rain. And then he woke to the cold.

But I couldn't find any more. Do our followers know of any?

I (28?M) and my best friend (28M) have been very close for years, to the point where when I left our somewhat insular hometown to work as a teacher, he came with me in a supporting role as a freelance engineer (my friend is not correctly certified to work with children himself). However, recently we have been having some issues and I am wondering if I am the asshole in this situation.

honestly it began when I took a fourth student as my apprentice without telling him beforehand, but it was kind of an emergency situation and I really felt for her. In hindsight, allowing them to encounter each other before I could introduce him was probably a mistake. Due to our shared somewhat unique circumstances, this new apprentice (call her C) is not exactly supposed to be apprenticed to me, but I appealed to my superiors and was granted an exception for her case. Since that week was really quite hectic (I am the primary caregiver for four pre-teens) I also neglected to mention this to my best friend.

however, C’s circumstances mean that she is a target for a certain gang that is notorious for being incredibly secretive and violent. During an attack, my best friend had to restrain me from pursuing one of the attackers, which I am very thankful for, but I suspect this incident has given him a flawed view of my reasons for taking in C and my motivations in our subsequent argument.

I had to receive medical attention after the attack, during which my friend discovered the existence of this secret.

I must preface this by saying that my secret is very connected to this gang, which held me for a period of time in my childhood, and has injured me before. My secret also, if looked at in the wrong light, implies a motivating factor towards treason, and the arbiters of justice on this particular act are the ‘Move First, Ask Questions Never’ type. My best friend, in his supporting role, reports directly to this group, so if he is implicated I am afraid for his safety.

Despite this, my best friend confronted me about this secret, and was angry with me for not telling him beforehand, even though he could (and most likely would) be seen as a coconspirator if he had known. Admittedly, we have a sort of pact not to keep secrets from each other: I did not think this pact extended to treason. He disagrees and thinks I should have told him anyways so that he could support me.

I have removed the memory of this confrontation from his mind (the act of which is also treason, but not one which he can be implicated in, thankfully) but the issue with my secret is that with time it will become more difficult to keep, although I do intend to.

So, tldr: AITA for keeping a secret so that my best friend will not be implicated in treason and have his entire memory wiped by our force of justice?