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I’ve found a few for you, dear! And here’s a noah’s ark tag if you’d like to find more.

Stowaways by PokeChan

Aziraphale finds Crowley stowed away in the hull along with a few hundred Mesopotamian children ranging in age from infants to teens.

Crowley, in the middle of passing around a bread basket that endlessly refills itself, looks up like a deer in headlights. “Okay, I can explain this…”

All Creatures That Have the Breath of Life by Elsajeni

Aziraphale is lifting off before he's thought about it. His wings are wet, approaching sodden, and he's not at all confident he'll keep aloft long enough to reach the drifting winged body, never mind hauling a half-drowned angel back to the Ark. But... well, you have to try, don't you?

Closer up, when he can see the figure as more than just a shadow against the water, he realizes he's wrong again— the spreading wings are black-feathered. No bird, and also no angel.

Black-feathered wings, and a black robe on a long, lean frame, and long red hair drifting loose in the current.

Oh. Oh, no.

In which an angel (perhaps unwisely) rescues a demon, (probably unwisely) reaches a temporary truce with him, and (definitely unwisely) contemplates his own feelings.

Before the Water Rises by Vitreous_Humor

As Aziraphale walked among the perfumed groves, he held out his hand and the trees he touched went from blossom to fruit with a delighted shiver. It was a sullen kind of rebellion, to spend miracles so frivolously. It was as if he were declaring to the world that the people who weren't on the ark still deserved something good, something precious and divine. *** The water is coming, and on their own, Aziraphale and Crawley have no idea what to do or how to do it. Together, however, things may be a little different.

On A Wing And A Prayer by RainyDayDecaf

For the second time in his eternal life, Aziraphale disobeys the Almighty and saves a child from the Great Flood. Not to be outdone, Crawly saves just a few more.

Chapter: 1 of 1 Ships: AziraCrow (if you squint) Summary: Aziraphale finds Crowley stowed away in the hull along with a few hundred Mesopotamian children ranging in age from infants to teens. Crowley, in the middle of passing around a bread basket that endlessly refills itself, looks up like a deer in headlights. “Okay, I can explain this…”

@rainydaydecaf made a lovely post and I simply had to write a fic about it

He walked up to the new children’s pen and cleared his throat. “Crowley, I-”

“Shh!” Crowley hissed urgently.

Blinking in surprise, because Crowley never shushed him, Aziraphale snapped his mouth closed without thinking.

Crowley was sitting by the gate of the pen, holding a tiny baby in his arms that couldn’t have been more than a few months old. They were suckling greedily on a false teet, milk droplets spilling from the corners of their mouth. It was, and there just was no other word for it, adorable. As if he had heard Aziraphale think such a thing, Crowley scowled up at him.

They both remained quiet until the baby had finished drinking. Crowley patted their back until a satisfied burp burbled forth and they cooed serenely off to sleep. When Crowley made no move to deposit the baby into the arms of one of the older children Aziraphale stepped a bit closer and leaned against the post of the opposite side of the open gate.

“Crowley,” he said, voice a near silent whisper. “What is all of this?”

"COME ON ETHO, WE GOT THIS!!"

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