Title: keep on building on the ground
Author: Stratisphyre
Ship: Aziraphale/Crowley
URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21017030/chapters/49985360
Wordcount: 34,126
Summary:
Having kidnapped the infant Antichrist, Crowley finds himself hunted by both sides eager for their war. Desperate, he turns to the only being on Earth who might be able to help him: a Fallen angel playing vintner in Provence.
“I… suppose… you could stay,” he finally murmured. He scraped his teeth over his tongue, as though he’d tasted something nasty. It stuck in his cheeks, even. “This is not a kindness,” he growled at the baby. “This is pure, unadulterated self-interest! I’m going to raise you to lo—” He choked. “Lo— lov— fucking like the world enough not to destroy it.”
Why this fic is awesome:
Ohh this is lovely, I honestly thought I’d recced it before. In this story we see a Crowley who has continued on much the same, except that after Eden he never met Aziraphale again. Floriel, the angel stationed on earth as Crowley’s counterpart is a sickle-wielding punchable wanker of the first order. So, Crowley – although the same in many ways- has continued in the world, loving much of the world, but lonely and distrustful of all occult and ethereal beings.
Aziraphale, as the proprietor of Château de l’Ange Abandonné was exiled to Earth and lives an equaly Aziraphale-esque, but lonely life of his own. (Apart from the heartwrenching memorial room he keeps with green carnations in and a calling card of “Sebastian Melmoth” ohhh Oscar). Until Crowley, on the run from heaven and hell with a baby antichrist shows up on his doorstep.
Bloody, bloody, lovely.
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