Nothing lasts forever and the final Apocalypse can only be delayed for so long.
There is a school of thought that says you cannot fight fate.
And another that claims there's no such thing as predestination, only those powerful enough to make your choices for you - if you let them.
Aziraphale puts both to the test.
Bookmarked by binary_black_hole_inspiral
15 Sep 2019
20 Jul 2012
“You know,” Crowley rasped as he struggled to scrape himself off the ground, “I can't shake the feeling that there must be an easier way to go about this.”
A possible take on the birth of the Arrangement.
What if Aziraphale and Crowley didn't meet until right before the End of the World? The Guardian of the Eastern Gate and the Serpent have kept their distance for thousands of years, only to finally discover, right before the battle, that neither of them is what the other expected.
"I need someone to write me a fic based on a single pun.
Imagine whoever walking on Azira and Crowley just sitting, maybe cuddling/ sleeping on a couch and asking why the H..eck isn’t the angel fighting and smiting the demon. Then someone else (could be Azira - very smugly) answering that Crowley seems smitten enough to him." —fly-out-of-window-hand-in-hand on tumblr
12 Dec 2018
An angel's wings wouldn't do it. Demons still had those, if a bit better groomed.
It would have to be an angel's halo.
But angels were fiercely protective of their halos, with good reason. An angel deprived of their halo would never be truly human, but they couldn't do miracles, and their connection with Heaven, their aura, and their overall strength all heavily suffered. Crowley had heard it wasn't painful, just a sense of weakness and vulnerability that was terrifying for an immortal being. For it to ever happen was rare. Angels who took off their own halos always Fell, humans didn't have what was needed to touch them, and demons would never steal a halo. It was whispered that touching a halo- stealing it from an angel- was the worst death a demon could suffer. Worse than holy water.