25 Aug 2019
Crowley would have liked to think that he handled the beginning of Armageddon with a poise and dignity befitting the Serpent of Eden. Unfortunately for Crowley—and, in many ways, for Aziraphale—that wasn’t what happened.
The truth was: He had panicked.
“You what?” Aziraphale hissed, horrified eyes fixed on the wicker basket that hung limply from the demon’s hand.
Crowley swallowed around the lump of dread that had lodged itself in his throat and repeated, “I may have stolen the Antichrist.”
- Part 1 of Raising Adam
09 May 2020
Aziraphale wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting to find when he stepped into the nursery, honestly. There were several viable scenarios that he could imagine but none of them included stepping into the room to find Adam asleep in his crib with a large, black snake curled around him in a protective knot.
- Part 2 of Raising Adam
22 Jun 2019
“Oh dear, this form is asking for a last name,” Aziraphale said suddenly and Crowley looked up from the calatheas he had been terrorizing.
He thought he had seen a leaf spot and had been working himself up into a proper snit when Aziraphale had spoken. The angel was frowning down at the paperwork through his reading glasses, a soft crease between his eyebrows. Beside him, Adam was messily gumming on Cheerios in his high-chair.
“Just use Fell like you normally do,” he grumped. He was crouched over the calatheas, thumb gently tracing along the edge of one striped leaf as he looked for imperfections. The plant was trembling.
“A last name for Adam.”
- Part 3 of Raising Adam