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Crowley/Nanny Ashtoreth Headcanon

After rewatching the show and focusing more on the character(mostly Aziraphale and Crowley) instead of the plot. I realized that Aziraphale and Crowley switched jobs that they would presumably do much better. Angels are usually perceived as kind, loving, and nurturing so it would be assumed that Aziraphale would do well taking care of a child. While Crowley, whose hobby is taking care of plants, would work well as the gardener. That made me wonder why their roles were switched. Maybe Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett thought it would be a funny thing to write or if there was something deeper.

Personally, I think Crowley made the decision to be the nanny because he had a natural connection with kids. Compared to most demons, Crowley is more mischievous with his work, similar to children that play pranks. I also headcanon that Crowley has unresolved trauma from his Fall because he saw God as a parent. This further convinces me of my opinion. Maybe Crowley sees himself in children- innocent and curious who are susceptible to “bad crowds” and suffering. With Aziraphale, I think he likes kids but would feel uncomfortable taking care of them because he seems to prefer being on his own reading books or enjoying a meal with Crowley. Plus, taking care of plants would be easier since he can miracle them to be healthy if he messes up.

Present for nanny

warlock got stood up at his first school dance :(

Adopting Warlock this, adopting Adam that. Where's my fic where Crowley delivers the antichrist and then twenty seconds later decides "ok fuck this" and he goes back in to take the kid and run but he finds...two babies. Oh fuck ok looks like he's taking both. He's sure no one will notice if he swaps them with babies from a nearby orphanage- hell doesn't track miracles after all.

What I'm saying is: Crowley and Aziraphale adopt both Adam and Warlock and they don't know which one is the antichrist so they just act with the assumption they both are and the two end up so close anyway that when Adam does come into his power no one can tell which one of them did it.

Merry Antichristmas :)

oh hey it’s august 20 happy birthday to adam young, warlock dowling, and greasy johnson!

Sorry this is a day late!

Ineffable inktober day 24-kiss

"Awwww just a little smooch for your best friend on his birthday. Please?" Adam put on his best pair of puppy dog eyes. Warlock rolled his eyes.

"What makes you think I would do that?" Adam looked legitimately sad for a moment and Warlock panicked. He sighed and walled up behind his roommate. A quick kiss was planted on Adam's cheek.

"Happy birthday!" Adam put his hand on his cheek and went after Warlock. He wanted more kisses.

Ineffable inktober day 3-hug

This is the closest I've ever come to crying while writing something.

4 times Warlock needed a hug +1 time he got one

1.

Warlock was three years old. He had just woken up from a nightmare where a star had fallen and made all the water bad to drink. His parents and his one friend had died and the sky turned red. He had woken up screaming and crying. He hadn't yet learned not to bother his parents, so he ran into his mother's room. She had woken up and scolded him for being noisy before sending him to bed. He hid under the covers until the sun came up. He wanted a hug.

2.

Warlock was four. His mom had just told him that he was going to get a nanny to take care of him. He had been super excited until she had told him that she would be seeing him less. She had expected him to be glad to be more independent, but instead he burst into tears.

"Warlock! You are four! Stop crying like a little girl and act like it." Warlock wanted a hug.

3.

Warlock was eight. He had just spent the morning searching the house for his nanny, to no avail. He rounded his way into the dining room where his parents were sitting.

"Mother, Father, do you know where Nanny Ash is? It's not her off day." He needed to find her. He had made her a pinch pot in art class the day before and hadn't been able to give it to her.

"She's gone. Fired her yesterday. Wasn't much to look at anyway." His father said it so casually it was almost cruel. The woman who was basically his mother, his whole world for almost all he could remember, was just gone. He almost couldn't believe that it could be true.

"What do you mean she's gone? She was off yesterday but that couldn't have been enough time! And why would she leave without saying goodbye? She wouldn't have!" Warlock was on the verge of tears.

"We had her leave without saying goodbye. We thought it would be for the best." His mother looked at him with pity in her eyes before turning back to her breakfast. "We'll be getting you a tutor. Now go to your room." Warlock waited until he was safely under the covers before he started crying. He felt a deep ache in his bones. He needed someone there. Someone to comfort him. Someone to give him a hug. How he wished for a hug.

4.

Warlock was eleven. His tutors were leaving him and he was going to a boarding school. He was in a familiar position, sobbing under his covers. There were moving boxes in a corner that he was supposed to be filling with his stuff. Anything he couldn't bring with him was going into storage. He had no place here anymore. His tutors, the ones that had been teaching him for three years, had suddenly quit the day before his eleventh birthday. He had liked them. They had eaten dinner with him sometimes when his parents didn't want to see him. They had even patched him up after he had fallen in the duck pond. He thought that they liked him too, but he must've been wrong. No one stayed. Not even his parents wanted him. They were sending him away! They were turning his room into a sewing room. They hated him and he didn't know why. If he knew why then he could fix it. He could at least try to. But no one would tell him why they didn't like him, not really. His mother didn't like it when he acted childish, so he tried to keep quiet. His father hated when he had 'girlish' hobbies so he took up fishing and hunting. He hated both of those but skeet shooting was fun. He wanted to be enough for his parents. He wanted to be good, to be wanted. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't make people like him. Other kids could. Other kids had parents that loved them and wanted the best for them. Other kids didn't have to be perfect for their parents to even glance their way. He cried harder. He just needed one person. He would be fine with that. He really didn't need much, just one person to love him and give him hugs. God, a hug soulded great right now. He didn't deserve that though. He was undeserving of any love or affection, but still he craved it. He mindlessly grabbed into his nightstand drawer until his fingers found something sharp. Blood will help. It always does.

+1.

Warlock was nineteen. His stint at school had ended. His mother had called him that morning to say that he wouldn't be coming home, and that instead someone would be coming to pick him up. He didn't know why he was expecting something else. He looked up as an old Bently roared into the schools drive. A man got out and looked at him.

"Hey Warlock. Ready to go?" The man was strangely familiar. It took Warlock a moment, but he finally got it.

"Nanny Ash?" His eyes filled with tears as Nanny opened his arms. Warlock hugged him as tight as he could. "I thought I would never see you again."

"I'm back now. You're gonna come live with me for as long as you like. Now get in, I've got a lot to tell you." Warlock gave him one last squeeze before getting into the car. He loved getting hugs. Nanny made it clear that there were plenty more to come.

It's canon that when Warlock was little Crowley would sing to him, so I bet Warlock heard Queen all the time.

Warlock goes to school one day humming Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy.

At some point Crowley heard Dear Winter by AJR and changes it to be 'Dear Warlock'. They sing it together whenever Warlock is upset.

Warlock: Do you have a favorite saying?

Aziraphale: Yes

Warlock: What is it?

Aziraphale: If at first you don't succeed, have some cake.

Warlock: I see. Does it work?

Aziraphale: Everytime

Warlock: I think, you believe in me more than I do

Crowley: You'll catch up. Life is difficult, but you are loved.

Crowley: Aw you have a crush on me. How cute!

Aziraphale: Crowley, we are married and we adopted three kids.

Crowley: Still cute.