Summary: Lucifer/Good Omens X-over; It was his best kept secret, his angelic name. He'd never spoken it aloud, not after the fall. How could he? When his favorite amongst his brothers had fallen into a fit of madness and his own heart was fit to breaking? Twenty-five years after Armageddon't, he and Aziraphale find themselves thrust into the path of not only the devil and his humans, but the divine goddess, herself. And the secrets she knows will be enough to turn the world on its head and make everyone question what they thought they knew of the demon named Crowley.
Pairing (s): Crowley/ Aziraphale; Lucifer Morningstar/Chloe Decker; Dan Espinoza/ Charlotte Richards
Tags: Torture/ Aftermath of Torture; Crowley was Raphael; Biblical references; Blasphemy; Angst with a Happy Ending; Mother Bear! Crowley; Protective! Aziraphale; Protective! Charlotte; X-Over: Post Canon- Good Omens; Season 2 Au! Lucifer: More to be added as they appear
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As a rule, Crowley tended to stay far away from the Americas.
There had never been any particular reason for it, if he were being honest, however when they'd started burning people at the stake he made it his business to stay as far away as possible. A policy he'd never redacted, even when things had calmed.
So why was he choosing to break that rule now?
Well, it was multiple things if he were being honest.
One.
After the Apocalypse-that-wasn't, he'd returned to Warlock, missing the child that had been his charge for so long. The boy had been ecstatic to see him, his parents even more so, and it had been so easy to slip back into the persona of Nanny Ashtoreth, that he's almost forgotten he hadn't been her in months.
Two.
He'd made the mistake of introducing Warlock to Adam, hoping the two boys would get along. Aziraphale had been hesitant, but had relented when the boys got along swimmingly…perhaps even too well. It had made it easier to watch over them both and Deidre Young had been happy to find a new babysitter for both Adam and his sister Sarah. This arrangement worked for over five years, until, just after the boys' sixteenth birthday he'd caught them kissing. Needless to say that they were still together and happy.
Three.
Aziraphale had asked.
No, really, that was what this had all boiled down to. Warlock and Adam had gone to the angel and asked if they'd accompany them to America to visit Anathema and Newt, and their daughter, Ella. When the ethereal man had protested, saying how much Crowley hated to go there, they had given twin smiles and nodded.
"We know, that's why we asked you."
Unable to say no to their hopeful looks, the angel had done as they bid.
Which led to where they were now.
Sitting first class on a plane, a sulking demon glaring out the window, while his angel and their godchildren talked in soft tones beside him.
A gentle hand curled around his own, comforting and warm and his lips twitched into a tiny smile.
Although, if it made them happy, he knew without a doubt he'd break every rule there was.
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It was the squeal that caught their attention.
Now, they were all used to Ella getting excited over things, the happy yells she gave when she found something new, and the eager babble she exuded when something exciting happened, but this-
This sound was something else entirely.
It was a sound of pure job and the excitement of seeing someone you hadn't seen for a while. One that said everything was going better than you'd ever expected it to be going.
"Ella?" Chloe asked and the girl looked up from her phone beaming.
"Sorry, its just- my godparents are coming to visit! I can't believe Zira got Uncle Tony to agree, he hates coming to America! My godbrothers are coming too!"
The blond smiled. "That's great! When will they be here?"
"Well, Warlock text me and mom before they left, so they should be landing in a few hours. Tony said they'll head to mom's first."
Lucifer gave the girl an indulgent smile. "You should bring them by Lux, Ms. Lopez. What says family bonding like visiting the best bar in the city."
She grinned. "Yeah and you and Uncle Tony can bond over your mutual dislike for religion!" She pursed her lips. "Honestly, Zira won't go. He doesn't like clubs that much; says they play too much 'bee-bop'."
The devil frowned in offence. "I would never play bee-bop in one of my clubs."
Dan snickered as he walked over. "What the hell is "bee-bop"?"
Ella shrugged. "I have no idea. Uncle Tony aid to just ignore it cuz Zira doesn't like anything made after 1925."
Chloe raised an eyebrow then shook her head, turning everyone's focus back to the case.
"Well then, lets get this solved so that you can be done in time to meet them."
Everyone nodded, and Lucifer frowned once they turned away, wondering idly why those names had struck an odd chord within him.
Old lover perhaps?
He thought then shook his head.
Nah, probably coincidence.
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"You grew it out!"
Crowley flushed slightly at Anathema's words, fighting not to run his hand through his long scarlet curls, which he'd pulled back into a messy tail, a few thick locks free to frame his face.
The young witch was just as beautiful as she'd been all those years ago, her own dark lock only just showing signs of aging despite her nearing her early fifties. Faint wrinkles crinkled the corner of her eyes, but her lips were stretched into a warm and welcoming smile, her husband wearing a similar smile beside her.
Like his wife, the young man seemed to have aged well, his curly hair peppered silver and his eyes still gentle.
"I did. Like it?"
Anathema nodded, winding her arm through his. "I do! It suits you. So how did Zira and the kids convince you to leave England for the dastardly Americas?"
He blushed, listening as Newt greeted Zira and their boys. "Honestly? He asked."
The witch giggled, kissing his cheek. "Sounds about right."
His blush darkened. "Shaddup."
To the surprise of everyone, him and the "book girl" had become close friends. She got his sarcasm and he still owed her for finally encouraging him to tell Aziraphale how he felt. She felt like a younger sister at times and he had been honored when she had named him the godfather of all three of her children. Speaking of…
He glanced around and faint frown crossed his lips.
"Where's Ella and the boys?"
"Ella is working. Jay moved to San Francisco with his wife and Rico has a shop downtown. How's the shop?"
He'd opened a plant nursery across from Aziraphale's bookshop, mostly to have something to do when the angel was "working" and had quickly gained a reputation for his amazing plants. However, those who bought his plants also knew that if they weren't treated right, he would know and the hell he could wreak was unparalleled. Adam still laughed every time another rumor surfaced about the "Plant Devil of SoHo."
"Its going great. I have a shipment of Turkish roses coming in and I can't wait. They're just in time for the wedding season."
She smiled indulgently. "How many requests have you gotten so far?" She asked, placing a steaming cup of tea in his hand. He blinked, startled, only to find that everyone else already had a cup… and that his angel was watching him with a soft expression, Adam and Warlock preoccupied with Newt talking about his company's latest developments. It had come as a surprise that the man who was so helpless around computers had become one of the leading developers of firewall security, but Adam had admitted that he'd fixed Newts skill with computers because the man seemed to like them.
"Oh," Ana's soft exclamation drew his attention back to her and he raised an eyebrow. "Ella is going out with a few of her co-workers to a club to celebrate their latest case. She wanted to know if you wanted to come."
He glanced at Aziraphale who smiled. "I'll catch up with little Ella, tomorrow, my dear. I don't 'club'."
Adam and Warlock shrugged. "I don't really like clubbing either," the former asked. "But Lock'll go. I'll go stay here with Zira and catch up with Ana and Newt."
Nodding the demon glanced at his other charge, who hummed. "Time to get ready?"
He nodded and after exchanging a few pleasantries with the others, they stood and left the room.
Behind them, Ana heaved a soft sigh, remembering the name of the club owner her daughter had befriended.
She could only hope that Crowley would think before he reacted.
Still…she doubted it.
After all, when it came to the children he'd claimed as his own, the demon had never been the think then act types.
She couldn't help but wonder just how her daughter would react knowing that she was friends with the actual devil.
Things were certainly going to get interesting.
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Dan had never really though about Ella's family beyond his meeting with her brother, and he couldn't help but think that he probably should have, if only so he wouldn't be so surprised. The two men walking towards them were so far from he'd expecting that he had no idea what else to think.
The first was young, in his early thirties or so, his dark blond hair cropped, and his blue eyes dancing. His skin was tan, just enough to know that he spent a lot of time outdoors, his dark suit tailored to his broadly muscled frame.
Beside him was an older man, his long scarlet hair pulled back in a messy bun, a few thick locks falling into his face. He was thin, but not dangerously so, hips swaying hypnotically as he moved, his skin a few shades darker than the younger. Unlike his counter park, he dressed more like a rockstar, skin-tight black jeans emphasizing shapely hips, a black t-shirt under a tailored blazer that probably cost more than his companions whole suit.
And…he was wearing sunglasses…indoors.
At night.
It was all the cop could do not to snort in derision, especially when Ella lit up at the sight of them.
"Uncle Tony! Warlock!" She cried lunging for the red head. The man caught her deftly, lips curling into an almost reluctant smile.
"Told ya not to call me that, birdie."
'Warlock' snorted. "You know you don't mind, Nanny Ash. You just don't want Zira to think you're going soft."
Dan had a feeling the man was rolling his eyes. "Lies. Lies and slander."
Ella smirked. "But you said telling lies was good,"
"Unless-"
"Unless were talking to Uncle Zira or if we get caught."
'Tony' grinned his teeth seeming unnaturally sharp, before he stiffened pulled Ella closer, turning his covered gaze toward their table, more specifically, Lucifer.
Dan turned, raising an eyebrow when he noted that both Lucifer and Amenadiel were staring at the man with varied expression.
"Crowley?" Lucifer said incredulously, full of disbelief and…anger?
Beside him, Amenadiel's expression was one of grief and pain. "Brother?"
Charlotte's voice drew everyone's attention, as she stood and began to make her way over to the man who faltered back a step.
When she spoke Amenadiel's features crumbled and Lucifer's eyes widened in shock.
"Raphael?"