"Adam, would you like to help with some gardening?" Adam gave him the sharpest death stare. Aziraphale shivered.
"Why? You're not the boss of me."
"I-I just thought it would be fun." The white haired chuckled nervously.
"Anyway, Crowley would be pissed if anyone touched his plants."
"They are quite lovely." Aziraphale fidgeted, clearing his throat, "I-I'm just going to go take a look..." He slipped into the next room as Adam's attention was back to the telly. He wandered around the room, breathing in the fresh grassy smell, with undertones of lilac and honey. He ran gentle fingers down a particular giant green leaf as he cooed and hummed happily, still amazed by how beautiful the plants are. In the corner of his eye, some of the plants bloomed. Giant pink, blue, indigo, and other colors Aziraphale couldn't name splashed against dark green. A tiny gasp escapes the white haired's throat as blue eyes sparkled with amazement. The walls of greenery shook with what seemed like joy and glee.
A loud scream spooked Aziraphale as a red blur ran past him, shaken yellow eyes stared wide eyed into mirrored blue ones.
"What have you done to my plants?" Crowley yelled at the top of his lungs as he pointed wildly all around the room.
Aziraphale swallowed, clearing his throat, "W-well I was just telling them how beautiful they ar-"
"NOOOOO!" The auburn haired grabbed Aziraphale by the collar and pressing their faces so close, almost nose-to-nose, "They need fear! FEAR! You're going to ruin them!"
"Plants don't need fear, they need nurtu-"
Crowley slammed the white haired against the concrete door, "There's a rule in this houssse that no one EVER TOUCHESSS MY PLANTSS! YOU GOT THAT?" Aziraphale swore he heard hissing as he nodded his head. Crowley let go of his jacket and started to pace around the room, running his hands through his hair. He was going around the room, yelling at his plants but all they did was shake their leaves, seemingly out of spite. The flowers that bloomed sparkled in the sunlight. The auburn haired let out a frustrated growl as he tugged at his hair, pacing the room. Aziraphale looked around the room as he blinked in confusion, swearing that he thought the hissing sound was getting louder.
"What is that sound?" The white haired muttered as he found himself backing up through the doorway, a shiver running down his spine.
"He's doing it again." A frustrated, monotone voice spoke through the hissing sound as Adam stood next to him, a bored expression on his face. A shadow seemed to fall over the room, even though there was still light coming in through the windows. The plants' leaves were shaking violently, seemingly in fear as Crowley slowly sunk to the ground and curling up into a ball.
"What's happening?" Aziraphale swallowed as shadows of slithering snakes covered the walls and floor.
"He's calling the spirits of darkness. I saw him do it once when he burnt some toast."
Aziraphale crinkled his brow in confusion when he noticed a massive snake body taking up most of the space in the room, its tail twitching in annoyance, "Oh good lord..." The white haired found himself automatically shuffling towards the front door while his blue eyes were glued to the shiny ebony scales of the snake. What made him bolt was the ginormous head of the snake rising from the middle of the mountainous muscle; its glowing yellow eyes piercing through his soul. He fumbled with the door handle, feeling sweat drenching through the collar of his shirt as he practically ran out the door. He didn't care which place he ended up in, just that the voice in his head told him to RUN. He stumbled and leaned against something cold and smooth as he bent over, trying to catch his breath as his mind reeled at what he saw. He barely paid any mind to the heavy rain drops soaking deep into his coat as he looked up at the angel statue on top of the fountain, feeling a sort of calmness seep into his pores.
"What have I gotten myself into?" Aziraphale mumbled into the cold marble as he stared into the angel's lifeless eyes.
"Old man?" Adam called from the doorway, his voice slightly distorted from the pouring rain, "I...sorta need your help."
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What Aziraphale first noticed when he and Adam made their way back into the house was the lack of the hissing noise. Everything was still in its place, making it seem like nothing had happened a few moments ago. All he could hear was some silent crying coming from the plant room. The white haired peered into the next room, finding a ball of long limbs, black silk, and messy auburn hair where the gigantic snake once lay.
"Will you help me carry him upstairs?" Aziraphale placed his hands underneath Crowley's arms and Adam took the auburn haired's feet. Crowley was quietly making some groaning noises as his head lolled to the side. The brunette guided them up the hidden stairs and to the second floor. Aziraphale was admiring the many doorways in the long hallway, trying to imagine what were behind all those doors when Adam told him to stop. They were at the end of the hallway in front of a red door. Adam dropped Crowley's long legs and twisted the golden doorknob, revealing a large master bedroom. Aziraphale first noticed how homey it felt, more than the other rooms he had seen. The room was carpeted in this lush, deep maroon that matched the wallpaper. The walls had vintage light fixtures, giving the room a low, warm glow. The bed was king sized with four pillars on each side. A beautiful transparent curtain was splayed over the four pillars, blowing slightly in the breeze coming from the giant window. A brown furry blanket covered the silky dark burgundy sheets.
They moved Crowley onto the plush bed, the auburn haired passed out as Adam sighed, "He'll sleep it off."
"We'll just leave him? Just like that?"
"I am not changing his clothes, if that's what you're askin'." Adam shrugged nonchalantly, closing the door behind him and leaving the white haired standing there, confused. Aziraphale sighed. He couldn't just leave someone laying there haphazardly like a drunk person who didn't bother taking anything off before going to bed. He began slipping off Crowley's black, shiny scaled shoes and placing them neatly at the foot of the bed. Aziraphale mumbled apologies as he slipped off the tight black jacket with a little bit of awkward handling of Crowley's long limbs. After successfully tucking the unconscious man under the softest sheets the white haired has ever felt in his entire life, Aziraphale let out a long breath and sat on the edge of the bed. His fingers moved before he even realized what he was doing and brushed a few locks of hair away from Crowley's sleeping face. The auburn haired looked so much younger without the scowl on his beautiful plump lips. Aziraphale shook his head as he immediately got up, cursing under his breath as he felt his ears burn. With one last look at the still being the white haired quietly excused himself, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
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"Would you like to accompany me to a short walk outside, Mr. Adam?" Aziraphale tugged on his wide brimmed sun hat while grabbing the picnic basket the eggs and bread were in. Adam was reading a couple of books on the couch in front of the fireplace and the white haired was feeling a little claustrophobic. The brunette had a miserable look in his eyes as he closed what looked like a spell book in his lap, torn between looking disinterested and curious of what the white haired was proposing.
"What are you suggesting?"
"Go for a walk in the park or peruse some markets, if you have any of those."
Adam looked back down at the book in his lap with a thoughtful expression on his face, "How about the National History Museum?"
Aziraphale raised a brow, "The National History Museum?"
"You've never been there?"
"I've hardly been to London, so-"
"Then let's go!" Adam jumped up from the couch with a giant grin on his face.
The white haired's eyes grew wide as he never seen the brunette this excited before. Adam disappeared up the stairs, seemingly to his bedroom and came back in less than a minute with a small backpack and a red jacket.
"Come on let's go!" He grabbed Aziraphale's arm and hurriedly ran towards the door, turning the dial to red, the Westminster door. The white haired held onto his hat tight as Adam dragged him out onto the pavement.
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Aziraphale softly smiled as he watched Adam run around the museum, taking in all of the sights. The white haired wasn't used to the massive ceilings and so many people in one place. A warmth spread deep in his chest when Adam grabbed his hand to drag him to one of the exhibits, babbling on as they went about what he discovered.
Adam was about to drag him to another exhibit when Aziraphale shivered, feeling as if someone was watching them. He looked around wildly, trying to find who or what was following them. After a few minutes of seeing many happy children and their parents or guardians roaming the museum floor, he spotted a familiar tall, dark skinned man in an all-black suit walking in between group of people. His gaze wasn't on them, but it still sent shivers down Aziraphale's spine. The white haired gripped Adam's hand and started to drag the boy to an exit-any door to get away.
"Where are we going?" Adam struggled to keep up with the white haired as they weaved through throngs of people.
Aziraphale shushed the brunette, "We have to get out of here. I'll tell you later, but right now we have to go."
Adam spun the white haired around, "We are going the wrong way. Come on." The boy led them around the corner and through one of the rooms that contained some taxidermy animals. Aziraphale could see the top of the tall, dark skinned man's head walking into another room far away from them on the other side of the building, but he didn't want to risk it. An emergency side door was just on the other side of the room and Adam went straight for it.
"But what about-"
"Just come on!" Adam burst through the emergency door. Aziraphale was expecting the alarm to go off, but was pulled through the doorway and out onto a side street before anything can happen. The white haired quickly scanned the area as Adam dragged them both down another side street then out onto the crowded main road.
"I think we lost them." Adam swept his eyes over the many people and cars going about their business, trying to see if there were any suspicious activity. Aziraphale stood next to the boy, hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.
"I'm getting too old for this..." The white haired mumbled as he looked around, still feeling like someone is still watching them niggling in the back of his mind, "Let's go back home. I think we had enough adventuring for one day."
Adam groaned but then slumped his shoulders in defeat, "Ok..."
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Aziraphale was in the middle of cooking lunch when Crowley came bouncing down the stairs, his hair nice and styled and very short with a cowlick on top. The white haired almost dropped the wooden spoon as he felt his cheeks start to burn. He turned his attention back to the potatoes he was roasting in the pan (or tried very hard to) as Crowley sashayed past him.
"If you need me, you know how to contact me." The auburn haired readjusted his sunglasses on his face while he grins at Adam, opening the door to the blue dial: Soho door.
"Why are your ears red, mister?" Warlock piped up from underneath the pan. Aziraphale quickly hushed the fire demon, feeling his whole face, neck and ears burn hot.
"Does he always leave you alone by yourself?" The white haired asked after he willed the blush to go away. Adam shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly as he licked his mint chocolate chip and strawberry ice cream cone he had gotten while they were walking home. It was a little kiosk and Aziraphale felt bad that they had to cut their museum time short so he treated the brunette.
"I don't mind."
"Don't you get lonely?"
"I get the house by myself most of the time."
"Hey, I'm here too!" Warlock piped up from underneath the pan as Aziraphale plated the potatoes then went to heat up the beans from a can he found way in the back of the cupboard; the thick, sweet syrup sizzling in the hot pan.
"Jus' got used to it. S'not all that bad."
"You don't have a family to go to?"
Adam shrugged, "I don't remember much, but Mr. Crowley took me under his wing when I was a baby. I've been with him ever since."
Arms enveloped the brunette into a warm embrace as Aziraphale tried to keep the tears at bay, sniffling uncontrollably, "Oh Adam, dear boy..." Adam squirmed a little at the closeness of the white haired but he let his whole body relax as he allowed Aziraphale to cry on his shoulder.
"Who was following us at the museum?" Adam said after the white haired calmed down, his voice was muffled into Aziraphale's shirt.
"It was G-" His lips magically sealed shut as Aziraphale tried to speak. Widening his eyes in alarm, he took a deep breath and tried again, "It was the w-"
"H-hey old man? You're beans are burning!" Warlock struggled to hold the pan over his head with his tiny fire-y arms.
"Oh dear..."
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Notes:
Sorry for the long wait. Holidays. Brain farts. Accidentally fell in love with an angel in a trench coat and a too-far-in-the-closet-he-could-see-Narnia hunter. Lol. I'm sad I joined the family 15 years too late, but well I refused to watch it earlier and now I'm so sad it's ending... Well anyways going off topic. I'm trying to steer away from going word-for-word. I apologize in the beginning chapters, but I was trying to get a feel on where I was going with this story. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll try to update sooner. Sorry
