Choosing Fate

Chapter 1

[A/N]: Hello lovelies! I'm back, sorry for being gone for two weeks. Please enjoy the first chapter and let me know what you think in the comments. Feel free to suggest things for me to add, since I'm really just doing this for fun. Remember that I don't own any of the characters or settings from the original Good Omens book or TV series. Have fun, and don't forget to comment!

'When a demon and an angel love each other very much...' is how the talk Crowley had given the girls started. He knew it was cliche, but he couldn't help himself. His two daughters had immediately covered their ears, both yelling something along the lines of "dad, no!" While Aziraphale scowled at the laughing demon. This was the general family dynamic the Fell household had. Ciara loved it. Sure, she and Avery fought, but that was to be expected of sisters, especially ones who were both a mix of a demon and an angel. They also understood each other better than anyone else could, ever. Part of it was their heritage, but a lot of it just came down to the twin bond. However, despite this deep bond, the two couldn't be more different. Where Avery's wings were soot black, Ciara's were snowy white. Avery's sense of style took after their angelic father, though modified to fit more with a twenty-first century teenager, but Ciara was constantly caught stealing clothes from Crowley's closet and loved anything with a skull on it. Also, Ciara prided herself on being much, much more annoying.

Avery hated her eyes. She hated the way they bulged just enough to look strange. She hated their unnatural yellow color that made strangers stop on the street and stare, and made well-meaning teenagers ask her where she bought her contacts. She hated explaining that they were, in fact, her eyes and seeing the look of disbelief on the stranger's face. Every time she could practically hear them thinking "what a strange thing to lie about". She had a very good reason to have these eyes, however. She was a hybrid, an unnatural combination of angel and demon. And while she hated her eyes, she adored her wings. They were big, soft, and very useful. For example, at this moment Avery was using them to playfully hit her sister, who was holding up her phone out of reach, sticking her tongue out. The girls weren't allowed to fly inside, and she couldn't get a decent air current, so all she could do was jump up and down trying to reach it. Then she heard movement down the hall and had a brilliant idea.
"Dad!" She yelled, looking Ciara straight in the eyes. They had two dads, Crowley and Aziraphale. They always called Crowley 'dad' and Aziraphale 'papa'. Ciara scowled at her sister as Crowley entered the room, looking at the two of them. He spotted the phone in Ciara's hand and smiled, snapping his fingers. The phone immediately appeared in Avery's hand.
"As much as I appreciate a good bit of mischief, you two need to get ready. If you don't hurry up, Angel's gonna have to drive you two to school, and you both know what his driving's like." Crowley said. The girls both nodded, and Ciara groaned.
"Okay, dad!" Avery said, turning to grab clothes. Neither of them wanted to be driven to school by Aziraphale. Crowley may have gone a bit over the speed limit, but Aziraphale never went above 10 mph. His driving was boring even for Avery's taste. So, the girls got ready.

In the kitchen, Aziraphale was humming while frying eggs. Well, not exactly frying. He had never really learned to cook very well, he just miracled away all of the mistakes. Crowley humoured him, pretending not to notice when the angel accidentally turned a dish into something it wasn't supposed to be. Ciara ran down the stairs, followed closely by Avery.
"Good morning, dears!" Aziraphale said, smiling at his daughters.
'Morning, Papa," Avery said in passing, opening the cupboard and pulling out a box of overly sugary cereal, little circles that were basically just flavoured sugar disguising themselves as fruit. Aziraphale grimaced.
"That's not very healthy, button." Aziraphale said, as he miracled the box back into the cupboard. Avery sighed and, staring at her father, opened the cupboard and pulled the box back out. She may have taken after Aziraphale, but she was still Crowley's child. Ciara snatched the box from Avery, grinning devilishly. The two began to argue, soon escalating into a full-blown fight. Crowley walked into the kitchen, standing next to Aziraphale. He put his arm around the angel's shoulder, smiling.
"Can you believe how far we've made it?" The demon asked, playing with one of the angel's curls. Despite 15 years of marriage, Aziraphale still blushed over the slightest thing. It made sense, to him 15 years was like the blink of an eye. The girls stopped fighting for a second and turned to see their parents leaning on each other and blushing.
"Ugh, okay, we're leaving!" Ciara groaned while Avery covered her eyes.

On the bus, Avery couldn't stop fidgeting. She and Ciara hadn't been able to find an empty seat, so she was stuck sitting next to a stranger. She never really talked to people other than her family, for obvious reasons. Her mind was racing. What if they thought she was weird? What if they asked about her eyes? What if they figured out her secret? She kept coming up with worse and worse possibilities until the person next to her spoke.
"Hey, I'm Arren. I haven't seen you before. What's your name?" The person asked. Startled, Avery looked up at them. They had greyish-blue hair that looked like it had once been ash blonde. One side of their head was shaved, while the rest cascaded over the other side in curls. They had dark eyes and medium brown skin. If Avery had tried, she couldn't have figured out if Arren was a boy or a girl, though such things didn't really occur to her. She hesitated, then reached out her hand to shake Arrens, a habit she got from Aziraphale.
"My name is Avery." She said, smiling a bit. Arren looked at her strangely. Avery realized that she had come off far too formal. She pulled back her hand quickly, face growing hot from embarrassment. Arren laughed.
"Chill, it's fine. Hell knows I'm pretty awkward sometimes." They said. That gave Avery pause. The only people she'd ever heard use the expression 'hell knows' were her sister and her dad. She looked over Arren, but couldn't find anything strange about them. They seemed nice, and right then and there she decided she would do anything to protect them. She smiled.
"Let's be friends."