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[mizgnomer]

Parallels - Good Omens Seasons One & Two - Part Five

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[ineffableteeth]

At least he has his plants

[fearandhatred]

i really don't know what 'i love you' means. i think it means, 'don't leave me here alone.'

<3

you know it's serious when you start pulling out the kpop song lyrics... caption quote by neil gaiman himself and song by got7

[ninyard]

do you think andrew and aaron talked about his testimony before the trial, like about what andrew was going to say, or did aaron find out the full extent of what happened at the same time the jury did?

hmm. good question. i don’t know! easy answer: no, not at all. i think aaron is completely clueless going into it and every word that comes out of andrew’s mouth on that stand hit him like a fucking truck. i think he holds his head in his hands because he can’t listen to it, it hurts too much, he can’t see andrew like this. andrew doesn’t want him to see him like this. so clinical. so straight forward and honest about his abuse. describing what drake did to him, for so long, and nobody knew about it? nobody had any idea what andrew was going through? yeah i think it really upsets aaron when andrew takes the stand, because he had no preparation whatsoever for what he was going to say. he’s expecting andrew to talk about that night, and then andrew is talking about being 13 or 14 and it’s just. it’s awful.

the other answers:

1. it comes up in their therapy sessions. a week or two before the trial andrew mentions that he’s probably going to get called as a witness and privately he’s already spoken to bee, but in their joint sessions aaron brings it up first. he mentions something about how he’s worried about andrew having to speak about that night on the stand, and how he doesnt know how he’ll be able to sit in that room and hear about what drake did to him for the first time there, in front of the judge, a jury. andrew tells him not to worry, to just cover his ears and not listen. but it ends up in possibly a very loose conversation, andrew telling him what he’s likely going to have to talk about, purely so aaron isn’t sideswiped on the stand.

2. maybe they talked privately about it. they’re both restless and freaking out for the week before the trial and maybe they just catch each other at the wrong/right time and they ask each other what’s going on. aaron tells him everything, blurting the things out that he can’t talk to anyone about, his fears his worries, how he can’t sleep the closer it gets. but one thing he mentions is andrew. and andrew tries to get him to be quiet about it, but aaron keeps going, and he talks about how he doesn’t know what he’s going to do, with andrew up on the stand talking about his abuse, the things he had no idea about. andrew asks him why he’s worried. and aaron looks at him but he can’t look him in the eyes and he’s just like. i don’t know how i’m going to look at you knowing the truth about what you’ve been through. and i can’t hear that for the first time in front of all those people. so maybe andrew alleviates his stress by opening up, by telling him the roundabout truth about what he’s going to have to talk about.

3. aaron’s lawyers tell him. whether andrew would be in the room or not, idk, but they’re talking through their points and they brief aaron on what andrew is likely to be asked. maybe they show aaron andrew’s statements. maybe aaron has to read in andrew own words who drake was to him, and then he has to go out and sit in that courtroom and watch his brother take the stand feeling different about him. knowing too much, but at least knowing what to expect when the prosecutor starts asking questions.

[jeffreyfrancoeur]

do you want your heart broken while colin breaks penelope's by telling her about his literal and figurative scars? i wrote the fic for you!

Summary:

One night before bed, Penelope asks Colin how he got the scars on his back. A discussion of his physical and emotional scars follows. or: Colin Bridgerton telling his wife how he's felt disposable for his entire life.

Notes: This fic discusses in detail how Colin's father whipped him when he was a child, and briefly mentions physical abuse he experienced while at Eton. Please be aware before you go into this fic, as it may be a trigger!

Tags: POV Colin Bridgerton, Character Study, Colin "My Wife" Bridgerton, Penelope "My Husband" Featherington, Married Polin, Pillow Talk, but....emotional pillow talk, Canon Compliant, mention of other Bridgertons, Colin Bridgerton Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Discussion of physical abuse, Colin Bridgerton: How have I felt disposable from the beginning? Let me detail the ways

[dracofeathers]

Calling Fic Writers! Story Idea? -Angst-

If this is already something someone has made, ya'll need to link me ASAP cause its been rotting in my brain all week (if not longer) and I very highly doubt I'd ever be able to write it properly LOL. Art? Maybe...

Please excuse my scatterbrained explanation. I'll probably be adding to this as my little angst-loving brain thinks of more details.

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So, after x amount of time, Aziraphale returns/escapes to the bookshop from Heaven and being Supreme Archangel....just completely defeated, dazed, exhausted and just about broken/verge of breakdown. I've pictured the scene with or without his wings. Crowley and Muriel are there (or at least Crowley) and are understandably surprised/confused.

He just collapses in a sobbing heap muttering and crying "I'm sorry" "Please" "You/we can't do this" "Why" "I don't want to fall" among other unintelligible words, but doesn't seem to quite be with it enough to attempt to explain whats going on. Maybe he'd gain very slight, brief clarity upon seeing Crowley (who has also been a mess), keeps apologizing, begging for forgiveness (from him? Her? Both? Maybe) until finally passing out.

Of course Crowley steps up and tries to take care of him, and figure out whats going on. Because no matter how mad he might get at Aziraphale, how hurt he was by the end of S2, he'll always return and help his angel, because he loves him. Also I'm positive Crowley already knows Aziraphale didn't make that choice easily, that he hurt the angel as well. Bountiful soft, care-taking Crowley here because I live for it.

Eventually when Azi is a bit more stable, (as he would often rotate between quiet desolate/defeated shell shock, and near hysterical crying in fear and grief) Crowley gets bits and pieces of what happened out of him.

The "Supreme Archangel" position was merely a sort of placeholder/fake title, not an actual promotion. Because why would they want to actually give Aziraphale that kind of power to potentially use against them and their plans? He was dangerous enough

The Metatron (and other angels) lied/manipulated Aziraphale the whole time to get him to do what he/heaven wanted. And to of course separate him and Crowley. Possible eventual threats towards Crowley and others to keep Azi "in line". Book of life?

Plans of course include the second coming as it was mentioned, but I'm sure there are others mixed in. More apocalypse starting schemes etc. Never really give the full details and kept the real plans secret. Jesus only mentioned, never seen (very suspicious). Azi tries to investigate but keeps getting interrupted or thwarted. Kept a very close eye on.

Much gaslighting/mental and emotional abuse and manipulation, slowly wearing Aziraphale down in order to break and better control him. No erasing/changing of memories cause its over done to me.

God is still MIA and no one knows whats going on with Her. The Metatron says he speaks with Her, but lets face it he can't be trusted. Definitely scheming on his own with others, maybe Hell as well?

Aziraphale never falls of course, I couldn't do that to our precious angel. He'd be traumatized enough anyway.

Aziraphale tries to be a good angel so bad it hurts, wants to believe in Heaven and "The Great Plan" but is only ever hurt and betrayed for all his efforts up there.

I WILL MAKE THESE TWO WILL HAVE A PROPER TALK I SWEAR

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I just really love hurt/comfort, angst and them taking loving tender care of each other. They would have a happy ending of course. This is how I cope until season 3, don't judge me xD

Also, what I was listening to during this ramble:

[queer-reader-07]

here’s my good omens/aziracrow playlist for anyone interested

i’ve shared it before but i’ve updated it quite a bit since the last share so i figured this couldn’t hurt

it’s a lot of hozier (like A LOT. if you don’t like hozier this is not for you), a sprinkling of soundtrack songs & queen (obviously), and 2 versions of a nightingale sang in berkeley square.

it features laufey, conan gray, regina spektor, and of course the two chxrlotte songs written specifically about good omens

[bandana-enthusiast]

today i learned what the phrase “canary in a coal mine” actually means 😁👍 (i am sobbing)

[writingkitten]

I love this man so much, you don’t understand. He brings me so much joy, so much comfort, makes me feel accepted and loved…

[ghostofchaos-past]

do you also get sad every time you hear A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square by Tori Amos or are you normal

[skyauroka]

HELLO MADE MORE ZEPHAROLD SHIT ITS FLUFFY AND SAD TOO **JUST LIKE THE OTHER ONE**

:33 Laufey ily,,,, ily u too zepharol,,,,,,,

song is Love flew away by LAUFEY‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

@apricot-the-apricat 's OCS Harold - Zephyr

@vannyblutea 's OCS Syv (at the end)

[dont-offend-the-bees]

Quirky representations of dementia should go die actually

[theweirdcobrakaifan]

Why is the song la la land by demi lovato so 80s Terry silver coded like yes babe you wear your sneakers with your white silk gi

Also don’t forget is so terry break up song to John in 85 after John left him

[thehappiestgolucky]

I feel bad for Mer Xero.

His husband just got rescued, now he's stuck only seeing him in the very rare rift until shenanigans stop happening.

Also, if I may ask, is the galaxy team merfolk to, or are they just confused humans wondering what is even happening?

I was gonna do a whole angst thing about Mer Xero missing his husband after things have just gotten ok but yknow what, have one of those very rare rift moments instead

(it’s about knowing his husband is ok even if he won’t be home yet, he knows he’s ok even if he sees markoth only once hES OK-)

Also no, the Galaxy Team are a group of human researchers trying to figure out the giant creatures in the world and why things in the ocean are shifting and then Laventon found the girls and things got more complicated

For the record - only Laventon, Cyllene and Rei know about the the girls (and by extension Markoth) because Cyllene flat out doesn’t trust Kamado with the knowledge yet-

[ratsbanes]

*whispers*

when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (no pressure 🫶).

*whispers*

yes sir o7

feel better by penelope scott

using you by mars argo

me and my husband by mitski (also brand new city)

family line by conan grey

unleash the magic (black metal cover) by elias frost and original by my little pony

and a special shout out to the podcast maintenance phase, the real reason i use spotify

[apileofducks]

I'm told this is life, and pain is just a simple compromise

The first thing Aziraphale realised was that he was falling. Slowly Falling. Almost floating down from the sky. The ironic thing was that it felt almost angelic; peacefully floating in the air.

Or,

Things go badly in heaven. Aziraphale falls, but luckily, Crowley is there to lift him back up

Read on Ao3. word count: 1,376

To put it in Crowley's words: he hadn't meant to fall. He'd just sauntered vaguely downwards. And to make the statement more accurate he hadn't sauntered. Not vaguely nor downwards. Rather he had disagreed with something. It's not to say he said *no* to this thing. Of course not, Aziraphale would never say *no* not to any heavenly plans (well not directly at least). He'd just suggested that maybe, given the state of Earth's recent affairs, that this wouldn't actually work the way they wanted it to work.

Saying that suggestion didn't go well was an understatement. He should have known it wouldn't have gone well. He *should've*. But he's the supreme archangel, they should've at least listened to him. Of course they didn't listen. They never listened. Not to him.

Why would they ever listen to him? He was *soft*. He enjoyed food and books and watching humans. He enjoyed mundane things like sitting, listening to music, hot chocolate, *and dancing*. Though he didn't tend to think about that last one anymore. *Angels don't dance*. Angels never dance.

Except Aziraphale did dance. He loved dancing. He missed dancing. He missed the gavotte and the bookshop ballroom. He missed dancing with… Well that was something he didn't want to think about.

Thinking about that caused him to spiral. Thoughts of dancing spiralled into thoughts of Crowley and then suddenly he was being engulfed by thoughts of what he left, who he left, where he left them. Thoughts of Earth. The Earth that definitely not ready for what heaven had planned for it.

That's what started this. Earth was not ready for their plans. Aziraphale knew that. He thought *they* knew that. And if they didn't understand that yet he thought they would at least try and listen to him. That's what they hired him for; his expertise. But what a naive thought that was he supposed that was. They didn't want his expertise and they definitely didn't want *him*. What they wanted was him *out of the way*. Out of trouble. Within their eyesight. Why didn't he expect that? He could hear Crowley's voice in his head saying "I told you so angel". God did he miss Crowley. But here he was in this mess. He'd disagreed and now he had to reap what he'd sown, what he's done to himself for being so naive.

To Aziraphale the current situation was unfair. Gabriel got a trial for outright saying no to something. Albeit it wasn't the fairest trial. But he had straight up said no. No easing them into it , no assurance that it still would happen. And he ended up getting to spend his time with the person he loved. Aziraphale was polite about it. Aziraphale was merely suggesting they postpone it a little. Aziraphale was going to be cast down to hell for a *suggestion*. A fucking suggestion.

But maybe he had done something wrong. Maybe casting him down to hell was a necessary action. Something that was for the greater good. Maybe he'd missed something and actually he deserved this. Maybe this was them being nice to him. He didn't want to believe that Heaven was this cruel.

Fuck. If they were, that meant Crowley was right. That meant he had only made things worse. That meant he couldn't change things.That he hadn't changed things. He'd left Crowley for no reason at all. Now that was a painful realisation. It spiralled around in his head. And as it spiralled he began to feel numb

Then he felt dizzy.

Next he felt ill.

And finally his vision went black .

The first thing Aziraphale realised was that he was falling. Slowly Falling. Almost floating down from the sky. The ironic thing was that it felt almost angelic; peacefully floating in the air.

This wasn't what he had imagined falling to be like. Crowley always made it sound so metaphorical. Like he happened to walk down the wrong staircase or take a wrong turn. In some ways Aziraphale supposed he had.

The other way he'd pictured was a fast paced drop. One that would shatter all your bones on impact . One that would slowly destroy you. Rip at your skin, or give you friction burns . One that would claw at every part of your body till it just stopped. And then it left you writhing in agony.

But this. This was nice. Pleasant. Peaceful. Aziraphale could almost feel himself drifting off. He didn't normally sleep but this felt like it could be an exception to that. It's not everyday you fall from heaven. He stared blearily down below him, craning neck in a way that almost looked painful. Calmly,almost too calmly, he resumed his original position. Well, there was a long way down, he could always rest for a little bit. Shutting his eyes, Aziraphale began to drift off. Slowly, calmly, peacefully, he let himself fall.

For the moments he was asleep there was nothing. It was cold and silent. Floating down the sky like a feather. With grace and delicacy. And there was silence. Until there wasn't silence anymore. There was yelling. Someone was yelling his name. Screaming at him to "Wake up!" There was a brief pause and then it began again. "GODDAMMIT AZIRAPHALE WAKE UP!" Suddenly,there were soft arms around his waist. They lifted him up. It felt like they were being gentle, as if they didn't want to break him. And at the sudden contact, a little bit of Aziraphale felt normal again. The voice had stopped yelling now. It was just whispering in his ear. Whispering about how he was safe. Whispering how much it loved them. He supposed that last one was a heat of the moment thing. He didn't feel too lovable right now. At some point it had stopped whispering but Aziraphale didn't mind.The quiet was nice now opposed to the deceptively peaceful one on the fall down. As the quiet resumed it started pulling him upwards. As it pulled him up he leaned into its embrace and felt sane again. Keeping his eyes closed, he let it drag him up.

The thing placed him down on something hard and cold which was quite jarring. Staring upwards blearily, Aziraphale had finally fully awoken after the sudden change in environment. A blurry pair of oddly familiar yellow eyes greeted him . Aziraphale loved the colour yellow. As everything settled into place, he realised that he was in fact being held by whatever had caught him. Something warm appeared in his chest, It felt cosy. Safe. Like home. Well, after his vision was back to normal and no longer a blurry haze, he understood that feeling.

Crowley's face was peering down at him. With his de-sunglassesed eyes and soft curls that framed his face similar to that of the year the antichrist was born though this was more unruly. Like he hadn't maintained it properly. To match the unruly hair , his features were sunken. He looked tired, but the kind of tired that wasn't to do with lack of sleep; most importantly she looked relieved. Aziraphale felt a pang of guilt twang in his chest.

"Oh Angel." Crowley sighed.

Aziraphale gazed at Crowley. The Angel still felt rather dazed after his sleep. After his fall. Well could he really call it that if he never hit the ground. He shut his eyes momentarily and giggled at that and then gazed back up at Crowley. The gears were still turning in his head as a realisation dawned on him. With a modicum of pain he sat up and made eye contact with his demon. He began to speak, began to question why Crowley would have done such a thing for him. After everything that had happened. Everything Aziraphale had done to him but before he could let his mind wander any further Crowley interrupted. "Relax angel. Last I checked, demons can't fall twice."

Aziraphale stared at him blankly . "You know that really was a nice thing you did." He watched as Crowley stiffed and went to refute said claim but as Aziraphale gazed into his eyes his face softened. Crowley smiled. "Come on Angel, let's get you back home." And finally Aziraphale smiled back. "Home sounds nice dear"