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mekachu04Fandom: Good Omens (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Adam Young (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley & Adam Young (Good Omens), Crowley & Adam Young (Good Omens)
Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Hastur (Good Omens), Disposable Demon (Good Omens), Satan | Lucifer (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Adam Young (Good Omens), Wensleydale (Good Omens), Brian (Good Omens), Pepper (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: No beta we fall like Crowley, is it still 'headcanon' if you're discussing religion?, feature author's own personal outlook on religion, specifically Hell and God's relationship to it, Minor Character Death, Paul Adeyefa's character is named Legion in here, discussion of past mutilations, Aziraphale was a cherubim, Aziraphale was a warrior, Discussion of the Fall, Imprisonment, Abduction, mentions of torture, BAMF Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale is "just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing" (Good Omens), Post-Apocalypse, Nope'geddeon, Post-Canon, Time Manipulation, Wing Injury, hurt!Aziraphale, Hurt!Crowley, discussions of Pre-Canon, Crowley didn't fall - he was pushed, Crowley Was Not Raphael Before Falling (Good Omens), Happy Ending, Aziraphale's True Form (Good Omens), lucifer is reasonable, aziraphale is not himself today, smite-y aziraphale, Protective Aziraphale (Good Omens), lucifer is not luci (tv) but heavily influenced by him, possible self-harm, unintentional suicidal actions, Burns, Crowley's True Form (Good Omens)
Series: Part 1 of Every Step
Aziraphale worked very hard at being soft. He's been working very hard for more than 6000 years to be soft, and one demon is trying his patience on the matter, leading him on a smiting spree in hell.
aka - exploring my personal headcanon's of our fav duo's pasts, set sometime after the series ends. Tags will be expanded reflecting each new chapter to minimize spoilers. i'm not very nice to either of of our beloveds in this, but it all works out in the end.
title from 'I Will Always Love You' by Whitney Houston
Chapter titles are based on the prompt used for that day
I am not the first, nor the last, to ponder Aziraphale being a principality, instead of a cherubim, which scriptures say are the ones who guarded the gates of Eden. Given the line from the book: “Technically Aziraphale was a Principality, but people made jokes about that these days” and my tendency to make every thing hurt, I took this as our angel being demoted.
Adam, much to his own annoyance, seems to be the first one up the next morning. Or. Later that morning. He's not completely sure what time it was once the teenagers started to actually fall asleep.
His clothes, along with the rest of the Them's, are waiting in the bathroom, miracled clean and folded, ready for a new day. Once dressed, he wanders toward Uncle Anthony's kitchen, path taking him past his uncle's office. He's unsurprised to see that his Uncle Anthony is awake already, but instead of rising to begin his day, he's content to remain snuggled under a heavy blanket, arms full of angel, who is sleeping like the dead. He glances up to the doorway when Adam pauses, and the two make eye contact. Adam nods once, continuing down the hall, as Uncle Anthony disentangles himself, leaving Uncle Ezra to sleep.
Adam seats himself at the flouting island in Uncle Anthony's kitchen, letting the demon work though his daily motions in peace. Coffee first, then Uncle Anthony starts pulling things out to make omelets, leaving Adam to guess what was from the fridge to begin with, and was as miracled up just for the occasion. They have until the smell of cooked breakfast makes it way to the flat's still sleeping occupants to themselves, and only once a cup of coffee is placed in front of Adam, does his uncle say anything.
"You know," Uncle Anthony starts, fixing Adam with a rather pointed look, "Aziraphale never used to like sleeping. Six thousand years, and I'm not sure he ever took so much as a nap. Then all of a sudden, about five years ago, it's become almost a regular thing."
Adam tries really hard to fight a smile, and shrugs, fixing Uncle Anthony with his best, 'I'm sure I have no idea what you mean' look that every teenager thinks they have perfected.
They have not.
"Maybe," Adam suggests, "Uncle Ezra just has finally found a place to sleep where he feels safe enough...loved enough even.. to put his guard down enough to sleep."
Uncle Anthony's look doesn't change much, "Sure kid." he says, letting Adam off the hook for maybe accidentally programming a sleep mode into his best friend.
At about the rate it took Uncle Anthony to finish cooking each omelet, one by one, three hungry teens, and one hungry immortal Angel of the Lord, filtered into his kitchen, pointedly ignoring the table to instead crowd around one side of the kitchen island. Orange juice glasses and tea cups littered the small counter, and as Uncle Anthony watches the growing chaos in amusement, he knocks Adam's elbow and regards his friends, "Is Brian a drooler?"
Said boy turns bright red and his friends have a good-natured laugh as his expense when Uncle Anthony chuckles, "never mind, I'll just bin all the sheets and start over, just to be safe."
Between bites of egg, Wensleydale lets slip that it looks like they're all playing hooky again, and that sends Uncle Anthony into a second exacerbated scolding for taking a train to London on a school day, to which Uncle Ezra says nothing to back either side and four teenagers have to defend their choices to an ageless demon.
Once five bottomless pits have eaten their fill, and Uncle Anthony has finished his coffee, Uncle Anthony offers to drive the kids all back home. "One condition," he warns as the teenagers coo over his beautiful classic car, "I will happily drive you kids back home, but no one," he warns, looking directly at Brian again, "Is to eat in my car. Aziraphale will offer you snacks, because he's a blasted angel, so of course he will. And each and every one of you will nicely decline."
He waited until he has the promise of all four humans, before unlocking the doors. "And if someone does find that biscuit tin that keeps appearing back there, they would be wise to ignore it."
Uncle Ezra joins them as the Bentley, quite begrudgingly, gains a second row of seats and seat belts all around. The car looks as pleased as Uncle Anthony does at having the back benches filled with children (they might be teenagers by human standards, but for car and demon alike, they will always be children.) Adam and Brain are in the very last row, with Pepper and Wensleydale in the new middle seats. With Uncle Anthony starts the old girl up, Freddy Mercury coos from the radio, a soft 'Keep your chin up when you're feeling lonely; Don't let 'em get you down' playing though out the Bentley's cab as she makes her way on to the busier London morning roads. Pepper leans up between the gap in the front seats.
"Seat belt, dear," Uncle Ezra tells her, as he stares down the sixteen year old in the little mirror in the dash. Before she or Uncle Anthony can argue otherwise, Uncle Ezra turns in his seat a bit to look at her directly, a sympathetic frown on his face, "No one wants to see you go though the windshield when Crowley hits something."
Uncle Anthony sputters in indignation, hands up in the air as he defends himself, "I have never hit anything."
Uncle Ezra looks away from Pepper, and fixed Uncle Anthony with a withering look. She's quick to sit back in the seat properly and buckle in.
"Each and everyone of them hit me!" Uncle Anthony defends himself, quickly return hands to the wheel where they shouldn't have left in the first place. "And you know that." he adds, determined to get the final word in.
The back seats are filled with muffled laughter as the two 'adults' bicker back and forth.
There's still rush hour traffic to navigate, but with no roads actively on fire, Uncle Anthony's able to weave in and out of the worse of congestion in the way only a raving lunatic, or a speed demon, can.
Uncle Anthony drops them off at Adam's home - his mom is out but Dog is waiting faithfully for them just inside the fence. "Next time," he has Adam promise to call him, "I will come pick you all up. No more trains to London with out any of your folks knowing. Bentley could use the drive"
And it is a nice drive, when it's not. ya know. On fire.
As the teens filter out of the car, Adam leans against the door, peering in the open window. "You both are okay, right?"
"We will be fine, thank you Adam."
"For everything"
His uncles smile at him, and he believes them. Before Adam lets them leave, he gets a goofy smile on his face. "Neighbor's got a nice little orchard. It's great for a nice picnic spot. Newt and Anathema liked it there. You should check it out. And oh yeah- it's got some great apples."
a one shot will be posted on Saturday, more of filling in some of Crowley's back story.
otherwise, thank you all so very, very much for reading, and have a wonderful 2020
