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banrionceallach) wrote2019-08-03 07:15 am
banrionceallach) wrote2019-08-03 07:15 am
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Good Omens Headcanon fic thing
1.After the Apocalypse is cancelled, Crowley starts to notice that certain people are finding their way to A Z Fell & Co.
The person with chronic pain who wandered in after accidentally leaving their medication at home is the first
They’re followed a couple of weeks later by an LGBTQ teenager who’s been made homeless by their intolerant parents, taking shelter from a storm.
After that comes a young woman who rushed in the door one day to try and lose an abusive ex who was following her down the street. (Crowley takes particular pleasure in slithering past the man’s ankles when he storms into the bookshop. The scream was like quality music.)
And there are more. Never too many in quick succession. But a constant drip of people who’ve been trapped in terrible situations by the toxic aspects of earth’s cultures.
And Crowley, pondering on why Aziraphale is now finding people who need him without even having to leave his beloved bookshop, realises something.
For centuries, Aziraphale has needed to hide what he is. Watch the frivolous miracles, only carry out blessings deemed suitable by heaven, stay small, stay out of sight. Even the Arrangement contributed to it. Meet clandestinely, watch what you say, be careful, say nothing, hide.
But it’s different now that they’re on their own side. All of the impulses that Aziraphale squashed down in order to placate a cold and sterile heaven are finding a way out. Without realising it, the Guardian of the Eastern Gate is broadcasting a signal of love, acceptance and protection across London. And those most in need are drawn to it unconsciously.
The Principality Aziraphale is finally free to fulfill his purpose.
2.Crowley doesn’t much go in for the actually interacting with the people who find a way to AZ Fell & Co (excepting handing out useful medication to the person with chronic pain because he Knows that type of pain personally). He leaves the love and acceptance and comforting to Aziraphale. That’s the angel’s thing after all.
Crowley is tough and cool and he has Standards. Just because they’re on their own side now doesn’t mean he’s not a demon anymore. He’s a denizen of Hell, one of the Fallen (never mind that he really didn’t intend falling) and he is Not Soft. Also gluing pennies to the footpath is totally nefarious demonic activity. Shut up.
And yet … somehow the abusive ex accidentally sends a harassing text (and the accompanying unsolicited dick pic to everyone on his contacts list but his victim. His boss is not amused. He loses his job in short order. His female colleagues have an impromptu party to celebrate.
Somehow the intolerant parents of the homeless LGBTQ teenager have non-stop breakdowns of all their household appliances. Washing machine, dishwasher, electric shower, even the fusebox malfunctions. They have to replace everything, only for the replacements to last a week before breaking, leaking and generally wrecking the house all over again.
Somehow bullies and abusers of those who find their way to the bookshop suddenly have an almost demonic run of bad luck.
Aziraphale hears about it when people occasionally make a second visit to tell him how they’re getting on. He raises an eyebrow at Crowley, who shrugs.
“Well, I’ve got to find some way to keep busy now that we’re retired angel, haven’t I?” he murmurs.
Aziraphale, listening to his teenage visitor tell him how their parents bathroom shower exploded, raises his other eyebrow.
Crowley grins a very self-satisfied grin.
The person with chronic pain who wandered in after accidentally leaving their medication at home is the first
They’re followed a couple of weeks later by an LGBTQ teenager who’s been made homeless by their intolerant parents, taking shelter from a storm.
After that comes a young woman who rushed in the door one day to try and lose an abusive ex who was following her down the street. (Crowley takes particular pleasure in slithering past the man’s ankles when he storms into the bookshop. The scream was like quality music.)
And there are more. Never too many in quick succession. But a constant drip of people who’ve been trapped in terrible situations by the toxic aspects of earth’s cultures.
And Crowley, pondering on why Aziraphale is now finding people who need him without even having to leave his beloved bookshop, realises something.
For centuries, Aziraphale has needed to hide what he is. Watch the frivolous miracles, only carry out blessings deemed suitable by heaven, stay small, stay out of sight. Even the Arrangement contributed to it. Meet clandestinely, watch what you say, be careful, say nothing, hide.
But it’s different now that they’re on their own side. All of the impulses that Aziraphale squashed down in order to placate a cold and sterile heaven are finding a way out. Without realising it, the Guardian of the Eastern Gate is broadcasting a signal of love, acceptance and protection across London. And those most in need are drawn to it unconsciously.
The Principality Aziraphale is finally free to fulfill his purpose.
2.Crowley doesn’t much go in for the actually interacting with the people who find a way to AZ Fell & Co (excepting handing out useful medication to the person with chronic pain because he Knows that type of pain personally). He leaves the love and acceptance and comforting to Aziraphale. That’s the angel’s thing after all.
Crowley is tough and cool and he has Standards. Just because they’re on their own side now doesn’t mean he’s not a demon anymore. He’s a denizen of Hell, one of the Fallen (never mind that he really didn’t intend falling) and he is Not Soft. Also gluing pennies to the footpath is totally nefarious demonic activity. Shut up.
And yet … somehow the abusive ex accidentally sends a harassing text (and the accompanying unsolicited dick pic to everyone on his contacts list but his victim. His boss is not amused. He loses his job in short order. His female colleagues have an impromptu party to celebrate.
Somehow the intolerant parents of the homeless LGBTQ teenager have non-stop breakdowns of all their household appliances. Washing machine, dishwasher, electric shower, even the fusebox malfunctions. They have to replace everything, only for the replacements to last a week before breaking, leaking and generally wrecking the house all over again.
Somehow bullies and abusers of those who find their way to the bookshop suddenly have an almost demonic run of bad luck.
Aziraphale hears about it when people occasionally make a second visit to tell him how they’re getting on. He raises an eyebrow at Crowley, who shrugs.
“Well, I’ve got to find some way to keep busy now that we’re retired angel, haven’t I?” he murmurs.
Aziraphale, listening to his teenage visitor tell him how their parents bathroom shower exploded, raises his other eyebrow.
Crowley grins a very self-satisfied grin.