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silliestofbilliest · 7 months

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Okay so I know that basically every Good Omens fan is still reeling from season 2 but I have some thoughts about a specific song from Aziraphale's season 2 playlist 🤨

So "Earth Angel" by The Penguins is one that really stuck out to me (Not just because it's a song I really love but) because of the lyrics behind it which I think relate more to Aziraphale's thought process than to the angel himself. AKA: Yeah this song can just be about Aziraphale bc he's an angel on earth ORRRRRRR it's about how Aziraphale sees Crowley.

(If you couldn't tell I'm so normal about this)

SO LIKE as we all know Aziraphale still believes that since Crowley "was an angel at some point" that they are still inherently good by heaven's standards (which Aziraphale still believes deep down in his non-corporeal heart is good in nature because of some deep religious trauma but that's another rant-) while being the only other being to truly care about humanity as much as he does. But when given the chance to bring back that smile that made him fall for Crowley in the first place before time even began

"I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you"

Aziraphale can't help but take the chance to not only make Crowley, what he thinks, truly happy by making him an angel once again

But to also to make the heaven that rejected Crowley, good enough for him since he believes Crowley deserves only the best from those who hurt him in the past. All of this to say "I love you" to the being he's been in love with for around 6,000 years.

Just like the song in the verses,

"Please be mine, my darling dear, love you all the time."

This attempt is desperate, loving, and all around a question of whether or not Crowley is willing to accept this big offer. Aziraphale is willing to sacrifice all his human belongings and titles just so he can spend all of time making eternity perfect for Crowley since they'll no longer be on opposing sides. He chooses to say yes to the offer out of love and his fear of losing Crowley through refusing (what he believes to be) a secure future for the both of them by choosing to be "selfish" and fighting both heaven and hell on their own side. He wishes that he could trust in their own side and the strength of humanity but, Crowley has always been the greater optimist out of the both of them. But even he cannot understand Aziraphale's unspoken mental gymnastics when it comes to this promotion.

He thinks that by saying yes that Aziraphale has thrown away all that they have been building up for the past thousands of years on earth (aka), throwing away their love. While Aziraphale believes the only way for him to truly proclaim his love is through sacrificing his presence on earth (which is another example of that religious trauma he still hasn't recovered from).

Both suffering from the others' unintentional rejection at the end of season because of their stubbornness when it comes to mutual communication.

(You can tell I'm an Aziraphale apologist but thank you for coming to my Ted Talk-)

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inertflouride · 2 years

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The second prompt (again... you asked for it...) for a oneshot:

Richy was NOT the MWAF. In fact, it was Alan all along. He killed Amy, Hannah and Richy. He lured MC to Duskwood and now he is out and about picking off the group one-by-one.

Only one of them survives...

Oof Cait, this prompt is soo brilliant. I could never- I blame my masochistic side for asking you for a heart-shattering prompt but will it be weird if I say that I enjoyed it? Haha.

Anyways, here's my little one-shot attempt at making some sense *sniffs* . Hope you enjoy! <3

Shattered by your deception

WARNING: Mentions death, violence, trauma, torture.

"FUCK!", I gasp and gurgle out water which I almost inhale when my head gets repeatedly pulled back and again, held down in the bucket. He lets go of me after what feels like eternity, and I hold onto the bucket with my two hands, still huffing from the inadequate amount of air in my lungs.

"Now, I'll ask you again. Will you be a good girl and comply?", he asks me, sitting down on a chair with his legs wide apart and his elbows resting on his knees. He looks down at my pitiful state, smug with his recent achievement: getting ahold of 'the MC'. Finally.

Sometimes I do wonder, what if I had just left Thomas on seen when he messaged me that day and went about my life. At least I wouldn't be on the verge of dying. I wouldn't be the reason for so many people's death, aside from the infamous trio- Hannah, Amy and Richy. Maybe if I had kept out of all this and listened to his warnings, all my friends wouldn't be dying. They are all here in the same place right now, just isolated from each other, unconscious and injured.

"Go fuck yourself sweetheart", I spit back at my captor, making his jaw tick from frustration. He gets up, not fast but slowly, taking his sweet time and picks me up, his fingers digging in my arm almost unbearably.

"I see, still so arrogant? That's cute", and then he drags me to a room, his hold on my arm making me wince. He opens the door and pushes me inside, closing the door as he enters himself too. Panic kicks in when he takes out his knife. I move backwards in response and falls back on a single bed lying in the room. "Relax, I'm not going to kill you. I have so many ideas to test before that", he states, almost amusingly.

"Wh- what are you going to do?", I stammer. Suddenly he fists my shirt and rips a section of it with his knife. "What the fuck, you sicko?!", I shriek and try to push him off of me. He holds my wrists and tries to tie them to the headboard with the ripped pieces of my top.

"Don't get any lewd ideas. I have absolutely no fucking interest in you. I just wish to take a photograph of you in this and show it to that little hacker of yours, see how he reacts to it."

"Over my dead body", I state and move forward to fiercely kick his crotch, making him bend forward in pain. I take the time and try to free myself from the loosely held restraints, moving forward to run the fuck outta here.

"You step out and I'll assure you, nobody will be alive when you return", he sneers at me, sending shivers along my back. I surrender myself to defeat and fall on my knees. I don't know when but I'm again taken back to the bed, my arms and legs tied, my body morphed in a weird and perverted posture and a picture of me clicked in it.

While in my head, the same shit revolves back again and again:

What if I had just left Thomas on seen when he messaged me that day and went about my life. At least I wouldn't be on the verge of dying. At least I wouldn't be the reason for so many people's death.

"This should bring the pretty boy here too. Then I can end this chapter of my life alas", he beams, satisfied with his work and leaves.

xxxxx

"ARGH SHIT!", I wake up to him bringing a lighter under my wrist. I hiss in pain when he makes contact of my wrist with the scorching flame coming out of it.

"It hurts right? It did me too when my father did this because I failed an exam. I killed him though once I had the power to. It was pathetic, you know, the way he begged me for mercy", he spits sidewards as he finishes up. "Oh by the way, if you're wondering about the hacker boy. He threatened me and went on like, 'Don't fucking lay even a single finger on her or I'll rip you apart'. That was mean, wasn't it? Hmm, how should I pay back for his mean demeanour?", he tips his chin, "Ah! I know! C'mon, let's go."

He frees my legs and arms and again drags me with a rough grasp on my arm which has already bruised up from the daily assault. He pushes me on a chair and I see the others seated too, of course with their limbs tied. "What the- " Dan has a big gash on his forehead, Jessy is unconscious with a red giant red scar around her neck like she was suffocated, Thomas has a bleeding arm and a black eye, Lilly has hand bruises on her cheek, Cleo's the same too. What the fuck has he done to all of them?

I flinch at the sight before me, unbearable to look them in their eyes. At the end of the day, it's my fault anyways. I took this person lightly. Never did I suspect Alan Bloomgate to serve the Duskwood gang their impending death, let alone me who hasn't ever been here for that case.

He stands behind me, and pushes a gun in my hand with him holding my hands which are around the gun in his own, preventing me from shooting this very bastard with it. "Okay MC, choose the person you want to relieve from the pain they are suffering. Come on, you gotta do this. You're the reason they are here anyways. So, who is it going to be? It's not you can save anyone, you all are going to die, one by one. Dominoes effect, you know? No jokes? Fine with me."

I gulp from the mere sight of a gun in my hand, let alone aiming it at someone. Of course I can't do this, but of course this sicko will make me do that. I feel the grasp of my hands on the butt of the gun go weak when he firms my hands around it with his owns. There is no escaping this, what should I do?

"Hey boo", Dan starts, looking at me in my eyes, "do me a favour and shoot me first. There's no point of me living like this. Dying would be a lesser torture than what I'm living through. Also, don't blame yourself. Frowns don't suit pretty faces."

Tears start welling up in my eyes on hearing him. "I wish we could have that movie night together though", I try to return back the sentiments I receive which swells my heart even further. Angers me even further.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Hackerboy knows about you two? You're such a whore. No wonder I wanted to kill you as soon as I saw your face. Nevermind, time for action", Alan declares the last part and with his hands, forces the aim of the gun in my hand to Dan, and bang. No warning, no last words. Just like that he kills Dan. I see Jessy, now conscious, bawling at the sight of a motionless Dan with blood dripping from his skull. And not just Jessy, everyone crying at it. Well, that's all that we can do. Cry.

Will this day ever end? Will Jake ever show up? I don't know. It would help if he did. I'll be able to at least save the rest...

"Okay MC, let's tie you up now. I'll just let you witness the rest of it. Thank me later", he winks at me and cuffs one of my hand to the handrail, immobilising me enough in the process.

He opens Thomas up, aiming the gun at Lilly. Once he's at a distance from Thomas, he throws a pocket knife at him. "You know what to do", he tells Thomas and sits back behind Lilly aiming his gun. If only all of us were free, we'd have had him by his balls.

Thomas takes a sharp breathe in and pushes the knife in his belly, gurgling blood as he falls to his knees. I try to look away from the sight unfolding in front of me, but Alan notices that and pokes, "No MC, look at him. What kind of a friend are you if you can't do that."

He moves up to Thomas and twists the knife in his belly, making the wound larger, causing greater suffering and damage. I can't see this anymore. I can't hear Thomas's screams anymore. I don't wish to live anymore after all this. I can't.

"Okay girls time for you all." He opens up Lilly, Cleo and Jessy and goes further inside the house, with Dan and Thomas'... dead remains with him. We chase him to let us him them once at least but he beats us to that. What the fuck is he planning to do? We all look at each other and exchange a hug, a parting hug precisely. Jessy comes to me and hugs me, sobbing in the crook of my neck. I hug her back with my one free hand, rubbing her back to calm her down.

"I'm sorry Jessy. I'm so very sorry. You don't know how much I wish I didn't stop you from going to Colville. It's all my fault that you and everybody is on the edge of death. I'm really really sorry", I stutter from the intense guilt I feel. They all come towards me and hug me tightly. I falter from the emotion I'm shown and sink further in myself. We are all going to die...

We hear the creaking floor, marking his arrival. He opens the door and in his hand is a giant crossbow. "Surprise, surprise", he gleams towards us and positions his crossbow at us. "Let's play a game. I'll count ten and you all will run. If you get hit, you're dead. Simple eh? Alright, are we ready girls?", he explains the rules of his maniacally sick game and starts counting to 10.

Suddenly I feel on my hand making contact with someone who holds them tightly. Looking up I find Lilly holding my hand tightly, and further her hand being held by Jessy with Cleo following the trend. We all do not move even an inch from there, showing our defiance.

"Tsk tsk tsk. This is boring. Come on, don't y'all wanna live? Now's your chance. Hurry!", he tries to gaslight our resolve but we stand together, sheerly determined.

"Sorry but we have no wish of staying alive from the trauma we've witnessed already. We'd rather just die and not give you the joy of any of it", I flatly state, surrender resonating in my voice.

This pisses him off and he strides towards us with a murderous intent when suddenly Lilly falls on her knees and starts gasping for air, clutching her heart tightly. Cleo and Jessy move forward to help Lilly, patting her back when Cleo starts showing the same symptoms. I look at them bewildered and in shock from the suddenness as well as the way it appears.

"What the fuck did you do to them? What did you do?!", I sob and ask him in desperation. I jerk my cuffed hand against the restraints again and again to somehow free it so I could strangle him to death. "What did anyone of us do to you, you fucking psychopath?!"

He yawns at us and fawns a sleepy tone. "I had randomly mixed potassium cyanide in two glasses. Now I know whose glasses they were", he snickers at us when suddenly a bullet sound fills the place and I see Alan groaning in pain, clutching onto his now blooding shoulder. The door slams open and a hooded guy walks in, holding a gun in his hand.

BAM. He shoots another bullet at Alan, immobilising his other shoulder. He howls in pain and falls on his knees, deep agony in his screams. The hooded guy walks upto him and kicks his shoulder, sliding the gun in the back-pocket of his jeans. He squats down at Alan's eye level and says, "I'm gonna make every moment of this pain thrice three times more than the pain Hannah suffered. I'll make you beg me for death." He stands up then and kicks his nose, making Alan again howl in agony.

At the same time, I discover Lilly's and Cleo's breathing hitch before it completely dies. "Nooo-", I shout, though deep down I know it's in vain. They're gone. Forever.

The hooded man jerks his head over us and leaps towards the scene, hugging Lilly and jerking her stiff body, as if it would pump life into her. Tears fall on the arm with which he holds Lilly, as he screams from the loss.

"Jake-", I breathe from realisation. A pair of stormy blue eyes intensely look at me, pain stricken with deep emotions. I avert my gaze, unable to hold his gaze any longer. He lost both his sisters, his only shot at having any family and somehow, I couldn't help feeling partly responsible for it myself. I want to say that I'm sorry for your loss Jake but the words sound so harsh, so mean, so devoid of emotions that I repeat it in my head the number of times I actually want to say it out loud.

He frees my hand from a key I didn't realise he caught on from Alan. The moment I'm free I oh-so-selfishly start running away, from Jake, from the loss of my friends, from the trauma everybody and I suffered and mostly, from myself. I keep running, never looking back once, deep into the dense Duskwood forests.

I stumble a few times while I run, grazing my knees as I do so. But I don't dare stop for in my head, if I stop now, everything that happen will finally catch onto me, more than it has already. I don't wanna live like this. I can't live like this. Four people died because I was hell bent on finding Hannah's killer already.

I finally reach a dead end which forces me to stop. The cliff ends, marking the start of a blue water river several meets below. Had it been any other day, I'd marvel the beauty of this blue river. Today? I just want it to consume me, to take over my senses, and my life.

I turn my back to the view and take a deep breath. Finally I let go myself and let my weight make me lose the land beneath my feet. Suddenly I see two human heads staring at me, one with black hair, and the other was red headed. I see them both screaming at me, crying for me, holding their hand for me. But in this moment, I don't understand- why are they crying when I feel totally at peace right now. I relish the feeling of being in the air. I know I'm falling and I know it will hurt once I make contact with the water. But when I think about it, when I ask myself, "will it hurt more than living a life with blood on your hands?", I find myself not regretting the decision I made right now.

I take the two people in, one last time before closing my eyes and opening my arms wide to welcome this. The last phase of my life.

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