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giantmushyfriend · 5 months

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Welcome back to the Ineffable lyric discussion (can I hear a wahoo)

In honor of the announcement of season 3 of our beloved Good Omens, I find it completely necessary for us to discuss one of the many songs on Aziraphale and Crowley's angelic playlist that made me scream my bloody head off. One of those songs is the one and only The Book of Love by Peter Gabriel. While I UNDERSTAND this song may have just been chosen to spell out SEASON THREE, I think it goes much deeper than that because of all of the parallels it draws to Aziraphale and Crowley. And ultimately, what I think is going to happen in terms of their relationship when they finally sort their shit out. So beware if you haven't watched season 2 of Good Omens because we're about to do a fucking DEEP DIVE into this.

First, the title of the Book of Love feels almost like a call to this looming threat to the Book of Life that was consistently used in series 2. The entire season, Crowley and Aziraphale have to work oh so carefully because with the Book of Life being confirmed, they know that either of them could get the other erased, and whether they want to admit it or not, losing the other is their biggest fear. We've seen this when Crowley believed Aziraphale to be dead in Series 1 when he couldn't feel Aziraphale's presence anymore since he got incorporated. When Aziraphale isn't there, Crowley is a mess. Likewise, we saw how both reacted during the ineffable divorce scene in series 2. Crowley is full-on begging Aziraphale to stay, and Aziraphale has finally admitted that he needs Crowley and full-on mouths for Crowley not to leave him. The Book of Life inherently, from how Neil set it up, feels threatening. The Book of Love, on the other hand, raises an entirely other reaction. Throughout the series, as corny as it sounds, love has been what grounds our protagonists. It is the love of Tadfeild and his friends that keeps Adam from kickstarting the end of the world; it's what keeps him from rejecting his father, the literal devil. It is the love of the earth, of humanity and all its strange creations, and for each other that keeps Aziraphale and Crowley attempting to prevent the end of the world when it could be so much easier to just accept the fate of it all. Love is the key theme that grounds our protagonists, that makes them tick. Love is safe; love is, at times, painful but overall kind. So when we see this title on their playlist, listed amongst heartwrenching tales of grieving a relationship, you could have had, and of loss, it brings a sense of salvation and safety. The Book of Love, unlike the Book of Life, is not a threat- it's a sanctuary for Aziraphale and Crowley.

Now, diving into the lyrics.

"The book of love is long and boring

No one can lift the damn thing

It's full of charts and facts, and figures, and instructions for dancing

But I

I love it when you read to me.

And you

You can read me anything"

The first couple of verses inherently feel like Aziraphale and Crowley's original view on this notion of love. As two supernatural entities who aren't bound by human emotion or logic, love may seem superficial and downright silly at times. The courting procedures that different societies have taken on throughout the centuries and the songs and dances that come along with it may all seem like a big waste. The book of love is a manifestation of love itself, and originally, it seems unappetizing to our protagonists. That is until they refind each other, and love goes from this thing that humans feel and jump through hoops for to this tidal wave of emotions. Love felt silly and unrealistic before, but with each other, they are willing and excited to explore it, even if it comes with things that feel inherently silly.

Also, these verses draw some cute parallels to headcanons and features of cannons. If you've been involved in the Good Omens fandom long enough, you've probably stumbled across the idea that Crowley asks Aziraphale to read to him for a multitude of different reasons. Some people say it's because his eyes aren't meant to read, one of the many punishments that came with him being cast down from grace, or maybe it's just because he finds Aziraphale's voice comforting. Additionally, the line about instructions for dancing is just so heartwarming when we look at the ball scene from this past season and Aziraphale's daydreams of a romance worthy of a Jane Austin novel.

"The book of love is long and boring

And written very long ago

It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes

Adn things we're all too young to know

but I

I love it when you give me things

and you

You ought to give me wedding rings"

I'm sure we've all heard this idea that you'll understand love when you get older, but even when you get older, it never seems to make sense. This idea that love is too old for any of us to truly understand, and that humbles us but in the best way possible. There is no point in trying to figure out what exactly love is because you could spend thousands of years feeling it and watching it happen all around you and still not know exactly what it is besides this all-encompassing feeling. And that is exactly the perspective of Aziraphale and Crowley. They have seen countless examples of love, true, unwavering love, and they have felt it for each other. And yet they themselves cannot begin to fathom what love, true unconditional love, is exactly. These two supernatural, ethereal/occult beings are humbled by the very concept of love like humans are- and that love is drawn from each other.

And then there is this notion of giving, which pairs so well with Crowley's primary love language, acts of service and gift giving. If the first chorus was Crowley talking about how he loves it when Aziraphale reads to him and takes care of him, then this is Aziraphale talking about how Crowley displays his love. And this final notion of asking for that final commitment, one of the key ways humans express their love for each other, is just amazing. Because in a way, Aziraphale moving to make this commitment, to fully be on their side in this way, is the resolution we have been wanting since the beginning. For Aziraphale to finally feel safe enough to let go and finally let himself settle to where he finally belongs, on his side with Crowley.

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phantomram-b00 · 4 months

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Just a celebratory fanfic for the announcement for season 3. This is in the universe of the fanfic au To Hell with you. This is similar to my other one Just memories only this time in Crowley’s pov. If you are liking the au, let me know, hope you enjoy!

Flower crown

March 28th 2022.

Like it was said at the garden, and will say now, all the days have been nice. Sure it would’ll have its own ups and downs; but this day, Crowley would declare this his favorite memory rivaling the day he first bought the Bentley at 1930s. Even when his days are as grim he think about this to bring a smile on his face. However the day before was his second favorite because:

“Angel you didn’t-“ Crowley said looking at aziraphale with his widen eyes.

Aziraphale nodded with a biggest smile while humming happy tones. Crowley look again down to his hand that’s holding tickets to Kew Gardens.

“I was thinking, we can look at those wonderful botanies you been raving about?” Aziraphale’s cheeks turn red. “I mean If you’re not busy or-“

“Angel, I would absolutely love to go with you!” Crowley exclaimed softly giving him a soft hug, aziraphale gave a happy hum when he hug him back. It was too quick however when aziraphale let go to face him.

“Right. Then if that the case, you wanna stay over here?” Aziraphale suggested with a gentle smile.

“Oh no no, I don’t-“

“Please Crowley? So that way you aren’t so worn out for tomorrow” Aziraphale pleaded

Crowley scoffed to laugh, but he can’t argue that it would be a nice change instead of sleeping in a car as much as he love the Bentley. Though, he might be getting the suspicion even the car is probably waiting to catch a break from him. Wouldn’t exactly blame it really after everything that’ve happen.

“Fair enough, just let me at least get my plants and something else really quick.”

The day of his favorite day was delightfully wonderful. From the very beginning to the end it was beautiful. He decided to wear his turtleneck for the special occasion which prompted Aziraphale’s face to match Crowley’s own hair color as well as leave him stumbling his own words from time to time. One thing about him is that he loved to tease the angel as far as he could just to see a smile or a flustered expression maybe both on Aziraphale’s face.

As they got to the Royal Botanical Gardens, Kew, Crowley couldn’t contain his excitement as he was looking at all the assortments of botanicals as well as taking many pictures of the plants to most likely compare his plants like a parent telling their kid “why can’t you be more like…”. Even when he’s not he was squeezing Aziraphale’s hand whom was smiling looking at Crowley’s joyful expression.

“You know. I never asked. What’s your favorite flower?” Aziraphale said looking around to get his fill of admiration towards the botanicals.

“Huh. Come to think of it. You never did, but if I had to choose, I would most definitely pick orchids. Marvelous assortment of colors mind you angel, funfact did you know that it’s one of the oldest family of plants as far as scientist saying they’ve been around even before continents separated?”

“Huh, no I don’t think I know that, you surprise me with that one Crowley” Azirpahale smiled. “Tell me more? What other flowers you find exquisite?”

Oh no need to tell him twice, he gladly explain away of all the plants they passed as well as reveal many of his favorites ranging from carnations, wax flowers, to lilies. Only thing that caught him was Aziraphale weirdly waving his hand whenever he mention his favorite; however did to his train of thoughts he think nothing of it and continue on. He even was able to capture a picture with himself and Aziraphale behind an assortment of purple cyclamens. They kept going taking maybe pictures and banter holding their hand side by side. Alas, it was time to go but not until Aziraphale drop this gem:

“Say Crowley, you wanna stay out for a little? Why don’t we have a picnic? This place is rather too beautiful like you-“ prompted both supernatural entities to fluster. “I-I found a spot that might fancy you maybe with more greenery. G-granted it not like the garden now b-b-but it too beautiful to miss-“

“Of course Angel” Crowley said with a smile while also questioning why it all of the sudden got too hot. “You know I love spending time with you.”

“Likewise to you too.” Aziraphale said smiling. “Now close your eyes and come on!”

Soon Crowley was pull by Aziraphale out of the garden, while hesitantly so closing his eyes to humor the angel. Granted, Angel and demon don’t particularly have birthdays, not that they know anyway. Plus their anniversary of when they first met isn’t today. So Crowley wondered why was the aziraphale spoiling him today, not that he mind he couldn’t stop grinning. Just out of the ordinary since it usually Crowley’s job to spoil the angel. So this change of pace was welcoming but left him with more questions than a cat.

“Okay my dear, now you can open your eyes” aziraphale said still holding his hand. Soon Crowley did.

Seeing a rather large tartan patterned blanket laying out with a basket and two wine glasses along with a Moët & Chandon and some bread on a cutting board. He toke off his glasses for a moment in hope of getting a better look.

“Angel.” Crowley said awestruck. “Is this..”

“A picnic? Yeah, I-i thought it would be nice. I mean it is a rather lovely day already and it spring; so I thought m-maybe you would enjoy today.” Aziraphale spoke while turning away to hide his already scarlet red face. “So I thought having a picnic to end of the day might be lovely.”

“Oh angel, you have no idea how much I wanted to ask you in a picnic da- hangout.” Crowley said clearing his throat. “I’m loving this day so much Angel.” He said cupping Angel’s face with his hand. Looking deeply in the Angel’s starry eyes.

“Oh oh, that’s lovely! S-shall we get started my dear?” Azirpahale said looking at him with a lovely smile. Crowley wish he can stop time just to keep looking at the Angel’s face. “At least b-before the ant get to it first”

“Oh yeah of course.” Crowley said letting his hand sauntered vaguely downward. “Sorry couldn’t resist.” As he sat next to the angel.

As they open the wine, they began to talk about assortment of things even clink their wine glasses together to the world. Even as they laugh and banter like they’d been doing for millennia; they can’t seem to get their eyes off each other, even now they don’t realize yet they were still holding each other’s hand which now evolved to them slide close to each other.

“Oh! Before I forget, I’m terribly sorry you must close your eyes one more time my dear.” Aziraphale said going towards the basket. “Ah! Don’t give me that look! You must close your eyes.”

“Oh as you wish you fussy bastard” he laughed as he closed his eyes. He can hear the sound of leaves rustling with the wind before feeling a band of some sort around his head. “Angel what-“

“Okay now open!” Azirpahale gleefully voiced. as Crowley open his eyes he see him in a flower crown, it wasn’t until he feel his head and toke off his flower crown for a moment to see.

“A Orchid, Wax Flower, Carnation and lilies.” Crowley exclaimed follow a rather giddy giggle. “Wait- did you get these from…” Azirpahale was hiding his lips with a smile nodding. “You Wily Angel!” Aziraphale now couldn’t contain his laughter. “Oh I love this but I’m shocked you had the gall to steal them from the garden.”

“What can I say, your influence is rubbing off on me.” Aziraphale said during his giggling marathon. “And I think you look quite beautiful with your favorite flowers my dear.” Before Azirpahale said to kiss him on a cheek. They’ve done this numerous times since the concert back in the 1980s but Crowley still can’t help but become a flustering mess to the point of popping his black wings.

“Oh Crowley! As much as I love to see your wings you must put them away before-“ before he could finish he look around and see everything stopped moving. Even the people in front of them weren’t moving a inch. “Crowley you stop time didn’t you!”

“Did I? I mean from the look I don’t see anything moving or-“

“Oh you wily serpent!” Azirpahale said softly nudging him as well as getting even closer. “Well if you’re going to do that I might as well” he let his white wings out which were gently touching Crowley’s wings. “Ah! That feel nice letting them out.”

“It is I’ll admit.” Crowley said wrapping his arm around Aziraphale’s neck. “Wanna stay like this for a while and then head on home?”

“That’ll be wonderful my dear. We can listen to music too! I got a new cassette I’ve been meaning to listen to. Wanna listen to it together?”

“I love to do anything with you. But of course, what the song?” Crowley said kissing Aziraphale’s cheek enticing a happy hum.

“Are you familiar with Elton John?”

How could he not? To Crowley, he wasn’t his cup of tea as the mortals here would say. He still listen to him on the radio at the moment but if you were to let him choose between Velvet Underground or Elton John is that really a fair fight? Which might not exactly be a surprise Aziraphale would like Elton John, most of his songs do have some form of classical influences with the piano. He knew the angel quite well he like a more slower pace or at least at a very least a song with a piano or any instrument that wasn’t electric or loud.

Crowley nodded as they begin to listen to some of the songs. He couldn’t focus on the lyrics or song at this moment, he was too focused on how perfect of the day this was. Even stopping time just to make this night just a long enough for them to basket in their moment. Romantic, platonic whatever it is between them, as long as he was with Aziraphale he find euphoria within it.

But.

All things end right? Or as Crowley had said to Azirpahlae in that bookshop, “nothing last forever”. No matter how much he thinks about that day even though it been a year. He can’t shake the fact that can’t have that again. No matter how much he thinks he could easily walk out of Hell and run into the arm of Aziraphale. He knew his fate was sealed. Now as the Duke of Hell, the hefty promotion he once rejected. He now have much to do.

But right now, Crowley is in his own office rethinking March 28th. It like a broken record at this point among other memories as he look at the purple cyclamen that’s place in a vase. He was unsure who been gave it to him, but he wasn’t bothered to care neither. All he can do is look as it brings him back. Along with the radio, that one he had request of Shax to have at least. More like demanded but regardless he look at it after looking at the purple cyclamen for sometime.

He turn the nob as he switch through channels, even skipping Queens of all things. That was only because one station shocked him, it was playing a familiar song from Death Cab For Cutie “I’ll follow you into the dark”. He remember giving that song to him, that was enough the shed tears. Even more so he can hear aziraphale humming through the station. Then remember as a demon, you can communicate through radios or any electronics devices.

That’s right. He could. Crowley have forgotten as it been months since that happened at the bookshop. Back at their safe haven. Maybe? Just maybe? Can he? Should he? Oh his mind ponders before he place his hand onto the radio and feel the static blaring for a moment before he open his mouth.

“Angel?”

(Author note: so this was suppose to be done yesterday. But I messed up, I accidentally deleted it. :,) but in a weird way, I think that was for the best because I am happy with how this one turn out. I think I prefer this than the old draft so that was a happy mistake I’ll say so. If you guys are enjoying this au let me know ^v^ I love to hear feedback. And also given Good Omens is finally having announce season 3 I’m super excited scared and am graciously waiting as I want to see these two idiots again. So hope you like this celebratory fanfic my ghostly pals ^v^)

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