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[squeezethefreeze]

Father Gabriel ^

Tangled is one of my favorite Disney movies and I realized how much of a similarity there is between the dynamic of angel, demon, and asshole and the dynamic of mother, Rapunzel, and Flynn were and I felt it the perfect match. (And wish that Gabriel had died the same way as Gothel tbh)

So, after watching the movie again, I present to you Tangled Omens. (Part 1/?)

Aziraphale was pacing back and forth, working up the courage to ask Father Gabriel to let him go to the lights in the sky. He was finally eighteen this year and wanted more than anything to go. 

“Aziraphale! Let down your hair!”

Gabriel called out in a sing-song-y voice.

“It’s time. I know, I know. Stay quiet.” He returned Pascal, his dove, to his cage and covered it just as Gabriel called out again.

“Aziraphale! I’m not getting any younger down here!” 

“Coming, Father!” He called out, running to the window. He tossed out his long, blonde hair to Gabriel, who looped it around his foot and gently tugged, Aziraphale pulling Gabriel slowly up the side of the tower. He stepped onto the sill and released Aziraphale’s hair. "Welcome back, Father.” Aziraphale smiled, pulling his hair out of the way. 

“Ah, Aziraphale. How you manage to do that every single day, without fail, it looks absolutely exhausting.”

“It’s nothing, really.”

“Then why does it take so long?”

Aziraphale’s face fell, feeling hurt. He was never a very strong bo- man now. He was never a very strong man and he always did his best. This earned a laugh from Gabriel. 

“I'm just teasing you.”

Aziraphale gave a nervous laugh. 

“All right….. So, Father, as you know, tomorrow is a very big day ...”

“Aziraphale, look in the mirror,”

Gabriel interrupted, pulling Aziraphale next to him. 

“Do you know what I see? I see a strong, confident, handsome young man.”

He huffed softly.

“Oh look, you're here too.”

Gabriel chuckled at his own joke, Aziraphale’s confidence slipping slightly. 

“I’m just teasing. Stop taking everything so seriously.”

He concluded his chuckling and sighed, a smile plastered on his face. 

“Okay….. So, Father. As i was saying, i was thinking tomorrow….”

“Father is feeling a little run down. Sing that song for me. You know the one. Then we’ll talk.”

“Of course, Father!”

He rushed around, pulling over the chair and the stool and the brush before gently pushing Gabriel into the big chair and seating himself on the stool. 

“Flower, gleam and glow. Let my powers shine. Make the clock reverse. Bring back what once was mine. Heal what has been hurt. Change the fate’s design. Save what has been lost. Bring back what once was mine.” He rapidly sang, Gabriel being zapped by the magic, which frazzled his hair. 

“Aziraphale!”

He glared at him.

“So, Father, earlier I was saying that tomorrow is a pretty big day and you didn’t really respond so I'm just gonna tell you. It’s my birthday! Tada!” He nervously giggled, leaning against Gabriel who was still startledly sitting in the chair. 

“No no no. Can’t be. I distinctly remember. Your birthday was last year.”

Aziraphale stared at him for a second. 

“Well, that’s the funny thing about birthdays. They’re kinda an annual thing.” He wondered if Gabriel was joking with him again. He can’t have forgotten what a birthday was. He took a few steps back from the chair before taking a deep breath.

“Father…. I’m turning eighteen and….I wanted to ask….,” He sighed, working back up to the question. 

“What I really want for this birthday…...Actually what I've wanted for quite a few birthdays….” He mumbled the last part.

“Okay, Okay, Aziraphale please. Stop with the mumbling. You know how I feel about the mumbling. Blah blah blah blah. It's very annoying. I’m just teasing. You’re fine. I l ...love you so much, Aziraphale.” 

He walked off, chuckling, to go and unpack what he had brought back. Pascal waved his wing towards him, encouraging Aziraphale to suck up all his worry and go for it. 

“Ah! I wanna see the floating lights!”

Gabriel looked at him for a few seconds.

“Excuse me, what?” 

“I was hoping you would let me go see the floating lights.”

He paused for e second to try and figure out how to approach this.

“Oh. You mean the stars.”

“That’s the thing. I’ve charted the stars. They’re always in the constant, same spot all the time. These ones only appear on my birthday, Father. Only on my birthday! And I can't help but feel that they’re calling to me. To follow them to my destiny……” He looked at his most recently finished painting, containing him sitting in a tree as the lights fly into the sky from a small castle in the distance. 

“I need to see them, Father. In person. I have to know what they mean.”

“You want to go outside? Why, Aziraphale…”

Gabriel took the other’s hands and Aziraphale instantly knew he was going to start singing. 

🎵“Look at you, as fragile as a flower

Still a little sapling, just a sprout

You know why we stay up in this tower!🎵

“I know but…” He said as he tried to step away. 

🎵“That's right, to keep you safe and sound, dear

Guess I always knew this day was coming

Knew that soon you'd want to leave the nest

Soon, but not yet”🎵

“But --” He tried again to reason with him. 

🎵“Shh! Trust me, pet Father knows best.”🎵

He sang as the castle was plunged into darkness, Aziraphale quickly lighting a candle. 

🎵“Father knows best. Listen to your Father. It's a scary world out there.”🎵

He jumped out at Aziraphale, causing him to holler and step back. 

🎵“Father knows best. One way or another. Something will go wrong, I swear!”🎵

He caught Aziraphale as he tripped over his hair, dropping him to the floor and rushing off.

🎵“Ruffians, thugs, Poison ivy, quicksand, Cannibals and snakes, The plague!” 🎵

Gabriel showed an example of each, the last one a lantern that caused his face to look deathly and green. 

“No!” Aziraphale called out, scared. 

“Yes!”

“But --”

🎵“Also large bugs!”🎵

Gabriel called out, pushing over Aziraphale with a mop, having already painted a demon on the ground where he would fall.

🎵“Demons with their wiles,”🎵

Aziraphale scooted away from it as fast as he could, Gabriel fainting distress.

🎵“And, Stop, no more, you'll just upset me. Father's right here. Father will protect you. Darling, here's what I suggest!”🎵

Aziraphale went to hug Gabriel but it was a mannequin, his attention quickly drawn to where Gabriel was descending down the stairs, candles lit the way. 

🎵“Skip the hoopla. Stay with dada. Father knows best!”🎵

He swings his cloak and all the candles go out, Aziraphale lighting more candles with Gabriel pinching them out behind them. 

🎵“Father knows best. Take it from your dadsy. On your own, you won't survive.”🎵

Aziraphale suddenly found himself faced with a mirror, Gabriel peeking out from behind it. 

🎵“Sloppy, underdressed,Immature, clumsy,”🎵

Aziraphale tried to cover his feet with his skirt, which allowed Gabriel to pull the carpet out from under him and cause him to fall. Gabriel then rolled Aziraphale and wrapped him in his hair.

🎵“Please, they'll eat you up alive. Gullible, naïve, Positively grubby, Ditzy and a bit, well, hmm, vague.”🎵

He unwrapped Aziraphale and gently lifted up his chin before gently tapping it a few times. 

🎵“Plus, I believe Gettin' kinda chubby. I'm just saying cause I wuv you.”🎵

He said as he squeezed Aziraphales cheeks. 

🎵“Father understands. Father's here to help you. All I have is one request.”🎵

Gabriel was bathed in a spotlight, Aziraphale running over to him and hugging him tightly.

"Aziraphale?"

"Yes?"

"Don't ever ask to leave this tower again."

"Yes, Father...."

"I.... tolerate you very much, dear."

"I love you more."

"I l......l.....love you most."

🎵Don't forget it

You'll regret it

Father knows best🎵