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The Lake. (∞)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 4/42 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Beelzebub/Gabriel (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Michael (Good Omens), Hastur (Good Omens), Ligur (Good Omens), Uriel (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Friendship, Slow Burn, Original Character(s), Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:
Follow Crowley and Aziraphale and some of the other Angels and Demons from before the Beginning of time until after the End of it. Friends to strangers to friends to enemies back to friends and eventually to lovers -slow burn. Yes, I do intend to write the slowest slowburn of them all!
Aziraphale gets into an argument with a librarian and not long after that, the library of alexandria is in flames.
Crowley is there to comfort his poor angel.
So in the next month I'll be a lot less active on this blog, because I'll be participating in Nanowrimo this year. ...and I should spend more time writing than complaining about stuff and reblogging cute animal pics.
If everything goes according to plan, I'll be back in december.
My fanfic Between Times will still be updated regularly. -I hope. I mean it's already written. I just have to post the chapters.
If you are interested in what original work I'm writing, you can visit me on my sideblog @samanthabirdblog (I'll be there maybe once or twice a week for updates) or on Instagram (I'm also abirdonalilactree over there)
If you wanna talk or somethin', it will be easier to reach me over Instagram, since I have no idea how to log out and also forgot my password. ...and I'll be logging out of Tumblr right now or I 'll keep spending the next four and a half weeks reblogging cat videos and complaining that this year every single one who I thought was my friend forgot my birthday and my aunty thought it was a good idea to buy toilet paper as a present for my birthday, which on one hand was a good idea and it is really soft but on the other hand I kinda wish I've never been born.
Anyway wish me luck!
I also have my fingers crossed for everyone else, who is reading this and plans to participate.🍀
Editor’s Pick Wednesday
The Emily arc. As with many things in our fandom’s canon, we both love it and hate it. Those first few episodes of season five, the potential for character exploration and delving into the burgeoning relationship between Mulder and Scully after her cancer went into remission were so ripe for developing both of those characters, and that arc should have been capitalized on.
Instead, we were left wondering exactly what the emotional fallout should have been, because there didn’t appear to be...well...any. Scully discovered she was infertile, that she had a daughter as a result of the ova harvested from her, and then watched that child die, all within a matter of days. Mulder watched Scully suffer as a result, and did was he could to exact justice on those responsible, sometimes outside of the very laws he’d been sworn to uphold. There should have been more discussion about how this affected them, and their relationship. And it should have looked something like tonight’s rec.
Title: Between Times
Author: ARB
Rating: PG
Length: 21K / word count: 10,000+
Synopsis: What happens when things try to return to normal after the events of the past few weeks?
Spoilers: Through Christmas Carol/Emily
Possible Triggers: None we’re aware of
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/42 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Beelzebub/Gabriel (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Michael (Good Omens), Hastur (Good Omens), Ligur (Good Omens), Uriel (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Friendship, Slow Burn, Original Character(s), Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:
Follow Crowley and Aziraphale and some of the other Angels and Demons from before the Beginning of time until after the End of it. Friends to strangers to friends to enemies back to friends and eventually to lovers -slow burn. Yes, I do intend to write the slowest slowburn of them all!
It's time for chapter three.
To be precise, it is 3004 BC.
Aziraphale gets seasick and only one demon can help him.
Crowley has a secret and only his angel will find the truth.
Between Times -first chapter: BEFORE THE FALL
“When everything was beautiful and nothing hurt...”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
Once upon a time…
…When time wasn’t invented yet…
There was a lot of peace and quiet everywhere. The angels were drawing sketches of animals and plants and stars, whispering with each other about how beautiful everything and anything was and would be.
But it shouldn't stay this way. The only constant in life is change. Which is an important thing to remember, because change is the only thing that brings you from one place to another.
Some angels got nervous. Some got jumpy. Some fuzzy.
They were buzzing around aimlessly. Like bees, which would be invented soon. And just as graceful.
They started to form groups.
Friendships and partnerships evolved.
Some feelings even got beyond the feeling of close friendship.
One certain Angel for one had developed a crush on one chubby angel since- well, since even before the beginning of times.
It was the very first school girl crush, long before schoolgirls were even invented.
Aziraphale of course, although he admired the other angels’ warm gold and friendly eyes and his long hair, sometimes like fire and sometimes like blood and could make him laugh and would talk with him and listen to him and make his stomach fill with freshly invented butterflies and his smile that could make you feel like the whole room lit up, was completely oblivious.
But they had bonded over creating the universe. Made the stars and the sky together. Our Angel invented red dwarfs and white dwarfs and pulsars and planets and dwarf planets and moons. And Aziraphale made every kind of owl- the barn owl, the Short-eared owl, the Long-eared owl, the great horned owl, the spotted owl, the elf owl, the great grey owl and all sorts of night hawks and even some bats. –all of them creatures of the darkness, so they would be able to gaze upon the night sky and admire its beauty.
Anyway, now the angels had something in between a meeting and a date planned and you don't have to ask who would like to call it which.
So our Angel sat there waiting for Aziraphale, on a cloud that was turning violet from the setting sun, and dreamed of all sorts of things.
Since Science hadn't been invented yet, he wondered what caused the cloud to change its colour after they had turned them white.
The sun set and now the cloud underneath him was dark blue.
He miracled it back to white.
And then his thoughts found their way back to his beautiful angel.
Since lunch wasn't invented yet, they hadn't much opportunity to have other hobbies than stargazing, which they now had planned to do. -If Aziraphale would finally show up.
In some distance the annoying sounds of someone who couldn't play the harp could be heard. It was probably Gabriel, who enjoyed practicing between their shifts.
Well, everyone had gotten a harp on their first day, but no one really knew how to play them.
Why would they even want them to play?
It sounded even worse when everyone at the same time decided to try the instrument.
He tried to ignore the unfortunate noise.
This time our Angel wanted to surprise Aziraphale with the freshly made moons of Jupiter -there were a few more than 79 and he especially liked the four bigger ones, Europa, Ganymed, Kalisto and Io. They were nice to look at, he thought. Messier 25, which was a star cluster close to the centre of the Milky Way was also freshly made. But his favourite thing of all were shooting stars. He was as close to proud of these creations as was allowed. It would be quite romantic to look at them together, he hoped. Everything was nice, as long as Aziraphale was there.
He looked up smiling brightly as he felt someone approaching him.
His smile faltered as he recognised Michael.
"You are waiting for someone.", Michael stated sternly without any word of greeting.
"Aziraphale. Do you know where he is?", Our Angel answered.
"You spend an awful lot of time together.", Michael stated, ignoring him.
"I enjoy his presence immensely. Why do you ask?"
"I see."
"I... I like the way he smiles.", Our Angel said quietly after a pause.
And suddenly he felt something he would, many years later, define as the feeling of guilt.
"Do... Do you think god would approve, if-"
"It's not allowed to fall in love with another angel.
You should only truly love god herself."
At a distance an angel with hip long silver hair stared at them. His eyes were white. Just white. The irises, the pupils. White. Our Angel had the feeling that the other one was watching Michael, really. He had seen them together now and then. Whispering, sometimes quietly fighting. What Michael now has said, didn’t make sense.
"Why?", Our Angel asked.
"You are not supposed to."
"It doesn't make any sense at all. Why-"
Michael glared at him.
Then there was a strange sound.
It sounded like an explosion, when the first angel fell.
Everything was shaking.
A second one.
Now they hit the ground like comets.
The next ones fell.
The angel with the white eyes was gone. Our Angel could feel fear and sorrow radiating from Michael, while his features stayed neutral.
There were feathers in the air.
Screaming and crying could be heard.
It smelled of sulphur and burned feathers.
Our Angel could feel their pain.
"Why would they do that?", he shouted over the raging noise.
Then he had a sinking feeling in the place where soon a heart would pound.
His wings darkened, as the clouds opened underneath him.
He could feel himself saunter vaguely downwards.
Losing a tiny bit of memory with every inch he approached hell.
Underneath the clouds a snake slithered away, angry, scared, confused.
The clouds had been invented way before rain. And it had been a good laugh, when an animal like a cloud but with four legs was created.
Now the clouds were dark and threatening above.
The frightened sheep underneath hid between the trees.
When everything calmed down, the silence was too loud.
Both sides. Heaven and hell were in shock.
It was the silence that had woken up Aziraphale. He had fallen asleep over a first attempt what would later look like a writing.
The angel wouldn't fall asleep again for the next many hundred years.
He stumbled towards the place where he was supposed to meet our now fallen Angel.
Aziraphale looked left and right.
Walked in a circle.
Called our Angel’s name.
Again and again and again.
The other angels stared at him.
But no one answered.
He was gone.
The snake looked up to the clouds.
A single tear rolled down its dark green and scaly cheek.
Finally, the blond angel looked down. There was a lot of green and a lot of movement and he marvelled at its beauty.
There were sheep that looked like the clouds above them. Fireflies. Giraffes. A Frog. A sad snake.
He would meet this snake in the Garden of Eden.
Soon.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/42 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman