#unfallen

[emotional-support-demon-crowley]

I've been seeing Factory Settings pop up on a bunch of Good Omens fic rec lists lately, so I thought I'd offer up a fic of my own that has similar vibes:

Unfallen

I wrote and posted Unfallen before season 2 released so it doesn't include elements of the book of life, but it does center around Crowley being restored as the archangel Raphael without any of his memories of falling and all of the ways that complicates his 6000 year long situationship with Aziraphale (among other things).

[the-iron-waistband]

The fall from Castle Candia

[thegoddesscore]

"It is said that at the Fall the four lower Sephiroth became detatched from Tiphareth and assimilated into the Qliphoth. When the elemental forces become detatched from their spiritual principles in our concepts so that they become ends in and of themselves, even if no evil but merely experimentation is intended, a Fall takes place and degeneration soon follows. [*But when we clearly realize the spiritual principle behind all natural things, they are then in a state of innocence, to use a theological term with definite connotation; they are unfallen, and we can safely work with them and advantageously develop them in our own natures; thus bringing about the unrepression and equilibrium so necessary to mental health. This correlation of the natural with the spiritual, thus maintaining it unfallen and in a state of innocency,is a very important point in all practical workings in any form of magic.]

Dion Fortune - The Mystical Qabalah, 1935

Burning man has such a myriad of connotations.

[emotional-support-demon-crowley]

I'm still processing my feelings on the Good Omens finale.

For anyone who would like an ending with no expiration date, I'd like to recommend an old fic of mine.

Unfallen

Set as the first apocalypse is nearly upon them, when Heaven realizes they're missing a very important archangle who is fated to signal the start of the end times. When Crowley is less than willing to be returned to his former angelic glory to fill the role, the archangels take his memories of the fall and everything after.

Needless to say, it doesn't go well. Fortunately for everyone involved, the newly restored archangel seems to tolerate the presence of one specific principality. Which is how Aziraphale is put in charge of ensuring the reinstated Raphael is ready to do his duty when the time comes.

I wanted to force Aziraphale to approach the threat of an apacolypse with the fear that he might have already lost the most important relationship in his life and how that might impact the choices he makes.

And I wanted Crowley to wrestle with what it might mean if he was finally Aziraphale's first choice, but he had become an angel for it to happen.

Then, I needed them to talk through those issues and use their words to finally get on the same page for once.

I also wanted an ending where they had a chance to be an us for even longer than they were forced to go along with their respective sides as far as they could. And I wanted them to be able to rest in their happiness without fear of above or below rising up against them.

It's the type of ending I dearly wish, with all of my aching heart, that we had gotten.

[emotional-support-demon-crowley]

Two years ago today I started posting my first Good Omens fan fic. I never imagined it would lead here and I'm so grateful for everyone who's read, commented, recommended, been inspired by, or created works of art based on my stories. I've gotten the chance to make friends with people I never would have had a chance to know if not for the story that started it all.

I'm constantly amazed by this fandom and I can't wait to see what comes next...

[solidarityof1]

My ex boyfriend

[f-f-f-falling]

Michael Night - Unfallen

[privatelifeofsherlockholmes]

Sherlock heard the clatter outside long before the door opened, hooting and loud laughter filtering through the walls of 221b. He frowned at the page of the book he was reading; Mrs Hudson would fuss in the morning about the noise, and for once he wouldn't even have been responsible.

"Good night with your...mates?" he asked pointedly when the door did finally open, lips curling up into a little moue of distaste around the word. No need to really ask; the signs of intoxication were overpoweringly present, from the flush on John's face to the sway in his step. Given that and the exuberant cacophony from outside, he had no doubt the evening had been a blaring - truly blaring - success on John's account. Still wise to ask, to at least give a pretence of being concerned about John's social life. That was what...friends did, wasn't it? According to his research, at least.