#6000 years of slow burn

[jimvasta]

Good Omens & Sandman

Aka slow burn relationships

It occurred to me that when Neil Gaiman (& GNU Sir Terry Pratchett) gave us Good Omens it was a beautiful slow burn 6000yr courting between two immortal beings from opposite worlds.

Then we got The Sandman thrown at us and by comparison Dreamling is a mere 600yr courting (so far) of two immortal beings from opposite worlds.

Azriaphale and Crawley (not yet even Crowley) hadn't even had their first meal together by 600yrs, they barely had one conversation and a quick under the wing interaction in the rain.

Meanwhile in 600yrs, Hob 'Heart eyes' Gadling and Dream 'emo grumpy cat' of the Endless had already speedrun through centennial dates with betrayal (you got a wife so I went off with a playwright), overprotectiveness (you need not have come to my defence), a dramatic tiff (I don't need a friend), and longing (he sorted a new pub and he kept going to that damn pub for decades waiting for his emo).

Neil Gaiman doesn't do slow burn the way most people do, he doesnt do human lifespans. Millenia is just fine by him, so Hob and Dream taking mere centuries to openly smile at each other is an absolute steamy holiday romance and I love it.

[kiralena]

My nightingale's song

after the Metatron took Aziraphale to heaven to become the Supreme Archangel, Crowley is heartbroken.

It took him a while, and lots of wine, to come to the conclusion, to try something else. Since Aziraphale loves written things, and Crowley has the heart of a poet (Shakespeare approved!), he decides to write a poem for Aziraphale:

My nightingale's song

I'm talking to the stars

How pretty they are

Not recognizing yet

The star right by my side

You are the smartest being I know

Yet you still believe the lies

They are telling you

Because you want them so badly

To be true

And light to be light

And dark to be dark

Wake up, my friend

Wake up

Open your eyes and see the truth

Not what they are wanting you to see

You are craving the light

So desperately

And see?

This craving of yours

Speaks the truth you still deny:

If they were truly good and light,

Why are you starving then?

Let me be your light

Like you had been mine

Since the stars came to life

I'm talking to you

My brightest star

How pretty you are

Now recognizing

Heaven and hell

Mean nothing to me:

It is you, just you

Light of my life

Let me apologize

For going to fast for you

Out of despair and longing

It won't be enough to dance

Alone

Because dancing with you

Meant so much more

To you

To me

I don't want to dance alone

Ever again

Because you are my nightingale's song

My brightest star

And I need you as much

As you need me

We two

Have always been enough

for each other

We were meant to follow and obey

Asking questions is forbidden

But what is wrong

About asking questions?

About knowing the difference between

Right and wrong?

I will be by your side

Always asking the questions

You don't want to hear

We were blinded both

By light and dark

Heaven and hell

That asking questions

Is a fault:

It only is to those

Who fail you

Wake up, my friend

Wake up

My brightest star

Light of my life

Song in my heart

Wind underneath my wings

I'm starving too:

Let me be your crêpe

Be my wine

Nourishing each other

As we always did

We have always been

Enough for each other

Enough and everything:

The world

The stars

The light

The dark

We are

A team of two

And me:

Forever yours, my brightest star:

I

love

you

[ajdumpsherbrain]

“I can’t believe he caressed you? He won’t even touch me! And I’ve known him for, oh I don’t bloody know, six thousand years? The entirety of time? Eternal evil entity, me.” Crowley throws his hands up, and he thinks he smells smoke. From his ears probably. “So what’ve you got that I don’t? Big black wings can’t be all that frightening, I would’ve noticed if they scared him! Right?”

A pulsating silence (or maybe just the beating of his heart) sulks back at Crowley. Then his mouth rears back on an ‘o’.

“You! You’re all—all voluptuous! Is that it? Perky and bouncy and round…” Instantly, Crowley withers. “Or maybe, maybe I’m just too loud. Maybe he prefers the quiet types. S’ not like I can change that and—and he thinks I’m funny, right?”

Crowley slaps his knees loudly, huffing as he spins on his heel.

“Sod this! Sod it all! If he prefers squiggly, green things, then so be it. I’m just a sodding demon after all!”

The offending houseplant only gazes back at him, unfazed.

[thezenanna]

Your classic smol and tol trope ✨

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[saraptor]

FOR THE RECORD

I loved season 2. every bit of it. even the angsty ending

Because I do have faith they'll make it up. This isn't a "are they aren't they queer" kind of thing - it's a "WHEN ARE THE MISUNDERSTANDINGS GOING TO END" kind of thing. And I'm a fan of slow burn

[onlylurkingreadingstuff]

He gets used to that weight and pulls it on like a jacket. Like a placeholder for a real thing.

—Sleight of Hand Ch. 5/ Strange Moons

For @racketghost

Companion piece to Aziraphale in The Book of Ruth/ Strange Moons

Art by @onlylurkingreadingstuff

[livhowlett]

I get why Aziraphale had a bad reaction to the kiss

I have been in Aziraphale position. No, not being in love with my bff and then having to go away for work. I've been on the receiving end of an out of nowhere "romantic kiss".

Let me tell you, IT'S NOT ROMANTIC.

It's a very shocking moment that you are VERY unprepared for. Especially when you're in an emotional state like Aziraphale.

I remember yelling "WHAT THE FUCK MAN!?" after my kiss. Mind you it's no "I forgive you" but It was still pretty bad. It was in no way romantic. Mainly confusing and awkward.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to paint Crowley in a bad light. We've seen these two idiots when it comes to romance. They get everything from film and books! In those settings, a grand romantic kiss always works. Of course Crowley is going to try that for his Angel.

But, this isn't one of Crowley's film or Aziraphale books. It's real life. Aziraphale is facing a life changing decision and is very close to losing his closest friend.

Then out of nowhere 'BAM!', his brain is being overwhelmed with anxiety and the sudden kiss of his beloved Demon. An Angel that has just recently had gotten comfortable TOUCHING Crowley casually is now thrusted into a full on kiss without his consent.

And yes, Aziraphale did want Crowley to "do it again" but only after he had time to process what's happened. By then the damage had been done.

I think to fix things in S3, Aziraphale needs to initiate a proper first kiss with Crowley. And I'm talking a PROPER first kiss!

Where they're both casually talking and there's a pause in conversation (hopefully talking properly and telling each other how they really feel!) They're making eye contact, standing closer to each other, quickly glancing down at the others lips. Then with a look, Aziraphale slowly leans into Crowley's space to show that he's ready. In that moment Crowley can close the gap and they can properly kiss.

I don't know about you, but that's the most romantic way to share a first kiss. Not sudden and rushed, but slow and gentle with 6000 years of pining behind it.

That's how you VaVoom!

[harbingerofsoup]

see, i think the main reason the ineffable divorce has hit us all so hard to the point we’re still devastated after 5 months (and will probably continue to be until s3) is because the show has done an absolutely impeccable job at making us feel exactly how long they’ve known each other, how long they’ve spent loving each other, how long they’ve been aware and couldn’t do anything about it. we can feel the weight of a truly incomprehensible amount of time, which is making the emotions conjured by their separation feel so much more intense and concentrated

[janeway-lover]

can we stop making Aziraphale the villain of Good Omens please and thank you

[camellcat]

dunno if it really fits them but the thought won't leave my brain so here's a doodle

[itsmikabab]

Has anyone thought about this?

Like just imagine Aziraphale, Crowley; Beelzebub and Gabriel just swapped. Beelzebub and Gabriel are now in Earth doing whatever, while Aziraphale and Crowley are in Heaven and Hell.

I wonder what they would be? Would their personalities still the same? Even if Aziraphale and Crowley are not in Earth anymore, and Gabriel and Beelzebub are.

This idea is probably dumb, but I just want to put it in here.

[black-and-white-showdown]

[ajdumpsherbrain]

“Hey,” Crowley says, just to break the silence.

“Why?” Aziraphale blurts, and Crowley’s gifted with eyes the shade of a million blues.

Crowley only nods, struck speechless for a moment. Then he speaks, “Insurance.” He wasn’t lying.

Aziraphale is quiet for a long time. His next sentence is softer than the quiet. “Don’t you like it here?” His clasped fingers were loosening, his thumb rubbing over his own knuckles. He opens his mouth, as if to add something else, but no words grace the space between them.

Crowley clutches the flask, just a little tighter. “I do, but things can change, ‘ngel,” he says and he tries very, very hard not to crack at the slight way Aziraphale falters, “hell’s funny like that.”

“Heaven’s—heaven’s quite amusing too,” Aziraphale whispers, and he’s turned away from Crowley now, facing the glow of neon store sign LEDs. Crowley gazes at his red-gilded silhouette, realising at once that he wants so badly to touch.

But he can’t. “I know,” he says instead, and if Aziraphale winces, he pretends not to notice. “S’like we aren’t all that different.”

Aziraphale stiffens, and Crowley knows.

“We are, dear.”

[lodilove]

That one kiss cost everything from the creation of the galaxies through the 6000 years of "friendship" (it's a long love story, a slow burn even)

[mars-ipan]

running in circles bc i can't go look at all the fanart and fanfic yet because i have a whole second season to watch

[lunascrackshack]