#*michael disortion voice*....almost

[wilkoakdraws]

antichrist + 1 supplemental under the cut

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #magpod #tma #the archivist #martin blackwood #jonmartin #season 5 builds us up & breaks us down #its almost ooc to draw them smiling #*michael disortion voice*....almost #ugh #tma fanart

[theconstellationprincess]

More Gabriel because I love him <3

Post-Armageddon’t Gabriel is not vibing. He’s very stressed, and She (God) has not been forthcoming with anything he needs to do. So, he works and works and works, he does so much paperwork that even Michael is impressed

And then he starts to get to know Beelzebub and he falls in love with them. And suddenly, his work ethics starts to dissipate, because when he’s with Beelzebub, he doesn’t need to worry about anything, and he wants to be like that… all the time.

And, after a particularly awful meeting with the other Archangles and the Metatron, it happens. The same feeling he gets around Beelzebub- well a little different. He doesn’t feel safe, or loved, but his thoughts slow, and things seem… simpler?

It’s strange. He’s almost tempted to contact Aziraphale to see if there’s a book about it. It fascinates him.

However, it’s very bad for his work ethic, so he avoids it as much as possible. He needs to work so that the next time something happens, he’s prepared. So what if he has actually started sleeping in short bursts because he can’t focus otherwise? So what if half of the time he has to squint when doing paperwork because his eyes are wet for some reason? He’ll be fine, he just needs to work.

And then some stupid misguided young angles decide to pop down to earth and wreak some havoc on Aziraphale and Crowley, resulting in a lot of paperwork, and so much stress. And Gabriel almost loses it on them. His wings come out, he gets a few extra eyes… not the whole shebang but enough that Michael ushers him away and Uriel takes over.

Michael is mad at him. He tucks himself away and apologizes, reassures her that it’s because of some Random excuses and it won’t happen again.

The moment he’s alone he heads to earth. He pops into a cave he knows is safe but empty, and let’s go. His wings come out, he gets extra eyes, but more importantly, his thoughts slow. He curls up on the ground, and his eyes do the wetness thing again, and he wraps his arms around himself.

He wants Bee- Beelzebub. He doesn’t need to breathe but finds himself struggling to anyways. He fumbled with his phone (sending a small thanks upwards that he had it with him, and calls their phone.

“Beelzebub,” he greets in a small voice. He hadn’t known his voice could be that high, or soft. “How are you?”

“Gabriel? Izzz everything alright?” He blinks at their tone. Why are they worried? Is his voice too weird?

“Yes.” He says. His corporal form must be malfunctioning, leaking so much fluid and now his mouth feels strange. “Sorry.” Why did he say that?

“It’zzz fine?” Beelzebub sounded confused. Gabriel made a sad noise. It was pathetic and he chastised himself for it. He did it again. “I need to get back to work.” He made the sad noise again. He wanted Bee, in person. He wanted close contact-

What? What was wrong with him? He’s an Archangel, one of the closest to the top of Heaven, why was he so desperate for human affection from a Prince of Hell?

“Gabriel?” Was Beelzebub still on the line? Gabriel made some sort of weird noise. Why was his corporation so odd?

“Bee,” he said, despite not meaning too. It came out soft and desperate. His lungs were burning, and his face was wet. Stupid Human form. Beelzebub was saying something, but he couldn’t understand what. He wanted them with him.

And there they were! Gabriel lit up when he saw them, literally. His wings glowed and his eyes perceived them with angelic light. “Bee!” He greeted, voice disorted but happy. Beelzebub looked a little nervous, and Gabriel frowned. He tried to wrangle himself back inwards, but it was hard. He got rid of most of his eyes, and 2 of his 3 sets of wings. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Oh zzilly angel.” Beelzebub whispered. “You can let yourself out, I don’t mind.” Gabriel hummed and released his (fragile) hold on his being. He relaxed. He had Bee here. He reached out towards them without thinking. They looked confused but approached him. He didn’t know how to ask for what he wanted, but Bee seemed to know.

As soon as he had an armful of demon, he felt himself fully slip away. This was the part he could never reach on his own. He sighed happily, and nuzzled into Beelzebubs neck. If he could stay here forever, he would be so happy.

#age regression #star writes #this turned out much longer than I expected #agere #sfw agere #good omens gabriel #Gabriel #good omens #good omens season 2 spoiles #good omens age regession #good omens agere #Gabriel agere #go Gabriel #good omens beelzebub #beelzebub #little Gabriel