!! DISCLAIMER THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS AND I DIDNT EDIT IT AT ALL ITS LIKE A MONTH OLD
actually I lied I went back later and changed it because I misspelled Aziraphale's name but other than that
Currently obsessing over the fact that Aziraphale and Crowley KNEW EACH OTHER before Eden
Like the more I think about it the crazier the implications get.
THINK ABOUT IT.
Aziraphale was expecting Crowley to be different. Like possibly unrecognizable. This makes sense, of course it does, because obviously demons are bad, and hell is the opposite of heaven.
If they were friends, Azi likely tried to forget as much as possible. He believed his friend, who he knew and loved, was gone, and when they met again, Crowley would be twisted into something much more sinister, something Azirophale wouldn't even recognize.
But if they didn't talk much, or even that it was just the one scene from the start of S2, they would still recognize each other. The birth of the universe isn't something you forget. CROWLEY isn't something you forget. So even if Azi hadn't thought about it much till then, he'd still recognise Crowley once he saw her.
Like I said, Aziraphale would expect that she would be totally different, something they couldn't recognise.
But they're not. They look nearly the same--the wings and the eyes being the only real difference (excluding stuff like hair because that can change easily)
This is obviously incredibly unsettling for Aziraphale. It seems like a good thing--after all, if they were friends, it means that maybe Aziraphale's friend isn't gone after all. Maybe despite everything Crowley is still the same person.
But this challenges his whole worldview. Crowley is still fundamentally nice, and she's barely changed. What defines a demon then? How can Azi fit this together, this seemingly nice demon, who strikes up casual conversation as easily as back when they were both angels, who seemingly just wants to be friends despite it all, with the idea that Hell is bad and demons are bad and they should be opposites?
[Also my personal interpretation is that they weren't friends, but Crowley is just lonely and *wants* to be friends. They're friendly to Azi in Heaven, and even though everything has changed, they still try to be friendly basically in the same way in Eden.]
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Good Omentober + Fictober (2)
Good Omentober Day 2 - stars
Fictober Prompt #7 - “Do you recognize this?
Fanfiction - Good Omens
Rating - G
Wordcount - 751
(A REALLY late post but school requirements are so draining and stressful. I already wrote this beforehand but didn't have time to post. Since I can't seem to squish in some writing in between school and other things, I guess I'll just have to post the fics on the weekends.)
Novalunosis
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Aziraphale gasped loud enough for Crowley to hear from across the hall. It wouldn’t be surprising though, as she was used to Aziraphale’s dramatic reactions. This time, however, Crowley felt something was off. Something happened. She mumbled a few complaints but soon got up from her perch on the sofa and strutted over to the bookshelves to find the angel.
“Crowley! There you are,” said Aziraphale, a giddy smile plastered on his face. “I found something that you might find delightful. Hold on, I lost the page.”
He was holding quite a thick book and frantically flipping through the musty pages to find whatever he gasped about. Crowley simply stood there leaning against a shelf, possibly muttering the same comments she made earlier.
Another gasp of excitement. Aziraphale held the book up to Crowley’s face, pointing at a colorful illustration. “Ah yes, here it is! Do you recognize this?”
Crowley squinted. “What is.. that.”
A moment of confusion. A second of realization.
“Oh! Oh. Right.”
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One angel, busy admiring the splendour of her work. Her companion was also busy admiring, not the flashes of light or the formation of celestial objects in front of him, but of her. He was fascinated with how the colors reflected in her eyes, of her wide grin as she watched what she called a nebula form--there were too many reasons to list.
Sure, he had only just met her a while ago. Maybe he saw her around in the halls of heaven but didn’t really notice. But there’s this something about her that sparks curiosity in Aziraphale, a curiosity to know more about her.
…
“Oh,” the starmaker angel marvelled. “Look at you, you’re gorgeous.”
Aziraphale blushed. “Why, thank-”
Oh. It wasn’t him. She wasn’t talking about him. She was still watching the nebula. Oh. It was a good thing Aziraphale’s voice was wasn’t too loud, was it? Oh, the embarrassment.
Crowley loved the stars. She loved them too much. That’s why God must have thought the best way to punish her, by removing the most important thing Crowley fought for. By not allowing her to see. All those billions and trillions of stars and nebulae and other celestial objects created by Crowley, she would never be able to see clearly again.
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“I’m sorry. It slipped out of my mind, Crowley.”
“Ngkk It’s nothing. Well, there is something there but I just can’t see it. I mean I can see it but not what it really is- Get what I mean?”
Aziraphale’s smile slowly morphed into that of a guilty frown.
“Angel. Angel, it’s fine” Crowley snatched the book (carefully, of course; she wouldn’t risk damaging Aziraphale’s precious book) from Aziraphale’s hands and studied the illustration inches away from her face. To her, it wasn’t comprehensible and all the colors were a blurry mess. But she tried. She tried to remember.
Crowley hated it when Aziraphale was guilty of anything trivial. It’s not just because she didn’t want her angel to fuss and apologize, it’s because his apology means he’ll do anything and everything to make Crowley feel better. And the silence that was happening after Crowley’s statement meant that Aziraphale was going to do just that: make up for it.
“Crowley.”
“Er, shh. Quiet down, I’m trying to-”
“Yes, I know, and I’m awfully sorry to-”
“Nah.”
“What do you mean ‘nah’?”
“You’re saying sorry, why? You can’t do anything about it and it’s not even your fault.”
Another thing Aziraphale does that Crowley absolutely ‘despises’ is when Aziraphale goes all soft and rather gentle and-
“No.”
“I haven’t even said a word yet.”
“Exactly. I’m stopping you so you don’t have to say anything.”
“Crowley.”
“Let’s go stargazing. Well, I’ll gaze at the stars and I’ll describe them to you. You do know that I am excellent at describing things.” (He isn’t. Crowley just loves to listen to anything he has to say.)
“Ehh-”
“Come on now. May I tempt you for a walk around St. James’s Park? And perhaps some laying on the grass and-”
“Fine. I should be the one doing the tempting, angel.”
Aziraphale simply smiled. Crowley held back hers. Instead, she looked directly into Aziraphale’s eyes. Even if she couldn’t see the stars in the books and the stars above, she could still see one at least. She can’t remember when or how Aziraphale got stars in his eyes, but Crowley doesn’t care. She’s content; she can stare at Aziraphale’s eyes for as long as she liked.
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There are a lot of layers as to way Pre-Fall Crowley is bittersweet. Most fans, at least the ones have I seen/interacted with online, feel the same. However, for me, personally, it hit differently.
Upon first viewing, I didn't understand why I felt so teary and why my chest felt tight while I listened to them talk to Aziraphale. It was a very cute moment, there was no reason to feel so gut-punched. But then, I mulled to over, gave it time to marinate in my subconscious, and I realized. They remind me of myself- my younger self- before trauma and mental health issues hit me like a dump truck. The way they so excitedly, so innocently, discussed their interests. The way they asked questions. The way that no other angel went to help them when they called for it but Aziraphale. The way they flourished in a very specific skill and found such joy in it.
I was the kid that felt left out. I was the kid that asked ridiculous questions countless times a day ("Why does the moon follow us in the car, mommy?", "Have you ever been eaten by a giant squid?", etc). I was the kid that found such contentment and happiness in astronomy, art, ghosts, aliens, magic, stop motion, writing. I was the kid that had so much of my love of life stamped out of me by my own circumstances, and my own mind.
I have always sort of related to Crowley, but watching s2 made me realize why.
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