You know what I love? Gabriel and Beelzebub have like two minutes of a scene together and the fandom took that and said, well, they are definitelyfucking, and just ran with it.
Beneath a steel sky, flashing (threats gleam like metal screaming) before the storm. Hidden in a box of glass, sterile hotel duvet
holding place for your hands and lips and breath. Safe from both sides.
All of your sins are sins of tenderness– unseemly in an angel of God.
And all of my sins are sins of weakness. Unseemly in whatever I have become.
The thunder announces you; you fall like the water, to the nearly-white (cloudlight) carpet, as I Fell once.
As I Fell into Hell. As I fell into you.
Love lights the darkest paths– a flickering match promising warmth against the iceslick street. A fool’s gambit, and yet–
Falling for you is as easy as summer rain. (Did the humans name me a God of rain? They did. They did. Once.)
Oh, my love, make my flesh an altar for your soft worship. Drink my tears for your Communion, and sing your prayers in the dark cathedral of our joined mouths.
Kiss my skin as the rain and leave me pure. Give me wings and let me rise
for a night, this last night, before the death of all the world. Let me rise.
~*~
Let Me Fall (Gabriel)
First drops fall warm as our tears– summer shower, clouds quilted to hide us. Not from God. No, She knows our raw souls. But from other eyes, from those
who have never known need–who have never known a lover’s touch.
All of your sins are sins of tenderness– unseemly in a demon Prince.
And all of my sins are sins of weakness. Unseemly in the Strength of God.
Safe before you, on my knees, and you rise from the bed–like salvation, like spring dandelions–as I rose, once.
As I rose to Heaven, still smelling of Eden.
This love festers and blooms like a corpse– drawing flies and muddying all sense. I drew you to me in my rot. I know that you are consuming me, and yet–
Surrender is as beautiful as lightning. (Did the humans name me a God of thunder? They did. They did, once.)
Oh, my love, make my flesh a dinner table and feast upon me. Drink my fears and become drunk on them. Sing me sweet sins in the delirious crypt of our joined mouths.
Peel back my skin (and lies) and leave me weak. Steal my wings and let me fall
into you, this last night, before we meet on the battlefield. Let me fall.
– S. E. De Haven (GypsyWeaver)
Both poems to be featured in the forthcoming Red Tape Zine.
Flaming Like Anything Volume 2 is a full-color NSFW Good Omens anthology made up of illustrations, short comics, prose, and other fan-created content centered around the themes of BDSM and aftercare.
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This comic came about after I began to think of how often Crowley and Aziraphale used miracles to speed things along in fanfictions. Surely if their miracles are getting audited it’s all on the record?
Here is my (obvioulsy late) gift from the Ineffable Bureaucracy Secret Satan event, for the lovely @temptation–accomplished ! Among her promts was Halloween Traditions, and I thought Gabriel would enjoy carving a pumpkin for Beez…that they would probably smash in a matter of seconds (also an excuse to draw them in silly Halloween costumes)
Sharing an umbrella seems to have become quite popular between angels&demons…even though Gabe seems to struggle a bit with the actual concept of “sharing”
