Quodo Rights

okay, so for project “find anathema a girlfriend,” since good omens doesn’t really have much in the way of female characters, we’ve gotta go crossover. and to me, the natural place to go, it seems, is discworld. now granted, it’s been a few years since i read most of them, so i’ve forgotten a lot, but this is really just a long winded way to say:

please consider anathema/susan sto helit

Okay okay okay

Death comes to Susan (rarely a good sign), and tells her that one of the worlds he reaps for is going to have its apocalypse eleven years from the day, only somebody misplaced the child foretold to bring about a glorious age of darkness and fire.

The thing is, Death likes this world. He’s taken an interest, and is there any way that Susan would mind keeping an eye on the child? Keep him upright, and all that.

It’s just until the apocalypse passes, Susan tells herself.

Five years later, Tadfield Primary gets a new language arts teacher, and Ms. Stohelit, with her cool black sweaters and cool black pants and hair with a cool black streak running through it, is immediately a favourite of the Them. Gone are the works of Dahl and Rowling, and in their stead are books on the glorious military campaigns of people with names like ‘Genghis Khan’ and ‘Boudicca.’ Vocabulary among Tadfield children doubles overnight, and Adam immediately devises games around them, and Susan watches, not invisible, but more unnoticeable, her eyes starbright blue.

“He’s really quite remarkable,” she admits to his parents when they ask after him. “I can tell he’s bound to have a brilliant future.”

It’s only for a bit longer, Susan tells herself.

Then one day, the American (Susan learns that it’s not a word said in England as much as it’s sneered) arrives. Susan finds her one night, stressed to tears, obsessing over a book of prophecy.

With a stiffness that makes her internal self cringe, she asks if she’d like to come in for a cup of tea.

While the tea cools, everything in Anathema Device comes spilling out. The years spent bent over the flashcards, the lifetime spent planned out in a book, the eyes she feels watching her, the pressure to perform.

Susan admits quietly that, yes, she knows something about what that’s like.

Anathema leaves back for her cottage. She kisses Susan on the cheek and thanks her for listening. It’s right over the birthmark that glows when she’s angry. It burns for an entirely different reason tonight.

The next night, Anathema is hit by a car.

Susan feels it in her, well, not her stomach, more in her bones, the ancient sense of the Duty. The air goes the greyish-purple of slowed time, and she runs until she spots the Bentley.

The gentlemen look at her with raised eyebrows.

There’s an awkward pause of recognition.

“Oh,” says the one in a white coat. “You’re - er-”

“Yes,” she says. She’s fighting back the urge to slip into the Voice. “Is she all right?”

The one in the black suit probably rolls his eyes. She can’t tell. “Oh, she’s fine. You don’t have to fuss.”

She sees the dent on the Bentley. Sees the bicicyle.

Something flashes starbright blue in her eyes. Crowley suddenly feels unseasonably cold.

Anathema only accepts the ride from the two men because Susan is also coming. If she notices that they appear to be frightened of her, she doesn’t say.

Susan gets out with Anathema in front of her cottage, with a final, frosty look back at the driver.

Anathema pauses. She looks back at Susan.

She defies Agnes Nutter* and asks if she’d like to spend the night.

*Unbeknownst to her, the second volume of the Nice and Accurate Prophecies starts with:

Pre-Scripte: Should the Daughter’s Daughter of He who hails from the World Atop The Turtle arrive to Ye, as such things are Not Bounde to Prophecie, I tell Ye this, Anathema: Get On That.

i know as a historical matter and as an instinctual matter we’re all reblogging the snake fashions like “big crowley mood” but consider that after armageddon, it’s aziraphale who starts wearing them. he gets a new pocket watch with a snake motif instead of wings. a serpentine bracelet. snake-eye cuff links. 

“i thought snakes were, you know. my area,” crowley says one evening, laying with his head in aziraphale’s lap and playing with the snake-eyed cuff links. they remind him of his own eyes, a little incongruous with the pale pastels of aziraphale’s shirt and waistcoat. 

“yes, well,” aziraphale says. “i wore the wings as a symbol of my allegiance to heaven. couldn’t very well do that anymore.”

crowley leaves the cuff links alone and stares up at aziraphale. “so you’re wearing these as - as a symbol of?”

aziraphale’s mouth goes terribly soft; his voice goes quiet. “well,” he says, brushing the hair back from crowley’s forehead, lingering on his cheek. “i rather thought it might be nice to show where i do stand. and isn’t that with you?” 

he looks as if he’s not quite sure, somewhere deep beneath his usual confidence, and crowley’s already reaching, already pulling his hands close, pressing kisses to the centre of his palms, to the soft undersides of his wrists. “it is,” he says, raising himself up to find aziraphale’s mouth, to press those kisses closer. “it is, it is, it is. stay with me, angel. stay with me forever.”

“yes,” aziraphale says, and when crowley casually hands him a ring shaped like a snake a few days later, an ouroboros with topaz eyes, a symbol of infinity, of rebirth, a symbol of eternal love, aziraphale takes it with not a little awe in his eyes and slips it, carefully, onto his left ring finger. it fits perfectly.

he never takes it off. 

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