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bird-slayer-brainrot · 2 months

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Bright Lights and Resolutions - Ineffable Husbands 30s New York

1/14 Lancaster Street, New York City, was almost exactly what Aziraphale had been imaging when he had exchanged a years salary for the slip of paper in a bar three weeks ago.

It may have taken a bit of time for Aziraphale to work up the courage to come here, but in the great span of it it really wasn't that long. They had, after all, spent whole centuries apart without so much as a letter.

But never like this.

Still, he was here. Face to face. Face to door, rather. Aziraphale raised his fist to knock. Then, he lowered it. It was a bar. Knocking was weird.

Aziraphale stepped into the dimly lit speakeasy and saw Crowley almost immediately. It wasn't crowded, which seemed unusual for a Saturday. Perhaps they were closing. No, Aziraphale checked his timepiece. It was ten pm.

Crowley was at the counter. Aziraphale's breath almost caught in his throat when he saw him (it had been a while, that's why he was here.) The shock of seeing the demon certainly wasn't helped by his attire. Aziraphale stepped hesitantly up to the counter and watched as Crowley stacked glasses on a shelf. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing an expanse of pale skin (and a splattering of moles, if one were paying attention, that Aziraphale would now permanently etch into his memory,

He also had just seen Aziraphale, and his expression was not one of joy.

They were both silent for a moment. No joyous reunion. Then, Crowley spoke.

"May I help you?"

And while Aziraphale may have consider that Crowley would react with less than enthusiasm to Aziraphale's first appearance in, well, decades, he still didn't have to like it.

"Wine, please. Red." Aziraphale cleared his throat. "And to talk."

Crowley made a face, and that really wasn't all too comforting. Without saying anything, he turned away from the angel. Aziraphale watched as he poured him a glass of what he assumed was the house red, as well as a decent serving of whiskey. He passed the wine to Aziraphale directly, and then walked around the counter. He made a small gesture with his head for Aziraphale to follow, and Aziraphale obliged.

"What do you want, Aziraphale?"

Crowley had slumped into an armchair near the fireplace. Aziraphale sat opposite him on the worn, red sofa. The distant buzz of traffic and the crackle of the dying fire in the heath were the only sounds to be heard for several moments.

Aziraphale hated the glasses he wore. If he considered the human expression that ‘eyes are the window to the soul’ then Crowley’s sunglasses were black out curtains. His expression, too, was unreadable. Aziraphale hated this. He hated all of this.

"Well." Aziraphale said. It was as good a place as any to start. It seemed also a great place to stop. Crowley watched him.

"I just-" the words stuck like glue in Aziraphale's throat. He wanted to say them, of course he did. Aziraphale wanted to tell Crowley

how it had taken him four months to track him down and that he was sorry they'd argued. He didn't - couldn't - explain the regret after the anger. How, more than anything, he wanted to reach out. March up to Crowley's door. Demand to be heard.

No. Instead, he said "I miss you."

Crowley said nothing for a moment. A long moment. He finished his drink in one gulp, and sat the glass on the table.

"Okay." he said.

Aziraphale nodded slowly. One word responses weren't a good sign, coming from Crowley, or anyone, really.

"So, what brings you to New York?"

Aziraphale looked at him then. There was no humor in Crowley's statement, and Aziraphale was genuinely unsure of how to respond to this.

"What?" he said. Crowley was still looking at him. He raised an eyeborw.

"I said, "What brings you to New York." Doesn't seem your deal." with a gesture, Crowley refilled his whiskey. Aziraphale quickly darted his head around the room, only to find it was quite empty now. The other patrons must have left without them noticing. Aziraphale briefly wondered if that was a coincidence.

"I came to see you." Aziraphale stated. The shock was all too evident on his voice, he noticed, since Crowley seemed to sit up a little straighter after that."

"Oh." was the demon's response. "Why didn't you just send a letter?"

Because Aziraphale had wanted to see him in person. He gave Crowley a look.

"Look," Aziraphale sighed. His wine glass was empty now. He didn't feel better. "I wanted to apologise about what happened at St. John's. I may have overreacted. I am sorry."

Surprisingly, he had managed to make his way through the whole sentence without stumbling. When he looked up (he hadn't even noticed he wasn't looking at Crowley until now) the demon's eyes were fixed on his face. He had removed his sunglasses at some point. A small grin spread across his face.

"Fine." he said, the smile falling almost as soon as it had appeared. "Want another drink?"

Aziraphale nodded.

“So, you run a bar now?”

“A hobby. Little rebellion against the prohibition.”

“Ahh.” Aziraphale nodded. He had drunk more than he had planned on, and so, seemingly, had Crowley. His head was pleasantly empty. The earlier conversation had taken the heavy weight off of Aziraphale's chest. And being around Crowley was so nice...

"I really..." Aziraphale stifled a laugh. Crowley had been saying something but Aziraphale had not been paying attention. "I really missed you so much."

And maybe he was very drunk (he was) but the way Crowley smiled then was so brilliant and so beautiful. Aziraphale wanted him to always smile like that.

"Missed you too." Crowley replied in a rare show of emotion. Aziraphale laughed, and when Crowley asked why, Aziraphale told him.

It was just so nice to be hear again. Together again. It was nicer than anything.

Aziraphale had relocated at a point in the evening to the sofa Crowley was on. They were sitting close enough that their knees had touched, but neither jumped away. When Aziraphale rested his head on Crowley's shoulder, neither of them had questioned it. Crowley stretched an arm around Aziraphale's back, and Aziraphale leaned in to the touch without question. They were quiet.

"This is nice." Aziraphale said after a while. "Seeing you is nice, Crowley."

Crowley groaned, and Aziraphale shifted. Had he said the wrong thing? The alarms in Aziraphale's brains started blaring. Crowley spoke.

"Don't go being sappy on me now, angel." he veered around Aziraphale's words. And Aziraphale knew he was teasing. But he couldn't stop looking at Crowley now.

Crowley. His Crowley. He had missed him. So much. But he was here now. All red hair and long limbs. Aziraphale suddenly had the urge to hold him.

And Crowley was watching him. Really watching him. It was unbearable in its fondness. Aziraphale wanted to kiss him. He did.

He kissed him.

Crowley.

And Crowley was kissing him back. His lips were soft. He smelt like cigarettes and tasted like whisky and Aziraphale wanted to bathe in it and it was all lovely,

They broke apart, looking at each other.

"I missed you." Aziraphale said again. Crowley just smiled.

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giantmushyfriend · 9 months

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The Ineffable Husbands are ABBA coded (I went overboard on this one) (S2 SPOILERS) (I’m not sorry)

I see your “the ineffable husbands are so Hozier coded,” and your “they’re so Taylor Swift coded,” and I raise you a “the ineffable husbands are incredibly ABBA coded.”

Listen, I know we all know about Aziraphale’s playlist having Angeleyes on it, which makes perfect sense given where Series 2 left us. I mean, come on;

“Look into his angel eyes

One look and you’re hypnotized.

He’ll take your heart and you must pray the price”

And

“Sometimes when I’m lonely, I sit and think about him

And it hurts to remember all the good times

When I thought I could never live without him

And I wonder, does it have to be the same

Every time? When I see him, will it bring back all the pain?

How can I forget that name?”

It’s obvious that this song, from a post-Series 2 standpoint is Aziraphale (and also Crowley) analyzing their relationship. It’s them admitting to themselves that although the other caused them pain, they still miss and love each other, even if they aren’t willing to admit it yet.

However, this isn’t where the ABBA train ends. We can see Aziraphale and Crowley’s relationship, both the highs and lows, in several different ABBA songs. Do you want to talk about how Crowley is probably feeling after the finale? And how he’ll probably be feeling when we get our AziraCrow reunion in S3? Let’s look at The Winner Takes It All. The entire song relates to how Crowley see’s the split and different aspects of their relationship.

“I’ve played all my cards

And that’s what you’ve done too

Nothing more to say

No more ace to play

The Winner takes it all

The loser’s standing small”

Tell me this is not his confession scene. Crowley laid it all out there, and it wasn’t enough. They both have laid out what they think is best, and neither of them was pursued (mostly because of the bad communication). Heaven’s influence on Aziraphale and his inherent want to do good won out, the cards were never in Crowley’s favor in this situation. He’s left with essentially nothing when Aziraphale leaves, his one constant, his one tether to this world, is gone.

“I was in your arms

Thinking I belonged there

I figured it made sense

Building me a fence

Building me a home

Thinking I’d be strong there

But I was a fool

Playing by the rules”

Talking about how Crowley built a home within his relationship with Aziraphale, and how he feels like a fool for relying on it after its been stripped away.

“The gods may throw a dice

Their minds as cold as ice

And someone way down here

Loses someone dear”

In reference to God’s ineffable plan, if Aziraphale leaving him and choosing Heaven is really a part of it. To God, this separation is just a smaller part of a larger scheme, insignificant, but to Crowley, it is life-changing. He’s lost his best friend, seemingly for good, all in the name of “the greater good.”

“Somewhere deep inside

You must know I miss you

But what can I say?

Rules must be obeyed

The judges will decide

The likes of me abide”

COME ON. Crowley doesn’t believe that Aziraphale could ever love him, he’s a demon, and to the rest of the world, he is inherently below Aziraphale. Those are the “rules” of the world, and this is a dejected Crowley saying that maybe they can’t rewrite them. This is him, in his darkest moment, telling himself and Aziraphale that there is nothing they can do, rules in the end have to be obeyed and the likes of him have to abide by them eventually.

To an extent, Aziraphale is the “winner” in this split. He’s the one that gets to leave, seemingly unbothered by the pain he is causing Crowley. We as the audience know differently, but Crowley doesn’t. In his perspective, Aziraphale has won the game.

And their reunion in (hopefully) S3?

“And I understand

You’ve come to shake my hand”.

Admitting defeat. Good game.

You want Aziraphale to reflect on his mistake of leaving Crowley, which he inevitably will? Look at One of Us.

“My picture clear

Everything seemed so easy

And so I dealt you the blow

One of us had to go”

Aziraphale is obviously still working through his toxic relationship with Heaven as an institution. In his eyes, with his belief in the greater good, everything seems easy. He can go to Heaven, make it worthy of beings like Crowley, and make it better. But when Crowley says he doesn’t want to go with him, Aziraphale knows he has to make the choice. And because of his inherent belief that Heaven can and is good, he chooses them, dealing the blow to Crowley with that final “I forgive you.”

“One of us is crying, one of us is lying

In a lonely bed

Staring at the ceiling

Wishing she was

somewhere else instead

One of us is lonely, and one of us is only

Waiting for a call

Sorry for herself, feeling

stupid, feeling small

Wishing she had never left at all”

The entire chorus is Aziraphale wishing he could take back what happened that day. It’s him wishing that he was back on Earth, in his bookshop with Crowley. It’s him wishing that Crowley would come back to him. It’s him completely enveloped in regret.

“I saw myself

As a concealed attraction.

I felt you kept me away

From the heath and the action.

Just like a child

Stubborn and misconceiving

That’s how I started the show

One of us had to go

Now I’m changed and I want you to know”

As we’ve already discussed, Aziraphale believes that Heaven is inherently good and thus must just need a push in the right direction. To him, he could be that push. When Crowley stands firm in his belief that Heaven won’t change, a part of Aziraphale had to have taken offense to that, because he’s partially hearing “Heaven won’t change, let alone for you”. Aziraphale, for his entire existence, has been told his efforts aren’t enough. So when he’s given the chance to make an impact, to finally do what he thinks is right, he jumps for it. He’s stubborn in his core beliefs that there is an inherently good and inherent evil, which we as the audience have come to learn isn’t true. To us, and probably to future Aziraphale, his past self was misconceiving. This is both present and future Aziraphale admitting that he made a mistake choosing Heaven over Crowley. This is Aziraphale pinning for the life he could have had with Crowley, for the life he gave away for what he thought was right.

You want both of them to look back on the good times of them traveling the world throughout time before all of this Second Coming shit went down? Look at Our Last Summer.

“I was so happy we had met

It was the age of no regret”

“We took the chance

Like we were dancing our last dance

I can still recall our last summer

I still see it all

In the tourist jam

Round the Notre Dame

Our Last summer

Walking hand in hand

Paris restaurants

Our last summer

Morning croissants

Living for the day

Worries far away

Our last summer

We could laugh and play”

Do you want some angst where they both are looking back at what went wrong? Look no further, SOS has got you covered!

“I try to reach for you, but

you have closed your mind.

Whatever happened to our love? I wish I understood”’

That’s literally their final argument before Aziraphale leaves with Metatron. It’s them reaching for each other, both of them saying “Stay with me” but the lack of communication has shut down all hope.

“When you’re gone, how

can I even try to go on?”

“You made me feel alive,

but something died, I fear

I really tried to make it up

I wish I understood”

Crowley in his last stitched attempt to make Aziraphale stay: the kiss. He tried to make it up, but it didn’t work and he doesn’t understand why it really didn’t.

Oh, are you tired of angst? Do you want some happy ineffable husbands? ABBA beat us to it! You better believe that Crowley jams to Take a Chance on Me at least once a day.

“Gonna do my very best

and it ain’t no lie

If you put me to the test, if

you let me try

Take a chance on me”

“‘Cause you know I’ve got

So much that I wanna do

When I dream I’m alone

with you, it’s magic

You want me to leave it

there

Afraid of a love affair

But I think you know

That I can’t let go”

“Oh, you can take your time baby

I’m in no hurry

Know I’m gonna get you”

The entire song is Crowley asking Aziraphale to just give him a chance. To let him prove how much he loves him.

Do you want them talking about that first Doomsday where they turned against their respective sides for each other? Fernando.

“There was something in

the air that night

The stars were bright,

Fernando

They were shining there

for you and me

For liberty, Fernando

Though we never thought

that we could lose

There’s no regret

If I had to do the same

again

I would, my friend,

Fernando”

How about them talking about how much they love each other? I’ve Been Waiting For You, Waterloo, Super Trouper, and Lay Your Love On Me sums it up perfectly.

I’ve Been Waiting For You:

“You’re something I’d been

pleading for

I love you, I adore you

I lay my life before you

I’ll have you want me more

and more

And finally, it seems

my lonely days are through

I’ve been waiting for you”

Waterloo:

“Waterloo

Promise to love you

forevermore

Waterloo

Couldn’t escape if I

wanted to

Waterloo

Knowing my fate is to be

with you”

“And how could I ever refuse

I feel like I win when I lose”

Super Trouper:

“So I’ll be there when you

arrive

The sight of you will prove

to me I’m

Still alive, and when you

take me in your arms

And hold me tight

I know it’s gonna mean so much tonight”

Lay All Your Love On Me

“It was like shooting a

sitting duck

A little small talk, a smile

and baby I was stuck

I still don’t know what

you’ve done with me

A grown-up woman

should never fall so easily

I feel a kind of fear

When I don’t have you

near

Unsatisfied, I skip my pride

I beg you dear”

“I used to think that was sensible

It makes the truth even

more incomprehensible

‘Cause everything is new

And everything is you

And all I’ve learned has

overturned

What can I do?”

In conclusion, the ineffable husbands are probably the most ABBA-coded thing I’ve seen in a while. And no one talks about it! Absolutely no one! I think part of it comes from the fact that Series 2 of Our Flag Means Death has already been lumped with ABBA, but they both can be ABBA coded! Aziraphale and Crowley inspired all of the songs on the Mamma Mia set list, and you can pry that fact from my cold, dead hands.

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ingravinoveritas · 9 months

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Why are people begging for Anna and Georgia to be in GO?! I’m genuinely wondering why cause they don’t fit in their world and if they were there, it wouldn’t be the Ineffable Husbands anymore, it would just be like a family reunion. Also, people wanting the girls to show up in GO as lesbian lovers to each other?? When have they ever been seen or hinted at any sort of affection towards one another? Georgia can barely stand her and Anna is….. meh. Barely on social media except only to post one occasional thing of Good Omens and then disappears into the night. Neil asking if Dottie and Sadie should show up in the next season and people asking if Georgia and Anna can play them…. It’s ironic cause the question was if Aziraphale should have a beard in season 3 and Neil took it as beards, someone used as a romantic partner to cover up the others sexuality. Veryyy interesting to see. Do you think Neil saying Sadie and Dottie are beards and people mentioning Georgia and Anna to play them means something?

It's honestly difficult to know where to start with this, because I have also noticed the uptick in people campaigning for Georgia and AL to be in season 3, apropos of seemingly nothing at all. There seems to be an assumption that Georgia and AL have the same kind of chemistry as David and Michael, when nothing could be further from the truth. By Georgia's own admission, she barely knew AL when the first season of Staged was filmed, and the entire "best friend" dynamic between them was faked.

A few years later, you have Staged season 3, where Georgia dyed her hair red to differentiate herself from AL since everyone kept saying they looked exactly the same. You also have a clearly established "throuple" dynamic between Michael, David, and Georgia that AL Is not at all a part of (and has seemingly been specifically excluded from), and Georgia only engaging with AL on social media when there is something to promote (such as Staged 3 being released on the BBC, to give a recent example) or on posts related to "business" things (Georgia commented on AL's new headshots, but not on the post for Mabli's first birthday, to give another example). Not to mention AL copying Georgia's personality and posting style at every available turn, because she desperately wants to obtain the same level of clout that Georgia has in the fandom. (This, despite Michael seemingly having faded her from his social media/any sort of public connection to her entirely.)

(Also, none of this even touches on what I mentioned in this post, about the sheer audacity in suggesting that AL and Georgia could play Aziraphale and Crowley, respectively, or how insulting that is to Michael and David...)

Now, however, we have this whole "Dottie and Sadie" business to contend with, which is on a level of ridiculousness I'm not sure I knew existed. Context, for those who may not know: "Dottie and Sadie" refers to Aziraphale and Crowley's fictional wives, which Neil started alluding to as part of his exasperated answers to questions on Tumblr. They are not real characters and have nothing to do with the GO novel itself. But it seems the fans have taken the idea of AL and Georgia as Dottie and Sadie and run with it.

Anna (who apparently has also started copying Georgia's habit of searching her own name on Twitter) has now added to the discourse with this QT today:

I'm truly baffled as to how so many people don't seem to see this for the attention grab that it is. This is a clear attempt at remaining relevant, as well as her trying to push her way into GO season 3. Yet it's telling that the part she is seemingly lobbying for is for a character that doesn't even exist, and has no bearing on the GOmens universe whatsoever.

What also bothers me (and I've heard this from a few people who've DMed me as well) is that this very much comes across as "straight girl making out with a friend as a joke." For all we know, AL could be bi, but she has shared so little of herself/shown no outward support for the LGBTQ+ community as to make it impossible to determine. Also the last thing Michael and David have ever done is play what is between them/Aziraphale and Crowley for laughs, so the fact that their connection and experience with their own queerness is so genuine only makes this comment from AL look incredibly fake, and like she is trying to be a pale imitation of them.

But again...and perhaps the most unintentionally hilarious part of all this...is AL apparently missing the entire point that Dottie and Sadie are beards. By saying she wants to play such a role, she is reinforcing the idea that she is only there to make Michael look straight, and that that is the purpose of their relationship. For as calculated as all of her posts/replies are, this almost feels like her accidentally telling the truth in the midst of a bunch of nonsense. Like you said: Very interesting...

I have more thoughts on GO season 3/the casting of family members--Peter worked well in GO 2, Ty did not--to share in my forthcoming analysis of the second season (I'm rewatching all of the episodes right now just to get everything fresh in my mind, but I will start writing/turn Anons back on soon), so I will end this here. But those are my thoughts on all these recent developments. Just hoping that all the fandemonium (fan pandemonium) dies down and we can have an honest discussion about season 3 one of these days...

#phantomstars24 #reply post #good omens #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #georgia tennant #trying to provide a balanced perspective #but the obsession folks in the fandom have with georgia and al is really ott at times #also AL accidentally confirming she is Michael's beard may be the only good thing about this #i don't even know anymore #fandom woes #anna lundberg #discourse

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thelanding · 9 months

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Hurt as he is, I'm just certain Crowley will visit the bookshop all the time in Aziraphale's absence to take care of the place and make sure every single book is in perfect condition when his angel returns. He'll rearrange them in correct alphabetical order, dust them off, sometimes even read a Jane Austen one to his houseplants for old times sake, remembering the ball and how happy Aziraphale looked that night. He will remember the dance and holding his angel close until he can't take the weight of his memories.

Then he will bury himself in grief again. Whenever that happens, he's usually got his glasses on and hides in empty corners of the shop all alone. Since Aziraphale got into that damn elevator Crowley's been waiting for him to come back or contact him but it's been years now and sometimes he doesn't see hope. Why's he even here? Will Aziraphale ever realize the danger he put himself in or how much better it could've been if he stayed here with Crowley? Did power change him? Did he ever think of them anymore? Was he safe up There? Did he hate him?

Muriel is typically the one to find Crowley in those moments and she always tries to cheer him up in the silliest ways cause she doesn't have a clue how to help a demon but can't stand to see him hurt like this any longer. Crowley probably resents her all along and complains about her loud presence or the way she's running stuff all wrong and how Aziraphale would collapse if she let Maggie put another one of her teacups on top of Cleopatra's diaries again, but given time she'll become his only company and perhaps even somewhat of a friend.

One day he tries to trick her into praying while she's preparing a bath for him - an offer she thought he'd refuse on spot like all the previous ones and was quite surprised when he instead enthusiastically accepted. She doesn't pray that day, though, and it's not until the next week when he tries to trick her into prayer again, this time when watering the plants, that she realizes he's been in search of holy water.

Maybe after that, after watching Crowley be miserable for so long, Muriel's the one to come up with a plan to help him find Aziraphale and end this. She goes Up to Heaven to scold Aziraphale and inform him of Crowley's situation and intentions. She tells him everything. Even if Aziraphale did accept the job in Heaven under some kind of threat of Them erasing Crowley from the book of life, what'll he do when he realizes his efforts aren't making a difference in saving anyone, not even his best friend? Humanity isn't safer, Armagedom is still set to happen with or without his interference, and Crowley is in deep suffer and danger down here anyway. Aziraphale will definitely fight to get out, then.

Metatron won't hold anything to prevent Aziraphale from coming back to Earth. He will lock the angel somewhere to avoid all and any attempts at a reunion between the duo who blasted a miracle through Earth's atmosphere or even rebeled the AntiChrist against his own Father.

And maybe there's nothing Crowley can do to save his angel. No, this time, it's Aziraphale who has to save himself and go after his demon. It's Aziraphale who shows up at the bookshop last minute and stops something terrible from happening to Crowley, and cries in his shoulders and apologizes for leaving.

Ineffable husbands reunite and this time they finally talk. They finally kiss. They finally understand each other. After all is said and done and forgiven, they save the world a second time - closer and stronger now. And then they finally go off together.

Books and houseplants and the Bentley and an eternity awaits them in a South Downs cottage. There are no sides but their own side.

#good omens 2 #gos2 spoilers #gos2 #go season 2 #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #go s2 spoilers #aziraphale #crowley #neil gaiman

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casualminerva · 7 months

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"I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of eternity with somebody, you want the rest of eternity to start as soon as possible."*

Why GO3 needs to end with a holiday episode

This post starts, as it will end, with Neil Gaiman. Neil, allegedly, has said that Good Omens is a rom-com. Maybe his exact words were “love story,” but let’s not quibble. This piqued my interest because face it, rom-coms are few and far between right now (except for K-dramas, where they are plentiful and quite wonderful, if a bit draggy at 16 episodes). And in my mind the world would be a lot better right now if the Western media giants would stop greenlighting every stabby, bloody, nihilistic cop power fantasy that emerges from the sad resentful minds of perpetually adolescent cishet male producers, and run with romantic comedies by the bucketful, especially ones that will right the wrongs of the ‘90s rom-com golden era.

Good Omens is one of those, definitely. Our lovers are non-human, gender fluid, older. But the rules of rom-coms are still in place. Season 1 had the meet cute, the clash of opposing life views that gradually softens, our couple being forced to work together with comic results, a brief traumatic separation, and a reuniting in mutual appreciation, if not love.

Season 2 was the deepening of everything, the camera documenting their faces caressing each other, the mutual rescuing, the “our side won’t like that” restraints dropping, and all of a sudden they’re touching each other out of both affection and habit, until a shitty choice arises to end it all, with a climactic kiss punctuating a truly wrenching moment of, I don’t know yet if you can call it noble idiocy, but it was a wrecking ball moment that told us they’re gonna be separated, with their hearts and ours broken, for a good long time.

Now to S3 (please please Amazon, renew). Season 3 can go so many wild directions since we’re in Second Coming territory, but for our lovers, it’s going to be dreadful to watch them separated. Our hearts are going to be in our throats every time they’re potentially in the same scene together. We’re going to see them alone, doing their own thing a lot, as once again they try to save the world, this time without each other, perhaps on opposite sides.

So what is it that finally breaks impasses and brings rom-com lovers back into each other’s arms? It’s not sudden rain showers or cotillion balls, obviously. It’s the HOLIDAYS. Christmas and Hanukkah and the grandest of them all, New Year’s Eve. It's hard to think of a rom-com that doesn’t have a confession, reunion or long overdue kiss against the backdrop of tipsy NYE celebrants or the sight of snow through glowing windows. It's the ultimate serotonin release mechanism, it conquers worry, it heals heartache, it just -- works.

I can imagine Neil and John Finnemore having a wonderful time playing with, twisting and subverting the holiday trope, all the while using that same trope to delicately land the plane of Aziraphale and Crowley’s fraught relationship.

We already know that the subject of Christmas lights is a sticky wicket for the Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeepers Association. A possible incentive to get Aziraphale back in the bookshop? We also can guess the effect Auld Lang Syne, the most shamelessly sentimental song in any film in all of recorded history, would have on a certain Scottish-leaning demon who has watched his share of Richard Curtis movies. I hope the Bentley will play it for the two of them (not the bebop version though) because, well, vavoom. We will all be piles of sobbing goo.

There’s so much material. The birth of Jesus as a minisode (welcome back, Gabriel!), other biblical and religious stuff, carolers (demons or angels or both?), Dickens references, parties, dancing. Finally, a gentle snow transforming Whickber Street into a dreamland, as our two tired but eternally hopeful ineffable lovers reunite once again, worse for wear but a little wiser, put aside their differences for good, and seal the deal with a really, really fucking GOOD, LONG, KISS.

So … anyway. I started writing this post as kind of a joke, but accidentally made myself a believer. Oh, and I said the post ends with Neil Gaiman, because it does. Every New Year, Neil writes a tender and beautiful message of love, hope, and new beginnings to his readers. Here’s trusting he does the same for Good Omens 3, and that God, wherever She is, blesses us, every one.

*Title quote pays homage to When Harry Met Sally, the greatest of all rom-coms (fight me).

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 3 #aziraphale and crowley #renew good omens #aziraphale #crowley

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crisalidaseason · 8 months

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Day 3: Confession

CW: clueless ineffable bureaucracy, but extremely in love, embarassement as a metaphor for love. I don't really know how I feel about this one since I did not review it but here it goes before I give up.

Their little reunion was almost ending, Gabriel could feel it. It was the strange sensation of doom whenever they felt like time had passed for far longer than it should.

"See you in another opportunity?" Beelzebub said once they left the pub.

"What a cold night" the angel commented.

"Is it?"

The night was colder than usual, not that the angel or demon cared about temperature, but there was something about the low degrees that brought the humans closer, and Gabriel was wondering if...

"Don't you feel it?" the angel said.

Gabriel had to concentrate on the demon's words, since their face reflected a distracting and alluring shade of warm yellow from the illuminating device over their heads.

"I suppose it is cold, but I can't really feel it" Beelzebub replied, a wicked little smile on their lips "are you cold, angel? Do you want me to warm you?"

The angel did not reply, instead feeling a strange heat spread on his face. That sensation again.

"You're doing it again" Beelzebub commented "the red face thing"

Gabriel touched his cheeks, still feeling the heat.

"I don't know why it happens" the angel said.

They were still a nice distant away, politely facing one another, until Beelzebub stepped closer. The heat in the angel's face increased.

"Look at you" the demon smiled again "I could mistake you for a cherub"

Gabriel slightly scoffed, avoiding the demon's gaze.

"No, no" Beelzebub protested, chasing Gabriel's eyes "don't hide from me"

"You do this on purpose" Gabriel narrowed his eyes "is this something your lot does to defeat angels into submission?"

The demon face started trembling, almost containing what seemed to be laughter if Gabriel was certain of the signs. The corner of their defined lips struggling to not move.

"Wouldn't that be nice?" Beelzebub said "but I fear that is not the case. I heard it could be a sign of being embarassed"

"About what?" the angel asked.

"I don't know"

Gabriel did not know what being embarassed was exactly, but all he knew was that Beelzebub was the cause. It only happened when they were speaking, specially when they gifted him the fly.

"We should return to our dominions, angel" the demon reasoned.

Gabriel nodded, preparing to take the elevator but stopping before Beelzebub could disappear.

"Wait"

The demon looked at the angel, waiting.

"I like it" he said "If you're the cause then I like being embarassed"

Beelzebub looked at the ground for a split second, covering their mouth slightly. The action making Gabriel feel even more embarassed. He was embarassed, right? It felt good.

"Well angel" they managed to say "so do I"

#ineffable bureaucracy #beelzebub #lord beelzebub #archangel gabriel #IBweek2023

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koscheiisms · 1 month

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rules: list the first line of your last ten (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern! (im excluding my drabbles for this one)

tagged by @roxannepolice @theprodigalpragmatist @godteethed and @harrowq !

"Taking over the world is, in reality, significantly more mundane than one might think it to be." (a primer for the violent loves, tensimm with a lot of violence and kissing)

"He didn't meant to drink this much." (twin high maintenance machines, alec hardy heart whump)

"One. The scuffed toes of his trainers drag a path through the dirt, making him wheeze as the dust fills his lungs." (a martyrdom, a kingdom that will never come, tensimm funeral pyre fic written with juni)

"Borusa was the one who found them." (the purest lick of fire, a flashback to accompany the tensimm funeral pyre fic. also written with juni, and i think they wrote this line)

"Crowley brushed off the disc, examining it with a careful eye." (Ad Astra, an ineffable wives pining fic for the Good Omens Minisode Minibang)

"He’s been jumpy, lately, followed by shadows like angels of death that warp every creak of his floorboards into a confession." (sweet, mourning lamb, a tensimm catholic priest au fic)

"'I believe that it’s time we had a talk,' says Irving Braxiatel, staring down his younger brother and Koschei as they fidget in their chairs." (when two time lords love each other very much, a brax and academy era thoschei crackfic)

"'Oi, Doctor, can I get a hand over here?' yells Donna, barely audible over the din of the party." (we'll take a cup of kindness yet, some domestic fourteen and a conversation with wilf on NYE)

"Crowley hadn’t meant to be in the bookshop on Christmas Eve." (and the bells were ringing out for christmas day, a post-s2 reunion fic for a little gift exchange!)

"The Doctor doesn’t need to sleep, really; at least that’s what he likes to tell himself." (Mind, Body, Soul, a hurt/comfort doctordonna fic with some telepathy)

what im gathering from this is that almost all of my fics start in the middle of the action or with some sort of generalized statement...its so funny how tonally different some of these are from the fics that they come from!

tagging @my-lonely-angel @my-heart-of-heart and @merrygejelh ! absolutely no pressure :3

#frances writes

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aziraphales-library · 5 months

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Hullo lovely people! Wonderful work as per usual; I hope you guys have recovered somewhat from the devastation of the S2 Finale....because I have not. 😭😭😭 Do you happens to have a list of fix-it recs? And if you haven't, I would like to toss TheBobblehat's 'Revelations' into the ring!

Hi! Here are some series two fix-it fics for you...

and now that i know (i wish you'd left me wondering) by angelwiththebluebox (T)

It had been 4 weeks, 3 days and 21 minutes since Aziraphale walked into that elevator. Not that Crowley was counting. Because he wasn’t.

A Proper Apology by cyankelpie (G)

A series of phone calls following the end of season two, in which an angel learns to apologize.

the human custom of wrong love by pinklemonades (T)

He supposes he should’ve seen it coming from the moment they met in the garden when their lives became inextricably intertwined to the point of mutually assured destruction if either of them tried to leave. (or in which Aziraphale realizes that Heaven will never care for him the way he wanted them to, Crowley can’t figure out why he can’t let go and leave as easily as Aziraphale did, and the two lovers realize they need to learn how to love without hurting)

Separate Ways by Fire_Traveller (T)

After Aziraphale returns back to Heaven to take on Gabriel's job, Crowley is left behind with the shattered pieces of his life and his heart. He tries to adjust, but it doesn't go all that well. Muriel tries their best to offer support, but in the end, it takes Aziraphale and a proper talking to each other to patch up the broken pieces...

there's something so lonesome, something so wholesome by sherashalala (G)

Muriel has been appointed as the assistant bookshop keeper of A.Z. Fell and Co., and they like to think that they're doing a very good job at it. Especially if Muriel has been actively been coordinating with both of their bosses-- Mr. Aziraphale and Mr. Crowley. Secretly to the people of London, Muriel is an Angel! (Nina and Maggie know that Muriel is no human) And being an Angel, Muriel can feel Love in the bookshop. So much of it. So much whenever either of their Bosses come and go. Obviously, as an Angel who has the best interest of their boss in mind, they're going to have to find a way to propagate this. ~+~ Basically: Muriel tries to get the ineffable husbands to make up.

To Err is Human; To Save the World, Divine by LupusDragon (T)

Almost immediately after arriving in Heaven, Aziraphale realizes his mistake and returns to ask Crowley for forgiveness. And ask for his help in saving the world all over again.

And the one you mentioned...

Revelations by TheBobblehat (T)

Muriel has officially been designated the keeper of Aziraphale's bookshop. While running it, they find what the humans call a Die-Airy, and uses it to log in their days on Earth, and everything they see while in the heart of London. Including a potential reunion between the shop's former keeper and his closest companion.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #fix-it #mod d

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strangesthirdeye · 2 months

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Chapter 9; Unfortunate reunion

✩ KAMAR-TAJ - ROOFTOP DEFENSE COMPOUND - DAWN ✩

An overhead view above Kathmandu. The sun is just cresting the mountains, painting the rooftops with golden light. The view is glorious. A gentle breeze is the complement of the day. Great for taking pictures actually.

Atop the roof, dozens of sorcerers, including Mordo, practiced a martial arts kata, all chanting and moving in unison while making identical runes of light in the air. It’s beautiful.

The way they all moved was very smooth and firm and simultaneously. The way they move their hands and moved their muscles so gracefully. John walked between them with the careful stern eyes of an instructor, examining their stances and runes, bellowing out the count as he goes.

Two week has passed, as well as Stephen's beard and hair are getting longer making his face hard to be recognized, who is right now is in the group of sorcerers who are practicing and moved at the instruction of the instructor. He seemed to be struggling to keep up with those moves. Until the instructor gave instructions for summoning magic, Stephen's hands seemed to shake more aggressively and he seemed to be in a hurry to catch up with them. The pain in his hands was getting worse as he tried to hold back the pain by ignoring it.

He struggles to make light of shape with his crippled fingers. The look on his face was like despair. And the magic he did, did not form any kind of shapes and only left a spark of light.

Frustrated, he tried again more diligently. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

✩ COURTYARD - UNDER THE TREE - SAME TIME ✩

"Let's say if suddenly there was a threat from another dimension in the middle of the city, what would be the first thing you would do?"

"Create a mirror dimension? Where what happens in the mirror dimension will not have an effect outside the mirror dimension" you replied simply.

"Three thousand points for Ravenclaw. Great.. right.. next question" Dhani leaned forward and palmed both her hands and brought them to her mouth.

"What are the 4 marks of a mystic?" Dhani questioned with fake serious voices.

"1) Ineffability; 2) Noetic Quality; 3) Transiency; 4) Passivity." You listed while showing four fingers towards her.

"good girl, are you sure you didn't eat the books spells you borrowed from the library? I mean, all the questions are correct" Dhani blew her lips. "not to be pretentious, I passed all the 'exams' that The Ancient One gave me which she claims I blended all the spells books using a blender and drank the juice from the spells book in order to pass all the tests. I still remember that one time I once took it seriously with her plan" Dhani said while looking at the students practicing there.

"at least you don't have to be kicked out like the 'mystery' man that day" You joked while gently nudging Dhani's shoulder who was sitting next to you.

Dhani giggled. "I did try to bribe Ancient One to borrow one book from her collection tho. It worked but best not to follow that" Dhani said mimicking serious voices.

You chuckled. "what happened to that 'mystery' man? I never even saw him yet these past two weeks"

Dhani glanced at you several times. "seriously, haven't you seen him yet? Sheshh, I've had many sessions with him actually. He never shares his name, you know. He just keeps quiet and focuses. Sometimes I saw him near the library in a hidden corner. Lots of books are with him. I'll tell you what, he has beautiful eyes"

"really?" you said in disbelief.

"yeah, you probably don't recognize him because he has a lot of beard and long hair right now. I wonder when he will shave all that hair." Dhani blew her lips.

Out of nowhere, Moon, Dhani's cat suddenly climbs up and sits on Dhani's lap which makes Dhani jerked in shock. Dhani scolded Moon. Moon meowed and nuzzled into her abdomen. Dhani unconsciously brushed her fingers into Moon's furs.

"I think now he might be in the group that is training on the rooftop there" Dhani nodded towards the rooftop that has several students training.

You looked at the place where Dhani pointed out. Obviously, there was only one student wearing gray clothes in the group. Which makes you recognize that mysterious person. He is tall and well built. Pale skin glistening with sweat. And he seems to struggle to keep up with the instructor's instructions. This reminds you of the day you came here.

While you are busy observing the mysterious man, Dhani who is looking at the same spot is also looking at John who is right now walking towards the 'mystery' man. Both of his hands were placed behind him as he stopped in front of the man in the gray tunic who was struggling. John seemed to be demonstrating to the man as the man seemed to focus on the movements of John's hands before he tried to make the same movements as John. But only a spark of light is visible.

As John demonstrated again, his well built hands flexed trying to get rid of the pain in his hands showing his veins that appeared in his arms before making the same movement again. With that, Dhani was stunned and her face turned red. Moon nuzzled against her stomach trying to find comfort.

"That's him right?" you muttered.

Dhani returned to reality and turned her gaze to you. Her red face is fading. Dhani cleared her throat. "aye, That's him.. The only one wearing a gray tunic. Don't worry, you'll run into him later" Dhani patted your arm encouragingly.

"Yeah.. Later" you mumbled.

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✩ KAMAR-TAJ - ROOFTOP DEFENSE COMPOUND - AFTERNOON ✩

It was the same day only it was afternoon. The sun peaked in the sky getting hotter as well as the rising temperature making Stephen's body glistening with sweat. He and Mordo have been there for several hours of Martial training. Both of them drenched with sweat.

Stephen runs through a sequence of fighting stances with Mordo, blocking and sweeping with his arms. His form looks good, but still no runes of light - unlike the mostly-younger Novices around him.

Stephen stopped and let out a tired breath. "How is learning Karate going to help heal my hands?"

Mordo stopped but his fighting stand didn't budge. He looked at Stephen oddly. "Karate? We're not ninjas." Mordo beat Stephen again which makes Stephen kneel to the floor.

"Again" Mordo gave the order and returned to make his fighting stand followed by Stephen after panting several times with his breath.

They repeat the sequence of fighting stances again until they think it is enough for today. But still, Stephen still ended up kneeling on the ground after being beaten several times by Mordo. Stephen was panting.

He groaned with tiredness and defeated. He then looked up at Mordo's face.

"up. We're not done yet" Mordo held out his hand to Stephen which Stephen reached for Mordo's hand and got up.

After that, Stephen cracked his head and his arm trying to ease the pain. Both of his crippled hands are throbbing with pain only for him to ignore it. Stephen took a breath and exhaled before returning to his fighting stance. But before he started to strike Mordo, the corner of Stephen's eyes seemed to see your figure walking in the courtyard. Stephen froze and looked away from Mordo to see what he thought was a glimpse of you but what he thought was already gone.

Stephen narrowed his eyes at that spot but was cut short when he felt his leg being tackled by Mordo causing him to fall to his side hard. Stephen groaned in pain.

"like I said, we're not done yet"

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It was a young night where all the students were on their way to their respective dorms, some went to the kitchen for dinner and some were still training in the courtyard for some practices. Stephen who is still wearing gray tunic walked towards the library with his hand holding some of the books he borrowed two weeks ago. The one that John recommended him to read. Stephen took a thousand steps into the dim library. He saw Wong at the counter who seemed to be settling some books there solemnly with a powerful physique under his simple robe. His eyes are proud. In this place he is king.

"hey" Stephen greeted him as he approached the counter.

Wong glanced at him with an unreadable look. "Mr Strange" he greeted back with a flat tone.

Stephen clumsily put the book on the counter. "Uh, Stephen please.. and you are?"

"Wong" Wong simply replied.

"Just Wong? Like Adele" Stephen guessed.

Wong just stared at him blankly. This made Stephen awkward.

"Or... Aristotle...? Drake...? Bono....? Eminem...? " Stephen guessed with shame he lowered his head and refused to make eye contact with Wong.

Wong ignored Stephen's joke instead he reached the stack of books in front of him and began to note the titles.

"The Book of the Invisible Sun. Astronomia Nova. The Codex Imperium. Key of Solomon"Wong noted the titles of all the books one by one and then looked at Stephen with narrowed eyes. Silently in disbelief.

"You finished all of these?" Wong asked.

Stephen silently fidgeted his fingers while avoiding eye contact with Wong. "yep" he sheepishly replied while popping 'p'.

Wong just ignored it and reached for the book borrowing form that was in the file on the counter and took out the exact same form that John signed.

"It's said here that you borrow for 4 weeks. And you return it after 2 weeks" Wong glanced at Stephen blankly.

"Perhaps I'm too excited to read it" Stephen said while stroking his arm anxiously.

Wong just kept silent. "follow me" Wong ushering Stephen to follow him to the massive bookshelf.

"alright" Stephen tailing Wong from behind.

Wong leads Stephen to the lower part of the library where the eye of Agomotto resides plus where the Ancient One collections are located. Wong then walked to one of the massive bookshelves full of ancient books.

"This section is for Disciples and Masters only, but at my discretion, others may use it."Wong said then walked to a bookshelf without glancing at Stephen.

Stephen, who seemed to be in awe of the well-arranged and large bookshelf, could only remain silent. Observing everything that is there. Without any sarcastic comments.

Wong then came towards Stephen and handed him a massive textbook. Stephen grabbed and almost dropped it because he didn't expect Wong to give him a book this heavy.

"You should start with Maxim's Primary. " Wong suggested as he walked towards another bookshelf without sparing any look at Stephen. "How's your Sanskrit?" Wong added.

"I'm fluent in Google Translate." Stephen blurted out his crack jokes.

Like before, Wong ignored that and handed him another books. "Vedic and Classical Sanskrit."

Stephen studied the book in his hand. All three books have a hard cover that has an odd pattern for those who are new to this mystic art. He doesn't make any comments about that as long as he has something to learn just like he did when he was young. Trying to get Phd and MHD in order to achieve his career. Although for him it's quite easy considering he has a photographic memory but sometimes there are times when the things he learns make him stressed. But the stress will disappear when he spends time with you.

You chill and relax in that matter because for you it needs to be done in a relaxed manner and take the time you need. You don't need to stress yourself to achieve your career. Until the time, you need to slow yourself down and do it calmly and orderly. That's all.

But well, sometimes because of Stephen you can also stress with how chaotic and rushing he is to do or understand something important. Sometimes or always you need to remind him to calm down and slow himself down because he may have a big brain and can handle information but his body also needs enough rest.

Stephen sighed heavily. He indeed needed to slow down and calm down to learn new things. It would be great if you were with him. study with him like in school. He observed the books for the last time then looked up from the books in his hand and looked at several rows of distinctive-looking chains ancient volumes in front of him.

Stephen looked at it strangely and walked towards the volumes slowly.

"What are those?" Stephen pointed out towards the volumes.

Wong gave a quick glanced at the volumes. "The Ancient One's private collection." Wong replied.

"so they are forbidden?" Stephen turned his gaze to Wong.

"No knowledge in Kamar-Taj is forbidden. Only certain practices." Wong replied without looking at him.

Stephen nodded in understanding and reached for an ornate volume on the chain. The Book Of Cagliastro.

Wong looked at some shelves. His eyes briefly glanced at Stephen.

"But those books are far too advanced for anyone other than the Sorcerer Supreme." he added.

Stephen flipped through the volume and stopped when he saw a pages that had been torn.

"This one has pages missing." he pointed out.

Wong glanced at Stephen. "The Book of Cagliostro. Two rituals stolen by a former disciple, The Zealot Kaecilius, just after him strung up the former librarian and relieved him of his head." he leaned his head on Stephen with a firm face. His eyes looked directly into Stephen's eyes sharply.

"I am now the guardian of these books. So if a volume from this collection should be stolen again, I'd know it, and you would be dead

before you ever leave the compound. " he warned with his gruff voice.

Stephen swallowed his saliva hard after hearing the warning from Wong knowing who he meant. He is invisibly intimidating with Wong's presence as he always talks about things seriously and is never serious. He shook himself from his reverie and tried to lighten up the tense mood there.

"What if it's just...overdue? Any

late fees I should know about?

Maiming perhaps? An amputation?" Stephen chuckled to himself. Wong just kept his blank reaction.

'damn it, Y/n usually laughs at my jokes' Stephen thought. He awkwardly stared at Wong again.

"You know, people used to think I

was funny. Stephen said.

"Did they work for you?" People questioned.

Stephen could not answer that. 'Y/n always finds me funny' he thought.

Wong stared at him with a consistency that made Stephen become uneasy under his gaze. He awkwardly tried to leave with a last farewell.

"Well. Thank you for the books. And the horrifying story. And the threat upon my life." Stephen began to retreat.

"Wong?" a feminine voice was heard from behind them both.

Wong turned his head to look at the source of the sound. There you stand with a book in both hands. You who wear a dark red tunic mixed with white along with matching dark red looked at Wong expectantly.

"Dhani said this book has volume 2, do you know where it is?" you asked as you showed the book to Wong.

Wong just hummed but Stephen who was behind Wong was stunned after seeing a glimpse of you. You still don't see Stephen yet as your eyes are only on Wong.

After so long you disappeared and left without telling him where you were going. There you are in the Kamar Taj where he decided to treat his hands. After a long time he was there, he didn't know that you were also there. He lost all words, his eyes were focused on you without realizing Wong walked towards you and took the book from your hand and inspected the book longingly then without any word he left from there to find the materials.

"Y/n" he breathed out your name unconsciously.

You cocked your head when you hear your name called and looked at the person standing between the chained books. Your eyes automatically widen when you recognize that person.

"Stephen?" you gawked at him. Your heart is overjoyed seeing him in person but your emotions are confused with what the hell is he doing here.

You walked towards him slowly. Until you are in front of him, you look up at his face. Still tall like a giraffe and still handsome as you left him except for his beard and long hair. His eyes, oh his eyes, it's been a long time since you looked at his multicolored eyes. Beautiful as ever, shining like a stars in the sky. As if you were looking at the whole universe in his eyes.

Stephen? well, Stephen is flabbergasted just like you but somehow his shame comes from nowhere. Shame because he looks like he has been defeated. Shame because you know that he indeed needs help and is lost. Although for Stephen you know why he is here but in reality you don't know why he is here.

"wha- what. Oh, god" you reached for his hand and hurriedly walked towards the exit of the library. Stephen is still in the disbelief and dumbfounded phase with this reunion so he is now on autopilot and willing to be dragged by you.

Now, both of you are now outside the library door still in the phase of confused, happy, awkward and all kinds of mixed emotions. You didn't expect that the mysterious man that Dhani said before was Stephen himself. He's been here for like two weeks and you don't know about it. Now it's a bit of a mess up and confusing. So was Stephen.

"Y/n"

"Stephen"

you both called each other names in unison but then shut up. The both of you look at each other's faces trying to observe what changes. You disappeared for a few months and finally Stephen bumped into you here. Now Stephen understand what you said before.

"you can walk" Stephen blurted.

You stared at Stephen with guilt. "yes.. I can walk normally"

"so, this is the place you said you wanted space" Stephen approached you.

"yes" you replied.

"and you learn magic" Stephen looked down at you.

"so was you, Stephen. What the hell happened to you?" You stared at his face.

Suddenly his face changed from disbelief to a defeated face. He turned his gaze from your face.

"You surely know what happened to me" Stephen muttered.

"what? What happened? what are you talking about? Stephen, I've been here for a few months and I haven't opened my phone because I want to take time away from any technologies. All news or what's going on out there I don't know. Only Dhani who shared what happened out there. I don't know what the hell happened to you and now suddenly you here?" you explained.

Stephen was stunned then he returned his gaze to you. "so that's why I called, emailed and messaged you, you didn't reply at all. You know I was worried about you after you made your last message that suddenly went unanswered. You know I feel like is this my fault? even though I'm not do anything wrong that makes you disappear for a few months. You know I've contacted all of your friends to track your whereabouts but it turns out you're not there at all. It's like you don't exist on this earth at all." Stephen poked his index finger on your shoulder.

"I can't tell you where I go because this place shouldn't be exposed and I don't want to bother you to find me." you argued

"oh but it's bothering me, Y/n. All night I've been thinking about your whereabouts, whether you're ok or not? Are you safe and stuff like that." Stephen replied.

"You-.. oh, suddenly you want to care about me?" you poked his chest.

"I care about you" Stephen argued.

"And what about Christine?" you fight back

Stephen flinched when Christine's name was mentioned. Now he felt stabbed with a knife to the heart. The fight between him and Christine is still fresh in his memory. He looked away from you.

You who were still fuming started to calm down and turned your gaze to another place.

Suddenly you feel regret. This is not the reunion situation you want. You don't know why you suddenly feel like yelling at him even though he didn't do anything wrong. He's just worried about you. That's because all mixed emotions are released in the form of sentences and expressed to each person's face. Guilty, regret and mad are all mixed up.

Stephen let out a heavy breath. "She and I are not on the same page anymore"

You glanced at him with a disbelieving face. "Stephen.. What happened?

"I was involved in an accident a few months ago after you disappeared. Well, I took your advice to go alone. And because of me I also ended up here. I drove fast and was on call leading me to the accident and damaged both my hands" Stephen looked at his crippled hands. Scars decorate his smooth skin.

"I wasted my money to get my hands back and my job but everything is useless. I tried to follow your advice which is to accept the destiny but I can't. I got frustrated, i got impatient that leads to quarreled with Christine even though she only wanted to help me" Stephen's gaze did not move from both his hands as regret etched on his face.

You look at him with sympathy. It's true what you said before, accept fate and get on with your life but all that is just trash talk. look at you, seeking help desperately to advance in life.

You softened your look at Stephen and then without any doubt you walked slowly towards him and approached him cautiously. Stephen still not moving his gaze from his crippled hands. His eyes held emotions that were very heavy to support. You reached for his scars hands and held them gently in between yours.

"Steph, everything that happens must have its own reason. We don't know what will happen if we choose a path other than what we want and yet what we choose has its advantages. You accident and losing the use of both your hands doesn't mean you lost everything in life. you chose to go here to heal your hands and now you learn magic isn't that the advantage? I know you, Steph. You don't believe in magic hence you always say that magic doesn't exist even event 2012 happened in front of your eyes, you still don't believe in the existence of magic. But, you changed your mind, Steph." you spoke, eyes looking at him precisely and determined.

Stephen raised his gaze and glanced at your face with frowning eyebrows. You both held eye contact trying to find any emotion in each other's eyes. Although the two of you have known each other for a long time, you can still detect any lies or truth in each other. Hell, even Stephen knows your body language. While you understand his behavior. His ego, his show off and cheeky. Anything about him you understand.

Time flew like a bird in the sky, you both didn't realize how long you held eye contact which was actually only a few seconds before Dhani suddenly appeared from behind you. Panting tried to catch her breathing which was getting low after running all over the Kamar Taj looking for you. Her face looked as if at some point she would collapse to the floor with how labored her breath was.

Both you and Stephen jerked away from each other and broke your eye contact by looking elsewhere. Stephen is slightly upset because he lost the warmth in your hands. He curses under his breath.

"Y/n.." she breathed and puffed out her big sigh.

You turned around and looked at Dhani with concern and walked towards Dhani who was leaning against the walls of the Library tiredly. You put your right hand on Dhani's shoulder worriedly.

"Dhani, hey.. What happened?" you asked her with a worried tone.

Dhani calmed down a bit and tried to put herself together by slowing her breathing. She then closed her eyes and sighed slowly before looking at your face with a guilty expression.

"I'm sorry, babe" Dhani apologized with a guilty face.

Stephen perked up his head to see Dhani with a confused expression and slightly jealousy in his heart.

You cocked your head slightly to the side in confusion. "what- why are you apologizing?"

Dhani held your right hand that held her shoulder gently and brought your right hand into both of her hands. Dhani palmed your right hand tightly.

"The book I told you.. The book that I told you has volume 2 actually... It doesn't have volume 2! " Dhani said loudly and shook your right hand strongly.

Just after Dhani claimed her 'confession', Wong came out of the library with the book you gave him before, in his hand. He then noticed the unfortunate events in front of him with a surprised expression before his eyes focused on you.

"Miss L/n.. This book..There is no volume 2 " Wong said in a raspy tone while his face held no reaction.

You are stunned and speechless with all this situation that fell in front of you. Where Dhani accidentally set up your and Stephen's reunion without any intention. Which you find it grateful but at the same time a bit stunned.

Stephen looked down trying to hold back his laughter when he pieced the puzzle together.

'Oh, what a wonderful day.' He thought.

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