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Killer Queen - a few things before we start

hi. I just wanted to say a few things about this story that you should probably know beforehand so I don't have to add a million things in the author's note or do the classic Clunky Exposition and Explanation thing. none of these are spoilers.

first of all, the first few chapters of this are shit. they just are. I was quite young when I started writing this and my skills were not exactly fully-formed. I just wanted to say this so you don't start reading it, go what the fuck this is shit (I do the same if I have to look back it's embarrassing), and stop reading. please just bear with them and then you'll get to the good shit. I do intend to rewrite them but fuck knows when that will be.

UPDATE 08/07/22: I am in the process of going back, rewriting, fixing things, changing things, etc. but I will be doing it in bits so I apologise for any inconsistencies with the story between now and when I finish changing what needs to be changed.

please for the love of christ take the things that happen in this fic with a grain of fucking salt. people are not perfect and neither are these characters. they are going to fuck up and do questionable things and it might not get addressed until much later on. just trust that if something concerning happens I will explore it properly at some point.

while im on this topic, I need to mention that they have sex. yes they're 15 at the start of this fic. yes that is a bit weird. yes I am going to explore this later on as carefully as I can. yes I myself am at that age so no im not sexualising teenagers. no there is no smut in this at all. once again just bear with me here.

it swears. a lot. I don't censor cos who can be arsed realistically.

most if not all of the main ships in this fandom (im talking wolfstar, dorlene, jily/flowerpott) will happen they're just gonna take a while to get going. just trust the process and all that jazz. this isn't a spoiler its literally in the tags lmao.

most of the characters are poc. deal with it lmao. some of yous fancasts are so white its boring. (ruth is jamaican, james is desi, sirius is chinese, remus is ugandan-jewish and welsh, dorcas is somali and lily is lebanese)

I know the sirius is east asian headcanon is controversial so I'll change it if anyone feels uncomfortable with it. the only reason im keeping it is that a lot of people who actually are east asian in this fandom like it (the first time I heard of it was from ashes-and-ashes on tumblr who is east asian herself).

james also has adhd. it's a pre-established thing, it's not really a plot line at all so it'll only get brought up when it's relevant, just thought I'd say now so no one's confused as I have no idea when it'll get explicitly mentioned or talked about.

this fic plays into a few stereotypes that I wasn't aware of until long after I created the plot points. the main one being the fact that ruth is black and her father isn't around. I was literally 11 when I made this up and I had no idea this stereotype existed. however now I know better (thank fuck). im not going to change it for the only reason that it's for the plot (its actually quite important but more on that later). so im just going to apologise for that in advance.

I wanted to make this as canon as possible when I first started this, but now I don't care. I am throwing all caution to the wind and letting you know now: THEY DO NOT DIE AT THE END this is going to have a happy ending or so help me god

also The Prank doesn't happen. why? I don't like it, it feels horrifically out of character and this is my story next question

I have a social media version of this as well if you're interested!! I started it more recently and its got some plot stuff that I would ideally like to have in the earlier chapters of this version. ill put them in here if I ever get round to rewriting this. anyways maybe consider checking out that one for the plot stuff if nothing else lmao

I will be updating this if I think of anything else that yous need to know beforehand

right now that's out of the way lets fucking begin.

#Marauders #marauders era #marauders fic #70s marauders #marauders fanfiction

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I read your Peaky Blinders fanfic Golden Stars and what you wrote at the end is one of the best lines I've ever read in a fanfic or any sort of story or written text and word. "For you reckoned that all good things start with hope.". I love that line! Ever since I read that I keep repeating to myself, "All good things start with hope".

sweetheart you are about to start making me sob on a tuesday night this is the loveliest message I'm so glad you like the fic and that line specifically, I'll let you in on a secret, I wasn't really sure about that line cos I've always struggled with working out how to end chapters and things and I wasn't really happy with it, but you've made me feel so much better about it and about the fic as a whole and ugh thank you so much I'm gonna go cry

#hope you have a wonderful day my lovely!!

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unfortunately the first step in my creative process is avoiding for 14 hours

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Lightning and Marauders

Draco stares out of the window.

He’s still furious, with Harry and with Dumbledore and the entire fucking Order. He can feel it, rage coiling around his bones, the anger making him feel light-headed. He’d always had an explosive temper, the type that ended up with shattered glasses and holes in walls.

It didn’t work when his father attempted to beat it out of him, but then again, rarely anything worked. He learnt though, over the years, learnt to keep everything contained inside of him, because at least he didn’t cut anyone when he shattered.

With a sigh, Draco stares down at his arm, the ugly brand that couldn’t cover the scars on his wrist. He couldn’t even remember what the fight was about - something small, he was sure, something inconsequential and pathetic. Stress had blown it up, turned it into something so much bigger then it should have been, made him keep pushing, keep arguing until him and Harry were both screaming at each other from opposite sides of the kitchen table.

Of course, he had spat, anger making him feel like he was on fire. Of course you would say that. You’ve always had it easy, being the fucking savior.

Don’t you ever say that again, Harry replied, all hissed words and cold fury. Don’t you ever say that I had it easy. You’re the one on your Malfoy throne, all high and mighty -

You don’t know what they did to me.

What? Harry sneered. Bought you a broomstick and held your hand? Is it to your advantage to switch your side?

Fuck you.

Harry laughed. What did I expect? You’re the son of a Death Eater. Why did I ever think that we could trust you?

Draco had stormed off before he could say those damning words spinning around in the back of his head, echoing the cold words spoken by his father so long ago. You’ll never be enough. You’ve doomed us all.

He couldn’t though, couldn’t bring himself to say the words. It would destroy them, that already fragile bond he had with Harry, the small hope of something more. Even he wasn’t stupid enough to risk that.

Draco leans his head against the window, the glass cool against his cheek. The rain cast patterns over his face; he watches the shadows trace against his skin.

He doesn’t know where he is - some tower room in Grimmauld Place. The house was huge, larger then the Manor, all stone and dark wood and huge green drapes. There are tapestries all over the walls, symbols embroidered on them in heavy gold thread; he recognizes a few of them. Whom ever owned this house must have been rich - Charmed Marks were expensive and there were hundreds of them all over the walls.

He sighs, turning his attention back to the scene outside. His head pounds; he lets it drop back against the window frame.

“Done being all melodramatic?”

He can see the barest hint of a reflection in the window, all darkened shapes and blurred lines. He doesn’t bother to turn around though, just shrugs. “It’s my forté. I should go into acting.”

The person lets out a dry chuckle. “Aren’t you a spy? It’s close enough.”

Draco stiffens. “Who told you that?”

“You’re not the only Drama Queen here.”

Draco turns slightly in his seat, just so that he could see the figure standing by the door. He’s tall, hair down to his shoulders and covered with tattoos. There’s a casual sort of elegance to him, the type that Draco had spent most of his life trying to perfect, all careless arrogance and stunning grace.

Charcoal eyes met his; grey, he thinks, just like mine. Draco gets to his feet quickly, leaning back against the wall. He’s learnt that appearing casual made others lower their guard. The man’s quiet chuckle lets him know that his action had not been missed.

“God,” he says, giving him a small smirk. It’s the grin of a younger man, the ghost of something that had long died. “You remind me so much of - “

“Don’t,” Draco says, cutting him off. “Don’t say that I remind you of my father. Do you know how many times I’ve heard that? As if I wanted to be some egotistical fanatic - “

The man laughs. “No. I wasn’t going to say that. I get the sense that you aren’t fond of your father though. He was an asshole. A brilliant, conniving asshole but an asshole all the same.”

Draco looks up, startled. “You know him?”

“Doesn’t everyone? Everyone who knows about Death Eaters, that is.”

Draco flinches. “I - I’m not - “

“Like them? Family bonds can be hard to sever. Just take me for an instance.”

“What do you know?” Draco fires back. “Don’t pretend like you know anything about Pure Blood families. You don’t know what it’s like to be suffocated, to be forced into a mold that doesn’t fit you - “

The man throws back his head and laughs; bitter and amused. “Oh I don’t know, do I? I probably know better then anyone else here, I Draco.”

Draco turns away, willing the tears not to come. “Oh, really?”

The man smirks. “I’m Sirius,” he says. “Sirius Black.”

“Harry’s Godfather.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been known as anything but Traitor.”

Draco folds his arms across his chest. “I’m a Malfoy,” he says. “Your name was synonymous with Hero back at home.”

“Nice to know I’m still worshipped.” Sirius leans back against the wall. He’s covered in scars, hundreds of them; up his arms and wrapped around his fingers, disappearing under his shirt. Draco thinks of his own back, the smooth, pale skin and shudders. His father was careful - and even Voldemort’s Crucio’s didn’t leave any scars. He didn’t want to think about how bad the pain was to leave so many scars across Sirius’ flesh.

“What do you want?” Draco says, keeping his voice even. “I assume you don’t just want to chat.”

Sirius shrugs. “Harry. You had a fight with him.”

“Why don’t you check in with him?”

“I already did.”

“Did he tell you about how much of a manipulative, lying bastard I was?”

Sirius shakes his head. Draco stares at his forearms, the silver moon tattoos inked onto the skin. They seemed to shimmer, even in the dark room, the edges rippling and fading into the next shape. “He told me all about you, actually. How brave you were. How you’re only 17 and yet you’re spying for a side that will try and execute you if they win this war.”

“What do I have to lose?” Draco whispers. “There’s nothing left for me in this world. I might as well try and - “

“Make it better?”

“Yeah.”

Sirius smiles. “I was actually going to say, before you interrupted me earlier that you remind me a lot of myself. Back when I was younger. You have the same...complete disregard for yourself. Self-destructive tendencies, almost. Because who cares if you burn as long as you’re warming those you love?”

“I - “

Sirius fixes him with that piercing gaze, the one that saw into his soul and stripped him bare. “Jesus, you’re young. I fought in the first War, back when I was 19. I still have nightmares. To do that to innocent kids - I don’t - you’re so - “

“Young?” Draco’s voice was a near-breath. “I’ve already killed 8 people, Sirius. I’m a little too damned to be innocent, don’t you think?”

He stared at his hands, palms up, the light dancing off his fingertips. “I’ve tortured people and been tortured myself. Spying is nothing.”

“True.” Sirius’ voice is light. “But I never knew Lucius would lay a hand on his son.”

Draco’s breath hitched. “What?”

“Don’t what me. My mother was the one hurting me. I know those marks.”

Draco stares down at Sirius’ hands, the tiny scars that flecked his skin. “What are those?”

Sirius’ grin was savage, brutal and cutting and painful. “Crucio.”

“Crucio doesn’t leave marks.”

“When you use it enough it does.”

“I’ve never met someone who knows what it feels like. Besides Harry and myself.”

Sirius blanches at the sound of Harry’s name. “He’s been...”

“Yeah.”

“God.” Sirius drops his head in his hands. “12 years. 12 fucking years I’ll never get back. God, I missed so much.”

“He loves you,” Draco says quietly. “He adores you.”

Sirius looks up. “You love him.”

It wasn’t a question. Draco feels the blood drain from his face, his heart falling to the floor. He takes a deep breathes, holds it, waits until he knew his voice wouldn’t shake. “He’s one of my closest friends.”

Sirius studies him for a minute, then lets out a low whistle. “God, you are practically a carbon copy of me.”

“What do you mean?” Draco demands.

Sirius just studies him, his head tilted, those piercing eyes shredding him slowly apart. Draco just grit his teeth, met his gaze.

Finally, Sirius speaks. “I was in love with a boy,” he says, and Draco flinches. “For ages, actually. Since I was 12. He was my best friend.”

“How did you know?” Draco breathes. “That it was love?”

Sirius smiles. “You just know.”

“I don’t though.” Draco looks down, at his feet. “I always hear things, about how love makes you soft, makes you happy, lifts you up and turns you lighter. And I always think what bullshit. Because that’s not what I feel. Not at all.”

“It’s fire,” Sirius says quietly.

“God, it’s more then that. It’s consuming. It scares me, because I’m in a war, and if something happened to him...There’s nothing I wouldn’t do - I’ve switched sides for God’s sake. I’ve damned my soul because of him, I love him that much.”

Sirius just shrugs, head propped up against his han, and Draco thinks again that he looks very, very young. “The only monster made are ones that are in love.”

“And he doesn’t - I don’t even know if he loves me.”

Sirius laughs. “Oh Merlin. Harry most definitely does, Draco.”

“No - “

Sirius cuts him off. “Yes. He does.”

Draco looks down, at his feet. He can feel the weight of Sirius’ gaze against his back, burning into his soul. “Tell me about him,” he says.

Sirius closes his eyes. “I don’t know. He was...beautful. All full of light - the steady kind. A candle, compared to the raging flames inside of me - inside of both of us,” he adds. “He never thought he was good enough, but he was better then I ever could be.”

Draco nods. He thinks about Harry - his smiles, his eyes, the way his hair felt when Draco let his hands brush through. The harsh set of his mouth when he was concentrating, the way he laughs, all quicksilver and molten metal, the way Draco’s heart stopped every time they touched. He thinks about how he dropped everything - his family, his title, his home, how he was willing to die just to give Harry a chance and he wonders if he’ll ever have anything like this again.

“Do you regret it?” he asks. “Telling...telling whoever it was?”

Sirius’ holds Draco’s gaze.

“No,” he says, and Draco believes him.

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chocolate

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The air was thick with excitement, the city alive under the heavy beat of the sun. Market traders lined the streets, their carts heavy with summer fruits, shouting out prices and batting away flies. Women clustered in groups, trading gossip in hushed, excited whispers. They clutched each other by the elbows as they doubled over with laughter, beautiful, vibrant dresses rippling in the wind. Men were joking in loud shouts, their faces wrinkled and animated. Children ducked and dived under the cover of the adults, unaware or uncaring of the world around them, screaming at each other.

The Doctor clutched at her hand, and his mouth broke into a large and jubilant grin. “Venice! 1960s.” He announced. Rose frowned, eying two teenage girls snapping a selfie on an iPhone.

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#this was so ridiculously cute omg

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Le Démon Déchu - Chapter 2: Réponses Et Plus De Questions

Summary: The summary is kind of long so please check a previous part or my masterlist if you want to read it.

Warning(s): threat, swearing

Word Count: 6.8k+

Inspiration: Do You Know What Eternity Is? by Elderly_Worm on AO3, Great Omens (The Big One) by falsepremise on AO3, Pray For Us, Icarus series by Atalan on AO3, Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm on AO3, wasteland, baby by john1513 on AO3, Not of Us by ShesAKillerQueen98 on AO3, How to Win a Lifetime Achievement Award for Services to Television (and how not to) by GaryOldman on AO3, Doctor Who (don’t ask) and, of course, Good Omens itself

A/N: Okay I took a bit of a hiatus from writing literally anything for about five months so sorry about that but I’m back now!! That’s the main thing. Also, I’ve left high school now which is very exciting! That does mean I’ll have so much more time to write and I’m definitely going to try and use this summer to establish some kind of routine for writing so that when I start college, I won’t get too overwhelmed with both my studies and with updating my fics. That’s the plan anyway so don’t hold me to that lmao. With any luck, now I’ve actually said that it’ll have to happen. (I wrote that part of this note back in May when it was the start of the summer. It is currently September and I’m just about to finally publish this chapter and I assure you, I am cringing at my own optimism.) Sorry this took so long to post. This chapter has been in the works since May (yes, I know I’m terrible) but I actually got a lot more writing done in that time that what you just see in this chapter. All will be revealed soon. I just promise that I have been productive. Once you’ve read this chapter, you have my blessing to translate the title of this fic. Hopefully it will make sense.

I just wanted to point out something about the playlist I linked in the previous chapter. I am well aware that there are some rather problematic people in it, namely Sia. I want you all to know that I don’t support her in any way (I don’t like her at all I think she’s a complete ableist twat). Her songs are only on there because of how well they fit with the story (a lot of this will become clearer as the story goes on).

I also wanted to point out that I know that if angels do exist, then their true forms probably wouldn’t look anything like humans. I’m well aware of that, I’m not an idiot, I don’t know if any of you remember when people started googling ‘angel true form’ and some people got scared lmao. The point is, we’ve all seen the pictures. But for the purpose of this story, and honestly just to make it easier for me to describe what the characters are doing, we’re going to have to pretend that they did look like humans. Can I claim creative license with this one? Maybe it got lost in translation because there is probably no way someone could describe how an angel truly looks in any human language? I don’t know, just roll with it.I know that this chapter had so much exposition and explanation in it but I can promise you two things. One, there is still much to be revealed. Two, I promise this isn’t just bad writing on my part. Just trust that I needed to put this all in this early on.

And how is everyone doing after the season 2 announcement? I mean, at the time of writing this specific part of my notes, it only got announced about an hour ago lmao. I’m very fucking excited, oh my god. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since I found out I can’t lie. Catch me trying to finish this before it comes out in case things occur which means I have to change things in this story. I can’t be arsed for that. Oh well. Hopefully it’ll read like those Sherlock fics that people wrote in between series 2 and series 3 if that doesn’t happen.

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Hermit (upright) + Five of Wands (upright)

Conflict. Reflection. Resurfacing memories.

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Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other.

We know who our enemies are. We know.

– Richard Siken (Detail of the Fire)

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“Fuck.”

The angel and demon exchanged glances of what could only be described as thinly veiled panic, while the woman in front of them just looked annoyed at the most.

“They couldn’t wait five minutes, could they?” she muttered, pinching at the bridge of her nose in frustration before standing up again, “Look, just stay down here, I’m gonna go sort this out. With any luck they won’t have actually realised you’re here too.”

“Wait, how do you know they’re here for you?” Crowley asked, suddenly curious as to what business Eloise might have with Heaven.

“Just a gut feeling,” she said before making her way to the spiral staircase behind them, muttering to herself, “If they were here for you, I feel like they would have at least used the front door.”

The other two waited until she’d run upstairs before exchanging a quick glance, an unspoken word, and following her up.

Meanwhile, Eloise was hovering outside a room at the end of the corridor which she could only assume was the bedroom. She was strangely hesitant, not out of fear of them, simply out of fear of the unknown. She hadn’t spoken to anyone in that room for millennia, and something told her that this wasn’t going to be a friendly chat. She took a deep breath, even though she technically didn’t need it, letting a wave of faux confidence wash over her, and stepped inside. Don’t crumble now. You’ve come too far to crumble now.

“Ah, Mariel, long time no see,” Gabriel smiled coldly, brushing the dust off his white suit. Flanked by two other angels, he stood in the wreckage of the bedroom without even acknowledging the damage they must have caused when they crashed in. Beside him were Beelzebub and Hastur, who both looked as though they had been dragged kicking and screaming to come here. Beelzebub in particular kept shooting metaphorical daggers at Gabriel, who remained perfectly oblivious. The entire ceiling had caved in from the impact of their crash, the setting sun painting the doorway where Eloise stood in a pale gold and casting a dark shadow over the others.

She’d grimaced at the use of her old name; it was too unfamiliar, too ancient. Mariel was the name of a long-dead version of herself. Once upon a time, she’d embraced it, but that was once upon a time. Once upon a time long gone.

“Almost like I’ve been avoiding you on purpose,” she muttered, leaning against the doorway as she stared intrusively at each person in the room, observing, assessing. She silently revelled in the blatant discomfort in each of their faces.

“No need to be so rude,” Gabriel said, doing anything to avoid her eyes, his previous confident façade now shattered.

Eloise stared at him in disbelief, “What exactly were you expecting? A fucking welcome party? I haven’t seen any of you in over six thousand years and you just crash through the roof of my house, unannounced and uninvited, so yeah, forgive me for being a little irritated.” She couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty. She’d barely been in Aziraphale’s bookshop for fifteen minutes and she was already pretending she owned it.

She watched smugly as he squirmed under her gaze, desperately looking to the others to say something in response. A moment or two passed before Beelzebub’s head suddenly snapped up in confusion, “Are you alone?”

Shit. She’d hoped that they wouldn’t have noticed the presence of the two who were definitely not downstairs like she’d asked. She swallowed, trying not to let any kind of emotion show on her face, trying not to give the game up that quickly, “Yeah, I live on my own.” She watched the whole group of them squint in concentration, trying to sense any other beings in the house. She sighed, changing the subject before they could comment on it any further, “Look, what do you want? I don’t have all day so if you could make it quick then that would be much appreciated.”

Gabriel looked back at her, his suave exterior unfortunately making a return, “Hey, we just wanted to check up on you, see how you’re doing-”

“That’s bullshit and you know it,” she snapped. She pushed herself off from the doorway, stalking towards the others, “You have had six thousand years to ‘check up on me’, don’t pretend you’ve only started to care now.”

She was met with only silence as Gabriel and Beelzebub glanced at each other awkwardly, looking very much like chastised children. Suddenly the latter groaned and cried, “You can’t just leave Hell!”

“Oh, here we go,” Eloise muttered, rolling her eyes, bored already.

“You can’t! You Fell from Heaven, so you go to Hell, there isn’t a third option!”

“Well, apparently there is,” she shrugged.

“No there isn’t!” they argued, face screwed up like a petulant child.

“Then what do you call this then?” she asked, unfolding her wings for the second time that day. She studied their reactions closely, scrutinising coal-black eyes piercing through their very souls. She was searching for any hint of shock, of recognition, of anything that could clue her in as to what was going on in their heads at that moment. All she could find, however, was pure, unadulterated confusion. Which was annoying when her wings were supposed to be an answer to their unasked questions.

Gabriel stumbled over his words, “Good Lord, how did you even-”

Eloise cut him off curtly, no longer having the patience to listen to his incoherent mumbles. She instead turned to Beelzebub who at least had the decency to look a little more composed, “That would be what you could sense then. I’ve got both Heaven and Hell in me, that’s a lot of energy to pick up on.” She stared right through them, daring them to say anything else.

“Must be,” they replied slowly, though they didn’t look at all convinced.

Gabriel held up a hand, his eyes darting about as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing, “No hold on, how did you even manage that?”

“I left Hell,” Eloise said simply, “Why should I have black wings? I’m not some demon who ran away from everything. I left. Permanently. I looked Hell in the eye and walked away. You know what? Fuck it, I looked Satan in the eyes and walked away.”

“You what?” he stuttered.

“Yeah, you heard me. You have a problem with me leaving Hell then go on! Take that up with the bloody devil,” she said, staring them down, daring them to retaliate. She smirked when she was met with pure, uncomfortable silence, “Except you won’t, will you? Because you don’t actually give two fucks about me. Just like I said, if you did then you would have chased me up a long time ago. Quite frankly, I think you must have been glad to have me out of your hair,” she sighed, half sad, half amused when they couldn’t even meet her eye. She paused for a moment, wondering how far she could push this, before asking, “You know what I think is really going on here? I think the pair of you are feeling a bit bruised after the absolute shitshow that was Armageddon last year, which, by the way, fucking hilarious. I think your egos are feeling a little sore after a literal child stopped you from ending the world, so you’re thinking ‘hmm, what would be an easy win so that we don’t feel like total shit? Oh yeah, what about that demon who ran away all that time ago? That should be easy to sort out.’. Well, love to disappoint, but you’re not getting me that easily, especially when not a single one of us actually wants me back, and Sandalphon, take one more step further I swear I will dropkick you back to Heaven,” she snapped, glaring at the angel who had been menacingly inching closer while she had been talking. He reluctantly stepped back alongside Gabriel, looking a little more than miffed that his plan hadn’t worked out. “You really want me back? Get your bosses to talk to me because I don’t actually see why it’s any of your business. No middle men. Just God, Satan and me. I’ll see what they have to say about all this. Questions?” she asked, tone snapping from one extreme to another, almost as if she had just been possessed.

Gabriel stared at her, mouth gaping like a fish, “You can’t just boss us around like that.”

“What? Like how you bossed us around all those years?” she replied without missing a beat, real rage, real danger seeping into her voice now, “I think we’re done here.”

“But-”

“I said, I think we’re done here,” she said, leaving no room for arguments. She gestured to the sorry excuse for a room around them, “Now, if you wouldn’t mind cleaning this up.”

“Why can’t you do it? You can miracle things too,” Gabriel said, desperate for any kind of leverage over Eloise.

“You’re right, I could, but I didn’t make this mess, and I personally believe that you should face the consequences of your actions, Gabriel,” she said pointedly, watching as he visibly gulped. In a matter of seconds, the room was restored to its original state and Eloise was left alone in the room, no indicators that she was ever with any other people remaining.

She sighed and all but collapsed into a chair that may or may not have existed a few moments ago, confident façade shattered completely. She breathed heavily in exhaustion, as if she’d just run a marathon; she supposed she had just run a mental one. Her emotions were bugging her to no end. It was strange. She wasn’t scared, per se. There was very little that Gabriel or Beelzebub could do to her that would frighten her anymore. She tried her best to compose herself, writing off the tsunami inside her mind as just plain old adrenaline, before calling out, “You can come in now. I know you guys are outside, it’s okay, you can come in.”

Crowley and Aziraphale walked into the room, one looking considerably more sheepish than the other. Aziraphale perched awkwardly on the freshly reconstructed bed, “We’re sorry–”

“No, you’re not.”

“No, we’re not.”

Eloise and Crowley exchanged a glance, amused looks on both of their faces while Aziraphale simply looked distressed. Eloise turned back to him and smiled sympathetically, “I told you, it’s fine. I would have done the same,” she admitted, looking away before collecting herself once again, “So, I’m guessing you have a lot of questions–”

“That’s the understatement of the century,” Crowley muttered as he took a seat beside Aziraphale, although it was a very loose definition of ‘taking a seat’.

Aziraphale glared at him while Eloise just sighed and reluctantly said, “I think it might be better if I just show you.”

Crowley cocked his head in confusion, “Show us what?”

She brought her chair closer to the edge of the bed and put out her hands, “Take my hands. Brace yourselves.”

Mariel was standing before a crowd of angels, dozens upon dozens of disgusted faces staring right at her. She couldn’t quite remember getting there. She had been in the pitch-dark holding cell and the next thing she knew, she was here. Blinding white light surrounded them, harshly illuminating her vulnerabilities before all of Heaven. She tried her best to keep her chin up even though she absolutely hated the fact that they could see the bruises from when she had been arrested that were now blooming on her face. She frowned as she noticed the lack of measures preventing her from escaping. All that was keeping her there was Gabriel’s presence at her side, cold violet eyes pointedly ignoring her. He really was an arrogant bastard for assuming that she wouldn’t even try to make a run for it. Just because he was right this one time, it didn’t mean that he shouldn’t have come prepared. Mariel sighed and looked up at the angels staring down at her. Michael was sat higher than everyone in the centre of the crowd, face void of all emotion as she said, “The Principality Mariel. You’re on trial today for betraying the will of the Almighty, rebelling against all that is good and light in the universe...”

Mariel blocked the rest of her pretentious speech out as she droned on about all the awful things she’d supposedly done to deserve this. It was all lies anyway. She knew the real reason she was here. There were a few things that stood out to her despite it all, things that nearly made her laugh. She’d known that they’d needed to conjure up some reasons for condemning her, but this was just ridiculous. Gabriel really had gone to extraordinary yet desperate lengths to slander her in her final moments in this Someone-forsaken place. She was surprised that the angels gathered to watch her downfall believed a word of this. She tried her best not to resent them, though. It wasn’t like they had anything better to believe in. Especially considering the amused smirk that had crept its way onto her face.

She returns to reality just in time to hear Michael ask, “What do you have to say to defend yourself?”

“I’ve done nothing I need to defend,” she said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

“Don’t make this worse for yourself than it already is,” Gabriel muttered dangerously from where he stood beside her.

Mariel turned to look at him in disbelief. “How the fuck could this get any worse, Gabriel?” she hissed, fury flaring up in her eyes.

He just looked back at her condescendingly, “Do you really need me to answer that?”

She pointedly refused to reply, turning back to face Michael, determined to ignore him.

The next part goes past in a blur for Mariel. Michael speaks again, though she doesn’t listen. Then suddenly there are shouts of anger, screams of rage, coming from the gathered crowd. They spit with venom as they hurl insults at her. She doesn’t hear a word. It’s as though her head is under water, completely submerged in the stone cold anger that seeps through her body, and suddenly Mariel is drowning in the realisation that this is really happening, oh God this is really happening.

Why? Why is this happening to me? You listening, God? Look me in the eye and tell me why this is happening.

She doesn’t get an answer, and though she wasn’t expecting one, it still hurts. Because she knows that she’ll never get an answer from Her again now.

Eventually she feels a tug on her arm from where Gabriel has been standing, dragging her away from the crowd and out her of current state of mind. She could feel her senses coming back to her as she stumbled backwards, but everything was crashing down on her too quickly, too harshly. She did her best to shove the rising panic as deep down insider her as she could. There was no way she would let anyone here see her in that state. She couldn’t let them think they’d won.

She didn’t even realise she had reached the edge of the ground she was standing on, the edge of Heaven itself, Gabriel no longer grabbing her arm. She nearly found herself peering over the edge, but stopped herself before she could lean too far. It may have helped her in the past but now was not the time to give in to her curiosity. And she didn’t trust Gabriel to not push her the moment he had the chance. She turned her head to glare fiercely at him, piercing holes in his very soul. She could slowly feel her anxiety being replaced by cool rage as she found herself saying, “Any institution that tries to silence anyone who opposes them is inherently corrupt.” She stared knowingly at his discomfort as he forced himself to face her. He knew what she meant by that. He knew.

He took a second to compose himself before practically scoffing in her face, “Don’t preach at me.”

Mariel cocked her head as she studied him. She watched as his eyes subconsciously flicked back to the crowd, to the other Archangels. He blatantly wanted nothing more than to re-join his fellow angels, the only beings who understood why he was doing what he was doing, or were at least supposed to understand anyway. Somehow she doubted they were all as cold-hearted and self-absorbed as the angel in front of her. She considered him for a moment before saying simply, “Your quest for power will kill you in the end.”

He furrowed his brows in somewhat amused confusion, “Is that a threat?”

“No. It’s the truth,” she blinked at him before leaning in and murmuring in his ear, “It will be your downfall.”

“The only one who’s going to Fall around here is you,” he said dangerously. Mariel leaned back and watched the lethal glimmer in his eye wither and die under the intensity of her gaze.

She just smiled. “We’ll see.” She let herself look at him for a moment longer before blinking away the tears and cautiously taking a small step backwards. She could feel where the ground ended beneath her feet and was sure not to step any further. She took one last look of the place she once called home, embracing how it felt for the last time though she knew she wouldn’t miss it.

She closed her eyes for a moment and fell back.

Mariel was Falling. That bit she knew, but much more than that? Everything was happening too fast for her to notice. And yet, it was as if she was existing in slow-motion. She worried for a moment that this was, in fact, her fate; doomed to remain in a perpetual state of limbo, of Falling, for all eternity. The only thing telling her otherwise was the view of Heaven above her, which she realised only too late was slowly shrinking into nothing. Mariel found herself reaching her own arms out, grasping for Heaven. They were opposite ends of a magnet being roughly pulled away from each other by an invisible force.

You hear that God? Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? And don’t you dare tell me it’s all part of your plan because right now, the only thing I want is to be back where I should be and I can’t even have that.

She pulled herself out of her mind and back into reality; she’d have plenty of time in Hell to yell at a God who’d never listen, let alone answer. She only just started to register her surroundings, the fact that she was actually Falling, who knows how far and for how long, tumbling through the air at an unimaginable speed, plummeting towards a place that could be anything from seconds to hours away. The deafening wind that screamed in her ears, drowning out the screams which may have been coming from her mouth or her mind, who was she to say? Air whipped around her body, icier and more painful than any words that could ever be uttered by the angels above her. It wasn’t until she could no longer see any hint of Heaven on the horizon that she started to feel the tears finally fall, trickling down her face and floating slightly due to the force of the Fall.

Then suddenly it came. She felt it in the very tips of her wings first, a strange tingling sensation, as though hundreds and then thousands of pins were skirting the edges of her corporeal being. It spread over the rest of her wings, and then her body, at a faster pace than she could keep track of until her whole being felt as though it was burning. The pain grew, and it grew, and it grew, and she didn’t think she could physically take any more pain when she looked up in horror at her own freshly blackened wings. Her beautiful, holy wings which had once been the softest, purest white, were now stained with evil and ash. For the first time since she started Falling, however long ago that might have been, she let out a choked sob that racked through her whole body and through the ever-changing air around her. Nobody heard her cries. Nobody heard her screams as the searing pain in her chest grew stronger. She couldn’t even begin to work out whether it was physical or emotional but it was there and it burned a hole, a gaping wound, through her soul, leaving a scar fated to never heal and to forever haunt her-

Eloise was crying. She’d tried so hard to prevent the steady streams that were now running down her cheeks, but that was a memory that she’d never wanted to relive. She looked upwards for a moment, trying to regain control of her emotions and her breathing, before peeling her hands away from the two sat in front of her. She roughly wiped the tears from her face, and suddenly the only thing telling you she had been crying were the bloodshot eyes that Crowley tried to ignore as he said bluntly, “I’m still confused.”

“Crowley, give her a minute,” Aziraphale chastised him, furrowing his brows at the demon before he turned back to Eloise with kind eyes and a kinder heart, “Are you alright, my dear?”

She nodded without much hesitation, “I’m fine, it’s okay.” She certainly wasn’t fine, nor was it okay, but the last thing she wanted was to have to deal with her feelings in front of two people she was trying her best not to scare off. She looked back at Crowley, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

He looked at her in understanding, for if anyone knew her thought process in that moment, it was him. “Right, so you Fell and became a demon. Then what?”

“Well, you know what Hell’s like,” she started, looking pointedly at Crowley. She waited for him to nod before continuing, “Not my scene at all. I just point-blank refused to do anything they asked of me. Naturally they didn’t like that much. Eventually I was called in to see Satan about it. I remember thinking, ‘well, that’s that then. Terrible knowing you all.’, because I didn’t think I was going to survive that. Turns out he was just annoyed that I was being a bloody nuisance to everyone else, but he was too amused to really do anything about it, so he basically just told me to piss off. Leave Hell, don’t come back, and I won’t tell anyone where you’ve gone or that you’re even alive. Not exactly a deal I could refuse, so I left, came to Earth, been here ever since. I think everyone just assumed he’d killed me,” she shrugged as if she hadn’t just destroyed the whole idea of eternal damnation with just a few sentences. She smiled to herself as they gaped at her for a moment, though she doubted they realised they were doing it.

Crowley somehow managed to gather his senses quick enough to hold up a hand and say, “Wait, but when you were talking to Gabriel and Beelzebub and that lot, you said they had six thousand years to check up on you. Why would you say that if they thought you were dead?” He narrowed his eyes at her. He wasn’t altogether quite sure why he seemed to be so keen on finding any gaps in her story, but he needed to be able to trust that she was telling the truth. Or at least that’s what he told himself.

Aziraphale’s eyes lit up with understanding. “Yes, and they didn’t exactly seem surprised to see you alive.”

Eloise grinned. You two are gonna be fun, I can tell. “You’re both very observant, I have to give you credit for that.” She paused in thought for a second before starting carefully, “You see, the trouble with me is that I’m not really one for keeping a low profile. I’m too noisy, so to speak, and I don’t even realise it most of the time. This demon I hadn’t exactly been the nicest to back in Hell saw me in Babylon, gosh, it must have been eighteen thirty something BC? Anyways, he ratted me out to Beelzebub who must have told Gabriel all about it. I had about a decade of this bloody demon trying to discorporate me just to see if it would force me to go back to Hell, then one day he just stopped, and I never saw him again. Beelzebub probably told him to piss off.”

They were both quiet again for a little while. Eloise didn’t even think to say anything. It might be a rare occasion, but she did know when to keep her mouth shut when it mattered. She could see the cogs turning in their heads as if it was projected in the air above them. Eventually Crowley murmured, “I didn’t even know you could do that, you know, leave.”

She shook her head with a strange kind of sympathy that came from recognising an experience you had far too long ago, “Neither did I. It stills shocks me sometimes if I think about it too much.”

A few seconds passed before Crowley cleared his throat abruptly and said, “They called you Mariel. I thought you said your name was Eloise.”

She hesitated before answering. She knew exactly what he was doing, she’d been doing it for the whole of their conversation thus far, but just because she tended to bury her emotions, it didn’t mean that she liked it when others did it. She decided to ignore the hypocrisy of that thought, how ironic, she thought to herself, and instead explained, “It is. Mariel was my angel name. You know how it is,” she looked pointedly at Crowley again, hoping that Aziraphale would be able to put the pieces together. She didn’t actually know how much he knew about what it was like to Fall and become a demon.

“Oh, so is Eloise your demon name?” Aziraphale asked politely.

“No,” she said curtly, instantly feeling guilty when she saw the hurt that flashed over Aziraphale’s face. She grimaced and explained in a gentler tone, “I chose it for myself when I came to Earth. Hell tried to change my name after I Fell but I just refused.” She studied him for a second, watching his eyes dart about, before saying, “You want to ask something, I can tell. What is it?”

He looked a little startled at being caught out, momentarily glancing at Crowley for support, probably subconsciously, Eloise noted with a smile. “I, well, I couldn’t help but notice that you mentioned Armageddon. Back when you were speaking with, um, well, you know. H-how did you know about that?”

“I might have been there.” The words rushed out of her mouth in a much less casual manner than what she’d been aiming for, coming out in a sort of jumbled heap that took Crowley and Aziraphale a moment to decipher.

Crowley, the poor sod, could only think to lean forward and ask a simple, “You what?”

She jumped to defend herself, wanting to avoid the onslaught of questions if she could, “Not actually at the airbase, but I was in the area. I was living in Tadfield at the time.”

Aziraphale narrowed his eyes, although the hint of a smirk on his face told her it was more in amusement than suspicion, “How did you know it was at the airbase?”

Eloise couldn’t help but chuckle to herself because of course, they’d notice her choice of words, “I knew Adam and his mates. I ran an ice cream shop, would you believe it. He came and told me all about it the day after,” she smiled fondly before suddenly coming alive with excitement, “That’s actually how I found out about you two. That’s why I’m here. Because I thought I was the only one trying to stop the world ending, but apparently I wasn’t. I had to see for myself.”

A moment passed before Aziraphale asked quietly, “You were trying to stop it?”

Eloise, not noticing the newly subdued atmosphere, launched herself into a painfully over-enthusiastic explanation, “Yeah, it was quite clever really, if I do say so myself. I made sure Adam was swapped with the American baby in the hopes that he would have a human enough upbringing to perhaps change things. Seems to have worked,” she shrugged, before finally taking in the two shocked faces that were staring back at her. Her brows furrowed and her face fell as she asked, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You switched the babies?” Crowley asked blankly, although it came out as more of a statement than a question.

Her face screwed up as she tried to work out how best to explain herself. “Well, I say switched, it was more of a ‘made sure the demon dropping the antichrist off went to the wrong delivery room’ kind of thing. Feel sorry for the poor sod who had to deal with that but needs must.”

Crowley blinked at her and said bluntly, “I was the poor sod who had to deal with that.”

Eloise looked at him for a moment as about five different jigsaw pieces finally clicked in her head, before she threw her head back in realisation, “Oh shit, so you were. I knew your name sounded familiar.”

“You bastard, we spent six years raising the wrong child because of you!” he exclaimed, wagging his finger at her and jumping off of the bed at one point before Aziraphale tugged him back down. Eloise didn’t know whether to laugh or run for her life, for the menace in his words was betrayed by the disbelieving laugh in his voice.

“I’m sorry, you did what now?” she asked, only just processing what he’d just said, and she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her lips at his dramatic antics. She knew not to push it when Aziraphale just lifted a finger and pursed his lips with the look of someone who’d rather never bring up said event again.

“Oh bloody heaven, I can’t believe this,” Crowley shook his head, chuckling to himself. Although part of him resented it, he couldn’t help but look at Eloise differently now as they laughed like little kids together. Maybe it was the fact that she seemed so much more like them now, so much more human. Or maybe it was the fact that she had been trying to stop the apocalypse and all the implications that came with the fact. Suddenly he just wanted to know more about her, but he quickly silenced that thought. One thing at a time.

She raised her shoulders with a confused look on her face, giggling as she said, “Sorry? Well, I didn’t know, did I?”

They locked eyes for a moment before bursting into laughter again at the sheer absurdity of it all, leaving Aziraphale slightly bewildered and more than slightly exasperated at the pair. It took them a few moments to finally calm down but once they did, Crowley sobered his tone of voice as he asked, “Right, back to what happened before we came in. Anything we need to keep an eye out for?”

Though he didn’t say it, Eloise could see the unasked question in his eyes. Are we safe? She smiled softly, “Nah, you two’ll be fine. Basically I told them if they want to talk to me, then they need to get their bosses involved, and somehow I highly doubt God and Satan are gonna pop down for a friendly chat any time soon. Even then, you two should be fine. I don’t think any of that lot clocked on that you were here.”

Crowley nodded in understanding, and it didn’t escape Eloise’s attention how the remaining dregs of tension visibly dissipated from both of their bodies. Aziraphale and Crowley looked at each other for a moment, the relief palpable from the pair of them. Eloise averted her eyes, giving them the privacy that they didn’t necessarily need but probably did want. She allowed herself a moment to ponder their relationship. They were very in tune with each other, very in sync, that much was obvious. Are they in love? The question sounded ridiculous the moment she thought it. Of course they are, look at them. She’d seen that look time and time again over the millennia. Although when she thought about the way they looked at each other further, that lead to another question. Do they know? The hint of yearning in their eyes was subtle but it was there. No, absolutely not. They’re too comfortable with each other. They’re a unit, that much she could tell. A unit that might not want to be disturbed.

Oh dear.

She looked back up at them hesitantly, unsure of what to say for the first time that evening. Eventually she said, “I’d better go. I think I’ve outstayed my welcome.”

Crowley frowned. Hadn’t she said she’d been travelling for a while? “You got somewhere to stay?”

Eloise paused. She’d definitely not been expecting that response. “Not yet. There is a flat I was going to rent but the people haven’t moved out yet because of the lockdown and it seems rude to miracle them away. I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

“Stay here,” Crowley said almost instantly, then pulled a face of confusion at how quickly he replied, “I mean, only if you want to.”

Eloise blinked at that. Surely, they wouldn’t want her there? What reason could they possibly have to want her there? “Wait, are you sure? I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

Crowley just shrugged, “It’s not a problem. What are your options anyway? No hotels are open, and you can’t stay with anyone.”

“Only if you’re sure,” she murmured, still wary for a reason she couldn’t quite put her finger on. She glanced at Aziraphale for confirmation; it was his bookshop after all.

He nodded firmly, “Of course. I’ve been told the sofa is remarkably comfy,” he added with a twinkle in his eye, to which she grinned broadly.

A short while and a few miracles later, the sofa downstairs had become a makeshift bed that was significantly larger and softer than it had remembered it being. Eloise was currently settled on it; all it had taken was ten minutes for her to completely crash out. Aziraphale and Crowley had left her in peace with a chuckle, heading up to the bedroom they shared (that wasn’t out of choice, mind you. Simply because there was only one bedroom in the bookshop. No other reason.) One slightly confused item of furniture aside, all seemed to be well in the bookshop.

Upstairs in the bedroom, an angel and a demon were sitting in the same bed. Neither of them had thought to turn off the lights, so they were sat in thick silence in the bedroom. Aziraphale didn’t usually come up to bed, not as used to sleeping as Crowley was, instead opting to read the night away downstairs. However this seemed impolite considering their new guest, so he’d come up with Crowley. And while Crowley was mulling this over he finally stumbled upon why he felt so uneasy.

Aziraphale hadn’t brought a book up with him.

As bizarre a concern as that may seem, Crowley could always trust Aziraphale to bring a book up to bed with him on the rare occasion he came up at night. That was one of the things he lo- liked about him. Liked. He looked at Aziraphale curiously, noting the slight frown on his face as he stared into space. How deep in his head must he have been to forget a book? “You alright, angel?” he asked as softly as he could so as to not startle him.

He looked at Crowley with wide eyes that darted away almost instantly as he started to play with his hands in his lap, “Yes, my dear, I’m fine. I just realised something, is all.”

Crowley cocked his head in interest, “Oh really? What was it?”

He was silent for a little while before saying in a voice no louder than a whisper, “I think I was there when she Fell.”

Crowley felt his eyebrows raise in shock, looking away for a second to try and compose himself. “Right. Well, that’s a thing.”

“Quite.”

He furrowed his brows as he tried to make sense of what this meant now, “And was she telling the truth? Did all that actually happen?”

“Yes. I remember it perfectly well. Clear as day,” he managed to choke out with a forced smile before going back to his routine fidgeting.

Crowley laid a gentle hand on top of Aziraphale’s, stopping what he was doing and getting him to actually look him in the eye for longer than a second. “You sure you’re alright?”

“I am quite well. Don’t fret,” he said, and despite Crowley’s concern, he couldn’t pretend that the smile on Aziraphale’s face wasn’t genuine, however small it may have been.

He reluctantly let it go, changing the subject quickly, “You alright with her staying here? I know it just sort of happened.”

The smile on his face only grew, much to Crowley’s surprise, “It’s alright. After all, wasn’t it you who said we’re on our own side now? I think she’s the first person we’ve met who might understand what that means.”

Crowley tried not to think too much about the fact that Aziraphale had actually listened to him when he’d said that, let alone remembered it, instead opting for a casual, “Yeah, I suppose so. Right, I’m gonna get some sleep. I, um, yeah,” he stammered out awkwardly, cursing his brain for not thinking of literally any other decent response.

Aziraphale simply smiled fondly at him, ��Indeed. Goodnight, my dear.”

*************

Hello my love,

At the time of writing this, I do not know what the future holds. For me it’s an uncertain, unstoppable force, and it’s not one I think I can fend off for much longer. I’ve tried, please believe that I’ve tried. I’ve tried for your sake to prevent the inevitable. But it’s coming. I can feel it. It won’t be long now, I don’t think.

If you’re reading this, it means I was right, and I have Fallen. I know you’re probably confused and scared and that there is a biting anger bubbling inside you. I wish I could tell you why this is happening. I wish I could tell you that this is all a huge misunderstanding that will be resolved soon.

I wish I could tell you I love you one more time.

But I can’t. There are many things I can’t do now, and it’ll do me no good to dwell on this any longer than I have to. To survive we must focus on what we can do, and that’s exactly what I’m asking you to do.

If I know myself as well as I think I do, there are many things I would have liked to have said to you upon our final farewell, but didn’t because I wanted to make sure you were alright. Don’t feel guilty about this, my love. Think of it as my last debt to you being repaid.

I have a plan. Well, it’s more of an idea, and it might not work. And it’s because of this that I shan’t tell you exactly what it is. It seems cruel to allow you to hope for something that might never come into fruition. But please put your faith in me, and in our love, for we will prevail. One way or another.

I hope that you didn’t wait to read this letter because you were scared of its contents, though I’m sure this isn’t the case. You were always brave. It was always something I loved about you. Your quiet, beautiful, roaring courage in the face of such turmoil and anguish. You always had the courage to be kind and to love with all your being, even when everything was against you. No one would have blamed you if you had turned cold and bitter, and yet you chose not to. I admire you for it every day. My idea, should it work, will require us both to be incredibly brave. But more on that another day. It’s that bravery and that strength that you will need to rely on now. That, and the thought of me. Though I may not physically be with you, but I hope that my love’s own soul is enough.

I won’t sign off this letter, because this is not where our story ends. There is much left to be written. And I need you to remember that each day we are parted. Until the next time, my love.

#good omens #good omens headcanon #good omens fic #good omens imagine #crowley #crowley headcanon #crowley imagine #Aziraphale #aziraphale imagine #aziraphale headcanon #Ineffable Husbands

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Killer Queen (Social Media AU) - Chapter 4

Summary: This is just my marauders fic but in social media form. Check the original on my account under the same name (Killer Queen) to see the blurb and shit. Yes it’s the same plot lmao. I made this entirely on impulse.

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 914

Inspiration: The Boy Who Killed God by SeraMGrigori on AO3, Sweet Things by Cocomouse on AO3, Peacocks by yellowbeesknees on Wattpad, Dandelions by asthelysian on Wattpad, Texts from an Unknown Number by GaryOldman on AO3

Taglist: @briarrose26

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new tweet from pleasecallmeruth

pleasecallmeruth can you believe marlene pushed me out of bed this morning for literally no reason

- marlsmckinnon it was for your own good

 - pleasecallmeruth it really hurt me

  - marlsmckinnon I didn't even push you that hard jfc

   - pleasecallmeruth nah not physically hurt. emotionally. im bruised marlene.

    - marlsmckinnon cry about it bby

- marlsmckinnon anyways it weren't even my idea

 - pleasecallmeruth I know I still havent forgiven you dorcas

  - certified_dork sweetie I already apologised. you were gonna be late otherwise.

   - pleasecallmeruth don't even talk to me meadowes youre dead to me

    - notaflower can you all get off of twitter and actually socialise like normal people

     - pleasecallmeruth why would we do that

      - notaflower we're literally eating breakfast together ACTUALLY TALK TO EACH OTHER

       - certified_dork that's us told lmao

marauders innit

pleasecallmeruth, jamesblack, siriuspotter, loonylupin & pettygrew

pleasecallmeruth

um wtf

siriuspotter

what

pleasecallmeruth

where are you all

jamesblack

great hall

pleasecallmeruth

without me

jamesblack

not our fault you take ages to get ready lmao

pleasecallmeruth

well im sorry darling but it takes time to look this fabulous

new story update from pleasecallmeruth

new tweet from loonylupin

loonylupin I hate when people ask why I'm concerned about my friends when this morning ruth actually had to check her phone to see what day it is

- pleasecallmeruth would you rather I turn up to the wrong lessons moony

 - loonylupin I'd rather you just know what day it is like everybody else

direct message between

siriuspotter & pleasecallmeruth

pleasecallmeruth

hey you alright?

siriuspotter

yeah ofc why do you ask

pleasecallmeruth

you sure? cos when minnie came over earlier and asked us about our summers and all that you definitely didn't look alright

siriuspotter

im fine honestly please don't worry

pleasecallmeruth

well I am worrying

siriuspotter

well you know how it is back home

not much you can do about it so please just don't

pleasecallmeruth

okay I'm sorry darling I'll drop it alright?

siriuspotter

its all gucci you don't need to apologise

new tweet from loonylupin

loonylupin lmao the way binns made a seating plan for the first time in his afterlife and yet he still put sirius and ruth next to each other right behind me

- jamesblack exactly what I was thinking mate cos im right next to pete in the back corner lmao

 - pettygrew don't knock it lads

- notaflower we're not gonna get any work done this year are we

 - alice.in.wonderland babe you say that as if you give two shits about history of magic

  - notaflower stfu bro

new tweet from pleasecallmeruth

pleasecallmeruth is it really a history of magic class if sirius fucking black doesn't spend the whole class flirting with literally anyone in the near vicinity

- siriuspotter well what else am I supposed to do in that lesson? learn?? don't be silly

 - pleasecallmeruth talk to me bitch im bored as fuck sitting here in silence smh

direct message between

loonylupin & pleasecallmeruth

pleasecallmeruth

remus

remus

remus

moony

remus

moony

moony

lupin

oi you wanker look at your fucking phone

loonylupin

you didn't need to throw that paper plane to get my attention

pleasecallmeruth

well apparently I did

loonylupin

why can't you just talk to me ffs

pleasecallmeruth

oh don't start I already had that lecture from lily this morning

loonylupin

she always had more sense than you

pleasecallmeruth

loonylupin

what did you want anyways

pleasecallmeruth

can you talk to idania

loonylupin

who

pleasecallmeruth

the girl sitting next to you

you dumb fuck

loonylupin

um why

pleasecallmeruth

why?? bitch what planet are you on

loonylupin

??

pleasecallmeruth

omfg give me strength

remember from about 5 fucking minutes ago when binns called her name in the register but she's deaf so she didn't know and I told her what was going on and then she looked fucking mortified??

loonylupin

ok ok I get the picture thank you

pleasecallmeruth

I just don't want her to be freaking out internally all by herself

loonylupin

ugh fine ill pass her a note or smth and see if she wants to chat

happy now?

pleasecallmeruth

yes thanks

marauders innit

pleasecallmeruth, jamesblack, siriuspotter, loonylupin & pettygrew

pleasecallmeruth

lads look at remus

jamesblack

very secretive

pleasecallmeruth

what

jamesblack

you know he's on this gc right

pleasecallmeruth

just look at him and you'll see why that isn't worrying me

pettygrew

yeah I don't think he's getting his phone out any time soon

jamesblack

bloody hell remus is talking to a girl?

siriuspotter

will wonders never cease

pettygrew

ruth is this your doing

pleasecallmeruth

might be

it was more for her than anyone else

she seemed a bit meh yk

pettygrew

yeah I get you

accidental matchmaking innit

loonylupin

excuse me it wasn't like that

pleasecallmeruth

sure darling

loonylupin

it really wasn't

jamesblack

you keep telling yourself that mate

A/N: I haven't made up a username for idania yet but I probably will at some point. I hope you enjoyed this chapter (I just realised how long it was compared to the other ones jfc) and I'll see you next time! toodles

#hp #Harry Potter #Harry Potter fic #harry potter imagine #Marauders #marauders era #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #marauders social media #marauders social media au #social media au

[roseskiesandbutterflies]

Me trying to leave a comment on a fic I love but not knowing what to say

#idk about anyone else #but id be well happy with thus

[roseskiesandbutterflies]

Killer Queen (Social Media AU) - Chapter 3

Summary: This is just my marauders fic but in social media form. Check the original on my account under the same name (Killer Queen) to see the blurb and shit. Yes it’s the same plot lmao. I made this entirely on impulse.

A/N: okay this chapter was a bit shorter than the other two but oh well. I just wanted to get this posted before I go to London today lmao. hope you all have a good day!

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 226

Inspiration: The Boy Who Killed God by SeraMGrigori on AO3, Sweet Things by Cocomouse on AO3, Peacocks by yellowbeesknees on Wattpad, Dandelions by asthelysian on Wattpad, Texts from an Unknown Number by GaryOldman on AO3

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new story update from notaflower

new tweet from pleasecallmeruth

pleasecallmeruth I think the day I wear full school uniform will be the day I die

- notaflower you disappoint me

 - pleasecallmeruth you love me really

- certified_dork you're so dramatic 😭

 - pleasecallmeruth it's my only personality trait

new story update from jamesblack

new story update from jamesblack

new tweet from pleasecallmeruth

pleasecallmeruth oh my fucking god I know we have to do this but why does the sorting take so long

- marlsmckinnon INNIT like hurry tf up I want to eat

- pettygrew you speak in facts and facts alone

new tweet from certified_dork

certified_dork since when were the first years this small

- alice.in.wonderland I refuse to believe we were that short when we were their age

#hp #Harry Potter #Harry Potter fic #harry potter imagine #Marauders #marauders era #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #marauders social media #marauders social media au #social media au

[roseskiesandbutterflies]

Killer Queen (Social Media AU) - Chapter 2

Summary: This is just my marauders fic but in social media form. Check the original on my account under the same name (Killer Queen) to see the blurb and shit. Yes it’s the same plot lmao. I made this entirely on impulse.

A/N: I hope you all know that I'm having to read my cringy as fuck chapters of this book from like 4 years ago when I really shouldn't have been allowed to write I was so bad so that I can make this. Please acknowledge and appreciate my sacrifice. I'm not being dramatic but it literally pains me to read. I will rewrite them one day but I can't be arsed right now. Also to clear up any confusion, Marlene and Ruth aren't going out. They're just very much keen advocates of flirting as friends you know how it is.

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 588

Inspiration: The Boy Who Killed God by SeraMGrigori on AO3, Sweet Things by Cocomouse on AO3, Peacocks by yellowbeesknees on Wattpad, Dandelions by asthelysian on Wattpad, Texts from an Unknown Number by GaryOldman on AO3

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new story update from pettygrew

gryffinwhores

pleasecallmeruth, alice.in.wonderland, notaflower, marlsmckinnon & certified_dork

pleasecallmeruth

yo where are you all

certified_dork

down near the prefect compartments

why do you ask

pleasecallmeruth

no reason just wanted to see you all before the guys hold me hostage for the next 8 hours lol

marlsmckinnon

'lol' are you a facebook mum or what

pleasecallmeruth

marlene do you want to fight

marlsmckinnon

go on then I dare you

pleasecallmeruth

notaflower

do you know how much I'd pay to see you two actually fight each other

pleasecallmeruth

that's so rude I can't believe you'd say that lily

alice.in.wonderland

I would too

certified_dork

I'd try and pull you apart but more for my own sense of morality 😌

pleasecallmeruth

marlene can you believe that these are supposed to be our friends

marlsmckinnon

we deserve better

let's go dickhead we're gonna find better friends

pleasecallmeruth

yeah fuck you all I don't need any of you when I have an angry scottish blonde bitch

marlsmckinnon

awww ruth 🥺

pleasecallmeruth

love you

alice.in.wonderland

omfg get a room already

pleasecallmeruth

that's rich coming from you darling

notaflower

*cough cough* frank

alice.in.wonderland

excuse me sir

certified_dork

not our fault you're basically married off

alice.in.wonderland

new story update from siriuspotter

new story update from loonylupin

new story update from siriuspotter

direct message between

alice.in.wonderland & pleasecallmeruth

pleasecallmeruth

I already know what you're gonna say

alice.in.wonderland

no you don't

pleasecallmeruth

yeah?

try me bitch

alice.in.wonderland

...did you see sirius and remus's stories

pleasecallmeruth

I FUCKING KNEW IT

alice.in.wonderland

SHUT THE FUCK UP

pleasecallmeruth

no ❤️

what about their stories anyway

alice.in.wonderland

they looked very similar don't you think?

pleasecallmeruth

it probably doesn't mean anything darling

alice.in.wonderland

but what if it does

pleasecallmeruth

I know you just want to win our bet

alice.in.wonderland

maybe I do maybe I don't

that's a secret I'll never tell

pleasecallmeruth

xoxo gossip girl

alice.in.wonderland

they're in love I know it

pleasecallmeruth

sure alice

alice.in.wonderland

just you wait babe

read at 16:03

no don't leave me on read

read at 16:03

bitch

read at 16:04

new story update from pleasecallmeruth

#hp #Harry Potter #Harry Potter fic #harry potter imagine #Marauders #marauders era #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #James Potter #Sirius Black #Remus Lupin #peter pettigrew #dorcas meadowes #Lily Evans #marlene mckinnon #alice longbottom

[roseskiesandbutterflies]

Rainbow

Pairing: Thirteenth Doctor x Reader

Word count: 3986

Tags: Fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, light angst, late night chats

Also posted on my ao3!

Summary: A late-night insomnia-induced wander down the TARDIS corridors brings you to a room you’ve never seen before, full of all kinds of intergalactic oddities. You also find a certain blonde Time Lord there, and decide to see what she’s up to at this hour.

A/N:  Hi friends, I’m sure most of you have heard the news by now that Jodie is leaving Doctor Who next year – and I think we are all feeling it, although we knew this news would come eventually. May I offer you some fluff in these trying times? Yeah? Cool. 

Shoutout to my wonderful friends in the Discord for making me smile every day and a special shoutout to the lovely @penguinwithitsarseonfire​ for sticking around in VC as I finished this and helping me figure out how to format this post because I’m clueless. Love ya!

Your mind churned around in the darkness, hopelessly running in circles, restless limbs tangled up in a mess of bedsheets. You let out a sigh and rubbed your eyes, willing them to shut for a few hours, to no avail. Colours and shapes danced around your vision from the lack of visual stimuli, which only served to provide another distraction for your wandering thoughts.

This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, annoyingly. You weren’t very good at sleeping – or in other words, getting your brain to shut up when it needed to. It was challenging at the best of times to get your brain to settle at night, but especially so when onboard the TARDIS and your days were generally filled with all sorts of wonderfully bizarre experiences.

Keep reading

#goodbye i love this

[roseskiesandbutterflies]

Killer Queen (Social Media AU) - Chapter 1

Summary: This is just my marauders fic but in social media form. Check the original on my account under the same name (Killer Queen) to see the blurb and shit. Yes it’s the same plot lmao. I made this entirely on impulse.

A/N: Alright this was really short but it is what it is. The original chapter was really short too because I wrote it so long ago so it's not like I had much to work with lmao. Anyways see you next time babes!

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 282

Inspiration: The Boy Who Killed God by SeraMGrigori on AO3, Sweet Things by Cocomouse on AO3, Peacocks by yellowbeesknees on Wattpad, Dandelions by asthelysian on Wattpad

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new tweet from pleasecallmeruth

pleasecallmeruth ew I forgot how much I hate waking up before 11am

- notaflower bro the train leaves in less than an hour get off of twitter

 - pleasecallmeruth you're literally on twitter too smh you're such a hypocrite

new instagram post from pleasecallmeruth

new story update from pleasecallmeruth

                   marauders innit

pleasecallmeruth, jamesblack, siriuspotter, loonylupin & pettygrew

pettygrew

lads where are you all lmao

pleasecallmeruth

I'm just about to leave home

jamesblack

mate the train leaves in 10 minutes why are you still at home

pleasecallmeruth

we're apparating don't fret darling

siriuspotter

I've just got here pete where are you I don't want to be with my mother any longer than I have to

pettygrew

underneath the clock

siriuspotter

oh I see you give me a second

pettygrew

alright he's refusing to get his phone out but we've gained a remus

jamesblack

why does that not surprise me

pettygrew

james?? where tf are you??

jamesblack

already on the train lmao

pettygrew

right ruth we're just gonna get on the train so just meet us on there when you get here

probs be our normal compartment

jamesblack

probs?

pettygrew

stfu james I'll kick you in the teeth

#hp #Harry Potter #Harry Potter fic #harry potter imagine #Marauders #marauders era #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #marauders social media #marauders social media au #social media au

[roseskiesandbutterflies]

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

#please do oh my god

[roseskiesandbutterflies]

Killer Queen (Social Media AU) - Cast and Usernames

Summary: This is just my marauders pic but in social media form. Check the original on my account under the same name (Killer Queen) to see the blurb and shit. Yes it's the same plot lmao. I made this entirely on impulse. 

A/N: Right. So. This is a social media version of my fic Killer Queen. Same plot, just told through social media. There are obviously some bits that I won't be able to put in here so maybe check the original fic just to make sure you understand what's going on lmao. Also this is set in 2020/21 but without the pandemic just for my peace of mind. I use the website zeoob for the social media templates unless I say otherwise, and yes it's free.

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 167 (it’s only the usernames so don’t expect too much lmao)

Inspiration: The Boy Who Killed God by SeraMGrigori on AO3, Sweet Things by Cocomouse on AO3, Peacocks by yellowbeesknees on Wattpad, Dandelions by asthelysian on Wattpad

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Arabella Ruth White

username: pleasecallmeruth

played by: logan browning

James Potter

username: jamesblack

played by: sendhil ramamurthy

Sirius Black

username: siriuspotter

played by: matthew baynton

Remus Lupin

username: loonylupin

played by: tom rosenthal

Peter Pettigrew

username: pettygrew

played by: jamie bell

Lily Evans

username: notaflower

played by: isabel clifton

Marlene McKinnon

username: marlsmckinnon

played by: freya mavor

Dorcas Meadowes

username: certified_dork

played by: mariah idrissi

Alice Fortescue

username: alice.in.wonderland

played by: lily collins

Kingsley Shacklebolt

username: absoluteking

played by: dasharn anderson

Severus Snape

username: halfbloodprince

played by: I don't really give a shit you already know what he looks like

#hp #Harry Potter #Harry Potter fic #harry potter imagine #Marauders #marauders era #marauders fic #marauders fanfiction #marauders social media #marauders social media au #social media au

[roseskiesandbutterflies]

Fanfic authors be like “stay tuned for more” or “to be continued” and then don’t update for twenty years, lmao.

#i- #with me you only get semi-regular content if you read all my stuff #you only follow me for one series?? which is valid ofc #but get ready for annual updates and annual updates only

[roseskiesandbutterflies]

Fic: Aziraphale/Crowley - Under Your Umbrella

So ah, this news huh? Had a fic written and ready for today but it’s now tomorrow’s fic while this exists. Season two thoughts?! As always please feel free to send me any prompts. More of my fics here

Crowley is cursing when Aziraphale catches up to him, caught in the sudden rainstorm of what had been a lovely, starry night. 

Probably a miracle, the stars do not shine like that in London.

Aziraphale ducks in beide Crowley, now cursing specifically at the sky instead of more generally at the situation. He’s found a spot of shelter that will fit them both, but they’re going to have to leave it if they want to get back to the bookshop at all tonight. And Crowley right now is not being helpful.

Aziraphale sighs. ‘Now Crowley, really. There’s no need for that sort of language. What if there were children around?’

‘They know worse from school, kids these days swear better than their parents if the adults don’t watch their screen time.’ Crowley shakes out his hair and Aziraphale sighs again.

‘You really should start carrying an umbrella,’ he says as he summons his umbrella from the bookshop and puts it up over their heads.

Crowley glares at him. ‘I’m a demon, don’t need to carry anything.’ He looks up and groans. ‘Tartan, really angel?’

‘You have registered your complaints on numerous occasions and I haven’t changed yet. What on Earth makes you think I’ll change my style now?’

‘Hope springs eternal,’ Crowley quotes with a sigh, then steps in closer. ‘Just teasing, angel.’

‘I know you are,’ Aziraphale says with a soft smile as they turn the corner . The Bentley and bookshop are there, looking as lovely as they were before Crowley and Aziraphale had left on their little walk.

Smiling at them, and his demon, and oh, the world Aziraphale leans in a little closer, tilting his head. Crowley glances up at him, an equally soft smile on his face. 

‘Come on then, my dear. I’ll make cocoa. Warm us up.’ And with a soft brush of their hands and the lingering warmth that comes with sharing an umbrella, they go home.

[roseskiesandbutterflies]

Yall now I have to finish LDD as quickly as fucking possible before season 2 comes out in case new things come to light that means I have to change the story 😭

#good omens