#Crowley would be able to understand that too from having her in HIS (her) head

[ineffablelunatics]

The Good Place and Crowley

A while ago, someone sent an ask to Gaiman. It went as follows, “In the book, ‘Golden Girls’ was Crowley’s favorite TV show. Is that slo TV Crowley’s favorite or does he have a current TV show that he prefers?” He answered, “I think he’d love the ‘The Good Place.’”

The Good Place is one of my favorite shows. I completely understand why Crowley would like it. It has some of the best debates of the philosophy and ethics of modern day society including the afterlife. It argues that people should not be defined as good and bad. It shows that people can improve. It tells us why and how they improve.

There’s two things about Crowley that really connect him to these thoughts. 1. Crowley does not like to be defined as good(or nice). Though we haven’t really seen that include bad, I would assume that it would be the similar thought. It also might have something to do with Aziraphale saying those things specifically, but that’s another post. 2. That people are not defined by what happened to them, and that means that anyone can improve.

Crowley fell from Heaven. He fell from grace which made him demon which means that for all intents and purposes, he should be evil. But he isn’t. Crowley doesn’t ever really commit truly evil acts. Any truly evil act that Hell thinks Crowley committed, humans committed. Crowley just took the credit. Crowley likes the thought that people can change. In Hell, he sees tons of people who are awful, but he also sees people who just made some mistakes. He sees demons who are like him who don’t find joy in treating people terribly. He’s seen angels causing harm happily, but others giving away joy like lollipops.

Those two things are fundamental in the show, The Good Place. I would argue Good Omens as well. If Adam had always been treated like he was evil, he probably would have never had friends who he genuinely cared about so much so that their fear pulled him out of his power drunken state. If Aziraphale had assumed the snake was evil(if he even saw him lol), then smited him, where would Crowley and humanity be? The demon with the imagination burned to ash and humanity living with almost decision-less whilst tucked neatly within Eden’s walls. If people couldn’t improve then Shadwell would have never been able to put aside his fears and foolishness so that he could love Madame Tracy and show it. Gabriel and Beelzebub would still be planning Armageddon 2.0 if they hadn’t moved on and fell in love instead.

The Good Place reminds us of the things time and time again. Each of the four main characters get reset, and every time, in the right circumstances, they always become better people. They are also never really defined as good and bad either. At times, others try to define Eleanor as a bad person, but every time, she reminds them that, yes, maybe, she shouldn’t be in the Good Place, but at the very least, she should be in her very own Middle Place. Every time, Chidi teaches her how to become a better person(which only works, because she wants to be one) and in the process, he becomes one too. Just like Gabriel and Beelzebub.

This was way longer than I expected it to be, but here are some quotes from The Good Place and where I think they would fit into Good Omens whether that be place and time or people and relationships.

“Sometimes, when you’re feeling helpless, the secret is to help someone else. Get out of your own head. Trust me. The next time someone asks for help, say yes.” This feels like the whole of S2, specially Aziraphale with Jim and then Maggie

“If you have bills to pay and shit to deal with you don;t have time or energy to become a better person.”  The Resurrectionists in 1827 with Elspeth and Wee Morag

“If there were an answer I could give you to how the universe works, it wouldn’t;t be special. It would just be machinery fulfilling its cosmic design. It would just be a big, dumb food processor. But since nothing seems to make sense, when find something or someone that does, it’s euphoria.” All the couples in GO, but that quote right there seems to be how Crowley and Aziraphale has been holding on for so long

“I guess all I can do is embrace the pandemonium find happiness in the unique insanity of being here, now.” Nina specially during The Ball

“People improve when they get external love and support. How can we hold it against them when they don’t?” Beelzebub and Gabriel

“We have no plan. No one’s coming to save us. So... I’m going to do it.” Aziraphale(specifically him at the end of S2 in my opinion)but also just everybody in S1 with Anathema, Agnus, the Them, Aziraphale and Crowley, just all trying their best

“If soulmates do exist, they’re not found. They’re made. People meet. They get a good feeling, and they get to work building a relationship.” All the couples, but especially Aziraphale and Crowley with the Agreement, they were working on their relationship before they knew they were even working on their relationship

“What matters isn’t if people are good or bad. What matters is if people are trying to be better today than they were yesterday. You asked me where my hope comes from? That’s my answer.” Crowley, because deep down, at the end of the line, we know that he’s an optimist

*reminder that all of this is my opinion, if there’s anymore quotes you would like to add, please do, some of the information might be incorrect

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens spoilers #david tennant #michael sheen #the good place #eleanor shellstrop #chidi anagonye #jason mendoza #tahani al jamil #the good place quotes #I don’t know why #but here is a really long post about the good place and good omens #because i love them so much

[mimisempai]

Nowhere to hide

Summary

Muriel organizes a movie night at the bookstore. 

Everything would be perfect if Aziraphale, having had more than enough to drink, hadn't gotten too clingy and affectionate with Crowley. Thus giving Nina, Maggie and Muriel a much more interesting show than the movie on TV.

Notes

In need of some levity… so I indulge myself in some fun fluff…

On Ao3

Rating G -  972 words

Crowley had been unable to concentrate for over ten minutes and didn't know what was going on in the movie they were watching. 

Muriel had come up with the idea of a movie night and, of course, neither he nor Aziraphale had been able to say no. Not that they'd wanted to in the first place. They were both delighted to see the angel thrive and expand their knowledge of the world, whatever that might be.

The current problem for the demon was that Aziraphale, after drinking a little more than he should have, had become very affectionate and clingy. Which normally wouldn't have bothered Crowley if they were alone. But they weren't. 

Nina sat at the other end of the sofa, Maggie cross-legged at her feet, and Muriel sat against Maggie.

However, if they weren't hiding the nature of their relationship, Crowley didn't necessarily feel like being so demonstrative in public.

The demon tried to move a little closer to the end of the sofa to distance himself from the angel, hoping he'd understand, but it was all in vain as Aziraphale's head slid down his arm to rest on his chest, and Crowley had no choice but to wrap his arm around Aziraphale's shoulders to hold him there.

Muriel and Maggie seemed transfixed by what was on the TV, so Crowley glanced at Nina, hoping she was also engrossed in the movie and hadn't noticed. Of course, that wasn't the case, for even though her eyes were fixed on the screen, the expression and grin on her face left no doubt that she had seen it all, and even knew that Crowley was watching her at that very moment.

Worst of all, now, emboldened by Crowley's arm around his shoulders, Aziraphale was not only clingy, but much more affectionate. The angel had started to kiss him on the neck, which the demon was far from finding unpleasant, but then again, not when they had company. 

Crowley tried to nudge him gently, whispering, "Angel, please...the movie's not over." 

He saw Maggie's shoulders begin to shake, followed by a giggle she couldn't hold back.

"All right, my love," Aziraphale replied in a voice so clear that no one in the room could ignore it. The chorus of giggles at his feet and the chuckle to his left proved that they had heard him perfectly, and Crowley couldn't help but blush slightly.

He muttered, "Angel..."

As for Aziraphale, he hadn't moved an inch, continuing to kiss the hollow of Crowley's neck. 

The demon tried to reason with him again, "Aziraphale, please, we're not alone...please stop."

Aziraphale looked up and sulked, "But sweetheart..."

Sweetheart! Aziraphale had never called him that before!

He would never hear the end of it. 

Aziraphale continued, "But sweetheart, I only see you, so it's like we're alone."

Nina chuckled again as Maggie and Muriel swooned together.

"So cute!"

"Aw, how sweet!"

Crowley turned his head to Nina and she mouthed, "Sweetheart."

The demon tried to appear scolding, but the blush on his cheeks and the angel clinging to him made it far from convincing. 

His attention returned to Aziraphale, who was running his fingers over Crowley's face and had just stopped on his lips, "Hm... those lips, I want to kiss them so badly... please Crowley..."

It was too much! 

He tried to push Aziraphale back a little harder, but the angel wrapped his arms around his neck and his lips were almost against the demon's, saying in a pleading voice, "Please... please... kiss me."

Crowley would have succumbed in a second if it hadn't been for their friends, but that was out of the question, so he settled for holding Aziraphale against his chest and whispering in his ear, "Angel... a little patience, all right... I promise we'll soon be able to do everything you want."

He felt Aziraphale nod against him and sighed with relief when the angel just snuggled up to him without trying anything else. 

Nina said softly, "Muriel, Maggie, I think it's time for us to go."

Crowley was grateful, though he knew he would pay for it sooner or later.

Muriel looked up at them and replied with a fake pout, "Too bad, the show behind me was almost as interesting as the one on TV." 

Crowley replied, "You, you're getting more and more cheeky. I don't like it."

"Liar. You love it," Nina muttered.

She was right, of course.

Nina chuckled, "I don't think the rest of the show is for us, honey." 

Then she stood up and approached the embracing couple, leaning over to say in the demon's ear, "You two are adorable. I'm really happy for you. For both of you." 

Then, still with the same smile on her lips, she began to walk away. 

Muriel, who had gotten up, approached Crowley and kissed him on the cheek, "Thanks for tonight. But next time, don't keep Aziraphale all to yourself... sweetheart," and with a burst of laughter, they bounced off to join Nina.

Maggie leaned over and kissed him on the other cheek before saying, "You're so adorable when you're not grumpy."

Crowley didn't know where to put himself, unable to react or evade with his burden in his arms. And all three of them knew it. Traitors.

But as the door closed and he looked down at the angel now sleeping against his chest, he told himself he could handle a little sarcasm.

Aziraphale murmured against his chest, "You're so warm, Crowley, can I stay like this forever?"

Crowley laughed softly and replied, "Anything you want, Angel."

He placed a tender kiss on Aziraphale's hair, and the angel snuggled a little closer to him. 

The movie continued on the TV, but Crowley didn't care as he was much more captivated by his beloved resting in his arms.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale

[theoakleafpancake]

After the celebration had finally ended, Halt decided he’d had enough of formalities and appearances. A grand homecoming to Araluen was not what he’d wanted. Now that he had Will back, all that was left to do was to return to the little cabin in Redmont and sleep for a week straight. If it weren’t for the assembly the King called for, he’d be able to do just that.

Someone knocked on the door. He gave a final tug on the straps of his pack before heading over, heaving in a silent sigh. But when the door swung open, he was met with an unexpected face.

Well, not entirely unexpected. It was bound to happen sooner or later. He’d rather it would have been later, but alas, Fate seemed to be enjoying her time with him.

“Crowley.” He stepped aside, allowing the Ranger Commandant in the room. “I thought you’d have left by now.”

“Really?” The sandy-haired man turned to look at him. “Eleven months, and that’s the first thing you have to say.”

“Eleven and one week,” he said quietly. “And I seem to recall giving you a full report earlier. So no, that is not the first thing I have said to you.”

Crowley ran a hand through his hair. “And one week.” A breathy chuckled escaped the other man. “Do you think I haven’t been counting each day?”

He raised an eyebrow. “A Ranger Commandant has more important things to do than wait for the prodigal son to return.”

“I’m sorry.” The older Ranger reached a hand towards his arm and then faltered, those light eyes desperately seeking his. “If I could go back in time, I would change everything. I would have broken you out of prison. I would have covered it all up. No one would have ever known.”

“Having everyone know was a part of the plan.”

“But why, Halt?” His voice broke. “Why would you put us through that?”

Halt raised his eyes to the ceiling. After all this time, his friend still had the nerve to ask the same question. “I don’t give you as much credit as I should. You’re not stupid, Crowley. You know the answer.”

It was the boy. Will. He would have burned the world for his apprentice if necessity demanded it of him. He had given up his life for some cheeky, over-talkative child that had somehow become an integral part of his life. Losing Will had been like losing an arm. He could have said all this and more, but he wasn’t sure if the other Ranger would ever truly understand.

“Crowley.” He laid a land on his friend’s shoulder. “You have your loyalties and I have mine. Surely you didn’t think I’d change over the years?”

“No. I never would have expected that.” The older Ranger turned away. “You always were a stubborn one.”

“And I don’t intend on changing that. I became a Ranger to help you. Not to pledge my full allegiance to a King.”

“That’s exactly what being a Ranger is.” The silver Oakleaf felt heavy around his neck. Halt knew what the Oakleaf meant. Running away from Clonmel, he was given a second chance, and that chance had been Araluen and its Rangers. He liked Duncan a great deal more than he cared to admit—certainly the Araluan was a far better King than either him or Ferris. But against all odds, that’s just what Duncan was.

A King.

“I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Crowley said quietly. “But it seems to me you’re doing fine in that sense.”

Halt let go of the man’s shoulder. “You thought too highly of me. That’s your mistake.”

“I think just enough of you.” The redhead sighed. “My only mistake was turning you away. I’m sorry, Halt.”

He met his friend’s eyes, and saw the pain inside them, pain he was responsible for. “I am, too.”

#rangers apprentice #john flanagan #halt o’carrick #crowley meratyn #cralt #? #i think #fanfic #fanfiction #ra fanfic #I’m not really sure what this is tbh #i just got bored and wanted to do a little interaction between them #because surely they weren’t all just buddy-buddy with each other once he returned right? #halt always has his separate loyalties and if he’s forced to choose between his promises and a king? #well that’s not really a choice cause he already knows #halt was raised to be a king #crowley was raised to follow a king

[dyns33]

Antichristmas

A Sandman / Good Omens crossover, with Dream x reader of course 

Merry Christmas and Happy Yule !

When Morpheus had met Y/N, he had felt that there was something special about her, but he had been unable to say what.

Maybe her soft laugh, her beaming smile, her clever mind. At first, after being unable not to think of her for several days, he had called Desire, to check that it was not one of their games to torment him.

But no, Y/N was simply a human that he liked, who charmed him even more after he invited her to his kingdom and that she got along with all his subjects. But it was against the rules for an Endless to associate with a mortal, so Morpheus had made the wise decision to have the happiness of her company only as a friend.

He didn't tell her right away who he was, what he was, afraid that she wouldn't want to see him anymore, but he was pleasantly surprised to receive a smile when he confessed the truth to her. He loved her even more then, suffering from not being able to confess his feelings to her.

           "I don't see why you two couldn't be together, boss."

           "Quiet, Matthew." Lucienne mumbled, trying to scare the raven away. "Those are the rules, Lord Morpheus has no choice."

           "It's stupid, he loves her, and I think she loves him too, I don't see where the harm is."

           "Mervyn, I believe there are still repairs to be done in the west wing of the castle."

           "But he's right, Loosh. It's not fair. Boss, it's not fair. !"

           "Life is unfair." sighed Morpheus as he surveyed his kingdom. "But that's the way it is. I have responsibilities, and I won't put my world, or the waking world, in jeopardy, because of a foolish passion. I've made that mistake once before, I know how that risk of ending."

Dream had a quick thought for Nada. His dear Nada, whom he had loved tenderly and who was now locked up in Hell. Even if he decided to forgive her, he couldn't get her out so easily, especially not after his fight with Lucifer.

Above all, he didn't want such a fate to happen to Y/N. He would not punish her if she pushed him away, he had changed since that time, he himself had been locked up, but if he broke the ban, the Kindly Ones could demand that he send his beloved to the depths of darkness, so that he understands that he had no right to be with her.

He therefore acted reasonably, and one day had the unpleasant surprise of finding Y/N in the company of a demon.

           "Oh. Hello... My lord." the snake demon hissed, lowering his head in front of him, forcing himself to smile while turning to Y/N.

           "Morpheus, this is my uncle Crowley. Well, he's not really my uncle, but I've known him since I was born."

           "Please tell me your "dear new dreamy friend" is not in front of me right now."

           "Don't growl, Uncle Crowley. No need to be anxious. Like about next week."

           "It's perfectly normal for me to be nervous about next week. This holiday... It's ridiculous. Even you should find it ridiculous. Christmas... I forbid you to celebrate it !"

           "That would be ironic and petty of me." Y/N sneered, kissing the demon on the cheek, before taking Morpheus' hand, to guide him down the street, to the cinema where they had a friendly date.

This was the first sign that greatly disturbed the master of dreams and nightmares, convinced that Lucifer was going to try to attack him by attacking Y/N.

The second sign came very quickly, when he was invited to his friend's house a few days later. As he stood in the entrance, he came face to face with a hellhound, a repulsive, dangerous, evil beast.

Except that Y/N didn't seem to see what he was seeing, kneeling beside the creature to hug it, while it was licking her face.

           "Hello, little pooch. Yes, I've missed you too. You've been good ? This is Morpheus, my friend. You're nice to him, okay ?"

           "... Where did you find that... thing ?"

           "Dog ? He was the one who found me. It's been a while now, he's not very young, but he's really adorable. Crowley keeps him from time to time. My other uncle doesn't like him a lot. I can't blame him for that, Dog can be complicated."

A third sign not seeming necessary, Morpheus took the decision to intervene directly in order to avoid a catastrophe.

Of course, if he didn't want to start a war, he couldn't destroy the demon or destroy the hound, so he locked the animal in a nightmare, and he calmly went to order this Crowley to stay away from Y/N if he didn't want to get in trouble.

Contrary to what he had thought, the young woman was not really grateful when she learned what he had done.

           "Uncle Crowley called me to say that you threatened him, and took my dog ! And before you went and yelled at him, you said he couldn't come near me anymore, you didn't mention the phones, so you have no right to blame him !"

           "Y/N, you have to understand, he's a demon. He's dangerous. And your dog isn't a dog, he's a hound from hell. I think they're trying to harm me in hurting you, and I refuse to let that happen. I'll get you another dog. Christmas is tonight after all."

           "But I don't want another dog ! Look... I get what's going on, and I think it's lovely that you want to protect me, but Dog won't hurt me, and neither will Crowley. Yes, they are demons, but they are nice !"

           "Demons are not nice." he insisted, taking her hand, hoping that she would listen to him. "It's in their nature to be evil and cruel. They can't change that, and they don't want to either. They were made that way and nothing can ever change that, they can't be trusted. They need to get them back where they came from as soon as possible."

Again, this didn't seem to have the effect Morpheus was hoping for. Y/N suddenly looked terribly hurt, her eyes filling with tears and she pulled her hand from his before running off.

Thinking that the grip of the infernal forces was already very strong on her, he returned to Crowley's place, where he was surprised to find an angel.

           "Hello, gracious Dream Lord. I'm Aziraphale, a friend of... I know Crowley, a bit. He explained to me that there were some issues between you, him, and Y/N."

           "You know Y/N ?"

           "Of course, she's my niece. We were her godparents at first, but I found the joke a little too offensive after some time."

           "I do not understand." Morpheus said slowly with a threatening voice, his shadow then filling the whole room. "You know there's a demon lurking around an innocent human, and you are not interfering ?"

           "A... Oh damn it. She didn't tell you ? She said she was going to tell you about it, what happened ? I'm sure you did something stupid, you're known for that. Without wanting to offend you."

           "Speak."

           “Y/N is not an innocent human. I mean, yes, she is, but she wasn't supposed to be. She is... the Antichirst. Crowley and I had been tasked by our respective camps to watch her, but we didn't want the world to be destroyed, nor did we want this lovely child to be unhappy, so we showed her another way, and now, even though she has certain powers, her dog is from hell, and she could still cause the Apocalypse, she's only Y/N, my sweet, lovely Y/N. Please tell me you didn't upset her, or hurt her."

The mistake, or rather the mistakes of Morpheus were all then obvious to him. The christmas jokes. The presence of a hound from hell, like the one who was to join the Antichrist on the day of the end of the world.

And above all, Y/N's sad look, when he said that demons couldn't change. That they were evil, untrustworthy, and had to be cast out. If he thought that of the creatures of hell, what would he think of the Antichrist ? Could he believe she wasn't evil ?

Without taking the time to greet the angel, he used his sand to appear in Y/N's apartment. The poor darling was crying on her couch. She didn't jump when she saw him, wiping away her tears as she stared at him with contempt.

           "What now ?"

           "I spoke with your other uncle."

           "Aziraphale ? And what did you talk about ?"

           "He explained everything to me."

           "Oh. I see. And you came to send me to hell, me, the Adversary, the Beast, who doesn't deserve to live ?"

           "No. No, I came to apologize."

Slowly, Morpheus reached into his long cloak, and stepping into the darkness, he dragged the hound out. The creature growled when he put it on the ground, before seeing its mistress, barking happily as it ran towards her to jump on her lap, licking her face and wagging its tail. Like a real dog, a nice normal dog.

This made Y/N smile, cry a little more, cuddling the animal.

           "I thought... I thought you were in danger. I apologize. I'll also go ask forgiveness from the demon Crowley, for this misunderstanding."

           "I don't know if Uncle Crowley will brag about it for eternity or if he'll be afraid his side will think he's definitely betrayed them." she sneered, before looking sad again. "Dream... About what you said..."

           "I was wrong. It was unfair and cruel."

           "I know. It's fine. Your brother warned me."

           "My brother ?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, surprised that Destiny could have gotten involved in something.

           "Destruction. He came to see me after I didn't cause the Apocalypse. He said it was normal for Destruction to come and talk to the Destroyer of Worlds at least once. He wanted to thank me and congratulate me. He said that my choice reassured him, showing him that he might have taken the right direction, by leaving, even if it had hurt his family and they still did not understand it. He advised me to be patient if I used to meet them, because they could be a bit stupid and judgmental."

Not knowing what to say, Morpheus said nothing. He still found it difficult to talk about his brother and the decision he had made.

It was true that he did not understand.

But that didn't mean he was judging Y/N. He was not unhappy that the world had not been destroyed, and so he was grateful to her that she had not followed the path that Lucifer had wanted for her.

A path that had allowed them to meet. Even though she was his enemy's daughter, she was different. And she wasn't human. And she was in no danger of being sent to hell, where she couldn't be locked up anyway, since she was born to reign there.

           "So... Now that you've apologized and aren't going to curse me, what do we do ?" she asked looking at him with mischievous eyes.

           "I thought we could go for a walk, stargaze, and celebrate Christmas."

           "It's an idea. Although Uncle Crowley will be furious. He says I only have the right to celebrate Antichristmas. Don't sigh, it's his joke, and I think it's not that terrible, whatever Aziraphale thinks about it."

Morpheus sighed anyway, reaching out her hand to help her up and guide her outside. As they were about to leave, he looked up to find a sprig of mistletoe hanging from the door. He looked at Y/N, who had followed his gaze.

           "That's not me." she said quickly looking around. "Nor my uncles."

           "No. I know who did this." Dream muttered seeing Matthew sitting on a tree, proud of himself.

           "Well. I don't celebrate Christmas, but tradition is tradition."

           "Indeed, you always have to respect the rules."

The hound and the raven made little sounds of joy as they kissed, before heading back inside, forgetting about the ride, the stars, Antichristmas and the rest of the universe.

#the sandman #morpheus #dream of the endless #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless fanfiction #dream of the endless x reader #good omens

[ineffabildaddy]

post-ineffable divorce hatefucky ficlet (featuring fem!crowley)

so, i banged a quick one out (no pun intended) late last night after this exchange with @actual-changeling, plus some encouragement from @crowleyslvt in the dms

summary: aziraphale and fem!crowley are hatefucking on the regs post-ineffable divorce. despite setting out some ground rules, they can't help breaking them…

obviously, this ficlet is of an explicitly sexual nature, so please proceed with caution!!!

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They had settled into a rhythm. Crowley liked that. Well, she didn't like it, but it was easier than the alternative.

Every panting breath Aziraphale released was pronounced. Beads of sweat which looked suspiciously like tears tumbled down his flushed cheeks. He was fucking Crowley with the best dick he'd ever manifested; her splayed out on the nearest table they had come upon moments earlier, him in a standing position, rutting into her with the grunts and groans of a furious wounded animal.

Crowley appeared positively relaxed as she leaned back on her hands, head tilted upwards slightly, the cascading crimson waves of her hair falling over her tits, with her legs enveloping his hips so he could fuck her deeper. Not only did she have a delectable view of Aziraphale unravelling before her, but from this position, she was also able to maintain the distance required to keep her from grabbing at him, or kissing him, or worse - crying her fucking eyes out.

In other words, she had everything under control.

That is, until Aziraphale, without leaning forward, wrapped one hand around her neck.

Wordlessly, he continued to thrust into her without breaking eye contact. She stifled a whimper as the pad of his thumb pressed into her skin with disarming gentleness. Sporting a pair of pupils as dilated as Aziraphale had ever seen them, Crowley clasped Aziraphale's occupied wrist with both hands and clung on for dear life. Though uttering a moan would be conceding to him too much, she knew that with the minimal effort of keening a couple of times through deep breaths, she could drive him dangerously close to insanity.

So, that was what she did, glaring back into Aziraphale's eyes with an intensity that she would certainly regret if she was able to perceive the look that adorned her own face. Aziraphale's countenance betrayed nothing, but for a split second, Crowley felt his thumb move markedly downwards, as if he was determining whether or not to caress her with it.

Then, Aziraphale let go.

"Bad girl."

As his arm fell to his side, so did both of Crowley's hands. Her heart did that thing where it's sort of like - what was that cruise ship called that went down about a century ago? Well, yeah, it did a thing rather like that.

"Fuck you," Crowley spat back, with such bile that a flash of guilt immediately assaulted her gut.

"Very bad girl," Aziraphale retaliated without so much as a moment's pause while he continued fucking her. "What happens to bad girls, my-" he broke off and cleared his throat. His voice rang out an octave lower the second time he attempted to speak the same sentence. "What happens to bad girls?"

"B-bad girls don't come." The stammer that accompanied Crowley's speech was borne more out of confusion than anything else. She still failed to understand why Aziraphale insisted on establishing that each time they fucked - after all, he never kept his word. She came more than he did, every time, but her orgasms were not administered with the patience or the tenderness required for her to really lose herself in them. Instead, they wounded and incensed her (but not as much as they drove her wild with passion, and the desire for a warmer, more rewarding form of intimacy with him; no, never as much as that).

"That's right," Aziraphale growled. "Touch me like that again and..."

Crowley raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently for the end of Aziraphale's statement. She rolled her hips and felt Aziraphale's dick hit just the right spot as she did so, serving as a reminder that two could play this game.

"... You are impossible."

Despite knowing better, Crowley wanted so badly for him to be right. She grinned a grin which didn't quite reach her eyes while Aziraphale's nails sunk into her thighs just hard enough that, if she were human, they would've drawn blood.

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[sofreddie]

The Lion's Den - Part 8

Characters: Crowley x F!Reader

Warnings: Contract Negotiations as Foreplay/Pillow Talk, Smut (Protected Sex, Marking, Possessiveness, Oral Sex, Spanking, Choking/Asphyxiation, Rough Sex, Squirting), Fluff

KINK: MARKING KINK (@anyfandomkinkbingo)

WC: 2,495

A/N: I am so happy and relieved that I got this part written. It felt like a fistfight to get every word down. But now that I've worked through my blocks, my anxiety is easing up and I've been able to work a little more on other fics as well. One more chapter after this one, though I have outlined possible timestamps. Thank you so much for your patience and I hope this installment in the series was worth the wait. ;)

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Part 7

Y/N took a deep breath to calm her nerves as she exited her hired car, the all-too-familiar door of The Lion's Den glowing brightly, beckoning her within. She pulled the gold-embossed invitation card from her clutch, handing it to the doorman who smiled warmly and opened the door for her to enter.

The Den was buzzing with life and activity like a nightclub - music blasting, drinks everywhere. All the staff and the most elite of clientele were invited, closed to all others. It was a private celebration of the anniversary of the club's opening. The sounds of laughter and joviality rang through the ever-sex-tainted air.

Grabbing a champagne flute off a passing waiter's tray, she began to walk the room, letting her eyes take in the abundance of sensations around her.

As she surveyed the party-goers, her eyes paused as she caught each man that she's enjoyed separately, each surrounded by clients, both favored and prospective. Playing coy and unaffected - and truly just anticipating her time with Crowley - she passed by each of them, their eyes findings hers and giving her a sultry look that made her reminisce of her times with them.

Before long, Crowley's young assistant, Kevin, found her amongst the crowd, inviting her to follow him to his boss' private table.

"Crowley's been waiting for you," Kevin told her as he effortlessly maneuvered through the crowds and to the familiar, secluded booth Crowley liked to occupy.

She was eager and excited but tried her best to hide it. She'd learned to hone her poker face over years of business meetings and negotiations. The Den was one place she felt she could let her guard down and relax.

"There she is," Crowley greeted as she approached his private booth. He stood beside the alcove, straightening his suit and eyes raking her body, draped in a simple gown for the evening's events.

"Crowley," Y/N responded with a smirk, offering her hand. Crowley grasped it gently between both of his hands, bending down to kiss the back of her knuckles.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation," he gestured to the booth and Y/N slid into the seat, Crowley sitting opposite of her.

"I was wondering if I was ever going to get this one-on-one with you or if you were going to keep teasing me," she pouted playfully.

"Ah, yes," Crowley sighed, nodding his head. "I've been rather busy lately," he explained. "Expanding my empire, you understand."

"I do," she agreed quickly. "And I've heard of your successes. Opening a new club?"

"Yes, and I heard of your latest conquering as well. You've been all over the papers recently. I have to admit, I'm a fan of your work."

Silence fell between them as fresh drinks were delivered. Y/N took a long sip, her eyes trailing over Crowley in yet another perfectly tailored suit.

"How have you been enjoying the club?" Crowley inquired, easing the momentary lull in their conversation.

"You should be able to tell from my monthly bill how much I enjoy this club of yours," she smirked behind her glass, feeling mildly tipsy and relaxed in Crowley's presence.

He chuckled, "Yes, well, what if I told you that I'd like to make a deal with you," he challenged, a glint in his eyes.

Y/N sat up straighter, gently setting her drink on the table. She eyed him carefully, as anyone would a potential opponent. Her eyes sparkled and her heart raced, ready to broker another deal. After all, it's what she lived for. With a silent gesture of her hand, she urged him to continue.

Enjoying the game as much as Y/N did, Crowley prepared to lay out his offer.

"You can have me tonight, however you want, as a client. I am more than willing."

Y/N's heart raced differently, Crowley's proposal cutting to the chase of what she'd been after since she laid eyes on him. Biting her lip, she was eagerly anticipating the rest of his proposal.

"Or, you can agree to be mine and I'll fuck you for free, whenever you want."

"Be yours?" she inquired with a quirked brow, more than intrigued by his proposal.

"I'm a King without a Queen," he sighed. "You are smart, beautiful, cunning. Together we could expand my empire and be unstoppable. And of course, you can continue to sample the wares, so long as you remain mine."

"Think it over. In the meantime, I believe we have much more pressing matters," his smile morphed into a grin as his eyes shamelessly trailed over her body.

More pressing matters indeed.

She would definitely think over his offer, though she was sure what she'd most likely say.

Welcoming the distraction, and far too eager for this long-awaited encounter, Y/N allowed Crowley to lead her by the hand away from the staircase and familiar hall of rooms and into a long hallway that led to somewhere much more private.

It was his office, she quickly realized, and it was single-handedly the most expensive and lavish room she had seen in this entire place so far. The soft click of the door behind her made her smile, her anticipation ramping up, her panties already growing damp.

"I enjoy rare and beautiful things," Crowley spoke as he walked comfortably across the office, unbuttoning his suit jacket and casually leaning against the edge of his desk.

She glanced around the room, indeed eyeing many things that piqued her interest. Her eyes floated back to him. The electricity in the air between them crackled with heat, the delicious banter and teasing drawing out, being savored between them.

"And you are the most rare and beautiful thing I've ever encountered," he breathed out. She felt her body slump and swoon, the seriousness flickering in his eyes making her desperately ravenous.

She wasn't one for relationships, her career at the forefront of her mind, the Den a way for her to feed her needs and desires without the complexities of relationships. The look in his eyes made her realize they might be dancing on a line here, but it also made her want to take a chance and step right over it.

Meeting his eyes once more, she knew her fate was sealed.

"You want to be mine?" Crowley asked as he leaned back against his desk with a knowing smirk. "Show me, My Pet."

A flutter ran through her body as she was more than eager to comply. She knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Holding his gaze, she slipped off her dress, revealing she was completely bare beneath. His eyes roamed over her body with admiration and lust.

"Stunningly beautiful, Y/N," Crowley praised. Standing straight, he raised a single finger urging her to come forth.

She gave a crooked smirk as she slowly dropped to her knees, her hands hitting the ground next. She curved her back like a cat as she slowly crawled towards him, the way that John appreciated. As Crowley rubbed his hand against his strained and hardened cock, Y/N knew he too appreciated her moves.

As she reached Crowley, Y/N used her hands to crawl up his thighs, straightening her naked body against his legs. She ghosted along his covered shaft with her nose, her hands settled on his hips.

"My, you are a good pet, aren't you Love?"

Tilting her head back she met his eyes, his hand cupping her cheek.

"Yes, Sir," she responded, doing her best to maintain doe-eyes and a straight face.

Crowley growled before leaning down to crash his lips into hers. Pulling back he whipped off his jacket, the matching vest underneath following closely behind. His hands tucked under her arms - with a strength she didn't know he possessed - he lifted and carried her easily, laying her back on the lush chaise lounge off to the side.

She relaxed back into the soft and plush material of the ornate sofa, her legs falling open to reveal her dampened core. Crowley stared at her hungrily as he loosened his tie, just enough to slip the loop off his head and over hers, adjusting the tie to lie between her breasts.

"Looking more and more like mine by the minute," Crowley smirked, rising from the sofa to strip himself bare.

Y/N watched with hungry eyes, licking her lips as his glorious cock was revealed to her. From head to toe, he was every bit as delicious as she'd imagined he'd be, still emanating power and authority without the amazing, tailored suits.

She licked her lips as he slowly climbed over her, his lips ghosting along her body but not quite touching, the tease of it making her squirm. He lapped at her nipple before encasing it in his mouth, humming at her responding moan.

In her distraction, he moved his mouth lower, sucking a mark on the underside of her breast. She jumped and hissed, the sensation making her core clench. She glanced down, seeing the mark he left behind, and giving him a questioning gaze.

"Only where it won't be seen," he answered her unspoken concern. "Want to see my Pet covered in my marks," he growled at her, settling in on her other breast.

He worked his way down her body, leaving hickeys and love bites as he went, adorning her in his marks. She shivered beneath him, each new mark drenching her core. He worked his way between her thighs, teasing her and leaving even more marks, avoiding the sensitive areas where she was desperate for his touch.

Finally, he turned his attention to her needy and dripping core, lapping up her essence before focusing his energy on her clit.

With mostly his mouth and a little help from his hands, he guided her through a slow-building, slow-crashing orgasm that washed over her like a wave. The scratch of his beard against her sensitive skin added to the euphoric feeling.

He stood suddenly, making her whine from the loss of his touch. He smirked down at her as he rolled on a condom. She licked her lips once more, writhing with neediness.

"Hands and knees, Pet," Crowley grinned, helping guide her into position. She gripped the armrest, curving her back and spreading her legs, her dripping pussy on display.

He groaned, gripping her ass in both hands and kneading the cheeks before slapping the right one harshly. Y/N jumped and moaned, the sting further igniting her lust.

"So responsive, Y/N," Crowley crooned, before sliding deep within her core in one smooth stroke. "So eager; so much fun to play with," he moaned, pulling out and thrusting in hard, relishing her surprised gasps.

Crowley set a fast and harsh pace, the slap of their skin leaving a red tint on Y/N's ass and thighs. She let out a guttural moan as he hit her deep, rubbing deliciously over her g-spot and slamming into her cervix. The mix of pleasure and pain was setting her alight. Her hands clung to the armrest, her nails digging into the upholstery. Part of her was afraid she'd claw it to pieces; part of her didn't give a damn.

His fingers found the tie, still around her neck, turning it to now lie down her spine. He gently tugged on the tie, showing her his intent.

"You good, My Love?" he asked, his hips never stopping their harsh pace.

"Y-yes, S-Sir!" she moaned out wantonly. He held her expertly on a high but kept her from crossing over, the torture of it exquisite.

Crowley wrapped the end of the tie around his hand, the other hand on her hip to steady her to take his cock. He tugged on the tie, simultaneously pulling her back on his cock and beginning to cut off her air. Her pussy fluttered and she let out a groan that made no sound, the pressure and pain bordering too much.

Suddenly, the pressure released and she sucked in a large breath of air, her pussy clamping hard around Crowley's unrelenting length. He growled, both hands on her hips as he fucked her near flat on the sofa. She came hard, gushing around his cock, screaming out her release that seemed to reverberate off the office walls around her.

The intensity of her orgasm pulled Crowley into his own, thrusting deep within her and filling the condom, his hips still moving to extend their mutual highs.

After catching his breath, Crowley removed himself, disposing of the condom. Y/N lay on the sofa, the cool air of the room against her heated skin refreshing. She was thoroughly fucked and sated. Crowley more than delivered, the real thing far better than her fantasies could have conjured.

Hearing the clinking of glass, she rolled over, resting her head back against the armrest. Crowley approached, now wearing his slacks, with two glasses in hand. He offered her one, lifting her feet to sit on the sofa, and setting them back across his lap.

She took a sip from the glass, eyeing Crowley warily, his words and proposition from before still present in her mind.

"So," she glanced at her glass, swirling the liquid within before meeting his eyes once more. "Be yours?"

He grinned and she matched his expression. He set his glass on the side table and rose, moving to his desk and digging in the drawer, finding what he was looking for and setting it on the small table beside her.

"A contract?" she asked excitedly as if he'd slid a jewelry box across the table to her.

She gave it a cursory review, finding it to be a detailed partnership agreement. She loved reading through contracts, finding loopholes, and exploiting or eradicating them, whatever suited her and her clients' interests best.

It was solid, ironclad, and perfect. More perfect and romantic than flowers and dates and frivolous things that she wasn't interested in. It was a great deal and one she was more than willing to accept. Included in their partnership was a VP position for her in Crowley's firm - a right hand to the man himself - and control and Madame of the new female brothel that he intended to open across town.

Aside from more money and a great opportunity, it was a chance to share her life with someone. It wasn't something she was ever really interested in, but with Crowley, her passion for business and appetite for sex crossed into a perfect match.

"And you wouldn't be upset about me continuing to see your gentleman?" she asked with a quirked brow. She did not expect his hearty chuckle.

"My Dear, fuck whomever you want. It's your heart and soul I'm after," he grinned, cupping her cheek.

After reviewing the contract - and knowing she'd have her lawyers review it before signing anything - she grinned, "You little devil," she teased.

Climbing into his lap, she wrapped her arms around his neck, grinding down against his cock which was already hard and ready for her.

"I accept."

PART 9

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[youchangedmedestiel]

I had a convo with @morallygreyintrovert about an idea of a fic with songs for Sam, Dean and Cas (like in Zoey's Extraordinary playlist for those who know this show). Her post is there if you want to take a look. I told her I had a list of songs somewhere, so there it is, I thought I could share it with the class while I'm at it.

Sorry Dean, but I would have loved to see that (and there is definitely some singing in SPN). Anyway, here are the songs I thought about:

Separate Ways (Worlds Apart) by Journey (for season 4) Dean could sing this to Cas when he is still bind to Heaven (and goes through repetitive brain washing sessions). Jensen would totally be able to perform this song like in the video and I would pay a big amount of money to see that, and Misha walking like the girl in the clip with his own trench coat, I can totally picture that one in my head.

I feel you by Depeche mode (for season 4-5) Cas would be the one singing this one and it would be about the famous profound bound between them, when Cas starts feeling for the first time, doubting, and being drawn to Dean, to his "precious soul".

Never tear us apart by INXS (for season 4-5 or 8) Cas again would sing this to Dean, the "two worlds collided" in the song could be Heaven and Earth, angels' world and humans' world that could never tear them apart. Despite their differences, Cas loves Dean’s "precious heart".

Couldn’t stop caring by The Spiritual Machines (for season 5) this one is only for Dean, he would sing this one for himself, while he is fighting against the destiny (the “she” in the song), while the Apocalypse is about to happen and the angels are pressuring him to say yes to Michael, insisting he could be the one to stop it because it’s his destiny. And the title, I mean, it's Dean, "the most caring man on Earth" as Cas said it himself (15x18).

The way I feel by 12 Stones (for season 8) That’s just Dean in Purgatory, while searching for Cas. Feeling how much he needs him and how much he hates feeling like this. And the praying part, well you, "I prayed to you, Cas, every night" (8x02).

Next to me by Imagine Dragons (for season 8-9) This one is for Dean not feeling he is worth anything, but despite everything bad he did (not being able to save Cas from Purgatory, kicking him out of the bunker, etc.) and feeling like he let Cas’s down, well Cas stays by his side and Dean doesn’t understand why.

Killed or Be killed by Muse (for season 9) It’s MoC!Dean, it has fear, love, demons and fate in it. It has everything and it’s just perfect.

I wanna be your slave by Måneskin (for season 10) I don’t know if someone thought about that one before, maybe I’m totally wrong but I think it could be Demon!Dean about Cas, because despite being a demon Dean would still not be normal about Cas and without his human filters it could totally go that way. Too bad we didn’t see more of Demon!Dean with Cas, otherwise we would have seen this. You know in the karaoke bar, Cas enters and Dean is on the stage drunk singing this to him. Just imagine.

I won’t say I’m in love from Hercules (for season 13) When Cas comes back from the Empty, Dean would totally sing that and the muses that sing here could be Balthazar, Metatron, Crowley, Charlie, and Sam (maybe they could be even more, like Benny for example could also be here, but there’s only five muses in the movie). 

Stole my heart by Tanner Cherry (for season 15) I don’t know why but I can totally picture Cas singing this to Dean in the dungeon instead of that heartbreaking confession, and it’s already funnier to think about it.

Bonus:

I’m so excited by Pointer Sister Dean should sing that to Cas if he can’t use his own words to say what he feels, plus it would be fun to see that. Another big amount of money I would spent just to watch this happen on my screen.

Let’s have intercourse by Crazy ex-girlfriend Dean could sing this one to Cas, and of course, there would also be the dancing part.

I was made for lovin’ you by Kiss I don’t know why but I can totally picture that one too, where Cas sings this to Dean. Same thing, lots of money to see that.

Country boy by Alan Jackson the last one but not the least. Do you know who would sing that to who? Dean to Cas, human or without his wings, and it’s even funnier because those two idiots in love met on September 2008, which happens to be the date of release of this song. So it’s destiny, plus the country thing with cowboys hat and all, this song is obviously about them. Like almost every other songs on the planet since I saw them meet on my screen.

Anyway, I think I rediscovered all my playlists with Destiel ears and that's how you got what's above. Hope you'll like the ideas, or at least the songs. There's FOR SURE more songs that could be there, don't hesitate to share with the class.

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[galaxybonez]

Howdy do~! I greatly admire your work! I would like to request a fluffy sfw one-shot in which Riddle’s female s/o takes her boyfriend to an amusement park, something he has never been to in his life, as a reward for his hard work. How will they have fun? Thanks a bunch!

Oml thank you so much!

I'm still learning characterization for twst so hopefully our favorite tiny tyrant isn't too ooc. Hope you enjoy, hun!

Warnings: None!

Word count: 1,269

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It’s no question that Riddle is a hard-worker. His strict nature, both with himself and those under his authority, was one of the core parts of his personality.

Even after his over-blot, he pushes himself to the highest of standards, always striving to be as perfect as possible and barely giving himself a moment to rest or relax.

This doesn’t sit well with you.

Although he’s doing better now, old habits die hard, and he can’t seem to help himself from pushing to perfection.

He’s always so busy, and though he’s good at hiding it, you can tell he’s tired.

So you’re gonna do something about it.

On a trip to Sam's shop for some supplies one day, you notice a flyer for an amusement park that had just opened up recently, and wasn’t all that far from campus

Cue lightbulb moment

After dropping your supplies back at ramshackle, you rush over to Heartslabyul to find your boyfriend. Upon finding the boy in the garden, sipping on some tea, you rush over and slam your hands on the table “Riddle!”

He chokes on his drink, startled

“Who dares-!?...oh, Rose, it's you” he responds, a hand patting his chest in an attempt to stop sputtering on the tea that went down the wrong pipe. “What brings you here?” 

With a giddy grin on your face, you exclaim excitedly, almost shoving the flyer you borrowed(stole) in his face “There’s an amusement park that opened up nearby! Can we please, please, pleeeease go?” You don’t care what his answer is, you’ll convince him.

He responds with an amused huff, gently grabbing your wrist and moving it away from his face “My Rose, you know we can’t. We aren’t supposed to leave campus,” he motions for you to sit across from him as he pours a cup of tea for you .”Besides, even if we could, I couldn’t leave Heartslabyul unattended.”

That's about the kind of answer you expected “So we’d have to sneak off campus. It’s not just open during the day, you know. We can go at night, so we don't miss class. Honestly, who would notice? Crowley? And i’m sure Trey would take over for a night, you know he’d be able to handle it”

The boy was too stunned to speak. He can’t believe you regarded the headmage so casually. He refuses to believe you just proposed sneaking off school grounds at night to go to an amusement park. How absolutely unbelievable. Preposterous. Unimaginable. Poppycock, if you will. He wouldn’t say these things aloud (not to you, at least), but he cannot comprehend how you thought it was a good idea. He chooses his next words carefully.

“(Y/N), Dear, I have to refuse. I cannot condone such behavior, much less participate myself. I don’t understand how such a trip would be worth the trouble”

You narrow your eyes “Have you ever even been to one?”

“Well, no, but-”

You cut him off before he can finish his sentence “Then how can you say it’s not worth it? C’mon, Riddle, live a little.” 

He just gives you a gentle but stern shake of his head. It’s here you decide he’s going whether he wants to or not.

After enlisting the help of Trey and Cater, you manage to drag Riddle (Kicking and screaming) to the amusement park

He is very grumpy about this, and giving you the silent treatment

He loves you, he does, but how. Dare you.

Him, Riddle Rosehearts, breaking the rules. Absolutely unthinkable.

However, upon actually entering the park, he’s mesmerized by all the lights and movement. 

Slowly but surely, as he’s given time to adjust, he’s far less cranky and hesitant. Instead, his gray eyes shimmer with curiosity.

Well, he’s already here. And you’re so excited and giddy. He may as well enjoy himself, right?

You decide the best way to start things off would be some rides, and Riddle agrees, so long as it isn't too extreme. You decide the Teacups would be a good choice. And you were right! Despite his initial reluctance, Riddle actually enjoys the spinning teacups more than he'd like to admit. The next ride, per his request, was the carousel, which he also seemed to enjoy. Then you convinced him to ride a coaster or two. These, he did not enjoy. He did not scream on the first big drop, shut up.

After the coaster fiasco, you decide maybe a break to eat would be a good idea

He was very thankful for this

Until he almost has a heart attack at all the deep fried foods on display

He decides he just wants a water

Until you buy a cotton candy and convince (beg) him to try some

Initially refuses and calls it ‘tooth decay on a stick’

Tried it anyway and actually really enjoyed it. You end up sharing it.

After a food break, games are next on the metaphorical list. Riddle is very quick to notice how rigged the games are. But he plays anyway. Specifically a balloon popping one, where he had to hit a certain amount with a limited number of darts. He saw a big, red and round stuffed hedgehog as one of the prizes and really wants to get it for you. Actually, correction, he has to get it for you. And he’s stubborn. The hedgehog is eventually acquired through an admittedly tame, anger induced battle against the balloons. but don't mention the amount of theumarks he lost or he’s giving you the silent treatment again. You win a stuffed animal to give to him, too, and his face turns cherry red. It’s going on his bed as soon as he gets home.

Eventually, it’s time for the night to come to a close, but not before one last ride. Fluffy prizes in hand, you bring Riddle onto the ferris wheel. He’s pretty nervous as the ride starts moving, until he realizes it's a relatively slow ride. The trip to the top is a calm one, both of you calming down from excitement down below.

And then you reach the top.

The view is something else, and Riddle is absolutely fixated. He can see the entire park in all its glory. He can see NRC out in the distance. And then he turns to see you. The bright lights reflecting on your face, exposing the redness of the evening in your cheeks. The shine in your eyes as you look around the scenery has his heart in his throat, and your hand gently gripping his has his pulse getting quicker. 

When you turn to face him, he’s staring at you with the softest look on his face you’d ever seen, and a small, wobbly little smile on his lips. And he’s so pretty. His hair is messy and tousled, but the park's light enhances the gorgeous red hue. His big, gray eyes are watery, and you almost think he might start crying. He gives his stuffed gift a squeeze and scoots closer, pulling you into him for a hug. He gives your cheek a peck before resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes as his face starts to color in a familiar red, resting your opposite cheek in his palm.

Despite his earlier reservations about coming, he can’t say he regrets it. He had a lot of fun, and he’s so incredibly happy he got to experience it with you. He won’t say it aloud, but he doesn't need to. Instead, you sit together in each other's embrace as a comfortable silence settles around you, everything forgotten but each other.

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Hope I did this justice! I'm getting back into the writing groove. It was super fun to write, and I did it in one sitting hfhfhfhf. Anyways, hope you all enjoyed!

~ Bones ~

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[flowerfletching]

! TW for mentions of trauma and mental health !

Okay so I know this might sound bad but in all honesty...I think we need more Crowley angst. I love him dearly and he's one of my favorite characters, he's even my comfort character, and that's exactly why I need to subject him to as much sad as possible. And I don't just mean angst surrounding the fact that he loved Pauline and had to cope with her getting married to Halt, though I do think there's good angst there and that it can be a great thing to explore, it can also be a great factor in the next thing I'm about to say. The angst I mean is like full blown trauma and mental health issues being explored. Like, you can not tell me that Crowley isn't traumatized at least a little bit. He's been through war, has seen countless deaths, has made so many incredibly difficult decisions that almost no one else may have been able to make, has Halt for a best friend- The list can go on. And then there's also the fact that I genuinely don't believe that Crowley just doesn't have mental health issues. That's because I'm pretty sure that he'd have at least some level of PTSD from all the war and stuff, not only that but he'd also have carry all the guilt and stress that his job brings as well.

I think he also has to be like a constant support for many people so that adds on to his stresses too, though I think that could be one of his reasons to live too depending on the situation. I'm sure he does care about them but I don't doubt that it could still weigh on him. I've also noticed that he jokes around and smiles a lot, which is fine, but it could be like a coping mechanism. Or it could also be a way to hide how he's really feeling. It could be absolute hell in his head but he still might never let anyone know, he may not even think of doing such a thing. The reason could be that he's worries about bothering people with his mental health, that he thinks everyone else is in enough pain that he doesn't want to add on with his own, or that he doesn't think he can even be saved at this point, or it could even be for some other undiscovered reason.

Not to mention that I don't think we even know much about his backstory, though I could be missing something and I could be very wrong. But if I'm right that means that we have no idea of the pains he went through when he was younger, and that we can forge a past for him for him to have to suffer through.

I understand that none of this may be canon and I'm not claiming that any of it is, I just want to see more people explore just how much sad a broken and mentally ill Crowley can cause. I understand that we have established traumas to work with like Will's enslavement and Halt's family issues, and I do think they're good to play around with, just to be clear. But I want to see people mess with Crowley a bit more.

Not to mention the different ways that we can play around with it too. Just him having trauma and horrible mental health alone could be bad enough but just imagine him having to suffer through it alone. Or you could imagine how it could be if anyone found out. That could be through him either telling someone or through them finding out in one of the worst ways possible, or through any other way your mind can create.

There are so many possibilities with this in my opinion and I hope I have convinced you at least a little bit with this ramble of mine, though I completely understand if I didn't and I am in no way trying to pressure anyone into creating something they aren't comfortable with. Like I said before, I absolutely love Crowley and believe that he deserves the world so I have no issue reading and seeing him getting that, in fact I'd love to see more of it! But I also can't help but wonder what it would be like to see his world burn to ashes, or worse, to see the people who see him as their world have to watch him slip through their fingertips just because he could save everyone, and yet no one could save him from himself. But I think that's enough of me so I will leave you with one final question: will you join me in exploring just how traumatized Crowley Meratyn can really be?

#ranger's apprentice #crowley meratyn #angst #trauma

[aziraphalalala]

She stepped closer, understanding in her eyes.

“So, he left you… for a job opportunity?”

“Nngggghhhyyeeaaaah, you could say that.”

“Well, good riddance. If he didn’t choose you, he doesn’t deserve you.”

“He kind of does, you know.”

This snippet comes from my first ever fic, "In the bookshop, after". I promised I'd answer any asks with 500 words from anywhere on any fic I've written here, so, here we are. Author rambling meta, served piping hot, coming up!

Why did I write this fic?

This fic, albeit a short one-shot, was written in the emotional aftershock of *points finger at the last 15 minutes of Good Omens S2E6*.

The second season finally unleashed a burst of creativity and a desire to write in me that had been lying in wait for quite some time. Suddenly, I had so many ideas, and I needed to let it all out somehow. I drew. I sang. I wrote shitty poetry. I returned to tumblr to scream about Good Omens with everyone else.

Once I wrote this fic, it was like opening a Pandora's Box. I can no longer stop, nor do I want to. Writing gives me life. I enjoy it so much I am now writing a multi-chapter human AU fic which will end up being around 30,000 words. In less than 2 months.

It's crazy, and glorious.

Anyway, back to this snippet.

The characters, the dialogue, the context

This unnamed lady, who steps in to the bookshop as Crowley is slowly but steadily consuming quite extraordinary amounts of alcohol, has an uncanny way of picking up things she shouldn't be able to.

Crowley and the lady have a conversation which happens on multiple levels, especially for Crowley. He ends up being painfully honest, secure in his knowledge that most of it goes over the head of this random person.

We, the readers, are not sure whether that's truly the case. She appears rather unusually perceptive.

I have plans for that random person, and a whole backstory for her. I might write it one day. That fic would go a long way explaining her side of this conversation.

But for now, we don't really know her, and we leave it at that.

What was I thinking as I wrote this?

This moment, these lines, draw heavily from my own life. I, too, once imagined that love is an emotion that in itself can be enough for a relationship. Experience, sometimes harshly, has taught me that in the end, our actions and choices are more important than our intentions and emotions.

Does this person choose me? Do they prioritize my needs? Do they make an effort, day in day out, to make our relationship work?

This is the lesson the lady wishes to drill into Crowley. And if it were any other person in the world, a friend of mine for example, I'd tell them to move on. Good riddance. They don't choose you, they don't deserve you.

But. Aziraphale and Crowley have been friends, enemies and co-conspirators for six millennia. How does one even begin to define the complexities of their relationship?

Have they not, consistently, worked to keep each other safe, to find short moments together that they can share in secret?

Their relationship is a relationship that thrives despite being forbidden. Despite the fear that's ever present in their lives.

Some word choice trivia.

"Job opportunity" is a very purposeful choice, because it's a slightly revolting business jargon term. It's jarring, seeing it in the context of Good Omens and our two supernatural beings. It implies, heavily, that it's a bullshit opportunity, meaning it's not what it seems to be. It implies that the lady thinks Aziraphale made the stupidest choice on the planet for something that isn't worth it.

Crowley kinda agrees, but not whole-heartedly, because I believe he knows Aziraphale had very little choice in the end.

And, let's face it. Being an angel of Heaven is basically a shitty corporate job that sucks the life and soul out of you.

"He kind of does, you know." This is where the conversation really happens on a few different levels. Since Crowley understands why Aziraphale did what he did (at least in my head), he still has hope that they can be together, in the end. That they are, in fact, fighting the same fight, on the same side.

Finally.

I'll leave it to all of you to decide whether the lady truly knows what's up when we say "She stepped closer, understanding in her eyes."

Does she understand, think she understands, or do we misinterpret her expression? Again, how is she there? How can she just pick up the conversation, and so many details without being told?

One day I hope we'll find out.

Thanks for the ask, anon! This was fun. 😊

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Glorious masquerade interlude:ms raven having to deal with a conspiracy theory that came out of nowhere the whole time while rollo later goes mad

[Related Posts: Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6]

Sooo the progression for the conspiracy theory (running concurrently with the events of Glorious Masquerade) sounds like this?:

Raven gets sent to the symposium along with the other 14 (I’m including Grim, Yuu, and Trein in this count), perhaps as a representative of the headmaster? Noble Bell College should also prepare a unique masquerade outfit for Raven--

She meets and greets Rollo. “You are... Crowley-dono’s niece, correct? It is an honor to host such an esteemed guest.” Raven feels like she should be flattered, but Rollo’s gaze lingers for a little too long for her liking.

She has a fun time exploring the city and learning about its history and culture! I think she’d focus a lot on local folklore and stories, as well as the cuisine and the rare flowers (she can pluck a few to experiment with while brewing new enchanted ink colors).

The entire time, she feels like someone’s watching her (wait, is that Sebek and NBC’s student council president staring at her from behind a convenient brick wall?!). (Like, maybe the topic of Raven came up when Rollo met up with Malleus’s group for a brief tour; then both Rollo and Sebek got sidetracked trying to see if Malleus and Raven are secret distant relatives 😅)

While the NRC boys get involved in a festive dance, I think Raven would feel more comfortable observing. She doesn’t like to get too involved in these kinds of showy events; that’s when Rollo can pull her aside for a little chat (probably misreading her introversion as disapproval of using magic in this way). You know, ask about her lineage, as well as get her opinion on the use of magic for such frivolities as a celebration.

Raven could explain a little about herself, like how she used to be a regular bird without the confidence to channel any magic of her own--and now that she has a ‘proper’ body, she can experience a lot of things she wasn’t able to before, including making new friends (with the NRC kids). In a way, those new experiences are like “magic” to her, so she’s content as she is.

I’d imagine that this is kind of a shock to Rollo (but in a slightly different way than how he found Yuu’s answer shocking)? Maybe he gets it in his head that she would be better off without magic too, returned to her natural environment instead of stuck in the “bird cage” that is NRC. Maybe he thinks of her as a kindred spirit, someone who might be able to understand his perspective (especially upon hearing her start off with “meeting people is magic in of itself”; implying she could be happy without having magic itself). But why is she like this? Why would she willingly go inside the “cage” of NRC, allow magic into her life? Why would she find happiness in it, find happiness among magicians? Rollo cannot understand it, and that frustration only adds to his sinister ambitions. (At this point, he could assume Raven and Malleus are related, because perhaps a family member would want to defend another family member? In that case, he’ll have to be rid of Raven as well.)

And then when Rollo finally reveals his plot to everyone and Idia + Ruggie suggest “every man for himself” 🤔 I can see Raven joining Trein in shaming them (since the RSA boys sacrificed themselves).

When they decide to stay and fight back, I can see Raven wanting to help but some people not taking her seriously. Sebek would probably act all high and mighty, demanding to know what skills and abilities she has to offer that qualify her as a tactician or a warrior.

An argument ensues, but Malleus cuts in to basically tell everyone (but mostly Sebek) that they need to take everything they can get, else he will never be able to exact his revenge on Rollo for deceiving them. Because it’s his lord commanding him, Sebek has no choice but to relent. I’d like to think that Raven is able to say something to inspire confidence as well.

We don’t know where the story goes beyond part 3 right now, so I won’t go into detail about what Raven exactly plans... but Sebek could have an epiphany while they’re having the discussion (Raven at the helm and/or being a major contributor to it), realizing that she has some leadership qualities similar to Malleus. He wonders if he’s just imagining it or if it’s a sign that Malleus and Raven share blood--

“There’s no time to waste. We must stop Rollo-san before the crimson flowers engulf all of Twisted Wonderland.” Raven looks to him, her expression dark. “We need you, Sebek. Do not let us down.”

His next words come out reflexively. “Yes, milady!” He wonders if it is the ties of blood or the ties of their bond that inspires the people to act—or perhaps it doesn’t matter, for their souls shine all the same.

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Malleus Draconia #Raven Crowley #Rollo Flamme #spoilers #notes from the writing raven #Sebek Zigvolt #Rollo Flamm

[ryker-writes]

I wanna see what Jaxon would say to Riddle’s mom, does he insult her on sight or quietly pulls Riddle away from her?

Fuyuki would pretend for Riddle’s sake but if she ends up trying to alienate Riddle AGAIN

okay I have THOUGHTS for this

So I imagine the first time they meet is during some school event where the parents are allowed to visit the school. Jaxon, while he understands Riddle's wishes to keep him away from his mother, he doesn't want to be something hidden (and he also doesn't want to be away and avoiding Riddle the whole day). So against Riddle's wishes, he stops by Heartslabyul while his mother is there.

Jaxon has heard how his mother is, so he tries to be really polite and a respectable guy.

"You must be Mrs. Rosehearts. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Jaxon Crowley."

From the second she saw him, she was judging him. Jaxon didn't have the most...neat of appearances. His hair was messy and he was just wearing his normal plain clothes.

"Mother, Jaxon is...a good friend of mine. He's the son of the headmage, and quite good with his magic."

A good friend...what a liar. Last time Jaxon checked, friends don't sleep in the same bed every night, kiss each other, and say I love you during it all.

"The headmage's son...I see. It's a pleasure to meet you too Jaxon."

Like mother, like son, both lying. She didn't like Jaxon very much, he could tell by the way she looked at him. But he sure wasn't going to say anything because if he did, Riddle would be in trouble.

He did leave them alone for the most part. As soon as he left the room they were in, he could hear Riddle's mom talking to Riddle about him. No good things he's sure.

But Jaxon knows how stressed Riddle is with just having her here. So, he may use his title as son of the headmage to his advantage.

"Excuse me Mrs. Rosehearts, but I need to borrow Riddle for a minute. There was an incident involving some Heartslabyul students that he needs to help with as housewarden."

And with that, he was able to pull Riddle away and into a random Heartslabyul room.

"You doing okay?"

"Better now."

Riddle sighed, and leaned in and hugged Jaxon. The taller boy wrapped his arms around Riddle tightly, and gently rested his head atop the others.

Jaxon gently placed a kiss atop Riddle's head.

"It's gonna be okay. There's only a couple hours left, and then she'll be gone."

"A couple hours...that's a pretty long time."

"I believe in you. Once it's over, it'll be just us again. You can get through this."

Jaxon pulled back from the hug, and cupped Riddle's cheek in his hand.

"Hey...if you want, I can use my power as headmage's son to tell her to get lost."

"No, no. That would only make her upset at the school and Crowley. It's better to just deal with it for a little while longer."

"If you say so."

With that, he leaned in and kissed Riddle gently.

"You can do this, okay? I love you."

"I love you too."

For the first time in a while, Riddle felt more confident that he could handle being around his mother.

#jaxon crowley #twst oc #jaxon and riddle #jaxrid

[thecartoongirl]

I don't usually write meta posts, but I watched Good Omens 2 and I don't know how to feel about it. I think now I understand what Neil Gaiman meant when he said the series was meant to be watched slowly, not binge-watched, so people would have the time to think about the story and what's going on. But I'll be travelling next week and was afraid of spoilers, so I watched the first 4 episodes last night and the last 2 this morning. And yes, I feel that was too fast.

I'm going to put the rest behind a cut so people can skip it, because it's going to be full of spoilers.

I want to focus on love. I think season 2 wasn't much about plot, but was rather a dissertation on love in its different forms.

Maggie is the classic shy woman pining for her love interest, finally finding the courage to make the first move, only to find out the other person is already in a relationship.

Nina is apparently in a toxic relationship with a very controlling partner, but either doesn't realise it, or is afraid of ending things.

Aziraphale's idea of human love is based on classic romance novels, and he thinks that a "romantic" setting is all you need to make two people fall in love with each other.

Crowley's take on love is more modern, but just as stereotyped as Aziraphale's if he thinks a sudden downpour forcing two people to take shelter under an awning is the thing they need to finally realise they're in love. If Aziraphale's idea of love comes from Jane Austen's novels, Crowley's comes straight out of a rom com.

As for Gabriel and Beelzebub's relationship, it left me a little perplexed: it felt rushed and out of nowhere, we only see 3 little scenes in which they meet and go from being heads of opposite sides to two people who have an "agreement" to… something more. It's like a high-speed version of Aziraphale and Crowley's story compressed into 3 years instead of 6 millennia. But maybe that was the point: if Gabriel and Beelzebub realised they loved each other after only 3 years, then Aziraphale and Crowley could do that too.

But their stereotyped ideas of love come back to complicate things: Aziraphale still believes in the Greater Good and thinks he can change things from the inside. And now he can do it with Crowley by his side. It's like the grand finale of a romance novel, where good and love win. But Crowley knows better, knows Aziraphale will never be able to really change Heaven. So he presents his counter-proposal: to forget all about Heaven and Hell and finally be an "us". If Gabriel and Beelzebub could do that, so could they. And when Aziraphale doesn't accept, Crowley does something we've all seen in countless romantic films: he rushes to Aziraphale and kisses him. KISSES HIM. I literally gasped, I was NOT expecting that. A hug, yes, a desperate hug with Crowley clinging to Aziraphale and begging him to run away together, but an actual kiss? Never in a million years was I expecting to actually see that.

And now… We wait. We all know there might be a third season with a potential happy ending in the South Downs, but it's still very much up in the air, so we can only hope.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #meta #good omens meta

[daughter-of-melpomene]

7 of the OT+ prompts for Luci + Crowley + Aziraphale?

Pairing: The Ineffable Three (Luci Evans + Aziraphale + Crowley).

Prompt: #7 - having a huge shared bed and always ending up sleeping totally tangled up in each other from OT+ Prompts.

Warnings: FLOOF. SO MUCH FLOOF.

(A/N: Thanks so much for this, Evie, and I hope you enjoy!!)

THE FIRST TIME LUCI, HER angel, and her demon had all slept in the same bed, there had been a rather passionate debate on whose bed the sleeping should actually be done in. Crowley, of course, had insisted that the three of them share his bed, since Aziraphale didn't even have one and his was bigger than the one back at Luci's flat. Aziraphale had promptly countered by revealing that, in fact, he did have a bed in his flat above the bookshop, albeit one that he rarely used beyond sitting on it to read occasionally.

"Well, I had to have one," the angel had blustered in response to his lovers' incredulous stares. "I am perfectly aware that I don't indulge in sleeping, but it was necessary to keep up appearances, you understand."

"Well, that should settle it, then," Luci stated, shrugging. “My bed’s not big enough and I really don’t feel like heading all the way to Crowley’s flat, so let’s just sleep here.”

Aziraphale’s face flushed even further, which Luci honestly hadn’t thought was possible. “Well,” he mumbled. “Normally I would agree with you, darling, of course, but, well… my bed isn’t exactly big enough for the three of us either.”

There was a brief beat of half-stunned silence, in which Crowley and Luci each looked at the angel with equally bemused expressions. Finally, Crowley let out a single huff of laughter and said, “Oh, for Hell’s sake.”

“Oh, you can’t exactly blame me, can you?” Aziraphale practically snapped at his demon partner, sharply adjusting the lapels on his coat. “It isn’t as if I ever expected to have anyone to share that bed with, let alone two partners, especially considering the fact that I don’t even sleep.”

“Not what I meant!” Crowley protested. “What I meant, was that you’re a bloody angel. Can’t you just…” He gestured vaguely, long fingers fluttering in the air. “Miracle up a bigger bed?”

“Oh,” Aziraphale murmured, now looking almost comically sheepish. “Oh, yes, I suppose you’re right, dear boy. How silly of me.”

The angel lifted one hand and snapped his fingers, and Luci felt that warm little tingle, that little shift in the natural way of the universe, that she always felt when she was around one of her lovers while they performed a miracle. Once the tingle had faded, a sign that the miracle had been carried out, she stepped forward to give her angel a cheerful kiss on the cheek.

“Don’t worry about it, Zira, can’t blame you for not thinking about it if you don’t use that bed at all.” Smiling softly at her divine boyfriends, the bookish woman held out her hands to take theirs. “Shall we?”

Taking her hands, the angel and the demon allowed Luci to lead them up the back stairs leading to Aziraphale’s flat (despite the fact that this was Aziraphale’s residence; but then, they both would quite readily follow Luci wherever she might think to lead them). With another snap of divine fingers, this time Crowley’s, a pair of Luci’s pyjamas had appeared on Aziraphale’s newly-expanded bed for her to change into, the other two had miracled themselves into their own sleepwear, and the three lovers had crawled under the covers for the best sleep Luci had had in a long time, simply because it was with the two beings she cared for more than anything else.

It had been a while since that first night, and it certainly was not the last time the three of them had fallen asleep together in Aziraphale’s bed. There had been nights in Crowley’s bed, too, of course, because the demon would likely have gotten pouty if they hadn’t been able to sleep in his flat for too long, and they had tried Luci’s bed once or twice, but it simply wasn’t big enough and she refused to let either of her boyfriends miracle anything she owned if it wasn’t to transport it (“You know I appreciate that angel-demon magic of yours, but it does not get to touch my stuff”). So the angel’s bed tended to be the go-to for the three lovers, the one they spent the most nights in when they had the time to fall asleep together.

They’d rather settled into a routine of it, too. After a cozy night spent in the bookshop, they would all head upstairs together, usually warm inside from several glasses of wine and the sheer domesticity of all of this. Luci had started leaving clothes and sleepwear in the flat, to prevent further miracling, so she would head into the small ensuite bathroom to change, while her angel and demon snapped themselves into their own sleepwear. Then the three of them would crawl into Aziraphale’s big, soft bed and doze off in each other’s arms, all three of them sleeping deeper and more peacefully than they ever did without the other two.

(That was, on the nights when Aziraphale did sleep. Though the angel still didn't really see the point of the action, he recognized that being able to rest all together made his lovers happy, and this had begun getting himself to fall into the realm of sleep on the nights they all spent in that big bed.)

Tonight was one of those nights. Luci had no work the next day, what with the building where she worked being closed for renovations, and so the three of them had decided to spend the next few days together, simply spending time with one another during the day and falling asleep in each other's arms at night. On this, the first night of the week they would have to themselves, Luci finally set down her book a few minutes to midnight, declaring that she was ready to head to bed.

"Right then, darling," Aziraphale promptly agreed, setting aside his own volume and standing up. "Crowley? Are you coming, dear boy?"

"'Course," Crowley replied, straightening from his own seat on the floor and taking the angel's hand in his own. As the three of them made their way up the back stairs, Luci leading much as she had that first night, the demon reached forward to lace his fingers with the human woman's as well, wanting to be in contact with both the people he loved as they made their way upstairs to Aziraphale's flat.

Once in the small bedroom, the lovers quickly released each other and set to their own seperate routines. Luci snatched a pair of comfy white pyjamas from one of the dresser drawers and made her way to the ensuite, while the angel and demon promptly changed into their own sleepwear with two distinct snaps of fingers.

Several moments later, the door to the bathroom swung open and Luci exited, teeth brushed and face washed. Smiling softly, and without a word, the three of them slipped under the soft cotton sheets of the bed, taking a minute to maneuver themselves into the proper positions.

Every night they spent together, the order in which they lay changed, always trading off who got to be sandwiched in between the other two. It was Aziraphale tonight, so Luci rolled onto her side immediately after settling under the covers and snuggled up to the angel, reaching to grasp Crowley's long-fingered hand as they both draped their arms across the stomach of Aziraphale, who preferred to sleep on his back.

"Goodnight, my dears," Aziraphale murmured, his eyes already slipping shut.

"G'night, angel," Crowley replied sleepily, giving Luci's hand a faint squeeze and nuzzling closer to Aziraphale's side. "Dove."

"Goodnight, boys," Luci whispered, already feeling sleep tugging at her mind. She closed her heavy eyelids, enjoying the peaceful darkness as her angel's warmth enveloped all three of the bed's occupants, his divine aura spreading out while he slept.

Luci knew that they wouldn't be laying this neatly come morning. She knew that the next time her eyes opened, Aziraphale's head would be firmly on her chest, the angel lying at an angle that would push Crowley's long legs off the side of the bed in the process. She knew that she'd have a nose full of fluffy white hair, and possibly either black or white feathers, or both, depending on which one of her boyfriends had let their wings out in their sleep. She knew that, just like every other step of their relationship, the process of waking up together would be messy and have no chance in Heaven or Hell of being normal.

But for now, Luci's world was warm and cuddly and safe, and that was enough to lull her to sleep with a smile on her face.

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[mirrormazeworld]

will you be sad if your theories will turn out to be wrong or at least very different in the end? after all most theories dont come true because Yana Toboso has her own vision and all that. after all TWST has to work with a lot of constraints in terms of story. will you also consider writing a fanfic with your own version of some events if your theories will turn out wrong? it would be a shame to have all that incredible work go to waste

Hello anon! I will assume that you've read some of my theories so thank you for reading!

Will I be sad if my theories will turn out to be wrong? Good question.

In the very beginning, it was not my intention to become a twst theorist. I simply just dump everything inside of my head here as a concept for a world building of my yumeship. It is obvious I ship my Yuu with Crowley from my header which is already out of the question since most people will ship Yuu with the students. This alone is already different from the main story in my eyes.

All of those theories you've seen so far, it was actually just from Yana's statement in an interview that "Twisted Wonderland is inspired from Through the Looking Glass, and Lewis Carroll's way of writing has taught me(Yana) a lesson". In many modern version of Alice in Wonderland, Alice is often be shipped with Mad Hatter in a way. This is the base story of my yumeship, Ayumu(Yuu) as Alice x Crowley as Mad Hatter in a Wonderland (Twisted Wonderland). However, this rise a problem since we have little to no information of Crowley. And this is the main reason why I did a lot of research in Lewis Carroll's work because I want to base my yumeship lore on it, without knowing that it might really reveal some of the bigger mystery of Twisted Wonderland if it really proves to be true, because me and Yana based our story from the same source.

And as you said anon, it is inevitable to have my theories proved to be different from the game itself but it isn't all that surprising because although we did our story based on the same source, our main focus are different. Yana is more focused on the Disney villains with many Disney facts and Carroll's Wonderland as its framework. Mine is only focused on Crowley with Carroll's Wonderland as the story's framework but is backed up with scientific and mathematical facts more than Disney facts (although I might put some inside of it as well if I see it fits). And this is why in my hc Crowley can be "someone who doesn't have age and origin" rather than "his age and hometown is unknown" because this too actually can be explained scientificaly by theoretical physics and quantum physics, which also makes shipping Ayumu (Yuu) who is already an adult (19) in this case with Crowley becomes even more legal because Crowley here doesn't have age so I wish people would stop assuming me that I am somewhat a proship because I'm not.

Wonderland itself is a world with different logic than Alice's own world, and Twisted Wonderland is a world with twisted history that's been manipulated while being told for generations (Lilia's dialogue in chapter 6) so the main purpose of why those theories are there isn't to prove something is right or wrong, but rather so that people can understand what is the context behind the story before jumping to conclusion.

Yana said in the newest interview for twst in the app store that "you must be able to accept people think things differently from you, that is message we developed in this game"

Alice in Wonderland is a story about a girl falls into a pre-Einstein math version of wormhole so I don't see why I can't do the same thing with my own story, right? 👀

....though as for now I feel a bit reluctant to share about my yumeship lore because I'm actually not good in writing something and I'm still self conscious that people will see me as crazy ahaha

#twisted wonderland #twst thoughts #twst theory #twst theories #bread and butter #letter from ayu

[unproblematicme]

What humans do

Earth turns in space. So pretty. Blue and green and brown. Looking closer, there is yellow and red and purple and pink and… Oh, the humans. So lovable, so dangerous, always in motion, even when they rest. 

“Muriel?”

“Huh?” Wide-eyed, Muriel turns her head to the owner of the voice. “Oh! Amariel! Hello!”

Awkwardly, she lifts her hand in greeting. Amariel furrows his brows and tilts his head.

“Is everything alright with your corporation?”

“Why wouldn’t it?”

“I called you five times,” Amariel says. “Maybe the…um… ears is it, right? are broken?”

“Oh no, they’re fine.” Muriel smiles and dismisses the concern with a wave.

“Then why didn’t you hear me?”

Muriel grins and stands up straight. Proudly, she says, “I was,” dramatic pause, “deep in thought.”

The raised brow in Amariel’s face tells her that he isn’t really impressed. So Muriel shrinks a little and explains quietly, “It’s what humans do. Sometimes. They focus on their inner self, their thoughts and emotions fully. It can block out external sensations for a while.” “Sounds dangerous.” Amariel says. “Humans. Silly. Some habits you shouldn’t adopt.”

Muriel doesn’t answer. She likes inwardness a lot. Not that she doesn’t like outwardness. Especially on Earth. But she enjoys being by herself, inside her own mind, sorting and reflecting impressions and experiences. But Amariel does not appear to want to hear about it.

“What did you need?” Muriel asks to change the topic.

“I wanted to hear if you have news,” Amariel says. “I heard you already reported to the Archangels.”

“I did.” Muriel nods. “No news on Gabriel.”

“Ah.” Amariel doesn’t seem to be too interested in this and instead wants to know, “And the rogue angel?”

“Aziraphale?” “Yes, how was he?”

“Um, he… he was friendly?”

“Hmhm, maybe a trick he learnt from his demon friend?” Amariel speculates. “To lull you in and then kill you?”

“Probably not.” “What makes you so sure?”

“Ah, well, mainly that he didn’t kill me.” “Oh, that. Yes.” Amariel sounds almost disappointed. After a while, he ponders, “I wonder what those two are planning. I mean. There must be something big to gain for an angel and demon to join forces.”

“I think they don’t plan anything.” Muriel feels a strange surge of protectiveness for Aziraphale and even for Crowley. “They just want to live on Earth.”

“But why?”

“They seem to like it better than here and well,” Muriel points downwards, “there.”

Amariel laughs. It sounds almost cruel to Muriel. But that can’t be. Angels aren’t cruel.

“I believe easily that the demon doesn’t like Hell,” he says cooly. “But an angel preferring Earth? Choosing that… dirty rock over Heaven? There must be something seriously wrong with him. Or he and that demon are planning something. Why else would they still work together?”

“Um… I think they’re not working together. Not anymore.”

Frowning, Amariel studies Muriel. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I think they… enjoy each other’s company?”

"Why?"

"Love."

"Love? Aziraphale would waste God's love on a demon?"

"No not... like God. Like... like humans."

Still, Amariel’s expression does not suggest understanding. Muriel swallows. Finally, she leans closer to Amariel and casts him a conspiratorial look.

“I think,” she whispers, “they might be in love.”

A look of utter disgust spreads on Amariel’s face. 

“In love?” he spats. “Aziraphale loves a demon like a... a mate? That's so... human. And... gross. That’s unforgivable.”

Muriel fights down the unangelic feeling of anger that rises in her chest.

“SHE doesn’t seem to think so,” she tells Amariel. “Otherwise, SHE wouldn’t have prevented the execution, would SHE?”

Muriel herself is not convinced of her own words. Most angels believe that only God HERSELF would be able to protect an angel from Hellfire. And while Muriel is not so sure, Amariel apparently belongs to most angels here. Because he knits his brows together, visibly struggling to find an explanation.

“Ah, well,” he says after a while. “Maybe SHE stopped the execution because SHE is planning on a much more severe punishment for the traitor. Because apparently treason is not his only crime.”

With that, he excuses himself. Sighing, Muriel watches him disappear around a corner. Left to her own devices, Muriel turns her gaze to Earth again and lets the view renew the smile on her face. Amariel’s words don’t make her worried for Aziraphale or Crowley’s safety.

Because no matter how hard she tries, she cannot bring herself to think of love as something punishable.

#my writing #good omens #muriel