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thisisnotachair · 4 months

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Good Omens Observation on The Power of Denial in Threes

I’ve noticed something while watching (and rewatching) Good Omens and I’ve not yet come across another mention of it online, though I’ve searched r/goodomens, and the gdoc linked from Neil Gaiman’s pinned post, perhaps I am not tumblr savvy enough to have found it. Anyway, I was raised Catholic in a fundamentalist-leaning community, and while I’ll probably be unpacking that for a long time yet, it has, oddly, been an advantage here through some familiarity with lore.

My observation has to do with the power of 3, more specifically, the power of a denial made 3 times.

In the bible, Jesus knows he’s going to be targeted, and tells Peter, “Dude, you’re going to deny me 3 times before the rooster crows.” And Peter’s all, “No way, man, you’re my bro, even when everyone else ditches you, I’m SO here!” Later, when Jesus is arrested, folks around town ask Peter, “Hey, weren’t you friends with that guy?” and 3 times he lies and says that he doesn’t know Jesus. After the third denial, a rooster crows and Peter breaks down because Jesus was right all along and he realizes what he’s done.

Good Omens:

S1E6. Adam denies Satan, saying he’s not his real dad because he didn’t raise him and he wasn’t around. Twice, of his own volition, he says, “You’re not my dad,” then Crowley prompts him to say it again, because HE knows that there’s power in the third denial. Adam says it again, and Satan crumbles.

Huh. Neat.

It gets better (worse).

S1E3. Crowley calls Aziraphale to meet him at the bandstand to discuss the situation. They can’t agree on what to do (rather, who should kill Adam), Crowley’s ready to give up and leave. Aziraphale tells him he can’t leave, as there isn’t anywhere that they could go (Armageddon would impact the whole planet), to which Crowley says, “It’s a big universe. Even if it all ends up in a puddle of burning goo, we can go off together.” Aziraphale is taken aback, surprised that Crowley suggests they go together. Crowley points out they’ve been friends for 6,000 years and *foomp* Aziraphale denies him, “Friends? We’re not friends. We are an angel and a demon. We have nothing whatsoever in common.” He says that he doesn’t like Crowley (liar) and that they’re on opposite sides, after which Crowley responds, “We’re on our side,” and Aziraphale says, “There is no ‘our side’.” Aziraphale has chosen a side, and Crowley saunters off, hurt. Denial No.1

S1E4. Crowley comes tearing up to the bookshop in his Bentley, and hops out to apologize to Aziraphale, though it’s a half assed, “Whatever I said, I didn’t mean it. Get in the car.” He’s in a panic because Hell found out it’s his fault that Adam wasn’t where he was expected to be, so his energy is a bit much. He says to Aziraphale, “But we can run away together. Alpha Centauri, lots of spare planets up there, nobody would even notice us.” *foomp* Aziraphale denies him again, “You’re being ridiculous.” He’s certain that he can sort it all out if he just has a chat with God, Crowley knows it’s futile and flaunts off petulantly. Denial No.2

I know you know where this is going.

S2E6. *sobs* Crowley’s second, “Tell me you said no,” absolutely destroys me. His struggle to get his words out when he wasn’t expecting things to be so… acute, then, “...if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us… just be an ‘Us’.” *foomp* Aziraphale denies him a third time.

Rationale For This As An Actual Thing:

Crowley stays engaged for a few more moments, mentioning the bookshop, and turning back when Aziraphale calls after him but his face is impassive once he sees that Aziraphale is still fixated on them both going to heaven. We know the denial has sunk in when Aziraphale’s, “I need you,” isn’t as effective as it should be. When that doesn’t land (at all), Aziraphale reaches again, reminding Crowley what he’s been promised, but that doesn’t work, either. Crowley’s mention of the nightingale is somewhat cruel, IMO, he’s taking his broken heart out on Aziraphale, yet it’s also his way of saying to him that it’s too late, it’s done, “We could have been …us,” the opportunity is in past tense. Crowley’s fierce [plausibly most re-watched kiss in history?] conveys his intention, his sincerity, and his hurt. He’s not trying to change Aziraphale’s mind, it’s too late for that. Rather he’s communicating in a way that Aziraphale will understand, explicitly: Crowley’s proposed “us” isn’t just about running off to another solar system on a friendly whim, it’s a real, explicit life together as more than friends that he's asked Aziraphale to share. And was denied a third time.

What about the rooster crowing, though? Huh?

Well, the last bits of scenes wrap things up insomuch as a heart wrenching season finale can at all, and they’re still watching each other. When the Metatron comes back and Aziraphale hesitates, he’s glancing out the window to look at Crowley standing gloomily by the car, and Crowley stands outside watching until the elevator door closes, maybe there is something that could mitigate that third denial[?]. At that, he gets into the Bently where the Nightingale [in Berkeley Square] song plays as he drives away, the nightingale has been a symbol of their love, now it is the figurative rooster crowing.

Notes:

I’m being careful about what fan content I consume because I don’t want to go into S3 with expectations, I’d prefer to savour it like my first ox rib. I enjoy reading things folks have noticed, but I don’t want to go down S3 theory rabbit holes much.

My observation is based on the show, I’ve consumed the first half of the book in a day, maybe I can finish it tomorrow. I just wanted to get this put into words now.

Aziraphale’s rejection of Crowley is more implicit than Adam’s rejection of Satan, so I could be reaching, yet I feel like Adam’s 3 explicit rejections matter, and this context is a slow reference back to it (and word on the web is that Neil Gaiman doesn’t do things accidentally).

Could it also be a Betrayed With A Kiss thing? Maybe, I don’t think Crowley is betraying Aziraphale here, though maybe symbolically it’s a way to make Aziraphale recognize that HE emotionally betrayed Crowley. I genuinely believe Aziraphale didn’t mean to, but it happened powerfully, meaningfully, and in such a way that it’s going to take a miracle [waggles eyebrows] to mend.

I’m sure Aziraphale is aware of the power of the 3 denials, but, plausibly, each time Crowley asked, there were other ‘tabs open’ that prevented Aziraphale from explicitly picking up on it.

I haven’t looked closely at how many times Aziraphale explicitly, deliberately defies heaven (in a significant way, not just small whims), perhaps there's something there that could be meaningful. [Starts from the beginning AGAIN.]

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens lore #good omens analysis #good omens thoughts #good omens theory #crowley #gomens #ineffable spouses #archangel aziraphale #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow

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itsabouttimex2 · 10 days

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Ok, ok, HEAR ME OUT-

How about lmk Monkeifam and Bullfam with a Y/N who isn't afraid to throw hands —

Like i mean in a response to trauma or manipulation, becouse i fell it isn't explore enough in this situation -

Sure, your loved that you belived was a friend trapped /kidnapped/gaslight you is heartbreaking and of course you are gonna be sad and more incline to behave butttt-

There is always the other way of absolute rage that comes in once you realized you have been trapped/kidnapped /gaslight ecc- like i don't care anymore, i wanna throw hands, those people are death to me.(even thought this isn't the smarter choice considering the strenght of some of the people here) like them breaking Y/N down so they can comfort them to manipulate them, but then unsurprisingly the get the biggest smack/punch of their life . Just- wow the audacity.

Throwing Hands

Bullfam & Monkiefam

“…is this some sort of pathetic attempt at ‘rebellion’, Y/N? I am not impressed.”

Your hands straight bounce. Like punching a bag of wet cement, the Demon Bull King’s skin just shifts around under your fists, never breaking or bruising. You only shatter yourself against it, leaving you worn and looking foolish.

He might not even punish you, given that it’s likely that you break a wrist on impact.

“Now, look what you’ve done to yourself, foolish child. Did you truly think your mortal flesh could stand a demon king’s might? Well, now you know better.”

You lost your temper and struck him. Immediately, you learn better than to do that ever again, and he considers it lesson enough.

Surprisingly merciful, all things considered. (Partially because he finds it somewhat funny.)

I once said in my yandere alphabet that: “Red Son doesn’t want to waste his time doing something like caning or whipping you”. And though I think that viewpoint is usually true…

This changes that. It’s maybe the only situation where he would actively engage in any form of normalized torture “corporal punishment”.

Being physically attacked switches Red from ‘mildly reasonable, if a bit hair-trigger’ to ‘vicious and cruel’. Through brute force alone does he wrestle you into submission, binding your arms behind your back with a pair of metal cuffs.

He tosses you onto the nearest bed and couch before burning the lower half of your clothing off. He then takes up a thin metal rod to utilize in “disciplining” you, sharply lashing it down against your now unprotected skin. He’ll leave puffy, bleeding welts from the top of your rear to the bottom of your thighs, ensuring that you won’t even be able to think about walking for at least a week.

Problem is that not only does it not solve the problem of you being scared and angry, it also just… makes him feel bad afterwards. It breaks him, seeing you weep brokenly over his bed. Blood sluggishly trickles from the skin he’s lashed open, and you scream your lungs out into the sheets as you try to adjust to the pain.

And then he “has to” (wants to, in truth) settle in for some awkward form of aftercare, offering lotion and bandages. When you don’t accept, he forces you to drink a cup of honeyed tea loaded with sedatives because you won’t stop shrieking.

Antiseptic while you’re asleep, a few stitches here and there, then the lotion and bandages he tried earlier. And then a few cautious back rubs, trying to calm your fitful slumber.

“Gods, Y/N… what have I done to you? I… I was just… I was… no, I… I’m sorry.”

An outright dodge. Princess Iron Fan has no time for your nonsense. For trying, she’ll lock you into whatever room has been set aside for you, barring the door with powerful magic.

One shallowly-filled bowl of food every two days, adding just a little bit more to it each day. One ceramic cup of room temperature water every four hours. A change of clothes every three days. Instead of brute force, Iron Fan teaches you through deprivation.

After a month of this, she might see fit you allow you back out of your room, letting you mingle with the family you have been forced to adopt.

After writing her a letter of apology, of course. Two pages. Pray you have the mind to keep your pencil steady.

So very many tears to deal with, probably on both ends. MK knows that he’s doing isn’t all that great, sure… but it’s because he loves you!

Can’t you love him back, please? Ok, he’s been manipulating you! Maybe he’s been driving some friends away! Maybe he’s sent a few clones to tail you around the city! But, please, please- you can’t stop loving him! He just can’t risk having you hurt!

“Please, Y/N! You don’t understand! I’m just trying to keep you safe! You can hit me again, hit me as many times as you want! Just- please, Y/N… I need you. Please…”

His last resort is stuffing you in Shuilian Cave, given that you can’t escape with his or Sun Wukong’s help. Maybe a few ropes to keep you in place. He’ll cry with each knot tied, begging you not to hate him.

Sun Wukong tanks your punch and gives your head a little pat, frowning at the display. “Sorry, bud. Trust me, I know I’m not exactly the good guy here. Go ahead and let it out. I… kinda deserve it, huh?”

The Great Sage knows you have every reason to be upset. Really, you do. All there’s only so much waylaying of emotions to be done, unfortunately. You were going to crack eventually.

He stands firmly in place, one hand rubbing your back while you break your fists against his body, watching you scream and cry. The man is just… unsurprised? He’s starting to realize that he messes up a lot of things.. So just letting you whale on him seems fair, gently trying to shush your angry tears while your skin grinds to bloody pulp against his shredded abdomen.

“How about I make us some tea,” he offers afterwards, surveying your destroyed hands. “And I’ll patch you up. Then… I think you’ve earned yourself an early bedtime for the rest of the week, bud.”

“Oh, kiddo. Do you know what “screwing up” is? After this, they’re gonna put your picture in the dictionary as an example.”

Macaque does not tolerate having hands laid on him. Not by friends, not by enemies. And certainly not by his little student, who is supposed to be wide-eyed and placid, in awe of his every move and strike.

You are supposed to be sweet and respectful. You are supposed to be kind and loving.

And he’s sure that with a little bit of “training”, he’ll get you back to that disposition.

He’ll snap his fingers with an angry snarl, shadows springing all around you like cold wires. You are gagged with a cold ebon muzzle, both your hands locked inside a cuff of swirling black and purple. You want to act like an animal? Macaque will chain you to the wall by your new muzzle and treat you like an animal.

Maybe a few days spent so on a chain so short you can’t lay down will teach you better than to raise a hand against “the only person who even loves you, Y/N!” ever again.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Demon Bull King #Yandere Red Son #Yandere Princess Iron Fan #Yandere MK #Yandere Sun Wukong #Yandere Macaque #TW: Abuse #TW: Physical Abuse #Macaque’s final section is a reference to how ‘pet’ and ‘circus’ monkeys are taught to stand up

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prideofcelestia · 1 year

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❝when he yelled at you but then you started crying❞

« characters - satan, barbatos »

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levi, belphie, beel

luci asmo

simeon, mephisto

SATAN

Satan had days like that when despite his best efforts, he felt troubled. If he had been a little more lenient with himself, he might have believed that everyone had off days, days when their mood was not their friend. But knowing the factors surrounding his birth and owing to his anxiety to maintain his dignity, he didn't let himself enjoy that privilege and kept his emotions in check - well whatever little emotion he let himself feel.

After shutting himself in his room, he took a deep breath and cursed Lucifer for not allowing pets. A soft paw in his hands would have done wonders for him! Then he thought about his happiest memories - him surrounded by cats, finding an extremely rare book after searching for weeks, and suddenly he thought of the words of praise he had received from Lucifer one day in the past. He shook his head and tried to focus again only to find his mind wandering to you, the way you tried to stay by his side whenever he needed you. The sudden knock on his door broke his reverie. Despite feeling a little better, the disturbance caused his rage to sour his mood.

He was in his demon form again unconsciously as he approached the door. He flung it open so roughly that the hinges came undone in his hand and you dangled from the doorknob, legs suspended in midair. The surprise made you let go so that you stumbled back unsteadily, trembling with fear. The way his eyes danced with wrath didn't help. After letting a helpless yelp, you crawled back like a vulnerable kitten. His heart shattered so he took a step back in defence. Before he could apologise, you had vanished like a beautiful memory that appearrd only once in a lifetime.

He gave you exactly ten minutes to calm down because his need to make matters right outweighted his urge to let you collect yourself in solitary.

You opened the door only a little. Your eyes gave you away.

"Do-Don't worry," he choked. "I won't destroy your door. I am sorry you had to witness that. But... I didn't mean to scare you. Not you. That is the last thing I will want to do. I understand if it will take you some time to trust me again. Just don't let me scare you..."

The way he spoke broke your heart. This demon who believed that he couldn't feel a thing had a multitude of emotions in his voice when talking to you.

BARBATOS

If someone had asked you about the impossible, you would have quickly answered with Barbatos losing his temper at you. But even the plants that we water most lovingly sometimes wither, not because of lack of love but because of situations beyond our control. It was quite a shock when he looked at you furiously and yelled at you. A buzzing head prevented him from grasping just how cruel he sounded. How he had disgraced himself! The tears that threatened to fall from the corner of your eyes were the only indication that his behavior was harsh. He quickly pursed his lips and looked at you ashamedly. It was very seldom in his long life that he had moments to apologise for, and now that he felt that he had ruined the bond he had with you, he was beyond repentant and at his wit's end. He lost his composure and looked upset.

Before he could find his voice again, you had left him in a cold despair from which he couldn't recover. His legs felt chained to the spot but he knew very well that he was only excusing himself from taking responsibility. Slowly and uncertainly, he took a step towards the room whose door he had just heard shutting. After a few knocked, he places his gloved hand on the door and whispered.

"I must beg your pardon for my rudeness. It was not my intention to hurt you. Can you please forgive me? I ask this of you not as the royal butler but as a demon, as your friend, and as more than that."

And when you finally agreed to meet his eyes, he could hardly glance at you. His hands trembled in a way that made him feel more shameful than ever. The efficient butler looked uncertain, looked the part of the heartbroken lover and hell knew that described him well.

"Allow me to convey my genuine apology. I promise there won't be a repeat of this unfortunate incident." he somehow said, his mind drawing a blank for the first time in centuries.

#obey me #obey me x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral mc #obey me x mc #obey me!#shion script #obey me headcanons #obey me satan #obey me barbatos #x mc #x reader #x you #hurt comfort #obey me imagines

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koridoru · 6 months

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Can I request scenario? Plot is next: Muzan in love with his female S/O and at some point decides to confess to her that he is demon. But, instead of being shocked or scared, she is very happy about that, because she can share her food with him, and seeing his confused look, explain to him that she is cannibal.

(this is like the second cannibal ask I've gotten is op ok 😭)

(man i can see the dates on asks now and OOF this is from 2021 augh 😭)

You and Muzan were quite the couple, a power couple, should it be called.

You had been together for about eight months now, Muzan was considering tying the knot already.

But one thing stood in the way, he was a demon, you weren't.

God, he didn't want to even tell you, he couldn't imagine the look of betrayal on your face.

He was cruel and cold hearted, but for whatever reason, not with you.

It took a while, but he mustered up the courage to just tell you.

He opens the door to your room, where you sat on a coushin, brushing your hair.

You look back and smile at him.

"How are you doing, darling?"

Your voice is so sweet he can barely take it.

"My dear, I have to...talk to you about something. Something important."

The sincerity in his voice worries you.

You stand up, setting your comb down.

You walk over to him, taking his hands into yours.

"Is something wrong?"

"It..it should be nothing, dear. I don't want to trouble you."

He puts a finger under your chin, raising your head a bit to face him.

"Darling, I...well.."

You cock your head in confusion.

"Are you aware of...demons?"

Your eyes widen just a bit.

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"Well..." He sighs.

"I suppose I should have told you sooner, but, I am one."

You look shocked, initially, but that soon fades.

You smile at him, which confuses him.

"Well, that explains a lot, especially since I've never seen you eat, or go out in the day."

"You're... you're not upset?"

You shake your head.

"Of course not, now I know I can share my meals with you."

His brows furrow, his blood almost runs cold when you say that, if it wasn't cold already.

"Share your meals? What do you mean?" His voice is laced with confusion.

"I eat people too, silly."

His eyes widen, he hesitate to speak.

"You what? I...are you a demon as well?"

"No, I'm a human who also eats humans." Your tone is oddly cheery and unbothered.

It takes a moment, but he realizes.

He sighs a bit, feeling like a fool.

"I understand. What a lucky man I am to have found a lover who understands me like you do, while also sharing a diet. Well, I don't see any reason to hide anything else from you, dear."

He smiles handsomely, you giggle and hug him close, excited about your future meals together.

"Hmm...what would you say is the tastiest part of a person?"

"Well, that's hard...I suppose the more meaty parts, the thighs, stomach, and sometimes the biceps if they are stronger."

You nod in agreement.

#i was listening to disney songs while writing this lmfao #you know what reminds me of cannibalism? DISNEY!#demon slayer #kny #asks #muzan #kny muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #demon slayer x reader #muzan kibutsuji x reader #cannibal reader #reader insert #kny x reader

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valaryswrites · 7 months

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PART 1 & 2 TOGETHER

🪐 where aziraphale locks you and crowley in the bookshop forcing you to make peace within eachother, but instead you both come up with a better idea to pass time.

warnings: lots of dirty talking, smut and english is not my first language (sorry it took so long, my computer broke and the part 2 got lost)

After ordering “make peace within each other!” with a mischievous smile on his face, Aziraphale left the bookshop, but not before locking in his two dearest friends; Crowley and you.

Unfortunately, the demon wasn’t your favorite. Not even a little. You perceived him as a vile, naughty and cruel being, even though Az tried to convince you otherwise thousands of times. About Crowley… well, his feeling were a little bit messy.

So Aziraphale got tired.

The angel couldn’t stand seeing the people he loved the most hating each other like that. It was time for him to do something about it, so he did.

“I can’t fucking believe he locked us in!” you said loudly, kicking a wooden chair but then sitting on it.

Crowley watched you with unblinking eyes for a moment, and then his expression changed to a sly smile. “Look at us.” he said, in a lazy but seductive tone. “A human and a demon being forced to play nice together.”

“You know what, Mr. Crowley?” you asked, playing cool. “We should play a game: we stay silent for the night and wait until tomorrow.” you proposed, with a big and false smile.

Crowley raised an eyebrow at you comment and leaning in closer, he asked:

“Are you afraid you won’t be able to control yourself if you open your mouth?”

He had the same tone again.

“Oh, come on, Crowley!” you insisted, standing up and walking towards a bookshelf, trying to find something to read that could keep you away from the demon.

“Ah, so I hit a nerve.” he says and after a few seconds he broke a silence that was starting to grow. “May I ask what are you going to read?” Crowley inquired, watching as you continued looking for something interesting.

“Look, you don’t have to force it.” you said with honesty, not even looking at him, focused reading the titles of the books in front of you. “We could just co-exist for a few hours and I guess we will be alr… Aziraphale has the fucking Kamasutra in his bookshop!?” you almost screamed, too shocked.

Crowley’s eyes seems to light up and he couldn’t help but laugh. “A classic!” he says. “I mean, it’s not surprising that Aziraphale keeps a copy of the Kamasutra here. It’s one of the oldest tomes of knowledge in existence, full of wisdom and insight into the nature of human desire. It makes complete sense for a book this sacred to be housed in a bookshop run by someone like him.” for the first time, he was saying something clever, you thought.

“I guess you’re right.” you said, leaving the book right were you found it. “It just feels… weird to picture.”

“I’ve heard the techniques described within those pages are simply divine.” Crowley said and you could feel his gaze on your body. “Maybe,” he said with a mischievous tone in his voice, “we could put them to the test?”

“Demons can have sex with humans?” you asked, ignoring his proposal. You sat in one little couch and, of course, Crowley sat in front of you.

“It’s not unusual for demons to have some intimacy with humans.” he simply answers, adjusting his position. “To seek out whatever pleasures this world has to offer.”

“Oh…” you managed to say, a little bit disturbed (but curious). “That’s why you have such a face of a virgin.” you tried to insult him, but Crowley just let out a chuckle.

“You have no idea.” he said in a playful tone and then leaned closer, with his eyes fixed on yours. “But you could find out.” he says in a whisper, his lips curving into a grin. “Just imagine all the things I could show you…”

“Are you flirting with me, Crowley?” you asked him, grabbing and old bottle of whiskey from Az’s desk and taking a quick sip. Maybe it would help. “Flirting with the girl you despise the most?”

Crowley raised an eyebrow as you take a sip of whiskey, smiling slightly. “Perhaps I’m flirting with you to see what kind of reaction I can get out of you.” his tone was still alluring. “But I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy this little exchange we’re having.” he added.

“Oh…” you took another sip, this time gaining more courage to speak. “So you are teasing me for fun? Or because you actually want to make real all of these fantasies of yours?”

The demon shrugged, seeming to be enjoying your reaction. “Maybe a little bit of both?” he said, grinning. He leaned in closer again, whispering in a soft tone. “Just imagine how much fun we could have together… just the two of us. No rules, no constraints… just pure pleasure.”

“But why?” you asked.

“I mean, if you want constraints I guess I can use a rope on you…” he started to say, completely into it.

“Not the constraints, stupid. Why would you like us to fuck?” you asked more clearly this time, feeling the warmth of the whiskey travelling down your throat.

“Because we are bored, and we have a long night ahead.” he simply answered. “And also because I know you would enjoy it.” He chuckled.

“So you would do it just for me to enjoy it?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh no, I would totally enjoy it too.” he affirmed, showing a smile with teeth.

“Well…” you started to consider it, but the idea seemed too risky. You stood up and started to walk around the place, with Crowley’s piercing eyes following you. “As much as I would like to kick your face and send you back to hell… I can’t deny I find the idea pretty… desirable.” you finally said, and even though you weren’t looking at him, you just knew the kind of smile Crowley had in his face.

“Tell me your rules.” Crowley proposed, after whispering your name with a mischievous tone. “And I’ll be sure I break them all.”

You turned around to face him.

“I have rules, yes.” you confirmed. “But they are for you to follow, understood?”

“Mhm…” the demon vaguely answered, standing up, walking and then leaning against a wall in a casual manner, folding his arms. “I’m listening.”

“No marks.” you insisted. “You can’t leave marks on me because that implies Az could find out. And he locked us here for us to become friends, not fuck.”

“I’m pretty sure the angel would be delighted with the idea of us fucking, but… no marks.”

“Secondly, after we are done, we are done.” you ordered. “We go back to where we were.”

“Very well…” he said in a seductive tone, walking slowly towards you. “And what if I don’t want us to go back to how we were after we’re done?” he softly asked, leaning closer to you. Your bodies were almost touching. “What if I want more?” there was a predator tone in his voice. And you liked it.

“Tell me your rules.” you now said, ignoring all of what he mentioned before.

“Oh, where would the fun be in that?” he said. “How about a little game?” he suggested. “We’ll play a nice game of truths and dares.” he started to walk around the room, but now you were the one following him with your eyes.

You sighed, feeling a little bit nervous but undeniably curious.

“Go ahead.” you accepted. “Truth.”

“Perfect.” he smiled. “Let’s start with an easy one…” his playful voice slowly shifting into something a little more intense and serious. “Since you know us, how many times have you thought about me, even just for a moment?”

You rolled your eyes, but willing to answer with the truth.

“Some times. When I’m visiting Aziraphale and you make your appearance… always so dramatic… I want to strangle you.” you chuckled. “And other times… I also want to strangle you, but in a… playful way.”

Crowley let out a slight purr and seemed to appreciate the honesty.

“Good job, it’s admirable to be true to your feelings.” he says, with hints of irony in his voice.

“Truth or dare?” it was now your turn, and you had plenty of ideas running around your mind.

“I’m a demon, I love a good old dare.” Crowley answered with a smug smile. “I have no fear of anything you could come up with.”

“Kneel.” you ordered. “In front of me.”

The demon seemed to like being ordered around. “As you wish.” he said.

He slowly got down on his knees in front of you, taking off his glasses at the same time. Now his eyes were looking up at you, and you enjoyed the view so much.

“Is this your idea of fun?” he asked, flirty. “Or is it a way to assert your dominance over me?” he whispered, his voice still alluring.

“Maybe.” you answered. “Would you like me to dominate you, Crowley?”

He seemed to consider your words, his face turning into a slight smile.

“Perhaps I would like that.” he teased, quickly getting up from his knees, still staring at you with snake eyeshadow “But I’m not sure I believe you can really dominate me. Or should I say… I’m fairly certain you can’t.” he then leaned against the wall with a cocky smirk on his face. “But oh, love, I would like you to prove me wrong"

You sighed again, taking a step back from him. The idea was madness, but you couldn’t help but being totally into it.

“Okay, then.” you finally said, firmly. “Who’s going to make the first move?” It was clearly not going to be you; it was his idea first.

Crowley moved closer to you again.

“Let’s see…” he began. “Perhaps I would prefer to let you make the first move?” he confessed, leaning against the nearest wall and folding his arms in a casual manner. “But don’t worry; I’m sure I’ll be able to tempt you into breaking your own rules.” he added with a smirk. “And it’s indeed one of the pleasures of the flesh, to hear the sighs and screams of a woman being dominated.”

You raised an eyebrow and asked him;

“Oh, so now you want to dominate me?”

“I don’t know…” he said, with a small grin on his face. “What would you do if I wanted to? How would you react if I told you to bend over and please me?” There was a predatory look on his face. “In the end, it doesn’t really matter who makes the first move. Because we both now the end result will be me on top, and you screaming my name.”

You rolled your eyes.

“We’ll see.” you said, starting to walk slowly and seductively around the bookshop, knowing very well that Crowley would totally follow you.

The demon’s expression shifted into something more playful, and he followed you around the place with his hungry eyes watching every movement of yours. He waited patiently for something to happen, but actually he is not patient at all.

“So, what brings you to the bookshop today?” he asked, with a joker tone. “Looking for something in particular?”

And you laughed a little; you wanted to go on with that inside joke.

“Yes, sir.” you nodded. “I’m looking for some recommendation.”

“Do you have an specific preference?” he asked seductively, doing his best to sound like an actual librarian.

“I have some preferences, yes.” you affirmed, with a little smirk on your mouth, turning around to face him. “I like greedy demons.”

Crowley raised an eyebrow at your response while a smile was starting to make its presence in his face.

“Greedy demons, eh? Well, I happen to know a few who might fill that bill. They would be more than willing to satisfy your needs.” he answered.

“I don’t need a few, I just need one.” you said almost in a whisper.

He leaned forward, his voice lowering into a whisper too.

“One is all it takes, isn’t it? I can give you exactly what you need.” there was a teasing tone there. “What about appearance? Personality? Abilities, maybe?”

“Mhm…” you started. “I like them sarcastic and even hateful.” you leaned closer and your bodies where so close to each other that they were almost touching. “And I like them when they take the lead.”

Crowley closed the distance between you two in a second; he kissed you with hunger and desperation. The little teasing game was fun, yes. But this was better. His arms were wrapped around your waist and he let out a groan that made you shiver.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he whispered right in your mouth. “This is what you wanted the whole time.”

“Yes, I’ve been wanting to kiss your stupid mouth to make you shut up all this time.” you confessed, with your hands together in the back of his neck. “But you were busy hating me.”

Crowley chuckled lightly, with his snake eyes glowing with desire.

“You wanted to shut me up?” he asked, moving his hands to your hips and bringing you even closer to him. “You succeeded, so I wonder what else you might be capable of with this mouth of yours…”

Your eyes were also full of lust and desire, and you grabbed him by the arm and walked with him behind you.

“Your choice: the couch or the desk.”

“Oh, a woman who know what she wants.” he winked at you. “The couch or the desk? Why not both?” he asked, but he allowed you to lead him over to the desk, with his body moving even closer to yours. There is a chair by the desk, and Crowley sat there while you, instead of sitting in his lap, jumped a little to end up on top of the desk, as if you were on a stage and he was the only spectator. You smiled down at him and started to remove your shirt.

Crowley’s eyes seemed to become almost transfixed as you did, his expression was turning into something more primal and erotic. His breath quickened slightly while his eyes were studying every bit of you.

“My, my…” he whispered. “So you are performing for me?” the demon asked, and he reached out a hand to touch you and then pulled it back quickly, as if wanting to resist the temptation.

“You’ll really try to resist it, Crowley?” the way you said his name that time sent shivers down his spine. You took off your shoes, letting him now that you still had some clothing on.

Crowley let out a small moan at your words and movements, and his body was failing; becoming even more tense with his eyes never leaving you. He shook his head.

“I believe I am capable to resist it, yes.” he answered. “But are you really going to go through with this?”

You took that as a challenge.

“Try not to touch, then.” you ordered, moving your hands towards the zip of your trousers.

“And what happens if I fail?” he asked, his voice still alluring. “What kind of punishment do you have in mind?”

He seemed unable to keep his eyes off of you, your body was overpowering his better judgement.

“You seem tense, are you okay?” you played innocent, but that grin in your face was not a secret. Your trousers were almost in the floor, and your sight in your underwear was tempting a demon. A taste of his own medicine, maybe?

You could almost see the tension emanating from him, his eyes now locked in your legs.

“Am I okay?” he repeated. “Let’s just say I’m not sure what to do with myself right now.”

“Well…” you started, crossing your legs. “I told you not to touch me, but I never said anything about you doing it to yourself…”

Your words seemed to have a profound effect on him, and he shifted slightly in his seat again. As much as he tried to resist it, his body was betraying him.

“So, you’re saying I’m able to touch myself, but not you?” he wanted to make sure his ears weren’t failing.

You nodded, and his tongue darted out of his mouth, almost as if wanting to taste you. One of his hands travelled down his lower body, giving himself a little stroke over his trousers. You smiled, biting your lip. The sight was perfect; a demon, the demon, was pleasing himself while looking at you, as if you were a treasure.

“You are truly a master of manipulation…” he managed to say, while his hand was still giving himself some relief. He was starting to relax.

“I can’t help but feel like a one an only…” you teased, spreading your legs a little, still over the desk. “Seeing a hateful demon touching himself because of me…”

The way you talked about him as if he was a puppet seemed to turn him on even more, since his hand was now under his pants.

“Oh, fuck…” Crowley said to himself, closing his eyes hardly. “I want you to touch me instead…”

“You do?” you asked innocently, getting off the desk.

“Perhaps just the touch of the tips of your fingers, teasing me like you do…” he whispered, his hand moving slowly this time.

“You’ll have to ask nicely, then.” you ordered, proud.

“Please.” the demon asked, his eyes still closed and his hand moving up and down faster. “Can you touch me instead?”

“I’m pretty sure you can do better than that, Crowley.” you kept teasing him, playing with the sides of your underwear. “Weren’t you an angel long ago? Beg like an angel.”

He loved that little game of yours. For some reason, the way you were treating him had an effect on him. A good one. A desperate one.

“Come on!” he almost screamed when you hit that soft spot. “Please…” the way he pronounced this word made you walk towards him.

You looked down at him, using a hand you reach his chin and force him to look up at you. As he did, you used the tips of your fingers to trace his lips and he started to lose it. You wanted to go on with the teasing, so you turned around to leave him right there, hungry an unable to stop stroking himself.

You weren’t actually expecting it, but you were surprise when you felt his arms and hands grabbing you hardly, making you end up on the top of the desk again, but this time with him between your legs. He leaned in and whispered in your ear;

“Did you really think you could use me as your toy, sweetheart?” his eyes were glowing with lust and anger.

You felt a rush of nervousness noticing how he ended up in charge now.

“You looked like a wonderful, pathetic toy in that chair…” you told him, trying to kiss him. He refused.

“Pathetic, huh?” he repeated, while one of his hands were heading towards your inner thighs, where he started to trace circles near your entrance. “Now that you are the toy, I’m going to use you however I please.” without any warning, he slid a single finger inside you.

You closed your eyes, letting your body feel all those mixed emotions. His thumb was caressing your clit slowly and softly, while his mouth was playing with your neck. Your hands travelled to his back, where your nails where almost scratching it.

“Someone is eager, aren’t they?” he smiles at you, with his eyes glittering with amusement and desire. “Do you want me to use you, toy?”

Crowley was paying you with the same coin, sliding a second finger in. You groaned in pleasure and surprise.

“You really are in a vulnerable position now…” he pronounced your name after, making you shiver. “I could do anything I want to you… I could touch you, I could taste you…”

The moment the word “taste” was mentioned, you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan. And of course, he noticed.

“Do you want me to taste you, then?” he whispered, his voice shifting deep with eroticism. “Shall I taste your sweet, sweet flesh?”

You nodded.

“You want me to eat you out right here, on this desk?” Crowley asked again, and you were losing it with that much teasing. “What’s going to happen when you come to visit the bookshop and see this desk? Would you like to have those flashbacks?” he was talking right next to your ear, while his fingers were pleasing you with eager. “Will you picture me, fully clothed and eating you out as if you were a prey?”

You nodded again, since the words weren’t coming out of your mouth. Now you were the betrayed one; your whole body was playing against you. You could feel the climax building up in your lower abdomen when the pace of Crowley’s fingers increased.

But sadly for you; he stopped.

“You like being played, don’t you?” he spat, forcing you to lie down on the desk, leaning on you and kissing your body, going lower with every kiss, and getting your underwear out of the way. “Being on the edge, being teased and toyed with…” he spoke, before biting slightly the inside of your thighs.

You could feel his tongue pressing against your center, while his hands where holding you in place. You were biting your fist to avoid the moaning.

“Oh, no, no, no.” he denied, looking up at you. He licked his lips and you found it incredibly hard to resist. “Don’t cover your mouth.”

His tongue slid against you again, slowly and passionately. Crowley was like an animal, he was groaning, making you feel the vibrations all over your body. He went on like that for a few good minutes, biting, kissing and licking with desperation.

He crawled to you until his body was covering yours, and he kissed your lips hardly, letting you taste yourself in his mouth.

“I can’t wait any longer…” he confessed against your mouth, while adjusting his position and taking his lenght out, right in your entrance. He looked at your eyes for a glimpse of a second, making sure you wanted it.

And you wanted it.

When he finally started to take you, you could feel your head dizzy from so much pleasure.

“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since you walked through that door…” he managed to say, while his body was pushing even deeper into you.

Crowley’s entire being was focused on pleasing you, and he seemed to be enjoying immensely. His hands where touching your entire body, without forgetting any part of it.

He kissed you again, before pulling back from it and adjusting his position, holding you by your hips and rocking them back and forth. You opened your eyes just to find him laughing between moans and thursts. Using a thumb to rub your clit seemed like a fantastic idea, so he went on with it. But it was a lot from you.

“It’s too much, it’s too much…” you managed to say. “Don’t stop…”

“I’m so close…” he let you know, going faster than ever.

You felt your the presence of your climax right there, when you heard him sounding so human, so vulnerable. You clenched around him and that made Crowley reach his orgasm too.

“Oh f—“ he couldn’t even finish the sentence; a wave of pleasure bathe him entirely.

His body fell on top of yours, but he was careful enough not to put his entire weight on you. The palm of his hands ended up at the sides of your head, and he lean in to kiss you passionately. It was a messy and exhausted kiss, but still a hungry one.

“God…” you whispered, your foreheads touching.

“Don’t bring that old bastard to this…” he told you, giggling. “And I’m sorry to ruin the moment, because… fuck, I would totally repeat this thing again, again and again. But…” he said, getting off of you and standing up, fixing his clothes. “I can sense that Aziraphale is near.” he declared.

You stood up quickly, getting your clothes together and started to dress up quickly.

Crowley’s eyes were looking at you getting dressed, with a slight smirk on his face.

“If the angel wasn’t around the corner I would really like to bend you over that desk…” he started again, with his hands in his pockets. “Pull your hair, make you curse me…”

“You’re already wanting more, Crowley? We had a deal.” you said, putting your shoes on.

“I bet I can get you to crave it again.” he swore, taking a step closer to you. You were already clothed, and you turned around to face him, but before you could speak, the door opened.

“Crave what, Crowley?” the familiar voice of Aziraphale made its appearance. You cursed Crowley in your head for not letting you know how close the angel was.

“I don’t know, angel.” Crowley said, getting closer to his longtime friend. “I think your friend still hates me.”

You smiled nervously at Aziraphale.

“Do you still hate him, my friend?” the angel asked you, with both his hands together in front of him. His face was looking mischievous, which was something unusual of him. “It didn’t look like it…”

“Oh my god…” you murmured, directing a hand towards your mouth. “You saw us!”

“Saw what, love?” Crowley asked you now, but at the same time smiling at his friend with complicity. “We don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 10 months

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The Sacrifice Douma x Reader pt 2

Pairing: Douma x reader

Warnings: Mentions of injuries and scary water( I don’t wanna spoil too much lol)

Summary: Reader Meets the mysterious demon.

Enjoy!

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“Welcome little flower, I must say I almost didn’t recognize you”.

Those eyes… full of color and yet it’s like there’s nothing behind them. Like a sunny winters day. Deceptively warm. A chilling bite disguised by outward beauty.

Hanako excused herself and shut the door. Leaving you alone to your impending doom. You shifted on your feet. Feeling like a minuscule worm in front of a hungry hawk.

You fixed your eyes on the floor, not being able to take his piercing gaze for more than a few seconds.

“Hmm?” You heard the demon hum and then some shuffling. Soft footsteps echoed in the dim chamber.

“Are you afraid? Well I suppose you would be , you’ve been through a lot my dear. That nasty old man was so cruel wasn’t he?” the demons tone sounded concerned and pitiful but you knew it had to be an act. Demons didn’t feel emotions like that.

“But don’t worry, I took care of him already..” he hummed happily.

Took care? What did that mean exactly?

You looked up slowly, shaky eyes meeting his eerie smile. But not quite having the courage to make it to his eyes yet.

“W-what do you want from me..?” You couldn’t hold back the burning question any longer.

“Ah so you can speak haha, I was beginning to think my bride was a mute”.

…..

What did-

You must’ve heard wrong..

Surely he didn’t say..

No, there’s no way, he said bribe.. or scribe.. yeah maybe he needs a scribe…

“Well back to your question little flower, how much did that filthy noble tell you?”.

“H-he told me I was being sacrificed..to a demon..”

…

“That’s all?” The demon cocked his head.

“That’s all..” you shuffled your feet.

“Oh, no wonder you’re practically shaking, I’m not going to harm you my dear, why don’t you have a seat and I’ll explain a couple things.” He smiled and motioned to a small table in front of his throne thingy. Slowly you moved and sat with your knees tucked under. The demon sat on the other side.

“Aren’t you tired of staring at the table? Look at me little flower, I’d like to speak while actually looking at you.” You didn’t want to, but you also didn’t want to make the demon mad.

Reluctantly you lifted your head until you met those piercing eyes again. Full of beauty but again something was missing behind those eyes.

“Much better, under all that mud I couldn’t tell, but now I see you have the most captivating eyes. Like the color of my favorite flower. I suppose I couldn’t have picked a better name for you” he smiled like he was enjoying an evening of relaxing tea and cakes. You couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please stop…”

“Hm? Stop what little flower?” He cocked his head to the side. A habit of his it seemed.

“I… whatever this act is.. if you’re going to eat me then please get it over with… don’t make a fool of me..” ugh you had to go and open your mouth. That’s what always got you into trouble, that big mouth of yours.

The demons eyes widened a bit and a look of obliviousness passed his face.

“What ever are you talking about? Why on earth would I eat you?”

Is he being serious?

“B-because you’re a demon..what else would you want with me?”

“Well yes I am a demon, and I won’t lie and say I don’t enjoy eating humans, but after the trouble I went through for you why do you think I would waste that by eating you?”

“B-but then-then why am I here??” Your voice raised slightly.

“Because you’re my bride of course.” He smiled like it was the most natural and obvious thing to say.

….

“…”

“Little flower?”

“I see” gracefully you stood up.

Douma only looked up curiously.

You smiled and bowed like you’d done a thousand times for nobles.

“Hm?”

It looked like the demon was going to open his mouth but before he could you spun around faster than a viper and in Douma’s opinion quite comically ran out the door leaving him amused and confused all in one.

“What a funny bride I have” he smirked resting his face on his knuckles leisurely.

Meanwhile you were chicken running across the household.

(I imagine something like this lmao, ignore the other guyXD)

Who?! What!? Where!? WHAT WAS HAPPENING!?

Dead, you must have frozen to death that night and this was your weird personalized hell.

No way this could be real. Did that demon really say you were his bride??

You almost let out a laugh. How obsurd. He was just playing with his meal but still, why did everything feel so damn confusing!?

Voices up ahead made you come to a screeching halt.

Quickly you dove into a nearby room, thankful it seemed to be empty and collapsed to the ground.

Your heavy breathes filled the silence of the room.

Just what the heck was happening to you?!

Your arms wrapped around yourself for comfort. Maybe running away from a demon lord wasn’t the best idea but he surely was powerful enough to stop you if he really wanted to.

Still you did what you always did, act first and think later. You’d probably made him mad and he was plotting your horrible end right now.

Chances of escaping a demon were low, you knew that but you at least had to try.

Sighing your eyes roamed around the dim little room you took refuge in. The only door was the one you came in through so that was out.

Tall shelves filled with books and scrolls lined the walls. It seemed like your only option was to nestle yourself behind them until dark, maybe then it would be easier to make your escape. The sun was already low in the sky so you knew you wouldn’t have to wait too much longer.

Whilst sitting in anxiety, curiosity also got the best of you. You reached for a wood bound book on the shelf in front of you.

The cover was etched with dark lines, swirled and straightened to make two figures. One feminine with long flowing hair and one masculine. The pair were embracing one another lovingly. You slowly ran a finger over the title trying to decode its meaning.

You knew how to read, but not better than a child. Unfortunately slaves were not given priority when it came to education.

Un-und

Under

The

Under the m-

Moonl

Under the moonlight

Under the moonlit s-sk sk sky

Aha!

Under the moonlit sky

You poked a finger under the wooden edge and turned it upwards.

You would’ve loved to try to read more but the pages were too dark, which meant your time to escape had come.

Gingerly, as to not aggravate your already aching body, you slowly got up.

You pressed your ear to the door.

Silence.

You let out a shakey breath before slowly sliding the door open.

The halls seemed empty which was a good start.

Tiptoeing quietly sounded like thunder striking on these creaky wooden floorboards.

Be quiet be quiet be quiet be quiet be quiet

Finally after what seemed like a lifetime you got behind the structure and onto open field. It was very hard to see, of course it was a moonless night because you always had shit luck.

The grass was soft under your sandals, damp still from fallen rain earlier that day you guessed.

You could vaguely make out some lantern light away in the distance. Seeing as you didn’t really have many options you started following it.

You tried not to let the darkness panic you. Thankfully your goal of escaping kept the short breathes and chest pain that being in the complete dark usually caused. Along with the horrible memories that paired with them…

Your thoughts must’ve distracted you too much or maybe it was because it was basically pitch black that you didn’t have time to react properly as your right foot descended down onto what was supposed to be soft grass and instead slid down something that gave way with a squish.

Your foot slid so suddenly down the mud that your whole body pitched forward tumbling into what you had first assumed would be a mud patch but to your horror what was supposed to be squishy was icy cold and wet.

It took your body being completely enveloped in the freezing waters to realize you fell into a body of water. A big one apperantly because as you desperately tried to find the ground with your feet you failed.

Flailing your legs and arms you tried to find the edge but it was so damn dark and you were in so much pain.

It didn’t help that you never quite learned to swim.

Your head tried to stay above but it was uselsss and soon you started taking big gulps of liquid.

You couldn’t-didn’t know how to stay afloat so you sank.

Deep

Deeper

And it was dark

So very dark

What a truly pitiful end.

You fought so hard these years and for what?

At least the demon wouldn’t have the satisfaction of tearing you apart.

Your lungs burned and you couldn’t hold your breath any longer.

So you let go.

God it was painful, the water rushing in.

Was it possible to cry underwater?

I wish I could’ve had more time

I wish

I-

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Oooh who could that be 🤭

Please lemme know what you think! Thanks for reading!

Part 3

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lokis-army-77 · 2 years

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Summoning part 7

Demon!Eddie Munson x female reader

Word Count: 2120

The reader faces the cruel consequences of saying "I love you" to the demon.

Warning: 18+ angst, Demon Eddie being mean, unprotected sex,

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I let out a shaky breath, looking up into his hardened stare. It was amazing how fast his whole demeanor had changed.

"I-i love you." I gulped out, eyebrows furrowed in worry.

He visibly recoiled, pulling himself away from me and climbing off the bed.

"You are not allowed to do that." He stood tall in front of me.

"But I can't help how I feel."

"Then put your feelings in check." He snapped, facial features hard.

"Please," I reached out to him. I could feel the tears of rejection pooling in my eyes.

"That is not what this is. This" He gestured with his hands between us, "this is not a relationship or whatever your puny little human mind has conjured up. This is you serving me as I told you you would be from the very beginning. You are were to obey me, not developed feelings."

"Then what was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to not fall for you when you saved me from being sacrificed or when you talk to me so sweetly like you aren't a demon from the bowels of hell like you're just a man?"

Tears were flowing down my face now and even though the morning light was warm against my bare skin all I felt was cold.

“It is not my fault you misunderstood.” He turned away from me, looking to the door of my room then turned back around, eyes boring into mine. “I henceforth release you from your servitude. I will no longer visit you.”

It was like an arrow had been shot through my chest. A pain so unreal filled my body and I cried out in agony. I could feel that invisible bond that had drawn me into him disappear and yet the feelings of love remained.

Gasping through the pain, I cried out to him. “Severing me from you will not make me stop loving you. What’s done is done, you have my heart completely, just don’t go.”

He stood stiff, wings flaring out behind him in anger. “Stop it. Stop saying that.” He hissed, bearing his teeth.

It was scary to see him like that but I held my ground even as tears fell down my cheeks.

“Why? Why is it so bad if I love you?” I maneuvered myself up onto my knees so that he would not be looking down at me so severely.

Rage marred his features as he spits out his next words. “Because I do not want you to.”

He didn’t give me time to argue back with him, instead, he vanished like always, leaving me to stare into the empty space which he once took up.

I was angry more than I was sad. Who was he to dictate how I felt about him? Standing from the bed, I stomped my way into the bathroom across the hall and took a shower in seething silence.

Pissed could not begin to describe my mood for the rest of the day. Thankfully no one was home to witness my dramatic slamming of doors and cabinets. Nothing could calm me down as I sat and my thoughts festered around how much I absolutely hated the demon right now.

My thoughts had not stopped even when it was time to go to bed.

I tossed and turned in my sheets, body hot under the covers. Sleep did not come easy, looking at my alarm clock on my bedside table it was 3:15 A.M. Groaning, I buried my face in my pillow.

Hesitantly my hand reached out to the necklace the demon had given me. It was now the one thing I had left of him. The anger which had boiled in me all day simmered down, leaving me a sad and empty shell.

I stared out into the darkness of my room, fist clenched around the red jewel. The tears I had worked so hard to get under control in the shower sprang forth again and cascaded down my cheeks. I cried and cried until my head hurt, clinging to the thoughts of the demon and our last night together.

I missed him desperately, more than the times he had left before. I knew now that I was alone, that he was never coming back to me, all because I had to tell him how I felt.

“I’m so fucking stupid,” I said aloud into the night. “So stupid.”

Sleep finally came in the early hours of the morning when the sun had yet to pierce the horizon. And with sleep, came dreams.

…………

The edges of my vision were blurry and the world look familiar yet strange all at once. I was in a dark hallway with a singular door standing shut at the end of it. My heart beat fast in my chest as my instincts told me not to go any closer than I already was but my feet had other plans. They took me further and further down the hallway only stopping when I reached the end.

Hesitantly I reached out for the golden handle, even though it was dark, it still gleamed as if light were shining directly on it. With a twist of the wrist and a small shove, I opened the door. Blinded by a flash of white light, I stumbled backward only to be caught by a pair of large hands.

I could not turn my head to see who had caught me. The hands pushed me gently through the door into a dim candle-lit room. The red brick of the walls looked intimidating in the flickering light of the many candelabras scattered about the room. In the center of the room, on a dais between two large pillars, was a humongous bed pushed back against the wall. Black and red curtains flowed down around the bed from a rather gothic-looking canopy.

Although the room looked like something from medieval times and gave off an eerie look with all the blacks and reds, I felt comfortable. Like I belonged here in this room, with whatever had its hands gently pushing into my back.

I was led forward by the unknown hands and helped up the stairs of the dais. Then, I turned around, eyes meeting with an all too familiar pair.

The demon smiled at me in what coil only be described as a loving way. “Hello little one,” He said, taking my hands in his, rubbing the backs of them with his thumbs.

My heart lurched for him and so did my body. In an instant I had my arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into me for a tight hug. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and nuzzled his nose into my hair.

“You left me.” I cried into his chest, tears tickling my cheeks as they fell.

His hands smoothed over my hair and he shooshed me quietly. “Do not be a sad little one, you are here with me now.” Then his fingers slowly moved their way down my body. He undressed me one article of clothing at a time as opposed to his usual magic snap of the fingers.

I looked up at him and allowed his thumbs to whip the tears away. Leaning up on my tiptoes, I kissed him. We moved together in the fuzzy haze of the world until we were lying on the bed. I placed my hands on his chest and pushed oh nim slightly. He followed my silent direction and fell over onto his back, pulling me on top of him.

He stared up at me straddling him, eyed bright in the dim lighting, and hair tousled about the duvet. Even though everything felt dreamy and unreal, the hardness which was under me could not be mistaken.

Hesitantly I started to rock my hips back onto him, feeling every bump and ridge of his cock against the wet slit of my pussy. Never had he let me ride him before, I had never really tried to or even asked, but in this real world, he was all too eager to have me atop him.

His long slender fingers held tightly onto my hips, helping me to grind down onto him. I couldn’t help but gasp as his tip pressed against my clit. I used my hands to balance myself, using his chest as sturdy support. I was entranced by the feelings stirring in me; want, need, love, the complete and utter mesmerization of his dark comforting eyes, and the glint of the rings piercing his nipples.

I skimmed my fingernails over his pecks before pinching each nipple between my fingers. He grunted as I gently tugged on them, bucking his hips up into me as I continued. He also gripped me tighter as I rubbed the hardened buds, leaning down to place a chaste kiss on each of them.

“Quit playing,” he growled, I just shook my head and giggled, latching my mouth onto him. My teeth nipped at the skin and metal before I began to suck as he once did to my own nipples.

I grinned around him in triumph as he writhed under my touch. Hips bucking upwards in search of more friction as well as hands working me down onto him.

“Fuck.” I mumbled, “Need you inside me.”

No later than I had let those words fall from my mouth then he hand his cock in hand and went in search of my entrance. I lifted myself up off of him, mouth leaving his skin with a lewd pop. Reaching between us, I helped him to find where to go and once he had, I lowered myself down.

Reaching back behind me, I supported myself on his thighs. My head lulled back as he filled me, his tip reaching some place far inside.

“You always feel so fucking good inside me,” I moaned, chest pushed out, nipples pert and aching in the surprisingly cool air of the room.

“And you always feel like heaven around my cock, little one.” His fingers scraped up my thighs, over my stomach, and landed on my breasts, cupping them, fondling them.

I arched more into him, loving it as he let me rid him and he played with the pillowy flesh of my chest.

“I love you,” I cried as I sped up my movements. I was only brave enough to say it aloud again because this was a dream, a dream that felt like every touch of his skin against my own was as real as if I were awake.

“I know,” he cooed, grunting when my cunt clenched around him at his soft words.

My climax was barreling its way to the surface as I continued to spear myself onto his incredibly hard cock. With toes curling and fists secured tightly on his thighs, I let the high flush over me. It felt like it reared its head quickly and yet felt like it took years to pass by.

His hands held me as my body shook over him, cunt creaming around his cock, spasming with every little movement of him inside. Gently he unsheathed himself from he and leaned on his side to watch my tired body.

I watched him through lidded eyes, shivering as his fingers traced patterns into my skin. I did not realize I had been frowning until his thumb smoothed over my brow before his lips kissed the spot he had touched.

“Do not fret, I will be back.”

“When?” I asked, anxious to know.

“In time. I can not stay away from you for very long.”

..........

As he spoke the blurry edges of my vision started to expand and in a blink, of an eye, it was like I had tunnel vision. He was still talking though as I reached out for him, his word was becoming more and more muffled. The last thing I heard as his voice became unclear was, “I do lo-” He was cut off and my vision went completely dark.

I woke with a jolt, hands reaching out across my bed in search of another body only to find the sheets cold and void of any life. Sighing I thought about the dream I had just had. The details were foggy but I remembered being with him, with my demon.

New tears began to well in my eyes before I blinked them away. No, I would not cry, I would be strong. If he was too much of a coward to stay then I would not waste my thoughts on him.

“He does not care for you,” I told myself as I began getting ready for the long day ahead, “Don’t dwell on him.”

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God, the chapter hasn't even come out yet and people are already starting to demonize Doumeki. I'm really sorry, and it's probably not a popular opinion, but I really don't understand how Doumeki is supposed to know what's going on in Yashiro's head. He feels one thing, but says and does something completely different. We know that. Yes. But Doumeki can't read minds. Yashiro's body says yes. But in words, Yashiro also behaves sarcastic, cold and sometimes cruel towards Doumeki. Nothing changed. It's difficult to understand what's going on in a person's head. To believe that he loves you and if you open up to him again, this time he won’t leave you and you won’t get a bullet from him? Of course, I’m also annoyed by this whole situation and I want them to have a normal conversation! But to really demonize Doumeki... I can understand his behavior. How can I fully understand Yashiro's behavior. Yoneda wrote Doumeki as more than just a love interest. She created an interesting character with many good and bad qualities. With his own past and with his own traumas. Both Yashiro and Doumeki have huge trust issues. The fact that Yashiro is reflecting is already great progress!!! Doumeki keeps to himself but gives Yashiro space. They both go towards each other! Yes, not as quickly as we would like, but still. eh. It just upsets me that it feels like fans are ready to just destroy Doumeki for even the slightest bit of negative feelings towards Yashiro. As if Doumeki has no right to be jealous, offended, insolent... This makes me so frustrated(

Yeah, I understand this feeling well. I am not sure if you ever came across my blog a few months ago but I actually started out as almost a Doumeki defense blog lol. Most of my posts were about Doumeki’s pov because I felt there was a lot of harshness towards him. Ultimately I think the main issue those people have against Doumeki is that they don’t like Doumeki outside of being Yashiro’s love interest. That means Doumeki is not allowed to be a fully fleshed out character with his own insecurities and issues; he just needs to be whatever Yashiro needs him to be and he should know that even without any communication from Yashiro. Doumeki is supposed to be Yashiro’s lover, therapist and emotional whipping boy. A large part of the issue maybe certain interpretations of them as characters where there is a belief that Doumeki is this jealous, possessive man who only cares about having Yashiro at his side and Yashiro is the selfless one who only cares about doing what is best for Doumeki have influenced how we view their actions. We believe the worst of Doumeki while Yashiro is only at his mercy. The thing is Doumeki is acting in a way that Yashiro wanted in the past and pushing down his own desires to do it. He is not exactly happy with this arrangement either. Even when he was sweet, sensitive Doumeki, there was a lot of criticism towards him. There was even criticism of him for expressing he wants Yashiro to want only him. Doumeki is trying the best he can but Yashiro’s trauma goes beyond him. He can’t heal Yashiro nor should he be expected to. He also shouldn’t be expected to constantly sacrifice his own needs and desires for Yashiro and to never express any negative emotion about Yashiro’s actions. That is not an equal relationship. Some people have so much empathy for Yashiro but almost none for Doumeki. The most interesting thing is that if you even suggest Doumeki and Yashiro separate, those people would also hate that idea because Yashiro’s happiness is so reliant on Doumeki. I feel your frustration, anon. I feel like I can rant about this forever.

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(Not) Alone - Part 2

pairing: Shu Yamino x Streamer!GN!reader (ft. vox as yall's personal counselor)

a/n: good to see you again! so, ready for what happens next? 😌 for maximum feelers, listen to these songs as you read: kokoronashi ; say you won't let go

here's part 1 if u missed it!

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

"i-i don't think i feel the same."

the world may have gifted you shu yamino as your close friend, but you were stupid to think you could push your luck that he could be your love interest as well

lady fate was truly cruel

your outstretched hand retracts back to your side and with a hollow heart, you nod and smile at shu

"i see," you mumble, leaving shu to wonder if you meant to speak to yourself or for him to hear too. whatever it was, it didn't matter. the truth was out and the worst outcome has happened

shu yamino, your long time crush whom vox assured had mutual feelings, did not like you back. at least in the way you wished it could be

so you stand and take your phone with you, excusing yourself to the guest room for some much needed wallowing

continuation utc!

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: vox... Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: hm? what's up love? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: he doesn't like me back... Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: oh dear Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: are you alright? do you need me to call you? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: yes please

in a matter of seconds, your screen changes to vox who is ringing your phone. you pick it up immediately and you are surprised when the first both you and vox hear is your choked sob

"oh for goodness' sake, my dear, i wish i could come to you," vox's voice is soft to your ears, the comfort reaching your heart but the pain never failing to stay

"vox, it hurts," you sob quietly, covering your mouth so shu outside wouldn't have to hear you in your pathetic state. "it hurts so much..."

"y/n, love, i know, i know," the demon whispers.

and vox would understand, which is why he does know. you collapse onto the bed, but it doesn't feel comfy with the coarseness of the rejection scratching on your conscience

"i-i thought you said he had the same feelings?" you voice out, helplessly feeling betrayed by your demon friend. but you know too well that he didn't mean to lead you on like this.

vox sucks in a breath, "i know i did. and can i be honest with you?"

your lips quiver, but you manage to speak, "what?"

"i don't think... " he trails off and after waiting for a few seconds, it seems that vox had paused completely.

"vox?"

"oh, sorry. um, actually, never mind. y/n, how about you go get some rest? take your mind off of what happened today," but you could tell there was something vox was hiding from you. you wished to know what it was but your heart was too tired for this, so you hum quietly and close your eyes

terribly wishing everything was just a nightmare...

but it dawns on you that when you met shu in the morning, all he did was offer you a smile of a sympathy. he talked to you still, but the air between you two was not like it was before you confessed

half of you thought it was entirely your fault you'd ruin things between you and him

maybe not half... all of you

you couldn't even bear to be in the same room as shu anymore, not because you wish you didn't, more because you wanted to save shu the uncomfortable feeling of having you around

the conversations became shorter and you went out to eat rather than cook with shu at his house

the only real time you interacted with him was during your scheduled stream

which was only once tbh

you dreaded for the day you had to stream together again, but you wanted to give yourself some hope and try it out

perhaps it wasn't a good idea to be pushing away shu like this. maybe he still wants to be friends with you. after all you were the one worried he was going to do all the leaving and distancing

a smile of effort graced your lips when shu had you sit next to him, all equipment and assets at the ready

he returns your smile, like usual, but the stream went extremely awkward

you tried. you really did.

but whenever shu accidentally touched you, you couldn't help but shrink away. his friendly nicknames for you hurt more than it should've, reminding you of his rejection towards your feelings.

"i'm being childish, i can't treat him like this," you whisper to yourself, tears pricking at your eyes and your chest tearing apart.

but your heart. it felt like walking through a rain of fire if you stopped being "childish". burning every step of the way.

it felt as though walking either right or left brought you no fortune.

however staying where you were was not a choice either.

you tried to see the bright side. you tried to be more positive. you tried to forget the fact your long time crush and best friend did not have the same feelings as you and probably isn't looking at you the same way again.

yeah, still trying to forget that...

but when shu popped his head through your door, gently asking your hunched over figure if you were ready for today's stream, you couldn't bring yourself to say yes

you couldn't even stand up to look shu in the eye

so when he sees you shake your head, shu takes that as his cue to leave

did he really have no sense of remorse for you right now? did he really just try to brush off your confession like that and expect you to be okay immediately after?

it made you both angry and sad, frustrated even

but the thought of hating him was impossible

not when he still has your heart tight in his hands

you hear him greet chat from the other room and it seems that they've noticed your absence even though they've been promised you were going to make an appearance

shu sighs, telling them, "not today, chat. they... don't seem to be feeling well. i promise they'll be back soon though. they'll be okay in no time!"

if only it were that easy...

you curl up and hug the pillow to your chest, once again succumbing to the numb darkness of sleep even though it was still midday

when you awoke, everything is quiet. even shu was not making a sound around the house.

only your loud thoughts

you sigh and rub your eyes, "i should leave if i'm just going to be a burden to him..."

you get up and trotted your way to the kitchen, opening the fridge to find something to quickly fill up your stomach. it didn't matter what it was really and shu said you could eat whatever you wanted from the fridge

"what's mine is yours in this house!" he announced the first day you arrived

a protein bar is what you see in the corner of the fridge and seeing it was the easiest and quickest to consume, you grab it, eat it without much time to be wasted and once again headed to bed because of the late hour

absolutely forgetting to check the expiry date on that protein bar

the morning came and so did sudden stomach cramps. you figured it was just some common occurrence that didn't need worrying so while you held your stomach, you heavily said hi to shu who noticed your physically hunched form

"hey--woah, you don't look too good... " he frowns, placing down his glass of water. you wave him off, looking for a glass of juice or milk or anything to stave it off, thinking it was just hunger since you weren't eating properly lately

shu doesn't attempt to approach yet, but when you began to hold your stomach even tighter as though something was clawing at you fiercely, he knew it was a good sign to worry after all

"hey, come on, don't deny it. you're actually looking a bit pale right now. let's sit you down, yeah?" he held your arms firmly, but you refuse to look at him

shu sighs, guiding you to the table anyway as he handed you your chosen drink

you take it, but after a few sips, you hastily put it away.

the sorcerer cocks an eyebrow up and notices you puffing your cheeks and sealing your lips shut, the lump in your throat very visible.

like you were holding something back...

then it clicks

"are you feeling nauseous?" he tries.

you inhale deeply, nodding slightly. "y-yeah. just a bit though i promise."

but knowing you, he doesn't want to believe you.

"come on, let's get you to the couch. i'll make you something to eat. drink some water to lessen the nausea," shu is practically ordering you around but with how empty your head was, nothing but the excruciating pain from you stomach cramps and slight lightheadedness

there wasn't much protesting to be done

you hum, bringing a glass of water with you as you plopped yourself down on the couch

shu watches you weakly bring yourself around, slouching and barely making a move even though wide awake

he doesn't waste much time in making breakfast for you and hands it over, fresh and hot

he offers you a single smile before realizing your eyes were closed, breathing through the mouth heavily

"hey, you okay? seriously, you don't look so good," he reaches over and gently brushes his fingers over your arm. but then you suddenly shiver at his light touch, your goosebumps raising underneath his skin and shrinking away like he'd hurt you

"c-cold," you mutter, bringing your knees to your chest to curl up even more.

"okay, let me get you a blanket. but please eat, alright? you haven't been eating, have you?" shu kneels down before you, hands away in fear he'll cause you more discomfort

"b-but i don't fe-feel like eating..." even despite days of not doing so too. shu notices of course and definitely thinks something is going on.

"nausea, lightheadedness, chills... " he mumbles, staring at your pale face. you don't want to make eye contact with him, not after everything and also because of how physically dazed you feel

"look at me for a sec?" shu asks you and he sees you hesitate. "please? i wanna make sure you're okay."

your fingers squeeze themselves before deciding to be brave. once your eyes met the purple ones of shu, you are reminded again why you fell in love with him

so kind and caring, always there for his friends

he gives you a soft beam and it momentarily helps numb your pain. "sorry if my hands are cold. i need to feel your forehead for a second."

you blink, then nod

shu raises his hand gently and presses it against your forehead. yes, it was cold. but now that you're prepared for it, your skin received shu better

the coolness brought some sense of relief after everything.

when he doesn't move for a few seconds, you look at him.

he was... staring at you, like there was something wrong on your face. but you tilt your head expectantly

"yo-you're a bit warm," he concludes, shaking his head and taking his hand off your forehead. "did you eat anything recently? from the fridge maybe?"

you recall last night. "just a protein bar i found."

"a protein bar--hold on," shu looks down at his lap to think, then his purple eyes fill with panic. "y/n, i think that was expired. i forgot to throw it out."

oh how splendid

"i think you have a stomach bug," shu diagnoses for you, getting off his knees and offering you his hand. but you only stare at it like you've never seen it before. you glance up at shu, who tells you, "come on, let's go to your room. we can't have you sick."

the worry on his brows, his bothered eyes. sigh.

you take his hand with a shaky one, but he grabs it steadily for you and slowly leads you to the guest room.

"lie down. i'll get you some more water and something simpler to eat," he eases you onto the mattress, tucking in the blankets into you and stacking up the pillows so you could sit up.

god this is why you loved him so much

"good, now don't go anywhere."

you suddenly feel something heavy atop your head, the pressure then moving side to side in the most gentle manner. you look up at shu and realize he's patting your head

when he too realizes what he's doing, he stops and red rushes to his cheeks.

"u-um, yeah, i'll go now," before stepping out the door, leaving you dazed and confused. and a bit angry.

he said he didn't feel the same. yet, why did he...?

as you stuff your head into the soft pillow waiting for shu, your phone vibrates from beside you

Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: hey love u doing okay? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: umm i ate something bad and now i have a stomach bug... Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: holy shit r u feeling okay? nauseous? chills? Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: does shu know? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: yeah he was the one who diagnosed it actually Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: good to know. i trust shu can take care of you. he knows what he's doing Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: well i should leave you to get some rest. drink a lot and eat something okay? Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: i will don't worry Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: oh and before i go Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: listen to what shu has to say okay? talk to him. i know you've been avoiding him but please do it just this once

huh?

Y/N L/N [NIJISANJI EN]: um i don't even know what you're talking about, vox. he hasn't said anything to me Vox Akuma [NIJISANJI EN]: just do it okay? now go get some rest

seeing that he's not typing anymore, he's not going to elaborate anymore. so you put your phone to the side just as shu opens the door, seemingly carrying a tray of some water and bowl

he avoid eye contact with you as he places the tray down, handing you the glass of water and a bowl of soup

"something easier to eat for you," shu mumbles, also giving you a spoon. you nod in thanks, eating the hot meal even though it took you a while because of your cursed stomach bug

as you ate, shu had already pulled a chair to the bedside and sat on it, seemingly waiting for you

you notice how he's still not looking at you and playing with his fingers instead

he looked... nervous

"don't do that."

shu freezes and looks at you. "huh?"

you swallow your spoonful. "don't do that. you look nervous. so if you are, just say it."

he lets out a sigh, then gives you a defeated smile. "always have been able to read me like an open book, huh?"

you couldn't help but giggle, even if he broke your heart a few days ago. when was the time shu had made you laugh like this?

actually, realistically, it was about a week ago. but to you and your wounded heart, it felt like it had been years.

"well, at first i didn't want to bother you about it. you were avoiding me and stuff, so i figured you didn't want to talk about it, you know?" he began, scratching the back of his neck oddly.

you bite your lip.

"right," shu continues. "so i went to vox. he said to just suck it up and told me to bother you about it anyway."

you roll your eyes, "he said that, did he?"

the sorcerer chuckles. "exactly that."

you sigh, putting your spoon back into the bowl.

"anyway, so here i am. i... wanted to ask you about something."

eyebrows furrowed, you urge him to continue. "what is it?"

shu takes a visible heavy breath in, then exhales his thoughts, "what is it about me you like?"

like a truck, it hits you hard that you pretty much neglected to tell him that part of your confession. you redden up with embarrassment, clearing your throat.

"i-i see. give me a second," at your request, shu nods in permission.

you dig deep into your memories, from the time you first met shu, to when he first befriended you, to your first collab together, the late night talks about your future plans, to the first real life hug he gave you at his front door, all up until he made you laugh just a few minutes ago.

there was not a single moment in that long period of time that you fell out of love for shu yamino.

the answer ready in your head like a bulleted list, you glance up at shu. only to see him blushing as he kept watching you.

you ask, "something wrong, shu?"

upon being caught, he looks away and covers his cheeks with the back of his hand.

"uh," he stammers. "it's nothing."

you curl your lip, crossing your arms. "if you're not gonna answer me, i'm not gonna answer you."

at this, shu heaves a defeated sigh.

"fine. you were... smiling," he admits, turning away even more the more he said it. "it's just been a few days since you smiled at all. it caught me off guard."

his confession admittedly did too. your cheeks warm up while you clear your throat, "se-see? that wasn't so hard to say, right?"

but the sorcerer doesn't say anything.

"anyway, you asked me why i like you?" shu braves himself to raise his head and look you in the eye, nodding. "the fact that you're asking tells me that you don't realize how beautiful you are as a person, shu. you're so kind and caring, you know that? always there for you friends and helping them when they need his help almost at any time. while others would boast about having better wits, you take advantage of it and use it to help others."

you recall the first time you asked for shu's help on setting up your stream, the way he expertly showed you where everything was and wording them in a way you could immediately understand them.

"then you and i became friends. you sent me that meme for the first time, then i sent you more. you became my source of jokes at the time, always swapping jokes and memes.

"but then you let me ramble and rant to you about my bad day. you let me talk about anything with you. and when you did the exact same to me, i happily listened to you. in fact, i wished you could tell me more about it so i could comfort you and make you smile like you did to me. i realized you became safe space, shu. i realized that you were someone i didn't want to ever let go."

your chest begins to swell, your throat tightening and tears pricking at your eyes.

you press the back of your hand to keep them at bay. "i want to be there for you, shu. i want to live the selfish fantasy where i'm the one you go to for both the good and bad things that has happened."

but he let you know that you couldn't live such a fantasy

you sigh, "but you told me i wasn't the one for that kind of future with you. so, i hope you find someone who can. it may not be me, but that's alright. i just want you to be happy."

that's a lie. you wanted to be the one.

"i'm sorry," shu whispers.

you shake your head. i know shu, i know. i have to accept it.

"i'm so, so sorry."

wait, why did he sound like he was crying?

you remove your hands from your eyes and indeed find shu holding back his own sobs, visible tears running down his cheeks

your heart tore apart as your fingers ached to reach out to wipe away his sorrows, but with how things are, you limit your movements.

"h-hey, it's okay. i can learn to move on," you smile. "just don't cry, you're gonna make me cry even more..."

"it's not about that," he says, which makes you genuinely confused

"then what is it?"

"i was scared, y/n. so, so scared," shu puts his hand down and looks straight at you. his broken expression broke you too. "i was scared that my feelings aren't what i think they are."

"what you think they are?"

he nods, swallowing. "i was scared i'd mistake these feelings asjust platonic. i thought my affectionate thoughts were just because you were such a good friend to me. but as you said those things to me, i don't know if i can trust myself right now, y/n. i'm so scared. scared that i'll hurt you even more."

in the light, you see it.

shu was just scared all this time. his heart was terrified that he'd hurt you in the long term.

as he lets out another sob, you couldn't hold it anymore.

you lift your hand up and use your fingers to swipe away a single fallen tear from shu's cheek. this catches him off guard.

he smiles, "see? even though i was the one who hurt you, you still reach out to me and make me feel so safe. god, my heart is beating so fast."

"tell me what you want, shu," you say. shu stares at you for a few seconds. you press a finger to where his heart lies. "your heart. what does it want? take your time, i'll wait."

as long as it took him.

"what do i want?" he whispers, you nod. he hums, then releases your hand only to move it to your jaw. his free hand copying the gesture.

with your face held ever so gently by shu, your heart feels so much closer to his. may god damn shu if he was pulling your heartstrings for fun.

one of his fingers reaches your hair, then he brushes it gently, like he was situating himself with you. he comments, "soft."

for his sake, you don't say anything. though your heart and mind screamed excitedly.

then, shu lets go of your hair and takes a deep breath in, giving you a small smile. "can i kiss you?"

your heart leapt.

you nod, "yeah."

with your approval and a somewhat steady heart, shu closes his eyes and places his lips on yours.

god, you dreamed of this moment so many times already. lady fate would be too cruel to reveal to you that it was just some hilarious joke of hers.

you and shu formed a bond, different from that of what you usually have. it felt like you've revealed a hidden part of yourself to him, and him you.

on one side, relief washes over you. that kiss told you that everything was going to be alright. that tomorrow will be a good day.

on the other, fireworks explode, a triumphant feeling toppling over your being as it dawns on you repeatedly that shu was kissing you.

your fingers that have been lying still in your lap raise up and lightly feather across shu's. this prompts him to move closer to you.

like he wanted more. like he was not done.

you felt like crying all over again.

a few seconds later, shu slowly lets go of you, much to your dismay. but when you see his eyes are filled with tears, one full of joy instead of the previous grief, you don't complain as much.

he smiles, "so it is."

"wh-what is?" you ask

"i felt the spark. now i know this is what my heart wants."

"is it?" you whisper, joy lacing your soft voice

shu nods, leaning his forehead against yours. "this entire time. if you're so willing to try to this, i will too. i'm not scared anymore. thank you, y/n."

you let out a sob, but smiled as you went, "told you i couldn't leave you alone."

it was time to return home unfortunately. a few days ago, you would've thought coming home would do you and your once broken heart some good

at least now, you're taking shu's heart home with you too

"well, i should get going now," you look out the window to see your plane ready to take off soon. but with shu grasping your hand tightly, it prevented you from doing so

you giggle, shaking his hand. "come on now, i gotta go soon."

he frowns, only holding your hand much tighter. "but i'll miss you."

you sigh, letting go of your other hand that was holding your suitcase. you grab shu's chin and pulled him towards you, placing a single chaste kiss on his lips

he freezes, looking away immediately as his ears turn crimson.

another quality you discovered about shu. not too good with pda.

you claimed it was revenge for giving you a false negative.

"i'll see you again soon, i promise," you whisper.

the sorcerer looks at you once, his lips curling before finally (reluctantly) letting go of your hand. "fine... call me when you get home, okay?"

"i will," you giggle and walk on ahead waving, "i'll talk to you later, shu!"

he waves back, then puts his hands into the pocket of his jacket. "i look forward to it!"

"hold on, guys, my pizza's here!" you announce midstream, changing the screen to the waiting screen. you then dash out of your room to open the door for your food, grabbing a tip on the way

when you swing it open, you met not with a stranger holding your pizza box. rather a man with pale skin, purple eyes and his trademark yellow highlighted hair.

he gives you a smile with his v-shaped mouth, "didn't feel like leaving you alone too long."

a/n (2) : legit shed a couple of tears while writing this ;-;

Masterlist!

#author chan’s delivery service 🧺#nijisanji en #luxiem #luxiem x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #yaminoart #shu yamino fluff #shu yamino imagines #author chan’s delivery service ?

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mejomonster · 1 year

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I'm comparing xuanji and tantai jin right now in how they handle their "innocence" about romance (just cause they don't feel emotion generally)

Xuanji: completely oblivious, WOULD grab sifengs boner while dropping in on him naked in a bath and DOES NOT care. He's her great friend! And he's fun to make blush! Will also be the first to kiss HIM. Again, she's not really sure why or that it means EONS to sifeng emotionally. But she is glad to be with her friend and it seems fun uvu

(Xuanji later will go onto top her babe but that's later, I'm talking the early parts when she isn't feeling things much)

Tantai jin: I am SCANDALIZED you would touch me. I know you're my WIFE but as my wife you tried to sleep with me to lock me into marriage and I was disgusted by how fucked up and cruel you were so I put you to sleep. Do NOT strip me, don't even look me up and down. I don't have lust or any particular romantic feelings for you, it's not like I'm abashed of sex as I AM an adult who got married and know the fucked up palace shit of behind closed doors. BUT I am repulsed by the idea of being near you, especially naked and sharing that experience with YOU agh, so I Am going to continously insist on Being chaste. Maybe one day I'll want to rail someone, like you said when I feel "love" for someone or whatever maybe... but lmao not your awful ass

Also tantai jin, seeing a demon kiss qingyu: huh... evil powers cool I should eat her. It'd be nice if I could eat humans for power too. Huh... that kind of looks enjoyable? Maybe I'll try making out with someone I don't dislike. (Thinks about his wife who feeds him and would die for him, but there's baggage so he just moves on)

A few eps later: actually... like... would it be Too Fucked up? If I just... DID make out with my evil Wife who wants to kill me? I mean... a kiss is a kiss if it feels nice does it matter if we kill each other later? What if she sat on my lap! What if... I was held in her arms... <3 (no! Focus! She'll betray me! We can only have sex if she's my prisoner or something so she doesn't stab me or sell me out while we're naked!)

#love and redemption #till the end of the moon #tteotm #lb #xuanji #tantai jin #i just. 1 I LOVE how xuanji is actually the forward one unashamed and unworried about physical stuff #while sifeng is the blushing virgin concerned with propriety and feelings and STEPS etc. but love is SERIOUS in his sect #2 i LOVE how tantai jin has same vague Starting Setting as xuanji #but tantai jin IS socially aware of sex and romance enough to know he does NOT want #his evil bitch of a wife who whips him to ever try getting intimate with him #xuanji is both more innocent and naive in that she doesnt KNOW what it means #but also way more like I WOULD BE UP FOR RIDING SIFENG. SOUNDS FUN #and sifengs like NO babe STOP you shpuldnt unless youre in love and married!!! NO DONT RIDE HIM INSTEAD DONT #JUST APPROACH STRANGERS YOU DONT KNOW IF THEYRE NIDE #like if xuanji knew what sex was and had fun doing it shed have done it all the time asap #and she DID do it once she knew what it was lol #meanwhile tantai jin knows what it is but his life is so fucked up he cant imagine it being a #positive experience #(great i made myself sad :c)#anyway i love xuanji

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mamuscript · 7 months

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On the Idea of Forgiveness:

For all that Aziraphale is a “being of love,” (and don’t get me wrong - I’m an Aziraphale defender until actual Armageddon) he consistently avoids opportunities to tell Crowley how he feels about him, while Crowley is consistently telling Aziraphale what he means to him, albeit also not explicitly.

The closest that Aziraphale comes to telling Crowley what he means to him is after the duo performs The Bullet Catch, and he says, “I knew you would come through for me. You always do.” Aziraphale clearly demonstrates how he feels about Crowley, thanks in large part to Michael Sheen’s sublime and peerless performance: the way he looks at him; the giddiness with which he grabs Crowley’s hand and drags him to the dancefloor; they way he relies on him; the way he bounces out into the world every day, full of conviction that Crowley will be by his side. And Aziraphale tells Crowley again and again, despite resistance from the demon himself, that he is a good person, a nice person. That is so important - Crowley needs to hear that, and he needs to know that Aziraphale believes that about him - but it’s all so subtle.

On the other hand, Crowley expresses to Aziraphale, again and again, that they’re a team. When the world is about to end and Crowley can’t think of any other ideas, he asks Aziraphale to run away and be with him. He shows up to protect Aziraphale time and time again, including from himself. He shows that he knows Aziraphale fully - “You have three reasons for calling me,” etc. He threatens everyone who poses danger to the angel. After the fire at the bookshop, when Aziraphale appears in his spectral form before Crowley, the demon tells him, “I lost my best friend.” Aziraphale could comfort him in this moment, he could return the sentiment. But instead, he only says, “I’m so sorry to hear it.”

And this one hurts the most - Crowley keeps letting things go and coming back to apologize, even though he isn’t wrong.

When they argue at the bandstand, it’s because Aziraphale is being deceptive, cruel, and sanctimonious. The angel is willing to sacrifice their relationship for his ideals, while Crowley is willing to sacrifice everything for their relationship. Aziraphale is clearly in the wrong, and yet Crowley comes crawling back - “Whatever I said I didn’t mean it. Work with me - I’m apologizing here.” When they argue over Gabriel, neither of them is wrong, per se, but Crowley has an excellent point - Gabriel is a significant threat to them both, and in particular to Aziraphale. Once again, Aziraphale dismisses him out of hand. But when Crowley learns that Aziraphale is in trouble, he comes back and apologizes (even though he wasn’t wrong) in order to protect the angel.

Crowley keeps putting himself out there, making himself vulnerable, swallowing his pride, and Aziraphale not only doesn’t do the same, he never even acknowledges it.

This is what withers my heart about that final scene. Crowley has put himself out there for Aziraphale again and again over thousands of years, has come far closer to telling Aziraphale what he means to him than the angel has to telling him. And despite the inevitability of the rejection he’s about to receive, he does it again. He makes himself vulnerable, he tells Aziraphale that all they need is each other - my guy comes so close to telling him that he wants to spend eternity at his side. And Aziraphale shoots him down again.

Not only does he cast Crowley aside, but he has the audacity to tell Crowley that he forgives him.

I’m not going to dissect that particular act of forgiveness (not right now, anyway).

But I will say this: that despite the ever-present topic of what Crowley may or may not have done to get cast out of heaven and whether he’s worthy of mercy, despite Aziraphale priggishly deigning to offer Crowley forgiveness not once but twice, despite the fact that Crowley has the black wings and Aziraphale the white… Despite all of that, in an ironic twist of fate (or rather, due to the unparalleled and masterful achievement of the storytelling here) the next time we see these two, it won’t be Crowley who will need to earn forgiveness. It will be Aziraphale.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #neil gaiman

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a-weird-writer · 1 year

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i think for me, breeding kink falls under the claiming kink category, which… i’m sure i’ve made it clear where i stand with that.

but would leon actually have a beloved, or would he more view them as an… entourage?

A mixture of both, in my opinion.

Leon Cromwell is very capable of romantic and general attraction. You can sing praises and devote yourself to the devil, can love him.

But how could the devil love you back?

How could anyone love someone like him in this lifetime? How can you ever possibly justify loving a Demon Lord?

Love is such a specific human feeling. A feeling Leon is wary of ever experiencing, given everything he's done and will keep doing, he is more than aware of his less-than-ideal influence upon the people around him; Leon is a lot of things but delusional isn't one of them.

His choices don't make him any less of a monster, pitiful as the true reasons are. (As seen in his brotherly relationship with Chronoa, but I'll tie those spoilers under wraps.) Leon's logic and personal regards are warped and selfish, at times hypocritical in Shizu's case.

Nothing hints about Leon's emotional state. It is a personally crafted safety mask, a blank façade of apparent indifference. No openings, no weakness; A hollow shell of humanity, an eroded stone wall.

Leon's past is tragic and complicated; whatever innocence was maintained in his previous world lost itself after the distortion incident, further coated in malice thanks to Leon's current status as a Demon Lord. Not above committing the most heinous crimes and atrocities known to mankind if beneficial to him in the long run.

Leon can and will be mean if he wants too, the sheer definition of cold and cruel to his bystanders. Very tightly wound on himself and his self-driven goals. Even when his "softer" side shifts, shown to very very few people that actually know him for far more than his status, he may still come off as too blunt and careless. Barely expressive.

Leon Cromwell just doesn't grasp emotions too well...

Through the eyes of surrounding observers unfortunate enough to have to deal with him, your existence is just barely regarded with any sort of harsh twitch or grimace.

To his beloved, he seems not to consider you at all, constantly riding on the edge of your surface tension.

But there is a however. What Leon lacks in expressive vocabulary, figurative or opposing, is later proven contrary through actions and acts of service in sacred chambers.

#ask #ailulu #leon cromwell #might edit this later im tired and theres more to say about this but no energy and it would probs be request length knowing me lmaoOO #ttigraas #ttigraas x reader #leon cromwell x reader #that time i got reincarnated as a slime #that time i got reincarnated as a slime x reader #tw emotional turmoil #tw trauma

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mariailoveyou-guerin · 9 months

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People still making Mariana out to be the devil is so funny to me because they love white woman who do worse let’s say Georgia from G&G the same people who love her and think she’s badass amazing mother for doing everything children also love and watch Bridgerton but are call marina most vile cruel things all bc she too wanted to do what was best for her and her child everyone and their mothers how much I love and will die for Penelope but even she’s done unspeakable things to Colin Eloise and his family but they still ship her with him but Marian tries to trap him and she’s the demon span or the devil himself it’s so hilarious to me because it’s not them looking out or caring about Colin it’s them being flat out racist and they act like we don’t see it and pretending to hide their hatred for marina by saying she’s not a good person like ma’am neither is pen when she’s writting most cruel things about the guy she loves and his family and Mariana just say y’all racist and hate Mariana bc of misogynior and go stop hiding behind wanting best for Colin cuz my perfect baby still wanted to marry her and liked her even when pen told him about Mariana plans he understood her and acted like the perfect gentleman he is so don’t even pretend to be doing all that hatred and cruelty and name calling in Colin honour bc he would spit on your face if he wasn’t such a perfect gentleman!

It’s not shocking that a yt show has so many old hag yt woman hating on the one and only black character in a world they think black people don’t belong or shouldn’t be in because it’s not historic accuracy or whatever or don’t think black people don’t exist I haven’t seen polin stans hate Kate but I think they would’ve if she was somehow in the way or was an interesting enough character that was getting attention just because it’s taking away from their self insert yt girl they identify with (bc men probably never looked at them and they feel like Penelope book version at least with how she looks down on herself in comparison to other girls and the men thank god tv pen is amazing badass queen who has her own flaws but bigger better complexities) being centre of the story thankfully was so bland and boring she couldn’t take attention away from anything or anyone which is shame for an actress like Simone!

I don’t even know or like marina or if her name even is marinina because I’ve only seen s2 and I’m pen polin Edwina and Benedict person do not care about anyone else but them and ofc the queen the OG queen ofc! I just think it’s tired seeing so many polin editors making marina out to be devil all bc she lied like my best beautiful hiro Penelope ain’t been lying to her men and bestie for years the hypocrisy the double standards and the obvious racism and misogynior of it all makes me sick to my stomach y’all don’t like her and you are getting your polin season and she ain’t even there nor has she been a problem so why y’all still on her ass it’s weird and it’s showing y’all loser insecurities over a character that’s no longer there who was never ever a thread because show keeps sticking to the books ending so let the girl go and leave in leave and stop this very obvious racism as pen fan y’all make me sick!!

What gets me the most is they like Anthony of all men Anthony the most horrible vile character on that whole show but wanna speak on marina please it’s plain and simple racism anti black and misogynior the end stop lying to yourself making excuses shes mean cruel nah it’s not that it’s bc she’s black and dared to get with ur yt boy fav Colin and tried taking something y’all think belongs to ur yt girl self insert fav Penelope simple af!

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You know, as much as I would love to talk more about ineffable husband/wives/partner/idiots or aziraphale and Crowley. I do want to talk about something that involves God for once. (While stilllll giving me an excuse to talk more about Aziraphale and Crowley 🤭🤭) so spoiler warning ahead:

So, we know God. she’s kinda the focal point of the story, the footprint that everyone goes back to if you will even though we don’t really see what they look like. Sure you can say Metatron is the voice for God as stated in episode 4, season 1 “Saturday Morning Funtime”. So him plus the archangel in a sense speak for God and do whatever bidding she gives them without question, well exactly for Aziraphale and a Crowley; and everyone is quite ready to just shun them just for not complying with the norm. well I saw a post where it said that God isn’t cruel or unjust but rather put all including her most trusted archangels on a test. So I want to add on to their post as I do agree with their statement; it is evident all the way back in episode 1 where she described the whole baby swapping in the metaphor of cards; so I feel the statement is not far off. What I want to add on is, “what if, God intended Aziraphale and Crowley to be nonconformist the true champions that can truly save the world and are soulmates.”

Now, I’ve made a hefty post about Aziraphale as how he’s an outsider to his own side despite his effort is masking his true identity and beliefs. Though I didn’t touch on Crowley, so let’s change that: Crowley was a follower before he became his own leader. What do I mean? Well when we see Season 2, Episode 1, we are confirmed that Aziraphale and Crowley did met way before the Garden of Eden; and one of the first thing we do see if just how joyous Crowley is at his work with the stars. He’s cutely proud of his work that is until Aziraphale breaks the news to him and you see his walks breaking, he is absolutely devastated that his work is basically for nothing and while Aziraphale try to cheer him up, you can also tell this was the start of Crowley’s conscience that would lead to him falling. Now granted, we don’t exactly know why he fell, we going for implications which would most likely be him asking question. And one thing I did mention when talking about Aziraphale is that Heaven think any question regarding the almighty’s plan is treasonous, making you in their word a “traitor”. But what we can get from the implication of the fall is that if it wasn’t for Aziraphale, his conscience wouldn’t have even invented which is a parallel with the garden of eden as Crowley was the reason for Aziraphale’s conscience to be formed as when we get to after that he lied about the sword. I do think this can’t be coincidental, seem like it was dated all along me thinks 🤔

Now, I bring this up, because since we talking about the almighty themself, it could possible be that she wanted this to happen. I mean, if we look at all from season 1 as a whole; we see that all the angels and demons are quiet literally ready to destroy what they created. Eagerly reading to draw their swords or magic to fight; which is really bizarre how after all those years they’re blasé about the apocalypse. Now I’m sure everyone know the ending that the world got saved and they got punished for it; but not by God or even Satan. They’re punished by people of their own side. Which got me analyzing this show for the billion time: don’t you think that God would’ve punish them themself if she was truly serious about this plan to end the world? Or really, since the angels will do it no question asked wouldn’t she have made the ineffable husband/wives/spouse/partner/morons duo more compliant rather than having consciences? Now granted, it can very well be that she did authorize the punishment, I really won’t be surprised as this is the same heaven that gamble Job’s kids just to see if he still righteous. However, my point still stands, if they really wanted to kill earth or even her own creation she could’ve but she didn’t, she wanted this outcome to happen, she wanted to see how this will play out, this is her playing cards and seeing what strategy they’ll use and she got her answer.

Which let me mention when Aziraphale lied really quickly before I get to Job; now, Aziraphale’s lies is an equivalent of glass, you can see right through that he was lying to God and she most likely knows it too. Now I’m not going to say they would’ve smite Aziraphale for it no, that would’ve been over the top, but I felt she couldn’t scolded him like any archangels would’ve but she just did this:

Now, one thing about the almighty is that, they’re all knowing. So her just accepting that; is a bit fishy innit of itself. Especially when it come to a flaming sword at that, which is her taking an interest in Aziraphale’s story, as He’s the only who isn’t rigid or compliant no matter how much he tried to hide it. It only the archangels and Metatron who are judging and ridiculing him for it. Hell Metatron calls Muriel Dim, (which me and Metatron are gonna fight, no one called them dim, they’re angelic), the angels/Metatron are using their status and the fact they work closely with God to “regulate” the things. But the one thing that if you will, raise my eyebrows is that; we never hear what the Almighty have to say about this, even within her narration in season one, not once she would say anything regarding with Aziraphale and/or Crowley’s decision with apocalypse. This is all in a sense her writing their story and see whatever material Azirphale, Crowley and all her angels can handle; just so happen the way Crowley and Aziraphale are handling their material is what capture God’s eye.

Now to talk about the Job episode, yes. The almighty did make a bet with Satan to see if Job is as righteous as he is, by slaughtering everything and everyone but his wife. Because I guess just giving him a task to prove it was a snooze feast. Now, we did see Crowley killing the goat; until they were just birds. Same with the fact that Crowley turn the Kid into geckos instead of killing them. Now, we did see God talk to Job about whales and ostriches (which if that isn’t every single Bible story ever, I don’t know what is) but I feel given that at the end of the story of job, we see the kids come right back again…wouldn’t you think she would’ve intervened? Considering the kids aren’t dead, even the archangels have suspicions if it wasn’t for Aziraphale lying. Not to mention that, wouldn’t she have intervened when Crowley tempted Aziraphale to eat and they talk about the sides? Oh and let me remind y’all from the post when Aziraphale had a breakdown about falling, wouldn’t she had made Aziraphale become a fallen Angel for trying to save children? But she didn’t, she didn’t make aziraphale fall, she didn’t do anything regarding with the change they both did. While sure, the Almighty does win the bet since Job’s still righteous. But she also got to see the ineffable duo developing as they got their heart to heart with each other.

Which going into season 2, we got to the aftermath of season 1, we see that they relatively left the duo “alone” (by alone I mean they straight up abandoned Aziraphale while Shax actually check in on Crowley to exchanged what going on and beelzebub asked for Crowley help when it came to Gabriel). So it kinda hard to speak as this is now just the duos story with no narration, so, I like to think that just maybe, this is God’s taking a backseat and watching the show with us. She is watching the aftermath from season 1; maybe to see how their doing perhaps? Or to see what they’ll do now as there is going to be a sequel to armageddon, which mean we might see Jesus and most likely we going to see God/Satan make their grand appearance and I can’t wait to see that, it going to be insane. But let talk about that sequel.

So I mentioned about the ineffable plan that seem to be a niche to the story, it the one thing people bring up when talking about armageddon and it’s sequel. But, what if I tell you guys that the ineffable plans wasn’t armageddon? And that, the true ineffable plan is for Aziraphale/Crowley to save Heaven, Earth, and Hell?

“But Phantom don’t be silly, how can it be if the world almost ended in season 1?” And you’re right, she did almost let the world to die but Aziraphale,Crowley and Adam stop that from happening as Adam call out his deadbeat ex-dad. But, also as I mention, don’t you think she would’ve intervene and not let their lot speak for her? She could’ve easily visited Aziraphale like she did back at the garden of Eden to tell him to stop his shit or visited Crowley to stop his shit, but again she didn’t, and as the post say the almighty want to see justice to be done, she want to see who would protect the sacred creations she work so hard for for her people. She want to see what just who would “dare” to save everything even if it mean to doubt her plan, so maybe she calls armageddon the ineffable plan to cover up what the true ineffable plan is: to save all in the name of justice. And while the archangel listen and is willing to go through the “ineffable plan”; Aziraphale and Crowley are indirectly completing the true ineffable plan, her two creation whom are the only one with conscience are doing what a true angels/hero should do: protect and defend. And they are definitely going to be rewarded and recognize for saving humanity and listening to their heart rather than complying just because “it is what it is”.

Now the soulmates part, look I know season 2 had us all in tears. Trust me. I’ve been crying since the beginning of august because of it. I’ve been reading fanfic to cope. But I’m telling you, it not a divorce, because you know what, I have a feeling the almighty ships these two morons as much as the next person. Because, she had plenty of times to smite them or if you will, punish them. She have that power to do so, she did it with Adam and Eve; she has it in them, but she didn’t. And I think, this was what is meant to be, Aziraphale was meant to meet Crowley (or whatever his angelic name was suppose to be), he was meant to meet him again in garden of Eden, he was meant to befriend Crowley, to spend six thousand years with him and fall in love with him just as it was meant for Crowley to protect, to talk to him and love him in return. While yes, they would be considered star-crossed lovers but I don’t think it doomed, she the biggest shipper since they never try stopping it, she never tried to break them apart, and above all never disapproves of them. It just that archangels/metatron are so corrupted with their self righteousness that they misconstrue anything in the name of the lord which you can say is a great way to depict toxicity with religious as we see that Aziraphale truly suffered in the hand of the side that is suppose to true all equally but excludes him for being different, so having Crowley be the only person that never judge Aziraphale but instead indulge and supports it with him mean that these two were created with the image of them fitting with each other like a puzzle pieces. She have plans for them for sure, this isn’t over for them; it might ended on a painful note as metatron got what he wanted, Aziraphale’s masking again and Crowley lost the one thing that light up the dark by the end of the tunnel. But I’m sure, she will give them an happily ever after and that there not star-crossed, they’re not doomed, they never had and never will.

I guess thank for coming to my tedtalk? Sorry for my rambling, I just realize not a lot talk about the almighty. I get why as she a footprint to the story and that the true starts are the ineffable lovers. This show have me in a choke hold, and this is just my excuse to talk about this. You are more than welcome to disagree or agree with me, all opinions are valid 💜. Hope you guys are having a fun day, and hope you’re feeling good after good omens. Because I’m still going through it lmao.

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