#crowley's secret is safe for another day

[di-42]

Apology of Aziraphale

Like for many of us, Good Omens has been an almost constant thought since when I watched season 2. Like many of us, I'm heartbroken and I need to make sense of something that appears to be senseless. Why were we led to believe we were in a much safer, if, admittedly, slightly less eventful, place for the whole season only to have our hearts mauled and our precious, peaceful  fragile existences turned upside down in the last 10 minutes?

So, like many of us, I immersed myself in fanart, fanfiction, more characters analysis than I can count and different interpretation pieces to try and make sense of it all and attempt to make it to season 3 (or the promised book, if it all goes horribly wrong) with some of my sanity left.

Although I am sure there must be analysis that read the (in)famous last 10 minutes the way I do -because I CAN'T be the only one- I am yet to read any.

So, though I'm no writer, I thought someone had to play, well, the Angel's advocate.

For the sake of brevity, I'm not going to consider the coffee theory, the body swap theory, the theories that see the Metatron offer as a genuine offer or the theories that see Aziraphale as a power-hungry angel (I mean, COME ON!)

The theories I'm going to confute here are the Aziraphale-still-thinks-heaven-is-good-and-can-be-fixed theory, the Aziraphale-hasn't-recovered-from-his-religious-trauma theory, the Aziraphale-wants-to-do-the-right-thing-even-if-it-means-sacrificing-his-own-happiness theory and the Aziraphale-is-lying-to-keep-Crowley-safe theory.

I do wholeheartedly agree with the theory that has the Metatron make an either, direct or indirect threat to Crowley's very existence were Aziraphale not to go to heaven. I believe this would be the only possible explanation for Aziraphale's choice, only not in the way it's been talked about so far.

It would also explain the narrative device of us (the audience) be shown the conversation between Aziraphale and the Metatron only through Aziraphale's recount of it. Not that it needs an explanation other than "we wanted to do it like that and if you don't like it you're at liberty to go". But still.

 Aziraphale-still-thinks-heaven-is-good-and-can-be-fixed theory

Good Omens is a story about Faith. Aziraphale is an Angel of Faith. Aziraphale has nothing but Faith. Aziraphale's Faith is unshakable. Going by what we are shown in season 2, Aziraphale's Faith lies entirely in Crowley. "I knew you would come through for me. You always do". In season one we see that he's not quite there yet up until just before the almost Armageddon and in the scenes set in the past his reactions at Crowley coming to the rescue are more "I was hoping but not assuming" rather than plain, confident Faith.

But in season 2 we are shown a different Angel. Someone, in another post, suggested that the minisodes in season 2 are in fact Aziraphale's memories, so we see them from his present day POV. I don't know if it's the case but it would make much sense as we see that Faith, that blind trust in Crowley that Aziraphale acquires during/just after almostgeddon in those minisodes. The whole season is shouting at us "The Angel trusts the Demon with his life! The Angel trusts the Demon with the humans' lives! With children's lives! The Angel trusts the Demon with his secrets, the Angel trusts the Demon with his bookshop, the Angel trusts the Demon with his magic tricks! The Angel trusts the Demon completely, blindly, unquestionably."Are you sure, angel?" "Yes, quite sure"; "I'm getting the humans out of here and then I'm coming back. I won't leave you on your own" "I know"; "I knew you would come through for me. You always do.".

Where does Heaven-is-good-and-can-be-fixed theory come into play in this? It doesn't. Aziraphale has all but forgotten heaven. He doesn't need it. It has been shown to Aziraphale, over and over, that heaven is not better than hell. Heaven is a distant, unpleasant memory of the past. It can be scary but it's certainly not where his Faith lies, certainly not something he sees as good, hasn't for a long time. Aziraphale is not a soldier of the army of Truth, Aziraphale is a heroic deserter of the army of Deception. "I've made my position quite clear". I believe we would be doing Aziraphale a great disservice if we quietly accepted that the Metatron's speech changed that quite clear position in a matter of minutes (or hours, or years, for that matters). If nothing else, I believe NG loves his and TP's child too much to set him back to a place where he thinks heaven is good and can be fixed.

So: Aziraphale thinks heaven is bad and can't be fixed.

Aziraphale-hasn't-recovered-from-his-religious-trauma theory

And thinks he can't love Crowley freely on Earth because that would be a sin. But he could love Crowley of a heavenly love were Crowley to become an Angel and that's why he let the Metatron convince him to return to heaven and take Crowley with him. He and Crowley can be together and be safe.

Have we watched the same series? Aziraphale is so ready! He's happily out on the other side waiting for Crowley to join him! I honestly think his arch regarding this is complete. He is a different character to the one we were introduced to at the beginning (and before the beginning, too), he's done the learning and the growing and HE. IS. READY.

Look at how comfortable he is when Crowley is around, look at his body language. Look at the way he looks at Crowley, well, always, but just to mention a few scenes: the apology dance, Crowley talking to Muriel about love; "smitten, I believe" and my favourite: the way Aziraphale looks at Crowley when Crowley mentions Alpha Centauri to Gabriel and Belzebub. Micheal-the-king-of-all-the-wild-acting-Sheen manages to makes his pupils dilate and tell us what Aziraphale is telling Crowley: "you are talking to me and I know you are talking to me. And I am ready. You just watch me pack my best waistcoats and we can be in Alpha Centauri tonight. I'll miracle an orchestra just so that you can invite me to dance and you'd better invite me to dance this time. I'll stare into your eyes for eternity and I'll kiss you and I'll love you like no one has ever loved before. And as soon as this lot is gone I'll tell you that because I. Am. So. Ready".

Aziraphale-wants-to-do-the-right-thing-even-if-it-means-sacrificing-his-own-happiness theory

Aziraphale senses that something is wrong and thinks that the only way to avoid disaster for humanity is an act of sabotage from the inside.

I believe this could be true to an extent (though I'm hoping to see something more dramatic that an act of sabotage) but I don't see it being the reason why he accepts the offer. It appears that Aziraphale learns about the Second Coming only after everything was said and done with Crowley and besides, didn't they manage to avoid Armageddon once before, the two of them together, from Earth? And if this was the reason he's accepting the offer, why hurt Crowley so badly? Aziraphale knows that Crowley won't go back to heaven, he knows that suggesting he be turned back into an Angel must be insulting, does he really believe this to be the best way to handle the situation? The Metatron might have been watching, someone will say but still, why hurt Crowley so much? He loves Crowley, he trusts him, did he really need to punch so low just to make him understand the gravity of the situation? It almost looked as he was deliberately trying to drive him away.

Which leads us to...

Aziraphale-is-lying-to-keep-Crowley-safe theory

This theory is the closest to what I believe happened in that it's based on the threat theory. The Metatron threatens Something Terrible will happen to Crowley unless Aziraphale goes back to heaven for good. Being erased from The Book Of Life comes to mind. That would of course be an ongoing, eternal threat to live under. Aziraphale can take Crowley to heaven as well, it doesn't really matter. If Crowley accepts, he will be reinstated as an angel so as not to cause too much trouble. If Crowley declines, it's just as well in the Metatron's eyes.

I'm not sure whether the Metatron really believes Aziraphale to be naive and easily manipulated or if he's having to make do with plan B given that (in my personal opinion) heaven doesn't actually have the Book Of Life and therefore can't take more drastic measures against Aziraphale and Crowley.

According to this theory, Aziraphale lies to Crowley as to what the real reason is of him accepting the offer. If he told the truth, Aziraphale knows Crowley will try and stop him,  will insist on running away together. Crowley won't care about the threat: the only way to keep Crowley safe is to hurt him, to break his heart.

Aziraphale knows that freedom is more important than safety for Crowley. Always going his own way, always asking questions.

Crowley WOULD tell the Metatron where to stick it.

Aziraphale knows that Crowley would always put freedom above safety. We have known Crowley for roughly 500 pages and 12 42-to-60 minute episodes and we know it, Aziraphale has known Crowley for over 6000 years, surely he must know too.

Except...

"I knew you would come through for me. You always do".

Crowley would always put freedom above his own safety.

"I knew you would come through for me. You always do".

But what would Crowley do once the penny dropped and he realised that he wouldn't be the only one in danger? That Aziraphale would be under threat too if he refused to go to heaven?

"I knew you would come through for me. You always do".

Crowley wouldn't allow any danger to come to Aziraphale and Aziraphale knows it only too well. Would Crowley just accept to part ways without the heartbreak, if he knew about the threat? If he knew this was the only real reason of Aziraphale "accepting" the offer? Would Crowley accept to part ways, knowing that Aziraphale is sacrificing everything? Knowing that Aziraphale would always be in danger anyway, no matter what? I believe Aziraphale thinks Crowley wouldn't just leave him. "I knew you would come through for me. You always do". 

I believe Aziraphale thinks, and I with him, that Crowley would hang his head low and follow Aziraphale to heaven, admitting defeat. 

I believe that over his dead, discorporated, erased from The Book Of Life body, would Aziraphale let that happen. Crowley, who gifted humanity with the ability to tell good from evil and the freedom to choose between the two, reduced to be an angel again at the mercy of heaven, deprived of free will. Aziraphale won't allow that. 

Aziraphale is not lying to keep Crowley safe. He's lying to keep Crowley free.

What Aziraphale will do is being the hero we always knew he was going to be. What Aziraphale will do is gifting Crowley the freedom he didn't know he was about to lose.

What Aziraphale will do is telling Crowley he's one of the bad guys but he can be turned good again and be second in command in heaven, nonetheless. The side of Truth, of Light. Aziraphale will listen to Crowley saying things that don't bear listening to right now and he will look at Crowley in the eye and tell him that nothing lasts forever. He will utter the words "I forgive you" after a kiss he has been longing for, for so long. He will break Crowley's heart and his own in the process but he'll make sure Crowley keeps his freedom, be that the last thing he does.

I believe that if we, the audience, had any doubt as to which side Aziraphale chooses, then we really weren't paying attention for the last 6000 years. 

I believe now it will be time for Crowley to complete his arch and do the growing and the learning. Wonderful, brave, generous, compassionate, wounded Crowley. He said "trust me", Crowley. He said "trust me".

But Angel, oh Angel. You, just like Crowley, mean so much to us. Oh, the magic of storytelling! You both really do mean so much to so many of us and we just want to take your hand and tell you that everything will be ok in the end. 

But there's sorrow on the way and pain and loneliness. And possibly another Armageddon to prevent.

But Angel, oh Angel. Don't lose your Faith. Ultimately, you do know it, do you not?

You know he will come through for you. He always does.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #aziraphale #azicrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable fandom

[bitethedustfools]

TWST Story Idea (11)

Yuu= He/Him cuz its people pov

The coffin did not contain a single person but instead two people, stuffed in together uncomfortably: a boy and a girl whose appearances mirrored each other as expected of twins.

Crowley did not know this when he first declared Grim and one of the twins to be two in one package students because one wandered off when this happened. Once united, the twins realized that if they admitted there was a third person, it would either be the other twin or Grim, who might not be able to go to NRC.

They had made the decision to fool everyone that there were only two beings instead of three living in the ramshackle dorm, just so that no one could separate them.

The twins became one person, exchanging places every day and making sure they detailed their day down to the specifics in case someone asked them.

Since they had different genders and personalities, naturally, their behavior didn't match up, so they tried to create another persona mixing some of their characteristics instead of creating a new one, which would be hard to play the role.

The way they moved was easy to mimic because they were twins who had done everything together, but sometimes it was easy to forget who they were supposed to be, leading to the image falling apart. So, the persona must have a certain gait made from a mix of them.

The same goes for the rest of their characteristics. They took the differences between them and mixed them into one. The soft-spoken girl and the hot-tempered boy became a person who was well-mannered but wouldn't be afraid to retaliate. The brain and the brawn combined to be a competent person.

This person was Yuu, a persona which the twins must become so that their secrets are safe.

It was hard to maintain this persona, but the twins got to rest some days when it wasn't their turn, and the paperwork dropped by Crowley was done much faster with two people. In addition, one could even go to school while the other did some errands outside of school. This meant easy money stockpile, although it dwindled slightly since there were three living beings now.

They were certain that their secret was safe, even though some had cast suspicious looks at them, but no one had ever spoken out loud about it, so that was fine.

However, being seen as something not entirely human did not crossed their minds.

-

Everyone thought Yuu was strange. Almost all who paid more attention would notice that there was something wrong with him.

Yuu's voice couldn't stay the same tone. It changed frequently and subtly. It would be low and high-pitched, like a normal male voice trying to sound a bit like a woman, and another would resemble a young boy trying to imitate a man's voice by deepening it.

They thought Yuu was messing with them or it was just his way of talking. Not that they fully believed it, but it was better to ignore things, you know?

Often, Yuu spoke politely, and then the next moment, he would send a glare or speak with a hardened tone to someone who managed to offend him in some way. People didn't really get scared at that, seeing as it was just a mild scolding.

Another day, he would do the same, but it was different. This one seemed forced when speaking softly, yet when he was mad, that's when it was the most genuine, and it scared most people.

Someone once caught Yuu looking at a mirror and practicing his expression.

The said person thought it was funny until Yuu said, "My facial muscles are too stiff. I can't get it right."

They all thought Yuu was similar to Floyd, but clearly, this was a different case.

And not to mention, Yuu's movements seemed calculated, as though he was scared of making a mistake. Sometimes they were too stiff, and other times there were too many sways or the steps were irregular, and so on. Some noticed that Yuu's eyes widened slightly before assuming a certain gait that the others had seen plenty of times.

"I almost forgot how to do this…" his murmurs could still be heard, and it made everyone break into cold sweats rapidly.

Some beastmen thought they smelled the scent of a female on Yuu, but the next day it was male. It was different every day, and sometimes it happened in a row. He confronted Yuu one day and was met with a blank face, and then a rather tight smile.

He did not get an answer, but the next few days, the scent of a male on Yuu continued, and Yuu's gaze bore into his soul with a vicious glare.

His mind had come to a conclusion that Yuu was not human.

Some say they witnessed Yuu's doppelganger in some random place before stumbling upon another Yuu, which frightened most people because Yuu denied having seen them, and he had an alibi with Grim.

Yuu's friends, the first-years, thought that Yuu and the ramshackle dorm were weird and creepy. Often, they would hear Yuu talking to himself or loud noises coming from a different room or sudden shuffling when they looked back.

Yuu had them all convinced to announce their presence before opening a room because of ghosts or something. Yuu would also cook plenty and then eat and leave one serving behind, telling them not to touch it.

Yuu would then leave the room and return after a couple of seconds to eat that one serving, much to everyone's confusion and surprise. After all, Yuu usually ate little, and sometimes the plate was full, but this time, there were two plates.

When asked, Yuu who devoured the food almost like a starving animal simply replied, "I'm hungry."

Seeing his everyday strange quirks, the meaning simply changed into something else.

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst yuu #writing prompt #Yuu somehow got mistaken as not human #Them: What are you...? #Yuu *smile tight cuz confuse: Im a human? #Them: no youre not :( #When people mistaken you as a monster trying to pretend to be a human when youre actually trying hide your twin. #no gaslighting only misunderstanding #Yuu: Did you found out my secret? #Them: We know youre pretending to be a human. #Yuu: Hold up

[lauriegraham01]

rare is this love, keep it covered

pairing: crowley x angel!reader, gn!reader

summary: sneaking behind heaven and hells back, you and crowley reach the end of the road and he has to make a choice whether or not to let you in

tw: angst, fighting, religious themes, hurt/comfort, lotta hurt at first tho

wc: 1,615

a/n: inspiration stems from run by hozier

In the eons of Crowley's existence there had been very few times where they've felt true pain. Living through devastating natural and manmade disasters, the rise and fall of empires, famine, and death - none of those had left an impact on them quite like the your absence has made in their life.

You and Crowley's relationship could be described as corrupt in the eyes of Heaven and Hell if they knew the true nature of it. The truth was that the two of you had spent centuries pining over each other, but neither of you had acted on it in fear of punishment and bearing the wrath and hatred of some other mans belief. Despite this, you two managed. You knew where your relationship stood, and with this you came to love each other in secret, laws of Heaven and Hell neglected whenever you were in each other's embrace.

Life with the fallen angel was exhilarating, Crowley brought out a side of you that you never thought possible. Danger and mischief seemed to always lurk around the corner but you didn't mind because you knew you were safe as long as you were by Crowley's side. You rubbed off the demon as well, you amplified the gentle side that you knew was always there but they just kept hidden, locked away. You showed them what it felt like to be loved unconditionally and you brought a light into Crowley's life that they'd been searching for since the fall.

While embarking on adventures and loving each other through the monumental and the mundane- the highs were high, but the lows were abysmal. Crowley had their flaws, and you weren't perfect by any means. So whenever you would clash, it felt like the dread of an oncoming war. Pain and destruction would remain whenever you and Crowley were at your worst, and this time you felt that things were too broken, too devastated, too damned to mend.

It had been four months since you left Crowley's apartment in the middle of the night without so much as a note telling of your whereabouts. Crowley, still blinded by their anger brushed it off and assumed that you would return once you've cooled down. But days, turned into weeks, and months and after four months away without so much as a letter or a phone call from you, Crowley knew that the situation was graver than previously imagined. Their self-loathing was immensable, knowing that it was their actions and self-sabotaging that drove you away. It took another angelic intervention to be able to find their way back to you. Aziraphale was the only one who knew of your whereabouts and swore to not say a word of it to anyone - but when his demon friend came into his bookshop, bloodshot eyed and begging to know where you were, well he couldn't help himself.

That's where Crowley found themself now, on coastal roads in the south of France. Growing more impatient and anxious the closer they got to your address. You heard that precious Bentley from miles away before you even heard the knock on your door.

"Piss off!" You shouted bitterly from the other side of the door.

"How'd you bloody even know it was me?" Crowley said surprised that you immediately knew it was them.

"The only one who comes to visit is the mailman and he doesn't blast Queen!"

"Sounds like you need a better mailman," Crowley muttered to themself underneath their breath.

"Look would you just open the fucking d-" Crowley then heard the creaking of a gate opening and closing not too far off in the distance. Groaning in frustration, they march off behind the cottage you were staying at until they find the gate and is met with the sight of you trekking your way through the sands on the rather solitary beach.

Rushing to the shore to meet you, Crowley's met with the raging sea foaming with your loneliness.

"Save it Crowley, I don't want to hear whatever it is you have to say," you shout at them without sparing a look behind as you stomp your way to shoreline where the seafoam of the moving waves soaked your bare feet.

"Well that's not very nice of you, angel," Crowley quips back mockingly.

"You've used up all my niceties, Crowley. I have no more grace to offer you."

"Look love, i'm terribly sorry, okay? I'm sorry for the way we left things when you left. Now can we go home and get off of this fucking beach, you know how much I hate sand."

"No, Crowley." Finally facing them, your cold stare and unwavering tone catches Crowley off guard.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said no," you responded bitterly.

"Look y/n, I know how I am. I'm all ill tempered and hateful and push everyone away until they bugger off for good but for my sake y/n will you just please get in the car?"

"No, Crowley. You hurt me, okay? You don't get to come here and think an apology is going to fix what's shattered here. It doesn't work like that...not this time." As your voice trailed off at the end you stand up taller as you look Crowley in the eye.

Beats of silence pass between the two of you as Crowley tries to find the words to say. They knew it would be hard to be able to clean up the mess they've made, but your cold stare in your eyes made them uneasy in ways they've never felt. Here, you looked almost unrecognizable from the way Crowley's always know you since the dawn of creation. Eyes of wonder that looked into your ancient soul had always been a stark contrast to their hungry eyes carried by sneering menagerie. But now that light of wonder was windowed by pain, and at their hand. Crowley took note of the darkened sky above them and the distant thunder that rolled over the sea. Crowley could feel your anger and pain as you shifted the weather, winds growing stronger as you stood unmoving in front of them. Crowley felt crisp trepidation washing over them, a dread weighing down on them as it settled deep within their stomach.

"You knew what you were signing up for the day that we," flinging their hand between the two of you, "...became us. I told you from the very beginning that I'm too much, I'm scarred and torn beyond repair and I've built walls to protect myself and you from that pain, from that ugly shame."

"That never scared me and you know it, Crowley. I know who you were, who you've always been but you know that you don't have to suffer alone. It hurts me to see you carrying it all alone when I can help."

"S'not fair to you. You deserve better."

"I don't want better Crowley, I want you!" Lighting striking down as you exasperatedly shout back at them.

"I am somewhere outside your life, Crowley. I keep scratching but somehow I can't get in!"

Beneath your sky and punishing cold, Crowley knew that they couldn't live without you. That would be true Hell to them. With their serpent eyes never leaving yours, Crowley does something they haven't done since before the fall. Body slowing sinking down, they kneel before you. As the wind howls through their ginger locks, your breath hitches at the scene in front of you. Marveled at the sight of Crowley baring their onliness.

"My life is in your hands. It always has been."

Their hands creep up, knuckles turning white from clutching onto your side tightly as if with just a thought- in an instant you too would be washed away by the waves.

"In all of my eternity living-aimlessly walking through this earth, for once I see the truth in you. No one sees me but you. Forget Heaven and Hell, they're just words to me. I surrender my life to you, y/n."

The storm raging of ancient misery you've conjured slowly grows weaker as their words fully sink into your soul. You knew Crowley was good at heart, that they weren't inherently evil, but with them kneeling at your feet, their soul exposed and in your hands.

Sinking slowly into the ground you kneel in front of them, as you remain eye-leveled with Crowley you lift your hands to slowly caress their face and upon contact their eyes shut as a shudder escapes their lips. Feeling the dried tears that had fallen down their cheeks.

"Our sides may think that there is something wretched about this but I don't give a damn-I know there's something precious about this. Rare is this love Crowley, I need you to vow to keep it covered."

"With my wretched soul."

A small shudder of a chuckle leaves your lips and for the first time in a very long time, hope embeds itself into your heart with the promise of blossoming fully.

"Your wretched is my precious, my dear."

Crowley's lips curve into a small smile as their chest sinks, exhaling airs of tension they had bottled up.

With arms snaking their way around you even tighter, Crowley pulls you in as they crashes their lips onto yours. Desperate and all consuming, devouring each other other in attempts to make up for all the love lost and this new beginning you've found. With burning lungs you pull away and press your foreheads against theirs. Catching your breath you open your eyes to find Crowley's loving gaze already staring at you.

"Know that I love you, y/n," Crowley confesses hoarsely.

"I know," you say breathlessly. "I love you, Crowley."

#good omens #neil gaiman #crowley x reader #crowley x you #crowley x y/n #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #gomens #good omens!crowley #david tennant #martin sheen

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Masterlist

Hello hello finally got around to making a masterlist, hope yall enjoy

Masterlist Key

🥰=Fluff

🫣=Smut

🥲=Angst

Hannibal

Hannibal: An ethical issue

Will: Nightcap

Triple Frontier

Santi/Frankie: Two is better than one🫣🥰

Saltburn

Oliver: The birthday boy🫣

One Piece

Luffy: Love bites 🫣

Usopp: Shoot your shot 🫣 (request)

Sanji: Forbidden fruit 🫣

Good omens

Crowley: To love and be loved

Crowley X Aziraphale: Together

The last of us

Joel:A way to quiet the mind🫣

Joel and Tommy: Sharing is caring🫣

Joel: The things we do for those we love🥰

Joel: Tough guy act🥰🫣

The Marauders

Remus lupin: Late night whispers🥰

Remus Lupin:Bloddy Boggart🥰🥲

Remus Lupin : Mirror of erised🥰

Remus Lupin: The bet🥰

Sirius Black: The older brother pt1 🥰🫣

Sirius Black: The older brother pt2🥰🫣

Remus Lupin: The reunion🥲🥰🫣

Marvel

Eddie Brock: When you love something, you protect it🥰

Eddie Brock: Late night confessions🥰

Matt Murdock: When the world went quiet🥰

Matt Murdock: Safe and Sound🥰

Frank Castle: Spaghetti and Meatballs🥰🫣

Frank Castle: Dead Man walking🥰

Frank Castle: Bloody Savior🥰🫣

Frank Castle: The secrets we keep (request)🥰

Star Wars

Cassian Andor: Rescue Mission🥰

Cassian Andor: Hold me even if your hands are bloody

Poe Dameron: Stubborn to a fault🥰

Din Djarin: Another day🥰🥲

Din Djarin: Yours🥰

Din Djarin: Guilty Pleasure 🫣

Arcane

Slico: Revelations (There are 5 parts)🥰

Silco: The agreement (There are 2 parts)🥰

Silco: Unlikely alliance

Viktor: Guardian angel🥰

Viktor: Slow dancing in the dark (there are 2 parts)🥰

Midnight Mass

Sheriff Hassan: The new sheriff in town🥲

Sheriff Hassan: So this is the end🥰🥲

Avatar

Lo'ak: Reborn🥰

Neteyam: Reckless Behaviour🥰

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson: A helping hand🥰

Wednesday

Tyler: Not a monster, just done monstrous things

Xavier: Unrequited love🥲

Morbius

Milo(Lucian): I see red🫣

Milo (Lucian):You belong to me🫣

Milo(Lucian): Eternal (request)

#joel fanfiction #pedro pascal joel miller #joel tlou #joel the last of us #joel x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #pedro pascal smut #the last of us fanfiction #lo'ak x reader #lo'ak sully #avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #avatar fanfiction #avatar #eddie fanfiction #eddie munson #eddie brock #eddie #eddie x reader #fanfic #smut tag #the marauders #midnight mass #marvel #mauraders #matt #the maruaders

[goodomensafterdark]

Writers Guild - Whisked Off My Feet

Author: throwawayaccount_rdt on Reddit

CW/TW: First time, love confessions, Crowley is a virgin, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, Crowley has a vulva, Aziraphale has a penis, fluffness overload and fun miscommunications. Author enjoys sweet lovemaking and makes it everyone's problem.

Summary:

Aziraphale is reminded of his pandemic-acquired hobby of baking due to the upcoming Valentine’s Day holiday. And he knows just who he wants to be his Valentine. Safe to say, things do not go as planned as millennia-long secrets come to light.

Excerpt:

Valentine’s Day came, and Aziraphale enjoyed a cup of tea while he sorted through the Cooking section of the bookshop. After having watched too many reruns of The Great British Bake-Off while sulking, he was struck by an idea.

Crowley had never tasted Aziraphale’s baking. This was mostly because he didn’t really have a habit of baking, besides a one-week frenzy during the pandemic after he had given up on knitting and caught up on his reading. His attempt at a sweater had ended up coming out like a scarf, and he couldn’t even eat it afterwards.

This was a much more enjoyable endeavor, and he even had the opportunity to share his baked goods with three friendly teenagers from the neighborhood who came to visit him one night, apparently looking for the cash box (what for, Aziraphale couldn’t say. The ancient thing hadn’t seen as much as a penny since the 1940’s). Though he had to inform them social distance was still to be maintained, he was happy to send them home with Tupperware full to the brim with cake.

And he was an angel, for God’s sake, of course he enjoyed doing nice things for others, and he cared about his friends. And if he happened to bake a heart-shaped cake on a particular holiday to gift to his best friend, it was purely coincidental, really.

...

“You got a card… for me.”

“I thought that much was obvious,” Crowley mumbled.

“Why?” Aziraphale looked intently at the nape of his neck, wishing that the demon would turn around and face him more than anything. He needed to see him.

“Because – I thought – fuck, angel. Because I wanted you to have a nice bloody Valentine’s Day,” he gulped, “with me.”

“With you,” he repeated, plainly.

Crowley turned back to face him. He had forgotten to put his glasses back on, and Aziraphale could have sworn the demon looked almost vulnerable.

“No need to say it like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like it’s a bad thing for me to want.”

“Do you?”

“Do I what, Aziraphale?” Crowley breathed deep, mentally counting down from ten to calm himself down. It was one thing to love your best friend unrequitedly, and another different one to be outright rejected.

“Want?” Aziraphale nearly squeaked. He straightened himself to try again, “want me?”

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#good omens after dark #goad #good omens #good omens fanfic #writers of after dark #goad valentines exchange

[blackopals-world]

Hello! First time making a request haha- Can I request a idol!Yuu please? My personal favourites to see this with is Vil, Idia, Azul and Lilia but you can write others as well if you want to! Have a good day/night! :D ~ Idia nonnie <3

Ooo~ Fresh asker~ Nice to meat you. Yes, I do mean meat. Just know I got both of your requests and will try to fulfill both. I had a plan to write something like this before. In the future, I may write something closer to what you're imagining but if you've read my fic before you know that I tend to put my own spin on things. Shoot me a message if you want me to write something else.

It's Your Party (so do what you want to)

Idol!femYuu (originally Party Planner!Yuu but scrapped) x Vil, Idia, Azul, and Lilia

Ace

Yuu stared at her ceiling and wondered how she got there. She was going to kill Crowley for this. He assigned her to help plan the campus birthday parties. Why did everyone have to have one of those? Thankfully she only had to write down what the dorms wanted so she can forward the bill to the administration.

Still, it has a pain in the ass.

It only got worse a few weeks before Ace's birthday when he found(snooped) her notebook and read her notes. Instead of notes for a lecture, he missed he found lyrics. Lyrics were written about a certain headmaster and how agitating he was.

Pay no attention

to the man behind the curtain

He's a brainless, heartless, coward

with no power

That's just another trick of his

He ain't no wiz

don't fear his fire

Jump in my balloon,

I'll take you higher

Take you somewhere over the rainbow

Get your ticket to the show

Heels click, and here we go

Cuz you already know

There's no place like (home)

Ace immediately took advantage and when Yuu asked what to book for his party, he asked for Yuu to sing. Which got him a rolled-up bundle of papers to the head. It resulted in Ace begging her to stop hitting him.

Yuu only agreed when Ace said that as his friend she should want to make his birthday special.

Yuu was staring blankly at the ceiling trying to figure out what song to write. She didn't write happy-go-lucky birthday songs. She wanted something meaningful rather than just mushy. But they were friends so she should make something good.

If he wants a show so bad, she'll give him one hell of a show.

When the curtains opened up on stage she was dressed in a bunny-themed short dress with white ears and fluffy bracelets.

She gazed out into the crowd before she spotted Ace at the head table with their other friends who waved at her.

My friends don't walk, they run

Skinny dip in rabbit holes for fun

Popping, popping balloons with guns

Getting high off helium

We paint white roses red

Each shade from a different person's head

This dream, dream is a killer

Getting drunk with a blue caterpillar

Ace and the gang cheered her on as she danced.

I'm peeling the skin off my face

'Cause I really hate being safe

The normals, they make me afraid

The crazies, they make me feel sane

There was some gawking from the audience at that line.

I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad

The craziest friend that you've ever had

You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone

Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong

Over the bend, entirely bonkers

You like me best when I'm off my rocker

Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed

So what if I'm crazy? The best people are

All the best people are crazy

All the best people are

As she sang she gestured for Ace to come up to the stage which he complied. He stood at the edge of the stage as Yuu bent down to his level.

Where is my prescription?

Doctor, doctor, please listen

My brain is scattered

You can be Alice, I'll be the Mad Hatter

As she said this her hand when to his cheek before she pinched it roughly. Yeah, she was still mad at him.

Still, she closed out the song well after this. She still had a few more songs to follow after this.

The party was a blast though.

Vil

Another day, another birthday. That fiasco at Ace's party made everyone believe Yuu has now a part of the party package.

Sure enough, she made sure Crowley was signing her checks for every song because she wasn't paid for planning.

It's still a pain though. It's not that she didn't like it, it just the clients.

So speak of the devil and he shall appear.

Vil's party order had come in and Yuu's name was written as the entertainer. Part of the request was a song written just for Vil.

So he wants her to sing his praises literally. Typical. She will charge extra for it. (she actually enjoys this)

She made sure the stage was set up in the center of the ballroom so she could be seen from all angles. A red carpet would be laid out leading toward Vil's throne.

Midway through the event as Vil finished his speech and sat on his throne Yuu entered the venue. Dressed to the nines with a peacock dress and blowing kisses.

She grabbed the mic and the lights dimmed on everything but her.

"I dedicate my first song to our fair queen and my number 1 celebrity crush. Long may he reign victorious in the popular polls."

Vil practically glowed from the praise as he awaited to hear her sing for him. Like a good little songbird.

Number 1, number 1, number 1, oh, yeah,

Number 1, number 1, number 1, oh, yeah,

So glad I found you,

So glad I found you, boy,

I've been dreamin' 'bout you

You got me feeling extra good, whoo

Would you come with me to a place in my dream? Whoo, yeah

Would you follow me, it could be alright,

But would you come with me to a place in my dream?

You're music, tonight

Yuu never looked at the crowd. Her eyes only fell on Vil. No one else in the room was worthy enough for her gaze. This song was about him and for him.

Oh,

I think about my number 1

Oh,

You can never be the one in wonder

I don't need to play another love song

Whoop,

'Cause baby, you're my number 1

Number 1, number 1, number 1, oh, yeah,

Number 1, number 1, number 1, oh,

Number 1, number 1, number 1, oh, yeah,

Number 1, number 1, number 1, oh,

Yuu began descending the stage as she strutted towards Vil as the lights followed her. Vil's eyes widened slightly as she stood in front of him.

You got that something

Not like the other boys

Vil's shock turned to a smug smile as he leaned forward.

I wanna just love it

This is the moment in my history

That you come with me to a place in my dream

But you follow me, could be alright

Would you come with me to a place in my dream? Whoo, yeah

You're music tonight

Yuu leaned down to meet him and as she sang her lips almost brushed against his before she retreated. The gasps from the scandalized crowd turned into cheers. The shutters of the cameras couldn't be heard over the music.

Yuu ended the song as she went back to the stage to finish her set.

Vil was more than satisfied with her performance. So much so that he tried to get her into music agency.

His secret goal was to make her into a celebrity idol so they could become the next power couple.

Azul

Yuu knew what to expect when Azul's request landed on her desk. Everything was already organized from the decor to the menu. The invoice would be a hassle though.

Jade made sure to press how much Azul was looking forward to seeing Yuu perform. Yuu rolled her eyes because she was already told that the school isn't covering the cost of the entertainment due to the lounge being private venue.

Azul and Yuu had to go back and forth about the deal. Azul wanted something show-stopping for his party. Something that suits the lounge atmosphere. Yuu agreed but it wasn't actually easy to write the songs.

On the day of the party, they set up early as Yuu stayed in the back to finish getting ready.

Once the celebration began she sauntered into the dining area and began engaging with the crowd as always. Greeting and making her way to Azul, parting the bystanders as she went.

She gave Azul a little peck on the cheek before leaving his side for the stage. Azul waved her off as his cheeks turned red. There would be none of that until her work was done.

Yuu laughed as she took Jade's hand and was led to the aquarium backdropped stage. Stepping onto the lounge stage felt like returning to an old friend.

She stepped towards the mic stand and listened for the first notes.

Do I look lonely?

I see the shadows on my face

People have told me I don't look the same

Maybe I lost weight

I'm playing hooky with the best of the best

Put my heart on my chest so that you can see it, too

I'm walking the long road, watching the sky fall

The lace in my dress tingles your neck, how will you live?

As she said this line she gestured to her dess and shook her hips causing a few whistles from the crowd.

The death of a bachelor

Oh oh

Letting the water fall

The death of a bachelor

Oh oh

Seems so fitting for

Happily ever after (woo)

How could I ask for more?

A lifetime of laughter

At the expense of the death of a bachelor

Yuu smiled as she geared up for her favorite part. Azul had been such a pain with the details for tonight and she would give him his show-stopper. She nodded to Floyd who sweet her off the stage and placed her firmly on the ground as she began walking towards Azul who was sitting in the mist of the crowd.

I'm cutting my mind off

Feels like my heart is going to burst

Alone at a table for two and I just wanna be served

And when you think of me am I the best you've ever had?

Yuu smiles wryly as she sits in Azul's lap. All eyes are on them now as Yuu serenaded the blushing housewarden. He tries to keep in mind that he inadvertently paid for this, literally.

Share one more drink with me, smile even though you're sad

I'm walking the long road, watching the sky fall

The lace in my dress tingles your neck, how will you live?

Yuu had tossed out any subtlety as she played with his tie. Azul was going to get her back for this, she could feel it under his tense form.

The death of a bachelor

Oh oh

Letting the water fall

The death of a bachelor

Oh oh

Seems so fitting for

Happily ever after (woo)

How could I ask for more?

A lifetime of laughter

At the expense of the death of a bachelor

Yuu finished the song with another kiss as the crowd cheered her on.

Azul was bad at pretending to be mad, thankfully he fake forgave her after he hung the pictures of the act at the lounge entrance.

Idia

Getting a request from Idia was a genuine surprise. He wasn't exactly a party person even if it was mandatory. It didn't change the fact that Idia still sent his request.

The party will be themed around underground idol concerts with light sticks and all.

This meant that he wanted pop music. Ironically Idia's party seemed to be the most reasonable to her.

When Yuu jumped onto the stage she could barely see Idia standing in the observation room above everyone. Out of sight but still watching.

Yuu waved to the crowd as her adoring fans called her name.

날카로운 secret 둘러싼

얘긴 베일 속에

점점 더 깊은 h-h-hush

맘을 겨눠 이제

여긴 온통 어두운 밤하늘색

그림자조차 길을 잃게 해

Yuu had to practice this song so many times. It had to match Idia's expectations to the letter and she wasn't going to let him down.

Oh 넌 항상 love is game

쉽게 즐기는 가벼움일 뿐이라고

뭐 이렇게 못된 얘기로 자꾸

피해 가려고만 하니 왜

Do k-pop stars really do all these poses? Its probably more tiring than the dancing. She wished she could see everyone's faces right now.

커지는 heart b-b-beat

빨라지는데

너답잖게 heart b-b-b-beat

거려 나를 볼 때

마지막 남은 순간까지

점점 다가오지 crazy

아찔하게 겨눈 russian roulette

Ah-ah-ah-yeah

La-la-la-la-la (넌 이미)

Heart b-b-b-beat

마지막 남은 순간까지

내게 맡기게 될 거야 넌

달콤한 너의 Russian roulette

The audience loved it but Yuu was starting to run low on energy keeping up with the dance light sticks being waved wildly in the crowd. Was Idia watching? Did he enjoy her song?

반짝인 secret

더 이상 외면하진 못해

버튼은 내가 p-p-push

받아들여 이제

니 맘 온통 내 모습 채워지게

꿈꿀 때조차 나를 찾게 돼

Oh 아직 넌 love is game

내게 말해도 흔들려 니 목소리도

장난스레 스친 눈빛 너머로

어쩔 줄 모르는 니 모습

'Please look at me Idia! Don't look away for a second!" She thought as she spun and posed.

커지는 heart b-b-beat

빨라지는데

너답잖게 heart b-b-b-beat

거려 나를 볼 때

마지막 남은 순간까지

점점 다가오지 crazy

아찔하게 겨눈 Russian roulette

Ah-ah-ah-yeah

La-la-la-la-la (넌 이미)

Heart b-b-b-beat

마지막 남은 순간까지

내게 맡기게 될 거야 넌

달콤한 너의 Russian roulette

Yuu took a deep breath and when she finished feeling exhausted. The crowd was deafening in the small space.

Her eyes drifted up to the shadowed room. Her eyes lit up when she was it. Idia was cheering for her.

Maybe she wasn't completely ready to become a pop start yet.

But she was energized all over again to keep singing.

"Who's ready for an encore!"

Lilia

"Does he even celebrate his birthday?" Yuu thought to herself while reviewing her paperwork "It's New Year so I can't blame him."

It's going to be a big party, the biggest of the year. And Lilia wants a concert to ring in the new year. Yuu will be the main event, of course.

Lilia however doesn't want to be outdone and will be her stage partner.

Yuu and Lilia spent the holiday putting their show together. They went all out on a rock ballad.

Almost everyone in school came to the concert and it would be a lie if Yuu said she wasn't nervous. When she looked over to Lilia as he placed his guitar over his shoulders. He caught her gaze and gave her a reassuring smile before giving her a push onto the stage.

She quickly grabbed the bat and pulled him with her. If she was doing this now so was he.

The two set up and greeted the cheering crowd.

"Happy new year!" Yuu yelled over the mic.

The audience cheered and clapped as the music began.

For so long now I've been coming to your rescue

Got me thinking I'll get you

And I'm serious when I say I'm over it, I'm over it

And your fucking lies

That you'll stick around

Stay on my side of town

Now I'm covered in blood

And I'm feeding off your pretty little lies

Yuu sang first as she watched Lilia smile wryly as he played. He moved to take Yuu's place as she more aside as he sang.

For once why can't you just come and chase me

Dig up my grave and save my body

Now I'm rotting to the bone

But my heart's still beating

Hoping you won't leave me

Creepy girls, you're just my style

Blood-red lipstick, you don't smile

Falling victim to your fantasy

Damn, I love it that you're so creepy

The two no longer focused on the show. They were going back in forth in their own dance. They challenged each other, almost chasing as they moved.

Now you're risking it all

For some creepy girl

With a blacked-out rage that'll cast a spell

Don't tempt her, she's got those evil eyes

Now you're risking it all for some pin-up doll

Who drinks in the a.m. fucks in the p.m.

Treats all the boys like she don't need 'em

Yuu sang unashamed knowing in the back of her head and to some in the audience that she could be the girl in the "evil girl". She is not of course but what if she could be?

Creepy girls, you're just my style

Blood-red lipstick, you don't smile

Falling victim to your fantasy

Damn, I love it that you're so creepy

When Lilia finished he trotted back over to Yuu as he pulled her into a dip kiss while high on adrenaline.

The crowd lost their minds as Lilia came back up with lipstick smudged on his lips and egging on the crowd.

Yuu blushing pushed Lilia off the stage as he winked and began crowd surfing.

"Happy Birthday, you old jerk!" Yuu chided him over the mic.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland yuu #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #vil schoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #idol!Yuu

[josnhoes]

In a regular au of twisted wonderland but Yuu is a girl and keep it hidden quite well enough to pass as a guy with feminine features

And witch character of your choice say break in the Ramshackle as always but this time they discovered with Yuu wear a simple dress that the ghost given her as spear clothes since it laundry day, cooking in the kitchen singing a song from their world

I like listening Caravan Palace - Moonshine, since summer is nearly over and it fits well somehow

Content warning fem!mc/yuu

Pretending to be a man was fairly easy. Crowley had provided a binder since he couldn't let the school's reputation suffer. Which was insulting that a woman being at the school would make the school look bad. You know it's really so word doesn't get out about his tremendous screw up in calling a magicless human into this world and forcing her to be slave labor. You knew that was his game.

There was ups and downs to the act. You had to miss a week of in person classes every month or the beast men would catch on, and while it was nice to not have when you were angry being excused as hormones or being irrational the sting when you got called an asshole was new. Freeing in a way too.

A big downside to it all is the lying. You feel so much guilt keeping this from everyone you had made friends with. But you didn't know what would happen to you should it come out. Would you be forced of campus and made homeless? You didn't have an offical paperwork her so you couldn't get a job job. There was just too much to worry about more important then your guilty conscious.

A long day was ahead of you, it was Sunday which meant laundry day. The crow had set up a washer and drier in the old dorm you were in, and your friends all knew Sundays you cleaned so no one showed up. It was an unspoken rule, if anything happens on a Sunday you were on your own. Even Crowley managed to respect that.

You cleaned diligently as the washer ran in the background. The gentle rhythm of the water relaxing you as you swept. You didn't even noticed you had begun to sing. Swaying with the broom like a dance partner, the hem of your dress swishing with the movement. For this moment you weren't lost in another world, or afraid of what will become with. You were calm and Tranquil, flourishing as you sung and the repetitive actions.

Of course the peace never pasted long; as you finished your song you heard clapping and froze. If you didn't turn around they wouldn't know who it was. "This is not what I was expecting when Rook told me to check in on you prefect."

Vil the perfectionist had seen and while he was the least likely to spread the information it was Rook who had told him to check on you so two people knew.

"V-Vil! What brings you here?" Play dumb!

"I had thought you where injured by the way my vice-warden was behaved so I came to check on you. But little potato I can't believe you kept this from me." Vil seemed legitimately hurt.

"I've kept it from everyone. I have to."

"Then tell me why you *had* to." The dorm head of Pomefior sat on on of the chairs. And explain you did, you told him everything. The headmaster behavior, your fears, and how worn out you were. The guilt of keeping this silent. The washer had been long since done by the time you finish your venting.

"You should tell everyone, you have made many friends and powerful allies her potato. Even Malleus is indebted to you for solving his overbolt incident. That's more then enough power and influence to keep you safe alone, but you have myself in your corner too and I am quite good at pr." The blond had a point. Maybe you should come open, say fuck the self proclaimed generous man who made you an indentured servant.

"And if I *don't* want to?"

"Then I'll help you keep it secret." You were lucky Vil wasn't the type to hold things over your head. "But you'll have to join me on a date or two off campus."

Well you thought he wouldn't hold it over your head.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader

[littlespacereader]

Hi! I would like to request a little!Dean Winchester fic? If you're not comfortable with that, or don't know the character that well, that's okay!

Of course I’m comfortable writing a Little Dean Winchester fic!! After I wrote A Trip to the Grocery Store I’ve been so in the mood to write another fic about Dean Winchester regressing! I hope you don’t mind a bit of Castiel being a Caregiver in this fic. I think him and Dean are such a cute Little and Caregiver pairing! Anyway please enjoy! Thanks for the request! 💞

A Little with a Bunker all to Himself

Little! Dean Winchester & Caregiver! Castiel (SFW!)

Tags - pacifiers, sippy cups, playing with toys, diapers, accident, mentions of past trauma, cuddling

Nicknames - little bee, little troublemaker, sweetheart, baby boy, little one and little boy

“Are you sure you okay by yourself?” Sam asked Dean. He brought his bags to the stairs that lead to the entrance of the Bunker.

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Dean asked, redirecting the conversation. “Are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself on this hunt? I mean I’m perfectly fine to tag along with you.”

“No, no, it’s not even really a big deal. I read that this town has a possible ghost issue. Thought I’d check it out to see if it’s even true. It’s nothing I can’t handle.“ Sam explains.

“Yeah well after everything it really doesn’t seem like a lot when it’s just a ghost,” he laughs. “But regardless be safe and call me if you need me.” Dean pulled Sam into a hug before he left.

“I’ll be fine Dean. I’ll text you when I get there.” Sam grabbed his bags and walked up the stairs to the door. With a final wave he left the bunker.

Dean paused for a few minutes, making sure he heard Sam’s car pull out of the garbage and leave before he could really relax. A whole week to himself! No Sam, no anyone! Cas following a lead, Crowley was in hell and now Sam was out of the bunker for a week.

That means Little Dean could do whatever he wanted!!

Dean ran down the halls of the bunker and to his room. Once inside he grabbed his secret box from inside his closet and started to pull out all his little gear: his blue batman pacifier, his dino sippy cup, his favorite stuffed animal and…

He paused looking at the diaper. He knew he needed it when he slept while regressed, having woken up many times in the past with a wet bed. But today he was feeling reckless and a little older in his headspace. Plus he wasn’t planning on sleeping! He’s gonna stay up as late as he want!! He put the package of diapers back in the box and back in his closet.

Next was getting his toys! The box next to his little gear was a collection of toys both from his childhood and some he picked up along the way. He grabbed his hot wheel race cars and his legos before closing the box and putting it away.

And without further adu, it was time for Dean’s regression day all to himself!

The first order of business was getting changed. Dean grabbed a pair of soft pajama pants and one of his favorite flannels, red of course.

Then, arms full of little gear, he made his way to the kitchen. He grabbed his sippy cup and filled it to the top with some juice they had stocked in the fridge.

With the necessities out of the way, it was time for the fun part!

Dean popped his pacifier in and made his way to the main part of the bunker. He grabbed his hot wheels and lined up the two cars together on the table. Then, at the same time, he pushed the forward to see who would win.

The cars went flying across the table, falling off the end. Dean giggled and ran over to grab the cars and try it again. One of those cars was the same make and model of the impala. So naturally it had to win against this corvette.

Dean continued this race over and over again, making sure every one of his hot wheel cars lost to his impala. After the 15th car lost the race he picked up the cars and set them on the table.

“Baby is alway the winner!” He held the impala high up in the air.

He pocketed his impala and eyed the mess of cars sprawl across the table. Dean looked the mess and whined. He was too tired to put them away. And why would he? Sam’s gone for a week, he can clean that later.

Next was Legos! Dean dumped them out across another table and began to build. First he made a garage for his hot wheels impala. Then he made a house attached to the garage, that way the Lego figure could have a place to stay! He popped his pacifier in and concentrated on his build.

That went on for an hour or two before Dean got tired of that as well. He looked at the mess on the table and decided like the cars, the mess could wait.

He grabbed his now empty sippy cup and went to the kitchen once more. He made himself a small sandwich and was off to the tv room in the bunker.

With his dinner on the coffee table, he sat down and grabbed the remote, turning on Scooby-Doo to enjoy for the rest of the evening. He popped his pacifier out and began to eat.

After the fourth episode his sandwich was devoured and his sippy cup once again emptied. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Dean picked it up and checked it. Sam texted that he made it to the town safely and was settling in for the night.

Dean send a quick text back wishing him a good night before he put his phone on the coffee table and resumed Scooby-Doo.

Within another three episode Dean’s eyes were becoming droopy and tired. He could’ve went to sleep right there but his throat was too uncomfortably dry. So reluctantly he pulled himself off the comfy couch and practically sleep walked to the kitchen.

He lazily opened the fridge and grabbed some water. After filling up his sippy cup, he took a seat at the table and started to drink. But he was still so sleep and the kitchen was the perfect temperature for napping. Not too cold not too hot.

He decided to rest his head against the table and just relax for a minute. But that minute last wayyyy longer than he originally planned. Eventually he fell asleep resting on the table, one arm to rest his head on and the other still holding onto his sippy cup.

~~~

Castiel had been trying to get in touch with Dean for two hours now. No doubt he was still up despite it being late hours. Dean was a night owl for the most part, except when he regressed.

But usually when Dean starts to feel Little he lets Castiel know, that way he had his Angel Caregiver to watch over him. But Castiel got no such text or call.

Castiel was the only one in Dean’s life that knew about his regression. He had always known Dean was a Little but never told him, always looking for the right opportunity to ask him about it.

That opportunity came when he went to the grocery store with Dean and caught him staring at the sippy cups for sale. After that Dean became his Little and he became his Caregiver. The two shared so many wonderful moments together.

The two learned a lot about each other from their new relationship. Dean is such an energetic and lovable Little. He’s especially cuddly and clingy to Castiel when regressed. And Castiel is a bit of a pushover, but also a mother hen. He’s patient and gentle Caregiver to Dean.

So when Castiel received no text or call from Dean he started to worry. His lead brought him to a dead end anyway so he was already on route to the bunker.

“Dean?” Castiel called when he entered the Bunker.

He noticed Sam’s car was missing. So maybe he went on a solo hunt, after all Dean would never chose Sam’s car over his own for a hunt. That left Dean all by himself in the bunker.

Before Castiel could worry more he made his way to the bottom of the stairs and into the main part of the Bunker. There, sprawled across two tables were Dean’s favorite toys: hot wheels and Legos.

Castiel breathed a sigh of relief. Dean was okay, he was just regressed. But just as relief came over him, his worrying returned. Why hadn’t he called him? He continued into the hallways to find his little troublemaker.

The tv room sat empty with just a plate of crumps and Scooby-Doo playing in the background. He walked over and grabbed the pacifier and plate. He pocket the pacifier and grabbed the plate to bring to the kitchen.

Finally Castiel had found his little boy in the kitchen. Dean was lightly sucking on his thumb in his sleep, still resting his head on the table with one arm holding his sippy cup protectively.

He placed the plate in the sink and made his way over to his mischievous little boy. He stopped and froze for a minute. A sigh left his mouth.

When Dean was regressed he was a notorious bed wetter. In his actual earlier days, hoping hotel to hotel took a toll emotionally on Dean. His fears of the demons and monsters his father hunted would haunt him at night. In the morning when the bed was wet, John would yell and punish him.

So eventually Dean started to become better at hiding it or simply blamed it on his younger ‘not potty trained’ brother until eventually Dean grew out of it.

Regression helped Dean work on his troubled past. But it also brought back his bed wetting issue. Castiel never minded the accidents. He introduced Dean to the idea of wearing diapers and while he was a bit reserved at first, he started to associate diapers with comfort and security.

But as Castiel stared at his little boy, it seems tonight the idea of wearing a diaper might’ve slipped his mind. His rebellious boy. He knew he had to wake Dean up and get him changed, so Castiel softly rubbed his shoulder, slowly bringing Dean out of his little nap.

Dean started to whine and stretch his tired arms. He looked to the source of what woke him up and was met with two beautiful blue eyes.

Dean paused and looked at the angel, shocked to see him. But then he felt it, his cold and wet pants. His eyes glanced down to see the accident. After a moment he looked back at Castiel, eyes now full of tears.

“I-I didn’t mean to- I was…I didn’t…” Dean couldn’t even speak through the shock and sadness he was feeling.

Castiel just shushed him, bringing him close so he could rest his head on his chest while Dean was still seated. “It’s okay Dean, you’re okay my little bee. It’s just a small accident, that’s all. There is nothing to be worried about. I’m here, I’m going to help you.”

Dean looked at Cas both shocked and scared. “You’re not mad?” Dean forgot to text him about regressing and now he had an accident. Surely Cas should be extremely mad at him.

But instead he looked at him compassionately, looking to care for him rather than just scream and yell at him. “No sweetheart I’m not mad at you.” He smoothed Dean’s hair.

“I do want to have a talk about all this, not an angry talk but just a talk. But first and foremost I want to get you changed.” Castiel explained as he helped Dean up and out of the kitchen.

Dean’s head was spinning with horrible outcomes. Castiel had never given Dean a reason not to trust him, but Dean never let his guard down. This talk could be the end of everything. The idea started to bring tears to Dean’s eyes.

“I don’t want to talk.” Dean voice cracked mid sentence as a sob broke through. He didn’t want to lose Cas! He just got his wonderful Caregiver and now he was leaving.

Castiel had stopped in his tracks. “No no no baby boy. This is not going to be a bad talk. We just need to have a conversation about today. You’re not in trouble.” He held Dean’s hands tightly in his own.

Not in trouble? But Dean was wrong? But Cas wasn’t yelling or punishing him. All he wanted to do was talk about it. It started to ease some of Dean’s anxieties.

“You’re not leaving?” Dean asked quietly.

“Not unless you want me to. And even then I’ll always be watching over you Dean.”

Dean shook his head, “Please never leave.” He held onto Cas’s hands tighter.

“Then I never will.” Cas shared a small smile with Dean.

The two walked into Dean’s room. Castiel helped him out of his wet pants and underwear and into a fresh pair of pajamas bottoms as well as one of his diapers.

Once changed Dean sat patiently on the bed for Cas to finish up in the bathroom. His foot bounced anxiously as he waited. Cas made it clear he wasn’t mad and he wasn’t angry. So what were they going to talk about? He leaned over the bed and grabbed his stuffie to hold.

Castiel walked out of the bathroom and over to his anxious boy. Dean didn’t take disapproval or disappointment well. But he had to talk to him about today so that there was nothing left unsaid between the two of them.

He sat down next to his little one and put a gentle hand on his leg, stopping it from bouncing so rapidly.

“Dean, I want to talk to you about today,” Cas started out with.

“I know for many years you’ve regressed and took care of yourself. So the idea of having someone looking after you is still new to you,” Dean opened his mouth to stop Cas but he simply held a finger up and continued this thought. “I’m okay with you having some time to yourself, to regress alone. We all need time alone. All I ask from you is if you do to let me know when you do. That way incase anything happens or you need me, I’ll be ready.” Castiel went on to explain.

Dean listened carefully to his words and nodded along. Cas is truly an angel. Without Dean saying a word he perfectly knew how he felt. “That sounds good.”

With the two of them on the same page, Castiel started to help Dean get tucked into bed. Dean took Cas’s hand again, “But I want you to stay. Sammy gone for a week.”

Castiel smiled, “Of course I’ll stay. I gotta keep an eye on you.” He winked playfully. Dean giggled.

“Especially because someone forgot to clean up after themselves when they were playing with their cars, their Lego and forgot to put their plate away after eating.” Castiel reminded.

Dean started to blush deeply, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dean shrugged and tried to say.

Castiel rolled his eyes and smirked, “Likely story.”

He hoped in bed next to Dean and the two cuddled up together. Dean wrapped his arms around Cas’s midsection and rested his head on his chest. Castiel wrapped an arm around Dean’s shoulders and carded his hand through his hair. He handed Dean his pacifier from his pocket which Dean gratefully took.

“You never have to worry about anything you do Dean. No matter how bad you think it is, I will never hurt or yell at you for anything. Just like tonight we will just talk about it and work it out. You never have to be afraid of any sort of harsh punishment.”

Castiel’s words soothed Dean’s worries. He snuggled closer next to Cas. “Thank you.” He said around his pacifier.

Castiel smiled, “Of course my little bee, of course.”

With a kiss to Dean’s forehead, the two settled in to sleep. Well…Dean slept peacefully cuddled next to Cas. And Cas being the guardian angel he’s always been watched over his mischievous boy while he slept.

He shook his head and smiled to himself. Dean Winchester, both in and out of headspace was a handful.

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[aitu]

OK this is gonna be some Good Omens meta with implied Good Omens 2 spoilers and Good Omens 3 speculation so please feel free to scroll on but...

I've seen people talk about how much they dislike the idea of Crowley and Aziraphale ending the series as humans and lemme tell you I am RIGHT there with you. Not only because it would condemn them to infinitely shortened lives, but also because it does nothing to solve the structural problems inherent to Heaven and Hell. Like, yes, it would free the two of them from those systems (until they died?) but if the systems remain in place with the continued power to harm those who work within them, is that really a happy ending?

Idk HOW we can dismantle these toxic systems (it's not my job to know) but sometimes I think about the total destruction of Heaven and Hell and the building of a secret third thing where angels and demons are reintegrated with one another in a reflection of the multiple times the Book says that the two sides are basically indistinguishable just by looking. I think about angels and demons having to face one another and millennia-old resentments head-on, not through war but through communication. The angels could express how betrayed they felt when the demons rebelled, when the angels were stuck being Good, and the demons could vent about how much it hurt to have their friends take up arms against them for the sin of questioning God. I think about the two groups having real conversations for the first time in more than 6000 years in this shared space and coming out on the other side a single group. Not because the angels have Fallen or because the demons have been Redeemed but because they've all found ways to forgive one another.

(What this would mean for the cosmology of the blessed and the damned souls of dead humans, idk. Maybe the new Afterlife would implement a system of reincarnation built on the foundation that at the end of the day everybody is just trying their best with what they have?)

Point is, I don't think AziraCrow can be really safe & happy together until their "sides" no longer see the other as the enemy. The Heaven/Hell divide will always be a barrier, harmful not only to our duo but to everyone involved, from the lowest angel to the highest demon. I guess what I'm saying is, the idea of AziraCrow deciding to escape the Heaven/Hell divide by becoming human is a lot less satisfying to me than the idea of them leading the charge to mend the wounds that caused that divide and becoming Something New, together.

Oh also Jesus is there? Maybe They can be the moderator.

#Good Omens #Good Omens meta #Good Omens 2 #Good Omens 3 #AziraCrow #good omens: the point i'm trying to make is the dolphins #Otp: angel and my dear #Good omens spoilers #go2 spoilers #go3 speculation

[aziraphales-library]

Hello, can you recommend some longer fics that are super in character? Not necessarily ones that feel like the book just ones where you feel like it’s really them, maybe even in the direction of a character analysis like Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma. Thanks in advance xx

Hi. Characterisation is very subjective as everyone interprets characters in different ways. I recommended some fics I personally thought were in character here. So now I've got some more character study fics for you...

The Art of Longstanding Deception by PollyPocalypse (T)

Aziraphale wouldn’t say he didn’t like being in Heaven.

Of course he wouldn’t. He was an angel. It was his domain. He wouldn’t say he disliked it at all.

He wouldn’t say that sometimes, quite often really, getting out of Heaven felt like shrugging off a too-tight, scratchy jumper. That he always felt just a little more at ease, a little more himself, when he was away from them all.

Aziraphale would never dream of saying any of these things.

The Quiet, Persistent, Gnawing Unease by LollipopCop (M)

Aziraphale looked away, and poured himself another drink. “In any case, that looked unpleasant and I’m sorry to hear that’s a regular occurrence for you.”

Crowley felt weird, like he wanted to yell and punch a wall and cry and hug Aziraphale all at once. He settled on being defensive. “Oh, save it. You probably think it’s what we demons deserve for our wickedness.”

Aziraphale’s gaze turned serious. “You don’t deserve that, Crowley,” he said, quietly but firmly. ~ An exploration of the serious toll Hell's physical and psychological grip has taken on Crowley since his Fall.

The things we lost in being Blessed by Eturni (M)

In a church in 1941 Crowley burned to be on consecrated ground. In Heaven, after Armageddon, Crowley did not burn.

What if there was only so much that could burn away when a demon came into contact with holy things? What would that make him at the point that what was consecrated no longer harmed him?

Crowley grapples with this across the ages. Considers punishments, his place in the world, his place in Hell and, worst of all, whether Aziraphale has any understanding of the things that are happening to him. (There's a happy ending, but happy isn't easy and is rarely everything you wanted)

something wretched about this by IvyOnTheHolodeck (T)

You might wonder why Aziraphale can't seem to enjoy his retirement in peace. You could ascribe his distress to the series of terrifying thoughts that haunt his days, or the only book he wishes he'd never read, or even the wound that still hurts after six thousand years.

Really, though, you should blame the fact he's never learned to talk about his feelings.

The Other Arrangement: or, How the Angel Got so Hungry by burnttongueontea (T)

‘It’s just… funny. Don’t you think it would be funny, if it turned out we’d had it the wrong way round all these years? If I ate all the time, and you hardly ever?’

Crowley discovers that Aziraphale has been strictly and obsessively limiting his food intake for millennia, due to fear of punishment from Heaven if he gets caught eating too regularly. The angel’s confident facade comes apart at the seams after they move to the South Downs, as he struggles to cope with new-found freedom while still keeping his past a secret.

With the future of their relationship soon hanging in the balance, Crowley must find a way to convince Aziraphale that he is a safe pair of hands to collapse into – and that they can rebuild things from the ground up.

For Want of a Seed by cassieoh (T)

A plant grows, a plant dies, Aziraphale takes a wrong turn, and a few truths are revealed. The first of which is this; painful truths cannot be buried for they will sprout and flourish while one is busy having lunch and raising supposed devil-spawn. From this, each of our heroes takes a single lesson; Aziraphale learns that it is better to never bury truth in the first place and Crowley learns the altogether less palatable lesson that truths should be mulched into nothingness when one has the chance, lest they regrow.

I will leave it up to you, dear reader, to decide who is correct.

(aka: post-Apocalypse Crowley finally deals with the issues he's been ignoring for the last 6000 years)

Mind the tags on some of these!

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #character study #angst #mod d

[ivory--raven]

Femslash omens day 15, haunting. Michael (and Dagon) at Crowley's trial.

Destruction is destruction. For angels and demons. Discorporation is one thing, being temporarily bodiless is fixable, but destruction is permanent. Ligur has been destroyed.

Michael finds out through official channels, for once. She has a string of texts from Dagon, all saying this is important, once everything has settled down there’s something you need to know, I’m okay, which is ominous but she barely has the chance to glance at the messages, let alone think about them or talk to Dagon, because Armageddon has been cancelled. There are ten thousand angels Gabriel just told to stand down, and someone has to do something with them while they wait to complain. For once she doesn’t envy him his job. He’s been in talks with The Metatron about it, being chastised - how could he have let this happen? - and it seems like every angel has a personal complaint to bring up with him.

It’s while Gabriel is having a five minute reprieve, hiding from the constant criticism, that the official Hell line goes active. He picks up the phone.

“Archangel Gabriel,” he says. “Yes… I see. We can send someone.”

“Not them complaining as well,” she says, because annoying as he may be she doesn’t hate him, but he shakes his head.

“They need to carry out an execution.”

“A proper one?”

He nods. “They need holy water for the demon Crowley.”

“Because of his role in..?”

“The charge is destroying another demon. Duke Ligur.”

No. “Duke Ligur has been…”

“Destroyed, yes,” says Gabriel. “Hell needs Holy Water to destroy his destroyer. Just, isn’t it?”

Ligur. Destroyed.

Ligur. He’d been a friend, she thinks, something of a friend to her. Destroyed.

“An eye for an eye,” she says, and then before she can think better of it, “I’ll go.”

“You’ll go into Hell? You don’t have to do this, Michael, it’s nasty down there.”

“You’ve never been!” she retorts.

He squares his jaw. “Neither have you.” And she hasn’t, officially, so she has to give him that.

“I ought to, keep an eye on that Holy Water. We can’t send just anyone.” She’s making this up. She has to be the one to take revenge.

“You’re right,” says Gabriel. “You’ll go.”

She will avenge Ligur’s destruction. Ligur, Ligur didn’t deserve to be destroyed like this. Ligur was a friend. He had a life, a husband. How could he have been destroyed like this, to stop the Armageddon they were supposed to have?

A demon destroyed is a demon no longer existing, but at least no longer existing means they once did. Ligur did exist, once. If she avenges him, if she keeps him in mind, that will be a better fate than being forgotten. A better fate than being erased. Ligur will have existed. He will have mattered.

He haunts her when she takes the pitcher and fills it with the holiest Holy Water Heaven has. She knows this is the murder weapon, she knows it is inherent to her nature to create, to live with it. He should be haunting her. The universe has a void now, whispering Ligur was here, Ligur was here. 

He haunts her as she steps into the lift, presses the dingy Hell button, goes down, down, down. He haunts her through the long corridors he once showed her through. She remembers him as kind. As knowing, surely he knew, and keeping her secret. Keeping Dagon safe.

Dagon - Dagon doesn’t know. That's what she forgot to do. Tell her she was coming down here, and with this deadly weapon.

She sees her when she enters the room they have set up for the trial, at Beelzebub’s right hand, in her element. She looks unsettled, her world off kilter slightly and she can’t fix it. There’s something like shock in her eyes when she sees Michael, and as soon as it appears it’s gone, replaced with apprehension.

Is Dagon really afraid of her? Micheal hopes she’s not. She would never hurt her.

Even if it was necessary in battle? She wonders, but she knows the answer. She wouldn’t, and that’s been true a long time.

Her eyes are fixed on Dagon. I wouldn’t hurt you, she wants to reassure her, I love you. She can’t. All she can do is watch her.

“The Archangel Michael,” says Crowley. “That’s… unlikely.”

“Cooperation with our old enemies,” says Dagon, smirking with teeth, eyes sliding past Crowley to Michael.

“Well, wankwings, you brought the stuff?” asks Hastur.

“I did,” says Michael. “I’ll be back to collect it.” She holds it out to him. Ligur was his husband, he should be the one exacting revenge with his own hands.

He shifts back. “No, I think perhaps you should do the honours,” he stammers. “It’s… I’ve seen what that stuff can do.”

Of course. Of course he doesn’t want to touch the very substance that killed Ligur. 

She pours the Holy Water into the bathtub they have set up - it’s so out of place, but what else could they use? She looks at Dagon again, sitting on her chair at Beelzebub’s right hand, and hopes she knows she’d never hurt her. The water keeps on pouring.

Dagon looks away, smirk twisting into something guiltier. She hasn’t done anything wrong, Michael reminds herself - it’s not as though Dagon prevented Armageddon.

The water stops.

“That’s Holy Water,” says Crowley.

“The Holiest, yes,” confirms Michael.

“It’s not that we don’t trust you, Michael, but of course we don’t trust you,” says Beelzebub, leaning to the side on their throne, “Hastur, test it,” and Hastur (Ligur’s husband, he deserves this trial more than anyone) tosses a small round demon in the water where he dissolves, his protests dying alongside him. Destroyed. Gone forever. That’s what happened to Ligur - what Crowley did to Ligur. The water is murky. Destruction is better than being erased, destruction leaves a trace. Michael cleans it up. Once she has, she retreats into the hallway - no reason to take up space, to distract from the spectacle of his destruction.

The traitor Crowley maneuvers himself into the tub so that his feet stay dry. It’s odd, the slinky way he moves his body, like his bones aren’t all there. He was the Serpent, she supposes. There’s something else odd about him - he’s almost familiar, almost angelic.

She comes back a few minutes later, expecting scummy water, announcing “I came to bring back the-”

She has to cut herself off. Dagon looks unnerved and afraid, Hastur is angry, and Beelzebub is on their feet in front of the bathtub.

The bathtub in which the demon Crowley lies, completely unharmed.

“Michael! Dude! Do us a quick miracle, will you, I need a bath towel.” And he stretches out a glistening hand.

Stunned, she does, summoning a white towel and passing it to him. What can she do? He should be gone. Dissolved. Destroyed. Nothing more than damp muck left behind. 

“I think it would be better for everyone if I were to be left alone in the future. Don’t you?” he says, as if a traitor like him is in any position to make demands - and he is, because if Holy Water can’t kill him nothing can. He is the most powerful being in the room and he knows it. Beelzebub nods their agreement, and then so do Hastur and Dagon. He looks at her, and Michael nods too. “Right.”

The trip back up to Heaven is as quick as the trip down, but it seems to drag on, the Holy Water heavy in her grasp. They have a demon who is immune. Is he even a demon anymore? The world can’t be the same as it was before. A world where demons cannot be punished for using Heaven’s own weapon. The memory of Ligur hangs over her, haunts her. He is unavenged. Destroyed by an undestroyable demon.

Destruction is no longer simple.

#femslash omens #femslashfeb2024 #angelfish #ineffable administrators

[alice-angel12x]

This regarding the one scenario with the MC being a magical girl it was called cruel end do you think you can make another one but with the other dorm’s?

Part 1

A Cruel End

Promote: Let's say the Mc/Reader came from the Madoka Magica universe, and she is one of the longest-lasting magical girls, she knows the dark secret and destiny of the magical girl and the consequence of kyubey's contract. Know where she is in twisted wonderland, with no witch to slay and the frequent use of magic to face overblot. Her soul gem is nearly dark, her time is running out. And it didn't help when Crowley proudly announced that she would be destined to be a great villain, this added a great dread to her heart. Crowley was none the wiser about what those words really meant for Y/n. Soon the rumor reached the boy's ears.

🐾SavanaClaw🐾

Leona Kingscholar

When Leona first heard the Rumer, he simply laughed it off. Cause he knew his S/o wouldn't lift a spoon against anyone. So when he was relaxing in the greenhouse with his S/o, he asked them what started the rumor.

"It's not as grand and awe-inspiring as he makes it sound. It's simply my Destiny to Perish," S/o said hollowly.

"What? What are you talking about?" Leona asked as he crack on eye open.

S/o would explain what her fate really was. From the contract to the soul gem and the witches she slew. And how she will inevitably become a witch, too one day be destroyed by another magical girl..

"That... That thing took advantage of you, in your worst of times," Leona growled as he listened to the story.

"And from that event, my destiny was forever changed," S/o nodded as they lay next to Leona.

"Then just get rid of this rock," Leona said as he grabbed the soul gem, as was about to toss it far.

But he pause when S/n reached out desperately to stop him. They explained further how their soul gem Literally housed their soul. And they could not stay far from the gem.

Leona growled as he handed the gem back, vowing to protect them from Kyubey. S/o didn't have the heart to tell him that it was impossible.

&lt;<They Turn>>>

Y/n greatly appreciated his efforts and was happier. Till a witch From their world started to cause havoc. The Dorm leaders and teachers were not strong to stop it. Leona even sustained horrible injuries during the fight.

Leona tried to stop Y/n from using the last of their Magic, but the magical girl couldn't let the dangerous witch continue its rampage.

When the battle concluded Leona tried his best to comfort his love, but they suddenly started thrashing in agony. They begged Leona to crush the Gem.

With a heavy heart, Leona turned the gem to sand. Y/n's body quickly stilled and lay there lifelessly. Before he could even possess what just happened.

"Why did you do that, you just made their death...Pointless," said a child-like voice.

Leona knew who that was, despite never seeing a creature like it before. The second prince could care less about what that thing thought, as he picked up Y/n's body.

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie would probably just go along with it. Joking with his S/o about being hired by them when they become a rich villain. Y/n wouldn't smile or laughed, but force a weak grin.

Ruggie was quick to notice and asked what was wrong. Y/n for a time pretended everything was fine, but they eventually broke and spilled everything.

The poor hyena boy was shocked beyond words. For a time he could even express what he was feeling. When he could finally speak, he vowed to help and keep Y/n safe.

Yet as time went on the darkness whispered in Y/n's mind, pulling them further into despair. The Soul Gem cracked.

&lt;<<They Turned>>>

Ruggie watched in horror as dark smoke rose from his lover, creating a horrible monster of a witch. The boy could only hold the cold body close as Crowley opened the portal.

Out came a small group of Magical girls, but only one survived the battle.

As The magical girl reached for the grief seed, Ruggie quickly swiped it and held it close to his chest.

"This... This isn't yours. This is Y/n's soul gem, they need this," Ruggie said defensively, holding onto what little hope he had left.

"that isn't a soul gem anymore, that is a grief seed. Y/n died when her witch was destroyed. I'm sorry," She said sadly, but quickly wrenched the seed out of Ruggie's hands.

The girl purified her soul gem and feed the Grief seed to Kyubey. The light of hope in Ruggie's eyes, quickly turned to anger as watched the strange creature and girl leave through the portal.

Jack Howl

Jack couldn't believe his ears when he first heard the rumor. Y/n was such a gentle and kind bean. What could have possibly happened to you to become a villain?

So when he brought it up with y/n, he was startled to learn of your fate. He wanted to desperately free Y/n from this contract. Yet Y/n was shockingly at Peace with the whole thing.

"This contract is not something you can break like Azu's scroll. Kyubey put my soul into this... My soul gem," Y/n explained.

Jack was at a loss. He didn't want to lose Y/n, but he couldn't accept this fate. He will do everything in his power to protect them and keep them safe.

Everything was going fine when Grimm suddenly was consumed by blot. Everyone tried to reach Grimm, but all failed. Leaving one person to save them.

<<<They Turned>>>

Y/n begged Jack to crush her Soul Gem, but the poor boy couldn't bring himself to destroy the gem. The poor Magical Girl cried in agony as black smoke rose from their soul gem.

But before Y/n transformed the Soul gem shattered with a loud band. It sounded like a Gunshot. Y/n suddenly went silent and still.

A young Magical girl stood over the too, gun in hand. She had waist-length black hair, and flat purple eyes. She wears a white, long-sleeved coat that splits in the center near the end of the sleeve, which is lined by a black trim.

"W-what did you do?" Jack asked in horror.

"Mercy," was all she said.

#madoka magica au #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #savanaclaw #leona x reader #ruggie bucchi #ruggie x reader #jack howl #jack x reader

[wordsinhaled]

our own history » an ineffable husbands playlist

my friends, this playlist is gloriously sappy. there is not an iota of angst in it, i promise. in fact, it is the musical antithesis of angst, the equivalent of crowley and aziraphale having a picnic in the garden at their south downs cottage or enjoying a lusciously indolent, happily married retirement among the stars. it will rot your teeth and make your cheeks hurt from smiling (at least, it does mine). a happy ending in song form. please enjoy and i hope it heals your heart a little <3

01. the new basement tapes » when i get my hands on you 02. sonny cleveland » you've got me running in circles 03. emily king » believer 04. eliza rickman » riches and wonders 05. the magnetic fields » when my boy walks down the street 06. ruby the rabbitfoot » do me right 07. joe hertler and the rainbow seekers » old love 08. may erlewine » days go by 09. sammy rae & the friends » kick it to me 10. rachael and vilray » do friends fall in love? 11. penny and sparrow » don't wanna be without ya 12. madeleine peyroux » dance me to the end of love

lyrics under the cut!

the new basement tapes » when i get my hands on you

when I get my hands on you gonna make you carry me when I get my hands on you gonna make you marry me when I come home to you gonna take you down to the riverside when I come home to you hold you in my arms all night and now you know everywhere on earth you go you're gonna have me as your man

sonny cleveland » you've got me running in circles

oh, can it be that you're here with me? let's start writing our own history

emily king » believer

darling, I know that you could be the enemy leaving flowers at my door and soon you'll be asking for a key don't understand why someone would be so good to me is there something else? something you're trying to achieve? I'm not a believer what I see is usually what I get I'm not a believer but I haven't seen it all yet darling, I know that you must think I'm just a fool I spend my time questioning all the good you do well, I've been around I know that nothing ever comes free so 'fess up now or, darling, forever hold your peace darling, I think I'm going to take a leap of faith they say sometimes something just cannot be explained I've been around I know that nothing ever comes free just give it up and you just might get the best of me

eliza rickman » riches and wonders

we live high / our love gorges on the alcohol we feed it / and it grows all fat and friendly / we have surplus if we need it we hold on as hard as we can / our knuckles are white we write letters to each other / invent secrets to confess to / I learn foreign and exotic terms of endearment / by which to address you we feed fresh fruit to one another / we stay up all night I am healthy, I am whole / but I have poor impulse control / and I want to go home / but I am home we are strong, we are faithful / we are guardians of a rare thing / we pay close, careful attention / to the news the morning air brings / we show great loyalty / to the hard times we've been through we are filled with riches and wonders / our love keeps the things it finds / and we dance like drunken sailors / lost at sea, out of our minds you find shelter somewhere in me / I find great comfort in you / and I keep you safe from harm / you hold me in your arms and I want to go home / but I am home

the magnetic fields » when my boy walks down the street

grand pianos crash together when my boy walks down the street there are whole new kinds of weather when he walks with his new beat everyone sings hallelujah when my boy walks down the street life just kind of dances through ya, from your smile down to your feet amazing - he's a whole new form of life blue eyes blazing and he's going to be my wife the world does the hula-hula when my boy walks down the street butterflies turn into people when my boy walks down the street maybe he should be illegal, he just makes life too complete

ruby the rabbitfoot » do me right

you ain't ever gonna let me down / no, no, no / you got a way of keeping me high / connected with the stars in the sky you said, "go read", I'm like / maps make traps for exactly what you want in your life / 'cause if you don't they will pass you right by / quicker than the pines when you drive but baby, I can tell you what I want / I want you to come over tonight / be my secret lover undercover / rolling thunder through the midnight sky / if you can make it and not break it, I can take it till the sunrise / 'cause oh, oh, oh, oh, baby / you do me right

joe hertler and the rainbow seekers » old love

we met on the battlefield / drank from the ladle by the moon / the blood expanded across the field / like chrysanthemums in bloom / is there really so much to fear when we're all just taking sides? and a promise is a promise / will you finish what you started? / I was born to believe that the change in the leaves could really mean anything, love / I'd cross the mountains and the ocean for ya / just to see you I need that old love / and I'm swimming in the dark (swimming in the dark) / I need that cool love / and I'm frozen from the start (frozen from the start) oh, I strained my eyes to see / but it was dark inside and out / how I long to hear your breath / how I long to hear your sound / I so wish to understand / these pangs of solitude / maybe my soul will bring me peace / will it place me next to you?

may erlewine » days go by

it's the way that you walk in the room your heart is a beacon don't need a reason to love you it's easy to do who knows what time is gonna do all I know is the simple truth I like watching the days go by with you the sunrise found me with you the light hit the window outlined the shadow a picture, the way that you move all of my places now left with a trace of you

sammy rae & the friends » kick it to me

I ain't been singing the blues nearly as much since I been living with you, love me too much and I say - kick it to me, I could make it better for ya kick it to me, I could make you better for it I know we didn’t think that it would turn out you start it off too quick, you’re gonna burn out nowadays we're heading to the same place nowadays we're working at the same pace I'm still here still bright when the night comes still burning, still bright when the night comes I didn’t feel it on the first day but now I got it in the worst way and don’t it feel okay? I get it bad and it gets better every day

rachael & vilray » do friends fall in love?

two friends, two hearts too many nights to count them but tonight was something new and I know you felt it too when we fell into the passion of a kiss oh, say you're mine for all our days to follow as friends we lived before and we'll live evermore together two friends in love

penny & sparrow » don't wanna be without ya

say, what if we reincarnate / and whatever God said, "it's your turn for choosing" / would you rather come back, be born in a circle? / see the oldest garden, the crescent is fertile or would you prefer to see life underwater? / only knowing oceans, have hundreds of daughters / there's a part of hope that is sewn in this theory / give me any species and keep yourself near me make it easy / I don't wanna be without ya / if you start over, can I redo mine too? / anything you become / lemme run beside you held on tight but I fell with you / I could see us being young lovers in a fable / that could be us, it could / over and over, becoming, become

madeleine peyroux » dance me to the end of love

dance me to your beauty with a burning violin dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove dance me to the end of love oh, let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon show me slowly what I only know the limits of dance me to the end of love dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on dance me very tenderly and dance me very long we're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above dance me to the end of love

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[nefertiti-fooling-fellow]

A Study of Good Omens and Taylor Swift Lyrics

AKA: These are the songs/lyrics from Taylor Swift songs that I connect to Good Omens (in honors of 1989 (Taylor’s Version))!!

1. YOU ARE IN LOVE (1989)

Hands down my favorite Taylor Swift song EVER.

Here are some lyrics that I think fits the Ineffable Spouses:

One look, dark room

Meant just for you

I mean…Aziphale and Crowley having to communicate through glances and touch because they can never really say they truly mean through the ages?

Time moved too fast

You play it back

Crowley literally STOPPING TIME because Aziraphale threatens to stop speaking to him!!! Simp behavior!!

You're my best friend

THEY. ARE. BEST. FRIENDS.

And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars

And why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words

To me, it makes sense that they wouldn’t really have a good grasp of individual love quite yet at the beginning. Angels like Aziraphale are obligated to love ALL of God’s creation, but that’s a very distant kind of love. Crowley, a demon, whose very job description details that pure love is something he cannot feel.

But as they spend more time around humans, they finally realize the quiet companionship they feel around each other is LOVE. They find love in each other, in the simple pleasures of the human world around them.

(Am I reading into this too much?? Who knows! I’m having fun, I hope you’re having fun, let’s continue)

2. Dancing With Our Hands Tied (Reputation)

I loved you in secret

Self-explanatory.

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

I think this line relates to both of them, especially recalling the Job minisode in S2E2. They were both lonely, both struggling with their faith in their respective sides but found common ground and a sense of belonging with each other!!!

I loved you in spite of

Deep fears that the world would divide us

I think this is self-explanatory again but it just needed to be said, such a good lyric.

Yeah, we were dancing

And I had a bad feeling

But we were dancing

This lyric reminds me of their Arrangement. I see a lot of people on here describing the rituals that Aziraphale and Crowley form over the years as an intricate “dance” around one another and I wholeheartedly agree.

Even though they don’t really think of each other as “hereditary enemies” (case in point: “foul fiend! After you,” from Season 1, Aziraphale stopping mid-smiting in S2E2 when he recognizes Crowley, “I trust you,” in S2E4, the Arrangement, etc…) they still dance the same lines of arguing that they are on different sides and therefore inherently different because their hands were tied (metaphorically) by their respective loyalty to Heaven or Hell.

3. Wildest Dreams (1989)

This song feels to me like it’s from Aziraphale’s point of view, if we were to relate it to the Husbands.

Exhibit A:

I thought Heaven can't help me now

Nothing lasts forever

Yeah…sounds familiar?

He's so tall and handsome as hell

I just think that this is how Aziraphale would pine over Crowley in his mind, it’s very…Austen, he would write this in his diary with a glitter pen.

I said, "No one has to know what we do"

Did someone say the Arrangement? Unlikely alliance??? Perchance.

4. Peace (folklore)

If Wildest Dreams is Aziraphale’s pining moment, then Peace is Crowley’s.

All these people think love's for show

But I would die for you in secret

Angels in heaven has no concept of love, they believe Crowley wholeheartedly when he says “you have to wait a few days and see,” and even Crowley himself thinks that love is equivalent to sheltering under the rain and sharing one sweet, perfect kiss.

But that’s not why we, the watchers, recognize that Crowley loves Aziraphale, we see that when he walks through consecrated ground and saves Aziraphale’s book!! Crowley cares!! He would do anything to make sure Aziraphale’s safe!! And that’s love!!

The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me

THEY. ARE. FRIENDS.

5. Right Where You Left Me (evermore)

Season 2, Episode 6. Yeah.

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[adrianasunderworld]

Dreary Crowley: White Raven

There is a myth amongst the Crowley's about White Ravens. That they brought misfortune where ever they went, their magic a curse upon the family. Anyone who had a white raven for their bird form were cast out, shunned, and meant to be forgotten.

The last Crowley born a white raven that Dreadful knew of was her Aunt Dirge. She was estranged her entire life and no one would wanted anything to do with her, none questioned when she went missing all those years ago. That was the last White Raven Crowley for a long time. Until Dreary was born.

Dreadful, as head of the family, saw her daughters future if the other relatives found out. Outcasted, spit upon, and seven only knows what else. And by extension Dreads future for being her mother. The rest of the family would call it a sign that she was no longer fit to be their matriarch. So Dreadful knew she had to hide her cursed child. She never put much stake in that old superstition, but her family was a very much real danger.

So Drearys life she had stayed on their estate with strict rules to never take on her bird form in front of family. Never use your magic unless absolutely no one was around to witness. The Crowleys were already rather secretive and distrustful of one another, so one questioned why Dreary never did these things around them

The only one in the family that knew the secret was Dreadfuls younger sister, Disdain. Her along with Drearys brothers (who at this point were long since grown and out the house) tried to convince Dreadful to let Dreary stay with them at various times, but she refused every time, stating it was not safe, and anything could happen. So Dreary rarely went anywhere without her mothers company.

As such Dreary spent her whole life as her mothers silent shadow, seen but seldom heard, afraid to stand out for risk of her secret being out. Until Dreary realized she couldn't take it anymore. So she packed up and ran to her Aunt Disdain. Disdain knew if she sent her niece back, it would just be more incentive to lock her up more. Dreary could not go to her brothers, that would be the first place Dreadful would look. Knowing their other relatives, dreary would not be safe if they found out she was a white raven. So Disdain gave her the next best option: Dire.

Many years ago, Disdain had helped her nephew leave that house as well, and she was pretty much the only one he kept in contact with. So she sent Dreary his way, knowing he would take her if she asked.

Dire did not know Drearys secret. Until one day he had caught her in the act of using her UM, Omen Bringer. A spell that could allow her to see future misfortune. Upon realizing she had been seen, Dreary broke down. Telling Dire everything, begging him not to throw her out, swearing up an down she wasn't cursed. It had been drilled into her head from a young age that anyone who knew the full truth would never take her in.

Dire assured his cousin that he was not kicking her out, he knew the curse of the white raven was a myth, she didn't have to worry at NRC. After she had calmed down and was certain he had meant it, Dreary had never felt more relived in her life.

After that Dreary felt more comfortable using her bird form around others, and found an acceptance at NRC that didn't think she would be allowed to have.

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[ally-holmes]

"May I?"

Day 4 of the 30-Day short story challenge

The prompt given by a friend was "May I?" and so I decided to make a very small and simple Good Omens fanfic. It's my first for this fandom. There isn't much.

Fandom: Good Omens | Pairing: Aziraphale x Crowley

Warnings: pre-slash, spoilers? | Words: 1026

Also available on AO3

Here it goes:

If one were to ask Anthony J. Crowley when did it begin… Well, for starters one would have to be struck by incredible luck to find Mister Crowley in any mood for engaging in a self-revealing conversation. Then, of course, one should specify what one meant by IT as Mister Crowley could venture that one meant The Bening, or even Before that, seeing as he was a demon and all that fanfare.

Once that IT had been specified, though, Mister Crowley would scrunch his nose in concentration, his yellow eyes unfocusing under his dark shades. 1862 may be the answer. The year Aziraphale became incredibly outraged when he asked the angel for holly water.

Things had been turning in Hell, and not for the better if one ought to speculate what "better" meant for Hell. Rumors vibrated under Hell's floors, restlessness infected high and low demons alike, and meanwhile, there he was, on Earth, fraternising with the enemy.

Angels and demons were on opposite sides planning the magnificent war that would take place on Doom's day. However, on Earth, Aziraphale and Crowley had an agreement in order to fulfill their supervisors will and yet enjoy all the perks of human nature. That was clearly dangerous and although it had always been the case, Crowley found himself in desperate need of a plan B. Succumbing to Hell's sentence if they found out about his conversations with the angel was a dreadful idea. He'd rather cease existing by his own means, thank you very much.

The angel hated the idea, of course, and so a long period of them not talking to one another began.

It started then, perhaps. A lurking feeling of loneliness and pointless existence nested in his chest, making themselves terribly comfortable there. Crowley reproduced the exchange in his mind over and over trying to pin down the exact word he should've changed or added in order to make the anger understand that it was imperative that he became the owner of a bottle of holy water.

Crowley tried to force his path and Aziraphale's in order to break the ice that kept growing between them, but it was fruitless. All he could do was observe Aziraphale's SoHo bookshop from a safe distance, his heart aching painfully and pitifully.

After that, Crowley took a nap. One shall be well versed in the notion that even when neither angels nor demons have the need to drink, eat, or sleep, they can do so if they so much as please, although a nap from them could entail a few decades.

It wasn't until 1941 that they met again in a London church at night. Crowley had heard about the nazis tricking a Mister Fell into finding them extremely rare books. They put a double act on Aziraphale, as they used a sweet miss to pretend to be a secret agent working with Scotland Yard. Only the angel could be as naïve as to trust and fall for it, Crowley was sure of it.

All in all, Crowley entered that church to aid whom he still thought of as his colleague. Friend, perhaps. It wasn't easy. Consecrated ground did awful things to the soles of his feet. If only his jittery tippy-tap wouldn't make his arms shake on his sides he could've entered much earlier and snatched a big bowl of the holy water resting there. Unsupervised!

Again, summing it up, Crowley and Aziraphale saved each other that night. It might've been then when it started, probably. Standing on top of the church ruins after the German bombing over London, Crowley cleaned his dark lenses as Aziraphale cried in distress about the rare books the nazis had asked him to bring and that he thought were lost under the ruins. Calmly, Crowley seized the bag full of books from one of the dead nazis and handed it to the angel.

"Lift home?" he asked playing it cool.

If one were to ask him how he knew it had taken place, Crowley would answer that the angel's eyes were unable to contain a certain affection from all the drive to SoHo.

Their night did not end there. No, Crowley had an appointment with one of the nightclubs, and Aziraphale went with him. The angel was beaming at the perspective of performing his magic tricks on a stage, and so Crowley humored him as nicely as he could.

During the magic performance, it appeared again in the form of pure trust. Crowley had never been trusted so blindly, so bloody well undeserving, and yet there was the angel handing him the gun to perform a magic trick where none of their miracles worked. The trick was a success and the beaming came back to Aziraphale as he played with the feathery boas in the dressing room, a flamboyant energy pouring from his smile and movements.

Crowley was captivated.

It nearly meant his end, as their understanding was found out by another demon, but he couldn't care anymore. Not when Aziraphale was just there, so damned happy and innocent.

Crowley was quick. His brain, that is. He was fast to acknowledge the thing-y in his being that pulled him towards the angel with such fervor it made him dizzy. Crowley was deeply and utterly in love with Aziraphale.

More so when Aziraphale showed that, using some handy work, he had snatched from the demon the photograph that proved that they knew each other rather well. They dined together, toasting their success, closing the gap those years had craved in their relationship.

Then, long after the food had been digested and the wine had been drunk, Aziraphale escorted him to the bookshop door.

"May I?" he asked, with his posh manners and his feelings falling down his sleeve.

Crowley obliged.

Aziraphale assisted him with his coat, and his hat, and he even straightened his red tie though it did not need any adjustment.

That is when it started. The moment Crowley knew Aziraphale loved him with the same ardor as he loved him. Sadly, Aziraphale has always been the slower of the two as well as the most afraid of Heaven's ire. 

The end.

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