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fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic · 1 month

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Good Omens Fic Rec: Big Name Feelings

FANDOM AU! • Crowley is a BNF fic writer, and Aziraphale is a lurking artist who might be just a little parasocially in love with him. How they ever became friends is beyond him, but here they are: One month out from Prophet Con, and Crowley is asking him to be his boyfriend. Just for the weekend, of course.

Length: 103,997 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥

Best for: Safe in Public, Human AU, Slow Burn, Fake Relationship, Pick-me-up

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by ghostrat

*Minor Spoilers* It's here! The finale of one of the most entertaining and immersive fanworks that I have ever experienced is finally upon us! I feel like most of you who follow me here are aware of this fanfic or have read it. However, for those who haven't or might come across this post later: I'm begging you to read this one. Buckle up; it's a long post today.

So, if you're not aware, this fanfic involves writer Crowley and fan artist Aziraphale. Crowley, being ace, seeks a boyfriend to shield him from unwanted attention during an upcoming convention. Aziraphale, smitten, agrees to be the fake boyfriend. This Arrangement is sure to work out exactly as planned!

Every one of the author's stories feels cinematic to me. The worlds are always so real and immersive, but this one, in particular, will have you feeling like you're actually watching the story unfold in real life. Some of that is achieved through embedded media like chats, artwork, and Tumblr posts, bringing a sense of reality to these conversations. The rest comes from really rich prose. You'll flow through it very easily, yet deeply.

The use of fandom and a convention as the backdrop for this fic was, to be honest, genius. I've seen attempts before, but none captured the spirit quite like this one. The fandom lore for The Nice and Accurate Prophecy (the in-universe fandom they're in) was rich enough for us to fully grasp the shape and feel of why they loved it so much, yet it never impedes the ongoing story. This story perfectly captured what it's like to be a fan: how friendships develop, how ideas and fan theories are freely discussed, the passion for a shared topic. The con, in particular, will fill anyone who has ever attended a fan convention with a strong dose of nostalgia and love. Oh, and having them in their 50s? Thank you! There is no age limit to fandom!

Having Aziraphale as the artist and Crowley the writer was not the most obvious choice, but it's one that worked amazingly well for the story! Crowley struggles with words and expressing his feelings in real life. However, in stories, he can build his own world and express whatever emotions are on his mind. Aziraphale, who does not wish to draw attention to himself in real life, expresses himself through his bold and beautiful artwork. His specialization in traditional, physical artwork is so fitting for him, though he's not unwilling to try new tech. There is a scene where they stumble upon some street art that Aziraphale had done. I teared up at that scene, and it's not even angsty! Just the casualness of it, how it's not Aziraphale but Crowley who boldly leads them to it, how Aziraphale doesn't sing his own praises. He's not self-deprecating, but he doesn't celebrate his work. He's still learning that he has value that's worth celebrating. At least now he has Crowley to teach him to be proud of himself.

They are both beautifully written characters. It's a real testament to the skill of the author to bring these characters into such a different reality and have them be unmistakably Aziraphale and Crowley. Sure, they're updated for the time and setting, but their souls are still the angel and demon we know and love. This setting is an amazing way to explore the different sides of their personalities. Crowley's asexuality, in particular, was one of the best depictions I've ever read. It brought a new level of understanding to me, and I'm sure many of you will feel a kinship with him. Really pay attention to what's being said here, there's some really deep and insightful passages that are worth analyzing. Like this moment, which may have been a subconscious thought, but again speaks to how deeply the author understands the characters.

This was such an amazing experience as a fan. I've never had a fic feel like this much of an event before. Every chapter drop was so exciting; I never knew what exactly to expect. And now, with the end being over 100k words?? Where did that word count come from! That's insane! I'm sad to leave this iteration, but I'm so excited for what's to come next. So please, if you haven't read this, give it a try. It's such a impressive work, so much time and effort was put into this and you can tell. It's not only a love letter to Good Omens, but one to fandom and fanspaces as well. Thank you, thank you, thank you for this journey

There are some explicit scenes towards the end, but they are all marked and skippable, so I'd say you're perfectly fine reading this in public.

Edit from after actually seeing the finale: no I’m not tearing up it’s just really dusty in this room. I’m being so normal rn 🥹🥹🥹

Read it here, fic by ghostrat

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kanna-kizuchi-enjoyer · 11 months

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corruptedeclipse · 1 year

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rainiishowers · 2 years

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If requests are open, may we ask parts 2 of those recent Mammon angst? I crave for a conclusion

Alright, I can do a conclusion XD Summary: Diavolo allows Mammon to become a human and resign from being the Avatar of Greed, but allows him six more days to get everything together.. Jeez, this turned out much longer then I thought lmao. Genre: Angsty Fluff ---

What was suppose to be surprise birthday party led to a somber event where the brothers realized that they were going to lose Mammon. Everyone went home while Diavolo and Mammon talked privately. Much later, dinner came about in the House of Lamentation, but no one really ate, everyone's minds still trying to process that they were going to lose Mammon, who didn't even come out of his room. MC looks at the brothers and sighs. "Listen." They start, getting everyone's attention. "Before Mammon goes, I can try to convince him to spend time with every one of you, but I'm not a miracle worker." They were caged into a hug by Beel, MC sighs and pats his arm before he let go, a frown on his face. --- There was a knock on Mammon's door and he groans from the bed, flipping to the other side to face away from the door. MC walks in and made their way to the bed. "Mams?" "...What?" "I... I want to propose an idea." Mammon turns to face the human with a raised eyebrow. "You don't have to, but.. you have six days left, so do you think you could spend time with the others?" "...Why should I?" "They are going to miss you.." That earned a snort from Mammon as he sat up. "Really?" "Don't you remember how they were at the castle? Yes really." MC sighs. "I'm not forcing you, I know they treated you horribly, so if you don't want to, I will go tell them that." Silence was all Mammon’s answer was as he looks around his soon to be abandoned room, seeing some trinkets on the tables and shelves that reminded him of the so called brothers. It was understandable that he was going to miss the brothers, it’s not like he really wanted to leave them, he loved them, but he couldn’t bear the feelings they brought upon him. “Fine, I guess I can.. Least I can do before I go..” He murmurs. MC smiles and squeezes his hand before getting up. “Alright, I’ll go tell them.” They walk off, leaving Mammon to watch as they leave and just sit there in silence. Why was he shaking? Out of fear of facing his “brothers” again? Because he was going to miss them? Mammon didn’t like it regardless.. --- First day, the twins. Mammon was thankful they were the easiest to talk to. The traveling carnival was in the Devildom, so like times before, they went there. “I’m not too heavy, am I?” Mammon snorts as he carries Belphie on the back with Belphie clinging onto him like a koala. “You’re as light as a feather!” “Good.” Beel and Mammon laugh as Belphie nuzzles his face into the second eldest’s neck. Mammon decided that for the last days he would be here, he might as well spend his grimm, and so he got food from food stalls and won little prizes for the twins, it may of been those crappy carnival game toys, but it meant a lot to Beel and Belphie. Mammon felt bad for doing this to the twins, especially Belphie. They lost Lilith, who they were probably the closest to, and now they were going to lose another they were close with? After a ride, they found a spot to sit, and Mammon stared at the ground, catching Belphie’s attention. The youngest poked his face with a huff, which caught Beel’s attention “What’s with that face?” Mammon huffs back and playfully swats it away, sighing right after. “..You guys ain’t mad at me for anything, are ya?” “If you’re talking about your decision to become human.. no.” Belphie slumps back. "I’m not ether-” Beel interjects. “I think it’s understandable.. As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” Mammon chuckles, that was typical of Beel, always putting the ones he cared about first. “..I’m sorry for the way I reacted at the castle, by the way..” Belphie crosses his arms. “..I know it’s not my place to tell you what you can and can’t do..” “..Thanks, it was a pretty fair reaction, honestly..” There was a loud growl, interrupting Belphie and Mammon’s conversation. “I’m hungry...” The other two broke into a fit of laughter, eventually joined by Beel as Mammon stood up. “There’s a food stall I’ve been wanting to try, how ‘bout we go there?” The other two agree and the three make their way to the food stall, recounting fond memories and laughing together. --- Second day, Asmodeus. Mammon and Asmo decided to hit the town as the way to spend time together, riding in Mammon’s Demonio 666 Lexura, which he was going to give to whatever brother wanted it when he left. There were a lot of things that the brothers were going to get that Mammon couldn’t take with him, he planned to hand them down to either Levi or Asmo and Satan. They were having fun, riding around in the sports car, Asmo having chosen skimpy clothing and acting like it was a carpool, Mammon going alone with it as they rode around. Finally, they got to a hill, to relax and watch the sun go down, before Lucifer inevitably called them back. Music played as Mammon rested his head on the steering wheel. “Hey.. Before I go, live out my life as a human.. is there anythin’ I should know?” Asmo looks over and leans back, frowning. “Yea actually..” Mammon looks over, waiting for him to continue. “I.. I’m sorry, I really am.. I was too stuck up to realize the insults I directed at you were too cruel, forget being a brother, that isn’t how you treat someone in general.” Asmo frowns and looks at Mammon. “I get if you want to become human but I can’t imagine it was an easy decision.” “..It wasn’t.” Mammon sighs. None of this was easy, on him or the brothers. They’ve been a family for millennia, it wasn’t exactly easy to part with any of them “So.. no regrets?” Asmo asks, with a cheeky smile on his face Mammon chuckles. “None.” ---- Third day, Satan. These two decided to go to a cafe, feeding cats along the way. Mammon smiles as Satan fed the cats, petting them and giving them attention. He crouches beside Satan, a cat going over to him, looking for treats. Mammon gave the cat what they wanted and petted them as they ate from his hand. Satan looks over and chuckles. “Rainbow is always looking for treats.” “You named 'em?” “Hey, if I can’t bring them home, I can at least name them!” Satan huffs. “Alright alright-” Mammon chuckles, raising his hands in a playful defeat. The two continue to make their way to the cafe, but something was a bit off about Satan. Mammon nudges his shoulder, catching his attention. “What’s wrong?” “Isn’t it obvious?” The Avatar of Wrath made his hands into fists. “You’re leaving! Just like that!” “Satan--” Mammon stops, Satan stares at the ground, stopping beside him too as tears threatened to escape. He was so quick to get emotional it was surprising, but who could blame him? “I knew something like this would happen, yet I was still unprepared!” Mammon places a hand on his shoulder. “Ya can’t be prepared for everything..” “Don’t you think I know that?!” Satan yells, yet it didn’t faze Mammon, as he took his hand off his shoulder. “I...I’m sorry.” He quietly apologizes. “It’s just.. You’ve been there for me so much when I was still learning how to be something aside from just wrath itself..” “I still remember when you would come to my room when Lucifer was busy.” Mammon chuckles, in an attempt to clear the air a bit. Satan chuckles. “Yea, I did that a lot..” Mammon hummed in agreement, before Satan suddenly hugged him, which surprised him more then anything. Mammon got over his shock and simply hugs back. “...Thank you.. Thank you for everything..” Hearing that.. It made Mammon feel all fuzzy inside, it wasn’t sarcastic, or patronizing, it was a genuine thank you.. “You’re welcome, Satan..” --- Fourth day, Leviathan. Mammon knocks on the door to Levi’s room. “Levi? It’s me, Mammon-“ He flinches a bit as the door flung open. He walks in and looks around, closing the door behind him. Everything was such a calming blue and the sound of the aquarium made him more anxious and less anxious at the same time “Levi?” His eyes land on a little blanket and pillow fort Levi made, but no Levi in sight. He then saw something shifting under an aqua colored blanket. Mammon walks over and sat beside the lump that was Levi underneath the blanket, crossing his legs. It was silent before Mammon sighs. “Hey, ya ready to talk?” “Levi’s not here at the moment, please wait a minute.” Mammon leans back, hearing shaky breathing. Unfortunately, it was always a bit hard to talk to Levi after The Fall. He wished it wasn’t, but with their opposing personalities and them being at odds with each other, it really couldn’t be helped. Eventually, a head pops out of the blanket, revealing Levi. “Hey-” “..Hi..” Mammon thought of playing a few games in an attempt to cheer him up before he talked about the issues. After all, the point of this was to try and bond with them, tying up any loose threads before he leaves. “...Let’s get this over with..” Levi huffs, sitting up, but not making eye contact with Mammon. A moment of silence filled the room as tears welled up in Levi’s eyes. “I’m sorry you had to deal with me.” “Levi-” “Not only am I gross, yucky shut in, but I’m also a horrible brother!” Ah, self deprecation, Levi’s go to tactic when feeling like shit. Mammon places his hand on his shoulder and looks at him with a calm expression. “Levi look at me.“ It took a minute, but the otaku looks up at his older brother. He took the arms off his shoulders and sighs. “We’ve been at odds for years, and I’ll admit, there was shit I’ve done that made me a horrible brother too..” “But I’ve told you to go off yourself so many times I can’t count, I was the one who was always bullying you, and taking things too far! “And that’s your mistake!” Mammon glares. “But my mistakes are what caused you to lash out sometimes!” Here they were at it again, aggressively arguing while trying to one up the other. It didn’t help the situation all that much, but it was letting them explain their side of the story. It didn’t excuse any of the things they did, but it helped explain a lot of it. “...Why did you take it for so long?” “Well I didn’t really have any other choice, I was scared and alone, until MC came.” He sighs. “I didn’t have this option before.” “....” “Levi, I don’t want any bad blood between us before I leave, i want to get my life together and come back knowing we can act like brothers.” “Come back..? What do you mean?” “I mean once I get myself stable, I’m coming back to visit.. maybe.” “M-Maybe? ..You don’t want anything to do with us, do you?” Mammon groans, mentally bashing himself for saying that, before looking back at Levi. “I thought I didn’t, I thought I’d be perfectly fine without you guys, but I may be wrong, we’ll see.. I’m just.. not sure yet..” Levi leans against his brother. “Still, even if you don’t come back, thanks for at least thinking of us..” “Of course, I could never forget my brothers, who all made my life interesting.” Levi laughs and pokes him. “Could say the same for you, you never failed to make the days interesting for me..” Mammon grins proudly before ruffling his hair. “Good, I’m glad.” --- Fifth Day... Lucifer.

Oh god why Lucifer..? That’s all he thought as he makes his way to his private office with MC.. Where no one could hear him scream... Where so many punishments happened before.. He was terrified of facing Lucifer, rightfully so. Any wrong move could end up in punishment, at least that’s what he thought.. “Mammon, you want me to stay here so I can make sure he doesn’t do anything?” MC asks. He wanted to trust Lucifer, he wanted to think that nothing would happen, but it’s too late for that.. “Yea..” He murmurs. MC nods and squeezes his hand. “If you need to leave, just leave, okay? It’s alright if you get overwhelmed, I doubt Lucifer is going to blame you.” And that was the worst part, he was consciously abusing him, knowing the scars it left on Mammon “Okay..” Mammon walks into the office, leaving the door open enough to escape with ease. “Lucifer..” The eldest looks up from his desk and his stony faced expressions softens. His chair scrapped across the floor as he got up, walking over. Mammon stares up at him, the same ice cold glare he gave when Mammon told Lucifer he could do what he wanted. He was sick of being scared of him, it was high time for him to stand up for himself and-- “Mammon.. I’m sorry..” ..What? Mammon looked at him bewildered, the confident facade falling a bit to see that he did look genuinely sorry, but for some reason, Mammon had a hint of suspicion from his words. “I’m sorry..” Lucifer repeats, seems his pride was crumbling a bit, as the eldest was never one to repeat himself. “There’s no excuse for the things we’ve put you through, the things I’ve put you through.. I abused you, put too much pressure on you as the second eldest, made you absolutely terrified of me, that’s not how a brother should act..” “....” Lucifer sighs. “I understand your decision, and really, I’m thankful that I was able to tell you this because I do love you, even though I never made it entirely clear.” Lucifer was pulled into a sudden hug, which surprised him. He looks to see Mammon hugging him with his eyes shut. He simply smiles and hugs back. “Thank you.. Ya don’t know how much your words mean to me...” Mammon murmurs. They separate and Lucifer hums. “I assume you cleared up everything with the others?” “Yea, I guess-” Mammon rubs the back of his neck. “I just have one more place to visit.” --- Day Six, Luke and Simeon. “I’m going to miss you!!” Luke hugs Mammon tight, causing both adults to chuckle. “I’m sure we can visit him, Luke.” Simeon reminds, giving Mammon a hug of his own after Luke ended his grip on Mammon’s waist. “You’re planning on living with MC, correct?” He asks as he backs away. Mammon nods. “Yea, at least until I can support my own.” He says. Simeon smiles and backs away a bit. “I’m proud of you for doing this, I assume this wasn’t an easy decision to make.” The angel quirks an eyebrow up as Mammon sighs and nods in agreement. “At least you don’t have to be a demon anymore!” Luke huffs. Mammon playfully rolls his eyes and messes with his hair, getting a hissy response as they continue the conversation. --- Later that day, everyone met up in the castle to see Mammon become human and go off to the human world. MC agreed to stay there for a bit as they help Mammon get use to his new life and body. Mammon wasn’t going to retain all his memories, just like Lilith before him, but considering his rank and power, it wasn’t going to be as big of a blow to his memories. Before Diavolo began the ritual, he looks at Mammon with a frown on his face. “I’m going to miss you, it’s a shame to see you go but it’s for the best.” He says. “Before I start, is there anything you wish to say to the others?” Mammon looks at his brothers and friends before smiling sadly, picking up his bag and waving goodbye. Words in the demonic language were spoken and with a flash of light, Mammon and MC disappearing, being teleported to the human world. It was a sad sendoff, but maybe, just maybe, they would meet each again.

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bombnails · 1 year

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#@da_nail_lady #uploads #2023 #new years #black #gold #3d #glitter #fireworks #coffin shape #extra long #happy new year #nails #drizzle

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its-a-ittle-bit-cold · 1 year

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Enigma

lily and sirius x reader (platonic)

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You know that everyone’s staring at you. You can feel hundreds of eyes piercing through you as you are introduced by Professor Dumbledore - as the first ever American transfer student to Hogwarts. You know rumors. You know how they spread.

And you know that the boys you spent the train ride up here with are talkers.

By morning, there will be every rumor imaginable about your transfer.

All except the truth, of course.

You are right.

That morning, everyone thinks you’re the minister’s long lost daughter or that you’re secretly a dragon trainer.

A pretty red headed girl with unusually green eyes sits down next to you- James on your other side. She gives him a distasteful look that he ignores and introduces herself. you recognize her vaguely from one of the girls who invited you to play magical cards last night.

“I’m lily, remember? You and I have the same schedule, so i’ll be showing you the ropes, you know.” She pauses, handing you a think envelope. “here is your schedule, school map, really anything you’ll need is in here, so when you’re done, we can head to potions.”

You smile. “Yeah, thanks. Im actually done now, so should we…” you point a thumb to the door and click your tongue.

“wait, Evans, you’re not going to brainwash her quite yet,” James winks at you. Lily crosses her arms. You get the feeling that you’re caught in the middle of a feud.

“We’re going down to slughorn’s, and i am not brainwashing her, Potter.”

“what’s your first class, James?” you ask. “do you know?”

James is staring a Lily. There is history here.

“Potions,” he says tersely.

“great!” you exclaim. “we can wait for him.”

Lily looks less than happy, but takes a seat. You two start up a chatty conversation. Lily tells you some of the history hogwarts, her favorite places, and how the prefects work, while james takes his absolute time drinking his pumpkin juice (which you found absolutely disgusting) and taking minuscule bites of his eggs. You can tell lily is getting antsy, but you wait.

Eventually, he finishes, and the three of you set out, you holding mediating conversation between lily’s passive aggressive comments and james’s withheld responses. You can tell James is holding back biting comments to retort Lily’s- you’ve heard him talk with his friends, he’s smart. You appreciate this, and although lily is sort of attacking one of your only friends here, you admire her wit, and when she speaks to you, she’s perfectly civil. You will have to get the backstory, you think, to understand.

so you head down to the damp and dark castle dungeons - a far cry from the well-lit alchemy tower at ilvermorny - with the two of them. The teacher, a plump old wizard in extravagant robes, lights up when he lays eyes on the three of you, or rather, on lily.

lily goes and entertains his exclamations, and james waves a hand to a seat, once again staring at your new redheads friend.

“James?” you whisper after a second. “We should sit here.”

he seems to snap out of it and nods politely, putting his book bag in the chair to his left. You take the one on his right.

“what’s up with lily?” you ask carefully, wondering if this is a sensitive topic. James deflates.

“We- She….” He seems to struggle with his words. You busy yourself with arranging your materials on the desk. “it’s complicated. I was an airhead last year.”

“you still are, bud,” Sirius plops down next to James, dark eyes dancing with humor. He winks at you.

Remus, whose normally tidy brown hair is mussed and his tie is loose, gives you a sheepish look. You pull at your tie, making him look down. His cheeks flame bright red and he scrambles to adjust his appearance. Sirius has a shit-eating grin on his devilish face.

You glance at james, who purses his lips, laughing silently.

“Is this new?” you whisper, as Slughorn begins the lecture. Lily has taken the seat in front of you.

“Moony and padfoot? yeah. Brand.”

“Nicknames?” you snort, but quickly open up you textbook of advanced potion making to the page slughorn has written on the board.

When he shows you the three cauldrons, your hand is the first in the air, followed by Lily’s, and then, belatedly, Remus.

“Ah, our American prodigy, yes.”

You ignore the nickname and stand up, sauntering up to the cauldrons.

you catch a whiff of vanilla and a soft floral scent, and then a harder, woody cologne. you can smell parchment and mint toothpaste and the smell of a chlorinated swimming pool.

“This is amortentia,” you point at the pinkish potion. Its steam hovers in swirls, low hanging. “not brewed correctly, But it’s definitely amortentia. And this….”

You take one glance at the clear liquid. “veritiserum. and the gold pen is felix felicis.”

Slughorn gives you an approving look, his small beady eyes boring into you.

“And why, my dear, do you say the Amortentia is brewed incorrectly?”

you take a deep breath and wave your hand through the steam. it clings yo your skin, but still doesn’t disappear.

“It’s lingering, sir. The spirals should be constantly dissolving in the air, but you can see they’re low hanging.”

“very good, miss!” you cut you eyes to the floor and beat it back to your seat. James gives you an admiring look, And lily grins, high giving you.

A pretty successful first class, if you do say so yourself.

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your next class is divination.

(“That’s a waste of time,” James remarks when you inform him that you have to climb up to the tower. “she’s full of hogwash.”

You ignore his slang and cross your arms. “It’s interesting, even if it is hogwash.”

James grabs your satchel and holds it over his head.

“you can’t go if you don’t get this! Jesus, what’s in here? rocks?”

“no, it’s the weight i bench,” you say sarcastically, standing on your tippy toes trying to get your materials. “James, I’m going to be late!”

“You know, I actually don’t care,” James lets out a surprisingly high pitched giggle, and then covers his mouth, eyes wide.

Through your fit of giggles, you jump and grab your satchel, hitting his head on the way down.

Lily gives you an approving glance and offers a hand- she’s a toucher, you’ve observed)

Your professor - Antiope - is a weary looking old loon. Her hair is greying and falling out, you swear, from every movement she makes. Elaborate pearls and beads drape off her goth, mothball smelling frame.

She has a whisper of a voice, blue smoke whispers out of her lungs when she exhales Lily gives you a knowing look and whispers “she’s a bit of a kook, but… what she believes, what she teaches is very interesting.”

You believe her. The books you lugged up the silver latter weighed a ton.

Class goes quickly, only an overview of the things you’ll be learning this year, boring, but you write all of it down.

Lily points at your handwriting.

“How do you read that?” She points at her own, slightly more legible slanted script.

“that’s the secret,” you say. “You actually can’t, but some days i can see the shorthand.”

“Ah,” Lily taps her quill, and then pops the cork down into the inkwell. “shall we go?”

You strap your satchel tight over your shoulder. you must admit, you have an irrational fear of ladders. Specifically, descending a ladder. You smile tightly.

“Go on.��

lily steps down the porthole and the ladder jangles. You hang back, until it is you and Sirius Black alone.

“You going down?” you wave a hand at the porthole. Sirius has that look on his face that you’ve seen many times - he’s here to make you uncomfortable.

“Ladies first. I insist.”

“Well, go on then,” You tell him. He spins his wand lazily. Your fingers instinctively twitch for yours. You grip the strap of your satchel instead. His easy smile is teasing, but you know- he’s going to make you.

“You really should just go.”

Sirius looks down into the floor.

“Evans is waiting.”

Sure enough, Lily and all her bright red hair are waiting at the bottom of the ladder. She peers up at them.

“Sirius,” You sigh. “I can’t. Ladders aren’t my thing.”

Sirius falters, his smile sliding off his face.

“You’re going to have to go down eventually.”

“nope. I live up here now, with Antiope.”

Both of you glance over at the drooling professor.

“Yes. No. You need to get to transfiguration. We’re going to be late anyway. Evans hates that.”

You bite your tongue.

“Cmon, I’ll take your stuff down for you. Just hang on.”

You give him the satchel. but keep your wand tucked in your uniform. You won’t need it. You won’t need it to save yourself when you fall to your doom.

Sirius lopsidedly climbs his way down to the floor. You hear his heavy feet on the floor, and you can hear a short handed conversation between Lily and Sirius. You take a deep breath and know that it’s your turn.

Sirius is standing at the bottom.

Lily hovers near the side, wand drawn, ready to cast a padding charm.

You miss the last rung and scream and fall backwards. Sirius huffs as your full weight falls into him and sends you both toppling to the cushioned floor.

You lay there mortified. back against Sirius’s chest, and then both of you bursts out laughing, Lily following quickly after, into a fit of giggles.

“I think-“ you gasp through your laughs. “I’m quitting divination.”

Sirius, who is now sitting up, claps you on the shoulder solemnly.

“It’s for the best.”

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Transfiguration- the class your nerves and excitement have been building up for - your first actual practical class.

James is in it, and when you, Sirius, and lily walk in, red faced from both laughter and running down to the class, late, he seems approving. You meet his eyes and stifle your smile at the disapproving glare that Professor Mcgonagall is directing at the three of you. She has piercing eyes and deep green robes, but something about her makes her seem almost comfortable. Her severe face draws close together.

“Miss Evans. Mister Black. Miss (Y/l/n). Late. on the first day, i will excuse it, although you must not expect leniency in the future.”

You file to your empty seats in the front with a series of “yes ma’am’s,” and “sorry, professor,” and “really, Minnie, with these two, you can’t expect anything.” (Sirius)

“this year, we will focus on nonverbal spellwork, as all students in my class have achieved an exceeds expectations or higher on the O.W.L.S. Nonverbal spellwork requires an intense amount of focus, and you will see that we will begin with rudimentary magic, nonverbal.”

Mcgonagall writes three common spells on the board, using her wand as a stick of chalk.

You reach into your robes and pull out your wand- a white elder, with the core of a phoenix feather. It’s carved simply and you hold it with ease. The beetles you were supplied scramble around on the desk - the smallest animals imaginable.

You flick your wand. The beetle morphs easily into a button. With almost no willpower.

Lily seems to be struggling, so you peek over her shoulder.

“What are you thinking?” you ask her. She stares at wonder at the shiny black button on your desk. Her pale cheeks flush red.

“The spell. What were you?”

“You can’t just think the word, You need to picture what you want. Specifically. Like.. it’s so hard to explain, but you need to zoom in. Nothing is beetle. It’s the button.”

Lily sticks her tongue out between her lips and flicks her wrist.

The beetle turns into a button and lily screams in delight, and then hugs you tightly around the neck. You laugh into her shoulder.

This is a good start to a soon to be legendary year.

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lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar · 2 years

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#sweet #the sweet #sweet band #i'm laughing because #i said brian's hand was long on a different picture #but this looks like #andy's hand is the end of brian's #extra long #hand #and i just wanted to post this to point that out

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gritty both capturing the zeitgeist as usual AND educating me on the availability of free flow butter at american cinemas

#i am intrigued………..#is it to spritz more butter on your popcorn????#does the popcorn come unbuttered?#or is it extra flavouring on top of that #is it at all cinemas? or just some??#is it just pure melted liquid butter???#anyway #i just watched oppenheimer but honestly all i can think of is that tiktok comment: ‘why einstein gotta be such a cutie patootie’#yes i’m drained but also….#albert einstein in his babygirl era #long post #gritty #barbie #barbenheimer #philadelphia flyers

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houseofhairla · 1 year

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3 packs to achieve this look

#braid #braids #braiding hair #ponytail #extra long #hair

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turnipoddity · 18 days

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damn i think he likes him or something

#I HAVE. no idea why this took extra long LMAO #myart #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #chainshipping #saw #saw fanart

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fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic · 1 month

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Good Omens Fic Rec: Time Marches Forward

Our story follows Aziraphale as he toils alone in Heaven to thwart the Second Coming while Crowley, back on Earth, encounters a powerful and frightened 15-year-old Adam Young in desperate need of guidance. One of the infinite possibilities for how the Good Omens story can end. With some twists, and some angst, and lots of character development.

Length: 128,201 words

AO3 Rating: Mature

Best for: Safe in Public, Slight Angst, Post S2

Triggers: Temporary Character Death (kind of)

Read it here, fic by Bellisima_writes

*Minor Spoilers* I need everyone to read this story and marvel at the fact that this is the author's first fic! I am astounded by the quality of this story. It's cinematic, clever, and creative. It constructs a world that fits seamlessly into the canon while introducing its own truly interesting concepts. If you're looking for a Season Three "what if", this is a must-read!

Our story starts immediately after the Final 15. Aziraphale arrives in Heaven and already things are suspicious. I really love that this story goes with the route of taking things mostly at face value. It's not until the Second Coming line that Aziraphale truly kicks into gear, fully understanding the threat he's under. Crowley meanwhile finds himself in Tadfield, where a 15 year old Adam Young is in desperate need of some guidance. I won't spoil the plot; it's best experienced as it unfolds. This is a long story, but the pacing and plotting are brilliant, the time will fly by so easily. I read way past the time I was supposed to stop without even realizing it!

The characterizations are all excellent here. Adam in particular is one of the best uses I've seen with him. There is a character introduced that he will parallel with beautifully. Both placed into positions they did not ask for, tasked with things they do not want, and burdened with unbearable responsibility. It was a really insightful bit of characterization, and made me look at that "new" character in a way I never have before. Adam's new relationship with Crowley was such a beautiful and heartwarming plotline. He needed Crowley in his life, to help guide him, to understand his powers, and how he fits into the world. Crowley needed him just as much.

Crowley and Aziraphale's characterizations are top notch as well. It was effortless to read this in their voices, and just be prepared for this story's 1941...ouch. Actually a lot of what Aziraphale went through here broke my heart. This story creates a phenomenon called, "The Void." It's as ominous as it sounds, and puts Aziraphale through the ringer. As much as it hurt, it was also a really interesting concept. I'm so relived that Aziraphale will be taken care of now.

Seriously, what an excellent story this was. This is a more action based plot, and every twist and turn kept me right on my toes. Safe in public, and while there's some hints of angst, it's not a heavy story. If this is what a first fic can be, I can't wait to read this author's second!

Read it here, fic by Bellisima_writes

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #fanfic rec #aziracrow #good omens fic rec #aziraphale x crowley #Time Marches Forward #Bellisima_writes #extra long #safe in public #post s2 #second coming #adam young #canon timeline #slight angst #no spice

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