#yeah i fucked up but not by worrying about muriel

[ask-eric-the-disposable-demon]

okay so a dozen of us just keeled over from stress, and about a dozen more got taken out by Hastur for "working yourself into a Satan-blessed tizzy over a silly angel" but I think we're all good now. Still freaking out, just, on the inside.

#ask a disposable demon #yeah i fucked up but not by worrying about muriel #but for poking the bear that is the metabitch #crowley says he has a plan #i hope so

[considerablecolors]

so anyways thinking about Muriel trying to learn more about humans and watching TV and such and how they would absolutely undeniably be OBSESSED with Bluey once they discovered it. how they would immediately feel connected to characters that are also learning more about the world around them everyday and being proud of themselves for slowly picking up on jokes for the older audience and such. which is a fun thought by itself. BUT THEN.

this brings to mind Muriel wanting to show Bluey to Crowley and Aziraphale (this takes place sometime after season 3 where they're all a family again), and Crowley's like "yeah everyone Below tried really hard to stop it from getting distributed in the US, big blow for us" to which Aziraphale replies "oh yes I spoke with the angel that worked on it, they got quite the promotion!"

anywho both of them try to get out of watching it because "it's a bloody kids show" and "I'm really not too fond of modern television" but Muriel is making puppy dog eyes so OBVIOUSLY they're gonna cave in eventually.

and at first they're not really paying TOO much attention, Aziraphale is charmed by the soundtrack and animation and Crowley does snort at "this isn't the eighties anymore" but like obviously they're not INTO it, they can just admittedly see why Muriel likes it. and then. AND THEN. THE BLUEY EFFECT.

pause. we all know of the Bluey phenomenon. like oh it's this kids show for babies like peppa pig to -> oh there's some fun jokes for the parents here the teachers really like it to -> oh god I'm a 22 year old mentally ill queer person who's been sobbing my eyes out on tiktok for ten minutes why didn't my dad ever love me.

something something the soft gentle tone of the show and its lessons combined with how honest and blunt they are about things combined with the kind and powerful parenting displayed by the main family. it breaks people. it heals wounds. it gets through to those repressed issues. we all know the bluey effect.

NOW. THAT'S FUCKING HUMANS. NOW IMAGINE THAT WITH THESE FUCKERS.

literally centuries worth of repressed trauma, NO emotional intelligence or awareness whatsoever, every mental barrier you can think of, literally mommy issues from GOD, and on top of it all, they're an angel and a demon right so obviously they don't need to worry about petty human things like "therapy" and "coping skills" and "talking through issues" and "boundaries" and ""self-worth"".

BLUEY WOULD FUCKING BREAK THEM.

like oh yes this is a charming show but I'm not sure it's quite for me and then BOOM. Aziraphale gets hit with "there's something going on with me" "does your outside voice sometimes say yes when your inside voice says no?" "I don't think I know how to relax" "I just... felt like I was doing everything wrong"

like wow angel are you actually crying over cartoon dogs you're so emotional and then BOOM. Crowley gets hit with the "you don't need to keep coming back to this place" "he should take care of himself because I still need him" "now you've got all that upset and angry in your hands- do you want to keep it?" "why can’t she just have the thing she wants?"

ALL OF A SUDDEN MURIEL LOOKS UP AND OH MY GOD I MADE MY DADS CRY I'VE NEVER SEEN THEM CRY BEFORE OH NO OH NO WHAT DO I DO UMMM NINA MAGGIE PLEASE COME TO THE BOOKSHOP I THINK I BROKE THEM ON ACCIDENT

i'm just saying if aziraphale and crowley had been blueypilled before then maybe there would've actually been some fucking nightingales ok.

#this is possibly my most unhinged post to date but do you SEE the vision. #“i wrote a 'characters watch good omens' fic” WELL WHAT IF I WROTE A GOOD OMENS CHARACTERS WATCH BLUEY FIC HUH. WHAT THEN. #bluey #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #Crowley #muriel #aziracrow #good omens 2 #cc speaks

[aziraphales-library]

hello! how are u guys? sorry for my bad english! i was wondering if there were any fics in where crowley and zira are fighting and one of them makes the other cry? if they have happy ending better <3

Hi. You can check our #arguing tags for more fics like this. Here are some that feature fighting and crying...

Worry by Ilovecastiel18 (G)

Crowley finally wakes up from his year-long nap and goes to the bookshop to find a distraught Aziraphale. As it turns out, they are both very upset about what has taken place in 2020 and are both in need of comfort from one another. Hurt/comfort, angst, love confessions. Mild language warning. One-Shot.

Loose feathers by tenebi (T)

Situation: Crowley and Aziraphale have been drinking, Aziraphale yet again mentions Crowley's nature and his “ incapacity to love ”. “I mean it’s not like you have been treating me like I am always here to personally attack you or it’s not like you have been putting every fucking problem of this earth on my back just because I happen to be there, and yeah I know I know that what demons do but I was expecting you to understand after a bit… or when you keep telling every soul that we meet that we aren’t friends” Crowley's voice began to crack, but he didn’t care anymore. His glasses were giving him enough protection to hide the pain in his eyes and the literal pain caused by the liquid that had started to gather up in his eyes. “ but the worst the worst is that even after everything, the 6000 years, the armageddon and the trial.. you still think I don’t-”

Hold that thought! by thenightmares (T)

how season 2 SHOULD HAVE ENDED. major spoilers for season two of good omens!

Fallen by TheCosmicPebble (G)

Crowley is very busy feeling sorry for himself when he gets a call from Muriel. Aziraphale is back on Earth, and someone is really wrong with him. Post S2 fic where Aziraphale chose to go to Heaven without Crowley, just like in the show. My interpretation of what happened after!

In Pieces by LollipopCop (E)

Crowley has been nursing his broken heart in a numb stupor since the day Aziraphale left for Heaven, but it turns out he isn't the only one suffering. Their kiss did not go unnoticed by the Metatron, nor unpunished.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #arguing #crying #emotional hurt/comfort #mod d

[chaoticace2005]

My reactions to Good Omens S2:

Episode 1

-wait Crowley backstory?

-they knew each other? I’m screaming

-okay Crowley maybe don’t brush off your future husband like that?

-angel Crowley is such a nerd

-oof Aziraphale, don’t worry in 6000+ years Crowley will only be thinking that about you

-and yeah of course Crowley is already questioning things

-I’m sure they could object to that

-HE DID THE WING THING

-is starmaker Crowley gonna be something actually discussed??

-also im just now thinking that in s1 only Crowley introduced himself and in s2 only aziraphale did

-yeah… aziraphale is not gonna like the “angle” thing

-THERE WERE LOCKDOWNS

-aziraphale really just adopted someone huh

-“I’m very good at forgiveness, it’s one of my favorite things” dude you’re too good for this world

-yep Crowley is having an existential crisis

-oh hi Gabriel

-yeah aziraphale is about to be in for a rude awakening

-aww they’re cute

-oh wow aziraphale stop lying

-okay does this guy have both types of amnesia

-okay but there was a fly in the box so… beezelbub?

-okay Crowley I’m sure there’s more reasons than just those 3

-okay he really just chugged that

-aww she’s cute

-oof Maggie

-okay him and Crowley are already killing me

-yeah Crowley is having a mental breakdown

-“hell me take care of him”, shfhsh

-“he’s smoking”

-oh dang the old, lock them in a room together

-okay they’re really a human aziraphale and Crowley

-yep Lindsay sucks

-love how aziraphale is pretending not to look interested

-this is a complete flip from s1 where Crowley has to convince aziraphale to get involved

Episode 2

-CROWLEY NO

-DUDE STOP KILLING GOATS

-oh him and Muriel knew each other

-love how aziraphale really doesn’t want anyone to buy books

-Crowley archangel?!

-the fact that they have to make the place accessible

-oof I thought Jim was just invisible, turns out archangels really are just so self involved

-they have to be matchmakers dhdhdhdh

-yeah I’d be scared too if that Crowley was looking for my children

-THEY REMEMBER THEY KNEW EACHOTHER AS ANGELS

-Crowley got aziraphale into food?!

-Yeah the angels are gonna be confused about childbirth

-“OUR CAR”

-THERES A GOOD OMENS BOOK

-okay was last season just Crowley falling for aziraphale and this one is the opposite

Episode 3

-aww they’re cute

-Crowley’s moving in

-awww they’re cute

-ooh why’s beezelbub so anxious?

-awww Crowley gets quality time with his son

-Crowley really is stuck on the rain

-is this gonna be Crowley and aziraphale taking care of kids throughout the years?

-Crowley is fucking high

-fudgfhdhdh Crowley

-“blessings to twitter and Grindr”… yeah I’ll give blessings to one of them

-protective Crowley!

Episode 4:

-“Lesi”?

-dude, do NOT let her into your car

-“you don’t seem his type at all” babe wtf

-“I REMEMBER HEARING YOU AND CROWLEY WERE AN ITEM”

-who is furfur?

-ooh after the church?

-how did those bastards not die?

-awww aziraphale is so in love

-oh no aziraphale is going as magician?

-ZOMBIE NAZIS

-“expert lip reader”…oh this will be good

-Crowley’s doing voices 😂

-“someone you can really trust”

-oof miracle blocking 😭 this is gonna be painful

-“my miracles aren’t working” “neither are mine” god they’re so stupid

-of course he’s never fired a gun before dhdhdhebbd

-how is this magic trick legal?

-ejhdhd démons really can’t read

-“I knew you’d come through for me, you always do”

Episode 5

-doctor who

-DUDE GAVE AWAY A BOOK

-Eric dude stop asking questions, you’re gonna get lightning bolted

-Nina definitely thinks they’re an item

-I WAS RIGHT

-Crowley’s a stuttering mess 😂

-the fact Nina just assumes Crowley could never be straight

-okay I think Nina broke Crowley

-did Crowley set up a fucking date?

-oh aziraphale you’re definitely “smitten”

-oh dude, Crowley maybe don’t spill about the swap?

-told “MY OWN FRIEND”

-“and I did not care for it” oh baby I’m sure you didn’t

-CROWLEY FINALLY ACCEPTED HES A DAD

-the way Gabriel is dressed up 😂

-everyone is so posh

-oh no Maggie

-aziraphale censored the bloody place

-dude let her say something other “seamstress”

-LET CROWLEY AND AZIRPAHALE DANCE TOGETHER

-lmao they’re flirting with Gabriel

-THEYRE GONNA FANCE

-well they danced for like five seconds

-CROWLEY IS A NERD, Aziraphale is gonna fucking marry this guy on the spot

-nevermind he’s just quick in his feet

-“I won’t leave you on your own”

-oh that’s the magician’s partner, I was wondering who they were

-“you’re a good lad” “I’m not actually either”

-“rescuing me makes him so happy”

-I do not think azirpahale is gonna like Crowley just running to heaven

-okay how are they gonna finish this in 50 minutes?

Episode 6

-ANGEL COSPLAYER CROWLEY

-so Nina and Maggie just keep developing their relationship while locked in places

-warrior aziraphale?

-dang hes really just using what killed him last season as a weapon?

-“nah”?

-“Crowley’s emotional support angel”

-“Jim go to your room” “goodnight”: THIS IS LITERALLY PARENTS TO THEIR KIDS

-oh wait what about his books?

-THE BOOKS

-angel form aziraphale?

-ooh halo

-DONT TOUCH IT ERIC

-Crowley is the only one here with any braincells

-if they do a miracle together it works too well? 😂

-beezlebub actually talking to flies

-“you’re perfect” they say, to a fly holding Gabriel’s memories

-THEY WERE SEEING EACH OTHER

-are they gonna dance?

-their hands lingered

-“no one’s ever given me anything before”

-THEY GOT TOGETHER: “I just found something that matters more to me than choosing sides”

-Crowley is just watching his husband get to work

-“alpha centauri’s nice”, aziraphale looks at him

-aziraphale is just looking lovingly at Crowley during this entire scene and I’m losing it

-“we need a little us time” “just us. Not you”

-aww he’s putting the place back together

-Nina called Maggie angel

-them recognizing that they can do things at their own pace and not be forced together

-they’re giving him relationship advice

-he put his glasses on :(

-“we could have been us”

-CROWLEY CJRHDHRHDH

-THEYRE KISSING?!

-oh Crowley no :(

-“anything you need to take with you?”

-WHY WOUKD YOU END IT LIKE THAT?

-WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK

-okay I seriously can’t believe at the end of this somehow Aziraphale in the Archangel and Gabriel is the one who ran off to Alpha Centauri with a demon

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens season 2 spoiler #go2 spoilers #gos2 spoilers

[duck-in-a-spaceship]

The Post Break-Up Box of Shame

WOO chapter two babey. This is it for this one, there's not gonna be a chapter three, but I might tack on some extra scenes! Tell me if there's anything else you want to see with this concept!!

Summary: Crowley's car is throwing fit, and the lesbians are here to save the day. As if he's going to let them.

Word Count: 2501

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Chapter 2: Some Bloody Conspiring

“Oh my, we were wondering if you two would be back,” Maggie was approaching him fairly rapidly, and Crowley made it his mission to approach the Bentley rapidly-er. “What on earth happened? Are you alright?”

“Oh yeah, just peachy.” The door of the Bentley, which usually swung right open on his arrival, was suddenly stuck. “Come on you little- oh here, take this.” Crowley shoved the box of plants at her, and Maggie struggled to grab onto them in time, lurching forwards slightly to take hold.

“Careful!” she insisted, adjusting her grip on the plants so they didn’t fall.

“Right, yep, sorry about that. Would you stop throwing a fit?”

“Excuse me! I’m-”

“Oh not you,” Crowley told her, waving a hand dismissively. “This blasted door won’t open. Although, while you’re here, we should have a little chat- aha!” The door to the Bentley suddenly popped open, and Crowley cheerfully swung it aside.

“Yes, I wanted to talk to you too, actually.” Maggie offered out the plants to him, and Crowley took them, shoving them in the backseat.

“Right, right. Yeah, Muriel, the new angel at the bookshop? They’ve got no clue what they’re doing, quite frankly, when it comes to human things, so you really don’t have to worry about rent. She tried to get me to take it to Aziraphale, but obviously he doesn’t need it either-”

“Yes, Aziraphale, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“-so you can just hang on to it,” Crowley continued, completely ignoring her attempted interjection. He shut the door of the Bentley. “In fact you could probably go get what you already gave her, just tell her I said it was alright or something, tell them it’s some sort of human thing.”

“Crowley, I’m not really worried about the rent. I mean, thank you and all but… well but really I just wanted to talk to you?”

He reached out past her to open the door of the Bentley, which would preferably be followed by the steps of getting in the driver’s seat and speeding away. Ideally with some Queen playing, not any of that loverboy nonsense, but some good old Bohemian, or a ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ for the road. All of this was prevented by the fact that the door would. Not. Budge.

“Why?” he asked her sharply, tugging on the handle. “Have some more winning advice to give?”

Maggie winced, looking at Crowley pitifully as he continued to struggle with his car. “I’m guessing it didn’t go well then?”

“No.”

“Well… well what happened? Maybe it’s not all a lost cause, you know?”

Crowley scoffed, gave up on the handle to turn and face her. “Not a lost cause, right. Hey, just wondering, have you seen him at that bookshop lately? Or anywhere, really? Nah, right? Seems lost to me.” He rapped on the window. “Do you at least want to open this, or are you going to continue to be difficult?”

He mostly expected the Bentley to stay quiet, maybe a small part expected the window to indeed roll down. What Crowley was not expecting was for slow, soft classical music to start playing from the speakers. “Oh for fuck’s sake!”

“Hey!” some passerby shouted.

“Yeah, hey to you!” Crowley shouted back, looking up to see Nina crossing the street towards him. Maggie waved. He groaned. “Hello Nina, do you have anything large and heavy I could use to break-”

“No! I’m not going to help you throw your little tantrum out here.”

“Oh alright. Oh- great, thank you for that.” Crowley walked away, heading to try the trunk of the Bentley, which Maggie and Nina used as an opportunity to conspire.

“What’s gotten into him?” Crowley heard Nina ask, not at all quietly.

“Well,” Maggie started, at the very least trying to whisper. “He said it didn’t go well, when he tried to talk to Aziraphale.”

“Oo, what happened then?”

“I don’t know, he won’t say anything else about it.”

“Well, I suppose there’s nothing we can do then, hm?”

“Oh Nina, we can’t just ignore him. I know you know how rough heartbreak is, we should help him out.”

Crowley muttered a string of curse words at the Bentley, turning to whatever languages he fancied after he ran out of English ones. Nina sighed loudly enough for him to hear, and probably for all of heaven to hear as well.

“Crowley!” she shouted.

“What?” he demanded. The Bentley was still, no matter how hard he tried, refusing to let him in.

“You want to come inside and have something to drink?”

“Nah, I’m good. Was just heading out, really.”

Maggie leaned to look over at him. “Seems like it’s still jammed. Maybe you should call someone, and come inside while you wait,” she offered.

Crowley sighed, leaning against the Bentley, fingers tapping against the side of the car. “You,” he muttered to it. “You are going to have to pay for this later, you understand?” The classical music fell on a slow decrescendo until it stopped completely. Crowley tried the door again. No luck. “Yeah,” he called over to Nina and Maggie. “Yeah, alright, lead the damned way.”

===

Crowley stared at the ceiling of the record shop, eyes scanning over the various posters pasted there. His fingers were loosely curled around a mug of coffee and bourbon (although it could really be more accurately described the other way around) where his hand was splayed on the rug next to him. It was a nice rug, really, good and soft, so long as you ignored the headache-inducing waves of color and design.

“Well… I think that was awfully brave of you,” Maggie finally spoke up, finishing the silence that followed his sad little tale.

“Yeah, real brave,” Crowley agreed sarcastically. “Not brave enough though, was it? Cuz he still ran off to heaven.” He dragged a hand down his face and let it muffle his speech. “Couldn’t seem to get away fast enough.”

Another silence, during which he didn’t bother to look over and see what Maggie and Nina were doing. Probably more bloody conspiring. He understood their frustrations now, with all the poking around in their love like (necessary as it was). Now that the roles were all flipped, he’d very much just like to be left alone.

“Well, maybe he just needs some time. I mean, Maggie and I are still figuring things out, taking things nice and slow, because I just ended things with my old partner. Maybe after all of your heaven and hell nonsense, he just needs a bit of a break.”

“Then he would’ve taken a little break instead of running off to be the archangel of heaven.”

“I know but-” Maggie tried to intervene, but Crowley had actually decided he had more to say on that matter, unfortunately enough.

“Heaven!” he exclaimed, sitting up suddenly, bringing the mug with him as he stood, half-full contents sloshing around. “I know he’s always had a soft spot for the bastards, but I thought we were moving on from the heaven = good, hell = bad nonsense. They’re all homicidal idiots, you know?”

Crowley spun around to face Nina and Maggie, unfortunately spilling a bit of his drink onto the aforementioned carpet. Ah well, probably no one would notice. They were both staring at him with blank confusion.

“Alright,” Maggie started, with enough forced optimism Crowley could tell she really had to hype herself up for this conversation. “Alright, we might not know much about heaven and hell and archangels and what all that entails, at least not as much as we might have thought, but we do know at least a little bit about relationships and you two need to talk.”

Nina nodded sharply. “Can’t solve anything if you aren’t on the same page. Or the same planet for that matter. Not entirely sure where heaven is, but I’m pretty sure it’s not here.”

“It’s not,” Crowley confirmed, leaning back on one of the record shelves. “Don’t worry,” he added glumly.

“Right, well since you seem to know where it is-”

“I’m a demon!” Crowley interrupted, spreading his arms out with dramatic flourish. More of his drink splashed onto the carpet below, which earned him a glare from both Niana and Maggie, so he waved a hand to miracle it away. “I can’t just go waltzing up to heaven just because I fancy a little chat with my mates, now can I?”

(Crowley, of course, very much could do this. He’d proved as much when he put on a very nice outfit, commandeered an angel turned police officer, and poked around in all their stuff. However, he was hoping Nina and Maggie would sort of just take his word on it, because he was really trying to drop this particular conversation topic.)

“Well I don’t know!” Nina exclaimed, and Crowley got the sense that they were getting a bit fed up with all this angel-demon nonsense. He’d drink to that– he was getting pretty fed up with it himself. “I don’t know if you can, I’m not particularly sure what an archangel is, or who this metatron fellow is, or what exactly happened at the meeting, or what has even been going on. I have no goddamn clue. But what I do know is that you and Aziraphale are clearly head over heels for each other, practically married, and you need to get up off your asses and do something about it.”

Crowley took a sip from his cup, drained the whole thing actually, and then placed it on one of the shelves, carefully balanced. He’d been gearing himself up for a good shout, because if Nina got one, then he felt like he’d more than earned it. Unfortunately, standing on that ugly, but very comfortable carpet, leaning against shelves packed tight with unsold records, looking over at the two of them, Crowley found he wasn’t feeling very shout-y. Just plain wasn’t in the mood for it, much as he’d like to be.

“I think it’s a bit too late for that.”

Apparently no one had anything else they wanted to add.

Crowley tapped his shoe on the floor, wondered if the Bentley would be out of its mood if he decided now would be the time to drive away. He really just wanted to take a long, long nap.

“So, um, what are you going to do now?”

That was a good question, sadly enough. Crowley was getting tired of good questions; he wanted some real shitty ones. Muriel was good at asking shitty questions, maybe he should go talk to them again.

Instead he pulled his glasses off, rubbed his hand across his forehead, and looked up to the ceiling. “Dunno,” he said. “Sort of had a plan there with- we were the plan, you know? We were always the plan. For the last couple of millennia, we had our own side. And then if there was nothing else to do, hell usually kept me busy enough. Now there’s just a whole bunch of bloody nothing.”

Crowley decided then and there that he didn’t care if the Bentley was ready for him, he just needed to get out of that record shop. He shoved his glasses back on. “Then again, I’ll figure it out, don’t really have much of a choice I suppose.” Crowley headed for the door, turning his back on them as soon as he could. They started conspiring immediately, he could tell, but they were getting good enough at it that he had no clue what they actually said.

“Crowley, wait!” Maggie called, just as his hand was on the door. Gah, so close.

“What?” he demanded, or well, half a demand, half a whine, as he turned around.

“Well, I was just thinking, since Aziraphale is, um, taking a little break from Earth right now, and Muriel doesn’t really know what they’re doing, maybe you should help run the bookshop.”

Crowley snorted. “Yeah, for sure. Real bookshop-ist, I am. Now, I’ve really got to get going, you know. Plants to water, ducks to feed-”

“Oh come on now,” Nina interrupted. She crossed her arms, just to prove some point. Crowley wasn’t really sure what it was, but he was pretty sure it was working anyway. “I’m sure you know all the little particularities Aziraphale had about the place. And someone has to make sure no one actually sells the books, right?”

Crowley considered that for a moment. Sure, he’d already told Muriel that she wasn’t actually operating the kind of bookshop that sold things, but that could only go so far. And he hadn’t even gotten around to mentioning the organization system, or how you had to treat books so you didn’t mess them all up, or what was off-limits and what wasn’t, and someone was going to need to replace the fire extinguishers every so often.

“Yeah, alright, I’ll think on it,” Crowley said, trying to convey in tone how much he was not going to think on it. (He was absolutely going to think on it.) “But if that’s all…” he trailed off, giving either of them the chance to interrupt. “Great, see ya around, thanks for the drinks.”

They both waved as he finally opened the door, each calling after him with their own goodbyes.

“Drive safe!”

“Stop by sometime.”

And as the door swung shut, Crowley looked over his shoulder to see they were already, indeed, conspiring.

===

The Bentley sat waiting for Crowley when he got back, and the door opened without a single threat, which was a welcome surprise. “Well, thank you, you dick,” he muttered softly. Crowley slid into the driver’s seat, and slammed it shut.

He just sat there for another moment. The plants were probably throwing a fit in the backseat, not at all happy to be back in the car after adjusting nicely to their cushy bookshop life. Crowley drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, stared out at the road, watched as the rain began to trickle down. It left misty drops on the windshield, like stars, like alpha centauri, like the pillars of creation, like all those galaxies, oh so long ago.

Crowley groaned, let his forehead slam into the steering wheel. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the glovebox pop open, and out spilled a wave of caramel candies. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, straightening back up. “I get it. I…” he sighed. “I miss him too, you sensitive old sot.” He sighed, dragged a hand down his face. “Alright, come on.”

The bell over the door rang out cheerfully, announcing Crowley’s entrance into the bookshop. Unsurprisingly, not much had changed since he was last there. Muriel peaked out from behind a shelf, their two hats still wobbling precariously on their head. “Oh, hi Crowley!”

Crowley put down his box of plants, and looked over at them. “Muriel, great.” He cleared his throat, grinned at her. “I’d like to apply for a job.”

#good omens #good omens 2 #fanfiction #duck writes #ao3 #i love making the bentley an actual character #it misses its other dad :((((( #again i might write a little follow up to this #i like the idea of muriel sitting crowley down and forcing him to do a job interview #before they're willing to 'hire' him #“i'd like to apply for a job” #“okay great! i'll see when i can fit you in for an interview!” #“what” #crowley's like YOU KNOW ME??? #and muriel is offended he thinks she'd show FAVORITISM

[youngerfrankenstein]

So. Somewhat rambly thoughts about GO season 2.

I liked it! Was it as good as season 1? No, but I also wasn’t expecting it to be.

This is pretty much a filler arc. While there ARE some important developments it mostly seems to be both setup and a breather before Season 3 (assuming we get one). As such a lot of it isn’t horribly interesting even if entertaining.

My worries that they would kinda stray from the focus on the “humanity” aspect was… pretty accurate yeah. But again, given that this was a season built on character/relationship building and setting up some stuff with Heaven and Hell I guess that makes sense. Just hope we get back there with season 3.

The new characters are largely pretty entertaining, with Muriel being the biggest standout to me. My gosh every time she was on screen was a joy to watch.

Also, look, let’s not pretend there isn’t a gaping Terry Pratchett shaped hole in this season. There was a lot of him in the original Good Omens, and while there’s nothing that could, or I think even SHOULD have been done about it, I won’t pretend his presence isn’t missed.

Gabriel and Beelzebub was so “SURE! That might as well be a thing” it cracked me up. Nobody recognizing Derek Jacobi while he’s not a floating head has big “the manager only sends emails” energy. And of course, the last conversation between Crowley and Aziraphale is really damn good. Lots to chew on which, I’ll be honest, I kind of needed at that point. And if I’m honest I’m way happier with a pair I’ve shipped at least a little since my early teens become explicit via drama than fluff.

(Also my two cents is that running off together… wouldn’t really be a happy ending for them anyway. Maybe that’s wishful thinking on my part but that’s how I see it. One person cannot be your everything, that is just not how anything works, and they both love the Earth. I do find it interesting how it kind of establishes their conflict avoidance strategies though. Crowley’s is to book it and hide, Aziraphale’s is to grin and appease. Anyway.)

I feel like this comes across as more critical than happy, but again I do want to establish I enjoyed the season! It’s just clearly meant to be an in-between season rather than a complete story on its own, which ain’t super great for me. We had better get that last season.

(Also while I don’t think anyone would take it that way, I want to make it VERY CLEAR that is the options were “season 3” or “writers and actors get fair wages, job security and AI can go fuck itself” REAL PEOPLE ARE WAY MORE IMPORTANT. No matter what the people who make shows I or you enjoy are infinitely more important than the shows themselves. Support them.)

#Good Omens #Spoilers #Good Omens Spoilers #Sorry people in the tags!

[esthermitchell-author]

1st Scene Alteration - "Tis the Season" Post-Party Scene

A smirk quirked up one side of Crowley's mouth and he bent his head near his angel's, flicking out his tongue against those delectable lips. The scent and taste of wine was strong -- even cut with spices like ginger, cinnamon, clove, and orange peel. He clicked his tongue softly, his mouth pressed near the angel's ear. "How much wine did you have after I left, angel?"

Aziraphale turned his head so he could peck a kiss to Crowley's lips, his eyes fluttering closed as he whispered, "Not enough to be drunk."

"But enough to be tipsy," Crowley murmured, snuggling his angel into his arms. Normally, he enjoyed his angel a little tipsy. Aziraphale was all hands and hunger whenever he had a few drinks but wasn't fully drunk. Now was no different, the angel's hands smoothing over Crowley's chest and toying with the loose silver scarf-tie he wore. Normally, Crowley would be halfway to having his angel out of that tartan bowtie and soft, beige waistcoat.

Only, this wasn't a normal situation, and Aziraphale wasn't a normal tipsy. Crowley didn't question how he knew it. He just did. Still, he nuzzled a series of tender kisses along his angel's neck, before nudging, "What was that all about with Muriel, earlier today?"

Aziraphale flushed the most delightful shade of pink, but there was nothing delightful about the fall of his gaze, like he was ashamed of something. That got Crowley's undivided attention, protective worry slicing through him. "Angel, what is it?"

"It's silly, really. I know it is, but for some reason, sometimes, I can't seem to rid myself of the feeling. I mean, I know you love me..."

"Obsessively," Crowley murmured into the strange silence Aziraphale let fall. He frowned, watching his angel carefully. He didn't like whatever this was. It reminded him too much of all the times those wankers from Heaven fucked with his angel's mind, causing him to withdraw into himself and lash out at Crowley with hurtful words. "Talk to me, angel. Whatever it is. Please, just talk to me."

Aziraphale swallowed hard, and his attention lifted again. Crowley sucked in a sharp, pain-laden breath as he saw the shimmer of tears in the cerulean depths of the angel's. With a small breath of his own, Aziraphale sighed and admitted, "I just... I'm old and... and soft. I'm--"

"Everything I love in this world." Crowley slid his hands, fingers splayed wide against the sides of Aziraphale's neck and face, to hold as much of the beautiful face he spent so many millennia staring at in awe as he could. He wanted to kiss his angel so bad, right now, but Aziraphale needed the words more. "You're old? So am I, angel. You heard God -- we've always been a package deal. My entire existence is pointless without you. And, fuck yeah, you're soft. That, my lovely angel, is one of the things I love most about you -- your soft heart, and this ravishingly succulent body. Never," his voice dropped to a gravelly rasp as he leaned in to nip lightly at the angel's lower lip, "doubt that."  

Aziraphale sank against him with a small sigh and a murmured, "I know. I trust you."

The hesitance in his tone didn't set well with Crowley. Pressing a kiss to his angel's lips, he muttered, "So why did you really drink so much, without me there to look out for you?"

"I was worried." The thread of pain and the slight slur of the voice he knew better than he knew his own drew his attention immediately to Aziraphale's face, where wide cerulean eyes were once again shimmering with silvery tears as the angel mumbled, "I'm so sorry. I didn't... didn't want to leave or hurt you. I love you so much... my Crowley... my beautiful Anthony..." He stroked Crowley's chest again, then moved the same hand to press against his own chest, and those beautiful blue eyes pouted at him. "It hurts without you."

"Angel..." His heart broke watching his angel come unglued like this. Shortly after they returned from Heaven, Aziraphale opened up to him about why he spent all those years toeing a company line he -- much to Crowley's surprise -- hadn't believed since the Flood. The shame his angel had been forced to feel, the abuse he'd suffered, made Crowley want to bring those wankers who hurt Aziraphale back from oblivion, just so he could destroy them all over again. As it was, there was one former Supreme Archangel Crowley wouldn't be taking it so easy on if they ever crossed paths again. That Aziraphale had to use alcohol to find the courage to voice his own pain was a level of torture Crowley was unprepared for. All those millennia, he thought he hurt alone. Especially during the eight months after Aziraphale went off to Heaven alone. He knew Aziraphale felt the separation, but he'd been an idiot and assumed that separation didn't hurt Aziraphale as badly. After all, when they'd first seen each other again, Crowley had barely been holding on by a thread, and Aziraphale had looked basically okay. Thinner than sat well with Crowley, and definitely worried, but not devastated.

He should have known better. For all his innocence and difficulty lying without getting flustered, Aziraphale was a master at hiding his real feelings. Thanks to Crowley's own stupidity, Aziraphale had been masking his love for millennia. Crowley should have guessed he'd be able to hide pain just as effectively.

Needing to do something to alleviate the pain radiating from his angel, Crowley's gaze landed on the statue, and he was struck by inspiration. Rising smoothly to his feet, he pulled Aziraphale along, offering him a small, hopeful grin. "Dance with me."

Aziraphale blinked hazily. "But there's no--"

Crowley snapped his fingers and the soft strains of a familiar ballad they'd adopted as their own back in 1941 filled the room. "Is now."

The angel practically melted with a whispered, "Anthony..."

Gathering his angel up in his arms, secure against his body, he breathed in the familiar scents of parchment and bergamot, mixed with the warming spices and alcohol of the mulled wine Aziraphale had been drinking and the sweet, subtle scents of... A tender, satisfied smile pulled over Crowley's lips as he nuzzled his face against the angel's neck and moved them both in a slow circle of steps. Precious memories seared him, of a stolen night, tucked away downstairs in the bookshop. They'd danced for the very first time, kissed for the first time. They'd both had too much to drink that night, and Crowley let his real feelings slip.

The only things he'd ever regretted about that night were moving too fast for his angel to catch up and being too drunk to really appreciate the experience of dancing with Aziraphale. Tonight, he was sober enough to enjoy every moment of it, and his angel had sensibly eaten something while he was drinking, based on the sweet, subtle scent of figs and sugar. His angel did love sweets.

A happy little hum purred through Crowley at the thought of the angel indulging his sweet tooth. It took weeks of coaxing after they returned from Heaven before he could convince Aziraphale it was okay to enjoy eating, again. Watching his angel deprive himself of an experience he enjoyed so much in the past had been maddening. In the end, it had taken convincing the Parisian-born chef at Marguerite's -- who, for some inexplicable reason, had an aversion to making them -- to make Aziraphale his favorite Crèpes Suzette. After all, the angel had braved a revolution for crepes, once, he recalled with a fond smile.  

As the angel clung to him, now, Crowley's happiness died, knowing the strength of his angel's grip had nothing to do with carnal need or romantic interest. That grip held the same fear Crowley experienced the morning Aziraphale got on the lift for Heaven with the Metatron. It was the terror of being ripped apart.

Worry streaked through the demon, and he pressed tender kisses to his angel's face and throat as they continued to dance, whispering words he hoped assuaged that fear. "I love you, angel. No matter what, I would always wait however long it took for you to come back to me. Okay?"

Aziraphale's grip eased slightly, and the angel nodded against his chest. Crowley eased enough away to look his angel in the eye. "What brought this on? You're not normally like this when you drink."

Aziraphale's gaze dropped, and he swallowed hard, opened his mouth, then shook his head and closed his mouth, swallowing again. The motion sent a bolt of unease through Crowley. "Angel..."

That earned him a wince -- a bloody wince -- before Aziraphale's cerulean eyes met his again. "I'm sorry."

Okay. This was about more than what happened before, or any insecurities. "For what, angel?"

Silence met him, and Crowley's gut tightened in fear when the angel's gaze fell away, again. He stopped dancing, the music fading away like a ghostly echo.

"Aziraphale." He waited until he had his angel's undivided attention. "For. What?"

A sigh answered him this time, and Aziraphale's hand lifted to stroke Crowley's face. "I didn't want to tell you. Muriel wasn't just here because of the tree, or the party. I... I have to go back."

#Expanded fanfic sccene #good omens #good omens fandom #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #crowley #azicrow #ineffable spouses #fanfic #Born of Starlight #good omens fanfiction #gomens fandom #gomens fanfic #gomens #go fanfic #go fandom

[darthbreezy]

Magpies 4 (Honestly, it's better organised on AO3)

''So... four then.'' Ivy said slowly. ''Gimmie a sec...'' ''No.''

Exasperated, she asked, ''Can you tell the future? I mean, tell me the future. Like what's gonna happen tomorrow?''

''I can...''

''When?''

''After it happens. Two down, two left.'' ''That is such bullshit! Fine! What would happen if I just... didn't ask the last question?''

The grin became a drawer full of sharp knives, and she shivered, shrinking down into herself.

''Can I go home now? Please''

The savageness left Crowley's features, and his smile became almost human. ''I thought you'd never ask...'' he said softly, and snapped his fingers, Everything went dark... * * * London, Soho, The Bookshop

Angel... After a few millennia, you get to know a person, so as soon as Crowley entered the shop, Aziraphale shifted into true Crowley's Angel mode.

The bags of take away were put away and wine bottlers would be swapped out for scotch as Aziraphale directed Crowley to the back room of the bookshop. ''Not a word against it, Crowley,'' Aziraphale said firmly, fussing about. ''Go. Sit. Right now.''

He stumbled to the back, and flopped down on the gold coloured antique settee that had apparently found a home here in the back. Probably something Angel had picked up while he'd been away...

He was bone tired.

Exhausted.

He just wanted to sleep for a week.

In an instant, he'd fallen to the floor and onto his knees, heaving. and Aziraphale was next to him, a glass of water in one hand, the other rubbing gentle circles on his back. After a few moments, his breathing normalised and the heaves stopped.

''Fuck...'' He muttered.

''Not right now, Dear,'' Aziraphale deadpanned. ''Maybe after you've had some rest...''

Crowley turned his head to look at Aziraphale, open mouthed.

What?

A slight smile touched his lips as he continued. ''Not that either, I'm afraid. I know you didn't eat any of those heavenly smelling ribs, but only she knows what would come up if it went sideways...''

''Errr... Angel? Are you... are you all right?''

''Worried about you, of course,'' Aziraphale murmured. ''Is it...''

''Done? Yeah,'' Crowley grumbled, slowly getting to his feet. ''And no, I'm not talking about it. Where's the scotch?''

''Water first...''

''Fine!''

But he didn't feel fine, The settee seemed like as good a place as any to settle for a little bit.

At least for now.

Begrudgingly, he took the water, suddenly aware of how quiet the bookshop was.

''Where's Peppa?'' he asked, trying to sound more annoyed than he really felt. ''Shouldn't they be in here, taking notes for upstairs or something equally useless?''

''Muriel is off with Maggie and Nina at some kind of... '' Here Aziraphale's voice took on the slightest note of disapproval as he handed Crowley a fairly large measure of alcohol, ''A Bee-bop show. They won't be home until much later...'' Crowley considered this, downing half the glass in one go. ''So we're alone for the evening...''

''It would seem so, yes.'' ''And part of that plan includes getting ridiculously drunk...''

''Hmmm, perhaps...''

Crowley regarded him through narrowed eyes, already feeling a little heady from the drink. ''S-s-still not gonna... gonna TALK about wha' happend Angel...'' He downed the remainder of his drink and then offered his glass for a refill.

''I have no idea what you mean, Dear.'' Aziraphale purred, filling the glass again. ''But if you're going to actually be sick, use the bucket. The settee is Edwardian, and I just had it redone...''

It had taken more than a full bottle and a half before Crowley was drunk enough to start talking. Aziraphale, who had been nursing the same glass (well, a second, truth be told) had managed to cling to enough remnants of sobriety not to stick his fingers anywhere other than through Crowley's hair with the latter's head on his lap. Occasionally, he managed to utter what he hoped were sounds of encouragement. He could only hope they were the right ones.

Nothing he said made any sense anyway, He'd ranted about the 'plant girl' and asking questions and nightingales, and demonic miracles and shit factories and endless seas of salt.

*

When Muriel knocked on the back room door that morning (for she had been enlightened in no uncertain terms how knocking was important,) she had found them. Crowley dozing on Aziraphale's lap while he absently stroked the demon's hair with one hand, a book in the other. He smiled. ''My dear, do you think you could watch the shop for a day or two? Crowley and I are going to have a little holiday. I think we need it...''

#crowley #aziraphale #good omens #fanfic

[shadow--writer]

Hey, I love your writing! Could you do the MC proposing ask, but with the other 3 characters (asra, muriel, and lucio)? Tysm ^_^

I would be thrilled to! So sorry this took so long I had completed most of it and then gasp NO MOTIVATION >:V

But here it is my love! I’m so glad you love my writing, it makes me so happy to have people enjoy my works! I’ve recently started buying Asra’s route and dragging myself back into the game haha. (the paid choices in their route make everything so much BETTER OMFG)

Requests are still open as well! Please make sure look at my rules lol, three characters MAX! :D

Asra, Muriel and Lucio x MC proposing 

~~~~

Asra

Dead silence for like a straight few minutes. They’re just staring at you with their mouth hanging open

Yeah you’re starting to get a little worried

Did he like...clock out? 

Then he just lights up and tackles you in a hug

The two of you go FLYING. Landing hard which, ouch, but you’re laughing too hard to care 

They’re TRYING to kiss you but with the big grin on their face it isn’t going well for them at ALL

Kissing all of your face, making you giggle

The amount of times they’ve repeated “I love you” while kissing you so softly has you dizzy 

uh yeah he forgets to say yes

Like every one of these morons. He’s too busy crying and holding you like if he let go he’d wake up

but he turns bright red when he remembers he forgot to

ya know

answer you

ofc he says yes. Yadda yadda they're bawling their eyes out again 

More kisses. All over your face, each exposed skin he can get to is getting a kiss goddamnit. 

All the love in his heart and yours is just spilling over as they press their forehead against yours and whisper ‘I love you’

Muriel

uh yeah u broke him. Muriel.exe has stopped responding 

This bitch looks over his shoulder to make sure u weren’t talking to another Muriel you were hopelessly in love with

Nope ur proposing to him 

Annnnnd he’s broken again. Great. Job well done 

oh so slowly he’s gonna start smiling, a little quirk of his lips, to full on grinning as he starts crying 

Little tears then he’s sobbing and laughing because holy SHIT he loves you so fucking much

SWEEPS YOU OFF YOUR FUCKING FEET!

Kisses you so hard all you feel his him and the joy bubbling up will be chef’s fucking kiss let me ASSURE you

Spins you around, holding you like if he let’s go he’ll wake up from a dream 

Of course when he realizes what he’s doing he’ll let out a little wheeze, and turn brightass red

As if you just didn’t,,,,,tell him you wanted to spend your life with him 

Will kiss the tip of your nose softly 

He’s the only one who doesn’t forget to say yes right away love that for him

Gonna hold your hand for the REST of the day. No sir he’s not lettin you go nuh ah

Lucio

Lmao his mind is gonna play wii music for like five minutes straight right after your whole spiel

mhmmm mhmmm you might’ve just killed him on the spot nice going there my friend 

He’s gonna faint if you don’t catch him idk why it’s not like he wasn’t married BEFORE

Dumbass really looks you dead in your fucking eyes and goes: “really? Really really?”

....yes really really 

Also forgets to say yes in the midst of having you dip kiss him 

Is he heavy? Absolutely. Is it worth it? Definitely.

Don’t let him take that kiss places without getting an answer he will be MORTIFIED if he never even fucking said yes

Which he does say

Eventually 

You’re very distracting you know 

He also smudged his eyeliner from crying lmao

Hugs you so hard your ribs crack, knocking you over with another kiss as he says yes

He’s gonna be all sunshine and rainbows for the rest of the day, lighting up each time he remembers you proposed. And he will not shut the fuck up about it lmfao 

#the arcana #the arcana game #lucio morgasson #asra alnazar #muriel #muriel of the kokhuri #the arcana headcanons #lucio headcanons #muriel headcanons #asra headcanons #fluff #asra x mc #muriel x mc #lucio x mc #mmm smoft #v smoft #late night HEADCANONS LETS GOOOOO

[watermelonsugar2612]

THE TRIP 'ALONE'

i got this random idea for a drabble and thought it was so hinny. so there we go:

“Ginny Potter. Be safe! Call me as soon as you get there! Face-time me twice a day, I love you,” Harry said standing at the airport, his hands on my shoulders, shaking me after every sentence. Fuck. He looked so hot. He stepped closer, and murmured in my ear, “If I see a single scratch anywhere on your body when you are back, I swear the person who gave it to you should be ready to die,” he growled and pulled away. Shit, I was shivering. Oh, by the way, I was going to my cousin’s house for her wedding. I was going for 4 days and this goodbye speech was getting me (extremely) riled up. He wasn’t coming because he had some important Auror stuff to do. This place was only a few hours away on the road and 45 minutes away by flight. This was my first trip alone after marriage. It has been 4 months of our marriage. All 4 of these months we had driven everyone around us crazy with our PDA. According to mum the newlywedly love was supposed to reduce after two months, but everyday, we were going at it like it was our honeymoon. “Boarding starts in 5 minutes…” he said looking at the board, “You’re staying at your cousin's place right?” He was just saying normal sentences, how could a man have this impact on me. “Y-Yeah, I’m staying at my c-cousin’s,” I cleared my throat and replied. He looked back and smirked. He said with genuinity in his eyes, “I’ll miss you, unimaginably, for everything,” his smirk softened and an announcement was made that my flight was ready to be boarded. “I’ll miss you too Harry. I love you!” I said with a cracking voice (not because I was crying; because I was extremely ‘wet’ somewhere else). I kissed him full on the lips. Pulled away (after idk how long; probably too long; the people were giving us the eyes when we stopped), took my suitcase from his hand and started walking. “CALL ME AS SOON AS YOU LAND! I LOVE YOU GINNY POTTER!” he almost screamed when I walked a few steps away.

My flight landed right on time. I met Bill (who was there to pick me up) at the airport and I ran to hug him. On our way out, we got ice-cream and burgers and we took the long way to her house. It was pretty large and had a lot of rooms. We went inside and I congratulated my cousin. Met everyone around and settled into my room. Tonight we were going out for dinner. I took a bath and freshened up. It had been about 2 hours since I had been here. I opened my phone to check my messages and realised it was dead. I didn’t pay much mind and plugged it in. I went out all ready to party and remembered I had to call Harry. I thought it wasn’t a big deal and just went on with my ministrations. We were all caught up at home and it was time to leave for dinner. By this time I had forgotten all about calling Harry, assuming I had already done so. Almost everyone was already out and in the cars. I went upstairs and grabbed my phone. I opened the main door, “WHAT?!” I screamed. There he was, standing there looking angry and tired. I had butterflies in my stomach but it was erupting with anger too. I stopped a little blush from coming to my cheeks. “You’re okay,” he sighed and hugged me. I literally threw him away. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU HARRY JAMES POTTER!?” I said, extremely loudly. They heard me shout and Bill, George, Angelina and Aunt Muriel ran downstairs. “You didn’t call me, or take any of my calls. You didn’t call for an entire hour, I was scared and I drove here,” he said with equal anger. “ARE YOU CRAZY? You drove here because I didn’t call you! That is so rhetorical Harry Potter!” I shouted back. “Gin, I was worried! It was impulsive, sorry, I know it's not okay, I was worried okay?!” he said, and tried to grab my hand but I stepped away. “You could’ve called one of my brothers, but you didn’t have the decency to do that, did you? You could’ve waited another hour!” I said back as he tried to hold my arm again, I didn’t let him and took another step back. “Gin, don’t make a scene let’s talk about it, somewhere else, hmm?” he said, somehow sounding angry and calm at the same time. “Yeah let's ‘talk about it,” I said, making air quotes and walking away to my room. He followed behind. I was so irritated by this man right now. This was honestly so embarrassing and the fact that Bill, Angelina, Aunt Muriel and all, saw it happen! I opened the door to my room and walked inside. He took a step inside being a few steps away from me. He closed the door and cast a silencing charm. “That was so fucking embarrassing Harry! Didn’t a single rational thought cross your mind before you drove all the way here, to check if I was okay nonetheless?! I’m not a bloody child, I can take care of myself. Didn’t it occur to you that I was caught up so I couldn’t call? You have got to stop being so overprotective!” I screamed. “You know what, forgive me that I’m so in love with you I don’t have a single rational thought when it comes to you. Forgive me that I can’t stand the thought of being without you for 4 days. Forgive me for showing up today. Forgive me for being so fucking impulsive. Forgive me that I care about you so much and would never forgive myself if anything happened to you!” he growled and pinned me to the wall. Not gonna lie, I was extremely turned on by this. His speech, and the fact that he left work and drove all the way here to only check if I was okay. He looked so genuine, so hot, while he had me pinned. One of his hands above my head, our bodies stuck together and our mouth inches apart. God, was this sexy. Fights were like foreplay to us, we got mad, we screamed, something (much like the thing going on right now; the whole pinned to the wall thing) happened and we ended up naked. Don’t get me wrong, we’d just shagged once today, in the morning. It was pretty miraculous that we were able to stop after round 1, knowing that we wouldn’t be able to shag for another 4 days. I lightly brushed my lips against his and said into his mouth, “I’m sorry to scream at you, I understand Potter. It was a big step that you took, driving all

the way here, so macho of you. Even though I fail to admit it, it was extremely hot when you came back. Looked so genuine and sexy, just perfect,” I said and bit his bottom lip. His phone rang, suddenly. Way to spoil the moment, stupid muggle device. He picked up and stayed on the line listening for a moment. “DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND! MY WIFE WAS NOT ALRIGHT-” he shouted, waited a minute, “Thanks for understanding, I’ll see you Monday,” he put the phone down. “What happened to your wife?” I said leaning against the wall with a smirk. “Oh! She’s very sick! Very far away from me too!” he replied, taking a step forward and pinning my back again. “Is she now?” I grinned and he bit my lip hard. “Not anymore,” he grinned. “Well, sorry for showing up unannounced. I just can’t deny myself a chance to see your beautiful face and do this,” he said, kissing me passionately on the lips. I thought I would melt. Even though it hadn't been too long we’d gone without kissing and we could go longer, I was craving this feeling so much. God. This man would be the end of me, he had so much impact on me for the tiniest things, I don’t know how we would go without this for 4 days. We would probably be at it for an entire day afterward. I switched positions wanting to take control but he had other plans. He threw me onto the bed and climbed on top of me.

We were going at it, hard and fast when we heard the door open with a creak. Fuck. Not one of my brothers please. “I did not just see my sister’s arse.” Bill whined and shut his eyes. Oh my god. Harry quickly pulled out and I ran into the bathroom. He covered his lower body with the bedsheet which was still folded and on the foot of the bed. “Bill, uh- I- you- a-are you okay?” I heard Harry stutter. “Are you decent yet?” Bill said with his back faced toward Harry. “Y-Yeah,” Harry hesitated and Bill turned forward. “I thought you were fighting?” he asked with widened eyes. “Uh, y-yeah we solved that,” Harry said, shoving his glasses up, “We’ll be down i-in a few minutes.” He finished and Bill made a disgusted face and left. “Gin! He’s gone,” Harry said and I walked out in a towel, “This is so not good. I’m going back to London, your brothers are going to kill me.” I looked down at him. “No, you’re staying, I’ll handle them,” I replied. “Gin, they’re going to-” I cut him off with a kiss and pulled away after a few seconds, “Is it such a surprise that we shag? We’re married, Harry. For god’s sake. We’ve been caught shagging by almost everyone, even when we were not married. It’s not our fault we can’t keep our hands off each other.” I said and kissed him again. He grinned into the kiss and bit my lip.

We finished our shenanigans in a matter of minutes, got dressed and went downstairs, hand in hand with Harry. “Dinner?” I asked my brothers cheerfully. “Sure sis,” George said and grinned. After a very awkward dinner, me and Harry departed to our room. This trip ‘alone’ sure was worth it.

#hinny drabble #hinny au #post war hinny #married hinny #hinny fic #harry x ginny #ginny potter #harry james potter #domestic hinny

[xeo-kunsatan]

MonsterOlympics One Shot (+13) Part 3.

A new morning have been arrived at Monster Maze High.

Sunday 9:47 AM

Room 69

Betrayus was waking up with Muriel and a white haired human woman?

Betrayus:*Yawns* Morning Sweeties~

Muriel: Good morning Moonlight~

Beryl: Hmm~ Morning~

Betrayus: *takes air* Shit that was a crazy night yesterday... I didn't know that you were that good in this~

Muriel: Yeah dude, you were a beast last night~

Beryl: Tsk what are you talking about? You guys are incredible~

Suddenly that human transformed their body into their original form.

Beryl Marjorie

Boss of Jewels Mafia

Age: 125

Gender: Non Binary

Species: Shapeshifter/Wereleopard (Hybrid)

Beryl: And tell me~ are you agree with this payment method?

Muriel: Ohh~ it's the best and a big honor~

Betrayus: Oh Yeah~ That human disguise was a good idea, as you know i can't give myself this adventures with humans, because you know.. Ka-Boom!

Muriel: i can give myself freely this adventures with humans but i don't want to do it if I'm not next to my Moonlight~

Beryl: Awww~ it was a pleasure to make business with you too, now you have a new monetary support from my part.

Betrayus: and it's a pleasure to have your support, Thank you so much Ms Beryl.

Muriel: Come here Everytime you want it.

Beryl: See ya guys *puts in their clothing and leaves*

Beryl have left the room, to then go to a limousine waiting for them.

Note: Beryl is the Boss of a Mafia but they mostly prefers to use their money to support places which needs monetary help.

At the School Cafeteria.

The students where still feel a little tense after that fight from yesterday, mostly of them were still feeling the hurtful words from Manny, Specially Skeebo.

Sir C and Roxy went to them to give them at least good news for them.

Sir C: *with a speaker* Uhum Uhum, A-Attention Please Students! *Sneezes* I know you have felt stressed since yesterday butbi have good news for you.

Blinky: Good News my Balls!..

Roxy: Silence! C'mon Old man put more emotion in this..

Sir C: You're right Rox, The Hot Springs are Finally open for you, so you will have a better Sunday!.

All:......*Runs off to the Hot Springs*

Sir C: Wow, that worked so well..

Roxy: you see~

The students have run away to test the new hot springs

Note: there were 5 Hot Springs Rooms: Girls Room, Boys Room , Man Staff, Woman Staff and for some reason a secret one connected with both Staff rooms (Roxy's idea).

Boys Room

The boys were enyoing their new hot spring room, Skeebo still upset went to a shower next to a really worried Bradley.

Bradley: Foxy.. are you.. alright?..

Skeebo: *sighs*......

Bradley: C'mon you can tell me..

Skeebo: That stupid.. how he dares to make fun of me!!?? just because i have no family doesn't give him the rights to talk shit to me me! Nor even for the school!

Bradley: Don't let that affect you, you have a family here.

Skeebo: But not a biological!

Bradley: !!!!....

Skeebo: My brother left me, he was supposed to take care of me, we were supposed to be family.. and he still left me... For what!? To start a band and create a new family while I was dying of hungry and Cold!!!..

Bradley: Excuse me.. i know what are you feeling but i should remember you that my dad taked you to avoid that....

Skeebo: But what if he wouldn't taked me? Huh?...

Bradley: that's a Good point... *Sighs*.. Skeebo, please family it's not based by blood lines, it's based in the people who loves you and support you as you are..

Skeebo: *turns off*... You said that because you have your own parents and sister who loves you.

Bradley: Skeebo Please... What if he had a reason to left you?

Skeebo: *Hits Bradley* A Reason to Abandon me!!??

Bradley:!!!!!!..... *Trembling*

Skeebo: *reacts* Oh... No...

Bradley:*steps back*..

Skeebo: I-i-i am s-s-so sorry SugarBun!!.. I-i didn't mean to hurt you....

Bradley:*slaps Skeebo* Don't ever call me SugarBun!..*sightly sobs*... This time you Cross the line.. i thought you already understood about that you already have a family... But im wrong...

Skeebo: No Bradley please.. you are not wrong... I am sorry!...

Bradley: I Know you are really mad and hurted but that doesn't mean you can take avenge of me!

Skeebo: I-i know.. i really so sorry...

Bradley: *sobs* Fuck Off!! *Turns into a Bat and flies off crying*...

Skeebo: Bradley... *Sobs in silence* N-No... What a dumb i am... *Sighs*...

Skeebo was sobbing in the shower while the others would feel his silent lament.

Spiral: Ok Those 2 fighting? That's new

Pacster: Not really, they rarely have fights, and when they have them, they always fix the things and They reconcile with.. you know..

Blinky: I Know but this time it's harder..

Inky: yeah...

Clyde: Are they would be okay?...

Skeebo: Can you please SHUT THE FUCK UP!!?? THIS IS NOT YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!!.

Farley: Ok he is really mad...

Farren: And that's a Mad Fox..

Farid: Oww~ they were such a good couple~...

After the shower, Skeebo left to his dorm which he shares with Bradley, discovering that Bradley wasn't there..

Skeebo: *Sighs and jumps to his bed*... Bradley... If i could... Wait.. *takes his phone to make a important call* Thanks to her i got him.. i hope she can help me to bring him back..

Skeebo called an already known number which helped him as many creatures.

C.A Cupid

Daughter of Eros

Age: ???

Gender: Female

Species: Cherub.

(No, it's not my cupid from Pmatga, she is from from MH/EAH)

C.A Cupid: Greetings, anything your heart wants to share?~

Skeebo: Hello Cupid.. i need your advices one more time but this time to bring my love back..

C.A Cupid: Huh, i think i remember your voice, Long time~ What happened?

Skeebo: You see...My Boyfriend and me had a fight but this time i messed up the things in the really awful way, he surely doesn't want me next to him anymore.. i didn't mean to hurt him..

C.A Cupid: Oh dear.. I'm sorry to hear that.. don't worry i know how i help you.

Skeebo: Please..

C.A Cupid: First give him some time to relax, and then Show him that you feel really bad for hurting him and for it, like give him something really special for you 2 since many years, the reason why you are together.

Skeebo: Something Special for us since many years.. alright I got it, thank you Cupid.

C.A Cupid: Always to help, thanks for calling for my advices.

The Call ended, and Skeebo was looking for an special thing to fix the things with Bradley.

Skeebo: Where is it?..

Betrayus: Where is what?~

Skeebo: Eh!?

Betrayus's stare started to hypnotize Skeebo to make him fall sleep and then take him secretly to a unknown place.

Meanwhile in Monster High.

Miss Bloodgood have asked her students to join a reunion.

Ms Bloodgood: Dear Students, I summoned you in this reunion to discuss about what we will do in the MonsterOlympics Event, the first thing is that all of you most behave and respect your opponents.

Lagoona Blue

Daughter of the Sea Monster.

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Species: Sea monster (Saltwater)

Lagoona: Ohh~ i really felt bad about them...

Ms Bloodgood: Me too Lagoona *sighs* Mostly of The Monster Maze High students have different and difficult situations at mostly of yours, their school is where they live.

Frankie: You mean, their school is their only home

Ms Bloodgood: That's right.

Deuce Gorgon

Son of Medusa

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Species: Gorgon

Deuce: Even Knowing that i can't believe that Manny said that..

Draculaura: Me either...

Holt: Well in certain part he is right

All: Holt!!!

Holt: ok ok.. sorry

Clawd: Just Great.. Now thanks to Manny they already have a bad image of us as the mean ones...

Gillington Webber

Son of the River monster

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Species: Sea Monster (sweet water)

Gil: *Sighs* Things will get so tense during the competency...

Frankie: This can't be like this, we most show them that as we accept us independent of our differences, we accept them too even if they are from other school.

Ms Bloodgood: Frankie is right, the next week the Event will begin, even if we are competing against them we most show them fellowship and support.

Frankie: All agree with you Headless Mistress!

The Reunion finished and everyone was free to leave to their classes.

Toralei and her gang was walking around the school noticing that almost every monster was watching her and whispering to eachother.

Toralei: Pfff, what did I do this time?~

Cleo: Oh My Ra, I didn't know you were like that Toralei?~

Toralei: Mew?~ What are you talking about?.

Cleo: Didn't you check out your phone? *Leaves mocking*

Spectra Vondeirgeist

Daughter of the ghosts

Age: ???

Gender: Female

Species: Ghost.

Spectra: I Hoope you enjoy this unexpected stooory~ *flying around*

Toralei: Huh!?

Toralei Checked out her phone to visit Spectra's Blog finding the surprised of that Spectra made a blog about her meeting with Farley, pointing them as an unexpected couple between a dog and a cat.

Toralei: Meww! No!!

As well her, Farley found out the gossip in the same Blog.

Farley: Woofy Shit!!

<×/////////////////////////////////////////×>

Meanwhile In a dark place, Skeebo waked up to notice that he was tied up.

Skeebo: What The!!??...

Betrayus: You Were a really really bad Fox...

Skeebo: Mr Betrayus!?... I-i didn't mean to hurt your son..

Betrayus: But you did it.. oww~ what a shame I have to do this...

Skeebo: .......*sighs as he sobs In silence*... I'm sorry... I really wanted to fix up the things with him, with effort and heart.. as I promised.. but I guess I most pay for not appreciate what I already had... Go ahead Mr Betrayus..

Betrayus:... Wise decision~

Betrayus hold up a big blade ready to end with the Fox's life to then....

To be Continued.

#pacman and the ghostly adventures #pmatga #monster maze high #monstermaze high #monster high #MH #frankie stein #Draculaura #deuce gorgon #Spectra #lagoona blue

[arcanadreams]

I’m back at it again with the self-indulgent Arcana headcanons!! This time it’s more than just Julian though, haha. I fucked my ankle up today by accidentally backing up into a hole my dogs had dug in the backyard...so I got to thinking about Julian fussing over me, and the idea only got bigger and bigger! So here are some headcanons for how the main 5 (I refuse to write for Lucio) would take care of an apprentice who sprained their ankle!

Asra:

He probably knows at least one good healing spell that’ll make for a quick fix of a sprain, since they’re not as severe as broken bones

Still, he is quick to drape one of your arms over his shoulder so he can help take the pressure off it and lead you to a comfortable place to sit down.

Once there, he holds your ankle and lower leg very delicately, being careful not to cause you any unnecessary pain to the area as he inspects it.

“It’s a good thing you love trouble, since it always seems to find you...” He tuts, but there’s a fond smile playing on his lips as he shakes his head.

He moves both hands to cradle your wounded ankle and closes his eyes. As he focuses his energy, you feel the soreness there begin to fade. Soon, you feel no more ache at all.

“Any better?” He asks. You smile and nod, thanking him. You move your ankle around in circles, sighing in relief when the pain doesn’t return.

“Good.” Asra returns your happy expression, moving his hands up and down your leg. One comes to rest at your shin, the other holding your heel as he gazes up at you. Your eyes meet, and with a gentle smirk he presses a trail of kisses up from your ankle to your knee.

Cue you blushing and him laughing

Nadia:

Is very calm about the whole thing, but definitely shows her concern in her initial shocked and worried expression when you stumble and there’s an audible crack.

“Oh my! Are you alright?” Not really, no. 

“I see. Well,” she hoists you up effortlessly in her arms, holding you bridal style. “I suppose we should pay Julian a visit then, hm?” 

You feel pretty bad, You just wanted a nice walk in the hedge maze with your countess to take her mind off things, and here you were spraining your ankle! 

“I must admit, I do rather like this,” there is a light dusting of red on Nadia’s cheeks when you turn to her. “Carrying you like this is an unexpected treat.”

Your face flushes red to match hers. “For you and me both,” you grin at her, watching as she laughs.

“Ah, here we are,” she states as the two of you reach the palace fountain. She sets you down on the edge of it. “The water should be cool. Rest your ankle in there, dearest, and I shall return with Julian in a moment.” 

You do as she says, and she smiles at you. She leans down, giving you a brief kiss on the forehead before leaving to get the doctor. Sighing wistfully, you look down into the water only to see she left a lipstick stain. Whether you leave it there or not is up to you.~

Julian:

Merely hears you wince and is instantly at your side with near impossible speed. When he realizes what happened, he picks you up immediately.

You are NO LONGER ALLOWED to use that leg. Nu uh. Not on his watch. He is the doctor here, and he says no!

“Love, your clinic is right next door, there’s no need to carry me.” “What? There is every need to carry you! You’re hurt!”

He frets over you a lot. He feels bad whenever he has to poke and prod at your ankle to see how bad it is. His heart hurts whenever you stifle a pained noise during his examination.His diagnosis?

“Nothing broken! Just a bad sprain.” He gives you a dashing smile, the both of you quite relieved. However...

“No more walking for Y/N! I prescribe you at least three days’ worth of escorted movement.” “Is ‘escorted movement’ doctor slang for being carried around by my boyfriend?” “...Maybe.”

He is very true to his word. For the next three days, he carries you everywhere. And brings you everything you need. You! Are! Not! Allowed! To! Put! Pressure! On! That! Ankle!

After three days and many a hot and cold cloth, Julian lets you try walking again. (If you so much as wobble he’s adding another three days to your ‘treatment.’)

Portia:

Not anywhere near as dramatic as her brother. She does, however, make a D: face when you fall while helping her tend to the animal sanctuary.

“Y/N!! Are you okay?” “Yeah! Just-” You try to stand and reassure her, but your wince on the way up gives you away. She puts her hands on her hips as she assesses you.

“I look away for two minutes...” She shakes her head and laughs. “Let’s go see Julian.” She reaches out a hand to pull you up. 

“You’ll need something extra to help you stay upright,” she rubs her chin in thought for a moment, clapping her hands together when she gets an idea. “Ah! Perfect!”

She leaves for a moment, returning with a walking stick. She holds it out to you.

“Portia, I’ll be fine-” “Don’t be an Ilya!” She scolds you, and you take the stick with a laugh. She gives you a pleased look and surges forward to kiss your cheek. 

She pulls away, but you want more and lean forward, chasing another kiss. She giggles and obliges, this time connecting your lips. After a moment, the two of you part.

“There you go. Now, let’s go see him so he can patch you up. It doesn’t look too bad. I’m sure you’ll be back to normal in no time! We can have a dance party to celebrate!” Her optimism makes you smile as you both begin the trek from the outskirts of town to Julian’s clinic.

Muriel:

He’s a worry wart, plain and simple. He sees you slip on a rock and worries immediately. 

He’s at your side quickly, taking a gentle hold of your leg and looking at your ankle intently. He doesn’t say a word as he looks your injury over, merely letting out an occasional grunt that you aren’t sure is a good or bad sign.

“So, uh...that bad, huh?” You ask after a moment of silence. He sighs, then shakes his head. “Just a sprain. You should be fine. But...” A blush rises to his cheeks. 

You begin to wonder what has him so bothered when he lifts you up off the ground, holding you close to his chest. “You shouldn’t walk on it for a while.” “U-understood,” you nod as he begins to walk back towards his hut.

There is a comfortable silence between the two of you as he goes. In fact, you get quite close to dozing off. But then, right as you were on the precipice of sleep...

“Don’t...don’t do that again.” Muriel’s voice is quiet, so quiet. Barely there, even. “Do what again?” You yawn. “...Go off the path like that.” 

He was right, if you hadn’t strayed from the path to get a closer look at that cool bird, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.

“I won’t, I promise. Sorry for worrying you, Muriel.” You can feel the heat on his cheeks as he lets out an acknowledging hum, and soon sleep carries you off to the rhythm of his footfalls.

#THESE TURNED OUT CUTE IM HAPPY #my writing #posts #the arcana #the arcana x reader #arcana headcanons #arcana imagine #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #portia devorak #muriel #julian #asra #portia #nadia

[velvetthunder1999]

All the time on Earth

Part 33 - One Last Kiss

Summary: The Battle of Hogwarts

Warnings: PAIN. (I cried writing this, so brace yourselves. I’m not kidding)

Word count: 4.6K

George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist

It all happened so fast.

April had been the time of your life - if you can say that during a war - and it could not even be compared to the previous eight months that you had spent at Shell Cottage. You had celebrated the twins’ birthday, then Lupin had come to announce the news about his newborn son. The whole month had been as though there was no war outside; you had lived in your own bubble, accompanied by George and the Weasleys and you could not had been happier.

It all happened so fast.

May had arrived, and with it the radio was shouting the news about Harry Potter who had broken into Gringotts with two of his accomplices, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Mrs Weasley had been so nervous she broke two plates during cooking; Mr Weasley had been carefully listening to the radio the whole day, waiting for any information that would reassure him that his son was all right.

Then the news came. New weather report: Lightning has struck.

It was almost as if you had been waiting for this for years now, and it was finally happening. All the Weasleys got ready, apparated to Aberforth’s place, met up with Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley and the rest of the Order. After you made your way through the tunnel and reached the Room, there was no turning back.

It all happened so fast.

And now you were marching down the stairs towards the Great Hall, and your heart was aching by the sight of the familiar corridors and hallways. You remembered those times, those lovely, peaceful times when you had been a student and you had had nothing to worry about but your exams. Those beautiful afternoons by the lake, those calm nights in the common room. And then here you were, wand in hand, ready to fight for your friends, for your loved ones, but most importantly for yourself. Because you knew that this was it.

Yes, it happened so fast.

But you had been waiting for a long time.

“Are you okay?” asked George hastily as you made your last turn down the staircase, following Kingsley.

“I’m ready,” you said and you knew he understood.

You reached the Entrance Hall and Kingsley turned to you. His low voice resonated through the room.

“I put all my faith in the best thing. You.”

Then he pushed open the huge wooden doors.

You followed him inside, taking in the scene, Harry shouting in the middle, Snape staring at him from across the hall. All around them the whole school was watching.

“How dare you stand where he stood? Tell them how it happened that night! Tell them how you looked him in the eye, a man who trusted you, and killed him! Tell them!”

Snape drew his wand, but McGonagall immediately stepped in, pushing Harry aside. You felt a hand on your arm, pulling you further away from the duelling pair. Then McGonagall won; Snape gave up and flee through the window.

“Coward!” her voice was muffled by the loud cheers of students. “Coward!”

Then a sharp pain, worse than you had ever had struck through your head and you stumbled.

“Y/N!” Fred got ahold of you, helping you stay standing. “Are you…”

Someone screamed but it felt like it was coming from inside your head. You couldn’t bare it, you wanted it to stop, you couldn’t breathe… Then an ice-cold voice spoke, a voice that you had never heard before but it made you feel more afraid, more desperate than anything in this world.

“I know that many of you will want to fight… Some of you may even think that to fight is wise… But this is folly… Give me Harry Potter… Do this and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched. Give me Harry Potter and you will be rewarded. You have one hour.”

Your hand was shaking as you brushed your hair out of your face. What were you doing? What were you doing?! Your eyes met with George’s and suddenly you were not ready… Suddenly you didn’t want this… You wanted to go back to safety, back to Muriel’s and stay there for the rest of your life.

“What are you waiting for?” Pansy Parkinson’s voice dragged you back to reality. She was pointing at Harry. “Someone grab him!”

Somehow anger took over your fear and your mouth dropped, outraged. You were not the only one; within seconds thirty or so people joined Harry, shielding him from Slytherins.

“Students out of bed!” Filch’s voice made you jump. “Students out of bed!”

“They are supposed to be out of bed you blithering idiot!” snarled McGonagall. “And Mr Filch, I would like you, please, to lead Miss Parkinson and the rest of Slytherin House from the hall. The dungeons would do.”

Cheers erupted as Filch started to lead the students. Kingsley hurried towards, giving out orders and requesting people to take positions.

“… need somebody to organise defence of the entrances of the passageways into the school.”

“Sounds like a job for us,” said Fred at once and you agreed. Kingsley approved and waved you away.

“Good. Hurry up, you heard him. We don’t have much time till midnight.”

You turned away, heading for the marble staircase in the Entrance Hall. Around you people were running up and down, pushing each other, calling for lost friends and siblings.

“I’ll take the tunnel that leads to Honeydukes,” called Fred, shouting over the huddling students.

“All right,” said George, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. “Take a few people with you. I”ll take the one on the sixth floor, you know behind that ugly statue that looks like…”

“Snape, yeah, by the size of his nose,” grinned Fred. George chuckled, then his face darkened and he turned to you in realization.

“Stay with me.”

Your eyes fell on his missing ear, and you remembered how you felt that night, thinking the unthinkable, fearing the impossible… Yes, you wanted to follow him, you wanted to go where he was going, you wanted to make sure that he was all right, because… because you were scared, more scared than ever before, and you couldn’t bare even the thought of loosing him…

“No,” you said finally, going against your heart’s desire. “No, I’ll go up to the fifth. I always used that one when I wanted to get down to Hogsmeade.”

“No, Y/N,” George started. You cut him off, hoping that your voice was more stern than how you actually felt.

“We need to cover a lot of ground,” you said. “They might be coming from all over the place, we can’t risk it…”

“She’s right,” said Fred, answering George’s ask for help. He looked into his brother’s eyes, his voice confident. “Come on… She’s gonna be okay.”

“I’m gonna be okay,” you said, too. George seemed to be in anguish. He looked like he was fighting for air, looking at you and Fred in turns. Then he seemed to make a decision against his better judgement.

“Fuck! Come here,” he pulled you to him, kissing you with everything he had, not letting you go for at least a minute. When he did, he nodded. “Okay. Go then.”

“Okay,” you said, too. “Okay. George, I love —”

“No!” he said sharply. “I don’t wanna hear it!”

You cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look into your eyes. You knew he was scared to say goodbyes but you wanted to do it anyway… just in case.

“I love you,” you spoke loud and clearly. Then you let him go and turned to Fred. “And I love you, too.”

He opened his arms and hugged you, and you hugged him, too, until both of you felt that you couldn’t stretch out the moment any longer, because your time was up and all three of you needed to be somewhere else, someplace where the others could not follow.

“See you later, okay?” Fred said, giving you one last kiss on your cheek. “Now get out of here.”

You nodded, then looked behind you, where a bunch of people stood, waiting.

“Anyone who’s here to defend the entrances, choose groups!” you shouted. “I need two people.”

The Patil twins were the first ones to step forward. You indicated towards the stairs.

“All right. Let’s go!”

You left the others behind, running, with Parvati and Padma following you, your heart beating in your throat. You tried not to think about George, not to think about Fred, because right now you needed to focus, you needed to get ready to fight. You made your way through a couple of first year boys and looked at your watch. It was ten minutes until midnight.

The further you got from the Entrance Hall, the fewer people you met. Everyone was clearly spreading out in the castle, making sure that every corner was well defended. After you left the fourth floor, there was no one besides the three of you, and you could only hear muffled buzzing from the other parts of the building. You ran up on the last staircase leading to the fifth floor, and then you saw it, the old carpet under which lay the loose floorboard that led out of the castle. You stopped, wand in your hand.

“This is it,” you said, turning to the other two. Padma stepped to the window, her face nervous.

“I can see them,” she said. “Over the hill, I…”

“Let’s just cast some spells over the entrance,” you said quickly, deciding that you didn’t want to see the army outside. “Come, help me.”

You pulled aside the carpet, revealing the wooden planks amongst the stone tiles. You glanced at your watch every second, more anxious by the minute. You placed detective spells over the tunnel that would tell you immediately if someone was coming. Parvati and Padma got several tables from a nearby classroom and built a mediocre barricade from them. You stood behind it, your ears sharp, your hands shaking, your eyes fixed on the entrance in nervous anticipation.

Then there was a loud bang and lights like a thousand firework hit the shield over the castle. You didn’t need to look at your watch anymore. It was midnight.

It went on for several minutes, and with each blow you thought that that was it, the defence crumbled, you were going to get hit and killed… but the castle was holding on, and the whole school seemed to fall into silence, waiting.

“Maybe we’re holding on,” whispered Parvati. “Maybe —”

But then a blow, louder and stronger than any of the previous ones made the whole castle shake, and you stumbled, grabbing the leg of a table, and the floor was shaking, and the walls were trembling and you heard people screaming from all around the castle, and you saw the last pieces of the protective dome over Hogwarts falling onto the ground. Black stripes of smoke were heading in your direction. You raised your wand, people’s distant screams still echoing in your ear, and you feared that you were going to faint and suddenly your mind was empty and you couldn’t remember a single spell to use…

“Impedimenta!” screamed Padma and the first Death Eater fell backwards and out of the window. But there was more, three, seven, fifteen were coming…

A green light hit your barricade of tables and all three of you fell onto the floor, your hands over your head, someone screaming. You heard footsteps coming, and suddenly you were awake, adrenaline pumping through you and you jumped to your feet and stunned an approaching hooded man. Parvati appeared next to you, sending a Body-Bind Curse towards another man. She missed, but the Death Eater was forced to find cover from Padma’s curse. You heard yells and a painful moan, and you used the opportunity to peak from behind the remains of your shelter.

You saw Death Eaters running down the stairs on the other side of the hallway, but there was four that remained there to fight. One of them was dragging his stunned mate on the floor, so you stunned him as well.

“Let’s make the little rats come out of the hole!” you heard one of the man roar and then you were flying backwards, hitting the ground hard and you heard a crack but did not feel pain, for there was no time to feel pain. You stood up, seeing the approaching Death Eater and screamed ‘Stupefy!’ but he blocked it, his face stuck in an evil smile. You could not see either Parvati or Padma but from the corner of your eyes you saw lights in all different colors hitting each other and you heard shouts and cries from all over the place.

“Stupefy!” you screamed again, but missed. “Impedimenta!”

You hit a column and it crumbled, burying the man under itself. Dust and smoke reached your throat, choking you on the spot, and you fell onto your knees, desperately trying to breathe. You looked up, your stomach sick and you saw fire, fire you had no idea where it came from, eating up the hallway, burning the carpit and the paintings on the wall.

“Aguamenti!”

Water burst out of your wand and somehow you managed to stand up, fresh air releasing the knot in your lungs and you looked aside and saw that half of the hallway was blown open, its walls ruined, a huge opening providing a view to the grounds outside. And you saw in the distance people running, screaming, red, purple, orange, green lights flickering; you looked around and you didn’t see either Padma or Parvati but you saw a bunch of new faces and you realized that the fight had reached you. You glanced towards the secret passageway and it was torn open, several hooded figures were climbing out of it, and you ran, as fast as you had never run before.

“Impedimenta!” you shouted and you hit a crouching woman into the face. The man following her growled and sent a green light at you that missed your head by inches.

“Come on, you little prat, dance for me!” he screeched, casting a spell that you jumped away from. “You don’t like that, do you? Crucio!”

Air got stuck in your lungs and you felt pain that could not be compared to anything you had ever experienced… and you screamed in agony, and you wished it was over, you wished everything was over and you wriggled on the floor, desperate for death, hoping that it would come because you were sure even death was better than this pain.

“NO!” you heard a cry and the pain stopped but you couldn’t move. “Are you okay?”

You felt a hand on your shoulder and looking up you saw Cho, her hair messed up, her face black from the dust. You nodded, your legs shaking as you stood up, and your hand flew over your ribs in pain, remembering that some of your bones might had been broken. Around you the scene had changed within those few minutes you spent fighting; you could barely make difference between friends and enemies in the chaos.

“Come!” said Cho, pulling you away from the entrance of the passageway, then turning around and shouting, “Reducto!”

The floor beneath you shook and you saw the passageway falling in, blown up, sealing the entrance so that no living thing could come through it again. You stood, panting, holding onto that thin stick in your hand, and you were not thinking anymore, you were only acting, and you made a run for it, squeaking with every breath you took, but fighting, sending curses at every hooded figure you saw, loosing track of time, but holding on, because there was no other way to end this than to fight.

A high pitched whisper echoed in the castle, and you grabbed your head again, wincing at the sound that felt like it was coming from inside your skull.

“You have fought valiantly but in vain. I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. Harry Potter, now I speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonor. Join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman and child who tries to conceal you from me.”

The voice stopped and you looked around; you stood facing Death Eaters by the dozen. They stood staring, some of them bleeding, some of them grimacing wickedly. Then, almost as if they were one entity, they burst into black stripes of smoke again, fleeing the castle.

The silence was deafening. After the explosions and screams everything seemed sinister, and now, that the adrenaline was leaving your body could you really focus on your fears again. You wondered…

“Help! Someone… Help me!”

You turned your head and saw a Ravenclaw boy lifting a body from the ground. You stumbled to him, stepping over fallen pieces of stones and rocks, and looked at the body, scared to recognise anyone familiar.

“Help!” pleaded the boy again, tears cleaning the dust off his face. “Please.”

You grabbed the leg of the girl he was holding and together you lifted her up. You felt numb. You didn’t want to think about the fact that the person in your hands was not a person anymore.

“We take everyone in the Great Hall,” you heard someone speak. “This way, come on.”

It seemed like hours had passed by the time the Entrance Hall finally came into sight. On your way down more and more people joined you, some carrying bodies, some limping, some holding a wound that was still bleeding. You kept looking around, forcing yourself not to cry, not to panic just yet. There were still a lot of people coming.

You reached the Great Hall and layed the body of the girl next to the wall, beside many many more. Your throat closed by the sight of the many lying on the floor, not moving, still. You took sudden gulps of air. You were panicking now.

You walked on, desperately looking, but there were so many people that you couldn’t see a thing. But then you saw a family, a family with ginger hair huddled together and you started walking as fast as your broken ribs let you.

“George!” you screeched. “George!”

He raised his head in anguish, but as he saw you he left everyone behind and ran, literally crashing against your body, sobbing, and you soothed his hair and whispered:

“It’s okay… I’m —”

You fell silent, seeing the pair of legs on the floor. You stood there, your mind not able to process what you were seeing. You let go of George, getting closer, and now you recognised the sneakers on those feet.

No. No, no, no, no, no. No.

Ginny stepped aside and your eyes fell on Fred, his face still and pale. Your mouth fell open, wether to moan or to scream you didn’t know. You felt a hand on your shoulder, had no idea who it was. You were staring at the lifeless body, and you stumbled over and fell onto your knees next to him, your sight blurry. Someone screamed, or maybe it was you, then you reached for his hand and it was cold, and a cry of agony escaped your lips as you started sobbing, shaking your head in denial, unable to speak. Pain was shattering your insides, it was torturing your soul and you wanted it to end, and you didn’t want to look at him anymore but you were still unable to turn your head away.

George came into view on the other side of him, and you had never seen his face so ugly, so deformed, in so much pain. His eyes met yours and you saw your own pain in them, the pain that was eating both of you up like a desease… you held out your other hand to him, and he grasped it desperately, and now you were holding one warm and one ice-cold hand…

You wanted to believe that it was not true. You were barely able to see from your tears. His eyes were closed, his lips curled even in his sleep, almost as if they resembled the great jokester he was. You let go of his hand but only to touch his cheek, gently, lovingly, then you leaned closer, saying your goodbyes with one last trembling kiss.

His cold skin burned your lips and you were not in control of yourself anymore. Still grasping George’s hand, you lay your head onto Fred’s chest, and you realized with great torment that his heart was not beating. You stayed there, listening to the silence, closing your eyes and crying, for God knows how long.

Hours had passed as you lay there, drowning in grief. Around you people were sobbing with loud chuckles, but you felt so far away from them; you were up in the Gryffindor common room, laughing about who knows what with the twins, so much younger, so much more innocent, and you didn’t open your eyes because laughing was reality, and blood and death wasn’t, it couldn’t be. It couldn’t be, because that would mean that Fred was gone.

Your eyes hurt from the salt, and you started blinking heavily. Your ribs ached with every breath, and you were sure that Madam Pomfrey could heal you within a minute; but if it meant leaving Fred behind for even a second, then you did not want to be cured. Through the windows you saw the night slowly fading away, and not long after that you heard the crowd around you buzzing.

“It’s him, he’s coming!”

“They’re back, they’re here!”

“Who is he holding?”

“Who is that?”

You raised your head, alarmed, but not quite understanding what was happening. People seemed to look out the windows, their faces in shock and fear.

“What’s happening?” asked Ginny, her voice crooked. You saw Ron and Hermione look at each other.

“It’s him, he’s here!”

With enormous effort you stood up, your nervousness stronger than your grief. Grabbing your wand you joined the crowd swarming outside the Great Hall, stopping between the ruins of the courtyard. Approaching, you saw him, for the first time in your life, You-Know-Who himself.

He was accompanied by his many Death Eaters, his snake, and Hagrid, who seemed to be…

“Who is that Hagrid’s carrying?” asked Ginny. “Neville, who is it?”

Then you heard the screeching sound.

“Harry Potter is dead!”

“No!” screamed Ginny. “NO!”

“Silence! Stupid girl!” he laughed, his servants joining in. “Harry Potter is dead!”

You felt every last drop of hope leaving your body. While You-Know-Who… Voldemort was speaking, you were zoning out, staring at the body in Hagrid’s hand. It didn’t matter anymore. You were a muggleborn. Your faith was sealed. Maybe death would stop this miserable pain…

Then Neville started limping forwards, an ugly old hat in his hand.

“It doesn’t matter Harry’s gone.”

“Stand down, Neville.”

“People die every day! Friends, family. Yeah, we lost Harry tonight. But he’s still with us, in here. So’s Fred… Remus… Tonks. All of them. They didn’t die in vain. But you will! Because you’re wrong! Harry’s heart did beat for us! For all of us! This is not over!”

He pulled a long sword out of the hat, his face angry and determined, but your eyes fell on Harry, who jerked himself from Hagrid’s arms, stood up, very much alive and shot a blaze of fire at the snake.

It was as though the whole school came alive, and suddenly you were running, shooting spells at every hooded figure who approached you and you were in the Great Hall again, fighting like never before, with a new kind of aspiration in your heart. You remembered something from the past, McGonagall claiming that there won’t be duelling in the Great Hall while she was a teacher here… Oh, how times had changed, you thought, as you were duelling very much so.

And then he came across you, the man you loathed and feared. He growled, his pointy teeth showing in his bloodstained mouth. Fenrir Greyback licked his lips, and you saw hunger in his eyes.

“Stupefy!” you shouted and he blocked it; then it was his turn and you ducked from the green light. “Impedimenta!”

He blocked the curse again, though stumbling under its force. You got on your feet, your ribs hurting immensely. He shot curses at you and you blocked them, one after the other, though you barely had time to fight back.

“This is it, precious,” he howled. “Oh, I remember you and your friends… what d’you think, they let me have the ginger one after we finish here?”

Fresh, hot rage ignited in you, and finally you reached a point from where there was no coming back.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Your curse hit the werewolf in the middle of his chest and he fell backwards, his face stuck in surprise, hitting the floor with a thud. You spared him one last disgusted look, then joined the others, just in time to hear Mrs Weasley yell:

“Not my daughter you bitch!”

George appeared next to you, pulling you away from his mother. Bellatrix laughed but not for long; she was blown into pieces, ceased to exist.

Voldemort was raging on the other side of the hall, seeing how his most loyal servant was finished. But then there was Harry and the fight stopped, for there was no one else but Voldemort left… and the sun was shining bright now, and you were watching the pair of them, talking about wands and lies, and you didn’t understand a thing, but it didn’t matter…

And then both of them cried out their curses… he fell onto the floor… and it was over.

Loud screaming and cheering broke out in the Great Hall and you were caught up in the hundreds embracing Harry, and you turned around, your eyes meeting George’s and he was dirty, puffy eyed, one-eared, and you jumped into his arms and kissed him, because it was over, you were free, and from now on you could love whoever you wanted, you could marry whoever you wished and you could continue your life where you had left off…

When the first wave of cheer ended, you pulled George aside, joining up with the Weasleys again. They welcomed you with hugs, laughter and cries, and eventually you settled down onto the benches, not far from where Fred lay. Your mood was switching from happiness to grief, and you were tired, so tired that you wished to sleep for days. You locked eyes with Ginny, her head resting on her mother’s shoulder, and you saw that Mrs Weasley was crying again.

“Do you know…” started Mr Weasley, looking as though he was not sure he wanted to ask the question. His voice was higher than usual. “Do you know who… who was it?”

“Rookwood,” said Ron, his lips trembling. Next to him Hermione was tearing up.

“But you got him, right Perce?” said Mr Weasley, his voice shaking. Percy nodded.

“I’ve never liked him,” he said. His voice cracked. “But now it was personal.”

“D’you mean…” you said hoarsly. “D’you mean Percy-nal?”

You heard George’s tired chuckle next to you and you turned to him. One second of his gaze was enough to see how much agony he was in… and his eyes were so like his brother’s, whose eyes, you knew, would never meet yours again.

And then the both of you started sobbing.

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[nabesthetics]

“and friends” ghfjdk that’s one way to put it

L is for Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Well, Alastor’s fine with nearly anywhere as long as it’s safe enough. His favorite location is “under/on top of his lover”, lmao. Specifics, though? Those depends on the LI.

(So a lot of the following text is just headcanons for Asra, Muriel and Lucio tbh, pfft)

Asra

Mostly well-secluded places.

These two did it on nearly every horizontal (and not only) surface of their home. Aside from some of the kitchen, maybe, kind of awkward when the Stove Salamander is right there.

The countertops and the card reading table have to be cleaned quite regularly, though - both Asra and Alastor are fond of teasing each other throughout the day, so when the last customer of the day leaves, getting to the bedroom is just an unnecessary delay tbh.

When travelling, open fields with tall grass are probably a favorite, closely followed by all kinds of springs & lakes, both because it makes cleanup easier and because, if they’re feeling especially frisky, the water acts as an easy way to the Realms.

Yup. While they don’t do that very often, the Realms are an exciting place for sex. Incredible views and magical environments are already nice features, but as the Realms can react to he person’s state of mind, traveling there while horny results in a whole array of interesting effects, from convenient spots in a seemingly innocent landscape to flowers and fruits with the exact effect you’re thinking about. And as Alastor’s developing Fool abilities allow him navigate the Realms more easily, those trips aren’t quite as dangerous as they would be before.

More importantly though, the both magicians are in their element in the magic Realms, with their senses boosted & some spells that would never work in the waking world suddenly being relatively easy to pull off.

I’m just saying, they don’t need the Magician to get double Asra action.

Their bond grows stronger too, and while that’s something that they can do outside of the Realms, sharing their emotional and physical feelings becomes easier. With that, another feature of the Realms becomes very useful: they can be as loud as they want.

Muriel

Most of the time it’s the safety and seclusion of their home where they can both be at ease and not worry about getting interrupted/spotted.

Muriel is definitely not immune to Alastor’s teasing, but he has the patience to wait until they get back home before giving in and picking the mischievously giggling dragon up and carrying him to bed (…or table, or the fur nest in front of the fireplace, that works too)

Admittedly, they aren’t always patient enough, so some (lockable) rooms at the Palace are used if the tension is high enough or if they’re staying there for a few days. The Palace baths are definitely one of the favorites, though both of them are more likely to pass out from blushing too hard before admitting it.

Muri lived in the forest long enough to know the most hidden spots for all kinds of activities. The peaceful evenings and early nights often turn into intimate lovemaking under the stars; the forest is also a place where Alastor can turn half-dragon without worrying about having enough space for the tail and 7′ worth of wings.

A particular cave with magic-loaded hot springs isn’t forgotten, either – that’s where they had sex for the first time, after all, so they do come back every once in a while – although they do stay clear of the water during the sex itself after that one time when an emotionally charged magic flare caused them to swap bodies for some time, which is a really weird experience when you’re technically different species.

(Not that they didn’t explore that area of magic later in a more controlled environment, mind you.)

Lucio

What isn’t??

Look, they’re not picky. Adventuring lifestyle doesn’t really leave too much room for luxury, and while they do stay at inns overnight when possible, if it’s just one night they both might just crash to bed, too exhausted from the day for anything else. (That does often lead to morning sex, though)

So fucking “in the wild” is just a usual, often spontaneous thing. Sometimes even in the middle of a job, especially after some dangerous encounter because…

that. Lucio’s into seeing his magician being badass, Alastor is into the disheveled look + body scents, it all kinda works out.

Forests? Y’know it. Hot springs?? Hell yeah. Caves? Eh, basically Alastor’s natural habitat. Ancient ruins? As long as it’s not a catacomb, I guess. You get the idea.

They do, however, have that guest room at the Palace that’s pretty much theirs at this point, at least until they get their own place in Vesuvia, which might take a while because someone keeps spending all of their earnings.

Anyway, that room is now magically soundproofed for a reason, they fully intend to make good use of those break days. (Also you can imagine that evening. “What are you doing?” “Um, I’m. Putting… sound blocking charms. On the door.” “.....”)

#the Arcana #the Arcana lemon #smut alphabet #the Arcana headcanons #OC: Alastor #Arcana!Alastor #the Arcana Fan Apprentice #Lucio Morgasson #Asra Alnazar #Muriel Kokhuri #Asrastor #Ursa Draconis #Dragoat #lemon

[weasleydream]

Forever and a day

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The night was like the ones you only see in the middle of summer even though it was Christmas. The deep blue sky, almost dark and dotted with thousands of bright stars, was only lightened by the moon, a fantastic crescent illuminating the garden of the Burrow along with Fred and me. The only thing blurring periodically our sight was the cloud forming in front of our mouths when we breathed, except that, this was a magical vision. 

The Burrow, as each and every Christmas, was animated and full of joy and laughter. It was awesome, really, but Fred and I had needed a bit of time alone as we hadn’t had a lot of occasions since his departure from Hogwarts, a few months ago. We had escaped the loud cheers, preferring the peaceful silence of the night, accepting the biting cold as it gave us an excuse for cuddling, losing ourselves in the stars. 

A particularly violent shiver shook me, and Fred tightened his grip around my waist. 

“We can go back inside, if you want.” he said while rubbing my sides with energy. 

“No, I want to stay.”

I looked up again to the stars and noticed a few seconds later that Fred’s gaze hadn’t followed mine. 

“What? Do I have something on my nose?” 

“Except that adorable red colour, no, you have nothing.” 

“Yeah, that’s because I love Rudolf the rednosed reindeer.” I declared before chuckling when Fred frowned. 

“Is that another muggleborn reference?” he asked. “Dad never told me about this one.”

“I guess you know him as Patrick the red tailed niffler.” 

In front of Fred’s incomprehension and once my laughters had eventually calmed down, I explained who Rudolf the rednosed reindeer was. 

“And we wonder why muggles don’t believe in magic,” he mumbled. “If they present it like something that childish…”

I didn’t want to debate on the muggle’s capacity of imagining what magic could be - I knew it could turn into a heated argument - and decided to change the subject. 

“If nothing was hanging from my nose, then why were you eyeing me so intensely?”

Fred’s cheeks and ears, who were already red because of the freezing air, darkened and I smirked when he scratched the back of his neck, a recurrent gesture that never failed to show when he was nervous.

“That’s because, well, the moonlight… It makes you look, err- it makes you look cool, I mean- Stop laughing, I just wanted to compliment you!”

Indeed, I was laughing softly, melting on the inside because he was so cute when he was nervous… And Fred was almost never nervous. He was always so self confident, such an adorable and cocky boy, yet when he wanted to express his deepest feelings, he became a stuttering mess. And I loved this side of him, way more than the side that always wanted to dye my hair in green, that was for sure. 

“And you did well complimenting me, Freddie. The moonlight suits you too pretty well, love.”

And it truly was, from the freckles on his nose that contrasted with his pale skin to the sparkle in his eyes and including his hair that seemed softer than ever, everything of him which was usually awesome appeared just perfect under the moonlight. No kidding, my boyfriend was the best of all. 

Fred chuckled, mumbling something that sounded like “Your compliment was still better than mine” and pulled me closer to him. We were sitting on a bench, far enough from the house to be sure nothing - or no one, and especially not George or Ginny - would disturb us. We were still stargazing, both lost in thoughts deeper than the other could imagine, and not necessarily really happy. When a shooting star crossed the sky, that’s all naturally that my dearest wish crossed my mind, and fear flooded suddenly in my body. 

I hope we’re all gonna survive this war. 

I immediately felt the urge to be comforted by Fred, like every time I thought of the war inexorably approaching, and like every time, he tightened me a bit more and laid soft kisses on my hair. 

“It will be okay love. We’ll be okay.”

“How can you be so sure? Fred, it can happen so fast…”

“Y/N, listen to me.” His tone was firm but it was only to make me calm down, I knew it. “As long as I’ll be there, nothing will happen to you, I promise. And as long as you’ll be there, nothing will happen to me because I just cannot bear the thought of you being alone. Do you understand? I’ll be yours for forever, and you’ll be mine for forever. If you keep that in mind, then we’ll stay together.”

Our foreheads were now pressed against each other, and my hands were cupping his cheeks. Fred’s eyes were burning, a flame I had only seen a few times making them shine brighter than the sun. It was pure love. At the moment, I was so scared, so terrified and yet feeling so stupid for doubting of us that I reacted the only way I knew. 

“Forever? It isn’t long enough for me, love.”

“Then let’s say for forever and a day.”

“It doesn’t make that much of a difference, does it?”

“A lot can happen in a day.” he whispered before leaning in and pressing his lips against mine. 

And as the fire of our love was slowly consuming us, as the cold air seemed to disappear to be replaced by a warm atmosphere, I was so absorbed in the moment, so focused on his lips and his hands, that it never crossed my mind that Fred had expressed his deepest feelings without stuttering once. 

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“Molly, you better tell these delinquents to stop their traffic!”

“That’s not traffic, dear aunt Muriel, that’s business.” said Fred with a smirk before tying an imaginary tie. 

Muriel grumbled and threw an imperious glance at Molly, who didn’t do anything but shrugging. 

“They don't listen to me, Muriel. I’m sorry.”

This dear old aunt Muriel had accepted to hide her family, the Weasleys being in danger now that everyone knew Ron was with Harry, and Fred had made a scene as he wanted me to hide with them. Muriel had firstly refused, pretending she wouldn’t have the energy to bear one more person. 

“Trust me, you’ll never survive with me if she doesn’t come with us.” He had muttered, after what Molly had ordered him to shut up for once and had pleaded my cause.

Muriel hadn’t had any other choice than accepting, and I suspected her to know Fred would have found a way to make me come here anyway. As a revenge, she had decided to be more insufferable than usual, which was an exploit according to George. 

“Shut up, it will begin!” suddenly exclaimed Bill, who was here with Fleur for one of the visits that were becoming more and more frequent as the weeks passed. 

Everyone gathered around the radio, Muriel complaining that she was busy writing a very important letter - Ginny confessed to me she had read a few sentences, and Muriel was in fact writing to one of the old blabbermouths she had for friends. After several hissing begging her to shut up, we all waited for Lee to begin his emission. We waited, but… Nothing.

“I don’t understand…” muttered Bill. “I thought-”

“Do you think it means something happened to him?” I asked, petrified at the thought that one of my best friends could be hurt because he had always kept bringing us hope. 

“No, he’s too smart to be caught.” assured George. 

But I caught the worried glance he exchanged with Fred. The silence seemed to last forever, and Bill eventually stopped trying.

“Maybe he just can’t right now,” he said. “I’ll keep trying to catch the signal, we’ll see.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

Ginny’s voice was blank, and I turned to see that her face was pale. However, the flame of her determination was burning in her eyes. 

“Harry is at Hogwarts, and apparently the fight is for soon.”

Fuck. That was the first thing that came to my mind. As my brain was trying to process what Ginny had said and what it implied, Molly pressed her on with interrogations. 

“How do you know that? Ginny, is Ron with him? Is he safe? Ginny!”

Without a word, she handed her mother the false galleon I recognized easily. 

“Mum, we’ve got to go to Hogwarts.” said George. 

“How?” asked Molly with a quiet voice.

“The Hog’s Head. There’s a tunnel leading to the room of requirements.” replied Ginny. 

Molly sighed and murmured she had to warn the order. Fred and George got up in the same movement, and I immediately did the same. 

“Y/N, you stay here.”

For a second, I thought it was a joke. A particularly bad one, but a joke. However, I had never seen Fred being so serious. His jaw was clenched and he was frowning, and at the moment his eyes were darker than they had ever been. 

“I- what?” I asked in disbelief. 

Fred glanced at George before sighing. He grabbed my hand and half dragged me to the room we shared with his twin. He sighed once more and quickly passed a hand in his hair. 

“Y/N, I want you to stay here with aunt Muriel.”

“Are you crazy? I won’t stay on the sidelines, Fred. Don’t count on it.”

“Love, please, I just-”

“No!” I yelled. Fred winced. “There’s no way you’re going to fight without me!”

“Love, I just want you to be safe.” He grabbed my hand and lightly kissed my knuckles. “How long will be our forever if something happens to you?”

“Why do you keep thinking I’m the only one who could get hurt? Fred, I know how- how reckless you can be and… And I need to be with you, Fred, I need to be sure you won’t do anything stupid, you understand?”

“And if something happens to me? Y/N, if I die-”

“Don’t say that!” I squealed.

“If I die, who will keep you safe?”

Maybe Fred hadn’t heard me, all absorbed in his thoughts as he was, or maybe he felt the need to get this out of him. I would understand, I was feeling the exact same thing, I wanted to say out loud that maybe I would die too. This way, it would be real, totally real, and I could focus on something else. The way of keeping us alive, for example. But if something had to happen to Fred, if despite all my efforts, his fate was to leave me, then I knew what I would have to do. It was obvious.

“If you die,” I murmured, “then I’ll make sure our forever is still a thing.”

“Don’t say that. Y/N, please, don’t say such a thing. I- I forbid you to… Y/N, if I die- if I don’t make it out alive, promise me- promise me you’ll live. No matter what love, I need to know you’ll carry on.”

“Only if you promise the same.”

And that promise was sealed with the saddest kiss we had ever shared, our tears giving it a salty taste, our hands grabbing the other’s clothes in the same way you grip on the last thing that makes you alive. And it was true; at the moment, Fred was the only thing that helped me stay sane, and I had the firm conviction that our survival depended on each other. 

From the moment I had stepped in the room of requirements until the moment everything had gone black around me, from the moment Fred had made me swear to stay next to him until the moment I had lost him between two green flashes of light, from the moment I had stumbled upon Percy to the moment I had run into Fred’s arms, my own body had been controlled by the most primitive survival instinct. A rage I didn’t suspect had taken over me, making me kill enemy after enemy, without ever considering the fact that they were human. One the wrong side, maybe, despicable, for sure, but still human, with maybe children that were waiting for them at home. Not one second did I think of anything else than being enveloped in Fred’s arms after the end of the war, enjoying our victory hopefully without any loss and living our life like we deserved. But I had to get through this, I had promised him I would, and he had promised me too. 

I was unable to open my eyes, my body being entirely sore and my head seeming on the verge of the explosion. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t move to get rid of this small pebble that was planting itself in my shoulder blade. The blood was rushing behind my ears, and the sound was not without recalling the sound of a river. It was somehow soothing. 

And slowly, or as it seemed for me as I didn’t have any way to measure time, the adrenaline in my veins disappeared, letting my heart beat less quickly and I could eventually hear what surrounded me. At first, it only sounded like a buzzing, and some noises gradually distinguished themselves. Steps near my head. Loud voices. Laughters. Cries. And after the hearing, it was my sight that came back to normal. 

The light surrounding me was forming a bright halo behind my closed eyelids. When my eyes were finally used to such a brightness, they flickered open. The very first thing I saw was a bunch of vaults above me, some of them half destructed and the sky being visible in some places. The second thing I saw was a glimpse of red hair. A smile immediately stretched my lips before disappearing. It was George, and something was wrong.

“George?” I asked quietly, my throat being so sore that this only world almost made me throw up. 

When George looked at me with puffy red eyes, my stomach twisted into a painful knot. It took a lot of energy for me to do something as simple as looking around me, but nowhere did I see the smile I needed. I wanted to ask him where Fred was, if everyone was okay, but I only managed to moan weakly. Much to my horror, tears flooded from George’s eyes and he pulled me against him without an ounce of delicacy. He just tightened me against his chest, clutching desperately on the back of my shirt, loud sobs shaking his shoulders. Without even knowing what had happened - or knowing it but refusing to believe it - I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him as tight as I could, feeling the tears rolling on my cheeks despite myself. 

George cried for a long time, and so did I without even being fixed on why we were such a wreck at the moment. When finally he stopped crying, he pushed me back just enough to look at me in the eyes without letting go of my shoulders. And when I looked into these eyes I knew so well and not only because they looked like Fred’s, when I saw the most heart wrenching desperation I could ever see, I slowly understood. And slowly, I felt the same desperation invading my eyes, and an excruciating pain taking over my body, because he had promised. He had promised nothing would happen to him. 

George grabbed my hand and without a word, he helped me get up.  My legs were too weak to support my own weight, let alone the weight of my pain, and I clung onto him like the lifeline that prevented me from drowning in my sorrow. We walked slowly, one step after the other, and it felt like we were struggling against a powerful courant. When they saw us, George’s siblings - I couldn’t recognize who -  stepped backward, none of them saying anything. Another step, and another. Arthur helped Molly get up, and she obliged in a painful sob. 

When she got up, I saw Fred’s body.

His clothes were torn and dirty. Blood covered the fabric and his skin. His eyes were closed, and he was still smiling. But he was dead. 

My knees gave up on me and I fell on the ground. I grabbed his hand desperately, his skin was as cold as ice and I didn’t recognize its touch, which used to bring me so much comfort because it was always so warm. And the tears were continuously rolling, blinding me whereas I wanted to memorize each detail of his face. Then the sobs arrived, all more painful than the precedent but still pleasant compared to the pain in my heart. George was crying next to me, an arm still around my shoulders, and we stayed like this for a long time. 

The night was falling on the castle, yet what remained from the Great Hall was still full of broken souls like George and I. People who weren’t ready to leave the last place they had seen their loved ones. George’s family had come back to the Burrow, preferring to mourn Fred in the intimacy of their house, but we weren’t ready yet. We were still sitting on the ground, in front of an empty place where Fred’s body had been laying before being carried away. 

We were staring blankly in front of us, George’s arm around my shoulder and my head resting on his, probably doing the same thing, namely recalling Fred. 

“I didn’t say I loved him…” My throat was sore after all the sobs that had shaken my body, yet I needed to say it, because the guilt and the regrets were suffocating me. 

“He knew it.” replied George, his voice as weak as mine and oh so broken. 

And I couldn’t know it, but George was remembering the last time Fred had rambled about me in front of him. “You have no idea on how much I love her, Georgie.” he had said with a goofy smile. “I would do anything for her… She’s the love of my life, I know it. You know what? When all of this is over, I’ll marry her.” 

“He knew it and he loved you too, Y/N.”

“And he loved you too. He was so proud of you, George.”

And we burst into tears, hugging each other with the same strength we wanted to hug Fred with, with the desperation we shared of having lost one of the most important persons in our lives. 

We cried because Fred was dead and at the moment, it felt like we would always cry because this loss was too much for us to bear. 

“I’ll be yours for forever, and you’ll be mine for forever. If you keep that in mind, then we’ll stay together.”

“Forever? It isn’t long enough for me, love.”

“Then let’s say for forever and a day.”

“It doesn’t make that much of a difference, does it?”

I was so stupid, because now, I would give anything for just one more day with you.

One day to say I love you. 

One day to live the forever we deserved. 

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Déjà Vu (Or are we losing our minds?) VIII -Modern!Shirbert

A/N: I need a group of friends that live near my house so we can all have crisis together -Danny

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Chapter Eight: 2nd. Déjà Vu.

'We are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange. As often as not, we are homesick most for the places we have never known’

                           —Carson McCullers

"Anne, I’m sorry!” Cole called from the other side of the door, “If I had known that finding out about that asshole’s engagement was going to upset you like this, I would’ve kept my mouth shut…”

“You couldn’t take a guess?” Josie scoffed, leaning against the wall beside him. She continued in a whisper, "She's on her period, and you thought it'd be okay to just drop the bomb?"

Anne opened the door abruptly, almost causing her friend to fall forward into the bathroom. Her face was still red from anger, but there was no sign of tears treatening to come out.

“He’s a monster!” She yelled, making a bee line back to her bedroom. “First tries to make me believe I’m the love of his life and that he’s the man of my dreams, and then cheats– now he’s telling the same tale to one of my classmates he met thanks to me! What the actual fuck?!”

“Anne,” Ruby said tentatively. “I think that you need us to leave you alone...”

“What?” Her eyes widening. “No, no, no, no, please don’t leave, please don’t go, I need you here! I thought I was going to be better in the morning but I had this dream… and the nightmare from real life just continued, Roy and Lauren were inviting me to their wedding and I was so upset! I was plotting to ruin their party, I was… oh, it was so out of control– don't you dare say this is because I'm on my period, Josie!” She glared at the blonde in front of her, who just raised her hands in surrender.

“Then let’s do something,” Cole put one hand on her shoulder, “let’s go downtown, let’s visit Muriel! I bet she’s eager to see us, c’mon Anne, you love visiting her...”

“Maybe we could ask her about her husband?” Anne asked, suddenly hopeful. “Her love story could give me hope.”

“For what?”

“For believing love not is not yet another scam of society,” She sentenced.

“Oh my god,” Josie let out a tired sigh. “Fine, we’ll visit her, but please take a shower first, you stink of anger and drool.”

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There she was again, the same girl. Was it the same girl? Gilbert couldn’t remember her face at all, but both definitely had the same red hair, the same soft-looking skin…

“Gilbert, you’re spilling coffe on the table!” Mary’s yell brought him back instantly.

With a start he lifted the kettle and stopped pouring the liquid onto his cup, it was filled to the brim. He let out a tired sigh and reached out for a napkin.

“Sorry,” He mumbled. “I was thinking…”

“A bit too much,” The woman raised a brow. “What is it this time, a scholarship you’re trying to get? An essay that might’ve been one page too long?”

“A dream,” He said quietly.

“A dream,” Mary shook her head skeptically. “You can't even rest while sleeping, then? I’m glad Winnie’s taking you out for the day, Lord knows you need a distraction...”

Winnie arrived at two o’clock, punctual as usual. She was holding a bouquet of flowers that were meant to be for Dellie, but the little girl was having a nap, so she left them on the kitchen counter.

“Sunflowers,” Gilbert raised his eyebrows. “You’re trying to call us haughty?”

“What?” Winnie tilted her head. “No, I just thought they were pretty– Hold on, that's their meaning? How the hell do you know that?”

“I…” Gilbert smiled faded. “I think I dreamt about it.”

Winnie laughed at this.

“You dreamt about it, so it must be real, right?” She shook her head. “Come on, Gilbert, it’s time to get you out of the house.”

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“Anne, why are you stopping?”

The redhead was standing outside a flower shop, she was glancing at it inquisitively, as if pondering whether to take a quick look or keep walking.

“Anne?” Cole called her softly. “Are you okay?”

“What if I do exactly like in my dream?” She asked absentmindedly. “Is it too petty to buy a bouquet just to say 'fuck you'?”

“Very,” Cole raised a brow. “It’s classy though, I like your style.”

“We can talk about whether you should buy your ex venomous flowers once we’re at Muriel’s,” Josie pulled both of them forward. “Let’s go, she’s waiting for us!”

The woman was delighted to receive her former students, they sat in the small dining room and talked for hours until lunchtime. Anne was in a much lighter mood, and offered to prepare a meal, to which they responded with skeptical looks.

“Don’t worry,” Anne rolled her eyes. “I’ll stay far from the oven. Honestly, you burn something once and everyone acts like you’ve been ten years in jail for arson…”

Ruby, Cole and Josie remained at the table while Muriel and Anne entered the kitchen.

“How’s my best student coping with college?”

“You ask that every time I come to visit,” Anne grinned. “And it’s always the same answer. I’m fine, it has been kind to me, it's nothing I can’t handle.”

“Cole told me something happened,” Muriel leaned against the counter. “He said you wanted to ask me about my husband?”

“Oh,” Anne looked up from the bowl she was rinsing, a blush covering her cheeks. “Yeah, I did say that but you know me, I was… upset. You know I tend to be dramatic–”

“If it makes it easier for you, I’d love to tell you about my Jonah, not many people ask me about him, they think I’ll get upset,” Muriel smiled. “It’s been quite some time now and to be honest, talking about him feels different now, the further the memories are, the sweeter they taste.”

Anne wasn’t sure she understood what Muriel was saying, but it encouraged her enough to ask.

“Was it love at first sight? Did you know it’ll be him?”

“Oh no,” She chuckled. “We got along right away, yes, but we didn’t date until our last year in Uni, when all was a bit quieter. Just then we realized that it was always meant to be that way, us together.”

“Did you had partners before him?” Anne went redder. “I’m sorry, is not my business–”

Muriel laughed.

“Anne calm down, I said that you could ask, didn’t I? We’re friends, it’s fine,” She stayed quiet for a moment. “Hmm… well, I only had one official boyfriend before him when I was in highschool, I dated a few kids and never settled– Now, don’t look at me like that!” She laughed, “I was not a heartbreaker, every single sweetheart left with a smile, I think they knew it wasn’t meant to last. I have the feeling that all humans have the ability to know when a person is meant to be with them.”

“I never felt it,” Anne lowered her gaze, “I mean, Roy was the first man I ever dated, he talked about big plans and a future together… but it didn’t matter how much I liked him, how beautiful he was, I never felt the thrill.”

“Sometimes is not thrill what takes over you,” Muriel replied, “sometimes, it’s a subtle tickling on the tip of your fingers, the anticipation that comes a second before you walk into the rain, when you can feel the breeze on your face and… am I making any sense?”

“Yes,” Anne said breathlessly. “Like knowing what’s coming because it’s right in front of you, yet there's something stopping you from having it and remains there, unreachable until you are ready to walk up to it…”

“Exactly,” The woman smiled. “Love is different for everyone, Anne, and most times is not a fairytale, but we make it work when we are with the right person.”

“I suppose you’re right,” She walked up to the fridge. “I’m an adult, I shouldn’t be daydreaming with princes coming to my rescue- especially since I do not need to be saved from anything, my life is great. It’s silly, I'm a grown up now but still have such a childish spirit.”

“It’s okay to dream,” Muriel said reassuringly. “Real life can be magical if you look at the right things, if you pay enough attention.”

“The little things in life?” She looked over her shoulder as she kept handing ingredients to her former teacher.

“Yes, but also no,” The woman frowned, a little smile playing on her lips. “It’s funny, I hadn’t thought about it in a long time...”

“What thing?”

“A month before Jonah and I got together I was having the weirdest déjà vu’s… whenever I was with him it was like watching a scene I had already lived out in a dream, so strange…”

“I read once that when you dream about someone, in a romantic way, that means that person is also thinking about you!” Anne said with excitement. “Maybe he was dreaming about you too!”

“I never asked him,” Muriel shook her head, “what a shame, if he was indeed dreaming of me, that would’ve been such a romantical tale to tell you, I’m sorry I can’t confirm your lovely story.”

“You can’t deny it either,” Anne winked. “That’s enough for me.”

“All this time I thought I’d dreamt about him simply because I was thinking him too much during the day,” Muriel laughed. “It’s so much better to see it through your eyes! I might need to change my version of the story.”

“I had a dream this morning,” Anne giggled. “I was buying Roy a bunch of flowers to tell him to fuck off,” She laughed louder at Muriel’s expression. “Am I allowed to swear in front of you? It feels so weird… anyway, I was buying flowers and the poor man helping me…” She felt a giddy as soon as she remembered him, “he had to deal with my anger while still being completely helpful, if only real people were as patient as he was when I rambled on about my ex and how much of an asshole he was!”

“I hope you gave him a lot of imaginary money for helping you,” Muriel joked.

“Oh, he wouldn’t take it,” Anne rolled her eyes, a silly smile on her face. “That's my childish self, imagining a flourist man- a very handsome flourist man- just giving away his work to me for free, like some sort of selfless hero,” She chuckled. “Well, not so selfless. I remember him asking me to go back and have lunch with him. I mean, I offered the lunch part, but he was the one who asked me to go back…”

“Looks like the mistery man managed to charmed you. I thought the dream was about your ex but it sounds like you were having a jolly time with the flourist!”

“I was,” Anne shook her head. “I have no self-control, even in my dreams I'm incapable of keeping it in my pants.”

“Anne!” Muriel exclaimed over Anne’s cackles. “You’re right, it does feel strange listening to my former student talk like a sailor.”

“A sailor?” Anne asked, still laughing. “More like a pirate! Ahoy, you dirty animals! Hold the anchors! Let’s go south and kill those ravenous monsters while we steal their gold! Captain Shirley doesn’t have time for this buffoonery!”

“Oh Captain, my Captain!” Muriel replied, following the joke. “If you consider it addecuate, we shall start cooking!”

“Oh,” Anne looked down at the untouched ingredients. “Yeah, we should do that.”

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“...And then I told her we could still be friends, but I wasn’t looking for anything serious,” Winnie shrugged, finishing her drink.

“Did she cry?”

“She understood, I told her since the start. I wasn’t leading her on or anything, but I guess she’d grown fond of me, she did cry a little, yeah.”

“Winifred Rose, you must be a nightmare back in Paris,” Gilbert snorted.

“Well I’m not lying, am I? I tell them exactly what I want since the start and they agree!”

“Probably just because they’re too distracted by your looks to actually listen to what you’re saying,” He teased.

“Well that’s on them,” Winnie raised her brow. “Now really, I know you said you’ve had zero fun, but c’mon, there’s gotta be someone…”

“You mean like a prospect?” Gilbert took a quick sip of his coke while Winnie nodded. “I told you before, I don’t have any.”

“Why?” She tilted her head. “I didn’t raise you to be like this, Blythe.” The man laughed.

Winnie was a year older than him, when he was a freshman in Highschool she had taken him under her wing, she was popular (and wealthy) so Moody and him had a decent time during their adolescent years. That if you didn’t take into account the time his father got sick and died, which had been the majority of three years.

“You want me to be honest?” He let out a sigh. “I guess that if I tried, I could make time to go out and meet new people, if I were that eager to go out and… Have something.”

“But?”

“You’re gonna laugh at me.”

“Of course I will, but that doesn’t mean I’ll think less of you!” Winnie saw his distress and her smile faded a little. “I’ve known you long enough to know that you’re not the type to sleep around with strangers. I thought that you would at least try to meet someone and see how it goes, though. Formal relationships are not that hard to find, you know?”

“I know,” Gilbert shook his head. “Every time I consider it, just when I’m this close to ask you or Moody to set me up with someone you think would be a good fit for me, something just stops me. It’s like I’m stuck in one place, waiting around for a girl to pull me out of where I’m drowning.”

“I’m going to ask you something, and I want you to answer honestly,” When Gilbert gave his agreement, she continued. “What's stopping you? Is it that you’re secretely gay, or is it that you actually met someone, and you don’t want to tell us who she is?”

“I’m not gay, Winnie,” Gilbert rubbed his forehead. “I’m being honest, I feel like I’m on pause. I don’t know, maybe I met my soulmate and I fucked up so now the universe is forcing me to turn around and find my way back, or I could be losing my mind,” He joked. “It certainly feels like I am, lately.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing, it’s stupid,” He shrugged, signaling to the waiter so he could bring them the check. “I had this dream two times in a row, or more like I dreamt about this girl two times already…”

“So there is a girl!”

“No! Not really— She’s not… I think I’ve seen her before,” Gilbert frowned, struggling to remember something besides her striking red hair. “Maybe on tv? She might be a minor celebrity… I’m so sure I’ve seen her somewhere in real life, there’s no way I’m dreaming about her with such clarity…”

“Gilbert you’re not making any sense," Winnie raised a brow. “If I’m honest, it does sound like you’re losing your mind.”

Gilbert gave up on trying to explain, he didn’t know what he was trying to say anyway, so what was the point? He hung his head low and kept on rubbing the weariness out of his temples. He felt like crying but didn’t know why; the more he thought about this girl, the more the void got bigger and bigger, like having some kind of treasure handed to him only to watch it disappear just as quickly.

“How about,” Winnie started, “I’ll stop nagging about finding you a date until New Year’s Eve. It’s the Orchard’s anniversary, right?”

“Yeah, the fiftieth,” He said. “Why is it important?”

“I’d like you to have someone on your side by then, the anniversary's on January, I know, but your father would’ve wanted you to build a life outside school and work, if you let me find you a nice girl…”

Gilbert frowned, it wasn’t that easy, and it was low to bring up his father so casually when he was well aware that he hadn’t done the one thing his father had asked him before dying, which was to live a life full of love and adventures. He knew this, but he couldn’t stop now… could he?

Or was he stopping himself because he was, as Bash had kindly put it, crushing on a fantasy? Some sort of dream-mermaid lurking in the back of his mind, ready to eat him up and finish him when least expect it…

“I’ll think about it,” He mumbled awkwardly.

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