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islandofsages · 3 months

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Hey, I wanted to ask for the housewardens with a male!reader from their dorm that have the same name as the Seven's sidekicks (?).

Example : Cerberus for Idia, Diaval for Malleus, FlotSam for Azul, ect...

And people (*cough* Yuu *cough*) always compared the reader with the housewarden and always say things like : "oh yeah, the new Diaval and the new Maleficent.." *looking at Reader and Malleus talking about Briar Valley.*

characters: the housewardens x male reader

tags: platonic, fluff + crack, imagines + scenario format; yuu is there, mentions of ruggie and jack in leona's, mentions of the leech twins in azul's, mentions of jamil in kalim's, mentions of ortho in idia's, mentions of sebek in malleus'

warnings: nothing

author's notes: i tried to choose characters that aren't already inspirations for the characters in the game so some of them end up being from the second movie and stuff LOL sorry if this isnt what you want anon but honestly i did have a lot of fun writing this

Riddle Rosehearts — The King of Hearts

You’re not sure why and how but you’re dubbed as The King of Hearts of your dorm, alongside Riddle who is the Queen

Unsure of what to make of this, you ignore it and continue to devote yourself to the Queen just as any normal person would sorry this is kinda satire

Riddle is simply your friend. You cherish him a lot and you respect him and his beliefs. Even when he overblotted, your faith in him is unwavering

Speaking of the overblot, after the whole catastrophe, you’ve grown a lot closer with the other card soldiers, along with the magicless kid named Yuu and their pet (Grim was his name?)

They would greet you from time to time, stop by to have a chat when they’re free and check up on the dorm

One day, they made an offhand comment about you and Riddle

“You guys are paving the way for the new generation of the Queen of Hearts and the King of Hearts. Though, I guess the King of Hearts didn’t really do anything anyway.”

First of all, what the hell are you talking about?

Second of all, you’d say you contribute much to the dorm. For Yuu to assume such a thing for you simply because some “past King of Hearts” didn’t do so is ridiculous

You don’t voice these things out loud and shrug it off as them saying random things again, or making some kind of reference you don’t get

And because, third of all, you realize they broke rule 228: they definitely picked a rose in your garden. So you go to kick them out before Riddle could find out.

All in the day’s work for the King of Hearts.

Leona Kingscholar — Zira

You could say you and Leona are tight - maybe not Ruggie and Leona tight, but almost

And part of that can be attributed to the fact that you may or may not idolize Leona. But hey, it’s not strange. If Jack can do it, why can’t you? At least it’s not on Sebek’s level

Plus, you deserve to have some pride in yourself for being one of the only people Leona confidently calls a friend of his

Though, one person has been persistent about being Leona’s friend - Yuu, the person who just spawned out of nowhere apparently

You’d catch them talking to Leona sometimes and to be frank, there are times where Leona is less annoyed than usual at their presence

One day in particular, the three of you are hanging around Savanaclaw’s lounge, when Yuu drops a bombshell

“Ah yes, of course, you two are exactly like Scar and his creepily-devout follower, Zira.”

??? Yes, Zira is (a variation) of your name but you wouldn’t call yourself “creepily-devout”. Also, who even is Scar?

Leona’s ears twitch in annoyance, either because he doesn’t understand what Yuu means or that he’s put off by their phrasing

You sit in silence, deciding if this is a topic worth asking more about or not

Curiosity gets the best of you - you ask them. They basically dump all the information they could onto you

Yeah, you still don’t get it. But whoever this other Zira is, they’re kinda cool honestly.

Azul Ashengrotto — Morgan(a)

A lot of people consider you one of Azul’s henchmen alongside Jade and Floyd - God forbid working to the bone every day for the Mostro Lounge, right?

But you don’t take it as an insult. It’s no compliment to be so loyal to such a capitalistic bastard (said affectionately) but it’s just another part of your life

Plus. You’re friends with the dude. His cunning nature is what you’re here for

Maybe sometimes you feel a little inferior to him since everyone lauds him as some powerful mage but you tell yourself you don’t need such prestige

Though even outside of work, sometimes you see that Yuu person loiter around the Mostro Lounge in search of Azul (and the Leech siblings occasionally)

So you decide to sit down with them one day and have a nice little chat when-

“So you’re the Morgana dude right? You definitely give off the vibes. Let me guess: you have a love-hate relationship with your stronger, superior boss?”

You have to do a double take at what they just spouted - where are these assumptions coming from suddenly?

Also your name is Morgan.

They laugh and assure you it’s only a joke and a reference to a movie they like since Azul and you have an uncanny resemblance to the characters in that movie

Even still, you can’t help but feel confused… no way they just go up to people and reference things they enjoy right…?

You try to work on your vibes starting the very next day.

Kalim Al-Asim — Aladdin

You’re somewhat of an enabler for Kalim’s party animal and reckless tendencies which Jamil doesn’t really appreciate but also you don’t give a shit

Who can say no to free food and music? Well, a specific amount of people but you’re definitely not one of them

Kalim is friends with everyone; or rather, he considers everyone a friend and that considerately counts you too

But you two really are though - after the party’s died down, the two of you would chat late into the night about everything and anything. And it works because he’s such a good listener

At one of his many parties, the Yuu person who’s apparently from another world comes to party along with you

And so you eat and dance as one usually would under Kalim’s rule, learning bits of information about Yuu along the way

As per usual, the party dies down so you, Kalim and Yuu take the chance to relax and have a concrete conversation

At some point, Yuu comments on your name (and apparent namesake…?)

“Wait, so your name is Aladdin? Like the thief guy who fell in love with the Sultan’s daughter? Feels kinda weird since Kalim kinda reminds me of the Sultan himself…”

Well, yes, your name is Aladdin although you just tell people to call you Ali but everything else they just said is completely false

You all laugh it off because the mood is appropriate for an elaborate joke as such but the next day, when you think over the whole interaction, you have to wonder what was going on through their head at the time

You make a mental note to see if you’ll ever fall in love with a sultan’s daughter.

Vil Schoenheit — Raven

You’re a little intimidated by Vil but you have as much respect for him as anyone does

And somehow, you manage to gain his respect too, though you are a mere spudling…

You try not to let it get to your head (especially considering he has more respect for some other spuds than you) but it’s no easy feat to get a compliment from Vil Schoenheit himself

One person in particular has been getting a lot of attention from Vil lately, you’ve noticed

This Yuu person has been stopping by Pomefiore a lot lately, ever since the weird invasion at school where a bunch of robot people broke into the school grounds

You don’t question it because they’ve been interacting with Vil since the VDC but the thing is Yuu has been trying to get to know more of the dorm members

And one day, they get to you finally

They seem normal enough once you two sit down to chat in the lounge—

“Hm, so your name is Raven? I think I vaguely remember a raven being in Snow White…”

You have no idea what that means and before you could change the topic yourself, Yuu dismisses it; but then the next day, when you were thinking about the exchange again, you get curious as to what a Snow White is

So you start to scour the Internet for this “Snow White” and it manages to consume you for a few days until Yuu tells you that it’s just a movie from their world

You don’t talk to them for a few days.

Idia Shroud — Meg

You and the Shroud brothers are more like frenemies than anything - you three banter like old friends who know too much about each other

Other than Ortho, Idia does ask you for some favors a lot and you like joking that he’s drowning in debt when it comes to you

Sometimes he pays back by gaming with you, sometimes he pays with actual money. Good money at that. You don’t complain either way

One day you run another favor for him (which he promises more good money for) to send some stuff to Ramshackle

A person named Yuu and their only other dorm member Grim had sent stuff to Idia for repairing and maintenance - not that you care about the details. You’re just gonna get it over with

Once you reach their dorm, the first thing you’re met with are the two dorm members bickering over something. You chuckle; it reminds you of your conversations with Idia

You excuse yourself for interrupting and go to drop off their things on the table in the middle of the lounge

They stop bickering then and Yuu greets you momentarily before muttering something under their breath

“Of course the new Meg to the new Hades dropped off our stuff.”

You assume they don’t know that you heard what they said and quite frankly you don’t want to care much but you admit you’re a bit curious of what they mean

When you get back to Idia, you ask him to decipher that cryptic message

He admits he has no idea what they mean by that, simply tells you not to think about it and pays you with some good old cash - and some fun gaming time so you forget all about it later anyway.

Malleus Draconia — Diaval

You are one of Malleus’ loyal retainers - you were bestowed the honor of being his “wings” even whatever that means

But Malleus sees you as an equal almost. You are no servant and you have your own wings to tend to; it’s the stuff that would move Sebek to tears

You do see him as a friend mostly, even if at first you started doing so out of pity

But now you see him making more friends around campus and you can’t help but feel happy for and proud of him

There’s one friend who he seems to be around a lot - the magicless human named Yuu

It makes sense since he does enjoy taking walks around their dorm, even before they came to occupy it

One day, you three make the time to have tea together and simply talk. It’s all very pleasant when Yuu says-

“You know, don’t you think it’s weird how your name is Diaval and you’re serving someone who’s strangely reminiscent of Maleficent?”

Well, you don’t think it’s weird because you have no idea what they’re referencing and who Maleficent is - and Malleus seems to think the same, with the confused look on his face and all

Also as true as it is that you’re Malleus’ retainer, you don’t appreciate someone phrasing it as you “serving” him

Yuu apologizes for the comment and explains what they mean by it. You both still don’t get it but it’s enough to make you shrug it off

Sometimes Yuu would still make such comments, thinking you don’t hear it but knowing it’s not that deep, it doesn’t affect the three of you’s friendship whatsoever.

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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Crotch-Punching Distance

Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader

Summary: Jim, short for James, James short for Gabriel- or was it James, long for Jim and short for Gabriel? Is really getting on your nerves

CW/AN: this is just a bit of a crack fic request

Requests are OPEN

Gomens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick

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You are really fucking tired of Jim, Armageddon, Heaven, Hell and everything in between. Well, except for Zira and Crowley, of course. But you were tired of the sheer metric tonnage of bullshit that seems to follow them no matter where they go, what they do, or who they talk too.

Hell, even those they don’t talk to. For God's sake, Gabriel, or Jim, or James had just shown up at the bookshop doors one day unannounced. It was enough to drive a person to pack up and move half a continent away (or half a Universe away, if Crowley’s plan was to be taken into serious consideration) just to get some peace and quiet.

Anyway, it was safe to say that Jim was annoying the shit out of you today. Every day, yes, but today specifically. It may have been a good question to ask as to when Jim did not annoy the shit out of you. The answer to that question was ‘not very often.’ Wow, you think to yourself. It’s a good thing Aziraphale can’t read your mind. He’d be absolutely mortified at the amount of poor language and blasphemy filling up your mind this morning.

Speaking of your Angel… He and Crowley were doing their utmost to ignore Jim, short for James, James short for Gabriel. Or was it James, long for Jim and short for Gabriel? Whatever. Your two loves had left Jim/James/Gabriel to your mercy and were not entirely certain whether that was a good idea or not yet. Only time would tell.

Currently, Jim was standing before you and continuing on with his ridiculous project of arranging the books by alphabetical order of the first sentence of the first chapter. It was driving you mad, but Aziraphale had just told you to leave him be. He’d fix it up later.

“You know,” Jim says, stopping his work to turn to face you. He was looking at you with a glint in his eye that meant he had something that he thought just absolutely had to be said. “You are the smallest person I’ve ever seen!”

You blink once, twice, and then pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh.

“No, really-” he says enthusiastically. “Like… hmm, what are those things? Oh! Yes, like children! But bigger.”

You glare up at him. It was true you were on the rather small side, but that didn’t mean it needed to be pointed out like that.

"You know, Jim,” you reply, giving him a very tight smile. “You’re talking mad shit for someone in crotch-punching distance."

Jim cocks his head and blinks in confusion. “Crotch-punching distance? What’s that?”

Your smile grows tighter, if that’s possible and your fingers twitch, itching to just punch him.

“Would you like to find out, Gabe?”

Jim splits into a wide grin, echoing your question with an enthusiastic “oh, boy!”

You wouldn’t actually punch him. It’s not his fault he doesn’t remember what an arse he is. But it doesn’t stop you from fantasising about it either.

“Alright, love?” You hear a suave voice from over your shoulder. You sigh, and nod.

“Peachy, Crowley, but I’m tapping out. Your turn for Jimsitting.” You give Crowley a peck on the cheek and escape before he has the chance to protest. You can hear his spluttering from the other side of the shop.

“I’m going to make some tea, Zira, love. Would you like some?”

Aziraphale looks up from over his glasses and smiles warmly, the thought of tea appealing indeed.

“Oh, that would be wonderful, dear. Thank you.” He goes back to his papers, trying to decipher something terribly interesting, you imagine. You give Aziraphale a peck on the cheek too for good measure on your way past.

That Jim, though. He better watch it, because you did not take bullshit lying down, that was for sure.

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sleuth-draws · 3 months

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LOVESICK (part 4) - Close to You < prev | next >

Vitani has been acting strange.

Well, she always acts strange; that's kind of her thing sometimes. But stranger than usual.

Kiara has noticed that her friend can't quite keep eye contact anymore, often darting away quickly. When Kiara comes close to nuzzle her, groom her, even just to chat, she's been insistent on keeping more distance than usual, scooching away with an awkward and very unsubtle clearing her throat. On top of that, she's being leaving the den at night more and more to pace and grumble. Vitani might think she's being discrete but Kiara knows her enough to be able to tell when something's wrong. She's started to worry that her dear friend has started to lose sleep.

She's more than familiar with the old Vitani -- the quiet broody lioness who most times couldn't stand to stick around the pride, more out of habit than preference. She's reminded now of that Vitani.

There's no one she's enjoyed seeing come out of her shell more than Vitani. Except Kovu, of course. But she loves getting Vitani to crack that crooked smile of hers, getting her to loosen up and see that there's no immediate threat to look out for anymore. Kiara never bore witness to the atrocities Scar inflicted upon the Pridelands but she thinks witnessing how her new friends have been affected by Zira's tyrannical reign is the closest thing to it. The lack of food, the lack of support, the lack of love. She can't imagine what that's like.

Kiara does realize her privileged position; she's the Princess of the Pridelands for gods' sake. She knows she could never come close to knowing what it's like to suffer this greatly or to feel the after-effects of cruelty. But it's all she can do to check in on those who have.

So when her training lets out at the first sign of sunset, she spares Kovu a halfhearted nuzzle before going off in search of Vitani as she always does.

She's not at the watering hole, nor the fields, nor in the shady spot where they play-fought just a few days ago.

Hm. The Guard must have finished late today.

Kiara heads back to the Rock to visit the lair and approaches just in time to see Vitani exit with Imara at her side. The two are speaking with hushed tones and standing rather close. Vitani ducks her head in laughter and Imara nuzzles her side.

A pit forms in Kiara's gut. Huh. She must be hungrier than she thought. Yeah. That must be it.

Before she knows it, she's trotting towards them, calling, "Hey, Vitani!"

Her friend perks up instantly, those big ears of hers at attention. She looks hesitant but smiles at her nonetheless. Kiara grins as she makes her way over.

Imara nudges Vitani with her shoulder almost smugly, before bidding her goodbye and offering a respectful nod in Kiara's direction just as she comes face-to-face.

"Hi," Kiara breathes, only a little winded from her hurried journey over.

"Hi," Vitani breathes back, though she doesn't look tired at all.

Kiara tilts her head at her tall friend. "How was patrolling today?"

"Eh, it was fine. Imara just left to report to your old man. Had to chase off some mangy rogue who thought he could flirt with me and the Guard. Unfortunately, he was stubborn enough to let things get violent."

"Ugh, he sounds awful."

"Oh, he was," Vitani barks out an amused laugh, "But I knocked him flat and he ran away scared."

"Ha! You sure showed him," Kiara chuckles, finding herself circling around Vitani. She does things like this sometimes, stalking around Vitani as if hunting -- and at one point, Kovu as well -- and she doesn't quite know why. At this point, she's reasoned it's simply a natural habit. "How lucky we are to have you to protect us." She leans in to brush their sides together, nuzzling her cheek to Vitani's. "I missed you, y'know."

Vitani tenses but that's never been atypical. Touch has always been something her friend found hard to get used. "Oh, I, uh --" She clears her throat, thrown off her game. "I-I missed you too." She shakes her head. "But you just saw me yesterday, Princess!"

"I can still miss you!"

A snort. "Yeah, right."

Kiara is about to shoot a retort back when her nose starts to itch and a loud sneeze interrupts her, startling them both.

"Yeegh," Kiara exclaims, shaking her head and licking her nose, "Vitani!"

"What?"

"There's so much dust in your fur! No doubt from that fight. You seriously need a bath."

Vitani bristles. "Ugh, no way." She shakes herself out, ears flapping almost aggressively. "Look, I'm totally fi--" When she takes a step forward, her foreleg buckles and she stumbles, catching herself with the other foreleg.

"Vitani!" Immediately, Kiara is moving in to assist her.

"I'm fine, Kiara." Vitani grits. "It's just a sprain, nothin' I can't handle."

Kiara looks back towards the fields. Her mother won't be back with food a little while. "Come follow me."

"But --"

"Don't argue with me. Come on." Kiara headbutts Vitani's shoulder and though Vitani grumbles the whole way, they walk up Pride Rock together. There, several lionesses are resting out at the entrance of the den, grooming themselves and each other and sunbathing while they still have a sun to bathe in.

There's a round of greetings when the pair ascend, including Tiifu, Zuri and, surprisingly, Kasi, who are dozing in a pile together. Vitani stares as they pass; Kasi looks away in slight embarrassment.

They find a spot somewhere nearby, still warm from the sun, and Kiara gives a look that makes Vitani sigh loudly and plop down. Kiara settles in beside her.

"Hmph, good. Now..." Kiara leans in and starts grooming the fur on Vitani's neck; immediately Vitani jerks away. "Oh, come on, Vitani."

"I-I-I really think I can do this myself!" Vitani stutters.

"Don't be ridiculous," Kiara huffs. "You couldn't reach that neck of yours if you tried!" She leans in again and when Vitani dodges once more, she reaches with both paws to ensnare her head and hold it securely to her. Vitani struggles but doesn't go so far as to kick at her with her hind legs -- a great sign. "Ha. Good girl."

Vitani goes ramrod straight. Kiara pays her no mind and starts to groom the tuft on her head. Slowly, her friend starts to relax, though she maintains the tension in her shoulders, claws digging into the dirt. Eventually, that too leaves her, pressure rolling off her shoulders till even her claws, trained to be out at all times in attack position, start to sheathe themselves. She breathes a sigh and closes her eyes.

Delight fills Kiara's chest. There's something precious about this. Being able to just lie here in peace with someone once considered her enemy and relax together. To see her realize there's nothing to fear, at long last. Vitani has been scared for so long. She might not like to admit, but Kiara knows. Kovu has told her the hardships they all had to face at Zira's paws, Vitani in particular. He'd been blind to it, at first, giving in to Zira's hate-filled rhetoric and training. But the months after the war had allowed the siblings to open up to one another, where they'd previously been emotionally standoffish.

Vitani was the one keeping their family together. Her closeness to their older brother as both of Zira's neglected children and her admittedly enforced love for Kovu was bridged by her need to do right by her mother. She amplified the admiration for her younger brother among the Outsiders, she kept her older brother in line, and, greatest of all, she was the perfect soldier. Savage and wild and bloodthirsty, eager to fight and, lucky for Zira, eager to please. Because, however small, that was the closest she would get to actual love from Zira.

A transactional, militaristic relationship.

And when at last she defied her mother, she was quickly cast aside.

Where Vitani had loved Kovu superficially, as taught by Zira, there was also the real love of being the only sibling who truly cared for him. They're twins, after all, as easy it is to forget, uniquely linked. That love was smaller, unfostered, buried away, but it was there. Her betraying Zira was what made Kovu realize there was more that needed to be talked about. How could they leave things the way they were? After they'd lost their only mother and Nuka, after not even knowing their supposedly shared father, how could they go on not truly knowing one another?

The months of healing did them well. While Vitani had been reclusive at first, there were times where she was seen with Kovu and she looked truly happy. Now, they're closer than they'd ever been, and Kovu happily recounts their visits together to Kiara.

It makes Kiara wonder: does Vitani fear being cast out again? Is that why she's been so aloof? Is she afraid that the peace is delicate, that it'll all fall apart one day and her value will be reduced to nothing once again?

Kiara will do anything to keep her from feeling that way.

An easy rumble in Vitani's throat draws her from her thoughts. She's nearly clean now, her usually unruly tuft smoothed into a funny-looking cowlick, but Kiara is reluctant to let her go.

"Something's been bugging you lately, hasn't it?"

Vitani's eyes open and, regrettably, a small amount of tension comes back to her. She's quiet for a long time, as if calculating her response.

"It's nothing you gotta worry about, Princess. I'll be fine."

Perfectly calculated, in fact. Something that says she shouldn't press or pry, even jokingly. Something Vitani wants to sort out herself. And as much as Kiara wants to help with this, to get her sleep and ease again, she has to respect it.

"Okay," Kiara settles on, "But if you want to talk, or need help in any way, you know I'm here for you, right? I always will be."

Vitani tilts her head and looks earnestly at her. Her violet eyes are soft, softer than she's ever seen them. A thumping erupts in Kiara's chest.

"Yeah. I know, Ki."

"I-I really care about you," Kiara finds herself blurting, "You're my best friend."

"What? But I thought Tiifu and Zuri were your best friends," Vitani says, surprised, "Or, Kovu? I can never keep track."

"No -- I mean, well, yes, they are -- but I can have multiple!" Kiara sputters, suddenly nervous and not knowing why. "The point is, I...I feel so close to you. I couldn't stand it if you were hurting a-and there was something I could do to help you."

The whole exchange gives Vitani pause and she's quiet for a long moment.

Then, miraculously, terrifically, magnificently, Vitani allows herself to nuzzle the side of her face into Kiara's chest.

"You're my best friend too, Kiara." Vitani smiles that lovely, crooked smile. "I...really care about you too."

It feels as though a storm cracks through her.

She's shaken, almost vibrating in her pelt. Her fur is warm, her mouth is dry -- what is this? She prays -- oh gods, she prays -- that Vitani can't hear her thunderous heartbeat. It would be awful of her to ruin this moment.

But what is it that's afflicted her?

And where did the air in her lungs go?

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nightgoodomens · 2 months

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Actually canonically was said it's a blank space on purpose for us to fill, their labels and sex life, and Neil always said they could be ace as well so however you want to see it is valid.

But I think it's heavily implied whether they're ace or not that they don't have any experience. Like you said they don't understand humans that well, they're a completely different species. Enjoying the drinks and food and books and movies is one thing but sex a very different thing, especially since they don't have a need for it much like they don't need air or food etc. If at all I think Crowley might have some experience on...um. his own 😂, nobody else involved but that very cosy king size bed and trouble falling asleep for one of his naps and a general level of curiosity but that's it lol and Zira seems canonically absolutely oblivious if we think about Neil saying they had that plotline in mind where Zira is watching porn and wondering about what was happening and where the plot went 😄

It’s kind of the whole charm of them with how confused they are about humans and what we do 😂 six thousand years and they just “the fuck” which I relate to sometimes 😂

Yeah to me if there is any suggestion then the suggestion is “nahhh”. Especially with NGs latest take that I mentioned. And oh lord the porn thing lmaoooo.

I can imagine Aziraphale watching porn and just going full critic on it. “This is the worst movie I have ever seen, Crowley, you have terrible taste” and Crowley in the background stopping himself from laughing crying just at Aziraphale’s face pure of full disbelief and disgust which Crowley knew would entertain him for like a month after hence he put it on.

“He did not even bring her flowers, Crowley. Or chocolates.”

I can see Crowley knowing stuff because he is curious but actually doing it with humans nah. Bit of a wank though sure 🤣

“Crowley, do you think that girl is okay.”

“What girl?”

“From that video.”

“What video?”

“*whispers* The porn.”

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sarcasticorgasms · 9 months

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call me crazy but i REALLY enjoyed the ending of good omens s2! (spoilers below the cut)

OKAY crowley points this out when he tells gabriel to jump out the window, but aziraphale didnt actually witness heaven's direct cruelty to him, didnt experience first hand how willing they were to throw him away and kill him the second he disagreed with them. crowley, however, did. we dont know if they ever told each other exactly what happened, or if crowley ever told zira that gabriel had said "just shut your stupid mouth and die already." it clearly lasted with crowley, he remembers the exact words.

the choice neil made for aziraphale to not yet fully understand that "good guys" and "bad guys" arent accurate depictions of heaven and hell makes sense when you realize that he's never received the reality of being punished by them. crowley isn't naive though, he's been through this more than once, has witnessed the cult like mentality of heaven and hell and tried to help aziraphale escape. he's always tried to help zira come to his own conclusions, and usually, he at least comes to an understanding (poor people DO have less opportunities, and you're helping science!). you can feel his desperation when hes asking his angel to leave with him, both in season 1 and season 2. but that resignation in his eyes when he realizes that zira is still stuck in the cult of heaven, still cant really see in shades of grey- he knows that nothing he says or does will change zira's mind; the only thing that will change his mind is seeing first hand the cruelty and lack of compassion from heaven towards aziraphale himself.

there were so many amazing moments where they showed the lack of knowledge from heaven. the rule that they're not to visit earth, not to know too much (or anything, it seems) about humans. because someone in heaven knows that access to knowledge makes you smarter, makes you curious, makes you ask questions. whether or not thats the decision of god, or of metatron remains to be seen. but one person being in charge, who's clearly clueless but pretends to know what god wants, is classic cult leader shit. people who follow along without question, who assume that their will is good- that's what the angels are. its hard to truly hate them when you realize that they're all under the same thumb. that scene when uriel asks the metatron if they've done something wrong was kind of heart breaking, they're just children playing a game they were never told all the rules to.

what makes crowley so fascinating as a character is that he's curious, he asks questions. he's not good, he's not bad, he's just... himself. honestly, he's more human than demon in his choices. what he said about following hell as far as he can, so he can stay on his own side is just perfect- and yeah, lonely. and i cant even imagine how lonely he feels now. im obsessed with how we're shown his attempts at changing aziraphale's mind - something about him being the one to encourage aziraphale to try human food, something about him inviting aziraphale to Edinburgh to show him how poverty forces you to make morally questionable choices, that not everything is black and white - idk. it's subtle, it's allowing him to come to the same conclusion on his own, it makes me want to shovel aquarium gravel into my mouth

aziraphale, when he's away from heaven's influence, is much more morally grey, he's more himself, he's happier. but as soon as his superiors are around, he loses all sense of self. he automatically assumed he was going to fall for lying to the other angels and not killing innocent children. he knows better than to ask questions, he KNOWS that what he's asked to do is sometimes wrong, but he has this cognitive dissonance he cant get past- heaven asks him to do things that are bad, but heaven isnt bad. heaven is always good, so what theyre asking must not be bad. but, killing children is pretty objectively bad. he cant kill children. but its god's will, so he has to, it must be good. but its not. and round and round it goes. he's never actually been punished by heaven firsthand, and i think once he sees close up that heaven's will isn't necessarily god's will, and that god's will is not always benevolent, he'll realize. he'll realize that you cant always change things from the inside, that there's a systematic issue that can only be solved by dismantling the institution. god i hope season 3 is dismantling heaven.

all in all i love this ending i am SUCH a sucker for escaping cult stories (nimona and she-ra, nd stevenson i love u). like your whole life you are so sure that you're doing the right thing, and then someone comes along and turns everything upside down and asks you questions, forces you to ask questions, and you can't help but defend where you came from, surely there has to be some mistake, if you could just talk to someone higher up you're sure you could clear this whole misunderstanding up, and then that higher up tell you point blank that they know what theyre doing, they know that innocent people are getting hurt. you witness their violence firsthand, and its intentional, its directed towards YOU. because you dared to ask if what we're doing is really the right thing. and that's when you finally understand.

#gomens #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens #meta analysis #good omens s2 spoilers

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stargazer-sims · 5 months

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Doctor Max

Félix: Max! We were starting to wonder where you were.

Maxan: You know how it is at the hospital. Everyone always needs one more thing. But don’t worry. Nobody’s expecting me back there tonight or tomorrow.

Félix: That’s good. I think you’re going to have your hands full here anyway.

Maxan: So I gathered. How’s Kaji doing?

Félix: He’s doing as well as you could expect. He’s resting right now. He and Xaela are in the kiddie pool.

Maxan: I won’t disturb them, then. This’ll give me a chance to change out of my work clothes and help myself to some tea.

Félix: Go for It. Xaela told me to tell you to make yourself at home.

Maxan: I always do.

Félix: That’s one of the things I like about you. Nobody could ever accuse you of being shy or reserved.

Maxan: Life’s too short for that. I’d much rather take full advantage of all my opportunities.

Félix: A philosophy I can agree with.

Maxan: So, how are we feeling about having our first grandchild?

Félix: I’m looking forward to it, although I have to say I find it kind of ironic that we’re referring to her as our grandchild when neither of us are actually related to Kaji.

Maxan: DNA isn’t everything, you know. If anyone were to ask me, I’d say you’re just as much Kaji’s parent as Kiri is. Perhaps even more so, in some respects.

Félix: I do feel like Davian and I raised him, even though he was practically an adult when he came to us.

Maxan: An adult biologically, but from my point of view, you did raise him. So, technically, Esri is your grandchild.

Felix: I’m excited to meet her, but I’m not sure I’m okay with being Grandpa at forty, honestly.

Maxan: No less dubious than I am about being a grandfather at forty-nine, I expect, especially since Kiri and I aren’t done being parents yet.

Félix: Right. Your little ones are younger than Belle.

Maxan: And our youngest will be younger than Esri. How’s that for irony?

Félix: Oh! Is Kiri pregnant again? I had no idea.

Maxan: No, Kiri’s not pregnant this time.

Félix: Wait... you're pregnant?

Maxan: Can't let Kiri have all the fun, can I?

Félix: I'm not sure 'fun' is how I'd describe it.

Maxan: It's scientifically fascinating. I'm enjoying the experience so far.

Félix: Get back to me on that when you're in labour. Not that I personally know about it, obviously, but poor little Kaji is already suffering, and I don’t think he’s even close to the end yet. It’s safe to say he’s not enjoying it.

Maxan: I probably won’t find it pleasant, but pleasure and enjoyment aren’t the same thing, you know. I’m sure I’ll find labour as scientifically fascinating as the rest of the experience.

Félix: Have you ever heard the phrase ‘famous last words’?

Maxan: Once or twice, yes, but I’m not worried. Kiri and Zira have already been doing plenty of that on my behalf since we found out.

Félix: If you don’t mind me asking, when did you find out?

Maxan: We’ve known for a while. Kiri and me, I mean, and Zira of course, but we haven’t told anyone else. I’m about sixteen weeks.

Félix: Really?

Maxan: At my size, it’s been easy to keep it a secret. Kiri would certainly be showing by this stage, but I started with a belly, so our latest addition has had good camouflage.

Félix: Any particular reason you’ve been keeping it quiet?

Maxan: If I’m being truthful, this baby was a bit of an accident. We… consumed too many intoxicating plants, and one thing led to another…

Félix: No need to elaborate. I totally get that.

Maxan: Yes, I’m sure you do. I’ve heard you and Davian on the roof.

Félix: We’re not the only ones making noise on our roof, neighbour. Dav and I have heard some things too.

Maxan: Yes, well… this did not occur on the roof, and I discovered exactly how agile my mate can be when he’s feeling strong and healthy. It was quite… enlightening.

Félix: *amused* I can imagine.

Maxan: In any case, I was shocked when I realized what happened. We wanted more children, but we also wanted to plan for them. At my age, it’s still perfectly possible for our kind to have children, but just like Terrans, our risks increase the older we get. We wanted to wait until we were past the most delicate stage before we told anyone.

Félix: That’s understandable. And now you’re past that part?

Maxan: Yes.

Félix: And everything’s going well?

Maxan: So far, so good, as the Earth people say.

#ts4 #sims 4 #Félix Blanchet #maxa’naraji #life on earth #stargazersims

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kaythefloppa · 4 months

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I fucks with the headcanon that Vitani is Scar’s daughter - For a lot of reasons (similar reasons as to why I see Zira as Scar’s mate, and Nuka as their son, even though I’m aware that there is on-screen evidence against that idea) but the one I love the most is that Simba’s parents —Mufasa and Sarabi— would be Vitani’s uncle and aunt and frankly, that’s a dynamic I rarely ever see in most fan works that portray her as Scar’s daughter.

Like, could you imagine Sarabi being a mental counselor to her adult niece, giving her life lessons, or maybe telling her truths about Scar himself that she and her brothers were sheltered from for years on end? I know a lot of people see Nala filling in for the mother figure after Zira is killed but Sarabi would also fits that spot (hate hate hate how the writers of Simba’s Pride excluded her from the script on the basis of “she had nothing to do” bitch be so fucken fr)

Or let’s say Mufasa, since if we acknowledge The Lion Guard’s canon, Vitani has the Roar of the Elders (which would ironically be a position that her father had which she’d be gaining, again, why I’m very attached to the idea), she could talk to the Lions of the Past, including Mufasa, and once again, she could learn truths about Scar that Zira had kept from him. It’s never even established whether or not the Outsiders even know that Scar offed his brother, which opens up another can of worms, like, what was he like before the tragedy, how much of Zira’s story of Scar was actually true? What was the truth behind him losing the Roar? Also, Uncle Mufasa; just saying that phrase is a serotonin boost. But if he could offer wisdom to his grieving son, his maturing grandson, and help manufacture a loving relationship between his granddaughter and his brother’s hand-picked successor, I see no reason why he wouldn’t be there for his estranged niece’s re-integration into her family.

This is all headcanon material/speculation, but in a scenario where Vitani is related to Scar, I would see a good element of her post-TLK/TLG story being a positive inverse of Simba’s — Simba’s uncle being the cause of his trauma, and Vitani’s uncle and aunt helping her overcome it.

chef’s kiss.

#The lion king #the lion guard #the lion king ii: simba's pride #the lion king 2 simba's pride #the lion king 2 vitani #the lion king vitani #vitani #The lion king scar #scar and zira #zira the lion king #the lion king zira #zira #The lion king mufasa #The lion king sarabi #There’s also how Vitani and Simba would be first cousins which again has merit #And how Vitani is also a distant relative of the first Lion Guard leader like Kion #I usually don’t like hyper focusing on family trees in TLK fandom but whenever I do it leads to lovely little big brain moments for me #Mufasa and Sarabi would basically fit the parental role that neither Scar nor Zira could fill in (I mean look at them lol)#And Vitani would be the daughter they never had which would mend the wound of being separated from their only child #Fuck! Now I’m gonna have to write a fic about this aren’t I?#Sh*t

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lady-wren-of-tella · 10 months

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flashback scene: zira

@miirohs here you go babe!

Zira gasps, eyes wide with awe as she watches the silver butterfly in front of her flutter around just like the live instinct. She giggles when it lands on her nose, going as still as she can to not scare it away.

Her father laughs, the sound hearty and deep. “You’re not going to scare it off, Princess. Don’t worry.”

Not wanting to speak, Zira just blinks, going cross-eyed as she watches the delicate, silver bug open and close its wings with languid grace. Sunlight catches on the etched surface of the wing, nearly blinding her. She screws her eyes shut tightly, whimpering.

Zira feels the butterfly’s little legs leave her nose and she reaches up to rub at her eyes.

“It’s on your head,” Arrio Sevaan tells her, smiling when his daughter’s face lights up.

“Can you make more, Dada?” Zira asks softly, holding a hand up to her head and giggling again when the butterfly’s legs tickle her palm. She brings her hand down, watching the little thing crawl around on her skin. “Or teach me,” she demands, looking up at him. “I want to make pretty butterflies too.”

Arrio nods, gesturing for his daughter to sit down on the grass too. He takes out two sheets of steel from the open box next to him, setting down one in front of her and the other in front of himself. “You remember how to cut metal, right?”

Zira nods proudly. “You draw lines!” She drops the little butterfly onto her lap. “Mama got mad when I showed her,” she says sadly.

“You did break the knife at the dinner table,” the king of Imani reasons. “If you showed her on a practice sheet, she wouldn’t have been mad.”

“I fixed the knife for her, though. She said I was doing really well.” Zira smiles brightly.

Arrio matches her expression. “You are! Since you’re so good at cutting, this step should be easy. Watch closely, though, just in case.” When his daughter nods and leans in slightly to watch, he starts. “Imagine what you want your butterfly wings to look like, and cut them out of the metal sheet,” he says, dragging a finger over the metal sheet and cutting out the shape of a monarch’s wing in perfect detail. He does it again and sets the pieces to the side. “You try.”

“Okay,” Zira says distantly, eyes closing briefly as she imagines a butterfly’s wing. Her tongue pokes out from between her lips as she concentrates, cutting out two less detailed wings before setting them to the side too. “They’re not as pretty, but I’ll learn that later. What’s next?”

“Make the body and the legs,” Arrio answers. He rips off a piece of the metal sheet, rolling it into a ball first before gently stretching it to make the thorax and abdomen of the butterfly and setting it beside the wings.

Zira does the same confidently, deftly manipulating the silver. She holds up the little body. “Done!”

“Okay then, Zira,” Arrio grins. “Do you want to make the legs and antennae or go straight to making it fly?”

“The legs and antennae can’t be too complicated, right?” Zira asks, only a bit nervous.

Thankfully, Arrio shakes his head. “It’s just making little ribbons of metal and attaching them with everything else. Try figuring it out on your own. Look at the one I made if you need the example.”

Zira shakes her head in disappointment. “I know how to make the strings, Dada. You taught me ages ago!”

Her father laughs again, as he watches her make eight little strings from her sheet of silver. “Okay, okay. Just wanted to make sure. I know you’ve got it.”

Carefully, Zira arranges all the pieces of the butterfly. “Can I put them together now?”

“Go ahead, Princess.”

First, she puts the wings on the body, brows furrowing with concentration as she wills the metal to fuse without brushing the seams smooth. “I’ve been practicing connecting things without touching, see?” She smiles when her father hums in acknowledgement, moving on to attach the six legs and two antennae. “Done!” she announces proudly, holding her creation carefully in her cupped palms.

“Lady Temeritas has been teaching you consciousness divides, right?” Arrio asks, making his own butterfly – completely mentally, to Zira’s awe – to demonstrate the next step with.

Once again, Zira nods proudly. “I completed level one already!”

“And you’re only seven!”

“Lady Tee says that’s very impressive,” Zira boasts, puffing out her chest with confidence as she smiles wide, white teeth sparkling in the morning light.

The king chuckles. “It is, Zira. It’s very impressive. You’ll be able to do this next part with no problem then.” Arrio’s butterfly flutters its wings a few times before taking off, making a few circles around Zira’s head before returning to land in front of him.

Zira is quiet for a few seconds, thinking through everything she observed. “So I have to make everything move separately. Well, the wings can move together, I think.”

“Exactly. You’ve got it,” her father assures. “Take your time.”

The young princess blinks as she focuses on the butterfly in her palms. She puts her ferrokinetic energy towards the wings first, making them open and close over and over. Using the techniques Lady Temeritas taught her, she keeps the wings moving while making the legs bend and extend. Zira keeps both the legs and the wings moving and then focuses on the antennae, making them curl up and unfurl.

“I’m doing it!” she dares to whisper, quietly triumphant.

“You are!” Arrio cheers softly, trying to make sure he doesn’t ruin her concentration, but makes his original butterfly, the one in Zira’s lap, return to him. “Try making it fly,” he urges.

With a little furrow of her brows, Zira makes the wings flutter faster and faster until the butterfly starts to hover off of the ground. With a little push from the legs, her dainty, silver creation takes off.

Zira whoops with joy as she sends it higher and higher, standing up and chasing it around the palace gardens. “I did it!” she shouts over her shoulder at her father. “I did it!” She makes the butterfly go farther, sprinting after it.

“Go show your sister!” Arrio calls to her. “She was with your mother in the gazebo by the roses, last I saw her.”

Zira runs faster, bringing her butterfly down to her height as the gazebo comes into view. “Foxy!” she shouts when she spots her sister. “Foxy, look! Dada taught me how to make a butterfly!” she runs all the way into the gazebo, skidding to a stop right in front of her sister. “Look!”

Foxglove watches as Zira makes her creation fly around the gazebo before making a few swift circles around their mother’s head.

“Zira,” Queen Kamara admonishes with a sigh. “Your sister and I were working on something important.”

“But she made a butterfly like Dad does!” Foxglove protests.

Zira beams. “Mama, watch this!”

The butterfly flies over to land gently on her mother’s nose before flying back and dropping into Zira’s waiting hands.

“It gave you a kiss,” Foxglove laughs.

Kamara smiles. “It did. Wonderful job, baby,” she says to Zira, beckoning her youngest daughter into a brief hug. “You’ve been learning so much so quickly.”

Arrio joins them in the gazebo, putting an arm around his wife and squeezing her in a one-armed hug. He reaches down to ruffle Zira’s hair. “My powerful, little, metalwielder,” he says proudly, both of his butterflies landing on his shoulder.

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THE END!! You guys will see how the rest goes when i finish the chapter (which will hopefully be soon)

#lady wren:: writing #writing #my writing #writing wip #wren is writing #creative writing

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do-angels-dream-of-starry-seas · 7 months

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With the good omens 2 content, an old lucifer/good omens crossover daydream is reeling its head again after years

But now it's so. Much. Better. Because now I picture Aziraphale coming down to Earth to try to talk to Crowley again, and Muriel finds a weird book. Beez and Gabriel are there for some reason, and Maggie and Nina are there to try to get Crowley and Zira to talk to each other.

Book starts doing weird shit, and everyone gets sucked up. When they wake up, it's to Chloe and Trixie coming into Lucifer's penthouse and finding all these people on the floor.

Very loose plot, more Lucifer style mystery-of-the-week, but it's basically the go gang trying to navigate this world (the angels and demons don't have their powers, and they're slowly becoming more human the longer they stay).

Can you imagine the hijinks though? Maze becoming besties with Beez? Amenediel and Aziraphale team-up? Lucifer trying to fix ineffable husbands (and making so many incest jokes at first cause the demons are all fallen angels in go universe)

#good omens #let.me.dream.with.goodomens #lucifer tv #let.me.dream.with.lucifer

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prince-of-pleasures · 5 months

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Rose looked down to Zira and smiled at his reply. "That was...amazing...you're amazing." Her hands gripped his thighs as her belly shifted up and down with each labored breath she took.

"Fuck, Zira...Im so full..." She all but moaned. One hand went to her belly rubbing soft circles about the sloshing mass.

She looked back to Zira's stomach. "Did you grow too? You said...a centaur right?" She tried to shift so that she could rub his belly too but his cock had her speared into place.

She moaned as her walks continued to milk his knot.

She continued to stroke her belly slowly, softly, lovingly. "I can wait to birth them. To meet them. Will they have your horns? My hair? What about your beautiful eyes or my nose?"

He chuckled and rested a hand over hers.

"They'll be beautiful, however they look. And yes, the demon who impregnated me was half horse, so I imagine it'll come out as some sort of centaur. Birthing is going to be... interesting. I've never had to deal with so many legs before."

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her belly.

"And yours... yours will be big. I know you'll be okay, though. I'll keep you envenomed so your body is nice and flexible, and I'll help guide the baby out. You'll look so gorgeous giving birth."

#zira talks #rose anon

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evilsausageflavouredpretzel · 5 years

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AU where Aziraphale-as-Crowley gets kidnapped and has the trial and everything but then for whatever reason they can’t get the holy water for another day or two so they’re like “ok we’re just gonna torture you till we get it” and Zira just lets them and stays strong to keep Crowley safe and oh no I made myself sad now...

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themultiverseheroines · 3 years

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What happens when Disney characters watch their own movies:

“Okay, so maybe some mistakes were made when how I dealt with my feelings about Wendy and the whole Hook thing. At least things are okay between us.”

“I’m glad for that too, but wow that first film did not age well involving the...Indians.”

“Oh yeah...not a very good moment at all.”

“Ah yes, the very offensive Indians. How unfortunate. Still, at least I went out with more dignity than that pirate clown. Although, I am surprised that they could make something powerful enough to harm me. It seems I may need to keep a closer eye on those little insects.”

“At least, I looked a lot better in the remake and didn’t end up like those dumb little fools.”

“I know my mom was in a bad place and why she wanted to be with my dad...but seriously, at least with Morgana her lair didn’t look evil and she didn’t come off as such a villain. Ursula though, come on. Clearly evil and clearly was up to no good. Plus, I’m a kid, so I got an excuse.”

“Watch it, young lady. I’ll have you know I was young too and what I went through made it difficult for me to make proper decisions.”

“Like not going up to the surface and reveal yourself to dad, instead of making a deal with the crazy sea witch?”

“....yes well...your grounded...”

“Well, I know I don’t regret my decision of taking my father’s place to save his life. Although, I will say that I did regret not asking Beast to bring my father to the castle. If I did, then no one would have died.”

“Gaston is a jerk, but the way he died...no one should have to go through like that. I’m just glad they never went with the alternate version.”

“Falling to your death, that is terrible, but I think what Jafar went through was probably worse since it was clear he was going through a lot of pain while dying. Still, I don’t regret it. That slimy snake deserved it for what he did and almost did.”

“Although, I wish I had thought of asking Aladdin to let me borrow the lamp. I could have used those three wishes to help my people.”

“I wouldn’t mind wishing to have gone back in time to warn my mother about Scar and Mufasa. Would have saved us a lot of problems if we had known and stop him from going through with killing the king.”

“I wouldn’t mind if I had the chance to meet grandpa. Although, if I had a wish, I would have wished for Kovu to not have been raised by Zira. Still, at least things turned out well in the end for everyone. Except well Zira and Kovu’s brother.”

“If I had a wish it would have been to avoid losing our homeland. I am happy to watch my film again, but with how things turned out for my people...it wasn’t really a happy ending. It wasn’t even accurate, especially with what I went through in real life.”

“Hopefully my remake will be better.”

“Well, hopefully it will be better than mine. Can’t imagine how they can take something dark into a good kid-friendly live-action film.”

“We should keep up hope. Maybe they’ll find a way to make them good and fun.”

“Yeah, don’t get your hopes up too high.”

“Mushu still isn’t happy that he didn’t get to appear in the live-action film they did of me and wasn’t happy with the actress who played me and who she defended.”

#disney #disney princesses #muses #disney films #films #the little mermaid #mulan #pocahontas #beauty and the beast #the hunchback of notre dame #atlantis the lost empire #the lion king #aladdin #sleepy beauty #peter pan #Tinker Bell #Tinkerbell #what if

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years

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How about a little Campbell + Aziraphale thing, where Zira does a bit of angeling and helps him out? 🤔

Yes! :D

There is such a lack of content of these two meeting, I've already read all I can on ao3 of them, not much there. :P

On with the fic!

Now, Campbell was aware he came off as someone who didn't seem to notice the world around him, of being so caught up in his own thoughts and words that he didn't hear or see other people. But that's not true, even when he was going off with his ramblings or was hyper focused on something, he was still somewhat aware of things around him.

Such as right now, while he sat in the recording studio of the hospital, looking through the collection for his next set tomorrow, he noticed someone he had never seen before.

A new doctor? Orderly? Patient? A visitor?

The man didn't seem to be any of those, except the last one, at the very least. Still, it was odd to Campbell that people passed by the man and didn't seem to notice him at all, and that seemed very hard to do.

Even though the windows of the studio, Campbell could see the man was dressed oddly, and that was saying something from a guy wearing torn jeans, socks that clearly didn't match, and a sweater that was way too big for him. He looked like he came from some Victorian novel, or movie, with very light blond hair, and a face that reminded Campbell of a kindly librarian or someone who knew how to perfectly make cakes.

Hell, he looked like a grandma, kinda.

But the first thing to pop into Campbell's head when he put all of this together was this man had to be a ghost. Now that, that was very interesting!

He slipped from his seat and stepped out of the studio, peeking around the corner at the stranger. Yep, from head to toe, this man stood out like a sore thumb, yet not a single person who passed by seemed to notice him at all.

Except Campbell.

"Do ya need somethin'?" He asked, making the man jump and look very startled, then shocked when he made contact with Campbell. This made the DJ-in-training grin widen. "Heh, sorry, tend to do that."

"Y-you can see me?" The man asked, still clearly alarmed.

"Course I can see you! I'd have'ta be blind not to! Not when you're strutting around the joint dressed like you should be from a period piece they watch over in the common room!"

The man patted himself down, clearly confused. "How strange, this hasn't happened in quite some time... how on earth are you able to see me?"

"I dunno, did they change my pills when I wasn't paying attention? Cause either I'm imagining things, or you've gotta be a ghost if no one else is seein' ya."

"Well, it's, uh, it's neither of those things. Is there somewhere we can speak without anyone listening in on your side? Considering that to everyone else, you'd just being talking to the air."

Campbell laughed at this. "You daft? You're in a loony bin! That's normal behavior here! Well, not for me, at least I don't think it is. Come into my studio! Pop a squat, let's chat, Mr. Not-Ghost!"

"Actually, it's Aziraphale, and you are?" The man, Aziraphale, said as he followed Campbell into the studio.

"Campbell Bain!" The kid grinned. "Also known as the bane of your life!" He closed the door and sat back down in his chair, Aziraphale sitting in the one Eddie usually sits in. "So, whatcha doing around St. Jude's?"

"I'm, well, I'm here to perform a miracle. Though I'm not really sure what the mission is actually about." Aziraphale sighed, toying with a ring on his pinkie. "I was just told to come up here to Glasgow and to come to the hospital to perform a miracle, but no other details, not even sure what it's meant for or for who, if that's the case."

Campbell looked at him, then laughed. "You're a loony too, aren't you?"

"I am not." Aziraphale replied, looking confused. "Though if you ask my fellow an- coworkers, they'd see me as such, I'm sure. Never was one for following what they did and all that, quite troublesome in the long run, but I like my life as it is, thank you very much."

"Amen to that, Aziraphale!" Campbell chuckled and spun in his seat. "So, what's this mission about? You can tell me, pretty sure no one would believe me if I told 'em I'm talkin' to a guy who no one else can see but me!"

Aziraphale looked nervously around before nodding. "Campbell, dear, do you believe in angels?"

"Course I do! I believe in a lotta things! Aliens, sea monsters, pretty damn sure there really is a Bigfoot out there! Angels sound pretty par for the course, yeah? Same with demons. I mean, half the people in this building are here for seein' 'em!"

Aziraphale just gave him a weary smile. "Well, I myself am an angel."

"Prove it." Was the first thing blurted out of Campbell's mouth. Aziraphale raised an eyebrow then pulled his hand down with a snap, and Campbell realized that all the equipment came to life, yet the power switch was still in the off position.

The sounds of Paul McCartney were playing gently from the record player next to them, yet only in the room, not out in the halls.

Aziraphale sat there, leaning back in his seat, hands folded in his lap. Campbell then noticed a hot cup of tea set before him, along with one now in front of himself. The DJ-in-training eyed it carefully before picking it up, giving a sniff, then a sip.

"Holy shit." He said in pure awe and Aziraphale nodded with a smug smile. "That's so bloody amazin'! How the hell-!? Oh, yeah, angel! You're an angel! So, does that mean demons are real? Do ya got wings? Why are you here on Earth? And why do you sound like you're from London?"

"Demons are real, dear, in fact, you sort of look like one I know. I bet he'd have a good laugh about this if he met you. I do have wings, but it would be wise not to open them in here, it's so clean and organized, would be sad if I broke something. I'm here to protect Earth, have been for a very, very long time. And I live in London! I'm just here for a mission."

"Oh, yeah, mission, hmm..." Campbell sipped the tea again, thinking. "Do you gotta bless this place?"

"That's what I'm suspecting." Aziraphale sighed, taking a drink from his own cup. "I wish that Heaven would give me more details, but they've gotten into those whole thing with sending useless memos, it makes it so hard to know what I'm meant to be doing."

Campbell shrugged. "Might just be easy to bless the place, God knows it could do with one or two. Not that it's bad here, rather like it, got lots of friends, and a job!" He patted the desk. "Oh! You should stick around! Got a show tomorrow, starts at five! It's great, we even take requests! What do you like?"

"Oh, well, uh, I'm not good with more modern music. My friend says that the latest I go seems to be the sixties. Can't blame me, there were a lot of classics that came out then. I do like classical music mainly, and musical theater."

"You look the type." Campbell laughed. "Well, I'll see what I can dig up!"

Aziraphale nodded, smiling, before setting his cup down. "I should get back to work, I'll bless this place, it won't always be in place, but there will be times when things get a bit better for you all."

Campbell nodded, watching him stand up. "Wait, before you go, how come I can only see you, not anyone else?"

The angel stopped at the door, frowning in thought. "I'm... I'm not sure, it's ineffable, it seems." He smiled knowingly, like it was an inside joke, before he bid Campbell good bye with a smile and a wave.

The boy sat there, suddenly feeling a bit lighter in spirit, and more inspired with what he wanted for his set for tomorrow. He had a great idea of what he wanted as a theme to go along with his requests!

#campbell bain #aziraphale #takin' over the asylum #good omens #good omens extended universe #john's drabbles

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Slashers / Horror Villains as: Animated (Children’s) Movie Villain Songs

+ A Nightmare Before Christmas

First of all, its mostly Disney. Second of all, I hope you know that this was a struggle for me.

Also, note, Bubba will be the only Leatherface in this post and Billy and Stu will be the only Ghostfaces. There is Norma Bates though, so sort of a consolation.

There are links to videos on YouTube ^^

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher / Ghostface: Playing With the Big Boy’s Now (Hotep and Huy, Prince of Egypt)

Well... they’re part of the ‘big boys’, now! They are part of the Slashers group that, uh, ‘inspired them’. Imagine instead of Egyptian Gods, they’re chanting Slasher names.

[HUY] Pick up your silly twig, boy [HOTEP & HUY] You're playing with the big boys now! Ha ha ha ha!

[EGYPTIAN PRIESTS] By the power of Ra Mut, Nut, Khnum, Ptah Sobek, Sekhmet, Sokar, Selket Anubis, Anukis Hemsut, Tefnut, Meshkent, Mafdet...

Chop Top and Nubbins + Bubba Sawyer / Leatherface: Kidnap Mr Sandy Claws (Lock, Shock and Barrel, Nightmare Before Christmas)

I mean... they aren't Drayton’s minions, but they are like this XD

I say that we take a cannon, aim it at his door And then knock three times And when he answers Sandy Claws will be no more

Yes you're so stupid, think now If we blow him up to smithereens We may lose some pieces And then Jack will beat us black and green

Kidnap the Sandy Claws Tie him in a bag

Chucky / Charles Lee Ray: In The Dark Of The Night (Rasputin, Anastasia)

Mystical man? Check! ‘Betrayal’ (As far as he sees it)? Check. Made them pay? Check; I think Nica, Sarah and all the other families he destroys throughout the franchise can attest to that. And ‘One little girl got away’? Well Andy isn’t a girl, but yeah. Check.

I was once the most mystical man in all Russia When the royals betrayed me they mad a mistake My curse made each of them pay But one little girl got away Little Anya, beware Rasputin's awake

Drayton Sawyer: Don’t Fall In Love (Forte, Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas)

Its such a crochety, unessessarily rude way of describing relationships to someone! I mean, I understand completely and resonate deeply with the desire to be alone and not be responsible for anyone else, but- come on! Beast doesn't share your view! Let it go!

Its just like Drayton’s reaction to Bubba having a crush. Super cool video too!

As soon as your heart rules your head Your life is not your own It's hell when someone's always there It's bliss to be alone

And love of any kind is bad A dog, a child, a cat They take up so much precious time Now, where's the sense in that?

Freddy Krueger: No More Mr Nice Guy (Rothbart, Swan Princess)

A man with an uncomfortable relationship with the main female character pretending to be normal and not homicidal for a while before unlocking more power and letting there inner bad guy loose and taking great pleasure in it? Sounds familiar. They also have a similar vocabulary- except of course Rothbart is rated G.

I'll become that nasty, naughty, dirty, spiteful Wicked, wayward, way-delightful Bad guy I was born to be

Lyin' loathesome, never-tender Indiscreet repeat offender No more Mr Nice Guy That's not me

Inkubus: The World’s Greatest Criminal Mind (Professor Rattigan, The Greatest Mouse Detective)

‘Inkubus’ is literally a movie about him listing all his crimes over the centuries and messing with the police force because he has a bone to pick with a detective. Sounds pretty similar to me! Listen to the song! ^^

Now comes the real tour de force Tricky and wicked, of course! My earlier crimes were fine for their times But now that I'm at it again An even grimmer plot has been simmering In my great criminal brain!

Jason Voorhees: Despicable Me (About Gru, Despicable Me)

I... this is all I could think of!! But the more I listen to it and read the lyrics... it f i t s Jason so well! XD Please just let this slide; I know Gru isn't really a villain but he is at the start!! Let me have this.

Why ask why? Better yet "Why not?" Why are you marking x on that spot? Why use a blow torch isn't that hot? Why use a chainsaw? Is that all you got? Why do you like seeing people in shock? But my question to you is "Why not?" Why go to the bank and stand in line Just use a freeze gun it saves me time. I'm havin' a bad, bad day It's about time that I get my way Steam rollin' whatever I see, Huh, despicable me I'm havin' a bad, bad day If you take it personal that's okay Watch, this is so fun to see Huh, despicable me

Jennifer Check: Trust In Me (Kaa, The Jungle Book)

She’s a succubus demon. Tempting boys into a safe-feeling, docile state so she she can strike is her thing.

Will cease to resist Just relax Be at rest Like a bird In a nest

Trust in me Just in me Shut your eyes And trust in me

Mayor Buckman and Granny Boone: Savages (Governor Ratcliffe and the Colonizer’s parts, Pocahontas)

Obviously, because of the (Inaccurate) historical relevance of both movies (Different time’s, same terrible prejudice,) and also because there is definitely a very cult-ish feel about both Governor Ratcliffe’s song and Buckman’s leadership. How easily they’re able to gather support from their people for the most horrible reasons. How horrifying it is to audiences and historians.

They're only good when dead They're vermin, as I said And worse

They're savages! Savages!

Barely even human

Savages! Savages!

Drive them from our shore! They're not like you and me Which means they must be evil We must sound the drums of war!

Michael Myers: The Gospel Truth II (Muses about Hades, Hercules)

In a Disney movie, Michael would have others sing his song about him as he goes about his silent, determined walking XD

If there's one God you don't want to get steamed up It's Hades 'Cause he had an evil plan He ran the underworld But thought the dead were dull and uncouth He was as mean as he was ruthless And that's the gospel truth He had a plan to shake things up And that's the gospel truth

Midnight Man: Oogie Boogie’s Song (Oogie Boogie, Nightmare Before Christmas)

A song about a “Gamblin’ Boogie Man” is perfect for the Midnight Man! He and Oogie could be pals.

Woah! The sound of rollin' dice To me is music in the air 'Cause I'm a gamblin' Boogie Man Although I don't play fair It's much more fun, I must confess When lives are on the line Not mine, of course, but yours, old boy Now that'd be just fine

Norma Bates: Mother Knows Best Reprise (Mother Gothel, Tangled)

Norma is soooooo so so so unbelievably manipulative towards Norman (And Dylan. It just works better on Norman) and this song absolutely presents that. She can go from sweet, loving mother to spiteful, heinous bitch in two seconds if Norman or Dylan don't do what or react the way she wants them to.

Likes you? Please, Rapunzel, that's demented

This is why you never should have left! Dear, this whole romance that you've invented, Just proves you're too naive to be here Why would he like you? Come on now, really! Look at you, you think that he's impressed? Don't be a dummy Come with mummy

Pamela Voorhees: My Lullaby (Zira, The Lion King 2)

In a opposite approach to a villainous mother to Norma, we have Pam, who was heartbroken by the camp councillors letting her son die and vowed to get revenge. She didn't know she was teaching Jason to be the Crystal Lake killer like Zira did, but she did, and the whole song does have her kind of feel to it also.

Sleep, my little Kovu Let your dreams take wing One day when you're big and strong You will be a kingI've been exiled, persecuted Left alone with no defense When I think of what that brute did I get a little tense But I dream a dream so pretty That I don't feel so depressed 'Cause it soothes my inner kitty And it helps me get some rest

Patrick Bateman: Cruella De Vil (Arthur, 101 Dalmations)

Never before was there a song that described audiences reaction to watching Patrick living in his daily life and hearing his thoughts better then this one.

Cruella De Vil Cruella De Vil If she doesn't scare you No evil thing will To see her is to Take a sudden chill Cruella, Cruella De Vil

The curl of her lips The ice in her stare All innocent children Had better beware She's like a spider waiting For the kill Look out for Cruella De Vil

Pennywise (Both): You’re Only Second Rate (Jafar, Return of Jafar)

Mostly for the video and Jafar’s energy in this scene actually XD So many transformations, so many tasteless puns! I was going to give this to Freddy but its the closest thing to Penny I could think of.

Go ahead and zap me with the big surprise Snap me in a trap, cut me down to size I'll make a great escape It's just a piece of cake You're only second rate You know your hocus-pocus isn't tough enough And your mumbo-jumbo doesn't measure up Let me pontificate upon your sorry state You're only second rate

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt: Hellfire (Judge Claude Frollo, Hunchback of Notre Dame)

A nasty filthy man who think’s he’s in the right despite being the biggest creep and monster ever? Mhm.

*Note: I honestly didn't notice the deformed baby, Quasimodo/Thomas link until the day after I wrote this. Don't know how I feel about it. I mean, Hoyt is actually nice, in his way, to Thomas so the connection isn't totally there but onwards:

Beata Maria You know I am a righteous man Of my virtue I am justly proud

Beata Maria You know I'm so much purer than The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd

End of Post! 🌼

(Bonus’ under the cut)

I did think of other connections which I obviously didnt landed on but still have merit! Here!

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher: ‘Gaston’ was considered, but that would have just been a joke XD I don’t think Stu is quite as obsessed with Billy as LeFou is with Gaston.

Chucky: Friends on the Other Side. Obviously! That link was actually what inspired me to make this post. In The Dark of Night fits to a T though.

Freddy Krueger: You’re Only Second Rate! Ah, its perfectttt. But No More Mr Nice Guy fits better. If I ever do a Slashers as Disney Villains post, he’ll be Jafar for sure. Or Hades. Or Scar. Or Oogie. Probably Hades. You know what? Without the gore and blood and explicit sexual references, Freddy could be a Disney Villain himself. Its not like Disney hasn't towed the line before with perverted villains. >_> (Jafar and Frollo)

Jason and Pamela Voorhees: Mother Knows Best! Of course.

Jennifer Check: Love is For Peasants (Barbie Island Princess) Because Jennifer thinks like this:

Men? <<< Literally anything else.

Patrick Bateman: How Can I Refuse? (From Barbie Princess and the Pauper) XD If Patrick were a kids movie villain, he would totally join the ranks of corrupted usurpers pretending to be trustworthy royal advisory staff. Also ‘Let It Die’, that little interruption part of another song that O’Hare sings in the Lorax and ‘How Bad Can I be?’.

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26 - “You’re All I Need”

Félix wakes up feeling groggy and disoriented. He barely remembers anything from about five minutes after the nurse gave him an injection of medication that was meant to relax him, until now. Indistinctly, he recalls the nurse having said something about the medication making some patients sleepy. He hadn't anticipated being one of them, but he’s not complaining about it at all. Having no recollection of Dr. Zira sticking a needle in his back for the local anaesthetic and another in his abdomen for the procedure itself is a blessing. He would not have wanted to try to rid his mind of those memories, and now there's no need to.

Currently, the only indication he's had the procedure at all is a dull ache in his belly and an odd heaviness in his lower limbs. He assumes the sluggishness of his legs is due to the local anaesthetic, and that it will fade soon enough. He expects the pain is likely to persist, though, and he's definitely not looking forward to the flu-like symptoms Dr. Zira warned him he might experience for a few days following the procedure.

It'll be okay, he tells himself. Davian will take care of him. He promised, and he's never broken a promise to Félix yet.

Félix opens his eyes and turns his head slightly to see Davian sitting in a chair next to the bed. Davian smiles when he notices Félix is awake.

"Hey, sleeping beauty," he says.

Félix conjures up a smile of his own. "Hello," he says. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Fully asleep, you mean? Maybe half an hour, but you were pretty much out of it since you got the good drugs. You scared me, actually. I didn't think it'd affect you like that. I had to get that nurse to come back and check you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She said you were fine. I guess some people just react that way."

"I don't remember," Félix says.

"I'm not surprised," says Davian. "How are you feeling now?"

"My stomach hurts, but I think I'm all right."

"You did really good when the doctor was working on you," Davian tells him. "She said you probably won't have much bruising because you were so relaxed, but she said it still might be sore for three or four days. You've got like, a plus-sized band-aid over the spot where she put the needle in. She said we can take it off tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Félix really does try to grasp all this, but his brain evidently isn't ready for too much information yet.

"Still tired?" Davian asks.

"Yes."

"I'll tuck you into bed when we get home, and you can sleep for the rest of the day, if you want to."

"I can barely move my legs. How am I going to get upstairs?"

Davian laughs."They're not going to let you leave until you can feel your legs." He lifts Félix's hand and gives it a comforting squeeze. "If you're still feeling shaky or whatever by the time we get home, I'll help you up the stairs. We'll go slow. It'll be fine."

"When we get home, will you get into bed and cuddle with me for a while?"

"Of course. Whatever you want."

"Thank you." Félix closes his eyes, savouring the warmth of Davian's hand wrapped around his, but then he's struck by a sudden realization. He raises his eyelids again. "Wait... where's Sophie?"

"She went upstairs to the main waiting area," Davian says. "Do you want me to text her and ask her to come back?"

"No. It's all right. I want you."

Félix wonders if he's imagining it, but Davian seems relieved at that. A moment later, it's clear he was not imagining it when Davian says, "I think she's mad at me for some reason."

Félix is confused. "Why do you think Sophie is angry with you?"

"Just some stuff she said," says Davian. "When the nurse came to get you for the procedure, Sophie said she was going to wait upstairs and she was like, 'he'll be okay with you, right?' as if she doesn't trust me and didn't believe I'd be literally by your side the whole time. And she gave me this look, like she was daring me to say something."

"Oh," says Félix. "I think she was worried about me. She probably didn't mean anything by it."

"I don't know about that," Davian says.

"Anyway, it doesn't matter, because you are by my side, exactly where you're meant to be."

"Yeah, and I'm not going anywhere."

"Promise?"

"I promise," Davian says. "We said we were going to do this together, didn't we? So, we're doing it together."

"There was a moment when I thought we weren't going to," Félix confesses.

"Last weekend?"

"Yes. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I wasn't really angry. I was scared, and I reacted instead of thinking. I don't like it when we disagree and can't get along, and I'm always afraid it's going to end with you walking away and not coming back. I couldn't bear it if..."

"Hey," Davian says softly. "I'm gonna be with you forever. Not like the last guy." He lets go of Félix's hand, and instead wipes a tear off Félix's cheek gently with his thumb. "You think I'd want to do to you what he did? I remember what you were like on the night we met, and I'd hate myself if I knew I was responsible for something like that."

"Every time you go away, it hurts," Félix whispers.

"I'll always come back to you."

"I know. I trust you. It's what keeps me going when I don't think I can."

"I love you," Davian says. "I know a lot of people think I don't, but I do.”

“I know you do.”

“Sometimes I just suck at the emotional stuff, you know? Like, saying how I feel and everything. I get overwhelmed, and like, sometimes it feels easier to run than to deal with it."

“I don’t want you to run,” Félix tells him. “If you feel that way, I want you to tell me, so I can help.”

“I know, but it’s hard, and I kinda worry that my problems will be too much for you. I’m supposed to be protecting you.”

“Running isn’t protecting me,” Félix says.

“Neither is dropping all my emotional baggage on you,” says Davian.

“I’d rather have you and your baggage than to be alone. It might not be easy or elegant to say how you feel, but we’d both suffer less if you’d try.”

"I know."

“Will you?”

“Try to say what’s going on in my head? Yeah,” Davian says. “I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I expect.”

"I'm sorry about all that crap that happened last weekend, too," Davian says. "You know, about the support group. That was me not being able to express stuff. Again."

Félix passes the back of his hand across his eyes, wiping away a bit more moisture. He sniffles, and is grateful that his emotional outburst seems to have been momentary. "We haven't talked about it, have we?" he says.

"No, but I wasn't sure you wanted to."

"Did you want to?"

"Maybe a little bit," Davian admits.

"Anything in particular?" Félix asks. "Have you changed your mind, now that you've been there?"

"I don't know. Not really? I'm still uncomfortable with it and I don't know if I'm going to be friends with any of those people, but..."

"But what?"

"I can tell you're going to be friends with some of them, and maybe you were right. Maybe that'll be good for you."

"I think I could become friends with Tae and Dylan," Félix says. "I'm not certain about the other one. I don't think he's interested in being anyone's friend."

"Yeah, that guy. I didn't like the way he and his wife were looking at you. They're the sort of people I was worried about. Judgy, rich white people who think they're better than everybody."

"I wanted you to be wrong about that," Félix says.

"I wish I was, but I have the feeling I'm not."

"Regardless of those people, I think it''ll help me to be there," Félix says. "The only thing I really didn't like about last Saturday was how Dylan's husband kept staring at you."

Davian shrugs slightly. "He could be one of my followers. Maybe it was a big deal for him to be in the presence of somebody who's almost famous."

Despite himself, Félix laughs. "That had better be all it is."

"I doubt you've got anything to worry about with him. To me, he seems really devoted to his husband. But, I guess we'll find out if we keep going to the group."

"You want to keep going?"

"I want you to be happy," Davian says. "I'm not super thrilled about going, but if you think it's what you need, I'll do it for you."

"I do think it's what I need. We're going to be experiencing things that no one else will understand and a lot of people won't accept. From today, those people might be the only ones we know who'll truly be able to identify with us."

"That makes sense, I guess. It's just..."

"Just that you don't want to be friends with them?"

"No," Davian says. "That they don't want to be friends with me. You know how it is. People are nice to you because you gotta be polite out there in society, but they're really just thinking the worst. Sometimes I'm sure you're the only real friend I have. Like, even most people who I believe are good friends usually find some excuse not to be around me after a while. You're the only one who never gets tired of having me around"

"I love you. I'll never be tired of having you around," Félix says. "If it were up to me, I'd never be apart from you."

"I'm gonna try to do better after this," Davian says. "At not being apart from you, I mean. I might still have to go to San Myshuno sometimes, for real work stuff, but I'll tell you if I'm going. Would that be better?"

"Anything's better than coming home to an empty flat," Félix says. "I don't ever want to find a note and a vase of flowers again. Not unless you're there holding them."

"So, what I'm hearing is that if I have to go to San My, you still want flowers."

"Yes. Delivered personally," Félix says. "And I'll want you to kiss me goodbye like we're in a film, and you have to promise to call or text me every day. And if I really need you, I want you to come home straight away."

"Do you think you'd ever need me that urgently?"

"I don't know," Félix says. "I hope not, but our baby will be growing, and I don't think we can predict whether or not there'll be complications."

"Let's hope there aren't any," Davian says, but then he smiles. "Our baby will be growing. I like how you say that. After today, we're seriously on this crazy ride, aren't we? We're actually pregnant now."

"Not officially. We still have to wait ten days to know for certain," Félix reminds him. "But, I have a good feeling."

"Have I told you how brave you are for doing this?"

"Yes, but you can tell me again."

"You're amazing, brave and beautiful," Davian says. "We're gonna make this work, I promise. It doesn't matter what anybody says. We'll get through this, and we'll have our beautiful baby, and then we'll be able to say 'we told you so' to everybody who judged us."

"I don't care about saying 'I told you so'," says Félix. "All I want is you and our baby. You're all I need. Just be with me, and I know we will get through this."

Davian's response is to lean down and kiss him. It's unexpected but certainly not unwanted, and Félix finds himself returning it with a hungry intensity. Vaguely, it occurs to him that perhaps this isn't an appropriate time or place, considering that some staff person might walk into the room at any time, but he doesn't care. He also has the amused thought that it's fortunate he's so weak and exhausted, because if he were feeling well, he and Davian might create a dilemma for themselves that'd be challenging to explain to any accidental witnesses.

After several seconds, they break apart to catch their breath. Then, Davian carefully helps him move over, and climbs up onto the narrow bed with him. The bed was obviously not designed for two people, but they snuggle so close that it doesn't matter.

Félix wants to surrender his consciousness to the inexorable tug of sleep, and he tells Davian that he wants to rest until the nurse or some other medical person arrives to check on him. Davian strokes his hair and tells him it's okay. He should sleep if he needs to.

As he drifts off, he lets himself think hopeful thoughts. It seems he and Davian have turned an important corner in their relationship, and Davian appears more willing to make adjustments than Félix had expected. He's sure it's their baby who's inspiring this newfound desire to improve. There have been times during the past several weeks when he's been so uncertain and so frightened that he'd nearly changed his mind about going through with the procedure, but now he's sure they're making the right choice.

He slides the palm of his hand down to where he can feel the little bandage on his stomach, through the thin fabric of the hospital gown. His belly is flat and his stomach muscles are toned and firm, but soon... soon it will be different. Soon, everything will be different.

I know it'll be a while, but I'm already looking forward to meeting you, he tells their baby in his imagination. You don't know it yet, but you're going to make everything so much better, and we're going to have the life we've dreamed about. Having you will change everything.

#ts4 #sims 4 #eagames #newcrest #Davian St-Jean #Félix Blanchet #aucieletoile #stargazersims

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