#crowley my love you’re so obvious

[castielmacleod]

The demon curing “ritual” in spn is honestly so abysmally boring. That was really the best most interesting and creative way to cure a demon they could come up with. Go Andrew give us nothing

#No pomp no circumstance no sigils or extensive latin chanting or candles or literally whatever idfk. Literally ANYTHING #There is no actual “ritual” to it you’re just injecting a guy over and over with a few hours in between. It’s downright CLINICAL #It has me clinging to my suspension of disbelief with my fingernails lol it BARELY makes sense even in the obvious SFF context #Like there’s not really any traceable logic to it other than “human blood makes demon human” which.. I mean the demon is already #possessing a human so………? #Does something happen particularly to a human’s blood while they’re possessed that the human blood makes a difference in? #Or is it more about the fact that it’s ~purified~ #And do NOT get me started on the human blood being literally actually successfully purified through Catholic confession. Oh my god #Like that canonically works in the world of s/p/n. I could just scream #And I love how it involves turning the demon into a human at the expense of the vessel. What about that guy? #The demon gets resurrected—literally brought back to human life—and gets to keep the body of the person they possessed? #Like Cas losing his grace and being trapped in his vessel that way is one thing but like these priests are literally #choosing the demon over the possession victim. I mean maybe if the possession victim was already dead then okay I guess but was he? #8x22 is not really clear on that #Pretends to be shocked etc #My posts #Like not to sound like I would trade the Crowley curing scene in 8x23 for literally anything because I would not #That break down that Crowley has is the scene of all time #The surrounding circumstances to the break down could have been soooo much more interesting and tbh believable though

[wordsinhaled]

my ‘crowley loves aziraphale’ post needs a companion because there needs to be absolutely no doubt that aziraphale is ABSOLUTELY as gone on crowley so…

here i am just thinking about aziraphale’s “smitten, i believe…you’re being silly 🥰” and “why don’t you wait inside? you like waiting inside” (aziraphale knows what crowley likes, what makes him happy!). it’s aziraphale telling crowley he gets plenty of use out of the[ir] bookshop and it’s aziraphale making sure crowley feels welcome to come in whenever he likes and that it’s crowley’s as much as his to the point where crowley just feels comfortable making hot chocolate there

it’s the way he touches crowley so easily (hand on the shoulder in the s2 finale, arm around the waist in the graveyard support, hand on the chest and sliding down, the way aziraphale clasps crowley’s hand in both of his with such enthusiasm in 1941 when it could’ve been a prim handshake, the way their hands almost curl together when they’re dancing at the ball…)

(and that last one makes me unwell, because if their ball had been during the actual regency they would both have been wearing gloves… but at aziraphale’s ball, their hands can touch without any layer between, and he even seizes crowley by the hand to pull him onto the dance floor like he’s waited his entire life to do it)

thinking about the way aziraphale has always looked at crowley from the very beginning, soft, soft, so impossibly, unbearably soft. the way he darts little glances at him whenever he can, like he’s indulging himself in looking

thinking of the way he takes obvious pleasure in introducing crowley to people and saying they go back a long time. thinking of how when gabriel spoke about one person making everything alright aziraphale immediately thought of crowley

thinking about how we’ve always seen them dine or drink in public places but then in 1941 they’re having a private candlelit dinner, just the two of them

thinking of the way aziraphale looks at crowley at the end of the season - as crowley’s putting his glasses back on for the final time - in this earnest, intent, searching way. even in the midst of this argument he’s thinking why are you closing yourself off from me? you don’t do that anymore, we’re not like that anymore. it’s like he’s trying to read crowley’s features, like everything will fall into place if they just look at each other properly

thinking of how aziraphale touches his own lips after the kiss like he can press the memory of crowley’s mouth into them to keep forever

in short… aziraphale loves crowley so much it’s devastating

#this is fine i’m fine #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 spoilers #i am probably missing a bunch but i am feeling very incoherent

[sonseulsoleil]

I’ve seen some posts that are variations of “I wish they’d just queerbaited me instead” and while I’m sure most of them are jokes, it’s still rubbing me the wrong way.

I first read Good Omens when I was about 15 years old. At the time I was closeted, and extremely depressed. I knew I was feeling a lot of things that I wasn’t “supposed” to be feeling, and that I wasn’t feeling other things that I thought I should be feeling. I knew I was different, but I hadn’t figured out exactly how yet. Good Omens came into my life during this time, and it spoke to me. Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship was not defined, but the queerness was obvious, just beneath the surface. And even beyond them, it was a book about choosing love. Adam chooses his love for his family and friends and Tadfield over being the antichrist. Anathema chooses a life with Newt over Agnes’ predictions. Crowley and Aziraphale choose their love for the world, for humanity, and for each other, over their duties. It’s against the rules. It’s deviant. But it’s the right thing to do. Love, in every form, is always right, that’s what I learned from Good Omens as a sad repressed queer teen. And I fucking loved it. I saw myself and my own struggles in that story.

When the first season of the show came out, there were a lot of accusations of queerbaiting thrown around, but I never saw it that way. It’s always been a story drenched in queer themes and motifs, intentional or not. Would it be nice to see the angel and demon kiss? Of course. But I didn’t need it. I was happy with the story the way that it was.

And then season two came out, and honestly? I underestimated how much blunt textual queerness would mean to me. And I’m not just talking about Crowley and Aziraphale. All the queerness. Maggie and Nina. The magic shop owner and his spouse. Beelzebub. The story of Beelzebub and Gabriel falling in love and choosing each other over their respective sides, which took those queer themes already present and doubled down on them. Even little things like Crowley offhandedly saying “actually not either” to “you’re a good lad” took my breath away.

The ending was heartbreaking, but it was heartbreaking because it felt so real. It tapped into a specifically queer pain, the pain of repression and fear, and how easy it is to give into the desire to simply fit in, and how that can tear apart our relationships.

It truly, sincerely, means so much to me. This story that I’ve loved and seen myself in for over a decade, has just said back to me, loudly and utterly unapologetically: yes, you are a part of this story. yes, it’s for you.

So, no. I wouldn’t have preferred to be queerbaited.

#idk I know I am way overreacting to JOKES #but I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about this anyway #so this post probably would’ve come out in some form eventually regardless #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers

[blues824]

Its 💗🌸 /Rosa / @toconolaw ^×^

Staff doing secret Santa with magic music arts teacher s/o! But some how teacher s/o's twk familiar which are chinchillas that gets a bit aggressive/ jealous!!

You requested: Secret Santa

The Wiki said Vargas is shorter than Sam 💀

Dire Crowley

The fact that you’re married to this man was mysterious enough. However, you had asked about a possible Secret Santa amongst the staff to add some more mystery to the pot. The rest of the staff members agreed, and so all your names were put into a hat, and you drew a name. You had gotten Professor Mozus Trein, and you immediately noted that you might want to go to a pet store to get some treats for Lucius.

One stipulation in this Secret Santa game was that you put a charm on the hat so that neither you nor your husband could choose each other. After all, you both knew each other quite well, so it would be cheating. After everyone drew their names, you immediately went to Sam’s shop with your chinchilla. If there was anyone who would have what you needed, it would be him.

You actually ran into Crowley there, and who his gift was for was rather obvious, as he was purchasing some protein powder. Once you had purchased everything you were going to, which included new inkwells and a crystal pen, along with catnip, your husband had extended his arm to you. You put your hand in the crook of his elbow, and your familiar hopped from your shoulder to his. It took years for the little animal to even let your husband touch you, but now it seems you both have to fight over him.

Leaning your head on his free shoulder, you spoke to him.

“I love you, Dire Crowley.”

Now, he had a bit of a quirk about him. He never says ‘I love you’ directly back. He says it’s ‘too simple’. Instead, he would say something poetic, and it made your heart flutter every single time.

“In the musical tapestry of our connection, your presence is a delicate arpeggio that dances through the notes of my heart, composing a ballad only the two of us can hear.”

With that you both kissed each other, starting to head back to his office, where the wrapping paper and ribbons that you needed for the gifts were.

Divus Crewel

Being wed to this man meant a life of elegance. He wouldn’t let you settle for anything less. That being said, you were also a professor at NRC, and since you were a staff member, you proposed in the staff meeting that you all do a Secret Santa of sorts. Crewel was all for it… until you put a spell on the hat that would prevent you and him from getting one another. You pulled Sam’s name, and you had to admit that you were completely stumped.

Luckily, your chinchilla has been around, and it learned Sam’s favorite food. That being said, you needed to go to the town below NRC to get the ingredients necessary to make the chicken gumbo that your friend loved so much. Your husband went with you, and a few people paused in the street upon seeing you both, such an elegant and beautiful couple, doing such domestic things… or maybe it was your familiar.

Now, once you got to the grocery store, you both separated so that you could get the things you both required. You had no idea who Divus had gotten, and he did not want you to know until the day you would give everyone their presents. In addition to all the stuff you purchased, you bought some dried fruit for your animal.

You both headed to your apartment, where you started making a huge pot of chicken gumbo. Your husband came up from behind you and put his hands on your hips, pulling your back flush against his chest.

“I love you, honey~” You sang softly, before starting to hum as you put all the chopped veggies into the big pot on the stove.

The chinchilla you grew to love climbed from your shoulder to his, and all the way to the top of his head.

“I love you too, darling,” He leaned down to place a kiss on your temple, but the chinchilla sitting on the top of his head pulled a strand of his hair.

He let out a yelp of pain before removing the animal and placing it back on your shoulder, where it was giving him a death glare that could probably kill a very weak human. He mumbled about how jealous the familiar got, and you just let out a laugh.

Ashton Vargas

To be this man’s spouse meant that you probably had a very active lifestyle, or you knew where to duck away to hide from his “couple’s workouts”. Luckily, your chinchilla often took your place.  Anyway, at the staff meeting, you proposed that you do a Secret Santa, and Vargas agreed with that idea. Even when you put a spell on the hat that prevented you from getting one another, it was fine. You pulled Divus Crewel’s name, and you had a few ideas that came to mind for your gift to him.

You had to go to town, however, and your husband did not like you going alone. He was a tad worried that something was going to happen to you, so you strolled down the street with your guard dog and guard chinchilla privileges. You decided to get Professor Crewel some gift cards for a new restaurant that has opened up recently. He told you that he was considering going, and maybe he could come back and tell you if the place is a good date location.

Ashton got Crowley, and so you both just went around town to see what he would like. Personally, you would have loved to give him a knuckle sandwich for pushing all of his responsibilities on one of your beloved students, who you viewed as your own children. However, you settled on getting him dumbbells, so maybe he would have a chance to catch the hands you’re going to throw.

Boarding the bus that would take you back to NRC, along with a bunch of students, the Coach that you happened to love pulled you onto his lap, surprising you. You were incredibly embarrassed as a few students started to whisper, but he wasn’t letting you go. Your chinchilla tried to bite him, but nothing came of it.

“Coach Vargas, if you don’t let me go right now, there will be consequences when we get home!” You exclaimed.

However, your husband broke out the puppy-dog eyes. A groan of annoyance made its way out of your mouth before you finally stopped struggling against him, and you resigned yourself to your fate.

“I love you, baby,” The mere amount of love in that sentence made you melt, placing a kiss on his cheek in response. A few nearby students, who you both taught, by the way, started ‘awwww’ing, making you even more embarrassed than before.

“Shush, you! Otherwise you all get detention and you have to help me grade assignments!” A smile was on your face as you made this threat, as you weren’t completely serious. This also made the students laugh, as well as your husband.

Mozus Trein

You two had grown close because of Lucius. Normally, Trein would never be interested in someone so young, as he was nearing the age of 60 and you were in your 30’s. However, your music lured his cat, and as you played the piano, Lucius plopped himself on your lap. A few years later, you were married, and you found yourself in the staff room during a meeting, and you proposed a Secret Santa so as to get into the holiday spirit. Names were drawn, and you had picked Coach Vargas.

Again, a few ideas came to mind on what you could get him, but a lot of them required you going to town. Your husband also had to go, so you decided to go together. Luckily for you, you were able to head to the fitness section and get what you needed. You also called into a high-end gym in the area and you asked if you could purchase a day-pass for a friend, and they let you..

Mozus headed to the stationery section of the store, and you had two guesses on the names he picked out. Your chinchilla was chilling on your shoulder as you made it through checkout, texting your husband to meet you in the square once he was finished. You then headed to the meeting location, enjoying the scenery and the different people that were in the town.

It didn’t take long for him to meet you there, and he also got some other stuff for when you both headed back home for the holidays. You had another Secret Santa thing going on with your step-daughters and your sons-in-law. The older professor took the animal from your shoulder and placed it on his as he held his hand out to you to help you off the bench.

“What a gentleman~ Thank you, darling.” You said as you stood. He lifted your hand to his lips to place a kiss on your knuckle.

“It would be wrong to teach our students to be something that I’m not,” You both started walking to the bus that would take you back to NRC.

“I love you, Mozus Trein,” You said.

“I love you, too, Y/N Trein,” He answered, a hint of a smile on his face as you place a kiss on his cheek and go to board the bus.

Sam

You were not married to Sam… yet. It all felt like a fever dream, as he had proposed to you in the most casual way possible. You both had met at the first staff meeting, where he kept writing on the corners of your notes. However, your chinchilla was not exactly happy about how you both kept giggling with another, and it even bit one of his fingers. Time skip to now, where you had an engagement ring on your finger, your chinchilla is on his shoulder, and you proposed a Secret Santa amongst the staff.

From the hat, you pulled out the name of the Headmage. Sam could see the anger in your eyes, and he was snickering because he already guessed who you got. You looked like the only thing you wanted to give Crowley was a large stick up his derrière, and that just made him burst out into laughter. He himself pulled Crewel’s name, and his friends on the other side had a few gift ideas.

Anyway, you both headed into town and walked around, window shopping. It was like a moment in a Hallmark Christmas movie, where you both kind of dance around each other, laughing and not taking anything seriously. Even though you were yet to be officially married, you were in a honeymoon phase. Well, you were always in a honeymoon phase because Sam never let the romance die out.

To get back to the Secret Santa shopping, you purchased a calendar for the next year. It wasn’t anything special. You also bought some pens, muttering about how the old crow was lucky you weren’t going to shove them down his throat. Your fiancé just laughed it off and got some gift cards for Professor Crewel. 

“Are you ready, my imp?” He asked after you checked out, holding his hand out to you.

“I wish this didn’t have to end… I love finally being able to spend time with you, love.”

“Who said we were going to go back just yet? I’m not quite done with you either…” He placed a kiss on your lips, and you felt a pressure around you that you knew wasn’t coming from Sam, but rather his shadow.

“You’re not the only one, apparently,” You giggled.

#twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst wonderland #twst dire #twst dire crowley #dire crowley x reader #dire x reader #dire #twst dire crowley x reader #twst dire x reader #dire crowley #divus crewel x reader #divus x reader #divus crewel #divus #twst divus #twst divus x reader #twst divus crewel #twst divus crewel x reader #ashton vargas x reader #ashton vargas #coach vargas #twst ashton #twst ashton vargas #twst ashton x reader #twst ashton vargas x reader

[uniquethingtastemaker]

Neige x Reader: White Beaches and a Spring Morning

Summary: The Ramshackle prefect is finally able to get a full week off from school after four overblots. Determined to enjoy their time to the fullest off campus, they set out to explore Sage’s Island, starting with the island’s southern beaches. However, it seems that our prefect can never catch a break, as they find an RSA student crying and upset. Unable to just look away, they set their sights on comforting him and helping him have a good time outside of school.

Word count: just under 3k

Tags: fluff, getting together (not officially though), dates, romance

Warnings: none… unless suave reader is a warning… reader being too hot lol

Author’s notes: this was inspired by a tumblr post by @sorbertisfruity and I loved it so much that I decided to start writing it. Also this is my first time I’m actually writing and posting my creative work, so I just ask that people are kind. Thanks and enjoy!

Leaning forward with the wind whipping through your hair, you fly down the mountain path away from Night Raven College. The engine of the magic wheel roars behind you, as music blasts from the speakers. Finally, you were free! After months of work, you finally got a week off. Of course, you had to blackmail Crowley by threatening to expose the multiple overblots. Nonetheless, he conceded to your requests in the end. Now, you’ve left your worries and Grim temporarily behind in favor of a relaxing day at the beach. 

Pulling up to the sandy shore, you park the magic wheel you’d borrowed from Ignihyde and look out at the sight before you. It was a nice change of scenery compared to the dreary mountain Night Raven College sat atop of. The morning was crisp and clear with the sea breeze wafting from the ocean. The beach was empty. You were here on a weekday after all. You grab your bag from one of the compartments and head off toward the tide.

The sandals on your feet sink slightly into the sand as you search for a more secluded area to place your bag. After walking along the coast, you catch a glimpse of NRC’s rival school, the Royal Sword Academy. It was almost blinding with its tall white spires that were tipped with blue. Overall, the vibe is much brighter than NRC’s gothic horror aesthetic.

“Wonder what their facilities are like,” you murmur to yourself, “Maybe I can secretly get a tour of the school and request a transfer while I’m at it.”

You chuckle at the thought of your friends’ outrageous reactions to your fictional transfer. Just as you finish the thought, you hear a loud sob. Furrowing your brow, you pick up your pace. Even on your day off, you never catch a break, you internally sigh. You blame your upright and well-meaning nature, but you shrug off the thought as you come across an alcove in the rocks. 

You find a boy huddled up against the stone, sobbing to himself. He’s wearing a familiar white uniform jacket, signifying that he’s from the Royal Swords Academy. You’re unable to see his face as he’s tucked it into his knees. Only his ruffled black hair shows. Next to him lies a black beret and the dirt and skid marks on his uniform make it obvious he ran out of the academy. 

Coming closer to the cave-like area, your footsteps are masked by the sound of soft waves lapping against the coast. 

“Hey,” you call out, “Are you alright?”

The boy’s head snaps up. He stumbles to his feet and begins making rapid apologies. His voice has a light, airy quality to it that cracks as he trips over his words. 

“I—I’m fine. Thank you for asking. I—I should probably go. I don’t want to bother you—“ 

He isn’t able to say anything more, as his foot catches on a nearby rock and he begins tumbling forward with a squeak. Moving on instinct, you catch him by the waist, pulling him in to support his weight. Pressed up against him, you note that he has a slim but fairly toned waist. He’s also a bit taller than expected. 

“Are you ok?” You ask, “That was pretty close. It might be a good idea to sit down for a while before moving again. Sorry, I startled you. I was just concerned whenever I heard someone in distress.”

Pulling away slightly, you’re able to get a glimpse of his face. His eyes are the first feature that stands out to you. They’re soft, doe-like, and innocent. His brown eyes are a little puffy and red around the edges from crying, but it doesn’t detract from their soft allure. Your eyes flicker down toward his lips. They’re tinted a natural red, as he chews on them. Suddenly, you become acutely aware of how close the two of you are. You can feel his ragged breath on your cheek, as you take the time to observe him.

He glances down and away from you, tears still in his eyes, as continues to gnaw on his lip. Whether from the anxiety of being caught crying or the flustered embarrassment of being so close, you’re not sure. You suspect it might be both. However, when he turns his cheek, the light catches a glimmer of wet tears that have already streaked down his face. Before you have time to think, you reach your hand up to cup his cheek and wipe it away. 

Blinking, you realize that you just performed a somewhat intimate gesture and you move your hand away. 

“Sorry, I just wanted to help. Did I make you uncomfortable?” You ask.

He stares at you with wide eyes and touches the place where you wiped his tears with his hand.

“…No, I didn’t mind it.” 

His voice breaks, then in a smaller tone, he comments, “It was nice.”

“That’s good,” you chuckle, “My name’s (Y/N), and you?”

He hesitates for a second before replying, “Neige.”

He watches your reaction intently, looking for any signs of recognition, but when there is none, he relaxes slightly. 

“I wouldn’t mind sitting down again,” he tells you. 

He starts to pull away to sit back down when you tighten your grip on his waist, stopping him. 

“Hold on, I have a towel. Let me lay it down first,” you state. 

Rummaging through your bag, you pull out a towel that you stole from Heartslabyul. The print on the fabric is a dead giveaway. It’s littered with multicolored card suits. Spreading it out, you plop down on the fluffy towel and turn to Neige, who comes to sit next to you.

“Again, sorry for scaring you earlier. I just heard you were in distress and wanted to make sure you were ok,” you repeat, inspecting for any physical wounds. “Physically, you seem fine. Are you in emotional distress?”

Playing with the edge of the towel, he glances up at you before looking away. His grip tightens on it and he nods. 

Neige hesitates before saying, “You know, if you have other places to be, you can go do those. You don’t have to stay with me. I’ll be fine–”

Before he can get any further, you cut him off, “Neige, I know we just met, but I’m not going to leave someone who’s upset behind. You seem sweet and I want to get to know you. It would be nice to get a new friend.”

You put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. He looks up at you with wet eyes and hiccups slightly, trying to hold back newly formed tears. Your eyes go wide and your body moves on autopilot. You open your arms to offer a hug. 

“Hey, do you want a hug? Will that make you feel better?”

Neige hesitates before nodding. Given your cue, you envelop him in a warm, tight hug. Cradling him, you rub small circles on his back and whisper words of comfort. 

He breaks. Any semblance of wariness or guard that he had up before crumbles against your kindness and small persistence. He cries so hard that his whole body shakes against you. You squeeze tighter and you can tell that you are the only thing keeping him together at this moment. He ends up clinging and clawing at you as if you’re his only lifeline in the vast ocean. He sobs harder at your gentle approach to comforting him and a few broken words of gratitude spill from his mouth. 

“—Thank you, thank you so much. I never— I never got this growing up. I always had to put on a cheerful face to not worry my— my family. This means so much to me. Thank you, thank you (Y/N).”

You clutch him tighter, running a hand through his hair, as he sobs into your shoulder. You feel for him. You understand the struggles of having to carry everyone else’s burden even though it shouldn’t be your responsibility in the first place. You ended up solving and resolving each overblot with only some of your classmates and practically no teachers. No responsible adults were around to help fight Riddle, restrain Leona, stop Azul, and punish Jamil. It had been getting exhausting. Thankfully, you got a week to yourself, but this wasn’t about you and you turned your attention back on your new friend, Neige. 

You allow him to get all the tears, sorrow, and pain out of his system. When his sobbing slows down and his breathing starts to even out, you reach into your bag to pull out some tissues, nudging Neige’s face with them. 

Upon feeling the tap, he looks up from where his face was buried in your shoulder. Tears and snot run down his face, and he takes the tissues with a small smile. 

“Thanks,” he breathes, taking the tissue and blowing into it.

After giving him some water, snacks, a lot of tissues, and more cuddles, he’s much more relaxed than he was earlier. His tired eyes are unable to focus on anything specific, as they flutter to stay awake. He continues to lean on you for support.

Chuckling, you ask, “Wanna lay down?”

Letting out an almost incoherent murmur of approval, he clutches onto your clothes, before asking, “Promise you won’t leave?”

You give him a soft smile that he’s unable to see with his eyes closed, and you lay the two of you down on the towel. You rest beside Neige, as he makes himself comfortable, nestling into your arms. 

“Of course, Snow,” you answer, “I’ll make sure to protect you if anything is out to get you.”

He nuzzles into you with a smile filled with sweet dreams, as he drifts off to sleep. After a while of listening to the ocean waves lap against the shore and feeling the slow steady breathing of the person next to you, you also find yourself lulled into the land of dreams.

~~~~~~

“You’re already skipping school. You might as well take the day off to relax and enjoy yourself,” you persuade, “Besides, would you leave your new friend behind to hang out at the beach by themselves?”

You look at Neige with playful and expectant eyes. He lets out a sigh and a small smile slips through, as he concedes. 

“I suppose taking one day off wouldn’t hurt.”

You give a cheer.

“Race you to the ocean!” you shout, scrambling to your feet. 

Neige squeaks in surprise, before he latches onto your ankle, tripping you. Landing on your hands with a small oof, Neige rushes past.

“Ok, pretty boy! I see how it is,” you cackle. 

Launching yourself from the ground into a runner’s sprint, you catch up to him. Wrapping your arms around Neige’s waist, you use your momentum to spin him around a couple of times before flinging him in the opposite direction of the coast. He screeches at the unexpected attack and begins laughing as he stumbles back, trying to regain his balance. Without hesitation, you turn back to the destination and bolt toward the finish line. 

The tempered ocean water hits your feet, slowing you down, as you raise your fists and cheer.

Neige jogs over with a stuttering laugh.

“Alright, alright, you win. Are you happy?” He asks with a grin.

“Immensely,” you beam.

~~~~~~

“We’ll have a [favorite ice cream/gelato flavor] and biscoff gelato, please,” you order from the ice cream parlor you found. 

The man behind the counter nods with a smile and begins scooping out your request. Neige’s eyes are wide as they turn to you.

“You don’t have to pay for mine,” he insists, pulling out his wallet. 

You stop his movements by putting a hand over his.

You hold eye contact with him, as you say, “I like and want to spoil you. You’re sweet, so getting you something sweet only makes sense. Please let me do this.”

Neige’s face heats up and you watch his brain malfunction for a few seconds, before turning away. You take the opportunity to pull out your card and give it to the owner of the shop, paying for your snacks. 

“That’s so sweet of you to pay for your boyfriend like that,” the owner comments, swiping your card.

Grinning, you wrap an arm around Neige’s waist, tugging him closer to you. 

“Yeah, he doesn’t treat himself that often, so I have to make sure he gets what he deserves,” you answer, winking at Neige.

Neige’s hand rushes to cover his blush as it spreads to the tips of his ears. The owner coos at you two, handing you your ice creams and card. You thank him on your way out, still attached at the hip with a flustered Neige. 

~~~~~~

The magic wheel zooms through the streets of Sage’s Island, and the sun casts a golden glow on you and Neige. He’s pressed right up against your back, clinging onto your waist. It’s warm and comforting. You’ve been riding aimlessly together for about half an hour, but seeing the sun setting, you figure you should take him home. 

Sneaking a glance at your companion, you watch his wide-eyed gaze explore the mountainous scenery. You smile before speeding up. You feel Neige’s chest move with twinkling laughter. He squeezes you tighter and leans in. Today has been a far better day than expected.

The sun has partially set in the sky as you pull up to the gates of the Royal Swords Academy. Putting the vehicle in park, you dismount the wheel, before offering your hand to help Neige off. 

“Here you go, sweetheart,” you say with a wink. 

Neige’s breath catches, as a hand comes to block his mouth in embarrassment. He places his other hand in yours, using it to get off. With both feet on the ground, he looks at you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky. You might as well have, you note, as the stars begin to peek out.

“When will I see you again? I want to see you again,” he pleads.

You blink in surprise at such a bold statement, before chuckling. 

“Well, I can come back tomorrow if you want me to. You know I have the week off,” you offer with a fond smile.

“Really?! You would do that? That wouldn’t ruin your vacation, would it?” he clarifies at a rapid pace.

You laugh, leaning against the magic wheel. 

“Honestly, Neige, if I didn’t leave NRC’s campus, I’d probably get dragged into some kind of shenanigans with Ace, Deuce, and Grim,” you explain, “I love them, but they’re a handful and I want a break. I would much rather hang out with you. It’s more peaceful and relaxing. Besides, I had a lot of fun today and I like getting to know you.” 

Neige’s mouth opens in a small oh, as his gaze softens. He clasps his hands in front of his heart, simply gazing at you. For a few moments, you just hold each other’s gaze, content and comfortable in the silence. You reach out to tuck a loose strand of hair away from Neige’s face. You let your hand linger, cupping his cheek and rubbing your thumb against it. His eyes droop and he nuzzles into your hold. Unable to resist, you draw him closer and loop an arm around his waist, before remembering–

“Your beret,” you murmur, “Let me get it for you.”

Moving to open one of the compartments on the magic wheel, you grab Neige’s hat only to settle back into the space in front of him. Placing the beret on his head, you let him adjust it. As he finishes, you notice unfamiliar red lettering along the border. Leaning in, you take a closer look.

“Someday my princess will come,” you quote.

Smiling, you continue, “Mmm, that’s cute. That sounds like something you would say, Neige.”

Your thumb runs over the embroidery, following every swirl of cursive on the beret. Your eyes flicker down to his to realize that you’re rather close. You can’t help but take a peek at his lips. They’re red, just like when you first met him, but this time they're slightly parted. You find yourself locking eyes with Neige’s brown ones once again, drawn together like magnets. Neige presses his body more snugly against you, watching for any signs of discomfort, as he rests his hands on your hips. You play with his lapel, before moving up to his shoulders and finally wrapping your arms around his neck. You give a playful smile, as you draw closer, and you feel Neige’s quiet laughter against your lips. Eyes sliding shut, you lean in. 

Before you can kiss, however–

“Neige, Neige! There you are!” 

“Do you know how much you made us worry?”

“We couldn’t find you after you ran out of the dorm– *achoo*!”

“And you–you left your phone at the dorm, so we had no way to contact you!”

“We looked everywhere in the academy, *yawns* even my favorite napping place.” 

“I can’t believe you skipped class. You should take us next time.”

“Toby, what are you talking about? We’re not supposed to skip class.” 

“Oops, sorry, I forgot.”

Neige lets out a whine, as his head falls against your shoulder. With the moment ruined, he hugs your waist tighter in protest. Laughing, you pat the poor boy’s shoulder, rubbing it soothingly. You take a look past him to identify the source of the shouts.

You spot seven short figures toddling their way over to the two of you from RSA’s gates. You’re unable to make out the fine details in the diminishing light, and instead opt to look back at Neige, his pitiful form still draped over you. These must be the seven dwarves that he was talking about earlier; the ones he grew up with. Based on their behavior, they seem to care about him just as much as Neige expressed his love and concern for them. You squeeze Neige tighter, grateful that he has a secure support network. He’s already been through a lot just based on what he’s told you so far.

Neige lets out another groan of despair, as you turn your full attention back towards him. Feeling a bit playful, you bring your face right next to his ear.

“I won’t let you go without a little something,” you tease.

Neige perks up, looking at you with wide and attentive eyes.

You chuckle at his reaction, murmuring that he’s cute, before leaning in to place a kiss on his cheek. He melts into your touch, gripping your waist tighter. Pulling away, you tap your own cheek with a quick wink. In the dim light, you’re barely able to make out the flush spreading across his face. His Adam's apple bobs, before he leans in to place a gentle kiss on your cheek. You giggle, and after a few seconds pull away.

“Enough to tide you over?” you question.

“...Barely,” he whispers, still stuck in the same spot, star-struck. 

“I trust your friends will make sure you get to your dorm safely?” you confirm, starting up the engine of the magic wheel. 

He nods.

“Good,” you smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Snow.”

“See you tomorrow, (Y/N),” he replies, before shaking out of his stupor and calling out, “Make sure to get home safe!”

You laugh, as you leave the Royal Swords Academy… at least for today.

“Thanks! Will do!” 

You’ll be back tomorrow. 

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #neige x reader #neige leblanche #neige leblanche x reader #twst neige x reader #twst neige #disney twisted wonderland #royal sword academy #twst rsa #fluff #romance #twst fanfic #soft boi #this took so long to finish #i'm so sleep deprived #worked on this instead of sleeping #clem writes #clem writes fanfics #i was planning on making this into a mini series #but idk anymore cause reader ends up coming onto neige at the end #can't handle the love triangle angst low key #reader insert #it would've been neige x reader x vil #i love vil though #he has his problems but like... don't we all #anyway love u! #can't believe you made it this far lol

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(Mostly) NSFW Headcanons Part III

Disclaimer: Slight spoilers so be warned. Just covering movies I have seen or characters I know enough about to judge. This is just for funsies, just my own personal opinions, so it’s totally okay if you disagree. Fully aware how much of an ass I’m being. Horny hater at my core.

Disco Pigs (2001) | Enda Walsh, Kirsten Sheridan - Darren

• starting out strong with THE freak of freaks

• not to state the obvious but.. possessive, dominating, jealous asf but also loyal asf

• Incel ass behavior, would definitely have a Reddit account, frequent user of 4chan.

• would jerk off to hentai titties if he could

• would probably ask you to do the ahegao face during sex…

On the Edge (2001) | John Carney - Jonathan Breech

• as much as he would hate to admit it.. hopeless romantic. Super devoted but would have an annoying tendency to flirt with other girls to see if you’d get jealous.

• honestly.. great first bf to have. Would absolutely destroy your perception of what love should be.. but hey isn’t that first loves?

• heavy breathing and moaning in your ear. Loves to give hickeys.

Sunburn (1999) | Nelson Hume - Davin McDerby

• oh davin… dead beat baby daddy fr.. loved his character arc regardless tho

• ngl probably absolute shit in bed. He screams premature ejaculator..

• has a porn addiction, but would hide it from you

• would pick up edging and would talk about your sex life very openly with “the boys”

• loves sending nudes and nut vids if he had the chance

Intermission (2003) | John Crowley - John

• he has no qualms about saying it: you’re a whore 😌

• probably feels the need to be in charge and take control but really.. you’d be the one calling the shots mostly

• definitely the type to make stupid jokes during sex

• whiny, would definitely triple text if you didn’t respond fast enough

• still a cutie ofc

• jealousy is his middle name

Girl with the Pearl Earring (2003) | Peter Webber - Pieter

• breeding kink but not in the fun way. Breeding kink in the way where he would wanna fuck like rabbits and procreate like rabbits.

• would want you to have like 6 of his kids is what I’m saying

• acts like he’s touch starved half the time, really handsy, likes to tease and leave kisses all over you

• knows how to handle his meat

At Deaths Door (1999) | Conor Morrissey - Young Reaper

• this one is just for shits and giggles

• it’s giving virgin, inexperienced but passionate

• shy asf, again you’d probably have to make the first move

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy characters #cillian murphy headcanons #cillian murphy gif #davin mcderby #sunburn #reaper shit fr #on the edge #disco pigs #darren from disco pigs #girl with a pearl earring #butcher taking care of business #enda walsh #intermission movie #forgive me for I have sinned #okay I’m done rambling now #thank you for reading you’re a doll

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Hi! I love your Good Omens fics<33 *sends you little cut out paper hearts*

May I request an Aziraphale and nonbinary reader? where Azi fell in love with them and always becomes a cute, blushed babbling mass around them?

(I just want fluff after that season ending:’) )

notes: thank you for the love & the paper hearts *hangs them on my wall* I paired you up together hope that’s ok !

words: 1.4k

pairing: aziraphale x reader

rating: T

tags: mild claustrophobia; mutual pining

Aziraphale is in love, and Crowley is annoyed.

Not that he’s annoyed about the love, per se, they’re immortal beings after all - occasionally they end up developing feelings for humans. It’s not unheard of. Aziraphale has had his share of infatuations, but the problem is he very rarely acts on them. Just makes puppy eyes at someone for fifty years, and then they die.

So when Crowley sees how Aziraphale is around you, he knows the angel is going through the same steps again.

There you are, every week, doing your delivery. Looking “rather smart” in your postie’s uniform, as Aziraphale once remarked. Arms full of parcels and a smile plastered on your face. You clearly like him back, it’s obvious, but neither of you will bloody talk to each other about it.

Aziraphale becomes a bit pathetic around you. Crowley would tease him for it, if he didn’t know he was already agonising over every interaction after you’ve gone anyway.

“Good morning, Mr Fell!”

You call out as you gently nudge the door open with your boot. You’re holding a stack of parcels using your chin as a wedge to keep them in place, lest the pile topple over and litter the shop floor. Aziraphale gets out of his chair - where he’s been sitting for the past hour, waiting to hear the sound of your engine like a child might wait for the trill of an ice cream van - and skitters over to help.

“My dear, let me help you with those–”

“Oh, it’s alright! I’ve got strong arms. Just show me where you’d like it.” You pause, then quickly correct: “Them! I mean, like them.”

From the corner of the room, behind his gossip magazine, Crowley rolls his eyes.

“Just in the stockroom here, thank you.”

“Gosh, you are ordering a lot of books lately, Mr Fell.”

Crowley bites back the urge to comment that he’s doing it in order to see you. One week you were off sick and a different postie covered your route, and Aziraphale was miserable about it for days.

“Well, I am a bookseller!” - lies - “And please, my dear, I’ve asked you to call me Aziraphale.”

“Alright,” you say, shyly, but you never do.

The angel’s cheeks go a rosy colour as he signs for his packages, and Crowley can tell he’s desperately trying to think of a way to get you to stay for a bit longer. His normally erudite friend is reduced to blabbering awkwardness around you.

“Actually I was just boiling the kettle, would you like some?”

A beat, then Aziraphale looks mortified.

“Tea! Would you like some tea?”

“What is this, a bloody Carry On film?” Crowley mutters under his breath. You don’t seem to hear him, and if Aziraphale does he pointedly ignores the comment.

“Oh,” you say, looking perhaps a little disappointed at the correction, but recovering quickly, “I can probably spare ten minutes before I need to get going. I’d love a cup, please.”

Crowley watches the two of you engage in idle, unimportant chatter, and the way you stare at the other when you think they aren’t looking, the brush of fingers as mugs are passed, the affectionate smiles. It’s maudlin. It’s saccharine. 

Aziraphale manages to stumble his way through ten minutes of conversation with you despite his nervousness, and it makes Crowley nauseous. When you finally have to say goodbye the angel looks like a kicked puppy, and he follows you to the bloody door to see you off, and then starts making a list of what else he can order to make sure you’re back next week.

It’s been this way for months, this repeated pattern of dancing around each other. And it’s getting dull. 

Crowley snaps his magazine shut. If neither of you will make the first move, he will.

📕

“Where would you like them today, Mr Fell?”

“Same as always, my dear. Stockroom!” 

He holds the door open for you and you haul the ridiculous pile in with surprising strength. Crowley waits until you’re both fully inside, Aziraphale showing you where the delivery needs to go, and quite suddenly a gust of wind slams the door shut behind you both (and somehow manages to lock it).

You yelp, dropping the parcels all over the floor.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry Mr Fell, let me–”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, it made me jump too! Here, I’ll help…”

The two of you get to your knees, gathering up parcels and stacking them neatly on one of the tables. The room is not large, a couple of metres left in space maybe, every other inch being taken up by books; so when you both stand up you’re rather close.

Aziraphale looks into your eyes. Your heart skips a beat. You want to say something, anything, but instead you chicken out and reach for the door handle.

It’s stuck.

“Oh, erm,” you say, rattling it harder. Aziraphale frowns.

“Let me have a go, hang on.”

But the outcome is the same. The door is locked. Aziraphale knows it didn’t lock on its own, but he can’t really miracle it open while you’re right there. Instead he knocks hard on the door.

“Erm, Crowley, are you out there?”

“Oh dear, Aziraphale, is something the matter?” comes the reply from the bookshop.

“Yes,” the angel answers through gritted teeth, “by some terrible luck the door has gotten stuck. Can you be a dear and find the key for me? Should be in the desk drawer.”

“Alright, I’m having a look for it now,” says Crowley, as he walks over the road to go and get a coffee.

Aziraphale turns back to you, ready to assure you that you’ll be freed soon, only to find you looking very peculiar.

“My dear, are you quite alright?”

“Ah, sorry. I’m, erm, not great when I’m trapped in small spaces,” you tell him, eyes darting wildly, looking for a way out and coming up empty.

Aziraphale swallows. You do look quite worried. Crowley had better be quick. (Crowley is currently ordering a large americano and taking a seat in the corner of the coffee shop).

“Can I help?”

“Can I–” you wince a little, “gosh, this is so unprofessional, can I please ask you to hold me? Having someone rub my back calms me down. You don’t have to, of course, just–”

You don’t need to ask twice. Aziraphale steps forward and takes you into his arms. You fit perfectly, and feel just like he always imagined you would: soft but sturdy, the most wonderful shape against him. His hand is unsure at first, running up and down your back lightly, but when he feels you relax into him he renews the gesture with gusto.

“Thank you. Sorry, I feel very silly.”

“You have nothing to apologise for. I’m sure Crowley will get us out of here lickety-split.”

“Mr Fell?”

“Aziraphale, please.”

“Aziraphale…” it’s the first time you’ve actually used his name, and he’s pleased as punch to hear it fall from your lips, “may I ask you a question?”

“Anything.”

“Do you actually sell the books you buy, or just order them to see me?”

There’s a beat, and Aziraphale freezes.

“It's just because whenever I drop off new packages I always notice you never unpack the old ones, so I thought…”

“Erm.”

“It’s alright if you do. To tell you a secret, I always rush my route so that I can spare the time to have a cup of tea with you. It’s my favourite part of the week.”

“Oh. It’s mine too.”

And suddenly he’s not comforting you, he’s embracing you, and you’re returning the gesture. You readjust your position so you can look up into his face, and he finds you have the softest eyes.

“I don’t suppose you’d like to go out for dinner?”

You light up.

“I’d love that. Are you free tonight?”

“Call it seven?”

“Sounds… perfect.”

When you reach to kiss him, he finds your lips are soft too. So he kisses you again. And again.

📕

Crowley comes back forty minutes later with a little pastry in a bag for Aziraphale, to say sorry for locking him in. A wave of his hand at the door means he doesn’t even need to bother with finding the key, and he throws it open, hoping to find you finally properly talking.

Well, turns out your mouths are a bit busy for that.

Snogging. Snogging is what’s happening. Your hand is buried in Aziraphale’s curls, tongue firmly pressing against his. Aziraphale has a hand full of your arsecheek and has lifted you a bit so that you can wrap your leg around his calf, letting you caress him a bit with your foot. His waistcoat is undone, your shirt is untucked from your shorts. Both of you are a bit of a mess.

Crowley opens his mouth to speak, can’t find the heart to interrupt, and gently closes the door again.

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#aziraphale x reader #good omens x reader #ineffable husbands x reader #michael sheen x reader #request

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Here we go: a selkie reader making a deal with Azul and using his seal coat as collateral. Bonus if Azul has to do research on selkies once homeboy leaves.

Azul: "Jade I need you to run to the library and get everything you can find on Selkies!"

Have full creative freedom! (I just love selkies and it makes me sad when people try to ignore the whole coat gimmick that's super important to them!) NSFW or SFW go nuts!

Yuu is Killed

Yuu has hair mentioned and is a selkie. They’re a ray of dumb sunshine like Kalim to make this hurt more The first year squad are all homies before ch 3

“You won't get away with this Azul! I swear to the seven!” Ace snarls at Azul as he is forcibly escorted out of the headmage's office by Deuce who is shaking in silent rage. “Watch yer back!” Epel shouts, face red and flustered as Crowley forcefully pushes him out of the room followed by an enraged Sebek.

“Curse you Azul! It's all your fault!” The fae shouts as he's escorted out by Jack, cradling a crying Ortho, in shock over the news. Jack shot the trio a wordless glare as he rushed out with Ortho in one arm and Sebek's hand in his own as the man shakes in pure hatred. Azul shook as well, but this time, in fear and grief.

“Azul. You are very lucky that that student had no home or family to speak of. Because of this, and also because it has nothing to do with the blackmail you have on me, I will allow all three of you to continue your education here. Under one condition.” Crowley paused, for once in his life being serious. “ You get rid of the anemones once and for all. That is what started this.” 

“Y-yes, sensei… I understand…” Azul trailed off in a daze. Nothing felt real at all. He… He didn’t mean it! He truly didn’t! Yuu had to be alive! he couldn't imagine it any other way! H-he was just talking to them yesterday! They couldn’t be dead! His little ‘gang’ was just that: A few young adults causing some mischief! Nothing more! It wasn’t ever supposed to go as far as it did. Never as far as this! 

The tear-stained and solemn look on the usually cheerful Floyd’s face cemented reality. Jade’s genuine frown and glossy eyes showed that even he was shaken up. Yuu was dead. And it was all. Their. Fault. Crowley dismissed them hastily, and the group took their leave.

Azul was going to rip up every single one of the contracts to get rid of the guilt as he mulls over what happened. He remembers their conversation just the other day as well. Such a bright, young student. Gone.

***

“Ah, evening there Yuu…”

“Hmm?” The prefect tilted their head as they turned around to face the trio where they stood in the hallway. Floyd to the left and Jade to right with Azul standing in the center. An obvious attempt at intimidation that went over the ‘magicless’ students head as they brush down the oversized fur coat they wear. 

“Oh, it’s you three!” Yuu says cheerfully, pulling out a thermos from their bag, before turning their full attention to Azul. And yet, at the time he only smirked at them, seeing them as nothing more than easy prey. What a fool he was to not recognize the gem of a person that stood in front of him. Jade and Floyd stole a few glances at each other.

“As you are aware, finals are tomorrow.” Yuu nodded. “Yup I’m quite nervous since I’m not from this realm, but I’m sure I’ll be fine. Oh! And you all as well!” Oh, what a bright smile they had…

“What if I can guarantee you a good score, Yuu? In fact—“ “Oh sorry! I can't study with you guys.” Floyd snorted. “Huh?” Yuu frowned slightly. “I'm much too busy with my study session with Deuce, and then there’s Grim, so yeah, sorry.” How hardworking they were…

Azul was taken aback for a moment before clearing his throat before the other two could interject. “No you misunderstand, I was going to make a deal with you and offer you a study guide.” “For the test?” Yuu asked just to be interrupted by Floyd with a ‘duh.’

Yuu just chuckles. “Seems the rumors are true. You’re a hard worker Azul.” Azuls expression turned to disbelief before he preened himself, “That I am.” “However, I am afraid I cannot accept this study guide. You have put a lot of work into it, I cannot imagine using it without having earned it. ‘Sides I do better studying on my own.” Yuu put their hands in their large, oversized coat pockets, messy hair adding to their charm of them. If it was real fur, Azul notes, it must have been really expensive.

“No, no, you will pay me back in time-“ “Sorry Azul, I don't have much money since this world has different currency.” Jade and Floyd were now snickering at Azul’s failed attempts to hook this student into a contract. “Plus I would forget to go over it. Anyways…” Yuu said, shaking their thermos in their hand before pulling something out from their bag., “Want some hot cocoa? I would have offered coffee, but the juniors were just lining up for it since it's the night before exams, I guess they’re gonna cram tonight.”

“Oh! Oh!” I want some!” Floyd shouted. “You’re… giving out hot cocoa?” Jade asked, amusedly. Yuu just nodded. “Made some cocoa and some coffee for my class but still have a lot of cocoa leftover. Want a cup?” “Sure.” Jade replied. “And you Azul?” 

Azul crossed his arms, “No thank you.” Yuu nodded and pulled out a few containers, looking closely, Azul can see that the cups were made of plants— leaves to be specfic. As Yuu poured out some cocoa into the strange containers, Azul interrogated them. “You’re giving out free drinks?” “Of course?” “Youre not charging for it all?” “Nope!” Yuus sincere smile made him sick, “I know not everyone can afford it and I made a lot anyways, so I'm giving it away.”

Yuu handed over the first cup to Floyd who squealed before taking a sip. “Those cups…” “I made them out of a type of non-toxic leaf that doesn't affect the flavor at all!” Yuu poured another glass for Jade who nodded and took it from them politely.”I’m so used to seeing plastic on the ocean floor, I was sick of it, so I made a few biodegradable alternatives… The ocean is my love after all, it hurts to see it polluted.” They frown.

Before Azul could even ask, Yuu cut him off for the final time that night. “In any case, get some rest tonight you three. Your mind needs to rest if you want to do your best, after all! Especially you Azul.” “Me?” Azul asked, as Yuu leaned in close to his face. “Yup! You work too hard sometimes, you know? We all see it…” 

They tucked a strand of hair behind his ear before letting go.“anyways… Bye guys!” Yuu waved, walking off into the hallway, leaving Azul confused as ever…

***

Then came the day. The day before it all went to shit. The last day he would see Yuus bright face. A bright, hopeful face so full of love and knowledge. A true sweetheart much like Kalim. 

As expected of Azul’s plan, Crowley sent Yuu after him with his most recent exploits. Now it was up to Yuu to stop his plan, unaware how they fell right into his trap. A simple deal was all it was supposed to be, Yet Yuu was determined as ever to barter. Azul always admired their fiery attitude.

“I agree to your terms on one condition!” He smirked so cruelly at them, who didn't deserve it. “Oh?” “I will give you my pelt instead, and you are only allowed to take my dorm after three days if I fail! Got it?” “And remind me, why would I want your pelt?” Yuu just tilted their head at him.

“Because it has all my magic in it…” Yuu stated. “I am a selkie. Our power is in our pelts! Without it, well, it's just important to us.” Yuu trailed off, taking off their fluffy coat, shaking the whole way, yet brave as ever they held it out to him. “Do we have a deal?” They ask.

***

Selkie pelts… selkie pelts… It only took a few quick searches on his phone to understand the significance of them. Without their pelt, a selkie is never allowed in the sea again. Oh this was rich. Utterly perfect. 

They would not be able to even go anywhere near the ocean to fill out their part of the deal! Azul wore a wicked smirk as he gave the order to the twins. He was winning this contract easily.

 “Jade, Floyd? Go keep an eye on Yuu. You know the drill…”

The two eels gave a slimy smile. “Yes boss…”

***

Azul was none the wiser of what was happening underwater. As far as he was concerned, it was an easy win. He wasn't aware of the fight Yuu had to put up the second they stepped into the coral sea. As they waded through the ocean depths with their friends. 

The sea was suffocating even with the potion, as the waves and riptides tried to tear Yuu to shreds for even entering the water they were now exiled from without their pelt. All they had to do was to hang on a bit longer… Push a little harder. WIth their friends by their side that would be no problem. Jack and Ace helped to support the, as Deuce made sure their breathing was normal.

All they had to do was hang in a little longer and grab that photo. From there all will be well and they can head back and get their pelt again! It was going well until a certain pair of eels came around.

With a blast of magic, the eels stopped the group where they stood, with the only way to continue being to fight. They ruined everything. As the battle dragged out, the ocean’s water became even more suffocating to Yuu as they fought to even stand without keeling over in pain, the water practically crushing them.

With a final blow from the wand, Floyd sent out a weak water spell… that ricocheted off of Jacks spell and aimed directly at Yuu. At most all the spell could do was knock them out, however Yuu was a selkie in forbidden territory. Water was deadly to them. The instant the spell made contact with their skin, they crumpled. 

For a minute they held their throat in pain, crying out. Air bubbles escaped their throat. Were they drowning? “Yuu!” Ace shrieked rushing to them, battle forgotten. The eels tensed up before diving down to check on Yuu. Despite their fight, they didn't want to truly hurt anyone.

Yuu’s tears merged with the ocean around them. As Jade went to grab them to take them up to the surface it was too late. The second Jade went to touch Yuu they dissolved right in his hands. All that remained was sea foam.

Yuu was gone. Forever. And it would haunt the trio for the rest of their lives. They killed someone. A genuine and kind someone. Someone who made the world a better place, now snuffed out, forever. And they would have to live with the guilt and the looks of absolute hatred from Jack and the rest of their friends, forever.

As seafoam washed against the island shore. They hoped that could see Yuu once more.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #angst #monster mc #monster reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech #jade leech x reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader

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Thy Soft Response

While AO3 is down, I'll be sharing a short daily fic here in the interests of both keeping my mental health stable and providing stories to tide everyone over ❤️

T, 832 words

Sometimes, nightmares still fucked up Crowley’s sleep. Flashes of cruelty, of torture. Of humans doing terrible things to each other. Of humans, other demons, or angels doing horrible things to him.

This had been one of those nights. He’d barely managed any sleep, the terror invading every time he dropped off.

But when he startled awake again, drenched in sweat, it was to gentle murmuring. Words of love whispered into kisses against his brow, his temple, his cheek. Plump fingers skating across the bare skin of his arm, tracing little hearts.

Although the screams of the nightmares still clung to him, echoing in the past, Crowley smiled into the well-padded softness of Aziraphale’s chest. “Angel.”

“It’s me, my dear, right here. You’re perfectly safe.” The warm fingers slid down, brushing against the back of his hand in a familiar question. Crowley turned his hand over into the reassuring, calming hold. “Goodness, this has been a difficult night for you. More bad dreams?”

“Yeah, s’ not ideal. But you know me, love a good dose of adrenaline first thing in the morning.” Crowley managed to put a sardonic note in his voice. It kept out the quavering fear that still lurked nearby.

“I think there are better ways of cultivating adrenaline, dear boy.” Aziraphale tickled his side, very gently. Just enough to make him grin and wriggle in protest, not enough to make him panic. “We could indulge in some of those overdramatic car chases, if you like. Or something with spaceships.”

“Hn.” Normally, Crowley was always onboard with Bond, sci-fi, or any fun action film. But he still felt a little fragile right now. And after a decade of marriage to Aziraphale, it was getting easier to admit to his moments of vulnerability and let his angel take care of him.

Although he wasn’t sure what sounded better than a film. There were loads of options, tons of things that would probably make him feel calmer. The trouble was picking from those countless options.

But Aziraphale just held him as he thought about it, fingers twining with Crowley’s. Another sweet, tender kiss against his brow turned into a whispered, barely audible, “I love you.”

Smiling, Crowley snuggled closer. He tugged his hand free in favor of wrapping his arms around Aziraphale’s softness and holding onto him. He was so warm, so real.

The strong arms gathered Crowley closer, and he shut his eyes with a long breath. Aziraphale was tracing hearts with one finger again, this time in the small of his back. It almost tickled, but not quite.

The best thing about thing, about these quiet moments, was that Crowley could feel Aziraphale’s love at full strength. He always felt it, a field of devotion and affection that blanketed the whole of the cottage and its grounds. But here, in the stillness with nothing to distract them, it was strong enough to chase away any troubles, any fears.

Even the nightmares seemed far away now, far in the past. Lingering fear evaporated in the face of Aziraphale’s steadfast love. There was nothing for Crowley to be scared of now, not when he was in his husband’s arms.

“Not sure what I wanna do,” he finally said as he tried to think through some options.

Could go out in the garden together, pick flowers for each other and laugh at the antics of their ducks and chickens. Or they could take the Bentley for a drive, maybe go to the beach and collect seashells. Or they could head out on the walking trails that adjoined the property, vanish into the gorgeous hills of the South Downs, and walk hand in hand all damn day.

Aziraphale hummed contentedly as Crowley snuggled closer. “Well, it is rather obvious to me what you’d like to do, if I may make a suggestion?”

“Mm,” Crowley agreed.

Aziraphale brushed light, careful kisses to his head, his neck. One hand slid up, curling protectively around the back of Crowley’s neck and holding him close. “I think you wish to stay right here for the time being. There’s no need for you to try sleeping again, with how badly that’s been going, but you are welcome to as many snuggles as you can bear.”

“Hhhngh. I can bear a lot of snuggles.” Cheeks warming with faint embarrassment, Crowley buried his face in the softness of Aziraphale’s neck. “I don’t really feel like talking. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay, my dearest,” Aziraphale said with an earnestness that banished any lingering doubts or insecurities. “You must never feel as though you’re obligated to chatter away, or to do anything that you don’t want to do.”

Crowley didn’t feel obligated at all, and he demonstrated that by kissing Aziraphale’s shoulder in thanks rather than answering. He curled up in the reassuring embrace, closing his eyes. The screams of the nightmares still echoed, far off in the distance, but in time they would fade away and be replaced by peaceful quiet.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #emotional hurt/comfort

[nightgoodomens]

OK, so somebody may have already had this theory, but I haven't seen it elsewhere yet. Is there a version where Aziraphale knows exactly what he needs to say to prevent Crowley from following him to heaven and that's why EVERYTHING he says in the last scene is so completely wrong and awful? Where Crowley being alive and safe is so much more important than Crowley being happy that Aziraphale will break his heart rather than let him be endangered? That Crowley staying himself is more important to Aziraphale than having to solve the Second Coming problem on his own? And it's hard and he almost can't do it. But he does it.

I think I’ve seen variety of this theory here and there and to be fair I quite like it. It seems to be getting backlash because oh fans want Aziraphale to have the character development and it makes sense with things he previously said and people keep on talking about his trauma BUT…

1. I think this trauma talk is overdone. Ok he was brainwashed because he’s an Angel. But he also spent 6 thousands years on Earth with Crowley who never forced any ideas on him but it’s shown that he kept on showing him reality. Also traumatised by what? It’s Crowley who was kicked out of his home and tortured for asking questions instead of blindly following. If anyone can have any trauma here it is him. And trauma gives no right to Aziraphale to act like an ass, to be fair, especially to the only creature there that was 99% of the time kind to him. Crowley is incredibly kind considering the shit he went through so what excuse does Aziraphale have? There comes a point when you’re choosing your delusion. But maybe talking without thinking is just part of his character? Nobody is perfect.

2. This whole trauma talk doesn’t make sense to me because Aziraphale is clearly shown being head over heels in love with Crowley and wanting to be with him open and proud - he doesn’t care what Heaven or Hell has to say about it. That bitchy cocky eyebrow gave me life. Or he’s at least secure enough to think that Heaven and Hell wouldn’t care to check anymore. Or that he and Crowley have been acting like a couple for years now and Heaven and Hell did not do anything so let’s call it what it is. I don’t think him flirting with Crowley thorough S2 is trying to find out if Crowley loves him back - he knows he does - this is just trying to make them official and slowly easing Crowley into it, testing the waters - if he will have a problem with it. I think feelings have been made clear in 1941. This is just making them official after saying “you’re too fast for me, Crowley” - Aziraphale is making the move because he stopped them last time.

3. Aziraphale made some not the best comments thorough the years but let’s remember these were the times when they were meeting once every many, many years. Now compare to S2 - he threw a bit of a fit when Crowley didn’t do what he wanted - that IS that one thing I believe he needs to snap out of (character development wise), because he has such a God way of bashing Crowley if he doesn’t do what he wants. BUT. Apart from it Aziraphale has been a gem to Crowley. He’s looking at him like at a picture, he’s touching him, talking about their existence together, he’s saying my bookshop is your bookshop, let’s share Bentley too, he’s so happy when he’s back from the trip and sees Crowley (and gets shoved plants in his face whoops). And checks out Crowley’s butt. We all saw that. He keeps on showing Crowley that they’re together. Crowley keeps on underling that they aren’t because I think he’s so set on “you’re going too fast for me Crowley” that he dissociated himself from the idea of them being together and Aziraphale knows that’s why he’s trying to show him it’s okay now. Is Aziraphale absolutely perfect in everything he does/says? No, but nobody is perfect. What’s important is that he’s trying and it’s so obvious he’s trying to make them official and how much he loves Crowley.

4. And then suddenly bang. After 6 episodes of basically screaming “I love you” we’re back to BE AN ANGEL. BE MY SECOND IN COMMAND. YOU ARE THE BAD GUYS. And I just… holy shit what the fuck happened?

5. Now, Crowley is gobsmacked because he didn’t hear that bullshit in a long time. I’m pretty sure he expects Aziraphale to at least know him well enough to know that he’d never go back to Heaven. Yet Aziraphale is shaking from excitement and then spews all the other bullshit AND even ignores Crowley’s CONFESSION - that he waited so desperately for!

6. There is no way. No chance. It’s like Aziraphale did a 180 turn suddenly.

7. Oh but he thought he’s doing the right thing! He just wanted Crowley to be safe in Heaven - now we can be split here - On one hand Aziraphale is no idiot, but he also can be foolish when it comes to Heaven. Ok maybe that’s it. BUT.

8. Then we will have to agree that Aziraphale is really foolish enough to think Metatron is trustworthy after everyyyyyything. But I don’t think he trusts him. You know why?

9. Aziraphale looks terrified when he walks away from Metatron. His brain is working on overdrive. Why isn’t he jumping in happiness on the way to Crowley if it’s such a good news?

10. Why does Aziraphale keeps on looking towards the window? If he trusts Metatron so much, why is he looking “behind his back”?

11. Aziraphale can be seen as excited and happy or maybe he’s really talking shit and pretending to be happy, like others noticed he acts the same as during the scenes where he lies.

12. So maybe he is using all the things that he knows will hurt Crowley to make him leave.

13. But, but… There is that moment he kisses back and nearly tells Metatron to fuck off so he can run after Crowley and kiss him again. Maybe for a moment he thinks ah fuck making Heaven better, he just wants Crowley. But he bites his tongue and chooses his duty.

14. On the other hand if Aziraphale said all of it because he simply thought Crowley will be happy… Maybe he really is still too deep in Heaven. Maybe that’s why he thought wrong. I don’t think he thinks of Crowley less because he’s a Demon because he was ready to marry him on the spot when becoming an Angel wasn’t an option. But the things he said, from Crowley’s side, really could have been taken so wrong. Did he actually mean for them to be though?

15. So anyway… who the fuck knows honestly.

#NightGoodOmens answers

[estravenlover]

crowley shows aziraphale love in very obvious and clear ways like essentially being at aziraphale’s beck and call and outwardly professing his love every few decades. aziraphale does not do this and crowley takes that to mean aziraphale does not Love Him Back. but thats not true! aziraphale also thinks his own displays of love are very obvious and clear. this is because aziraphale has learned in heaven that love is Suffering and there is no greater suffering than hurting the one you love to protect them. like aziraphale KNOWS crowley loves him and he thinks crowley knows that!! that’s why it hurts aziraphale’s feelings when crowley makes overt confessions of love that aziraphale has to reject. crowley thinks “I am laying all of my self on the ground before you. I am here to live or die by your hand. I’d rather exist for you or not at all. I love you more than I love anything in this universe. I love you more than I love myself and I would put myself in any harms way and through any suffering to have a mere moment making you smile.” and aziraphale is so hurt by this because he thinks “I love you more than anything in this universe, including our happiness. If you refuse to love yourself enough to keep yourself safe I will keep you safe. I won’t let you kill yourself for me. I would rather bring you and I unspeakable suffering if it means you’re safe. I love you and I show you this by keeping you safe. you must know I love you through this.” And crowley is like “I don’t know.” HE DOESNT KNOW!!!!! AZIRAPHALE HE DOESNT KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#AZIRAPHALE HE DOENST KNOW TELL HIM!!!!!!!!!!!! #religious trauma is thinking love is suffering #🤪 #my post #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens #crowley good omens #aziraphale good omens #aziraphale #crowley

[ourflagmeansheartbreak]

Crowley’s last letter to Aziraphale

“I’ve had some holy water left”

Dear Angel,

I heard about Heaven. It seems you’re doing wonders! Well, I never doubt that. Not even for a second. They’re lucky to have you. Anyone would be. I’m more than happy to hear how well things are going, I really am! They’d be lost without you. As am I

I’m sorry for only contacting you now and I promise to never contact you again, but I thought you should know. I want you to follow your lucky star, Angel, and it’s a shame I can’t see them for you. I was never able to, I don’t think I was able even back at the Heaven, certainly not after I saw you. Somehow you were bigger and brighter and more beautiful than anything I could have ever imagined, anything I could have ever created. And since I can’t see the sky, I followed you as my guiding star. And that wasn’t fair to you, no, it certainly wasn’t. I can see that now and you must forgive me for taking so long to realise. I’ve always been blindsided to the most obvious things.

I’ve had some holy water left. I stared at the bottle for what seemed like hours if not days. Weeks, perhaps. Time got a little blurry after you left. I stared at it and it seemed like it wanted to tell me something that I just… couldn’t understand. In a language I wasn’t fluent in. So I tried to look at it the way you would. And I see it now, it’s funny. Holy water, it’s… it’s a sign of life, of new beginnings, of all things sacred! Something that was home for me long time ago. And I know you want me to be that Angel again, but… I couldn’t be. I can still remember screaming as I fell, the pain of my wings burning as I plummeted through the skies. Funny thing, it was the last time I remember seeing stars in the sky. Even then they couldn’t compare to you. Nothing ever could.

Isn’t it funny, though? I fell and as I was burning and screaming in agony I was… I was still thinking of you. And I knew, then, I really did. Part of me wanted to never tell you, so you could only see your guiding star and reach for heavens where you belong. Part of me wanted to leave you blind and deaf, leave you thinking I never loved you, so you would never be distracted, never be tempted. Because I know, I’m a demon. There could’ve never been an “us”. But that didn’t stop my dark demon heart from hoping. I never needed heaven because the hope you gave me was bigger than anything god could ever promise. I found home within you, I found peace. And I held onto it, perhaps for too long. And that wasn’t fair to me, no it wasn’t.

So I decided to give myself a new beginning. A clean slate. I hid the memories of past 6000 years somewhere safe, far away. Perhaps I’ll go to Paris, haven’t been there ever since Van Gogh. I’m not sure yet. Next time you’ll see me I won’t remember you, I won’t recall your name. And I am sorry about it, but I think it��s the only way.

Although I’m afraid love like this cannot be forgotten; I’m afraid my atoms will recognise yours. Such disgusting, rotten love, like falling canines, something out of control, something that exists outside space and time. Something with the power to create and to destroy. You know, even Venus, the planet of love, destroyed itself. I’m afraid I’ll be pulled towards you, because against all odds some unstoppable force keeps bringing me back to you. I’m afraid one look at you and I’ll be back, falling through the skies again.

If that happens… don’t tell me. Rather leave me blind. I don’t think I could handle losing us one more time. That’s why I kept holy water in I know you won’t look for me anyways and that’s okay, I want you to follow your guiding star. I’m just sorry I couldn’t be one.

Thank you for forgiving me.

For the last time,

Yours,

Crowley

#good omens season 2 #good omens s2 #good omemes #goodomens crowley #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens bentley #good old fashioned lover boy #good ineffable omens #good omens #ineffable spouses #ineffable bureaucracy #ineffable idiots #ineffable lovers #ineffable partners #ineffable husbands #ineffable divorce #ineffable fandom #crowly x aziraphale #crowley #good omens aziracrow #aziracrow #aziraphale #azicrow #azirowley #ineffable wives #go #ao3 #writing

[yulin-pop]

Could you do the Lips sealed headcanons with Crowley, Crewel, Trein, Riddle, Lilia, Malleus, Floyd and Jade?

⤷ ✧ Keeping quiet

- order 35 | Headcanons | Riddle, Jade, Floyd, Lilia, Malleus, Crowley, Crewel, Trein

P.1 — VDC group+Neige

Gender neutral, platonic for the staff

Note: It’s fun writing interesting character traits. It’s one of my favorite types of things to write. Thank you for requesting!

Riddle Rosehearts

He never really noticed you never spoke, he assumed it was just being nervous but it became obvious that you don’t speak to anybody.

He wants you to use other forms of communication but gets confused with your gestures .

“Wait so, who broke one of the rules? Uhh tail… ears? Cross? No? Here just write it on a piece of paper.”

He wonders how you can go about everyday without speaking. But maybe he’s just sort of always yelling and got used it to it.

Jade Leech

He’s never encountered someone that never speaks. He’s met shy people but you’re not shy. You just don’t speak. He lets you communicate through gestures and notes.

He can tell what you want just by looking at you. He’s naturally good at reading people.

It seems like he doesn’t care but he’s intrigued. He wants to know why. Why won’t you speak? Are you nervous? He concludes it’s out of anxiousness. Which would be right on the money.

Floyd Leech

He’s just as you’d expect. He always has something to pick on no matter who it is. Of course for you, it’s because you don’t speak.

“Shrimpy, how come you never speak?” He said while leaning forward to get close to your face.

His pestering is never ending and it’s not like you can run or fight him. Your only options are to avoid him or deal with it.

“I’m gonna squeeze you!”

“Floyd, don’t do that to the prefect…” Azul commands. “Sorry about that.”

Lilia Vanrouge

He’s one of the more understanding people. He wants to ask why but decides to just observe you first. He gets your message through with gestures, expression, and notes.

You may or may not catch him just staring at you. His gaze is soft and even loving but its undoubtedly creepy no matter how sweet it is.

He can translate for you if no one understands. He actually understands you better than Ace.

He makes teasing jokes about you never speaking but it isn’t to pressure you into doing so. He’s curious but it doesn’t matter to him in the slightest.

Malleus Draconia

He knows that humans are social creatures which is why you’re such an intriguing specimen. He thinks you’re unique because of your behavior.

You’re average, that much is clear but he decides to regard you differently because of your lack of speech. He wants to observe you. But conversations with him are nothing fun. It’s awkward since you usually have others lead the conversation as you nod. While he barely even has conversations.

“You’re here another night? Hmm.”

“…”

“Why are you giving me that look?”

He’s bad with context clues so he can’t tell you’re being passive aggressive or not. He can tell when you’re happy or sad though.

You two don’t mix well under these circumstances but there’s still a possibility of getting closer.

Crowley

How troublesome! He doesn’t get you. You’re supposed to be happy and chatty but you’re just completely silent (and annoyed).

He originally believed you were just shy because of this new environment, understandable. But eventually he got the hint that it’s something that’s not gonna change.

He can’t have a prefect that doesn’t speak. He tries to council you. It’s often very uncomfortable sessions. But since he’s “so busy” He can no longer give you counciling.

He encourages you to use a notebook to communicate. Overall, he just wants you to enjoy life.

Divus Crewel

He doesn’t really go out of his way to check on his students. It probably took a two weeks before he even noticed. He thought you were quiet and he approved of that. It wasn’t until he caught you messing around with a friend, that’s when he had to have a discussion with you.

“STAY! You two. Now get over here.”

“Aww… We’re in for it now..” Grim whined.

When he went to scold you, he expected a “yes teacher.” But you only looked at him with a bothered expression.

“I expect an answer. Now what do we say?”

“Uhhh… One problem.” Grin spoke up to get his attention, “They don’t like speaking. Actually they don’t speak at all.”

You glared over at Grim at his wording. He felt a slight wave of a guilt but not enough to stop the scolding.

He doesn’t call on you for anything but he still expects you to pay attention and preform well in his class.

Mozus Trein

He would notice a lot sooner than Crewel. His class involves a lot of participation. For a while, you hadn’t been called on, it was mostly directed at Grim since he’s a chatterbox.

But the time has come when you were supposed to supposed to answer a question verbally.

“What year was the prototype of the ghost camera created, MC?”

“…”

“Professor… They don’t speak.”

He pulled you in after class and warned you your possibility of failing this class because of your lack of participation. But he found a solution. You can have Grim say it for you whenever you’re called on. Let’s hope that Grim is at least awake.

#riddle rosehearts x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #malleus draconia x reader #platonic #crowley x reader #divus crewel x reader #mozus trein x reader #that feels weird to type but it’s all platonic with the staff

[queer-reader-07]

maybe this is just a me thing, but it’s so incredibly personal and important to me that the angels and demons (for the most part) are referred to with they/them pronouns

the best most obvious example is of course this scene with crowley and shax where they’re discussing beelzebub

but my point is. it’s natural. and natural in a way i don’t see a lot. i read a lot of queer contemporary/romcom (a lot of it YA), and i love those stories. but a lot of the time the pronouns are A Thing™️. you’re almost forced to notice it, not in a bad way. but in a “this character’s gender is a plot point”.

but good omens is one of the few pieces of media i’ve personally seen that uses singular they/them pronouns for characters and no one says anything. and on top of that it’s adult actors, not teens not 20-something. whole ass grown adults. that means a lot to me.

my pronouns are they/them and i can’t tell you how many times i’ve heard people say that it’s “so confusing” to use my pronouns correctly. like no the fuck it isn’t you just aren’t trying at all. and seeing characters use it so naturally and unquestioningly in media means a lot to me.

btw if you’re wondering about the other media i’ve seen this done in, it would be A Psalm for the Wild Built by Becky Chambers and also Black Sun by Rebecca Roanhorse. however in Black Sun it’s neopronouns not they/them!

#y’all i don’t think i’ll ever be over how good the queer rep in good omens is #it’s so natural and has such a fluidity to it #they/them beelzebub and god made me very happy as well #they/them beelzebub #enby crowley #gender-fluid crowley #good omens #crowley #anthony j crowley #good omens 2

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Hi! How are you?

So, I’m kinda new to the fandom and I have a lot to catch up on. I watched s1 just last week and now I’m loving all the promo pics and clips we are getting for s2!! However, I’m a bit confused about one bit and I thought I could ask here if you don’t mind.

What confuses me is Gabriel and his fantastic line “You know what it’s like when you don’t know anything at all and yet you’re totally certain that everything would be better if you were just near one particular person?”

I know everyone (including me) is freaking out because Aziraphale obviously thinks of Crowley as that particular person AND I LOVE THAT Neil if you don’t give us the bookshop date extended scene i swear.

But Gabriel is saying that to refer to his own situation, so who is the particular person he’s referring to? The most obvious answer would be that he’s referring to Aziraphale. Gabriel is lost, he doesn’t know who he is or what is going on, and he goes to Aziraphale just because it seems like the right thing to do (even if he doesn’t know why that is the right thing to do).

But for some reason that phrase seems too deep for me to be just that. Besides, what would be the reason why Gabriel thinks of Aziraphale as such a person? If he doesn’t remember anything, what is that draws him to him? Do all angels have a special connection maybe? Lol.

Anyway, I know we all have access to the same material and therefore no one will certainly know until July 28th. I ask because I think that maybe the fandom with a bit more of experience may have a different and better explanation for this.

If you got here, thank you for bearing with my thoughts! Also, please feel free to ignore the ask if nothing of this makes sense.

Sending hugs 🤗

Hiya! :) Welcome to the fandom! :) ❤ Based on what I've seen in the trailers it seems to me that Gabriel truly means Aziraphale - tho we don't know why.. for finding if it true and what it all means we will have to, as Neil would say, wait and see :D ❤

#gos2 #ask

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

How would Papa Crewel, Vil, Azulz, Riddle, Jamil, and Sebek reaction would be when Crewle daughter is temporarily staying at NRC due to an incident happened at school that will temporarily transfer most of the students to the villainess school and the RSA ( she transferred to NRC because she felt more comfortable there )

And with the fully restored Ramshackle they meet Yuuken ( Twisted Wonderland main character in the manga ) for the first time and they two are fast friend

Reaction separately

You surprise many of the other princesses-in-training when you take the step to stay with Night Raven

Granted because you have quite the following your dearest friends will join you leaving Crowley to properly house you and the girls who were willing to join you

Now leave it to Crowley to not even officially fix Ramshackle until another school is actually going to live here

And if it’s more so after the STYX situation Yuuken has to fix up the other rooms so that its actually liveable

No doubt you might have prepared your girls for this and came with renovation tools and paint

Anyway it leaves you with a lot of time to get to know the magicless student Yuuken who's been in charge of the upkeep 

You both seem to get along quite well

Maybe a little too well

Papa Divus Crewel 

He’s not as on guard as he expected

Yuuken’s a good pup 

And he’s so dense and your so prideful it would take forever for you two to finally see eye to eye

If you were to fall in love in the first place

He’s not one to romanticize your feelings when they’re simply on friendly terms

But he also sympathizes with the underdog in all the masses that drool over his sweet daughter

Is actually more inclined to protect Yuuken from the others as he’s really grown used to sticking up for the kid

“This doesn’t mean I’ve accepted you as a suitor but I would appreciate it if you looked out for her.”

“Of course, she’s a good person.”

Vil Schoenheit

“I’m not one to get jealous of a simple friendship.”

He’s able to look at this objectively 

While Yuuken’s plenty nice he doesn’t seem well-versed in romance in the slightest

After all, he doesn’t even have a history as rich as the one between you two

But he really doesn’t appreciate how you two walk off while your peers flock to him

But knowing Yuuken all he has to do is ask for his help

He knows Yuuken’s all about helping and who better to help him be with his love childhood friend

“Thank you again for your help Prefect. She means a lot to me.”

“Of course Vil, you’re both my friends so I want you to be happy.”

“Yes. Thank you..for that.”

Azul Ashengrotto

“...Yuuken doesn’t have any outstanding contracts, right? Well we’ll just have to call in a favor won’t we?”

Actually gets really insecure about this

He knows he’s not as confident or as sturdy as Yuuken 

He restrains himself well

But he slips up often watching intensely as you strut in the halls with Yuuken 

Both hardly looking bothered by everyone’s obvious staring 

He hates it!!!

He definitely will screw Ace, Deuce, and Grim if he can’t get Yuuken in a contract

That is until Jade reminds him of that everlasting weakness that the student seems to have

“I–Prefect Yuuken?”

“Yes.”

“Would you be willing to help..a friend out?”

“I would if you consider me a friend.”

“Ghk-! Y-yes I do.”

“Great then what do you need.” 

Riddle Rosehearts

“It's…nice that those two are getting along.”

He’s not bothered

He’s not bothered at all

He’s not seething when you ask Yuuken to escort you

He’s not ‘beheading’ more students because he saw you having tea while Yuuken was doing housework in Night Raven

No….no he’s not

Pestering from Trey and Cater will eventually have him taking the leap

“(Y/N) JOIN ME FOR AN EVENING TEA PARTY!”

“I will, but please lower your voice, Riddle. And mind your manners me and Yuuken were talking.” 

“R-right s-sorry.”

As long as he takes a step back to look at all the facts no one will be getting beheaded

Jamil Viper 

“Of course, they’re getting along.”

It’d be folly for a servant of the Al Asim family to be so open about his emotions

Even around you

But he’s also someone who can keep repeating how Yuuken is just a friend to you

It doesn’t bother him 

But every now and then he’d like to let off some steam

Whether that’s hypnotizing one of your fellow students to occupy Yuuken constantly 

Or even ‘suggesting’ that Yuuken randomly take a stroll on the other side of the school

“(Y/n) the curry you made for me was delicious. I really appreciate it.”

“Good. Yuuken would have done it but he’s been…wandering lately…”

“Oh is that so…”

Sebek Zigvolt

“A FINE OPPONENT! OR A HELPLESS, WEAK CONTESTEE.”

He’s just as dramatic as usual

Completely unperturbed by the lack of reaction from Yuuken

Neither of you takes him seriously

As he boasts and tries to goad Yuuken to ‘duel him for your honor’

It takes either you or Yuuken to beat him up in a game for him to acknowledge 

The very obvious friendship between you two

Eventually, he’ll settle 

Assuring himself that Yuuken couldn’t possibly hold a candle to him

“HA! HE HARDLY STANDS A CHANCE AGAINST ME….but to be sure, I’LL FOLLOW THEM INTENSELY!”

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