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aziraphales-library · 2 months

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Do you have any fics that are AU's of Shakespearean shows? I'd be especially interested in anything related to Much Ado About Nothing, I feel like that one fits them well.

We have a #shakespeare tag you may be interested in. Here are a few inspired by Much Ado About Nothings, and a bonus Romeo & Juliet AU...

i will live in thy heart by appomattox (T)

“No,” Anathema said confidently. “No, they’re in love and too stupid to realize the other one feels the same way. We have to do something about it.” A Much Ado About Nothing fusion, sort of.

Hey nonny, nonny by Joseph_Amadeus (M)

Much Ado about Nothing + Good Omens written for the GO romcom event.

Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is by space_ally (G)

The demon was in love with the angel and vice versa. But why? Much Ado About Nothing inspired.

Some Ado About Much, Or: C'mon! We Can Play Enforcing Tropes! by edna_blackadder (G)

The Them, with help from Anathema and Newt, take a cue from Shakespeare in order to nudge an oblivious angel and demon into noticing they’ve fallen in love with each other. (Because, like Dogberry, I am an ass.)

There's a Place for Us by MissUnderstoodLyrics (E)

“So, I sparked your interest, did I?” and Crowley moved even closer, backing Ezra up against the brick wall of the alley. Ezra didn't feel threatened by this; if anything, he felt … aroused. “Yes,” he said softly and honestly, looking into Crowley's eyes. “You definitely caught my attention.” In 1845 London, Crowley and Aziraphale are heirs to the city's two most powerful families, who are entrenched in an enduring feud. Each possesses invaluable gifts—Crowley, the art of manipulation, and Aziraphale, expertise in decryption and infiltration. Trained as spies and indoctrinated to despise each other since birth, they are tasked with uncovering a shared secret, forced to work together to satisfy their respective families. As their covert missions unfold, an unexpected, passionate connection sparks, and they find themselves falling fast for each other - but it's a love neither family will abide ... A Good Omens Human AU

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #shakespeare #much ado about nothing #romeo and juliet #mod d

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multifandom-garbage-compactor · 5 months

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Do you think Aziraphale started fidgeting when he heard the line from Much Ado About Nothing where Benedick is describing his ideal woman and goes like “and her hair will be re- OF WHATEVER COLOR PLEASES GOD.”

#i’m sick #I’m silly #i need to be put down #I don’t even know if he says ‘red’ in the original or if the script was modified specifically to suit Catherine Tate #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #ineffable wives #aziraphale x crowley #aziracrow #much ado about nothing #shakespeare

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dee-morris · 4 months

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Shakespeare DEFINITELY Snooped on Ineffable Flirting

After getting a GREAT line to use to describe Cleopatra, Will probably made a hobby of it.

"I do suffer love for thee, for truly I love thee against my will." My dude even eavesdropped on their subtext, is nothing sacred? 😂

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #william shakespeare #much ado about nothing

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captainswan618 · 8 months

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When you get this respond with five things that make you happy!!! Then send to the last ten people you got notifications from!

Ineffable Husbands, since they’ve taken over my life since May lmao

David Tennant, both in Good Omens and in Much Ado About Nothing :D

Music (I know this is broad but idc!! music is so fucking important to my daily life, idk what I’d do without it)

Fanfiction (holy shit, people really do it for free, and I love it so much)

Writing poetry, bc for some reason it isn’t a horrible experience like all other writing is for me?? (also not-so-subtle promo for the sonnet about sesdinikhil from battle for beyond that I just posted on ao3, see the notes for the link because tumblr sucks)

#thank you!!#answered #galwithalibrarycard #good omens #ineffable husbands #david tennant #much ado about nothing #battle for beyond #sesdinikhil

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trekkie-polls · 6 days

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For fun, here are examples photos! Except transporter psychosis because they never actually show it. It’s just like in-world urban legend.

1. Transporter doubling - technically the same but one ineffably evil (shown: LD, kayshon, his eyes open)

2. Transporter doubling - one evil one good (shown: TOS, the enemy within)

3. Transporter splicing (shown: voy, Tuvix)

4. Stuck phasing (shown: LD, "Much Ado About Boimler")

5. Reverse aging (shown: tng, rascals)

6. Pattern lost (shown: first star trek movie)

7. Time travel (shown: ds9, past tense part 2)

8. Mirror universe (shown: tos, mirror mirror)

9. Incorrect coordinates (shown: tas, bem)

10. Bodies sent to holodeck, brains sent to station computer (shown: ds9, our man bashir)

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violetsiren90 · 11 months

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All I Haven't Said | Namjoon/Reader

Table of Contents: Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3 (part 1), Chapter 3 (part 2)

Pairing: idol!Namjoon/f!Reader

Genre: Soulmate AU; idol AU; chapter fic; strangers to lovers; a bit of idiots to lovers, tbh; slow burn; eventual romance; eventual smut; angst (life is messy & hearts are complex); OT7 featured

Summary: You found your soulmate - or rather, he found you. Turns out he's an idol of much acclaim who needs you for very real and unglamorous reasons. What could become of two hearts so used to giving of themselves when they are confronted with needing each other?

Warnings: 18+ (minors, dni), realistic depictions of cancer and cancer treatment; mention of unfeatured character death (previous to plot); emotional health growth and development; eventual smut; feelings and dealing with feelings (no, but seriously, so many feelings)

Author's Note: First and foremost - Blame Me chapter 1 will still be tentatively dropping by the end of the week. However, this just literally wrote itself last night after a couple of drinks and several streams of Lonely 💔. It was the thing that just poured out of me and could not be stopped. It's been simmering in the back of my brain for a while, and so, now that it's out here, I'm going to be posting it in tandem with Blame Me, probably on alternate weeks (if I can manage it, 😅). I want to give credit to those whose works I have read which have come to set the stage for my concept of the soulmate au, and who are far my betters in creative artistry: Matchy, author of balls-to-the-walls masterpiece Trip No Further, Fallencairns, author of lovely work of art Turbulence, and @teenagebountyhunter , to whom I dedicate this work 💜 the author of the ineffably beautiful Namjoon soulmate fic Bloom (RUN to read this immediately) - the inspiration for what is to humbly follow below. If you're checking this out, thanks a million for reading, and please don't be shy in offering feedback should you be so inclined! (Baby fic writer here, constructive criticism always welcome!)

Without further ado, chapter one is under the cut.

P.S. Tag list is open. If you want in, let me know. 😊

P.P.S. In case no one has told you today, you're loved and worthy of love. 🧜💜

“When your hands leap towards mine, love, what do they bring me in flight? Why did they stop at my lips, so suddenly, why do I know them, as if once before, I have touched them, as if, before being, they traveled my forehead, my waist?”

~ Pablo Neruda

Chapter 1: The Cure

Diana dipped another three fries in ketchup and popped them into her mouth.

"So, what do you need to talk about that has you desperate enough to buy me lunch?" She smiled smugly and sipped and her milkshake.

You hadn't touched the burger in front of you, even if you probably should be absolutely relishing in it, considering your future prospects. You picked up a sweet potato fry and stared at it absently.

"I found my soulmate," you stated flatly.

Diana's jaw dropped mid-chew, unpleasantly framing the masticated remains of a mouthful of turkey club.

"Wait, are you serious?" she pressed, round hazel eyes wide and unblinking.

You dipped the fry down into the little cup of ranch and swirled it around slowly.

"Actually, he found me. Well, his people found me," you continued.

"Huh? So is he some kind of a big deal - wait...they found you? What does that even mean? Wait, no - you have a soulmate?!"

You smiled ruefully. It was kind of nice to see someone else freaking out about it for a change. You had known your little sister would react strongly, which is why you had waited until now give her the news.

"Y/n, ANSWERS," Diana demanded leaning forward to flick your forehead.

"Ow!" you protested, rubbing the throbbing spot on your brow. "Keep your pants on, geez!"

You sighed. After having relayed this story to your mom, your doctor, a specialist, legal advisory, your best friend, your brother and his wife, and your very disappointed boss, you had gotten pretty good telling it. Yet, somehow, each time the burden of it's truth felt a little heavier. You ate the fry. It was pretty good. You wished it had sucked so it wouldn't be one more edible thing you missed the prospect of.

"So apparently, a couple of years ago a university in Switzerland found a way to match soulmates using DNA testing. Don't ask me about the exact science of it - I do not understand it. What I do know is that it's illegal to use this technology to locate your soulmate in the US."

"Why?" Diana had abandoned her food and was listening with rapt attention.

"Something about privacy rights. Though they've dealt with that issue in Switzerland - people interested in finding their soulmates join a biological registry. I'm sure our government is just waiting to find a way that big pharma can exploit it before they facilitate the process. Anyway, somehow, I ended up in a foreign registry. I guess there is a black market for soulmate data..."

"Oh my god, could I be on the black market?" Diana gasped, slapping her hands over her mouth.

"I guess anyone could, provided they've ever been treated at a hospital, or given blood, or anything of the sort...but calm down! It doesn't even matter unless you have a match, which is rare."

"So he found you on the black market?! That's so fucking sketchy, Y/n."

"It was his company, actually. I got a visit from representatives of an organization called Hybe. They are some kind of South Korean entertainment conglomerate. One of their employees, a musician, is dying of cancer. Seeing if he had a soulmate was a last-ditch effort to save his life. Now everything is banking on me and my cooperation."

You flicked your eyes up to your sister. Her expression had morphed into something far more somber.

"Heavy..." she whispered.

You nodded.

"What are you gonna do?"

You took a bite of your burger. She wasn't going to like your answer. Diana's face changed again, this time registering alarm and indignation.

"No," she murmured, "No, Y/n. You're just gonna do it, aren't you? You're gonna go be the fucking hero! You're going to traipse off to Korea and save his sketchy, ungrateful ass!"

She stood up, her chair screeching back over the concrete and drawing the attention of other diners on the patio. You glanced around apologetically.

"Diana, sit down! And how do you know if he's grateful or not?!" you hissed.

"No!" she countered defiantly, yanking her hand away from where you had reached for it. "You always do this! You never, ever think of yourself. And now you'll be gone forever...is this even safe?"

Tears had started to well up in her eyes, and the glances around you had turned into stares and whispers. You stood up and pulled her into a hug.

"Hey, hey, it's okay! Lets get out of here and I can answer all of your questions, alright?" She sniffled.

"Okay. But you're not leaving me." You smiled and huffed out a laugh pulling her toward the parking lot.

You had anticipated that Diana would disapprove of your decision, and it being as difficult a situation as it was, you had decided to make all the arrangements and choices necessary before telling her. She loved you so fiercely, she would have watched the world burn before letting you break a nail, if she could help it.

After your father's death nearly twenty years ago, you had become protector and provider to Diana and your younger brother Henry, three years her senior, in ways your sensitive and unworldly mother seemed unequipped to shoulder. If they had both not been so established and secure in the trajectory of their adult lives, you would have made it clear to Hybe that you regrettably had nonnegotiable responsibilities right where you were. But Henry was settled into a suburb with a lovely wife and year-old daughter, Diana was set to finish undergrad and head off to nursing school, and the deal with Hybe had actually allowed you to leverage for your Mom's retirement, so you were boarding a flight to Korea next week to take on a new set of cares and concerns.

You tossed your keys on the table on your way into your apartment and collapsed onto your comfy red couch. While Diana rooted around your fridge and loudly complained about the lack of hard seltzer, you sorted through the mail and made a mental note to add a forwarding address on a few of your accounts and subscriptions, including the one supplying you with Nightwing comics. You set the mail aside and took a moment to look around you.

You loved your little apartment. The kitchen was small, but the big window with the spider plant hanging in it made it one of your favorite rooms - the herb garden on the counter and the fully stocked bar above the fridge did nothing to make you like it any less. The earthy brown walls of the living space were littered with shelves full of candles and living plants and quirky curios, and in and amongst them hung framed watercolors of flowers and herbs that you had painted yourself. The record player sat at the ready in the corner by the wall dedicated almost exclusively to books and vinyl. There was a small tv over the stone-lined fireplace. Over your shoulder your soft, queen sized bed with sheer canopy cozily called your named from the single bedroom.

The whole place smelled like citrus and cinnamon. In every corner, there was you. It was going to be hard to leave the hobbit hole you had so lovingly curated for yourself over the last half-a-decade...especially since you wouldn't be going "there and back again", but just...there.

Diana plopped down next to you, breaking your reverie.

"So, you're NOT going, but tell me about the huge mistake you ALMOST made," Diana prompted as she side-eyed you, taking a sip of the wine she had poured herself.

You set the comic book you had been thumbing through aside and drew your knees up to your chest as you swiveled to face her impatient stare.

"Last week, a these three people showed up at my door, two men and a woman, and they said they were from a company called Hybe based in South Korea. One of their employees, a singer named Kim Namjoon, has stage 4 liver cancer. I guess they caught it pretty late in the game, so even the most aggressive treatments aren't doing much good. Back in April the doctor gave him two months to live."

"Damn," Diana interjected softly.

"Yeah, that's why all of this is happening so fast. He needs me as soon as I can get there."

"We need you, too," she whispered, reaching out to loop her finger into the top of your sock. You smiled affectionately.

"I know, Di, but you're a grown woman now and you can take care of yourself. You're going to have to and I know you can. Life really won't be that different - you'll be off to school in San Diego anyway! Most of our hangouts were going to be over Facetime...now you'll just have an excuse for a little international travel."

She heaved a stuttering sigh.

"Speaking of travel...Johnny broke up with me," she mumbled.

Your mouth hung open in shock.

"Oh my god, Di, I'm so sorry! Why didn't you tell me?"

She downed her remaining wine and stared into the empty glass, twirling it between her fingers.

"I was gonna, but when I told mom last week she said to wait to talk to you about it because you were dealing with something stressful. Now I know what she meant."

You shook your head.

"Ugh, Mom..."

Your sweet, nonconfrontational mother, while you loved her deeply, was a horrible communicator. Whenever she got involved things like this always ended up worse. You looked at your sister twiddling with her wine glass. She looked so small. And Diana, while she exuded many things, very rarely seemed diminutive. You grabbed her and pulled her to you, and she instantly snuggled into your chest.

"I'm sorry you've had to hold that in all this time," You said softly, stroking her hair, "You really could have told me. How are you doing? Was it bad?"

She shook her head against you.

"Nah, it wasn't so bad. He's going to travel before starting grad school and wants to 'sow some wild oats'," she answered, flashing air quotes.

You couldn't see her face, but the acerbic nature of her tone told you just exactly what she thought of that concept. You snickered. Atta' girl. You'd never liked that guy much, anyway.

"What an asshole," you remarked.

"Yeah, he better not hit me up in a couple of months when he's done fucking his way through Europe."

"Fuuuuuck that," you commiserated.

"Yeah, so I thought this summer would be our last hurrah. You know, no guys, just you and me...like old times" Diana mumbled in a voice that was all sulking and bottom lip.

"Ahhh," you said with a smile, "So that's why you are so disappointed. Well, we still have a few days - we can make the most of them!"

Diana lifted her head from your chest and glared up at you.

"Boys ruin everything!" She whined.

You smirked softly.

"Usually I would agree with you, but the one I'm leaving for seems kind of decent, actually."

Diana frowned.

"How do you know? Did he call you or something? Wait, you never finished telling me your story!"

You hummed in assent.

"I mean, there's not much more to tell. I agreed to move out there to bond with him and begin treatment. I signed a really basic contract that will be revised when he is well enough to think about the future - or in a year, whichever comes first. They were pretty quick to meet my terms, I guess they didn't really have much choice since I was the one holding the all the cards."

"What does any of that have to do with him being a good guy?"

"Oh," you blinked, "It doesn't. You see, when they met with me they talked a lot about him. It was almost like a job interview or something. They talked about his accomplishments, his net worth, the importance of his work, and his worthiness as a person. One of the guys was actually one of his bandmates, and he had come specifically as a character reference. They had initially wanted me to sign the contract right there and then - and let me tell you, that kid they brought with them almost convinced me with his giant puppy eyes alone - but in the end I had asked for forty-eight hours to consult legal advisory and think it over. The first thing I did when they left was look him up. You actually probably already know who he is - I think I might have been the only person in the world who didn't. Have you ever heard of BTS?"

Diana jumped back like she'd been stung, clutching her chest.

"Are you about to tell me that your soulmate is a member of the biggest band in the world?" she whispered, her eyes impossibly wide.

You smirked.

"Not just a member, Di...their leader." Diana shrieked, leaping up off the couch.

"RM??? Your soulmate is RM???"

Your sister stared at you, agape, while you threw your hands up in indignation.

"I was the only person!"

"Oh my god..." Diana staggered back, demeanor having deviated sharply from disapproval to elation, "My roommate is obsessed with them! She has all these posters - but her favorite, I'm sorry, her bias, is Suga...holy shit, I can't WAIT to tell her she's gonna-"

"Diana," you interrupted her firmly, and her eyes shot up to you.

"Yeah?"

"You can't tell anyone."

Her face fell as she leaned back against the wall beside the fireplace. Clearly this was going to be even more of an emotional roller-coaster for her than it was for you, you thought in amusement. Typical.

"Everyone who I tell has to sign a gag order. You included."

Diana slid down the wall into a slump and knocked her head back.

"This situation keeps harshing my vibes, dude," she whined.

"Well, I'm exceedingly sorry about your vibes, but I'm sure they'll recover," you rejoined sardonically.

"But woah, Y/n, your boyfriend is hot. And rich. And super famous. Your wedding is going to be fucking LIT..."

"Woah, Nellie!" You cut her off, waving your hands as if you usher her train of thought into the landing strip of sanity. "Slow. Down. Wedding?? What happened to 'sketchy, ungrateful ass'?! He is NOT my boyfriend. He's supposedly my soulmate. According to some Swiss pseudoscience. We haven't even bonded yet. And if we do in fact bond, that doesn't mean we're a couple."

Diana popped her head up and fixed you with the most incredulous of stares.

"Um, excuse me...soulmates have to touch each other to survive. And I heard that the soulmate connection is better than sex. You're telling me you have the opportunity, nay, the duty, to be up in the business of one of the sexiest men alive, and you're just gonna platonically kick it for the next seventy years?"

You rolled your eyes.

"I mean, if that's what he wants - if that's what I want. Soulmates doesn't automatically equate lovers. I've been reading about people's experiences and there are some soulmates who bond platonically. Some people are already with romantic partners when they meet. Some don't share a sexual orientation that makes them compatible as lovers..."

"Oh my god, Y/n, could you please not kill the sexy by going all nerd on this?" She asked you in exasperation as her finger swiped at her phone screen.

Suddenly she shoved the phone out toward you, while tapping frantically with a neon yellow acrylic nail on the image she had summoned. She was saying something humorous and complaintive but you weren't listening. You were looking at the man in the photo.

You hadn't seen this one in your superficial search-engine dives. It was a headshot. His hair was a light brown, full at the top and styled away from his face. His skin was darker than in many of the other images you had seen, emanating a beautiful golden glow. He was smiling just enough for his right dimple to softly grace his cheek. His features were strong, masculine, and incredibly handsome. All of that was already striking, but his eyes, oh, his eyes - they were staring directly at the camera, irises only half visible under his lidded gaze, warm and sincere, so incredibly intense.

The hair stood up on the back of your neck and your breath caught in your chest in spite of you. You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath. You needed to calm down. He was just a person. Good looking? Yes. Charismatic? Obviously. But you had a job to do, and no time to screw around with schoolgirl daydreams. He probably had a girlfriend. No, definitely, he definitely had one. And hey, he was just a person, like you. No need to be star struck.

Diana had been continuing her rant, completely unaware of being ignored, when she had let out a high pitched squeal of laughter.

"Oh my god...oh my god!" She shrieked.

"What?" You snapped, your hormone-wrestling train of thought cut off abruptly.

She stared at you, lips pressed together as if she was trying to contain more loud giggles.

"What??" You demanded impatiently, your limit for her antics very swiftly approaching.

"RM. K-pop superstar, probably one of the coolest people ever born, gets YOUR dorky ass as a soulmate, HAH!"

"Hey!" you deflated, unimpressed with what she considered to be so vastly comical.

"Oh that poor man!" she pushed dramatically, "That poor, poor man. You're the least graceful, geekiest person in the western hemisphere. What will you even talk about? Good thing you don't speak Korean, you'd probably bore him to death! Shit, at least you're pretty..."

You folded your arms over your chest defensively.

"Hilarious. But actually, he's fluent in English. And I read somewhere that he likes art..."

"Y/n, he's rich," she interrupted condescendingly, "All rich people like art. It's a huge flex to own an original. If I was a billionaire I'd 'like art' too. Oh my god, I just can't believe this is happening. Like he's crazy famous..."

"And very, very sick," you reminded her softly.

Her expression fell into something contrite.

"Oh, shit, I forgot," she murmured.

"I'm glad you're excited for me, Di. It really made me feel a lot better about the whole situation seeing you get some kind of joy out of it. But I can't stress enough that this isn't a fairytale. Who knows how he feels about resorting to this. I guarantee you this is as hard for him as it is for me."

Diana crossed over to the couch and skooched in next to you.

"All jokes aside, he's lucky to have you, Y/n. You love at a thousand percent. Even if you guys just end up being soul-buddies, or whatever, he hit the jackpot," she smiled at you, that sweet smile that made you rethink everything for one split second.

Now it was your turn to try to hold back tears.

"I'm gonna miss you," she murmured, "But I respect what you're doing."

"Now that he's famous?" You prodded with a teasing smile.

"Yeah, now that he's famous," she conceded.

You pulled her into a hug. The silence that hung around you was pregnant but comfortable. Diana finally broke it with a soft question.

"So you're really going to give your whole life away for a total stranger next week?" she whispered.

"Mmhm," you hummed somberly into her hair.

"Why you always gotta be like Dad?"

A familiar lump began to form in your throat, but you swallowed it back. You always did. And Diana fell asleep in your lap one last time. You stroked her hair as you thought back, rather emotionally exhausted, over your conversation. It seemed like people thought of the soulmate connection as some kind of miracle. You didn't believe in those. People made choices, and those choices governed reality. You had just made the biggest choice of your life, and if it was like any of the other roads you had taken, it would require much of you.

The following day was your last at work. Your coworkers had greeted you with pizza, cake, flowers, and hugs. It was touching to realize how much you would be missed. Your boss, Shauna, hovered as you gathered you belongings from your desk.

"Damn it to hell, I'm gonna miss you!" She mourned for the umpteenth time.

You smiled as you tucked your little philodendron into the box, placing it next to the canvas speckled with daisies that read "You Matter" in curly green letters.

"You have an amazing team here, you guys will do great," you insisted, patting her hand where she leaned on your desk.

"Um, a great team of people you trained!" she said, consoling herself with a swipe of frosting from what had once been a beautiful red velvet cake with white buttercream.

You leaned beside her on the desk, joining her in sadly picking at the dessert remains.

After you had graduated with your degree in social work, you had landed an internship in a program which Shauna was running. The two of you quickly discovered you had similar passions and community goals, and the following year had left the program to start Magnolia Village, a one-stop shop for women's services sadly unprecedented in your area. While the startup had been rough, your passionate duo had believed in the need and refused to say die, and from your mutual blood, sweat, and tears had blossomed a cornerstone of the local community. Over the years it had grown and extended its reach to thousands in need of support. Many of the staff were women who had first come through the door seeking services, and were now your partners in providing the aid they had found empowering in their hour of need.

You were immensely proud of what the two of you had built, but leaving the Village was bittersweet, as you were more confident than ever that it had grown into a well-oiled machine powered by lovely, capable people who could keep it going at full tilt without you.

"This place basically built itself, we just propped up the scaffolding," you remarked, glancing around the building fondly - what had once been a residential fixer-upper was now a cozy space of offices, a nurse's station, six emergency beds, sanitation services, and a food pantry

"Bitch, you know very well that I am the bulldozer and you are the heart and soul of this place. We are going to feel it when you leave. You better come back and visit us. Mirabell is going to do a good job filling your shoes, though. Watching her step up to the plate has been something else."

"It has," you nodded, "She's going to kick ass. You might just forget I was ever here by the end of next week."

Shauna turned uncharacteristically tearful eyes toward you.

"I will never forget you," she choked.

Then suddenly you were being crushed in a bear hug. You returned her embrace until you thought you might actually pass out from lack of oxygen.

"Okay, I love you, but I'm about to asphyxiate!" you wheezed, slapping her on the shoulder.

She let you go, but grabbed your arm and looked at you seriously.

"I want you to promise me one thing," she said, holding your gaze.

You cocked your head to the side. Shauna released your arm to clasp both your hands in hers.

"I want you to promise me that when you get to Korea, you find something that you're gonna do for yourself."

You started to respond but she stopped you.

"Something for yourself. It doesn't matter what it is, but it can't be for your soulmate, or your family, or anyone else however deserving...just you, okay?"

You looked at her quizzically.

"I do stuff for me..."

"Don't get swallowed up, baby girl. Find someone to ground you, to remind you that you're worth more than what you have to offer."

You scoffed.

"I'd like to see someone try and swallow me..."

"Y/n,"

"What?"

"Promise me."

"Okay," you nodded, "I promise."

Shauna squeezed your hands, then went back to chipping away at the mass of red crumbs and buttercream.

A little twinge of worry twisted in the pit of your stomach. You were strong. Resilient. No one could bounce back like you, could survive like you. People knew this - they had been telling you so since you were ten years old. So why was everyone acting like you were being cast out to sea without a life preserver?

You had spent the weekend with your family. Henry and Mercedes had even driven down, Elena in tow, to have one last Sunday dinner and see you off to the airport. Hugs and tears and small parting gifts had made leaving even harder than you had imagined.

When you finally boarded the plane your eyes were red and your head was throbbing. After the plane had gained enough altitude to allow you to unfasten your seat-belt, you had slipped into the restroom to rinse your face. You returned, plopping down next to the man who would accompany you during your first few days of transition.

"I'm getting booze when they wheel it by, Matt, so don't try to stop me," you huffed, gesticulating in mild threat with the book you had extracted from your carry-on at the suited figure sitting in the window seat.

The handsome older gentleman smiled, not lifting his eyes from the copy of the Korean Herald in his hands.

"Wouldn't dream of it," he responded, flipping a large, thin page.

Matt Anders had been many things to you in life. Before you were born, he had been your father's best friend. He had been the best man at your parent's wedding. He and his wife, Rebecca, had cared for you and your siblings during your mother's sanitarium stay. He had tutored you for the SAT score that had earned you a full ride to the university that had saddled you with a BS in social work and minor in English literature. Today, he was your attorney. Matt, who had an IQ of 146, had learned basic Korean so that he could translate for you and make sure that your interests were looked after as you settled in. Having him there made you feel one hundred percent more secure about the process. He, for instance, had been the one in negotiations to ask for the very cush business-class fight accommodations you were new settling into.

"Whatever you would do for him, you'll do for her. I want an equality of treatment clause added with no addendums."

You smiled to yourself as you remembered his exchange with the Hybe's representation. He had asked for things you would have never asked for yourself, and you felt better having access to them knowing that he felt you were deserving.

The flight attendant sweetly asked if you would require any refreshments. You asked for two whiskey and cokes, and handed one over to the man beside you. You took a long, refreshing sip.

"Damn it, I wish I had appreciated food more," you sighed, looking ruefully at your glass.

"What are you going to miss the most?" Matt asked before sampling his own beverage.

"Cheese. I can't believe I'm saying that, but in the end I just love cheese. And there are so many kinds I haven't tried. Do you know there's this Italian cheese that comes in the shape of a pear? It's super expensive because of the breed of cow the milk is sourced from. It's supposedly suuuuper creamy. But, hey, now I'll never know if it's as rich and complex as they say..."

You took another sip of your drink.

"Caciocavallo Podolico," Matt remarked casually, returning to his newspaper.

"Excuse me?"

"The cheese you described, it's called Caciocavallo Podolico," he reiterated.

"You know, I should be used to it now, but I'm not. Don't think I'll ever be. How on earth do you know this stuff?" you insisted incredulously.

"Read it once," he shrugged, "And it's actually pretty famous as far as cheeses go."

"Catch-a-vayo Picadillo..." you murmured.

"No," Matt interjected succinctly. "Anything you want to go over again? We have the time, Lord knows."

You sighed.

"Can't think of anything right now. What did you think of the list of questions I sent you?"

"Very good," he nodded, "I'll be adding a few of my own, that I think should come from me, if you don't mind."

You swirled the ice in your plastic cup.

"Of course not. Thanks again for coming with me, I'd be pretty lost without you."

Matt smiled at you again, reaching over to squeeze your arm.

"You'd do just fine. But you would be flying coach."

You smirked and cracked open your book. As you flipped to your marked page, a colorful, sturdy rectangle of paper fluttered to the ground at Matt's feet. He reached down and picked it up, regarding it with a curious eye before you could snatch it quickly away and tuck it back between the pages of My Antonia.

"New bookmark?" he queried.

"Something like that," you murmured.

You thought he might press you further about the Hangul characters he had surely noted on the back, but just then the captain's voice crackled over the intercom reiterating the weather conditions in Seoul and you took the opportunity to bury your nose back between the pages. You glanced clandestinely over at Matt, who had settled back into the Korean Herald, before pulling the little watercolor card from between the pages where it had been hurriedly concealed. Your eyes traced over the purple clematis trailing elegantly across the illustration as you wondered if 12 hours was, in fact, a millisecond or an eternity.

-End Ch. 1-

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author-a-holmes · 6 months

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10 Fandoms, 10 Characters

Thank you for the tag @morby

No rules attached to this one so I guess, just go for my faves (Without duplicating a fandom)... I feel like this is going to highlight at least one of my "types" but I guess I've outed myself on that front before rofl.

Tagging forward, with no pressure, to; @faelanvance, @cwritesfiction, @theunboundwriter, @arigalefantasynovels, @acertainmoshke, @avrablake, @ashen-crest, @sleepyowlwrites, @tisiphonewolfe, and anyone else who wants to play! <3

So, without further ado, my Favorite Characters in some of my favourite fandoms, in NO SPECIFIC ORDER...

One

Fandom; Doctor Who. Character; Doctor Who, Tenth Incarnation

David Tennant's run as The Doctor was my favourite. It was a magical combination of a phenomenal actor, a brilliant "companion", and A+ writing team, but it made me fall in love with the character as a whole. Smart, Intellligent, Alien, but also Vulnerable, and ineffably Human.

Two

Fandom; Marvel Cinematic Universe. Character; Tony Stark

And I do mean "Tony Stark", not "Iron Man". Don't get me wrong, Iron Man is cool, and is definitely my favourite Avenger, but it's because it's Tony Stark inside the suit. It's the intelligence of the character that, again, captivates me and as a writer I see so much potential there. If I wasn't so busy with my own writing projects I'd be very tempted to jump back into fandom again just to have a play with Tony Stark's possibilities.

Three

Fandom; Sherlock Holmes. Character; Sherlock

This one had to make the list considering my pen name! I've loved many of the Holmes adaptions, and but there's something specifically about Benedict Cumberbatch's Holmes where you can just see that brilliant mind ticking away behind his eyes.

Four

Fandom; The Mentalist Character; Patrick Jane

I thought the whole Mentalist story was phenomenal, and the backstory for the character of Patrick Jane, genuis. I also love how much Jane is aware that usually he's the smartest person in the room, but is also painfully aware when he's not.

Five

Fandom; Vincenzo Character; Vincenzo Cassano aka Park Joo-hyung

This is a newer addition to my list, and I've only seen the series once so my memory may be a little shaky, but this was another highly intelligent character. A little vicious, a little violent, but at heart also a good person, and I fell a little in love with the character every episode.

And now, let me pivot into my second "type"...

Six

Fandom; Lord of the Rings Character; Strider aka Aragorn son of Arathorn

The OG Fandom Fave, Lord of the Rings got me into fanfiction. I began my online writing career by writing a "10th Walker" fanfiction that never saw the light of day, because I've always found Arwen's character very frustrating. Then the films were released, and the rest is history. But give me Strider over the polished King Aragorn any day!

Seven

Fandom; Shadow and Bone (Netflix) Character; General Aleksander Kirigan aka The Darkling aka Aleksander Morozova

This one is a little more specific because I haven't read the books, so I have ZERO idea how accurate the series is to the original material, but Ben Barnes, specifically, as the Darkling is all my favourite things mixed up into one character. Smart, Intelligent, Damaged, Rough around the edges, In dire need of saving from himself. He's got it all.

Eight

Fandom; The 100 Character; Prince Roan of Azgeda

Another character that I feel had wasted potential! I think they could have done so much MORE with this character but, much like Shadow and Bone, I've not read the books! So it's possible Prince Roan had a bigger, better, for fulfilling part there than the TV Series.

Nine

Fandom; The Witcher Character; Geralt of Rivia

Look. I've loved Geralt forever. I loved him in the CDProjecktRed games. I bought the books, and loved him there, and then Henry Cavill went and made the 100% hands down perfect Geralt on screen. What more can I say?

Ten

Fandom; The Vampire Diaries/The Originals Character; Klaus Mikaelson

Is there a better example of a morally grey character? Not one I've found, to be honest. Klaus has a freaking tragic backstory, and it's completely twisted his worldview. Does he need a good smack upside he head to teach him that his methods are fucked? Absolutely. Does that make me love him any less? Absolutely not!

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sparrowsortadrawzzz · 11 months

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heres Ineffable May days 8, "Flaming Sword", and 15, "Cold Open"!

(lyrics from the song "We Go Together" from Much Ado About Nothing, featuring David Tennant and Catherine Tate! it's so them and I love it sm ajfjshf)

#the sparrow drawzzz #good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens fanart #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #crowley #ineffable may

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no-luscinia-no-amore · 8 months

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joining the fiber artists in makin an Ineffable Snek to slither around my home. His little snout is killing me, even if he does look a lot like a slipper right now lmao. Finished will probably be 7ish feet long??? I accidentally kept going while watching Much Ado About Nothing???

Not as mad as it sounds, though. the red yarn is very very bulky, and I've had to respin the top bit in an attempt to balance out the weight. Plan was* to do some cabling but I'm seriously rethinking that for uhhh 7 feet of reasons and I'm grafting as I go kinda, picking up red stitches each row, so I really don't need the added mental load thanks

If anyone knows of or BETTER YET makes big shiny 40+mm yellow cat-style button/glass eyes send me a link or something. I'll probably buy the 30mm ones found in a quick search, but I'd reallllly rather they be larger! Not gonna be a problem for a long time though!! Eyes are always the final step!!!

#yeah and the plan was also to keep him under 5 feet but here we are #good omens fan knitting #fiber art fandom!#snek crowley #he will be booped every day #and he will deserve it #no really though if anyone makes glass eyes contact me i will pay you all the moneys #gonna make hin some sunglasses too but not yet adhd #not just yet

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elinordash · 1 year

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elemenusera creation for every month of 2022

post your favorite and most popular post from each month this year (it’s okay to skip months).

Thank you @ella-enchanted for tagging me!

January favourite: Ineffable Husbands + colours most popular: Ineffable Husbands compilation

February favourite: Do you hear the people sing? (Les Mis 2012) most popular: Ineffable Husbands + genders

March favourite / most popular: Ineffable Husbands + much ado about nothing

April favourite: Ineffable Husbands + finding neverland most popular: Ineffable Husbands + season 2 stills

May favourite: Ineffable Husbands + OFMD quote most popular: Disney Renaissance + yellow

June favourites: Stede Bonnet + yellow | Barricade Day (Les Mis) most popular: Pride (2014)

July favourite / most popular: The Lion King (1994)

August favourites: Edward Teach + purple | Ineffable Husbands + Everyday most popular: Ineffable Husbands + parallels

September favourite: Ineffable Husbands + Alpha Centauri most popular: Disney films + blue

October favourite: Enjolras & Grantaire most popular: Ineffable Husbands + Hard Times

November favourites: Jane Austen adaptations | Good Omens deleted scene most popular: 30/90 (Tick... Tick... Boom!)

December favourite: Les Misérables (2012) | Stede & Ed (OFMD) most popular: Ineffable Husbands + Blitz

(can you tell I was obsessed with Good Omens this year)

❀

Tagging: @agentplant @claytonsdani @userstede @chrrispine @shaells @usergrantaire @timotheechallamets @capinejghafa @elemen @katherineebishop

#tagged #tag games #gifmakers

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willymontana · 9 months

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So, the last 10 minutes of season 2 really fuck me up. So bad, in fact, that I even created a playlist based on that scene alone. In my delusional mind, these songs represent Crowley's feelings after that fiasco with a sprinkle of Aziraphale's P.O.V. Basically, it's fanfiction but with music. I even went as far as categorizing the songs after the 5 stages of grief.

And the text below? Just think of it as context for the songs and the story I'm trying to tell.

Now, without futher ado, just sit back, relax and enjoy as I present to you

"Ineffable Suffering"

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We start out with 3 songs from "Anger", Crowley was furious, fuming. He had tried everything to win his angel over and still failed, miserably. After all of the shenanigans they've been through, Azira still chose heaven over him. Why? They could've had their happy ending! How could Aziraphale be so easily blinded by heaven? Did they brainwash him or has the demon read the room wrong the entire time. That, in reality, he never had any real interest in Crowley and all the things they shared were just lies, a pity act put up by the goody two shoes angel. Well, no matter what the actual reason was, one thing for sure is that Crowley is driving far away from London because everything reminds him of Aziraphale. Everything hurts like it's death by a thousand cuts and it was the angel's fault, he decides. But then, he actually takes the time to rethink the situation and nothing makes sense.

Moving on to "Denial", Crowley couldn't make heads or tails of this, what was the reason that they can't fall in love and be together? Crowley had been with Aziraphale through the ups and downs, saving him from sticky situations, laughing, and dining with him at the Ritz.

He then reminisces back to the early years of their relationship, even when they first met when he was an angel, there was an instant connection. And after he had turned into a demon, nothing really changed between them, surprisingly. As time went on, they grew closer and closer and before he knew it, he was falling fast, even if he didn't want to admit it. So when Crowley grabbed and kissed Aziraphale, he was unleashing everything he felt about the angel over the past 6000 years. He was desperately pleading with Aziraphale to stay with him and think about what could be if they were together. Turns out, it was their first and also probably their last kiss as well.

Next up is "Bargaining". Maybe it was his reluctance to admit his feelings, maybe he didn't make his intention clear enough, or maybe he should've shown more signs. Either way, if he gets the chance to redo everything, Crowley would take it. He would love Aziraphale more, and care for him more. He would make Aziraphale stay and his angel wouldn't be the one that got away.

But nothing can turn back time, and he gotta accept that perhaps, they were wrong for each other. He and Azira were not meant to be because angels as sweet, kind, clumsy, and lovable as him couldn't possibly love a demon like Crowley, and the sooner he lets go of him, the better. However, he couldn't seems to get the angel out of his head.

"Depression" sees Crowley struggling to move on. The thought of the angel haunts his mind daily. Why can't he scratch Aziraphale out, he already made it clear that "fixing" heaven was much more important than being on their own side, so why can't he let him go? WHAT is it about him that makes it so GODDAMN hard for Crowley to forget? It is the angel's eyes and smiles, his bubbly and also sassy attitude, his love for food, his Gavotte dance, his terrible magic shows, his obsession with collecting books. But most important of all, it is the affection the angel had shown him. He blames Aziraphale for caring about him, going on lunch dates with him, and sticking by his side just to throw it all away when heaven came knocking on his door. No, if Crowley has the chance to go back, he would stay away from Aziraphale, he would make sure that their paths would never cross, anything to make the current torment disappear. Aziraphale has tricked him into believing he at least had a friend, someone who he could trust and now he is suffering from the wound inside his heart. Oh how he HATES Aziraphale for that, for making him regret his entire life choices, for causing him so much pain, he just CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.

And then somewhere up above, Aziraphale is watching with sadness blooming all over his face. He is no good angel, he had left Crowley all alone down on Earth. The truth is that he does love the demon, so much. He had wanted to return the kiss, to hold him closer and never let him go. But he has a duty, and it's to regenerate heaven and make sure the place lives up to its name. Oh if only Crowley had accepted his offer to come back as an angel, then they could be together while working to fix heaven. But at last, both of them had made their choices and now, Aziraphale could only send out his apology, telling Crowley how sorry he is for hurting him, for not returning his love, and for basically walking out on him. He hopes that one day, he will be able to find someone better, someone who deserves to be called his angel.

Throughout his rage, Crowley hears Aziraphale. His eyes start to water as he accepts that he could really never hate Aziraphale even if he tries to, he just loves him too much. All the memories of him and his angel, he would cherish and keep locked inside his heart forever. And though it might still ache deeply now, Crowley knows that someday, he would be able to put Aziraphale in the past but could never truly forget about him.

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The last 2 songs on this playlist all fall into the "Acceptance" stage and take place in the future (or what I would like to call my headcanon for season 3).

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In "I Almost Do", Crowley has finally been able to move on from Aziraphale but not without any trouble. He missed his angel like crazy and has tried from time to time again to reach out to him. But he knew heaven was corrupted and it would have gone against everything he stands for if he did decide to give in. So, while he may have successfully withstood the temptation, he couldn't recall how many times he almost gave up and contacted Azira.

Finally, my playlist ends with "Back to December" and it's in Aziraphale's P.O.V. As a twist of fate, heaven had tricked Aziraphale. They were just using him and his knowledge on mankind in an attempt to restart armageddon. This leads to Crowley and Aziraphale having to work together again to save the day. And in the end, before Crowley gets the chance to slip away unnoticed, Aziraphale catches up to him and apologizes for real this time. Tears are rolling down his eyes as he tries to make amends with Crowley. He was an idiot for ignoring Crowley's warnings and outcry. He was stupid for believing in heaven's words, and he shouldn't have betrayed the demon's love for him. He knows he probably fucks up any chance he has left with Crowley but still, he would love to go off and spend eternity with him, to be the angel that he has always loved again, if he let him.

The end... Or so you think.

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Because I like to torture myself with angst, "I Almost Do" and "Back To December" can easily switch places. And if that is the case, then it means that...

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Crowley has denied Aziraphale's wish and they go their separate ways. In the end, both have got their own places and their own lives. But memories of each other still spring up in their minds every once in a while as they contemplate whether or not they should pick up the phone and give this star-crossed love another try.

End of story, officially.

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Now, I tried my hardest to explain my song choices and the meaning behind each one of them but my crappy writing has its limit. So maybe check out this playlist if you have a minute and actually experience good writing from talented artists to help guide you through this story. Then maybe, let me know which ending you choose, which song would you've switched the stages to, and what you think about it.

P.S. If anyone is wondering why a few stages of grief get repeated throughout the story then the answer to that is celestial beings are weird and that's how it works.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #taylor swift #I suck at writing #the story would become much clearer if y'all read this while also listen to the playlist 'cause I'm not lying when I say I suck at writing #my headcanons for ss3 #but in all honesty #I'm just being delusional because ss2 hurts so bad #Spotify

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ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz · 1 year

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I do love nothing in the world so well as you

by Annabeth_Scamander

Crowley is an actor working at the Globe theatre. Aziraphale is a theatre critic. One evening they quite literally bump into each other and drunkenly agree to have a relationship with no strings attached. Only, relationships aren’t as easy as that.

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“What if we started dating - no strings attached, like those shitty romcoms?”

Words: 1588, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Adam Young (Good Omens), Warlock Dowling, Pepper (Good Omens), Wensleydale (Good Omens), Brian (Good Omens), Newton Pulsifer, Anathema Device

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Anathema Device/Newton Pulsifer

Additional Tags: Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Theatre, Actor Crowley (Good Omens), Alternate Universe - Actors, Shakespeare Quotations, Much Ado About Nothing References, Midsummer Night's Dream References, Past Crowley/Satan | Lucifer (Good Omens), Asexual Crowley (Good Omens), Grey-Asexual Aziraphale (Good Omens), He/Him Pronouns For Aziraphale (Good Omens), He/Him Pronouns For Crowley (Good Omens), They/Them Pronouns for Beelzebub (Good Omens), I don’t know whether i should tag this fake relationship or not, Angst, Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending

From https://ift.tt/hpb4e9o https://archiveofourown.org/works/44840854

#ao3feed ineffablehusbandz #ineffable husbands #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthonyjcrowl

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