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satorusdiary · 1 year

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Dating basketball player Eren jaeger.

Basketball player! Eren who has a necklace with your initials, filled with small diamond jewels. Not only that but you have a necklace that his initials, just so everyone knew who was yours.

Basketball player! Eren who doesn’t go to parties, which is unusual since he was the one who would attend all parties that was happening with his friends. Instead, he’s in his dorm room with you in his bed watching some scary movie you begged him to play for what it seemed like forever.

Basketball player! Eren who drives the both of you to his practices. Every day or night, whenever he has practices your coming along for sure. Just so he could see your cute smile sitting on the bleachers, whilst watching him practice to make you proud.

Basketball player! Eren who makes out with you in the hallways infront of anyone who has a crush on him. Just so he could prove to them that he’s only yours.

Basketball player! Eren who looks out for you in the crowd during a game when he makes a shot. Shooting a wink at your direction along with a cute bright smile. He always notices whenever you blow a kiss his way.

Basketball player! Eren who won’t stop bragging about you to his teammates! Whether it would be in the locker room, or in the court while their practicing for their upcoming game.

“Bro, i’m being serious. Y/N is a fucking angel. I love her soo fucking much, did you see how cute she was in my jersey?” Eren rants to his friends, being half naked with a towel covering his bottom half.

Reiner rolls his eyes, and sighs.

“yes eren, i think we know how lucky you are to have a hot girlfriend with an ass.” Reiner blurts out the last part, on accident. Now his eyes are wide.

Eren glares at Reiner.

“I know she’s hot Reiner. But if you stare at her like that i’ll fucking pull up to your neighborhood at three am, i’m not playin’ around.” Eren grunts, slamming his locker closed, sending a strong push of wind towards Reiner who watches his friend leave the locker room pissed off.

Basketball player! Eren who walks you to your classes. Always having an arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him, not letting any male besides the guys he’s cool with close to you. After you both make it to your class, he kisses your forehead and your lips waving you goodbye and to have a good class.

Basketball player! Eren who has you on his lap whenever he does attend a party. Most likely he would go if you wanted to go. He’s sitting on a chair beside the pool whilst interacting with his friends, and teammates going over the next game.

Basketball player! Eren who unfollows any girl who isn’t you. This only happened because you mentioned once about how many girls he was following as a joke.

“Rennie.. why is your following count so low on instagram.” You nervously ask your boyfriend who was sitting on his desk doing his homework.

His hair was out of its bun, freely laying against his shoulders. He looked, utterly focused on his homework that would be due tomorrow.

“Jus felt like it. Why should i follow any other girl when they aren’t my pretty girlfriend?.” His smile gets brighter, sending a heartwarming feeling into your chest. Your lover for him always increasing from his actions.

You grin, walking over and sitting on his lap. Eren chuckles at the amount of kisses your pressing all over his face.

“Mwah! i love you s’muchhh.” You pressed another kiss.

Eren cups your cheek, placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“I love you more, pretty girl so much more than you know it.

Basketball player! Eren who punches the shit out of any dude who checks you out in front of him. It gets really bad when he needs three of his friends to pull him off of the dude who decided to disrespect you. His girl.

nsfw

Basketball player! Eren who fucks you rough, just because he lost a game for the first time in so long. He has you on all fours, begging him to slow down when his big cock is jamming inside you multiple times. He had one of his hands slither down to your clit to toy with you more, making you arch your back more and cry out his name.

Basketball player! Eren who fucks you against the lockers in the changing rooms after his victory game, just to make one of the players who have a crush on you jealous that Erens the one that’s fucking you. The look on his face never fails to make Eren grin in satisfaction.

His jersey is over you, and is the only thing your wearing while your getting pounded. Your legs wrapped around Erens waist, and him pressing kisses to your cheeks muttering how much he loves you, and how much he would love to have a family with you and marry you.

After that the other player who had a crush on you never showed up to practice ever again.

Basketball player! Eren who gets head from you before a game happens. The both of you are in a small closet, with you on your knees taking Erens cock in your throat as best as you could. Eren, who is standing beside the wall, forcefully thrusting his dick inside your sweet mouth.

Basketball player! Eren who invites you inside his dorm to study, when later on your going to be sitting on his face with his mouth sucking and licking your folds.

Basketball player! Eren who sends the guys who flirt with you a photo of you on your knees giving Eren a blow job. If they manage to piss off Eren more, he ends up sending the boys your guys sex tape just so they would stop flirting with his baby.

Basketball player! Eren who stuffs you full of his cum, and uses your underwear to stop it from leaking out when the both of you are walking bath to a class you both have together. All of your classmates look at you both, noticing how messy you both looked. But they aren’t a stupid, they knew you fucked.

Basketball player! Eren who touches you inappropriately and makes out with you infront of the girls who flirt with him. Never forgetting to introduce you to them, a sad and embarrassed expression playing on their faces as they apologize to you.

“Oh, this is my beautiful girlfriend y/n. Did you she’s going to move in with me once we graduate? Not only that, but did you know she sucked my dick about.. hmm.. 12 minutes ago?” A menacing grin appears on his face.

Basketball player! Eren who cockwarms you whilst you do your homework. It doesn’t take long before you start bouncing on his dick, begging for him to cum inside you.

Basketball player! Eren who takes photos of you filled with his cum, naked with only his jersey on, and on his dick when his cum gets on your whole body. He never fails to keep the photos in his wallet, his binder, and on the mirror in his car.

Basketball player! Eren who always tells you he loves you, and always spills all of his feelings to you whenever you both are having soft, slow, loving sex just for you to feel better whenever you have a bad day.

Basketball player! Eren who makes it clear to anyone who tries interfering with his relationship that you’re his favorite girl. And that you both belong to each other. No bitch is going to ruin that.

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cambion-companion · 3 months

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Tail Talk

Based on this anon ask:

I would love to see more smut with raphael and a Tiefling tav- Some tail to tail action !! And stuff involving horns..

AND inspired by the art piece where the Tiefling OC has a "heart tail" position around Rolan because I love the idea of Tieflings having tail language.

Especially if our Tiefling Tav is unaware they're doing it.

Raphael x gn!reader

Your tail flicked like an agitated cat. "I'm working on it, Korilla. I was close to success when you whisked me back here." You gestured to the familiar lavish dining hall, the grand fireplace crackling behind where you stood upon the marble floor.

"Our master wishes to speak with you." Korilla raised a preemptive hand to ward off your questions. "Don't ask me why, you know how he is."

"Hmm." You did indeed. You had been his warlock for a shorter time than Korilla, yet his theatrical and often contradictory nature still kept you on your toes.

"And do try to keep that tail of yours in check this time, yes?" Korilla gave you her trademark smirk. "I think he's beginning to notice."

"Notice what?" You were quite puzzled but the Dwarven woman just waved you off and sauntered back to the archive, leaving you alone to wait. "Notice what?" You asked a little louder at the empty doorway she'd disappeared through.

"Hells it's hot." You tugged at the collar of your shirt uncomfortably, familiar with the stifling heat, yet never as comfortable as you were in biting cold climates.

"Indeed." Raphael's voice made you turn, his leathery wings and red skin glowing in the flame light. "This is hell, my dear."

Your tail immediately stilled from its nervous swishing, the blood rushing to your cheeks as it always did when he caught you by surprise.

"I asked you to have an update on your progress." Raphael cocked an eyebrow as he slowly circled around you. He clasped his hands behind his back, observing your comparatively diminutive form. "Two months ago. Perhaps I've been too lenient with you."

"No." You quickly protested.

"I am not one to coddle my servants." Raphael looked you up and down and smiled, looking for all the world like the cat who got the cream.

"No, I know." You said, wanting to turn to face him but hearing the edge in his pleasant tone. "I was almost there when Korilla-"

Your words broke off in a short gasp as you felt a large hand press hot against the small of your back. Raphael leaned over your shoulder, his breath tickling your ear. "Your words paint an idyllic picture, yet the rest of you is quite beyond your control. Is that not so?"

Genuinely confused, you furrowed your brows, your heart hammering in your chest. "I don't know what you mean."

Raphael chuckled and the sound alone sent a shock of feeling to your core. "You truly aren't aware." He slowly withdrew and circled back around until you were chest to chest. "For such a precocious flower, I expected more."

His glowing eyes roved your puzzled expression, self-satisfaction practically oozing from him. His long devil's tail whipped around and tangled with yours. You let out a small squeak of surprise.

"Your tail, my dear." Raphael explained, his tail continuing to twist and pull with your own. "It betrays you."

With a wave of his hand, a large standing mirror was conjured beside you, the reflection of the hearth fire nearly blinding you for a moment. His tail trailed down your leg to wrap around your ankle and Raphael gestured broadly for you to look at yourself. He watched you closely as you turned your face to the shining mirror.

"Oh." You said, your cheeks burning.

"Eloquent as ever." Raphael sounded amused, though something simmered below the surface.

Your tail had been curving in the shape of half a heart, slightly raised at the base in a universal signal of wishing to mate. You quickly let it fall to a normal position, unwilling to look back at your master.

Long fingers tucked beneath your chin and coaxed your face back to his. Raphael's tail slithered slowly up to your thigh, you thought for a moment you were going to succumb to the heat and faint, but his fingers beneath your jaw grounded you.

"I do not mind." Once sure you would not turn away, Raphael released you. "For the present, we have other matters to attend to. Do not think I will forget this revelation, however."

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seoksgrl · 3 months

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rather be dead than cool, 4. : jjk nerd!jungkook x popular!reader college au, dislike to love genderbent she's all that au

tws: no warnings just vibes x

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By the time you and Jeongguk walk through the door to the cabin, Jimin’s party is in full swing, and the host walks you through the crowded hallway into the kitchen where he hands over a red cup full of beer.

“Only the good stuff,” Jimin says, an uncomfortable smile on his face as he glances between you and Jeongguk, “I’d love to stick around and chat, but Luna is probably wondering where I am,”

“Of course,” You say, eager for the tense energy to evaporate. Once Jimin leaves the scene, Jeongguk sips at his drink, glancing down at you with a quirked brow, “What?”

“That guy? Really?”

Your gaze moves from Jeongguk briefly to look over to where Jimin has found his people, his lips pulled into a smile as he chats with a few other guys and a girl who you recognise from his Instagram feed, “What’s wrong with Jimin?”

Jeongguk shrugs, following your line of sight before looking back to you, “He just seems a little…,” he pauses for a moment, like he’s trying to find the words, “He seems like a jock. I just wouldn’t have guessed he would be your type,”

It’s not the first time this thought has run its way across your own mind, if you are being honest. When you met Jimin, he was loud and rambunctious, loving nothing more than playing beer pong or showing off his skills opening a soju bottle in a variety of ways. Once the two of you began dating, you can admit that you maybe toned him down a little. You wanted a boyfriend who matched you, who was your equal, and in order for Jimin to be that, you needed him to cut out a few of the things that essentially would have made him a red flag for your parents. By the time he actually met them, he was a perfectly polished young man; sensible, chic and intelligent.

Now that you watch him laugh with his friends, the sound loud enough for you and Jeongguk to hear in the next room, you wonder if perhaps you had been wrong for doing that. Though, it’s not as if your advice to Jimin didn’t have its advantages - when you met, most people on campus didn’t really know who Jimin was. Now, he’s throwing parties every month and inviting most of your cohort.

In hindsight, Jimin isn’t really your type. But you’ve dated so many different people, you’re not sure what your type is. All you know is how to change them into what you need them to be.

You’re saved from answering Jeongguk’s statement by the arrival of Mina, her slithe form squeezing its way through the people stood by the entrance to the kitchen before she sees you, waving before walking over.

“Y/N, hey!” Her eyes immediately slide over to Jeongguk and her reaction is immediate, brows raised in surprise and eyes wide as she gives you a silent look of approval, “I suppose you’re Jeongguk, Y/N has mentioned you,”

Instantly you feel heat rise to your cheeks, and you can only hope Jeongguk doesn’t get the wrong idea about that.

His voice is laced with amusement, though you can tell he’s smiling without looking at him, “I can only imagine what she’s said,”

Mina just laughs in response, and you’re relieved, eager to move the conversation onto something else.

“Is Irene coming?” You want her to be a witness to your work, to see Jeongguk’s new appearance. Competitiveness runs in your blood, thanks to your father who has made himself known as a ruthless businessman. You are desperate to make him proud, to have him look upon you as his greatest success, and you know the way to do that is to follow in his footsteps. But, for now, you just want to beat Irene at this bet.

“She’s just talking to Yugyeom, you know she has the biggest crush on him,” Mina giggles, eyes wide when she looks at Jeongguk, “Don’t tell her I told you guys though,”

Jeongguk just laughs, and you glance his way, surprised at the sound. You’re not sure you’ve really heard him laugh until now. Your attention is stolen however when Jeongguk’s eyes widen, glancing across the room before his cheeks turn pink. When you turn to see who or what he is looking at, you find that Sana has just entered the party, looking pretty with her dark hair curled down her back, long legs on show in a short pink dress. It’s easy to see why she has the hearts of so many guys, and girls.

Including Jeongguk.

Turning to Mina, you mutter low enough so Jeongguk can’t hear, “Go talk to Sana,”

“Huh?” She says, “Why?”

“I told Jeongguk that I know her, so go and make me sound good. I’ll introduce myself later,”

Ever the obedient one, Mina nods, taking her freshly made drink and walking over to where Sana stands talking to her friends. Once she’s gone, Jeongguk seems to exhale all the oxygen he was holding in his lungs before gulping down his beer.

“Hey, take it easy,” You say, “don’t forget that’s your only drink for the night. I already have to ride on the back of that death wish, don’t increase our chances of death by getting wasted,”

He narrows his eyes at you, tossing his cup in the trash, “I don’t know if I’m ready to talk to Sana yet,”

“You don’t have to,” You say, sipping at your still full cup, “I can just make you sound good for tonight. We can’t rush these things,”

He seems relieved, which means you’re off the hook. If Jeongguk found out that you don’t actually know Sana as well as he thinks you do, this whole plan is ruined, and so is your bet. For the remainder of the night, you need Jeongguk to at least talk to some people, so you tell him to amuse himself while you socialise, chatting to a few people you know from class, as well as a couple guys who could be potential dates once this Jeongguk business is all said and done.

By the time you find Jeongguk again, he’s sat on the steps leading up to the third floor. The second floor is fairly quiet, aside from what you can only assume are a few amorous couples down the corridor leading to the bedrooms. You know the cabin well, and you also know Jimin’s room is down there. You grimace, eager to avoid seeing anything you’d rather not.

Walking towards Jeongguk, you frown, “Did you not want to socialise?”

He startles a little when he notices you, his body slouched against the stairs, “It may come as a shock to you, but I’m not a frequent partygoer,”

You take the step above him, sitting down and leaning against the railing. Jeongguk twists his body so he’s not sitting with his back to you, his long legs sprawled across the lower stairs. His comment is wrong, of course, you’re not shocked to learn he doesn’t go to parties.

“Did you speak to Sana?” He asks, voice quiet though you know he’s anticipating any info you have, which is none.

“Not tonight, no,” You offer an apologetic shrug, “she seems to be busy with her other friends, but don’t worry, I will put in a few good words for you when the time is right. Any reason why you didn’t want to go talk to her?”

Jeongguk looks shy, and despite his non-existent reputation, you are surprised. He never comes across as shy with you, most of the time he’s a pain in the ass, so to see him all pink cheeked and awkward is a whole new side of him.

“I was nervous,” He sounds embarrassed, and you bite your lip to stop from smiling, “She’s really cute, and I - Are you laughing at me?”

You give him a look of mock-offence, a hand on your heart, “Of course not. I just find it ironic that you can’t talk to Sana, but you are willing to ride a vehicle that has a crazy high chance of killing you with no fear,”

He rolls his eyes to that, standing from his seat on the stairs, “You can keep pretending you didn’t enjoy the ride here, but you won’t fool me. I saw that look in your eye once we arrived,” he grins, “I recognise the adrenaline rush, trust me,”

His observation of you has you feeling oddly exposed, especially because he’s right. You did, on some level totally removed from yourself, enjoy the ride on the motorbike. It was out of your comfort zone, and terrifying, but it also made your heart race like nothing else, and you can’t help but crave the feeling again. It’s wholly inconvenient, given the fact you’re never going to buy a motorbike, but maybe you can enjoy this while it lasts.

Standing, you’re a head taller than Jeongguk - a rarity when you’re on solid ground - and you narrow your eyes, “Maybe you should stop looking in my eyes then,”

At that, Jeongguk smiles, a different, softer smile than you’re used to seeing. Most of the time he’s teasing you, or vice versa, but now he looks like he genuinely finds you funny. The look is wiped off his face almost as quick as it came, and he rolls his eyes, stepping back so you can walk down the steps.

One of your favourite past times on a breezy, Saturday afternoon was to visit the movie theatre. A purely indulgent outing, though you do have an ulterior motive of sorts.

Your love of movies has always been present, ever since you were young and you were first treated to a viewing of Clueless as a youngster by your nanny at the time. Of course, if your parents knew you were dedicating time to something as trivial as a trip to the movies, they would be horrified, accuse you of wasting the hours you could have spent on your academic goals. Mostly your mother, more than your father, being that he’s rarely around thanks to work keeping him so busy. The reminder alone makes you sigh as you push your sunglasses up your nose, walking along the quiet street.

Today, you’ve picked a theatre in a…less affluent area in your home city, eager to avoid the hustle and bustle of the centre district, and hoping to save yourself the misfortune of running into any of your friends. Your movie days have always been for you and you alone, and you know your friends wouldn’t come even if you invited them. At most, they would try to lure you to Gangnam for shopping, or to an expensive cafe instead.

The movie theatre is up ahead, and you begin searching in your purse for your ticket, glancing up for a mere second before your eyes are widening to roughly the size of the moon. You lower your sunglasses, ticket forgotten, as you lock eyes with an equally surprised-looking Jeongguk.

He’s dressed simply, miles away from the outfit you’d picked out for him at the party, his simple attire of a dark hoodie and jeans allowing him to almost blend in with the gaggle of people around him. At least he would if he weren’t taller than most of them.

By the time you approach, Jeongguk is appraising you from head to toe as if you’ve just stepped off a spaceship covered in green slime. He waits until you’re standing around a foot away from him before he speaks, “I never thought I would see you here,”

“At a movie theatre?” You respond, continuing your search for your ticket.

“On my side of the tracks, I mean,” He has a wry smile on his lips, like he caught you doing something you shouldn’t, “and in sunglasses too. Wearing a disguise so the rich folk don’t brand you a traitor?”

“You know, I honestly think you’re the most dramatic person I’ve ever met,”

“Now, I find it hard to believe you’ve never looked in a mirror,”

You give him a fake smile, scoffing at his joke even as he chuckles to himself. You finally find your ticket, lodged under your wallet as you join the queue to get inside, standing behind Jeongguk as he steps forward, the next person to hand his ticket to the usher. You don’t catch a glimpse of the movie he’s here to see, not that you’re looking, of course. Wordlessly, Jeongguk stands by and watches as you do the same, giving your ticket to the young boy in the booth before inexplicably moving to join Jeongguk, as if you’re friends or something.

How ludicrous.

You seem to catch what you’re doing, passing by Jeongguk and heading straight for the popcorn stands, groaning when Jeongguk darts ahead of you and glances over his shoulder with a wicked grin. “You’re a child,”

“Don’t be a sore loser,” He remarks, and you almost think of a comeback, but you startle a little at even the thought of pointing out that Jeongguk is the only loser here. It feels far too much like something Irene would say, and despite your tumultuous friendship, you don’t want to follow in her footsteps.

The line evaporates quickly, people darting off to go into their respective screens; one for a horror flick, another showing an action movie starring Tom Cruise, you think. It’s probable that Jeongguk is going to be heading off into one of those screens once he gets his popcorn, and the thought brings you relief, especially as you’d almost started to sweat a little at the prospect of Jeongguk barging in on your sacred tradition.

The boy in question steps away from the counter with a bucket of popcorn almost as big as you, and you glance at him with mild judgement before stepping forward. You barely open your lips before the teen at the counter begins apologising.

“Sorry, we’re all out of popcorn for the moment. It’ll be a fifteen minute wait,”

You stare dumbfounded at the employee, “But the movie starts in a few minutes,” already your comforting, relaxing plans are going off the rails. Your eyes slide over to where Jeongguk stands watching the display, chewing a handful of popcorn with evil delight in his eyes, “You’re barbaric,”

He shrugs, walking backwards as you walk his way, hoping to get into the screen and watch your movie in peace. And also, thanks to Jeongguk, snackless. It takes several moments for you to notice he hasn’t left to file into one of the other screens with the rest of the crowd, and a small flicker of panic works its way through your middle.

“Aren’t you going to go watch your movie?”

“I am,” He says, frowning when he registers you also haven’t departed, “I take it you’re seeing 10 Things I Hate About You, too?”

“It’s a nineties classic, why wouldn’t I be?” The whole day feels odd, off kilter thanks to Jeongguk’s unexpected appearance. Despite the fact you’ve seen him on campus and at the party last weekend, it feels suddenly strange to have him in your space, as if he’s seeing a part of you that you’ve tried to keep hidden. And there is definitely truth to that, but it’s also because you loath watching movies with other people.

Jeongguk seems equally perplexed at the situation, shaking himself free from his confusion a moment later as if he finds the whole thing idiotic, “This is dumb, we can see the same movie, it doesn’t have to be a big moment where the gap between the peasants and the rich is bridged,”

When he puts it like that, you almost feel foolish for allowing him to think that you’re social status is the reason why you’re reluctant to be with him right now. It would be easy to let him think you’re that shallow - because in the past, you have been - but for some inexplicable reason, you don’t want him to have that opinion of you right now.

“I just don’t like watching movies with people,” You say, “that’s the only reason for my hesitation. I don’t care that it’s you here, I’d be like this with anyone,”

He frowns then, shifting the bucket of popcorn in his arms, “Oh, right,”

“Yeah,”

There is a tense moment of silence where the two of you just kind of stand there, missing the previews that come before the movie no doubt. Jeongguk doesn’t move, and neither do you, not until his lips part and he hesitates before speaking.

“We could sit together, if you want,” Then his devilish grin is back, and all feels right with the world, “I’ll even let you share my popcorn,”

There are a few beats where you consider his proposal, deciding just this once to go against your values and watch a movie with another person. It’s nothing really, just two people who happen to know each other viewing a movie at the same time, eating popcorn from the same bucket. And you really want to watch your movie, and eat the popcorn.

“Fine,” You reply, lifting your chin, “but this is a one-time thing,”

“Absolutely,”

“Don’t talk during the movie or I will be forced to cut your head off,” You begin walking around Jeongguk, heading towards the doors to your screen.

He follows behind, and you notice him nod out the corner of your eye, “Spoken like a true bourgeoisie,”

As always, your conversation with Jeongguk ends with an eye roll from you, and a snicker from Jeongguk.

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hikarry · 3 months

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Another imagine? Right after the last one? Bet your tits! Whatever do you want? It's not my fault if I feel inspired when I'm depressed.

Aziraphale was looking down on Earth. He was vaguely aware of Uriel standing behind him, but he payed her no mind. By now he was used to having her around. Ever since he came back to Heaven and it was announced he was the new Supreme Archangel, she had become his shadow. Rare were the moments when he was actually alone.

Suddenly, there was a commotion down the corridor. Loud voices and groans and...hissing?

He stepped away from the Globe, looking over his shoulder towards Uriel. She was as impassive as always.

Right. She probably didn't know anything about it either.

A door was opened brutally, and the footsteps grew closer.

Aziraphale rotated towards the noise, spine straight, hands clasped behind his back. He waited patiently, certain that whatever it was was indeed coming his way.

What he saw was absolutely not what he expected.

When the doors of the room banged open, Aziraphale was greeted by the Metraton, Michael, Sandalphon and a small army of angels. And Crowley.

The demon was rudely tossed at his feet by two angels that were previously holding him up by the arms. His hands were on his back, restricted by silver handcuffs that decidedly felt holy. From where he stood, he could see the raw red skin where the handcuffs touched him.

He was on his knees, sitting back, his head hanging forwards while his back moved erractly up and down with each quick and difficult breath he took.

Aziraphale finally peeled his eyes off the demon in front of him, slowly running his eyes through the archangels and the Metraton.

"What's the meaning of this?"

"It's been 8 years, and we have made little to no progress towards our goal." The Metraton began, voice booming. "You've been distracted, never fully focused on the greater good and we decided it was time we took care of the problem by its root."

With his chin, he pointed towards Crowley and one of the angels took a couple of steps forward and abruptly grabbed the demon by his short auburn hair, pulling it violently backwards so he was looking up at Aziraphale. Crowley hissed with the movement. His eyes were closed, but Aziraphale could now see the few black scales on his skin, two fangs peeking through his lips. The angel pulled again, and Crowley snapped his eyes open, and their eyes met. There was no sign of any white, his eyes full blown yellow. The slith barely visible. He looked wild. And tired. Aziraphale stopped breathing for a moment before moving his gaze from Crowley back to the Metraton.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean. In my opinion, our plans are going quite smoothly."

"You've played enough with us and our future, Supreme Archangel." It was Sandalphon's turn to talk, apparently. His smile was sickening. "It's time you take action."

Aziraphale quickly looked back down at Crowley, before snapping back to the archangel.

"Action?"

"It's your divine duty to neutralize this demon." The Metraton opened his arms, as if in demonstration.

Behind his back, Aziraphale's closed in fists, and, for a moment, the room fell into a heavy silence. The only noise was Crowley's still labored breathing.

Before he could answer, the Metraton waved his hand and a violent pain took over his head, making him stagger backwards, both hands on each side of his face. His veins were lava hot. The sounds of his heart beating overtaking anything else. His mind felt like it was about to explode and implode at the same time. His lungs were sent into overdrive and he staggered back a few more steps, with his eyes closed. A hand was placed on his back, stopping him from moving.

When Aziraphale opened his eyes again, his vision was swimming. The borders of his gaze were unfocused and dark, white speckles flying around. He tried to focus on anyone, but the faces were all blurred. Out of his control, his hand swung down and he felt something heavy materialize on his hand, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Everything is alright, Aziraphale.

A voice that sounded weirdly like the Almighty flooded his head, and he felt his corporation start to tremble.

It has to be done.

What had to be done? He was so so confused. His head hurt so much. But this voice felt so warm. So comforting. Yet terrifying.

It is my wish.

What wish? What was She talking about?

Heavy breathing took over his senses, but it wasn't his own. It had too much underlying hissing to be his.

Crowley.

Crowley was here, in Heaven.

They wanted him to kill Crowley.

The Almighty wanted him to kill Crowley?

His heart banged against his ribcage, some feeling he hadn't felt in a while trying to fight the pain he was currently under.

Aziraphale tried to take another step back, away from Crowley, but the hand on his back stopped him and actually pushed him forward this time.

He hadn't noticed closing his eyes again, but now they were back open, and his gaze fixed itself on Crowley's face. He was still looking up at him, the angel still grabbing him by the hair. His breathing was still everything he could hear, echoing inside his head. His eyes still looked a mix of tired and wild, but now there was something else. Something else Aziraphale couldn't quite place.

No. Absolutely not. Out of the question. Ask him for anything but that. Hell, ask him to close all his eyes and stop spinning, and he will. But not this. Never this.

Someone was talking, but it sounded like they were underwater. Aziraphale couldn't understand a single word, but it made Crowley take his eyes away from him and look to the side, ever without moving his head, a snarl on his face. He tried to push to his feet, but the angel behind him stepped on his leg and forced him back down, twisting the strands in his hand.

"No." Aziraphale tried to say, but he wasn't sure the sound actually came out of his mouth. It must have because now Crowley's gaze was on him again. And so was Metraton's and everyone else's.

There was another spike of pain in his head that pushed him to drop to his knees. He heard Crowley's voice. It was clearly Crowley's voice. But he didn't understand what he was saying for as much as he forced himself to hear.

With his free hand on his head, with a vice grip on his own curls, he tried to regain control of himself, but it was like swimming against the tide. A very heavy and fast tide, at that.

With a groan, he pushed himself up to his feet once again, his legs almost failing below him.

Tell me you said no.

Crowley's voice.

You can't leave this bookshop.

Aziraphale took a sharp breath when he felt his heart ache. Was this what a heart attack felt like? He was in Heaven. He was an angel. He couldn't possibly have a heart attack, could he?

Stop.

The pain had to stop.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

I understand a whole lot better than you do.

Right. Crowley. He was in Heaven. He had to take him away from here. Away from him. Back to Earth. To safety.

He pried his eyes open, but before he could focus on anything, his vision tilted sideways, going momentarily dark.

It's my wish.

No nightingales.

Both voices flooded him at the same time, making both his head and his heart soar with knife sharp pain.

His vision came back and he quickly looked around, taking as much as he could.

The Archangels and angels seemed considerably farther away than before. The Metraton, Crowley, and the angel holding him down remained in the same place.

Aziraphale!

It was a single word, but two different voices were saying it.

The Almighty and Crowley.

Crowley.

Aziraphale's gaze fell upon the demon again. He was still staring back up at him, but the wildness on his eyes was gone. Instead, he looked scared. Worried. It was hard to read or think with his heartbeat reverberating through his head like a church bell.

He tempted you.

The Almighty talked again in his mind.

Don't let yourself Fall, Aziraphale.

Fear ran through his heart.

He wasn't Falling. Crowley would never let him Fall. He would never do anything to make him Fall.

Crowley was his best friend.

He is the Serpent of Eden.

He's Crowley.

He is the Original Tempter.

He's Crowley. Just Crowley. He had always just been Crowley. Wild, impulsive, ridiculous, caring Crowley. But just Crowley.

He's a demon.

I lied.

The Almighty's voice morphs into Crowley's. But it was all inside his head. He was looking at Crowley. His lips were parted, but only to help his breathing. He wasn't talking.

He's a demon. He lies.

He himself had told him that many centuries ago.

No nightingales.

That was a lie. There was nightingales. There had always been. Aziraphale was just a coward.

A sob climbs up his throat, but refuses to come out.

A warm sensation took his right hand as the Metraton said something he couldn't quite understand because of the whole underwater sensation. The angel holding Crowley finally let go and joined the other angels.

"Get out of here." Aziraphale heard himself say, almost begging.

Crowley got up to his feet, swaying for a moment before finding his balance once again. His mouth moved at the same time as the Metraton's, but Aziraphale heard neither.

The demon turned around, fangs bared, keeping himself between Aziraphale and the Metraton.

"Get out of here." Aziraphale repeated, and Crowley swung around, facing him once again.

Suddenly, the demon was just a few feet away from him and oh. That scent. He hadn't felt it in a long time, but it was unforgettable. Cinnamon and the earth after a storm. A forest fire and sandalwood.

Aziraphale's head throbbed again and his eyes rolled back on his sockets involuntary, pulling a whine out of his throat.

He's a demon.

He's the enemy, Aziraphale.

Enemy. Demon.

He's evil.

Evil.

Life will never take its course while he is breathing. The Earth will never be avenged while he stands.

"Aziraphale."

Crowley's voice pulled him back to the present like the snap of an elastic.

He's a threat.

Shut up.

And threats must be neutralized.

Shut up.

He tempted the humans. He tempted you.

"Angel?" Crowley's voice was so soft. When was the last time he had heard it that soft? That vulnerable?

The demon Crowley wasn't soft. Or vulnerable. He was the Serpent of Eden. The Enemy. And he was standing right in front of him. Yellow on the blue. Or was it purple?

You're my soldier, Aziraphale.

Aziraphale could see something like a purple tint on Crowley's face.

Purple.

He was the Supreme Archangel of all Heaven.

He was the Almighty's soldier.

The angel lifted his hand, the flaming sword now between them. He could almost see the flames licking at Crowley's neck.

Aziraphale watched as Crowley swallowed, ever without taking his gaze away from the Archangel's. And then he smiled.

His outstretched hand wavered, the sword with it.

"It's your duty, Aziraphale." The Metraton's voice boomed once again, and his vision tilted one more time.

Out of his control, he felt his body moving forward, the tip of his sword touching something sturdy. Trying to think was like moving through molasses, and he couldn't see anything. Something cold fell from his eyes. His whole body was trembling, fighting against whatever was taking charge at the moment because it was not him. It couldn't possibly be him.

Crowley is the Serpent of Eden.

I am the Supreme Archangel.

"Aziraphale."

Something pushed back against the sword.

I am the Almighty's soldier.

Nothing lasts forever.

"Angel, please... Just look at me." Crowley sounded so defeated. So wrong.

Aziraphale wouldn't stand for that. Not again.

His vision came back as the sword clanged to the floor. His arm was still outstretched, shaking between them.

His heartbeat took control of all his senses once again, and time now seemed to be running through molasses itself.

You're the Supreme Archangel.

The Almighty's voice sounded wrong too. Now that he took a moment to notice, it barely sounded like the Almighty at all.

Yes, I am.

Aziraphale waved his hand and the Archangels and the angels were tossed against the wall in a violent gust of wind.

"Aziraphale!" The Metraton was walking closer, quite clearly upset. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Aziraphale snapped his fingers, and the handcuffs fell off Crowley's wrists before he closed the space between them and grabbed the demon by the jacket, pushing him to stand behind him. With another wave of his hand, another sudden gust of wind came to life, but the Metraton snapped his fingers, and it died down. The sword materialized on his hand once more while his wings appeared from the pocket dimension onto his back, covering Crowley.

"This is enough. Let him leave." The angel said, brandishing his sword towards the Metraton. "I will stay. I will follow the plans we were working on. But let him leave."

"Aziraphale-" Crowley talked, his hands resting on Aziraphale's hips, but he was cut by the Metraton.

"He is the enemy, Aziraphale! Not us! We are your family!" He was fuming. "You can't disobey the Almighty! It is her wish!"

"Is it?" Aziraphale lifted an eyebrow. "The Almighty hasn't talked to anyone in Millennia. Not to me. Certainly not to you. You have no idea what the Almighty truly wants, do you? No one does! Remember the Apocalypse? Everyone thought that was the Great Plan, and yet Earth is still here. I'm still here." The sword started flaming. "I advise you to let him leave."

"Aziraphale," Crowley's hands squeezed his hips, and the angel felt the demon's body leaning against his back. "You can't stay here."

"Crowley-"

"It has been 8 bloody years. With no notes. No news." His fingers dug into Aziraphale's flesh. "Come home." Aziraphale swallowed.

"You can't leave. You're the Supreme Archangel!"

It took a couple of moments for Aziraphale to regain his bearing. With Crowley's hands on him and feeling his warm breath on the back of his neck after all this time, it was almost as difficult to think as before. He shook himself, taking a deep breath, and finally answered:

"By title, yes. But did I ever really have the power?" The Metraton stopped moving. "I'm not as naive as you think I am. The only reason I accepted this position was to keep Crowley safe. And because of the Second Coming. But I didn't believe whatever lies you tried to lay on me these past years for a single second." He smiled. "I never had any chance, did I? I was never in command of anything at all. I was merely your puppet. You were just trying to keep me far away from Earth. From Crowley. Because you are afraid of what we can do together. Of us stopping the Second Coming."

The Metraton opened his mouth to talk, but Aziraphale, taking the chance, waved his hand, and the Metraton was tossed against the far wall. Quickly, he held Crowley by the arm and pulled him, running out of the room and through the corridors of Heaven in the direction of the lift.

"Aziraphale!" Crowley pulled on his hand. "Aziraphale, wait!" He did stop, looking around quickly to check if there were any angels around, but they were by themselves.

Aziraphale let go of his arm, turning to fully face him.

"I'm so sorry, my dear. I'm afraid I rather made a mess of things." He took a deep breath, looking around once more, before continuing: "I've been trying to stop the Second Coming for the past 8 years, but, honestly, all I've been doing is stalling. They would start it sooner or later and I had no idea how to stop it other than to delay it." He looked up at Crowley. His eyes were still full yellow. "But I'm sure we can think of something. Together... That is, if you will have me. I'm aware we-"

"Aziraphale-"

"-didn't quite leave things-"

"Aziraphale-"

"-in the best of terms but-"

"Angel!" Aziraphale's mouth snapped close. With a sigh, Crowley closes the distance between them, placing his cold hands on Aziraphale's cheeks. "I missed you."

Just then the angel realized how truly tense he was, allowing his muscles to melt under Crowley's gaze. They stayed in silence staring at each other for a moment. Two. Until Aziraphale put his hands on each side of Crowley's face. The demon opened his mouth so say something but Aziraphale crashed his lips against his.

Crowley remained rigid for a while, not reciprocating and Aziraphale quickly started regretting it.

Right.

8 years had passed by.

8 years without seeing each other. Without news on his part.

He couldn't really expect Crowley's feelings to remain the same. Not after he rejected him the last time they saw each other. Not after the way Aziraphale had hurt him.

The angel was about to move away when Crowley's hands came up to the back of his head, and he pulled him closer, his mouth opening under his.

It's like Heaven itself went quiet around him. Around them.

Or so it did, for like 10 seconds, when they heard shouting from somewhere behind them. Both pulled away, looking behind Crowley to check if someone was coming, before Aziraphale held his hand again and off again they went, running towards the lift.

They only stopped when they were finally inside the damned lift and Crowley pushed the Earth button.

Both leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily.

"We have..." Crowley took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his lungs. "...to stop kissing in dire circumstances."

Aziraphale chuckled.

"Quite."

"You do realize you have a gigantic target on your back, right? The Metraton is not just going to drop it."

"We'll think of something...Crowley?"

"Hmm?"

Aziraphale reached out for his hand one more time.

"8 years ago, last time we saw each other-"

"Oh, I haven't forgiven you about that."

"...what?"

He smiled down at the angel.

"We will stop the Second Coming, but I'll be down right insufferable the whole time."

"Crowley!"

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