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feelmyskinonyourskin · 8 months

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A Hell's Kitchen Christmas [Hallmark Trope]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Hallmark Special tv movie trope 1. Busy career woman in big city reluctantly returns to hometown for problem™. Handsome man in town who she initially clashes with wins her over and they fall in love. She stays in hometown. It is also Christmas. "You return to Hell's Kitchen to help your estranged dad in a legal battle over his hardware store. You’re a hot-shot Miami lawyer after all, how hard could it be? Except the charming, handsome local lawyer named Matt Murdock your dad hired to help him keeps getting in your way. And yes, it is Christmas. Because this is a Hallmark Movie."

Warnings: No use of Y/N. No pronouns are used for reader, so any gender applies! Catholic/Religious mass mentioned/attended by reader, reader’s mom is dead, Christmas, Fluff on top of fluff.

WC: 1500

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The footsteps of parishioners thumped softly against the carpeted aisle of Clinton Church, nearly drowned out by the blaring of the organ as it played them out while they all exited. Christmas Eve Midnight Mass had just ended. Typically always over-crowded with those Sister Maggie called “Christers” (those who only attend church on Christmas and Easter), the many people walked past where Matt sat in a pew towards the back, chatting about what excitement tomorrow brought them (technically today, as it was nearly 1AM on Christmas Morning).

Matt remained in his seat, listening to the crowd depart, until there was just one other person in the chapel with him.

He noticed you as soon as he sat down before the service. Despite the many unfamiliar heartbeats in the crowd tonight, he picked yours out right away. Your citrus-scented perfume confirmed your presence when its pleasant smell reached him.

You were alone, which Matt found odd. Not joined by your father for the holiday celebrations as he expected you to be.

He heard you finally stand from your spot and walk up to the altar just as the last of the crowd left. The lighter trembled in between your fingers as you picked up a tea light and lit it, placing it amongst the many flaming symbols of other people's prayers.

“Shit God, I know I don’t pray a lot… or at all really.”

Matt listened as you spoke, chuckling to himself. You clearly hadn’t noticed him there.

“Look, it’s just my dad… the hardware store has been his whole life since mom died and please, you just can’t take that away from him. I know me leaving didn’t help, I know. I’m still living with that guilt, believe me.” you continued to pray, sniffling and wiping away a tear from your eye

“But this pro-bono guy he’s got. I don’t think it’s gonna be enough. I guess what I’m asking is please just let him open his heart enough for me to help. Or at least for this Murdock schmuck to get it together enough and actually save my dad’s store. You know, like a nice Christmas miracle? Um… thanks God.”

You crossed yourself and bowed to the altar, turning to leave.

Matt could tell you spotted him from the gasp that left your mouth and the way your heart skipped a beat.

“Matt. Hey. Um… Merry Christmas.” you said, still trying not to cry as you walked over to him

“Hey. Merry Christmas to you too. Where’s your dad?”

“Oh, he had a long day today. You know him, he never stops working. I told him to stay home and rest. Can I walk you home?”

“Oh you don’t have to…”

“Come on Matt, it’s late and it’s Christmas. It’s only a few blocks anyway. Let me walk you home.”

Matt nodded and took your arm as you led him out of the church and into the cold New York night. The snowflakes danced around as the two of you walked, arm in arm. Crunching footsteps made a path through the white-covered sidewalk and left evidence of the route to Matt’s apartment you took.

“Did you not bring a warmer coat? I can hear you shivering.” Matt exclaimed

“I didn’t. I never come home for Christmas, but with everything going on with my dad, I booked the trip so last minute and a winter coat isn’t exactly something I need in Miami.” you replied, tugging at the sleeves of your thin jacket

“May I?” Matt offered, releasing your arm for a moment to shrug off his wool pea coat.

Gloved hands ghosted your neck as he situated the garment around your shoulders. It was snuggly and warm and reminded you of Matt in a way you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Thank you Matt. Not just for the coat, but for everything. You’re really helping my dad out.” you said, letting him take your arm once more and resuming your journey

“Oh yeah? You sure I’m not just some schmuck he hired?”

“Shit. You heard that? I didn’t mean it.” you shook your head and Matt just chuckled

“You really are a good lawyer.” you continued “Everything you’ve proposed we try and all the research you’ve done… I know I’ve been really hard on you since I got here and I’m sorry. I’m a big deal at my firm in Miami and I’ve worked really hard to get to where I am. And my dad is about to get evicted and he doesn’t even call his own kid to help? I know I’m in corporate finance law and I’m not licensed in New York but still… He didn’t tell me this was happening for months and he hired you and I was hurt.”

“So why’d you come back to New York then? If you think I’m a good enough lawyer to help your dad out that is?” Matt asked

“I didn’t think that at first. Didn’t think a small pro-bono firm could take on the big developer trying to tear down the whole block. But now that I’ve been working with you on this, well I was wrong. And maybe I came back too because I missed him and I missed home.”

“Yeah?”

The streets of Hell’s Kitchen were practically empty at this hour, families all tucked away in their homes waiting for the excitement of Christmas morning. It was tranquil, seeing the city that never sleeps so quiet and calm. The electric buzz that New York always seems to have was still there, but dimmed.

“After my mom died, we just grew apart. He threw himself into work and I threw myself into school and my career. I think he was bitter that I moved away, that I didn’t want to take over the store from him.”

“Well you shouldn’t feel bad about going on your own path.” Matt reassured

“Yeah but it was the way I did it. But now that I’ve been back, god it’s like we used to be. Close you know?”

“Yeah I was really close with my dad too. And I’d give anything to have him back. To have what you and your dad have.”

“Shit you’re right. I guess that really puts it in perspective.” you replied

The purple and gold light of the video billboard on Matt’s block reflected off the snowflakes like a disco ball. A festive touch considering what day it was. You stopped your journey just outside his front door, facing him to observe the way he licked his lips as he formulated his next thought.

“I think he just wants what’s best for you.”

“I know that. It’s a shame it took me this long to figure out what’s actually best for me.” you replied

“Oh yeah? You figured that out just in the 10 days you’ve been home? Wow counselor, research and evidence gathering stage usually takes longer.”

“Very funny Murdock. Yeah actually, I have.” you replied

“And what did you figure out?”

“Matt, the work that you do, seeing it in action and how it’s helped my dad, it really inspired me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I think I want to shift my legal specialty. Find a firm to work for that takes on clients like yours and actually helps people. And Matt, I don’t know that I would have discovered that if it weren’t for you.”

A wide smile spread across Matt’s face as he lowered and shook his head.

“Well, I might know of just the firm that could use a lawyer as smart as you. You’d have to stay in Hell’s Kitchen though, or at the very least New York…”

“Matt, are you offering me a job?” you asked

“Well I mean you’d have to pass the bar in New York first, but yeah, actually I am.”

“What are you doing tomorrow– or today I guess technically?” you asked

“For Christmas? I don’t really have plans. I used to go to dinner at Foggy’s family, but his parents became snowbirds a few years ago, so now all the Nelsons travel to Florida for the holidays. Why?”

“My dad is cooking a fabulous meal and we’d love to have you join us. To thank you for all you’ve done. For both of us.”

“I don’t want to impose on your first Christmas in years with your dad.” Matt replied

“Oh c’mon Matt, you have to come! You’re practically family at this point; you’re saving my dad’s business, you’re repairing our relationship, you’re offering me a job.”

“Okay, okay. I will come.” he conceded

“Great! We can tell my dad I’m moving back to New York. Together.”

“Does that mean you’re saying yes? To my offer?”

“Yes Matt, I am saying yes. To working for you. And staying in New York.”

Reaching out with a trembling hand in the cold night air, you ran your thumb along his jaw. Matt let out a chuckle as you reveled in the way his stubble felt against your freezing fingers. A sigh escaped you into his plush, soft lips when he finally kissed you, warming you instantly from the chill.

“Merry Christmas, Matt.”

“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart.”

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crisiscutie · 2 months

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Hi, I really like your work and this is my first time requesting anything on tumblr, so here it goes: Can I please have an Aerith Gainsborough x gender neutral darling fic, where the darling has a bad day and just collapses into Aerith’s arms sobbing, wanting to be comforted? Thank you!

Hi, welcome! Thanks for the request! I don't do fics for requests, but I do scenarios and headcanon sets. For this, I can make this an HC set.

You fucking had enough today. Besides having to deal with rude customers at your job today, your boss just had to throw you under the bus to please them. And then the bastard later berated you for your recent lackluster sales.

Just as you entered your apartment, verging on a breakdown, Aerith called and invited you to hang out. You almost said no, but there's just something this time that made you say yes.

When you arrived at her house, you gave her a fake smile as Elmyra let you in. But right away, Aerith knew something was wrong. She knew you inside out.

You kept your façade up for as long as you could, even when you two went into her room for some privacy. Her forest green eyes locked onto yours, whispering your name gently.

You finally broke there, falling into her arms and letting all of your emotions out.

She held you close, stroking your back, listening to every word you said. After you were finished, she lifted your head up, giving you a hopeful smile.

"What they did to you today wasn't your fault! Screw them! You're much better than that, darling!"

You stayed silent, taking her words to heart as she continued to talk.

She then paused briefly, taking a deep breath. She held your hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I can't believe they would treat you like that," she said, her warm voice laced with a mixture of sadness and frustration. "But you're here with me now. You're safe."

When she gently wiped away your tears, you pressed your cheek against hers during your hug.

A sweet aroma aroused your senses as you break from the hug, coming from the kitchen downstairs. You realized your favorite childhood dessert was coming out of the oven.

"Oh! I almost forgot about that!" Aerith exclaimed, grabbing your hand excitedly and guiding you towards the kitchen.

When you two got there, you noticed the dessert sitting on the table, gently cooling off. Elmyra stood nearby, smirking at you two with her arms crossed.

Aerith thanked her profusely for taking it out in time. She grabbed spork to scoop out a small portion of your favorite dessert. With her hand under your chin, she offered it to you, urging you to try it.

You opened your mouth and tasted the divine flavor that danced on your taste buds, filling you with ecstasy and nostalgia, just like the good ol' days. It left you craving more. Aerith giggled, tilting her head in amusement.

"I remember when you told me about this. I tried my best making it exactly the way you remembered it!"

Her willingness to go to such lengths for you made your sad heart swoon. Your lips curved into a smile of gratitude when you two sat down and devoured the rest of the delicious dessert.

💚Protect the Miracle Cutie at all costs.💚

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spinningwebsandtales · 1 year

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The Shape of You Pt. 3

Michael Myers X FemReader

Rating: M

Warnings: Mentions of nudity, angst, and mentions of murder

Word Count: 7.1k

Part 1 / 2

Taglist: @the-marshals-wife @msghostface @izumima

(A/N:) Hello readers and followers of this series! I am so sorry it took me so long to get part 3 finished! I had over half of it written really fast and then everything that could happen happened and kept me from finishing part 3! But it’s finally here and I hope that maybe after Christmas I can actually get back to writing regularly cause this is the time of year where I can barely get anything done. So if I’m able to write part 4 during this time it will truly be a miracle. So don’t abandon this if I disappear because I still have tons of ideas and lots of things to explore. Also if you rather I am posting this as a multi-chapter fic on A03 under the same title! So if you don’t want to bounce around on tumblr you can find it there! So here you go and sorry once more! Thank you for your patience and until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Your dreamless slumber came to an abrupt end as the alarm at your bedside blared it’s annoying tune. Grumpily smacking the off button you turned over to escape the rays of sunlight peeking through your curtains and blinds of your bedroom window. Your body protested as your joints screamed for you to stay still. Exhaustion had completely taken you over last night once you laid in your bed, so it took you a little while just laying there while memories of the past two days came flooding back. Your mind felt overwhelmed and you trembled slightly as thoughts of Michael came back. Did he actually stay or were you going to be disappointed by his lack of presence?

Carefully moving the covers back to keep from jerking your sore body, you tried to keep from panicking. He wasn’t a dog, you couldn’t make him stay or keep him like a pet. This wasn’t about taming him to you as you hated the thought of him being captured once more and locked up. He did horrible things, you could admit that but even you could tell that Michael never had the help that he needed. You can’t imagine, didn’t really want to either, all that they have done to him. You shivered, wiping at tears that slipped through your barriers. It was your turn to help, your turn to explore and learn about him. If he wanted it, you wouldn’t force him. But if he wasn’t still here with you, you couldn’t lie it would break your heart, but you would accept his decision.

So you dressed with a determination that no matter what happens you would accept it and let Michael make his own decision. Your work attire felt stifling as you walked to the bathroom to brush your teeth before finishing your hair and makeup. You looked the worse for wear but that was why makeup was invented. The last thing that needed to happen was nosy co-workers butting in on your life. Once you were satisfied with your looks and hid enough of the exhaustion to look normal, you steeled yourself. The moment of truth to see if this was going to work out. While you wanted to run, you couldn’t bring yourself too. The nervousness was eating you inside but if Michael was still asleep you didn’t want to wake him up because you were panicking over whether he stayed or not. At the end of the hall you sucked in a deep breath holding it in your aching lungs before peeking around the corner. Before you could stop it the breath you held released in a whoosh at the sight of Michael, too big for the couch, still snoozing away under the blankets you brought him. His naturally curly hair was more tussled than usual from sleep and his soft pink mouth with lips barely parted snoring softly.

You giggled behind your hand trying to stifle the noise to not wake him. He had seen you asleep so now the tables were turned and you felt giddy from the power it gave you. Not to mention that he was super adorable in a deep sleep. He murmured quietly before turning over and nuzzling deeper in your pillow. Though you knew you needed to finish getting around you had to watch him for a few more moments before going into the kitchen to make your coffee and some breakfast.

Michael couldn’t remember the last time that he had slept so soundly. Even though he had to sleep on a couch he couldn’t remember a comfier place that he had gotten to stay. He knew that his childhood bed had to be comfier but that had been so long ago he could barely remember what it looked like in his room. He had had a few toys but rarely played with them, he didn’t have anyone to play with him. Though the neighborhood mother’s sent their sons over to play in pity, he never wanted to play. Even at such a young age Michael knew what everyone thought of him. You were the first person to not look at him in pity or unfettered disgust. So after he had fallen asleep there was no discomfort in him so he slept so soundly in what seemed like the first time in his life.

You were an enigma that he wanted to understand, even if it took him a lifetime to figure out. Though he slept deeply Michael was still aware of his surroundings. He could feel your eyes watching him but he was so comfortable that he went on sleeping. It wasn’t until he heard you in the kitchen, cooking and finishing up some things before leaving, did he finally peel back the covers and rise. He stretched lazily scratching his scalp causing his already ruffled hair to stick up worse. Still wearing your too small robe he made his way to the kitchen doorway on quiet bare feet to watch you. Deep brown and glassy blue watching every movement you made as you danced around your kitchen. His head cocked to the side losing himself in the progress you made.

Unlike last night you were in your working attire with your hair up professionally and makeup marring your face. Michael knew right then he didn’t like the makeup you covered yourself with, he preferred you natural as you were the realest person he had come across. Your back was turned but you could feel something watching you. While stirring eggs in a pan you caught a glimpse of Michael out of the corner of your eye. Though it still spooked you to some extent you were getting used to his quiet and watchful presence.

“Good morning,” you greeted, shocking him this time. “Want some eggs and toast?”

Michael true to his natural fashion didn’t speak but nodded. He was never a fan of the powdered eggs that the cooks in the mental hospital gave him, he wanted to relive what it was like having a real egg in so many years.

“I can’t stay long to eat with you,” you said around a mouthful of eggs. “I’m probably going to be late as it is. But it’s not fun eating breakfast alone. While I’m gone you can watch TV, or read some of my books in the extra room. I also have some magazines. Just make sure you don’t go outside or look out the windows. My neighbors are so nosy, they’ll spot you and call the police.”

Michael didn’t answer or acknowledge anything you said. You stared at him for a moment waiting for him to do anything to let you know he heard. He felt your stare penetrating his face before he looked up mid-scoop of eggs staying precariously balanced on the spoon. His eyes met yours before he quirked an eyebrow, he looked away unable to hold your gaze. He nodded again making it known he had heard.

“Thank you Michael,” you whispered. You felt embarrassed for staring at him so much, especially when he stared back. Before you could register what you were doing you reached out towards him. Michael, too busy paying attention to his food, didn’t realize what was going on before your hand gently cupped his scarred cheek. His silverware clattered against the plate as he looked up with a shocked look. You jerk backwards like you’d been burned by a hot iron instead of stroking his rough cheek.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized quickly, bolting for the door. You didn’t stop running until you were in your car. Michael watched the door slam shut behind you, his chest heaving as emotions flooded his core. Your hand was so gentle and soft. Of course you had touched him before as you treated his wounds but this was different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it but the way you had stroked at his skin was unlike anything he had experienced before. His skin tingled where you touched as his gut was turning flip flops inside. He was sure the eggs that he had consumed would make a reappearance until he sucked in a deep breath to calm himself.

You found it hard to concentrate on the road as your mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and regrets. You shouldn’t have touched him so soon. You seemed to keep forgetting that you only had known him for two days, but for some reason it had felt like longer. Your hands quivered causing you to tighten your grip on the steering wheel to make them stop. Just because he had been nice to you and had yet to murder you like he had others, didn’t mean Michael wasn’t dangerous. Though his body seemed to be on the smaller side compared to other men you knew, he could lift others like it was nothing. He had strength unmeasurable and his mind was a place that you had yet to even scratch the surface of. You wanted nothing more than to see, to erase so many years of bad. But you couldn’t get impatient.

You sat behind your computer once again like nothing had ever even happened but you were lost in a daze. You explained (lied) to your boss why you hadn’t come in yesterday, fortunately he bought it but now you couldn’t get your mind on work. You may have brought yourself to work but your mind was at home, wondering about Michael. Ivan steered clear for the first time in his life and no one seemed willing to get close to you at the moment. Though you didn’t realize it since you were completely lost in your own head as the never ending carousel of thoughts kept going around and around. You tapped mindlessly on the keys one at a time, barely getting anything done when a hand grabbed your shoulder. You shot up out of the office chair letting out a shriek as Julie backed away from you, hands raised in surrender.

“I’m sorry (Y/N),” she spoke quietly. “Boss wanted me to let you know that it’s your lunch break. You didn’t hear him the first few times he called.”

You shook your head trying to rid yourself of all thoughts of Michael. It’s like you couldn’t even function now without him. He had your mind in such a grip that it was beginning to become a problem. You just wished that what happened this morning hadn’t happened, cause now you’re even more worried that he’d have enough of you. Michael hadn’t been in your personal space too much so you needed to be mindful of his, no matter how much you wanted to touch that scar and look deep into his wounded eye.

“No no I’m sorry Julie,” you sighed trying to hide the blush popping up. “I’ve been out of it the last couple of days.”

“Are you alright?”

Sirens began to scream in your head. You didn’t want to lie too much as it would come back to bite you and it wasn’t just your life it would ruin. Michael deserves so much more and you were not about to be the reason that his life went back to that nightmare.

“Yeah I’m just exhausted from the last two days. Guess I didn’t get enough rest.”

Her eyes widened making your more nervous. “Me neither! That whole ordeal with Michael Myers and the fact that he is still out there has me so scared. I go straight home and don’t go out.”

Your blood ran cold as soon as she said Michael Myers. Now you really had to step lightly. Cause you couldn’t just blurt out that he’s completely harmless and living in your home to boot.

‘Oh Michael?! Nah you got it all wrong he’s actually been mistreated. Oh and he’s living in my home right now and he hasn’t killed me yet.’

Yeah definitely not going to fly very well. You breathed deeply trying to calm your nerves, Michael would just have to forgive you for painting him to be a terrible person, cause that is all everyone believes in Haddonfield.

“I know what you mean. I can’t believe he got out again,” you shivered trying your best to look fearful. “I didn’t even want to come to work.”

Okay now that last part wasn’t even a lie, though the reason you didn’t want to leave the house is because you didn’t want to leave said Michael Myers. You couldn’t explain why you wanted to be around him so much.

“Gotta pay the bills somehow,” Julie chuckled before walking away. “Enjoy your break and if you’re scared of walking to your car Ivan has offered to walk us to our cars if we’re scared.”

You rolled your eyes and snorted softly. Of course Ivan would offer to “take care” of his female coworkers, in exchange for favors that you most definitely wouldn’t like. It’s funny how Michael had more manners than a so called civilized person. What a joke.

“That’s so sweet of him,” you cooed as a nauseas feeling settled in your gut. “But I’ll be fine. Thank you again for letting me know and sorry for being so out of it. I’ll get better.”

“That’s okay,” she laughed before getting serious again. “The faster they capture Michael the happier I’ll be.”

“Me too,” you lied wanting to puke as the words left your lips. You owe Michael a big apology dinner. Though he wouldn’t know what you were apologizing for.

Stopping by the office cafeteria, you grabbed a sandwich before going to your car. You had already decided that you were going to go by the local Goodwill for clothes so you wouldn’t have one place to go after work. It wasn’t too far from the office so you could spend quite a bit of time there getting Michael some used closed that he could wear comfortably. He wasn’t going to wear those stupid overalls forever, though he probably would if you let him. You decided that you would get him some underwear and socks from the local market as the thought of used underwear was enough to make you sick again.

The parking lot was barren as you pulled in and shut the car off. Grabbing your purse and shoving the keys in one of the pockets you made your way inside. Grabbing a basket you went straight to the men’s section to see what you could find. He definitely needed several pairs of pants and several shirts. You honestly didn’t know how hard Michael was on clothes in a normal situation, so you wanted to get him enough to last for awhile. You first decided to look for pants in the large section. Majority of the time you came here for yourself, as new clothes were too expensive for a single woman on her own. You didn’t care what people thought of you being thrifty, as you had gotten really good at telling when a piece of clothing would last awhile compared to other really used ones.

You moved several different pairs of dress pants out of the way, Michael wouldn’t need dress pants as he couldn’t leave and go out. Maybe someday, you hoped. You picked out a couple pairs of shorts so he could have something comfortable to lounge in before you finally found the holy grail. You hurriedly shoved pants hanging off wire hangers to find a perfect pair of jeans. You could tell that they had been maybe wore twice by whoever owned them first as they were in such good condition, plus a really good brand. Your throat dried out as you thought about Michael wearing these jeans. His back end could fill out a pair of coveralls well, not that you were really looking, so there’s no telling how much these jeans would look good on him, but the tears in the knees were making your knees weak.

You imagined the material hugging his shapely legs and strong thighs. You shook your head violently, knowing you were getting ahead of yourself. Placing the jeans into the basket you picked out one more pair before looking for some pajama pants. Two more pairs of pajamas and you headed to the shirts. Two short sleeve, one long sleeve, a couple tanks, and a plaid shirt later and you were almost ready to check out. You wanted to grab him a couple of every day wear shoes, yes you knew you were spending a lot on Michael but it all seemed worth it. You found a pair of combat boots he could wear with his jeans and sneakers that would be comfortable for every day. You also wanted to get him a pair of slippers but you would get that with the other stuff he needed at the market.

With purchases in tow you went back to your car to deposit the bags into your trunk. The last thing you needed was Ivan poking his nose where it don’t belong and seeing that you bought a lot of men’s clothes. You couldn’t think of a good lie that would keep the gossip at a minimum, since everyone knew you didn’t date.

Back at work you hummed thoughtfully to yourself, thoughts back on Michael and all the clothes you had gotten him. Everyone could see that you were in a much better mood while you got busy finishing the work that had piled up in your absence. Your mood couldn’t be dashed as you grew more excited as time went by until you got to go home and show Michael what you gotten him.

Michael had watched you leave from the window after you rushed out the door in embarrassment. His cheek still tingled from the contact with your hand. He couldn’t really think about you leaving or how long you were going to be gone as his thoughts were a whirlwind battering him around to and fro. He closed the curtain back before sitting on the couch. He couldn’t bring himself to go back and finish his breakfast as the look on your face when you realized what you were doing was going to haunt him. For the first time to touch him in such a familiar way, he would have never thought you would have acted. Though he was sure his reaction didn’t help you, you just took him by surprise. It’s not that he didn’t like it, as soon as the contact left his skin he wanted to grab you and bring you back. He regretted making you feel like you had done something wrong.

So now he had to find out what he could do to pass the time until the time you came back from work. From a six year old boy to now a grown man he had had a set schedule in the sanitarium that was an every day occurrence, now that he was free with no rules (except the stay inside and don’t look outside one) he was lost on what he could possibly do. He never had the freedom to explore hobbies or activities he would enjoy. This new found freedom was a little daunting as he tried to decide how to spend the time, where he used to would just stare out a window until the doctors told him differently. He didn’t mind giving up the window as he was gaining a lot more, but there was things he was going to have to get used to. Not having anyone watch him every moment of every day, orders coming from ruthless security guards who would harm you just because you didn’t obey fast enough, doctors poking and prodding, nonstop questions of how he was feeling or is there anything new he’d like to share, medicines that kept him barely conscious. It was all so different, an intoxicating sense of liberty as Michael lurched to his feet and decided to explore your bedroom more.

He opened the door leaving it ajar once he passed through. Your pajamas laid in a half-hazard pile from changing into work clothes as your bed remained unmade, the messed up blankets thrown to one side. Michael hadn’t seen such a bed as he was used to the hospital cots that were lumpy and draped with thin blankets. He rubbed a scarred hand across where you had slept, the soft feel of the sheets a luxury that he had never possessed. He moved carefully sitting on the bed, it groaning under his large frame before laying back his head placed on the pillow you had used last night. He pulled the blankets across him bringing the hem up to his nose where he breathed in deeply. He could smell your scent ingrained in the blankets, your body wash and laundry detergent soaked into the fibers while your pillow smelled of your natural scent with a mix of your shampoo and conditioner. He never felt such comfort as the mattress sunk down contouring to his hard muscles, relaxing him immediately. Though he slept perfectly fine in the night he begun to feel himself nod off at the comfort of the bed and being surrounded by your presence. He checked one more time to see if the door remained open before he drifted off to sleep.

Michael awoke a little groggy but well rested, more so than he had felt in so many years. He checked the clock on your bedside table to see that three hours had passed since he had fallen asleep and he still had a couple more at least until you came home. He got up and stretched before leaving your bedroom to explore your hobby room in the daylight. He also didn’t want to just sit around and wait like a pet dog waiting for it’s owner to come home from a long day away. Now that he could get away with it, he flicked the light switch and leaving the door ajar. He could see your projects much clearer and all that you had created. Piles of sketch books sat around your cluttered desk as paints and brushes littered the top. You had half finished canvases stacked on one side of the wall and another stack of finished projects against another wall.

Michael sat down beside the finished ones flipping through to see all that you’ve done. He wondered what you thought of all these paintings you’ve done. Were you proud? Did you hate them? Was there things you both liked and hated about each piece? His mind churning questions in a raging whirlpool as he focused on the last one. A painting of your street with kids playing in the road. A few played baseball, their forms forever engraved into paint, while a couple of girls skipped rope. A few younger children played hopscotch on the sidewalk. Michael closed his eyes trying to remember such times in his childhood, but none came. He tried to forget the past after killing his sister as no wonderful memories were ever made like these children in your painting. He set it back down a little roughly and while his hands longed to destroy it he couldn’t bring himself to because of you. He thought of all the time you had had to spend with every stroke, every line, and every mix of the paint. He gave it one last warm but longing stare before going to the canvases that have yet to finish coming to life.

Your hands were magic, he decided as he searched through everything. While his was good for taking life your’s was a miracle incarnate bringing such vivid details to life. Every stroke, every line breathed life. While Michael’s brought death yours was the exact opposite. The Persephone to his Hades as you were bringing spring to his dark depths of Hell. You inspired him, life could be more than some form of revenge. That’s all he ever wanted in life and he did not care if it took his very breath from him to achieve it. You could shoot him. Stab him. Carve out his heart and he wouldn’t stop until his goal was met. Bring misery and horrors that he had suffered and nurtured in his own personal nightmare. Fifteen years was a long time to hold something deep inside, it festered and boiled, making him into what he was now. But now he felt that melt away as he learned more and more about you. You were the sunlight to a man trapped in the darkest and dankest cell known to man. He longed for fresh oxygen and the kiss of the golden rays of your being.

He looked at the clock again, this time ticking away above the door he had left wide open. Too long until you came back to him, he had to find something to do before he decided back to his old ways, though he knew it would take him from you. Feeling inspired and deciding to give this drawing thing that you so much enjoyed a try. He picked up a newer sketch pad and a few charcoal pencils. Surely you wouldn’t mind if he took a few pages from your sketch book and some pencils with him?

When you finally pulled up to your house you were feeling a small nagging voice of guilt for taking so long. Grocery shopping had taken a lot longer than you had planned due to running into some acquaintances you hadn’t seen in quite some time at said grocery store. So that put you behind a lot further than you anticipated and you really hoped that Michael wouldn’t be too mad at you.

Grabbing the bags of refrigerated items first, you set them down for a second to unlock the door. You didn’t expect Michael to unlock said door as he couldn’t afford to be seen, ever. Once you had the door open you picked the bags back up and made your way inside. Michael only had a few lamps on in the living room as he sat on the couch with one of your sketch pads and several different mediums of your charcoal pencils. His brow was furrowed in concentration, so much that he had yet to notice you standing there in the doorway. The plastic bags went back down with a loud crinkle and you closed the front door so no curious neighbors could see inside until you went back outside to unload the rest of the things you bought. At the noise you made Michael finally looked up, his expression showed a flash of guilt at being caught using your supplies without permission, but that seemed to evaporate when he saw the curiosity on your face.

You approached him with easy steps and leaned over to see what he was doing. Sketches of people, animals, and trees covered the once pristine white paper, but in all honesty you were quite impressed with the start Michael had. It was in no way professional but you saw the potential inside right there on the paper.

“That’s pretty cool Michael,” you cooed gently holding out your hand. He gently placed the pad in your hand to look over his sketches more closely. You tapped your chin and cocked your head side to side to get the full effect of his strokes.

“Definitely some potential there,” you nodded handing it back to him. He blushed softly before taking it back from you all the while trying to hide his face behind his curls. You laughed picking the grocery bags up once again and depositing them into the kitchen.

“I got more stuff to bring in and once I’m through we’ll get you into some comfier clothes and you don’t have to wear my robe ever again.”

You could tell Michael was excited for having something new to wear, he could have worn his overalls that you had washed but it didn’t seem right anymore. He thought longingly about his mask before shaking his head of the thoughts while he watched you go back outside before hauling in more plastic bags filled with food and some were full of clothing and daily needs for him. Michael helped by taking the grocery items into the kitchen for you all the while staying out of sight. When you had everything inside you closed and locked the door for a final time before starting to put everything up and letting Michael go through all the items you had purchased for him today. He was impressed by the clothing articles you picked out for him and he immediately changed into the fresh underwear and lounge wear you had chosen for him. You were elated that he was enjoying his new clothes and he continued to look through everything while you started cooking something fast and delicious.

Michael watched closely as you pointed and talked about different things you had bought telling him why you chose that certain item and describing the clothing. He watched your slim digits with longing, wondering what they would feel like tangled with this long thick fingers. Was your palm warm or was it cold? He could just imagine the silky softness of your skin of your hand nestled with his rough calloused one.

“Michael,” you asked regaining his attention. He shook his head quickly dashing away all thoughts that took his mind out of the present. He stared at you, eyes hazy from his rising temperature and slightly hidden by his thick hair.

“Do you like everything? If not I can go find some other things at the store?”

“He shook his head quickly.

“You don’t like them,” you deflated right before his very eyes and his heart shattered.

He nodded at your question.

“You don’t want anything else,” you tried again. It was difficult to understand him as he still had yet to be vocal in your presence.

He shook his head and immediately your mood lightened. Though he couldn’t help but feel a little frustrated, mostly at himself. He hadn’t spoke in so long and he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything just yet. They had tried for years back at the Sanitarium to forcefully make him speak so it was hard for him to want to say anything, even in a safe environment that was your home. He watched you leave to go stir dinner on the stove. Whatever you made smelled delicious it made his stomach rumble.

“I notice you didn’t eat the burger in the fridge Michael,” you spoke your back still turned from him. “Did you eat anything else today besides breakfast?”

You turned around to see him guiltily staring at the table and rubbing at the scars on his fingers. You sighed, but you couldn’t get angry at him. Michael’s whole daily life had everything surrounded by a schedule ever since he was a kid, it was going to take more than just one day for him to break that and think for himself. Though he wanted to keep the fact that he hadn’t finished his breakfast either a secret from you as well. After you had left so abruptly his appetite had vanished immediately. Then he fell asleep and slept for a while before getting distracted by other things. Eating had been the furthest thing in his mind, but now with you home and the smell of cooking filling the house, he finally realized just how hungry he really is. His stomach once again betrayed him by giving a very audible growl. You laughed just shaking your head.

“You have to take care of yourself too,” you replied hands on your hips, though no part of you was mad. You were just concerned about him taking care of himself especially if you were going to be gone for the majority of the day during the work week.

“Just promise me that you’ll eat at least a little something while I’m away,” you pleaded grasping his hands with yours. Michael sucked in a breath staring at your joined hands his brown eye widening at the sudden contact. You pretended not to notice as you didn’t want a repeat of just this morning. You wanted to be strong and brave, to show Michael you didn’t fear him, but you didn’t want to run him off by being too forward as he was still needing to learn a lot about the outside world. It took several heartbeats until he finally nodded. Him not answering annoyed you a little, but you were just glad he agreed to try better to take better care of himself while you were gone.

“Thank you,” you whispered releasing him to go take dinner off of the stove.

You placed the spaghetti on the table before setting a couple of plates and forks and filling two glasses with water. Michael dished his own pasta out onto his plate before holding the spoon in one hand and holding out his other towards you. You were confused for just a second as he looked at you expectantly before handing your plate over. Michael shoveled pasta onto your plate before setting it back into your awaiting palms. He stifled the giggle at the amount he gave you (because you knew you couldn’t make a normal amount of spaghetti anyway) but tucked into it. While he wasn’t the best conversationalist around the dinner table you kind of enjoyed the peaceful quiet surrounding the easy atmosphere.

Michael finished first before taking his plate to the sink. You finished next and put the food away before deciding washing dishes could wait. You were exhausted from the day and a shower sounded so heavenly you couldn’t get the thought out of your head. You explained to Michael that you were going to take a shower and then you and him could see what was playing on TV before bed. Michael nodded and you started down the hallway. You noticed that all the doors to every room was left open. You just chalked it up as Michael was used to people shutting doors behind him, he’d eventually learn that it was polite to close doors that had been left closed, you were definitely going to need the patience of a saint when it came to learning about him.

Though you knew he was going to have to have patience when it came to you too. A relationship like this was always a two way street and you were more than willing to deal with anything Michael needed to learn, in hopes that he would feel the same way. So you gathered what you needed from your room and shut the door back. You closed the bathroom door to get ready for your hot shower.

Michael watched you closely from the living room and as soon as you disappeared he started to get nervous as his knee started to jolt up and down in agitation. His palms became clammy and his breathing started to come in rapid pants. He couldn’t take the thought of something being closed off from him, especially you. What if something happened to you and he couldn’t get to you? What if you suddenly found him useless and left him alone, abandoning him like everyone else in his life had? He couldn’t take the thought of being abandoned once more. He bolted from the couch his steps pounding against the floorboards of the hallway before bursting through the door of the bathroom. His eyes burning in rage and fear as you stood in the middle of your bathroom half undressed.

“Michael,” you covered yourself with a towel screeching at his sudden bombardment into the bathroom. “Get out!” You shoved him through the door closing the door and locking it behind him. While Michael had seen his fair share of girls in different states of undress, he found himself a little flustered. There was something about you and your soft stomach, legs, and look of bewilderment that had him shaking. But it was quickly dashed by the now closed and locked door. He felt trapped, like an animal. The walls closing in just like they did in his prison of so many years.

His chest heaved, he was drowning in panic at the barrier between you both. The sunlight locked from his reach as it had been for so long, it was enough to bring him to his knees. Suddenly a crash sounded behind the door you were behind and that’s when the instinct inside, like a frenzied animal, he battered down the door. You shrieked rattling the windows, now completely bare to Michael’s gaze as you were knelt down picking up your shampoo bottle that fell. He stood before you shaking like the whole home was being rattled by an earthquake, his hands quivering, and the one brown eye swiveling widely showing the whites of his eyes. You could have sworn he was a spooked horse instead of a man that you had invited into your home.

Did his dark side finally grip him enough that he was going to take you out? You couldn’t be sure as you stood back up naked as the day you were born shaking in fear. Michael came forward causing you to stumble backwards, he righted you with a strong grip on your smaller shoulders and shaking you firmly. His gaze locked with yours brown and icy blue unwavering as strongly as his grip. He completely ignored your womanly assets to stare deep down into your gaze, you knew it had to be the end. He snapped, completely tired of you and you couldn’t begin to understand why. Maybe he was the monster everyone said?

“N-no,” his low guttural voice shook you to your core. You could have melted immediately from just the sound. Not from the release of all the tension but just from the surprise that he actually spoke. And it wasn’t what you expected, though raspy from disuse his thick husky voice deeper than you ever imagined. You drowned within the sound before you could rein in your thoughts to find out what he possibly could mean.

“No?” You asked in confusion hoping that he would speak more. Explain himself to you. And selfishly you wanted to hear more, the tone of him causing you to go weak in the knees.

He shook his head, “no,” and he pointed to the door.

Realization took over and the cogs within your mind began to work. First you finally remembered just how nude you actually were and secondly the reason behind Michael’s behavior. You gently grasped his hand and removed it with no sudden movement that could cause him to explode. Covering yourself you finally were ready to speak with him.

“Are you talking about the doors,” you finally asked. He nodded again and you once more grew frustrated with the lack of communication.

“Is it because they kept you locked up and away from everything in Grove?”

More nodding.

“Michael you need to talk to me,” you huffed.

“Don’t,” he breathed trying to gain the courage within himself. “Don’t like doors.”

“But I have to have some privacy,” you put your hands on your now covered hips. “It’s not normal to watch a woman shower in her home Michael.”

“Need you,” he shook and your heart melted. You took his hand again as he looked like a kicked puppy and you lead him to the toilet. You placed the seat down and helped him to ease down. Holding his head against your chest you hugged him trying to will comfort into his body.

“You had to feel so lonely,” you spoke tears pricking at your eyes. “I can’t imagine being locked up and tortured for as long as you have been.” You sniffed trying to keep your emotions in check to continue on. “I should have figured it out sooner. I’m sorry Michael.”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, voice muffled by the material of your towel.

“But y’know we’re both going to have to be patient and figure out each other a little at a time. I can’t have you seeing me naked while I shower. That’s not really something normal and I’m not mad, though I am embarrassed. Nobody has seen me naked since I was really little. Congratulations!”

He snorted while you laughed at your own joke.

“But seriously no more locked doors,” you pushed him back a little too look into his eyes to show how serious you were. “I promise not to lock you out but you have to promise to give me a little privacy when I need it okay? This isn’t just a one way street, we have to work together. Deal?”

“Deal,” he agreed.

“Okay so can I take my shower now?”

Michael nodded rising up to tower over your smaller form. He seemed to be fighting with himself for just a little while until he scooped you back into a hug and kissed the top of your head. He bolted towards the door trying to escape in case he crossed a boundary once again.

“Hey Michael.”

He whirled around ready to take anything you were going to say to him.

“You have a really nice voice. We should talk more,” you grinned warming the entire room.

Michael’s cheeks heated and he left without saying another word. You stood for a few moments registering what just happened in your little bathroom before your mind exploded. You screamed internally sinking to your knees as the embarrassment and heat from Michael’s proximity overloaded your system. This whole arrangement was going to murder your sanity but you couldn’t help but feel excited about everything that could possibly happen between you two. Tonight was a start and as Michael tried to ease his hammering heart at the entrance of the living room from the hallway he found himself looking backwards.

You were an enigma and he never had felt something so soft and comforting in his entire life. Your soft pale skin, the plush of your chest, and the warmth that seemed to radiate off you. It hadn’t taken you very long to figure out what was wrong and comfort him. You gave some leeway knowing what he had suffered through all those years in Grove Sanitarium and you tried to be where you could understand his plight. It was all so new to him and he was going to have to figure out how to deal with this new life he was beginning to live. But while it was a little terrifying he couldn’t help but feel excited that he was going to be able to figure it out along with you. He heard the shower turn on and now all he could do was wait until you finished and were once again in his proximity. He couldn’t wait to see what else would come about and time would only tell and show where this arrangement was going to take you both.

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higuchimon · 8 days

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THE TIME OF WRITING HAS RETURNED!!!

This is what I'm going to be writing.

WIP BIG BANG PROJECTS: Target date: September 2024

To Connect To Spirits: Yubel x Juudai, AU/pre-canon divergent, sort of both

Falling From Grace: Edo x Kaito: angel/demon AU

SWEET & SPICY BINGO: Target date: all 25 prompts completed & posted no later than mid-August 2024. Fics will be posted upon completion; will all be one-shots. No prompts will be greater than 8,000 words. No requests being accepted for this bingo.

heatstroke

much-needed rest

sleep deprivation

bubble bath

barely conscious

"Can I give you a hug?"

suppressing emotions

spa day

coughing up blood

bedtime story (alternate prompt)

lost voice

deep breath

"That's a lot of blood"

wound care

thought spiral

deep conversation

nightmares

snapping out of it

hypothermia

home sweet home

broken leg

wiping tears away

punch in the face

(literal) sleeping together

"It's not fair!"

TUMBLR PROMPTS

These prompts have been waiting in my inbox a long time and I will finally get to them. No further requests being accepted until I have completed all of these. All of these will be one-shots no greater than 12,000 words. It is not impossible that I could write some of these for Bad Things Happen Bingo/Any Fandom Dark Bingo/Any Fandom Fluff Bingo/Sweet & Spicy Bingo. I have not yet decided.

Ken & Hikari: taking the hit

Yubel x Juudai x Johan: drink me

Edo x Ryou: please put it DOWN

Yubel x Johan: please listen to me & I told you not to fall in love with me

Taichi x Daisuke: look at me -just breathe, okay

Ken x Daisuke: ouija board; Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear; Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.

Ai x Yuusaku: sleeping together/call me

Edo x Ryou: soulmate death on wrist

Edo x Juudai x Johan: soulmates share one another's extreme physical pain

Yubel x Juudai x Johan: Arc-V (AU? undecided)

02 Chosen: all go to the Digital World/Dark Ocean for the first time together

Yubel x Juudai: truth & promise

Kaiser, Daisuke: obsession

Shou & Juudai: I thought you said you didn't have any powers (Reversal & Healer/Firestarter AU blended)

Kaiser x Daisuke: Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin; Kaiser x Daisuke: One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss; Kaiser x Daisuke: A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck

Kaiser x Daisuke: heart growing three sizes, the grinch-style

Ken x Daisuke: it's a Christmas miracle!

Ken x Daisuke: cuddling for warmth [hybrids/breeds]

Ken x Daisuke: the nutcracker

Edo x Ryou: fire, flames, excessive heat

Juudai x Johan: on the verge of consciousness

Yubel x Juudai: I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere

Ken x Daisuke: “I cannot emphasise, just how immeasurably fucking stupid, this idea is.”

Ken x Daisuke: "You're insane." "You love me." "Not right now I don't."

Hayate (Windy's Origin): memory; what gives you the right

Shingo x Yuugo: too much

Yuugo x Rin: wedding

BAD THINGS HAPPEN BINGO

I've had these requests since 2021. Fills will come. Trust me.

Made A Slave: Alit

Conditioning: Yubel, Johan

Minor Character Death: Juudai, Johan, Yubel, Rune (Reversal AU)

Common Cold: Yubel x Juudai x Johan

Collared & Chained: Taichi x Yamato, breeds AU

Appendicities: Yubel x Juudai x Johan

Good Intentions, Bad Results: Yubel x Juudai x Johan (Arc-V AU)

Chained To A Wall: Juudai x Johan, Reversal AU

Ambush: Jim, O'Brien: Reversal AU

Blindfolded: Juudai x Johan, Reversal AU

Denied Food As Punishment: Miyu

Magical Curse: Taniya x Misawa, Shadow Demons AU

On A Leash: Juudai, Shou: Healer/Firestarter REversal AU

Damaged Wings: Yubel x Juudai x Johan, Sky Stories

Grabbed By The Chin: Yuuya, Yuuri

Captive Push: Jim, O'Brien, Johan

Forced To Kneel/Bow: Juudai x Johan, Reversal AU

Angry Mob: Yubel, Rune, Reversal AU

Soup For The Sick: Yuuri x Dennis

Forced To Beg: Taichi x Yamato, breeds AU

Gilded Cage: KEn x Daisuke: Take To The Skies AU

Brainwashing: Ryou: Healer/Firestarter AU

Shock Collar: Edo x Ryou

Compelling Voice: Daisuke, Apocalymon

Nightmares: Asuka, Reversal AU

ANY FANDOM DARK BINGO

Fics will be posted upon completion; will all be one-shots. No requests being accepted for this bingo.

Human Sacrifice

Haunted House AU

Coming Back To Life

Mafia/Mob AU

Revenge

Vampire AU

Stranded Somewhere

Criminal AU

Evil Stepsiblings

Pirate AU

Russian Roulette

Cult AU

Friday the 13th

Witchcraft AU

Near Death Experience

Sociopath!Character AU

Blackmail

Ghost AU

Interrogation

War AU

Car Accident

Apocalypse AU

End of the World

Space AU

Terminal Illness

ANY FANDOM FLUFF BINGO

Fics will be posted upon completion; will all be one-shots. No requests being accepted for this bingo.

Roommates

Found Family

Wedding Dress Shopping

Prom Night

Meeting The Parents

Fresh Sheets

Picking A Name

Blind Date

Out of Their League

Proposal

Party Games

Red Carpet Event

Going To The Zoo

Scary Movies

Love Triangle

Cooking Disaster

Strangers to Lovers

Costume Party

Dancing In The Rain

Shared Hobbies

Girl/Boy Next Door

Buying A New Car

Carving Initials Into Tree

Introvert x Extrovert

Love COnfession

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Buck up, people, another round of NSFW!

As always, all the fics are focusing on supporting characters, this round they are M or E. The description includes rating, word count and main characters. This week there are cw, please mind the tags!

Next week is open to suggestion - would you like to focus on a character that hadn’t got enough attention? Continue with the vibes? Please send ideas and recs for stories that focus on supporting characters (as in, Aziraphale and Crowley are not the main ones). Self recs are encouraged!

What You Can't Get From Books by souljelly - rated M, 644 words, focusing on Anathema and Newton. Summary: For the Good Omens Kink Meme: Anathema/Newt, library sex.

Heaven Incorporated by Langerhan - rated M, 1.9K, focusing on Gabriel, Michael, Sandalphon and Uriel. Summary: Michael is the first one of them to be granted a corporation. Her fellow ineffable beings are fascinated by it.

When You're Standing Oh So Near by orphan_account - rated M, 1.2K, focusing on Gabriel and Sandalphon. Summary: The thing about Heaven, was that you didn’t need miracles. Things happened to be where you needed them, and didn’t happen to be where you didn’t need them. A table, as a surface to place a photograph, that ceased to be when you turned your back and no longer needed it. An office that was only an office when you opened the door. The door, which was only sometimes a door, and usually wasn’t there at all.

An Average Day for R.P. Tyler by Caedmon - rated M, 619 words, focusing on R. P. Tyler and OC. Summary: R.P. Tyler is a perfectly respectable pillar of the community. Just don't stoke his ire.

Purgatorio by AEpixie7 - 8.3K, rated M, focusing on Michael, Lucifer and Gabriel. CW - Emotional Manipulation, Lies, Trauma, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism. Summary: Michael is sent to Earth on a forced vacation due to her bad attitude following the foiling of Armageddon. She finds herself in the employ of a mysterious businessman, but he is more familiar than she realizes.

I Can Still Recall.. Our Last Summer by BeezandBitches - rated M, 16K, focusing on Anathema and other characters. CW - Recreational Drug Use. Summary: A series of oneshots about Anathema and her lesbian relationships with the most powerful forces of Heaven, Hell, and Earth. (A summer prompt series inspired by a post by @luke-x-percy on tumblr)

Our Side Yule: Transition by vampydoo - 1K, rated M, focusing on Sergeant Shadwell and Madame Tracy. CW - brief mention of injections, brief body changing mentions, Minor Sergeant Shadwell/Madame Tracy, Subtle mentions of sex work. Summary: Little fic for the Our Side Yule Prompt "Transition"."She danced and sang with the crowd she felt the safest in, joining hands and screaming out loud to Christmas songs. She saw romances blossoming and comforting happening, as tears rolled down her cheeks. They caressed and cooed over her, wiping away her tears, as she realised the community she finally had.

The Third Quarter by WaldosAkimbo - rated E, 1.5K, focusing on Eric the Disposable Demon. Summary: One of Erics many many strange tasks in Hell is the Third Quarter Office Activity. Let off some steam. Get to know your neighbors. And the Erics? Oh, they have a hell of a time.

i met her at church, but she can be satan. by thundersfox - rated E, 1.7K, focusing on Adam from Eden, Adam young and Lilith. Summary: I'm not human. I have no man's pride to lead me like this, and I'm not interested in fighting. It's entirely the weakness of your sex, not mine. I'm a woman. I use any and all weapons to get what I want.

Unsafe At Any Speed by @copperplatebeech - rated E, 4.5K, focusing on Michael and War. Summary: Gabriel’s fellow archangels decide that just because the last charge didn’t happen, there’s no reason they can’t ride. A clandestine call to the Horsepersons and some quick selection of gear later, they’re ready to try touring the famous Mountain Course on the Isle of Man. War remembers old times in the field alongside Michael and decides she has more to teach her than riding. “Well, they’ve left you to me,” said War with a slow, broad smile, the breeze lifting her vivid hair as she held Michael’s eyes with a thoughtful gaze. “War and the Angel of Battle. Good pair. Let’s show you what it’s like to burn some road, shall we?”

Authors - if you wish that your Tumblr account will be tagged, instead of the AO3, please comment or DM me the handle. Thanks :)

Bonus - master list with all past recommendations!

Thanks for reading, and remember - sharing is caring!

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#kelly severide - 37 posts

#stella kidd - 36 posts

#densi - 34 posts

#stellaride wedding - 32 posts

#13x22 - 29 posts

#chicago pd - 22 posts

#13x21 - 20 posts

Longest Tag: 80 characters

#i published another post-ep the other day (different fandom) and it felt so good

My Top Posts in 2022:

This is not a drill.

I have been writing again. Mostly Stellaride, but I am working on a Densi post-ep from last week and have a multi-chapter idea for Densi that I’m trying to plan out. It’s amazing what a change in antidepressant protocol can do!

I haven’t been posting my Stellaride stuff on ff.net because the audience seems to mostly be on AO3, but I’ll post my Densi stuff both places.

Stellaride post 10x10

Stellaride post 10x11

Stellaride collection

Stellaride fix-it of Stella coming home

45 notes - Posted March 13, 2022

I love Edit [Janko] Reagan

“Don’t look at me, you guys raised him”

47 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

Please PLEASE tell me Mason wrote “Just Married” on Kelly’s car with post-it notes. PLEASE.

69 notes - Posted May 25, 2022

“Kelly, the simple truth is that you are m a g i c to me. Whenever I’m at my lowest, you lift me up. You never leave my side. You are the goodest of men. And yes, we are taking a huge, crazy leap into the unknown, but we’re doing it together. And when I need to hear it, you’ll tell me, ‘you’ve got this Stella Kidd,’ and I’ll know that everything will be okay because it always is when I’m with you. I love you with everything I’ve got, Kelly Severide, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Stella, I decided a long time ago that if I was gonna be with you, I needed to be worthy of you, which seemed impossible. How do I become worthy of someone brave enough to show who they are inside and out? What makes me this better person that I keep hearing about is you keep me from locking things up. Instead, you made sure you really knew me. Then by some miracle, you still love me. Stella, I might never be worthy of you, but I promise to spend the rest of my life trying. And I love you.”

91 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Obv I went back and watched the Stellaride hospital scene like 15 times just now. Things I loved:

- Stella being so worried she can’t even form a single complete thought

- the way she is afraid to touch him where he’s injured so she just keeps touching his face

- KELLY SEVERIDE WITH TEARS IN HIS EYES

- the way he tucks his head into her chest when she hugs him close

- the way he choked up when he told her he loved her

- the placement of his hands on her upper thighs when Boden walks in

- Kelly wiping his tears away as Boden and the detective come in

- DID I MENTION KELLY SEVERIDE WAS SO EMOTIONAL HE WAS BASICALLY CRYING??

- more face touching

- the way Stella cradles his head against her after they’re left alone again

YOU GUYS. I just freaking love them so freaking much and they’re getting freaking married NEXT WEEK.

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #I might love stellaride #lil bit

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jamesgalgano · 8 months

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NO SERENITY FOUND HERE - no serenity found (HERE?!) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1381003238-no-serenity-found-here?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=semajrah&wp_originator=HmsZyyop3GArE3fShZkeTMCkUXLklEMF3Mv5i6%2FvU%2BufWx96xK5zWSMcW08%2FCuqErlmNEx186KR0pYjVPFvOhHBe54%2FWsATyhoT4g2MJ91cseUaJRWVuJx1of%2FOGcL%2Be No serenity found! By james a. galgano No sweet serenity arrives to wipe away each unfallen tear. Nor apology to remedy your sorrow for every unknown year. You remained in love with this woman who you thought you gave her love to you. With endearing promise to remain with you until you died But when her changed of heart came unannounced, she left you alone your sad side Without even an explanation for years of love which were easily forgotten Leaving you abandoned lost alone there your broken heart has rotten. Waiting on this crown of thorns you wear waiting for slim sign. That there was a mistake needing your impossible dream to rectify But no reply I forthcoming leaving you lost without miracle or prayer. To remedy what has been lost leaving you alone with this broken heart. Where now you remain forever captive alone clinging my love never to depart.

#found #no #serenity #poetry #books #wattpad #amreading

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mello-jello · 3 years

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Don't we all agree that Hange loves to play pranks on Levi? I'm pretty sure the most fucked up joke she made was when she pretended to sacrifice to save humanity and being burn alive? lord, Levi was so pissed off! It tooked like 3 years to finally forgive Hange and they finally living in a small cottage in the forest. How do I know this? Cause I'm their handmaid.

omg anon, how does one get that job? I will do it for free! I would PAY to have that job.

I realize Tumblr is collectively over the BBC Sherlock, but can you just imagine Hange with a stupid pencil drawn on moustache, trying and failing SO HARD to lighten the mood?

Maybe Hange needed to lay low? Maybe the Yeagerists has eyes on Levi, and making contact with him would have put him at risk?

oh no...

UhHHmm... hang on, I made this into a whole thing:

It’s midday and yet the sky is dark. Thick storm clouds circle above, threatening torrential downpour at any moment. The ceremony was good, all things considered. The 104th all gave short speeches about their beloved commander, which was nice. The priest was a little religious but kept the service pretty well non-secular, which is what Hange would have wanted.

Levi on the other hand, would have loved some sort of reassurance that this wasn’t the end. He would love to be able to believe in a heaven, where Hange is spending their time in complete bliss and will be there when it’s his time. He wants to believe there is any sort of omnipotent being in control of everything. He wishes he was capable of that kind of thinking.

And yet.

Everyone has left by now, and Levi’s not sure how he’d been standing there, staring at the freshly laid soil below a headstone. Fighting back tears, he speaks aloud, a last ditch effort to communicate with God or whatever. How does he know for sure Hange’s not listening anyway?

"Hange,” his voice catches as he had been clenching his jaw all day.

“I… I was so alone and I owe you so much. But please, there's just one more thing... one more thing, one more miracle, Hange, for me? Don't. Be. Dead. Would you do that, just for me? Just stop it. Stop this..."

Levi felt silly. Talking out loud to the dead never appealed to him before, why would he start now? He dropped the bouquet of flowers he was gripping too tightly onto the grave and turned to leave, just as the rain started to pour.

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Onyankopon, Gabi, and Falco can sense Levi’s depression. It stems from more than the loss of Hange, it comes from everything Levi has ever lost in his entire life. There is no need for Levi to fight anymore. No more distractions. The lack of distractions is what makes living on so difficult.

It’s been three years since that fateful day, and the trio wanted to do something on the anniversary to take Levi’s mind off of it, even if just for an evening. Levi was bitter and cold as usual, but he knew they were just trying to help, and he did appreciate it. So reluctantly, he agreed to a movie and dinner.

He never even needed to shave before, but Levi had grown quite an impressive moustache during this time. The kids seemed to like it, they said he looked distinguished. Levi figured it would also help get attention off his scars.

Gabi and Falco were particularly excited for the movie. It was a musical comedy, of all things. Levi surprised himself by actually kind of laughing at it. He enjoyed the caramelized popcorn, too. At dinner, the 4 of them sat around a fancy table and Levi listened wholeheartedly as the other 3 discussed the movie. At one point, Gabi had shot soda out of her nose from laughing too hard, and Falco was teasing her about it.

Levi was about to interject with a snide remark, when he was suddenly interrupted by a particularly terse waiter.

“Sir, I think, you’ll find this vintage to your liking”, they said in an accent Levi had never heard before, while shoving a bottle of wine in his face. Levi was pissed, as the bottle so rudely brought up unpleasant memories.

“Tch, no.” Levi said as politely as he could muster through his teeth.

“It ’as all the qualities of the old, with some of the colour of the new,” they said, as if purposefully ignoring him. Levi was actually having a good time tonight, why did this guy have to be so pushy?

Keeping his locked forward, Levi said again, “No, thank you.”

The waiter switched sides, now on Levi’s left, which had the eye he could see with. Onyankopon gave Levi a sympathetic look as the water continued, “Like a gaze from a crowd of strangers, suddenly one is aware they are staring into ze face of an old friend.”

“No, look seriously,” Levi finally breaks and looks up, “could you just-”

Levi’s face drops. His entire body jolts impossibly rigid, as he stares with an expression of utter disbelief.

Hange. Hange was the waiter. They dipped a napkin into a glass of water, and wiped off the fake mustache from their top lip. “Interesting thing, a tuxedo. Lends distinction to friends, and anonymity to waiters,” they said in their normal voice.

“Levi?” Gabi asks, and Levi is suddenly aware that he forgot to breathe. He forgot to blink too. He feared that if he moved in any way, Hange might disappear.

He turns his head to Onyankopon, then his eyes fill with tears and he ducks his head momentarily before he stumbles clumsily to his feet, shaking the table in the process. He looks at Hange again, who then extends their arms, as if expecting Levi to hug them.

“Hange?” Oyankopon questioned, incredulously.

Levi looked down at the table, breathing heavily before locking eyes with Hange again.

“Hey, does your rub off, too?” Hange gestured to Levi’s facial hair, to which he did not find funny. His gaze was slowly turning murderous.

Falco put his hand on Levi’s arm. “What-?”

“Well, long story short,” Hange explained, a little awkwardly. “I’m not dead.”

Hange stares into Levi’s eyes as they slowly realize that this was a bad idea. They start feeling guilty. “It was a bit mean, springing it on you like that, I know. I could have given you a heart attack, probably still will. But in my defence, it was very funny. Okay, it’s not a great defence-”

“I SAW YOU!” Onyankopon broke through their rambling.

“Oh, no-

“YOU DIED!”

“I just checked, and no, no I didn’t!”

Levi made a fist and pounded the table, nearly spilling all their drinks and drawing attention to them. Hange looked around nervously, but Levi did not care, although he whispered, “three years.”

“Okay, Levi, I’m suddenly realising I probably owe you some sort of an apology,”

Levi took another, deliberately deep breath and asked, “how?”

“Just… okay, one question! Let me ask one question,” Hange asked. They pointed to Levi’s moustache, “Are you really going to keep that?” They blurted out in laughter for all of 2 seconds before Levi launched at them. They both crashed to the floor, Levi on top of Hange, trying to throttle them.

#levihan #levihan drabble #i might have more 👀#i wrote this on break on a night shift so don't look at it too long okay #this is a wee bit angstier than i thought

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I love you, and I don’t want to.

based on the song “I Love You” by Billie Eilish.

Armin x Reader

cw: ANGST, cheating, cursing, ig a little bit of hinted smut... that’s about it.

summary: It started with kisses and went on from there, you later found yourself deeply regretting those “innocent” pecks, especially when you came to figure out that the blonde boy at the bedroom door who was watching your every move, was, for a fact, in love with you.

notes: Hi, hello, welcome to my first ever tumblr post! (Starting my journey off with angst lmao) I stayed up until 4AM to finish this and it’s... kind of bad. BUT ANYWAYS, my name is Nai, i’m still new to this shii and don’t really know how tumblr works but I hope you enjoy! (also, continuous italics mean past memories) Alright, continue on.

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You didn’t want to hurt him, you really didn’t, and you only realized that you did once you looked up to see the hurt and betrayal on his face. Wide eyes staring at you, not bothering to blink once, mouth open, brows slightly furrowed, he wasn’t even crying. he was in shock.

He was holding your maroon sweater you forgot at his place along with a beautiful purple flower which unbeknownst to you, he picked because it reminded him of his one and only love, the one person he could ever trust with his secrets, the one person who could actually understand him. You.

“Sasha, get back here! I’m gonna starve to death!” Connie yelled while he was chasing Sasha around, she had some of his food in her hand, by the looks of it, probably bread, or meat. She obsessed over both of course,

but especially meat.

“Come and get it looser!” She teased.

“Could you guys keep it down? I’m trying to write a letter here!” Jean exclaimed.

“Man it was just chaotic.” Armin thought to himself.

He let out a small sigh with a smile,

“Gosh if (Y/n) was here everything would get out of hand, I wouldn’t look back, I wouldn’t have any second thoughts, I would just goof off with the rest of them. With (Y/n).”

He scanned the room, partially out of curiosity and partially out of boredom.

A maroon sweater caught his eye, your maroon sweater. Since he had nothing else to do he thought he would bring it to you.

Armin was also a little bit concerned because you didn’t come today, you said you were pretty free.

“She probably just forgot.” he said to himself before announcing that he was gonna go for the day, he wanted to spend the rest of it with you. He was tired and was in need of your soft delicate fingers running though his hair.

The blonde boy earned a few waves and goodbyes before he shut the door and took a deep breath, smelling the fresh air outside. He admired the nature, and the sun which was just beginning to set, along with these things, another fragile item caught his eye.

A purple flower.

Purple was your favorite color, and even though there were so many colors to choose from, you chose purple. Just like these flowers, even though there were so many pretty flowers, he chose the one that reminded him of you.

“A-Armin...” you silently whispered, picking your head up from the soft fluffy pillow and gently pushing Eren off of you with your hands to his chest,

Once Armin heard your soft voice, he snapped out of his shocked state and slowly began to look down, eventually covering his face with his left hand as those warm familiar tears rolled down his cheeks.

He shook his head in denial while scrunching up his face as even more tears escaped his ocean blue eyes, he dropped your maroon sweater along with the flower that he picked out just for you and quickly began to walk down the stairs, to your front door without hesitation.

His soft blonde hair was slightly bouncing up and down as he took each step while wiping his tear-stained cheeks with his sleeve.

He was scared. He was scared that he let you down. He was scared that he wasn’t good enough anymore.

“Who am I kidding.” He let out a quick breath through his nose, laughing at himself.

“I never was good enough.”

“Eren, please, I think you should go.” You muttered softly while pointing towards the same door where Armin witnessed the love of his life making love to another.

All you could hear was a muffled response as your mind blocked out every noise except for your unsteady breathing.

You closed your eyes and all you could picture was the look on his face, those blue eyes slowly losing their light by each second he stood there, yeah, you saw that.

And you felt like shit for causing him pain.

Once you opened your eyes, you realized you were alone. Eren left and now you only had your frustration to company you.

With every growing second, you asked yourself why. why, why, why?

You ran your fingers through your hair and closed your fist on the victimized strands. Rocking yourself as tears slowly seeped out.

“why did I do this? I promised him.” you said to yourself, letting your memories take you back.

“(Y/n), would you ever, uhm, be with someone else if I didn’t seem like enough?” He looked up at your (e/c) eyes and you furrowed your brows, abruptly stopping your fingers from combing through his hair.

His head was on your lap, both of you sitting on an open field leaning against a nearby tree while looking at the sunset, the orange glow tinting both of your faces,

“What? Of course not... I love you Armin, you’ll always be enough.” You said before continuing your soft strokes through his luscious locks.

“Promise?” He still kept his gaze on your face, floating off into space and forgetting about everything else except for you.

“I promise.” you said, a small smile dancing on your lips.

That’s when Armin Arlert knew you were the one he was going to marry no matter what.

He loved you.

“But I don’t want to.”

He said to himself,

It was a miracle that he made it home safely with tears in his eyes.

He was sitting at his desk with an open notebook laying across the plank of wood, scribbling the words “I hate you.” over and over again until his arm started giving out.

But he knew that no matter how many times he wrote out those hurtful words, he would love you. Even if he didn’t want to.

Armin paused for a moment, before opening a new page and bringing his hand up to neatly write on the first line.

I love you, I don’t want to, but I love you.

#armin #armin arlert #angst #aot angst #aot #cheating #i love you #i almost cried while writing this #attack on titan #armin x reader #armin x y/n #aot imagines #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #armin season 4 #season 4 aot

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boopernatural · 3 years

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HC of Jake changing his bebe's diaper for the first time.

Glad to see you active again here on Tumblr. 💗

Jake has never been good with “yuck.” Despite his many years of tenure as a detective, seeing horrible things, he always managed to maintain a surprisingly weak stomach. This rang true for most bodily functions.

He knew that with becoming a father he’d have to overcome this, so he took a page right out of his wife’s book. Or, more accurately, her binder.

Immersion therapy. Jake helped Charles pick up dog poop for weeks. Jake read every book about childbirth and studied up on every disgusting aspect about the miracle of life. He watched videos on changing diapers and practiced holding his breath intermittently if need be.

He was only human. He couldn’t do anything about the fact that he had an inherently sensitive gag reflex. But he was going to try his damndest not to let it affect his efforts as a father.

After being present for the birth of their son, he was pretty sure nothing could faze him. Hell, he’d seen that kids head tearing through his wife -not his most eloquent descriptor of the event- and it hadn’t made him want to barf (really, he only felt sympathy for her.)

The first diaper came in the hospital room, eleven hours after Mac was born. Amy was snoozing away in the hospital bed, and Jake would give anything to see her awake well rested. After what she’d been through, he was content to let her sleep for years if she needed it.

His baby made a noise, an uncomfortable disgruntled sound that gave him a strange feeling in his chest. His immediate instinct was to find whatever problem had caused Mac to make that unhappy sound, and destroy it.

Naturally, it was the feeling and smell of a full diaper.

“Alright kid.” Jake said quietly so as not to wake his exhausted wife, “We got this.”

His motions were so slow, tender and gentle. He’d never touched anything with such care before. The baby in his arms was impossibly small, and he’d die before he let anything happen to him.

Jake said a silent prayer, stared Mac down, and unfolded the diaper.

It was as horrible as to be expected. He knew that the newborn baby poops were particularly bad, but nothing could’ve prepared him for just HOW bad.

Strangely though, he found himself mostly unaffected. Sure, it was ten thousand leagues under the sea of nasty. But… he didn’t really care.

This little squirming baby needed to be cleaned. He was unhappy, and this would make him happy. That was really all Jake needed.

He went though the motions, just like they’d practiced in their parenting classes. Wipe, powder jelly and wrap, a formula he’d perfected on creepy dead-eyed baby dolls many times before.

Except now, after he was done, he was rewarded with the content gurgles of a freshly changed baby. The smell of baby powder replacing anything unpleasant. Warmth spread through his chest as he pulled the baby back up against him, sighing softly.

“It’s not your fault little man.” Jake murmured, “But next time, maybe use some Poopouri.”

Mac stared up at him as if to say: “I haven’t seen that infomercial yet, Dad.”

Jake smiled down at the little boy with the big brown eyes and the contented breathing. He was already about the most perfect human being that had ever existed. Liquid fire for sure.

Of course, what was going on in his diaper could be described the same way, but Jake opted no to look at it that way. Instead, he had the chance to make sure this baby was always clean, comfortable and loved.

And no matter how badly the job stunk, it was still the best one he’d ever have.

#b99 #b99 hcs #b99 headcanons #Jake and Amy

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tweedlydumbtweedlydoo · 4 years

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Damon Salvatore x pregnant!reader

Requested by anon // Summary: You’re pregnant and Damon has enemies. Those two things don’t match well together

A/N: warning it’s angsty and sad lol. Anon- i hope you like it!! xx

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: OPEN {CLOSED}

** Who I Write For **

********************************************************************************************NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS

You were on your way home from your shift at work and called Damon to let him know.

“Hey, I just wanted to tell you that I’m on my way home.”

“Okay, be careful. The roads are slick tonight.”

“I will. Can you make sure if we-” You didn’t get to finish your sentence. A figure out of nowhere appeared in the middle of the road. Your tires screeched as you braked and swerved trying to avoid the figure. Your car slides into the ditch and hits a tree head on.

“y/n?!” Damon yells over the phone. You can hear his voice, calling for you. Your head is pounding and there was a pain in your chest.

“answer me!”

You groan, rolling your head to the side. The figure made its way to you and you felt the panic setting in, “Damon..”

“y/n?! Are you okay?” Damon’s voice is frantic.

Your hands try at the seat belt, but it’s jammed. The figure stalks closer, “Damon, it’s getting closer.” You whimper. You scream as the figure yanks the door clean off your car.

The street light illuminates the figures face and your blood runs cold, “Katherine..” you whisper.

Then everything goes black.

He looks up at Stefan, his eyes wide. Stefan had heard everything. “That bitch made her way out of the tomb and she’s got y/n.”

“Wake up you little bitch.” Katherine kicks at your feet.

You groan as your eyes focus on the girl in front of you, “Katherine?”

She smirks, arms crossed over her chest, “In the flesh.”

“But you were locked in the tomb..” You look around. You’re in an old home, tied to a chair.

“And now I’m not locked in the tomb.” She laughs.

“What the hell do you want?” You pull at the ties, but it’s no use.

She sighs, grabbing a knife from the side table, bending to your level. She pouts, “Payback for locking me in the damn tomb!” She then takes the knife to your thigh.

You scream out in pain.

She stands, leaving the knife in your thigh. Suddenly her mouth turns into a smirk, “Damon Salvatore knocked you up.” She wickedly laughs, “Oh this payback got so much sweeter.”

“Damn it bonnie, do the damn spell!”

“I’m working as fast as I can with you yelling down my neck!” Bonnie yells back, doing her magic.

Damon steps back from her, pacing, “She’s gonna kill her. She’s going to kill the baby.” He runs his hands through his hair, “How the hell did she get out?!”

“I found her.”

When Damon arrives, he throws the car in park and runs up the stairs to the front door. However, he’s stopped at the door. He can’t get inside the home because he hasn’t been invited in. “Katherine Pierce!” He beats on the imaginary guard as if things would change.

Katherine holds the knife to your neck as she walks to the hallway where Damon can see her. She smirks, “Damon. Glad you can join us.”

He can see the blood pooling down your leg from the knife wound. His eyes meet yours and he can see the fear in your eyes. Your eyes match the fear in his. “This is between me and you Katherine, let her go. Please.”

“Begging to save a human?” She laughs, shaking her head, “You really have changed, Damon Salvatore.”

“Damn it, Katherine, please!” He begs, banging on the doorway.

She sighs, “You know how I like to play games Damon.”

You whimper as she digs the knife in your neck, knicking a little so that a small thing of blood seeps out.

She smirks up at Damon, her veins and fangs showing, “I think I need a snack.”

“Katherine! Please!” But it’s too late. Katherine sinks her teeth into your neck.

Damon screams and yells, helplessly watching as Katherine feeds on you. You can feel the life slipping from you. Your teary eyes meet Damon’s as you grow weaker. One single tear slips down your cheek, as you whisper, “I love you.” Then your body goes limp and your eyes close.

Katherine lets your body drop to the hardwood floors, wiping the blood off her lip, “Not as sweet as I imagined.” She smirks.

Damon screams, his eyes filling with tears. He can feel the anger boiling inside him, “I’m going to kill you! I’m going to rip you apart!”

“Catch me if you can.” Then she’s gone in an instant. The barrier drops as she kills the owner of the home that was compelled to stay silent in the kitchen.

Damon rushes to you, dropping to his knees. “No.. no..” His hands are hesitant to touch you. “Please… please come back to me.” He gently gathers you in his arms, holding you to his chest as he sobs.

He doesn’t hear the gentle pounding of your heartbeat. The second one that you had been growing inside you isn’t heard. How could he have let this happen? He runs his hand over your forehead and cheek, “I’m so sorry.. I’m so sorry..” He brings you to his chest.

This was all his fault and now, he has nothing to lose. He has no one left. The love of his life and your miracle baby; erased from this earth in seconds and he couldn’t do anything to help. He let his eyes close, knowing what he had to do. The pain, guilt and sadness would be too much for him. He can already feel it overwhelming him. When he opens them, he doesn’t feel a thing. He feels nothing. He’d shut his humanity off.

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bigfrozenfan-fanfics · 3 years

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Chapter 02 - The plan

Links: Chapter overview, Character list, Map, Glossar Rating: M over all Publishing cycle: each Friday on (link)

Remarks: all my chapters contain carefully selected music tracks. It’s your own decision if you want to use them or not while reading. The purpose is to musically support the respective mood of the plot. If you can please use a browser for reading (not the Tumblr app) due to the text formatting.

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Honeymaren stepped outside and quietly walked away from the kota, leaving the two alone. This was a deeply private moment, she felt instinctively. When she raised her head and looked around, she saw only sad faces and bowed heads. Yelana stood nearby and gently took her in her arms as she passed, knowing that Elsa was also very close to Honeymaren's heart.

The sun had set a few minutes ago and the first campfires were lit in the village. No stars had been seen in the sky above the Enchanted Forest for more than thirty-four years. But now the first of them appeared in the rapidly darkening firmament, and many of the Northuldra stared up in awe. Even though it had been a while since the magical fog had disappeared around the forest, it was a miracle for most of them to experience it.

It had become very quiet now and except for Kristoff and the others from Arendelle, nobody was standing in front of the kota anymore. No one spoke a word, not even Olaf. Then sobbing from inside could be heard and the flap of the hut opened. Anna stepped outside with her head down, tears in her eyes. Kristoff rushed towards her and gently put his arm around her shoulders. He felt her body tremble and wondered what was really wrong with Elsa. No one had told him anything, no one knew more.

Anna raised her head and looked into his eyes. Then she began to speak in a fragile voice and the others curiously came a bit closer. “Elsa is ... she ... ”, she broke off and began to sob again. “Kristoff, my sister has ... she didn't recognize me! She doesn't know who I am! She ... I talked to her, told her about me and Arendelle, about our parents, about Olaf, about all of us and about our experiences here in the forest too. The Spirits and Bruni, who she liked so much. Even about Ahtohallan and who she was afterwards, who we both were. The bridge. Of the fact that together we both freed the forest and the Northuldra, that she made me Queen of Arendelle.” She paused and took a deep breath. “Kristoff, she doesn't know anything anymore. Nothing at all! She ... she's forgotten all of us ... including me.”

Then Anna just couldn't take it anymore and collapsed. Anna slipped out of his grip to fall to the floor in front of him and screamed, “Elsa!”

She began to cry unrestrainedly and her body shook with helpless sorrow. Kristoff immediately knelt beside her and tried to comfort her in some way. Mattias watched helplessly as his queen let it all out. Halima took his hand and sobbed. Many Northuldra had rushed by the noise and watched in dismay. Olaf looked sadly over from Anna to the kota. He could not understand what was going on. Then he made a decision, walked towards the entrance of the hut and entered the inside.

It lasted only a few moments then a scream came out of the kota. “Ahhh ... get out! Help me! Get this thing out of here! Don't touch me! Get away! Get out of here!”

All heads went around startled and even Anna stared at the hut in disbelief. Seconds later the entrance opened and Olaf came out backwards. He turned around with his head down, walked a few steps and abruptly dropped to the ground. Then he started to move his body slowly back and forth. Over and over again.

Snowmen can't cry but with Olaf everyone had the impression he did now.

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Anna grabbed Kristoff's hand and he helped her to rise. Then she went over to Olaf and took him in her arms. He needed comfort now, more than ever, and she hoped a warm hug from his best friend would help him. At first he did not react. His pain was just too great. Then he nestled his head on Anna's shoulder and began to speak softly.

“I don't understand this, Anna. How can Mom forget me? She's never yelled at me before.”

Again tears began to stream down Anna's face and she squeezed her eyes shut, hugging Olaf a little tighter. Olaf had never called Elsa that before! But he was right. Elsa had never yelled at anyone before. Never! Something had changed her. It wasn't just her memory loss or the fact that her skin was so unusually warm. It was almost as if she had become a different person.

Mattias gently squeezed Kristoff's shoulder and pulled him aside. “Let's leave the two of them alone and calm down a bit first. We need to talk.”

Kristoff nodded and they sat down together with Halima at the next campfire. “How could all this have happened. What can we do?” Kristoff looked at both of them for help.

Mattias hadn't known Elsa and the others for very long, so he was the only one in the group who could see the events emotionally at a distance and remained calm and composed. Not least because of his age and his background.

“I experienced something similar once before, with a soldier with a severe head injury. He couldn't remember anything afterwards, not even his own name. It took a very long time and was a difficult healing process, but little by little his memories came back.”

Kristoff started to answer when Yelana came out of the darkness to her crackling fire and sat down between him and Mattias. Everyone looked at her eagerly.

“You want answers and you are seeking for a solution. Unfortunately I cannot give you one. Even our healer has never experienced such a thing and is at the end of her abilities. But I can tell you what happened before you arrived.” And so she told them everything she knew and left out no detail, including the disappearance of the spirits and that Elsa's magic was apparently gone as well.

“We must take Elsa back to Arendelle. The more things she sees there from her past, the sooner her memories will hopefully return,” Mattias noted at the end of Yelana's report. “However, we should be careful that as few people as possible become aware of this. This whole thing could leave us vulnerable if details get out beyond Arendelle's borders.”

“Vulnerable?” wondered Kristoff.

Mattias looked at him with a serious look, “Elsa's magic and her status as Fifth Spirit. If it became known that she no longer possessed either, then ...”, he left the sentence open.

Kristoff couldn't imagine exactly what Mattias was thinking about, but nodded slowly. It was probably best to keep everything as secret as possible for now.

“I will ride back to Arendelle with Halima in the early morning and bring back a few reliable men and an inconspicuous means of transport. I will think of a reason for this and also bring a suitable disguise for Elsa. There's nothing we can do at the moment, so perhaps we should get some sleep.” At this, he looked questioningly at Yelana.

“I have already made sure that everything is prepared. The two kotas over there will be at your disposal for the next few days.” she replied and pointed in that direction.

Finally they all rose together and Kristoff looked over to Anna who was still cradling Olaf in her arms.

“Oh Anna!” he whispered and slowly walked over to her.

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Kristoff managed with a lot of feeling and gentle words to get Anna and Olaf to go to one of the provided kotas for the night. He opened the flap and held it open for them. Inside the kota there were two very comfortable looking beds, which were covered with plenty of furs. Anna had to pull up her nose involuntarily when she entered and an intense reindeer smell hit her. She was used to Kristoff's odor, but this was different and almost took her breath away at first.

Kristoff didn't seem to mind when she turned to him, and he just closed the flap behind him with a motionless expression.

“Can you ... ,” she asked and nodded towards the entrance.

He raised his eyebrows, but then understood. “Uh ... yes of course. Sorry, I hadn't thought of that.” He fastened the flap to the outer sling and then came back in. A gentle night breeze blew through the inside and let Anna breathe a sigh of relief.

He let her choose one of the beds and Anna sat down on the front edge of one of them. Olaf pulled down one of the furs and lay wordlessly at the foot end. Anna looked over at Kristoff, who stood there undecidedly. Finally he sat down opposite her. For a moment there was an uncomfortable silence.

Then Anna said softly, “Remember when we talked about my past as a child?” He confirmed with a nod.

She let out a long sigh, “Well, I thought of that because of the similar situation with Elsa now and that I still can't remember by myself what happened to me that night when Grand Pabbie simply took away my childhood memories with Elsa's magic. Elsa told me everything a few years ago and helped me to visualize it. For that, I am infinitely grateful to her.”

Kristoff nodded, “Yes, I understand very well what you mean. I remember that it was pure coincidence that I followed this ice track that one of your parents' horses pulled behind it and that I was hidden behind a rock when I watched everything. I mean, I grew up with the trolls, but I had never seen this ability with Grand Pabbie before or known about it. To witness what he did with you and to see his visions about Elsa scared me a lot.” Kristoff was caught up in his memories for a moment. Then he shook his head. “But let's stop thinking about it. We better should go to sleep now.”

Anna quietly agreed, “Yes, you're certainly right. Let's better go to sleep.”

~~~

Kristoff lay awake for a long time, pondering her words and today's events. Pale moonlight flooded in from above and enveloped the kota in a diffuse light. Anna had a restless sleep as he could tell by the creaking of the bed. He looked over to her. Anna rolled back and forth, her breath went in jerks, her body twitched in her dream. Then she screamed out loud. Kristoff jumped out of bed and hurried to her.

“Anna!” He wiped away a tear with his thumb and stroked her cheek. She woke up, still breathing heavily, and looked at him.

“Please stay with me tonight,” she whispered and moved aside a little. He hesitated a moment, but then lay down next to her gently. Anna snuggled up against him.

“Thank you,” she breathed.

“Sorry to wake you, but you had a bad dream and you even screamed.”

Anna hesitated a bit before answering him, “I dreamed about the cave. Where Olaf had dissolved in my arms. At that moment I believed ... I knew that Elsa hadn't made it, that she had gone too far. Everyone I loved had left me. I felt so lost, Kristoff. I don't know where I found the strength to get back up again. Honestly, nothing was the same anymore. I was so alone. It felt like I was the last person in this now-desolate world.” She paused, and Kristoff heard more than he saw in the dark, that she was crying again. “The way Elsa is now, it feels worse for me, as if she had died!” Kristoff swallowed hard. He was afraid of the next two days and how they would change his Anna.

“My bright star has gone. I have lost her,” she mumbled softly after a few moments before falling asleep again.

~~~

The next morning brought light rain and it had become quite cool. The sky showed grey clouds and the usually so friendly looking forest lay in grey shadows. The camp was quiet and not many of the Northuldra were on their way yet. Mattias was just about to saddle the horses when Kristoff, Anna and Olaf stepped out of the kota. Halima stood next to him and they talked quietly together.

Anna immediately cast an uncertain glance over to Elsa's cabin, while Kristoff walked over to the two as soon as he noticed them.

“Good morning, General ... Halima,” he said and nodded to them.

“Well, it could be a little better, Kristoff,” Mattias replied with a grin and wiped the raindrops from his face with one hand while holding the reins of the two horses with the other one.

“Morning, Kristoff. How is Queen Anna doing?” asked Halima and looked over to her.

“She's fine, but her sleep was restless,” Kristoff replied. All three looked over to her now and Mattias noticed the direction in which she still was looking.

“Take good care of our queen, Kristoff. All this has taken quite a toll on her and she now needs rest and someone to comfort her with attention. I'm convinced, you are the best man for that.”

“This of course is, General Mattias, thank you. Take good care of yourself on the way back. I'll see you in about two days.”

Mattias gave Kristoff a friendly slap on the shoulder. “We will. We'll hurry.” Then he helped Halima into the saddle and led both horses over to Anna and Olaf. He bowed respectfully to Anna. Halima did the same from the top of the horse. Anna looked at them and the horses in astonishment.

“You are leaving us already?”

“Good morning, Your Majesty, excuse our behaviour, but yes, we don't want to lose any time and want to be back here as soon as possible. Last night we all agreed that we want to bring Elsa back to Arendelle. Unfortunately there's not much we can do for her here now, but the doctors at home will surely find a solution. Kristoff knows all the details of our plan. Rest now, and don't grieve. Kristoff, Yelana and Honeymaren will take care of everything you need. Please do not worry. We'll be back in two days.”

Anna nodded wordlessly and he got on his horse in relief, turning it towards the big clearing. Then they both rode off, waving goodbye one last time. Kristoff stepped beside Anna, put an arm around her and they watched the horses disappear between the trees.

“It's gonna be all right, Anna.”

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I shared my Dessert! (And my heart)

- by Perrygrace9 (ao3) A Drarry one shot.

Based on a Prompt I received on tumblr: “Ok hear me out. This is based on how I got with my bf. Draco has had a crush on Harry forever(and they're sorta friends but not really) One day Harry walks in on Draco crying in a stairwell of a hotel, harry goes to comfort him and Draco fesses up to how he feels. Ok this is just what happened to me with new names but still it would be dope to see it written out.

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Draco buried his face in his knees, his fingers fisting his hair as he bit his lip in a vain attempt to stifle the sobs that wracked through his chest.

The image of Harry kissing Oliver Wood was still flashing through his mind, burning and stinging his heart, scorching him to the very core.

He hated it! Hated the way Harry was leaning against the counter in that easy confident way of his, with his strong arms wrapped around Wood's waist as the Quidditch star nipped and licked at Harry's neck while Harry chuckled before leaning down and catching his lips in a heated kiss.

He hated how easily Oliver Wood had taken the glass of scotch from Harry's grasp—like he owned the man—and had nestled into Harry’s arms before proceeding to make out with him, as if Wood belonged there, as if he was laying claim on Harry by kissing him in front of everyone, right at the bar counter in the middle of a party for all the world to see that he owned the saviour who was coveted by the entire wizarding world.

It made Draco sick. And so he had chucked down the last of his drink and stormed out of the hall, leaving Pansy surprised and calling after him. But he hadn't turned back, too desperate to hide his tears and leave the hall before they fell and spilled from his eyes, making him the object of ridicule.

He shouldn't have come to this stupid ministry gala. But he did anyway. Just to look at Harry. To see him dressed up in all his glory and see the shine in his eyes. Harry looked beautiful in his full Auror uniform, his medals and tags adorning his chest and shoulders. His eyes sharp and his smile genuine and kind as ever. It was a rare sight and Draco didn't want to miss it for the world.

Last month Draco had received the invitation for the gala—which he knew was partly Harry's doing since the ministry would never voluntarily invite an Ex Death Eater to a function, even though Draco had been acquitted and had been serving as a healer for the past few years, doing his utter most to make up for the damage he had caused.

He had been hesitant to go to the gala at first, not ready to face so many scornful eyes and glares. But the other reason why he didn't want to go was because he would have to see Harry taking someone else as his date. Draco had tried, or fantasised really, to ask Harry to be his date, but he knew it wasn't possible. Even if Harry agreed simply out of politeness and the goodness of his heart, because the idiot was too soft hearted to reject someone, Draco still did not have it in him to create problems for Harry by being with him so publically. He knew how draining Harry found the hungry media. And Draco would be nothing but a stain on his shining golden image.

In the last few months they have become tentative friends and Draco respected and cared too much for Harry to hurt him in anyway, especially not after how kind Harry had been to Draco when the world had shunned him.

But even worse was watching so many people asking Harry to be his date. Every time Draco had been at the ministry to drop Auror medical reports or samples or anything, he had seen someone asking Harry or hinting to it or making a pass at him. And each time Draco's insides had clenched in a tight knot, afraid that Harry would agree. But for some reason Harry had turned down everyone, saying he had someone special he wanted to take.

And that had been worse to hear. This whole time at least Draco had told himself that Harry was single. That even if it was impossible, Draco still had a chance. He could almost delude himself into thinking that he had time to get close to Harry, to know him and love him. But now, knowing that Harry probably already had someone special, had nailed down the reality for Draco and his hopes and dreams had come crashing down.

At last, he had asked Pansy to be his date. Even though he knew he would regret it later, it was impossible for him to miss the chance of seeing just who Harry's someone special was. His desperation and curiosity had gotten the better of him. And now he regretted it tremendously.

He cursed himself, a choked sob racking through his lungs. He was so stupid. What had he expected to gain by coming here? That somehow a miracle would happen and Harry would confess his love for Draco? He had known Harry would be bringing his "someone special" . Harry himself had told Draco when he had asked Draco if he was planning to go to the gala.

Maybe some stupid part in Draco, a naive and hopeful and idiot and stupidly in love part of Draco had hoped it to be untrue. Had hoped that Harry's partner would be someone who didn't deserve him (not that Draco ever considered himself worthy of deserving Harry, but still!). That way at least Draco would have someone to hate, to scorn and detest and direct all his resentment and frustration for not being able to express his feelings for Harry, and eventually get over Harry. Even though Draco knew that would never happen, he could never get over Harry.

But it had turned out to be Oliver Wood. The famous, charming, successful and dashing Oliver wood. Draco never stood a chance against Oliver. It was pathetic to even dream about it.

But what could he do? Draco was known for making the worst decisions, for screwing up the simplest of things. And now he had fallen in love with Harry. Stupidly and madly in love with Harry. He had tried so hard not to let himself be carried away by those piercing eyes every time they had looked at Draco with warmth and sympathy and understanding. He had tried so hard not to trip over and fall for that lazy smile, charming and goofy and yet so open and honest.

After Harry had ensured the safety of his family and kept him and his mother out of Azkaban, Draco had done his best to make the most of this generous second chance, but to also avoid Harry at all cost. But Draco being a healer and Harry being an Auror prone to injury had made their meeting inevitable. And before Draco knew it, Harry was inviting him for dinners and pub nights and friendly outings with friends.

Draco had tried to refuse, partly out of wounded pride at being perceived as a pathetic loner (although now he knew that Harry didn't see him that way) and partly because he knew he wouldn't be welcomed. But Harry's sincere attempts to mend things between them and his earnest eyes had been difficult to rebuff.

At first it had been awkward, and more than once he had caught Harry glaring at someone or pointedly shutting them up if they tried to say anything mean or degrading to Draco and his friends. Yes, Harry had been kind enough to extend his generosity and his forgiveness to Draco's friends too, so that Draco didn't have to come to these gatherings alone. The noble, pure, giant hearted idiot that Harry was, how could anyone not fall for him?

And look where it had all ended up. With Draco crying on the eve of Christmas in the dark corner at the bottom of the steps of the empty stairwell of a grand hotel, while the rest of the wizarding world celebrated in the grand ballroom. The ceremonies had ended long ago, giving way to the more raunchy after-party with booze and band and blasting music. It was then when Draco had seen the sight which had broken his heart into pieces.

He had known this was coming, he had always known that this would end in heartbreak when he had first realised his feelings for Harry. But he had no idea that it would hurt this bad. To see someone else in Harry's arms was gut wrenching. It was like Draco's heart was imploding into itself. But it was happening slowly and torturously, as if every chunk was falling piece by piece, every vein and tending snapping like a thread one after the other, and pain chipping away at his insides until Draco couldn't take it anymore.

The place where his heart should be felt hollow and painful, and heavy, and it ached! It ached so bad. Worse than the cruciatus, because at least the pain of the curse always ended. But this? This heart break? This loss? No. Draco already knew that this was a wound that would never heal.

"Draco?"

His head snapped as he looked up, his eyes wide. Harry was standing there, leaning against the column, one hand in his pocket. His medals glinted in the moonlight. His hair was tousled and the top buttons of his collar were open. He looked breath-taking.

"Harry?" Draco choked out and looked away, sniffling and hastily wiping his tears. "Wha--what are you doing here? I thought you would be at the party."

"I was looking for you. You suddenly disappeared."

"Oh." Draco looked at his lap, he hadn't expected that answer. Something warm spread through his chest, like a gentle balm soothing his flaming nerves. Harry had come looking for him. "You—" his voice caught, scratchy from crying. He cleared his throat, "You should be inside."

“So should you."

Draco remained quite, keeping his eyes glued to the floor. He was well aware that Harry could see his tear tracks and his rumpled, dishevelled appearance, and was desperate to avoided this conversation before Harry had a chance to make any enquires about his well being.

“Are you alright?" Harry's voice was soft and so full of concern that Draco wanted to just pull him close and spill his heart out to him and never let him go.

Instead Draco just glared at the floor, stubbornly pulling at the cuffs of his sleeves.

Harry sighed and sat on the steps, facing Draco. Leaning his back against the railing, he scrutinised Draco with a grave expression on his face, his arms crossed over his chest. "Draco, look at me." Draco didn't. "Did someone say anything? Was it the media? You can tell me, you know, I will see to it that they--"

Draco shook his head and the tears that had been clinging to his eyelashes rolled down his cheeks.

"No, no one said anything,” he mumbled in a small voice. Harry's protectiveness and indignation on his behalf was bitter sweet. It made Draco crave him even more, but at the same time the realisation that, no matter how close Draco got to Harry, Harry would always be just out of his reach, tarnished and chilled the warmth that he had felt moments ago.

More tears fell down his cheeks. "Fuck!" He cursed under his breath, angrily wiping them away. But they kept falling. "Shit! Don't--"

"Hey." Harry's voice was soft and oh so tender. Warm hands cupped Draco's cheeks as Harry turned his face to make him meet his eyes. "Draco, look at me, please."

Draco slowly peered up at Harry from under his eyelashes, his vision a little blurry from tears. Harry's expression was concerned, and there was such tenderness in his eyes that Draco felt his heart breaking, he could almost hear the crack, like the shattering of frozen ice over a lake. He choked on a sob.

Harry’s expression went from concerned to panicked, and he pulled Draco close, wrapping him in his arms. And Draco knew he had lost it. It was a hopeless battle to begin with. Loud, broken sobs wracked through his body as tears flowed down his cheeks in abandon, soaking Harry's expensive robes.

But Harry didn't seen to mind. He just held Draco close, drawing soothing circles on his back, shushing and mumbling sweet nothings into his ears.

If anything, it made everything ten times worse. How could Draco ever be expected to forget this beautiful, caring, selfless man? Especially when he was hugging Draco like this, like he was the most precious thing in the world. In that moment, Draco wanted to stay in Harry's arms forever. He would happily embrace death in that moment if it meant that he would die in Harry's arms and Harry calm, loving voice would be the last memory resonating through the beats of his fading heart as he took his final breath.

But at the same time having Harry so close and yet so far was torture, and Draco wanted to pull away from him as if burned, unable to endure the agony of his yearning heart anymore.

"I am sorry, Harry," Draco mumbled between his sobs, his voice muffled and strained with guilt and shame. "I am so sorry. I tried--I tried to stop it, I really did—but I can't anymore, I am so sorry."

Harry hugged his tighter. "What are you saying," he said softly in Draco's hair. "You have nothing to be sorry for, Dragon"

Draco’s breath hitched at the use of the pet name, it was something he allowed only Harry to call him. His face still buried in Harry's chest, Draco shook his head. It was now or never. "I—I like you Harry. I like you a lot."

Harry froze. Draco felt it the instant when Harry's entire body went rigid. Draco's stomach dropped.

Harry pulled away, keeping Draco at arms length, his jaw slack as he looked at Draco with an unreadable expression in his face.

Draco dropped his eyes to the floor. His heart hammered against his chest, filled with guilt and self loathing. How could he even dare to like Harry, let alone love him. And now Draco had gone ahead and dumped his feelings on Harry. It wasn't fare to him. He was sure Harry would hate him now. Or worse, he would try to make it up to Draco, and would be too careful around him to avoid hurting him by further.

"I will understand if you want me to—” Draco hiccupped—"I would understand if you don't want to remain friends with me anymore. Not that we were ever friends. I wouldn't be so arrogant as to assume that but—I know I shouldn't—It’s okay if you hate me. I deserve it. I would never say it again, I promise. These are my feelings and you don't have to—"

Draco's rambling was cut off by a pair of soft lips crashing into his in a chaste but firm kiss. Draco's eyes widened, but then they fell shut on their own accord as Harry snaked an arm around Draco's waist, his hand coming to rest on the small of Draco's back and pulling him close, his other hand cupped Draco's jaw before burying into Draco's hair as the nape of his neck. Draco gasped, Harry deepened the kiss and continued to kiss Draco like a traveller in desert quenching his thirst.

The kiss was languid and sure and warm and chaste, full of assurance and meaning, like the sweet words of comfort or the safety of Harry's embrace. Harry kissed like he protected, like he cared and like he loved. With his entire being, giving away his everything, without demanding anything in return. Just giving and giving and giving...

And Draco was drowning in it. His toes curled, and the very tips of his fingers tingled with the sweet sensation of the feeling of Harry’s lips on his, Harry's hand on his back, his firm chest and his strong shoulder in Draco's grip where he clutched onto Harry for dear life.

Slowly, the heated kisses turned gentle and light and lazy, and Harry finally pulled away, his hand still on Draco's cheek, the thumb of his other hand tracing circles on Draco's back, teasing the hem of his shirt where it had ridden up.

Draco's eyes fluttered open. Harry was staring back at him, his hair and eyes shining like a mossy lake under the moonlight. He looked ethereal.

“Why?" was all Draco could manage.

"I like you too." He tentatively wiped Draco's tears, caressing his cheek with the pad of his thumb. "I am sorry I didn't say anything sooner, love."

"Do you really mean that?"

Harry nodded.

"But what about Wood?" Draco asked, his voice just above a whisper , afraid that this was a dream and he would wake up if he raised his voice. He deliberately stopped himself from fixating too much on the fact that Harry had just called him love. "I just saw you two together..."

Harry's mouth formed an "O" "You saw that?"

Draco nodded, his cheeks burning pink, whether from embarrassment or fear, he didn't know, or maybe it had something to do with Harry's closeness or the affection in his eyes when he looked at Draco. He suddenly realised that Harry had been giving him that look for weeks now, only he had failed to notice it in his apprehension.

Harry ran a hand through his hair, “That was just drinks and we were being stupid....Oliver would be leaving tomorrow for his tour anyway. There is nothing between us. We were just fooling around."

"But wasn't he your special someone?"

Harry laughed, then shook his head when Draco's eyes widened in horror, thinking that Harry was mocking him and that this was all a sick joke. Harry stopped and smiled fondly at him, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Draco's ear. "No, you prat. Oliver isn't my special some, you are."

Draco stared at him dumbly. "But I thought—Why didn't you ever say anything?"

“I tried! I tried to ask you but I kept chickning out and then you said that you were going with Pansy."

"I said that because I thought you were going with some one else and I didn't want to—you know..."

"We are so stupid."

Draco pouted. "Speak for yourself, Potter. You are the one who chickened out of asking me to the ball. It was all your fault." Draco sniffed. "We could have avoided all the angst, but no, you had to go and make me cry. You enjoy it, don't you?"

Harry burst out laughing and pulled Draco close again, smothering him in a hug. "Like you gave me any chance. You are as cold and stiff as an iceberg."

Draco pulled away just a little from where his face was smushed against Harry. "I was obvious, Harry. You were just too oblivious to notice."

Harry raised an eyebrow.

Draco held up his hands in a gesture of dramatic defeat. "I shared my desserts with you and sacrificed my beauty sleep from time to time to be with you. That's as obvious as it gets. Even Blaise knew, and he is a slut who only concerns himself with the matters of his dick, and even he saw that I was arse over tit for you!"

Harry opened his mouth and closed it again, looking amused. "You are ridiculous."

"No, you are just thick!"

"Hey! That's no way to treat your boyfriend."

Draco’s stomach flipped and he blushed. "Boyfriend?"

Harry looked away, "I mean, if you want to."

"Do you want to?"

Harry glanced at Draco and nodded.

Draco's heart skipped a beat and he inched closer to Harry. Boyfriends!

“Wait. If you and Wood are not an item then why were you snogging his face off? I can understand why he was doing it. But I thought hook-ups weren't your thing?"

Harry flushed crimson, looking sheepish. "I thought you would never reciprocate my feelings. I was trying to get you out of my system."

Draco's eyebrows shot up into his hairline. "By snogging Wood?"

“Yes?”

“Why would I not want you, Harry? Have you seen me? Have you seen yourself?" Draco gestured at Harry from top to bottom, generally encompassing his whole being.

Harry just blinked back at him. And Draco realised that Harry, stupid, idiot, modest, wearing-his-heart-on-his-sleeve, dorky Harry, really did think that Draco would reject him.

Draco couldn't help the fond smile that curled across his lips. Harry's innocence in such matters was endearing. Harry really had no idea how amazing he was. It looked like his dreadful relatives really did a number on him when it came to self-appreciation. Well, Draco would just have to rectify that.

“So," Harry said haltingly, almost hesitant. “Now that you know everything, may I kiss you?”

Draco blinked, his lips parting in shock. He was still a little dazed and incredulous at the turn of events. The first kiss had been sudden, barely giving Draco any time to think before he had reacted. But this time it would be for real.

Harry took his silence as a yes and slowly leaned in, giving Draco enough time to pull back. His lips graced Draco's, gentle and tentative at first, then sure and firm and full of promise as he pulled Draco close.

Wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, Draco kissed him back with fervour, almost climbing onto Harry's lap.

Draco stopped, panting. "You know, there are a lot of rooms here," he mumbled between their almost touching lips.

"Yeah? Would you like try one?" And without waiting for an answer he hauled Draco up with ease. Draco squealed and instinctively wrapped his legs around Harry's waist.

"Someone is impatient," he said, breathless, brushing his nose against Harry's. He felt so elated he could fly.

"You bet I am." Harry mumbled before attacking Draco's exposed collar. He pinned Draco against the nearest door, his hand fumbling as he swiped his all access Auror card to enter the room, all the while not taking his mouth off Draco. The moment the door was shut behind him, he pushed Draco against it and latched onto his neck. "I have been waiting for this for so long, you have no idea."

Draco moaned as Harry sucked at a specially sensitive spot. "Really?"

Harry broke away, "My fantasies were getting so blond It was creepy."

That startled a laugh out of Draco—who would have guessed?—but it was cut short as Harry grinned and attacked his mouth again.

Safe to say that Draco had an amazing Christmas.

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gaythingliker69 · 2 years

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The Regret of a Broken God

Hey, I’m not feeling good mentally atm. This is a weird very short story written by a sad girl at 6-7am after not sleeping about death, as in the personification of it. It’s not meant to mean anything, I didn’t really think about implications or coherency compared to real life, I just wrote straight into tumblr.

This whole weird process started when I saw this comic by @/JennyJinya on twitter. Idk if she’s on here but if she is please let me know.

I love you all, please be kind to yourselves xx

Death was old now. That is what It realised as It continued to appear in all those places at once, millions in seconds, forcing the manifestations out from its central mind, located in the astral void. Death was old - the reapers used their scythes as canes, and shuffled rather than strode to collect their bounty. Perhaps the end was drawing closer, mused Death. Perhaps the great filter It had created in Its fury would snuff out the light of those curious animals. And snuff out Death with it.

Death began to do something It didn’t often care to do. It began to remember. It hadn’t done so in such a long time. Or perhaps it had yesterday. Time was odd in this inky expanse.

Still, It remembered. It remembered its days of youth, as humans expanded from their home, through deserts and forests, into jungles and tundra. At that time, Death was content to sit there and marvel at what miracles It witnessed. The miracles of love, nature, and culture. It marvelled at the miracle of life itself. That these humans lived, and felt the sun on their skin and the wind in their hair. They laughed and sung, they felt. Death realised Its wonder wouldn’t satiate It. It craved connection.

It sent its reapers to try to reach out, peacefully at first, but they were ignored. Death grew more and more irate, and the reapers committed acts of horror and violence that destroyed the wonder of life for so many.

The reapers would scream and cry at priests and kings, begging these men if power to let it in. When they ignored the reapers, Death felt a new emotion - rage. An all consuming thing, all black and red, orange and yellow, burning without fuel or end.

The reapers brought new plagues upon homes, and laughed as parents and children suffered. Civilisations wiped out by Death’s cruel tantrum.

It took delight in the torture of poverty, increasing the pain of hunger and the delirium of dehydration, if only to hurt those around that one who suffered. It even made the powerful crueller to enhance the pain.

They cavorted through battlefields, swinging their scythes with a manic vigour, seeing gouges and slashes and crushing blows, blood and viscera spilling onto reddened grass and sands. Death would feast on the tears of the mourning mother - this is what they all deserved for keeping It in this void. Did they not see this was their own doing? They were worthless animals, and Death wondered how It had ever felt wonder in them.

The rage ebbed and flowed for so long - perhaps that is why time was odd to Death. It had lost track of it so long ago. But it subsided, as all things must. And when the flame finally disappeared, with Its right mind restored, Death surveyed what it had done. Death felt two new emotions - sorrow, and regret.

After all It had done, it could never make the connection It craved. It was a pariah, a primal fear, and It had only Itself to blame. Death decided, as It felt the beginnings of age, to try to make amends, in whatever pathetic way It could.

An old woman in a bed, surrounded by family, killed by one of the plagues Death Itself wrought upon the world. In her final moments, Death granted her a vision of those she loved. She deserved much more, but Death had played Its hand so long ago.

A young man, healthy, fit, but with a failing heart. When death came, gently, the man requested to feel the air on his skin and see the stars, just one more time before oblivion. Death, Its newfound soul cracking, granted his request. What else could It do?

These are the ways Death tried to be kinder now. It has set the path for those It once wondered at, a path of historic misery. Death sat in the void, watching the humans. Despite what It had done, so many still loved, so many still felt sun and wind, and they laughed and sung. So Death wept, for It was the greatest monster of them all.

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Darkness and Light

This is an excerpt of my WIP Ineffable Bastards (the entirety of chapter 3 lol) that I felt really fits with the 'Dark' and 'Light' themes of this year's Good Omens Celebration.

(sorry for the formatting errors, tumblr being tumblr. adding a readmore since it's 4k words, also the real angst is below the cut. Hopefully it works! if not you can read it all at AO3)

Chapter 3: Tuesday ∞ Unbinding

A brief stab of pain jolted Crowley awake, and they froze for a moment to get their bearings. The shop was wreathed in deep shadows, lit only by the lamp by Aziraphale’s desk, and the only sounds were of Aziraphale working on the manuscript and a clock ticking faintly in the dimness. The back of their neck tingled with uneasiness.

Ignoring the sensation, Crowley eased upright and bit back a curse, too distracted by the ache in their back to notice the pale tartan blanket they’d been tucked under. Ugh, is this couch made of rocks? They prodded at the cushion, but it was as lofty as the day they had miracled it into being some thirty years earlier. At least, they assumed it was still only thirty year ago. Just how long did I sleep for?

As they could both go days without shifting a muscle, only knowing it was night wasn’t a particularly useful metric. Crowley had slept for the better part of a century after all, though that had been on purpose, while this... They checked their watch, but couldn’t seem to focus on the face so checked their phone’s time instead, and still had to squint and rub at their eyes before the time and date finally swam into focus. Midnight. Just hours, not days.

They stood and stretched to try to relieve the ache in their back, but if anything that only made it feel worse. While demons might not be able to instantly heal themselves the way angels could, they did heal at a far faster rate than humans did, and weren’t exactly prone to chronic back pain, or any pain at all, if injury wasn’t involved. It was becoming obvious that something was very wrong, but Crowley still hesitated to bring it up.

Haven’t I dragged them through enough? They turned to watch Aziraphale, highlighted in the darkness by the glow from the lamp. They were wearing their favourite old cardigan instead of their coat, which was as informally dressed as Crowley ever saw them in recent memory, and looked like nothing more than the contented bookshop keeper they played at being. They looked serene, happy even, and utterly enthralled by their project.

Just tell them about the spells and go,Crowley decided. “Aziraphale?”

“Hmm?”

“How long ‘til you’re done?”

“Just… there, finished. Perhaps we could go get dinner at the café while things dry?” Aziraphale suggested hopefully, looking up from the manuscript and blinking a few times when they saw how dark it was. “Oh, I was at that a while, wasn’t I? Dreadfully sorry.”

Crowley shook their head at the apology. “It’s after midnight.”

“Oh, they’re long closed then. Well. Perhaps another time.” There was something in Crowley’s expression that made a lump of dread form in the bottom of Aziraphale’s stomach. They dragged their eyes away to focus on putting things away, not wanting to waste any of the precious materials through carelessness, while a million things clamoured in their mind to be said. It felt like everything was going wrong again and they hurried to fill the silence. “I do hope I did right in not waking you earlier? You seemed quite exhausted and…” I didn’t want you to go. Aziraphale swallowed the words down and gave Crowley a smile. “I do have to concede that you were right about today, well yesterday now, I suppose. It did turn out to be a rather good day after all.”

Crowley blinked, taken a little off guard by the admission, and tried to figure out how to broach the subject of the alarms. “Oh, er, yeah? I mean, yeah, it was good. But I, er-”

Aziraphale ploughed on, almost afraid to know what Crowley was going to say. “Having my hands occupied helps ground me, I’ve found, helps me sort through things that otherwise seem too big a mess. Not that we’re out of this mess, I know, but taking the time to let things settle really helps me put things into perspective. I just need a little breathing room sometimes and-”

“And alarms.”

Aziraphale looked up in confusion. “Alarms?”

“I mean, I, uh, I set up some alarms around the shop while you were working, to warn you, us, of intruders. Passive alarms,” Crowley hastened to assure the angel when they frowned, “nothing dangerous. Just… You know, in case.”

Aziraphale was momentarily at a loss for words. They felt it would be inexcusably rude to ask what had motivated Crowley to do such a thing, though that was the second thought that came to mind. First was just how nice kind an act it was. “I… that is, well, that, that was very kind of you. I hadn’t even considered, but I suppose it is best to be prepared for retaliation of some sort. But you… you’ll have to at least let me treat you to dinner to repay-”

“No.” Aziraphale’s face fell at the blunt denial but Crowley explained, “I mean it’s too late. Now. Tonight. But…” Crowley hesitated. Although things hadn’t gone the way they hadn’t even let themself admit to hoping for, they knew Aziraphale would want to help them if they needed it. Another sharp stab of pain decided them. Whatever they were dealing with, they had to deal with it soon, and the shop was not secure enough in it’s current state. “How would you feel about going to the flat? I’ve got plenty to tide us over and, I, uh, I’ve got something I need your opinion on.”

“Certainly.” Aziraphale quickly stood up and grabbed their coat, but made a token protest, wanting to give Crowley an out of their clearly impulsive offer. “But I wouldn’t want to impose-”

“’Snever an imposition, Aziraphale, to share a meal with you,” Crowley murmured, moving towards the door when Aziraphale looked up in surprise at their serious tone. “’Sides, you’ve been slouched at that desk too long.”

Aziraphale trailed along behind them and tried to puzzle out what was really going on. “As long as you’re quite sure, Crowley.”

“Always.” Crowley could see Aziraphale’s confusion but ignored it, slipping into the driver’s seat and clasping very tightly to the wheel while the angel got in the passenger’s side. The ache was getting worse and a headache was beginning to pound behind their eyes. Unsure what else to do, Crowley sped off towards the safety of the flat.

Aziraphale watched Crowley with a small frown of concern, but could tell from their expression that they weren’t in the mood to answer questions. As it was, the strange foreboding itchy ache in their back was distraction enough, and when a surreptitious healing failed to alleviate the sensation, a worrying thought popped up. If this isn’t a physical injury, then it must be metaphysical in nature. Could this be from what we did? From what happened? Did I… could I have absorbed some of Crowley’s… demon-ness while borrowing their corporeal form? Or been poisoned by some remnant of the hellfire? Or from just being in Hell at all? But that means-

Aziraphale risked a glance at Crowley. The demon pressed back against the cushion and shifted uncomfortably in their seat, like there was an itch along their spine that couldn’t be reached. -Heaven or the holy water or my angel-ness contaminated,poisoned, Crowley in the same way. Oh, oh no. I didn’t even think to do more than a cursory cleansing before we switched back! What to do, what to do? They whirled through a dozen ideas but just as quickly discarded them all as unless, a knot of grief forming over their heart.

There must be something! But nothing came to mind. They wiped at their stinging eyes, refusing to let the tears fall and returned to twisting the golden ring on their pinky, before they were struck by an idea. Maybe I can fix this.

“Hey.”

Aziraphale jumped when Crowley spoke, quickly shoving their balled up fists into their coat pockets, and tried to smile reassuringly when Crowley frowned. “Sorry, what did you say?”

“Just wondering where you were. We’ve been parked for like five minutes.” Crowley tried to tease, to keep up appearances should anyone be observing, but the aching itch was making it almost impossible to think. Another stab of pain had Crowley pressing a hand to their throbbing tattoo with a hiss. When they pulled their hand away, there was a smear of blood on their fingers. Shit. Outta time.

Aziraphale’s heart dropped at the sight and they instantly reached out, but Crowley shook their head and shoved out of the car before they could attempt a healing. Aziraphale hurried after them, up to the flat, jumping a little when Crowley slammed the door shut behind them and set all the locks with a snap. “Crowley-”

Another jolt of pain sent Crowley reeling back against the door but they shook their head again when Aziraphale reached out to heal them, their bleak expression showing they also knew it wouldn’t be enough. They were out of options and the little voice said, Last chance to fix it. Now or never. Crowley pulled off their glasses and spoke the words they never thought they’d say again, to the only being they’d ever trusted enough to say them to. “I desire a boon, Aziraphale.” The Celestial words crackled with power in spite of the pain in Crowley’s voice.

Aziraphale couldn’t help the shocked gasp that escaped but didn’t hesitate to reply in kind. “Ask and be heard, Crowley, I attend you.”

There was so much that needed to be said, that Crowley desperately wanted to say but the ceremony didn’t allow for deviation and the pain was worsening. They stared into their best friend’s wide golden-green eyes and hoped they would understand. “I seek to mend all rifts and reforge our bond.”

After everything, they still… Aziraphale nodded, eyes stinging with tears, and it took a second to swallow down everything they couldn’t say to be able to say the proper response, “Such forged has lain quiescent but was never sundered. By our efforts combined shall these rifts be mended.”

It was never unspoken. They never broke it, even after... Crowley’s eyes burned with tears they’d been cursed to never let fall and they offered their hand in agreement. “Shoulder to shoulder?”

Mind brimming with words there was clearly no time left for, Aziraphale clasped Crowley’s hand and spoke the final phrase. “My wings to yours.”

Occult power swept through them, renewing the bond and knocking the breath from both of them. Unable to wait a second longer, Crowley bolted through the flat, stumbling into the spacious marble bathroom mortared with every type of magic against scrying and magical attacks and filled to the brim with all manner of tropical plants. Their own little replica of the Garden.

With a ragged gasp Crowley activated the spells and let their wings flash into being. The ink-dark feathers repelled the warm light shining down from the false sky-lights, and they flapped, once, twice, but neither the spells nor the movement did anything to ease the sensation that was going from searing itch to freezing ache. Desperate, feeling as though they were suffocating inside an icebox, they flung off their clothes and slapped on the water, wings spread wide as droplets began to pour from the ceiling.

Aziraphale paused only long enough to set a very unpleasant surprise by the door for anyone who tried to break in before following the sound of running water through the sparse bedroom to the gleaming bathroom. “Crowley?” They were horrified to find Crowley shivering under the downpour, hair and feathers drenched, blood seeping from the mark on their temple. They dashed to catch Crowley before they could collapse to the floor, unfurling their own wings to shelter them from the downpour. “Hold on! Talk to me!” Knowing it was futile Aziraphale tried another healing anyway, swearing when all that changed was the rapidly worsening ache in their own back and wings.

The sound Crowley made was both bitter laugh and heartbroken sob. “Sorry, angel. Guesss they found a way after all. Sssshould’ve known… they wouldn’t… let us get away.”

Aziraphale cradled Crowley close, shaking their head in denial, mind full of recriminations. Do something you stupid angel! Anything! But they couldn’t think past the pain of their heart breaking. “Crowley, please-”

“Never meant… t’hurt… you.” The burning frost was pervasive and growing, seeking the soul embedded within the living vessel that trembled from the freezing cold searing pain. It seeped through muscles and around bones, piercing eyes and lungs and heart, which failed under the onslaught.

“NO!” Aziraphale’s wail turned into a roar of rage and anguish when Crowley’s lovely eyes went dull and sightless. For the first time in six thousand years, Aziraphale didn’t hold back, didn’t toe the line, didn’t do what was expected of them, and power the colour of a bronze sword sharpened with noonlight coruscated around them and their rapidly greying wings. “You can’t take Crowley from me again! I won’t allow it!” Those quick clever hands darted towards the now obvious source of Crowley’s torment, into inky feathers gone heavy and grey with icy embers of sanctified hellfire. “Fuck. You. All.”

If either side had seen Aziraphale at that moment, they might have understood why they were the Guardian of the Eastern Gate.

Crowley was wreathed in pain and loneliness and despair, on the verge of losing themself to the agonizing emptiness, when a brilliant ray of golden-bronze light slashed through the void from a glimmering horizon that hadn’t existed until that moment. They wasted no time hurling themself towards the familiar shining beacon until it overwhelmed their senses with light, and eventually the light resolved itself into the fixture in the ceiling of their bathroom. They soon became aware of the feeling of Aziraphale’s hands raking urgently through their feathers and swamped with the terrible understanding that it was already too late, slurred, “Azsheraph, no...”

But Aziraphale was implacable and continued to extinguish the freezing embers clinging to Crowley’s feathers. “I must.” They ignored the pain of handling the sanctified hellfire and the building cold fire of Heaven’s unholy judgment, only giving in when they sensed the last of the embers vanish in a pathetic puff of smoke.

Crowley marshalled enough energy to move just in time to break Aziraphale’s fall. “Wha-, Aziraphale, did they-” The angel nodded, eyes pressed shut as a shudder passed through their failing body. “No no nononono.” Thoughts still muddled Crowley had sense enough to do one thing.

snap

Water, stopped, midair, crystalline and gleaming in the odd light of out-time.

Aziraphale reached up to press a shaking hand to Crowley’s right cheek, the tips of their fingers resting over the still bleeding hellish brand on Crowley’s temple. Too much left to say, to do, to make up for. Time enough for just one last thing...They stared into Crowley’s lovely eyes, irises blown wide with shock, and as their last desperate heartbeat passed, breathed out, “I’m sorry.”

Aziraphale was gone before Crowley could respond, having used the last of their power to remove the binding mark on Crowley’s temple, and Crowley’s face crumpled and contorted with fury and despair, eyes burning like a star gone nova. “You can’t leave me, you bassstard, not now, not after all thisss!” They called up power from the core of their being, power they didn’t even know they had, and dragged lightning-edged talons through Aziraphale’s ice-rimed feathers, shredding the unholy acidic coating while leaving the feathers untouched. “I won’t let you go! Not like this! Aziraphale! Don’t go! Stay, bless you, stay!” The words devolved into snarled half-spoken curses and pleas as their assault against the Heavenly whatever-the-hell-it-was escalated into a frenzy.

“Ha!” Crowley yelled with sense of triumph when the last of the shreds fell away and dissolved with a ‘pft’, but triumph vanished when Aziraphale’s eyes remained closed, and the fragile corporeal heart remained still, persisting only because of the timelessness of the moment. No no no no no, spiralled in Crowley’s mind as they kissed those blued lips, pushing breath and life back into the dying vessel, reaching with the entirety of their being into the accursed void that Aziraphale had just pulled them from, ready to follow them back into oblivion if need be. Aziraphale!

The crushing emptiness of the void that held Aziraphale was suddenly filled by welcoming darkness, lifting the hopeless despair that they were lost within. Crowley! A shimmering auroral veil unfurled and a hundred million distant lights glimmered into view, warm and gloriously alive, and they flew towards where they sensed Crowley until the darkness resolved into just the familiar dimness held beneath closed eyelids.

Time slammed back into place, no longer held at bay by Crowley’s exhausted power, and the former demon cursed and sputtered as the suddenly far-too-hot-for-comfort water poured over them. It took a bit of flailing around to turn off the taps and afterward Crowley sat slouched against the wall, wings half unfurled and quivering as they tried to catch their breath.

Aziraphale laid utterly still as they regained their senses, drained beyond anything they could ever recall. They finally found the energy to suck in a slow shuddering breath and croak, “Crowley?” A shuddering sob of relief escaped when Crowley took their hand.

“I’m here, Aziraphale.” The reformed angel’s eyes opened, revealing they had shifted to blue-green, and Crowley realized that drowning in them wasn’t half bad really, all things considered. The itch and that building sense of doom were finally gone. ”I’m still here.”

Aziraphale blinked to clear their vision, and took in the sight of poor bedraggled Crowley wilting listlessly against the tile wall. They looked about as bad as Aziraphale felt, but they were there, wonderfully, blessedly alive. “Glad to hear it. You had me quite worried my dear.”

Crowley couldn’t help but snort out a laugh and helped Aziraphale sit up when they struggled against clothes and wings saturated with water and the glutinous but inert ashy grey residue. “Yeah, same. I’ll be very cross with you if you ever do that again, angel.”

“Yes.” Aziraphale gave them an exhausted but triumphant smile. “But you started it.”

“Me?! I-! Wot-! You-!”

The fondly exasperated sputtering of a Celestial Serpent at a loss for words warmed Aziraphale’s heart as nothing else could, and laughter, joyous in a way the former angel realized they hadn’t felt in a very long time, bubbled up, silencing the former demon’s protests. “What would I ever do without you?”

“Don’t you even think about trying to find out!” Crowley scolded, voice breaking, and caught Aziraphale in a nearly-crushing hug. Aziraphale tiredly hugged them back and Crowley rested their forehead against Aziraphale’s for a moment before pulling away to glare. “You barmy bastard, what were you thinking!?”

“Couldn’t let you go, my dear. Very selfish of me, I’m afraid,” Aziraphale murmured, stunned to see tears running down Crowley’s face. “Had to try.”

“You feather-brained do-gooder, you died! You died and I couldn’t save you!” Crowley crushed them in another hug, only easing up when Aziraphale squeaked. “Sorry, sorry-”

“But you did save me,” Aziraphale whispered, needing to tell Crowley what had happened, feeling the memory already beginning to fade. “It was so painful and dark and cold. It was beyond darkness, beyond… I was so afraid, so alone.”

Crowley held them tight, heart breaking. My fault. “Aziraphale...”

Tears welled, offset by a fond smile. “But a million stars exploded into being and I was in the Garden, and I sensed you and I wasn’t afraid any more.” Aziraphale stroked a finger over Crowley’s nearest wing-edge, considering as bits of sodden ash flaked away and disintegrated into nothingness. “I heard you call my name.” Another gentle touch, more ash dropping away from inky feathers that seemed to have gained an odd sheen. “My wings to yours. Always.”

Crowley frowned, pulling away from Aziraphale’s touch, unable to deal with the feelings those words and gentle caresses were stirring up. “C’mon, let’s get you warmed up.” Crowley banished their wings back into the astral plane with a spatter of displaced ash and water and the slight frown on Aziraphale’s face melted into a surprised gasp when Crowley lifted them up.

“I can walk.” Aziraphale held on tightly to Crowley’s shoulders and banished their own wings, though it took far more effort than usual. “...Probably.”

“You’re exhausted. And you just died to save me. Let me do this for you,” said Crowley gruffly, only moving towards the bedroom when Aziraphale nodded.

Crowley gently set Aziraphale down by the bed. “Let me tend your feathers, eh?” they urged, shrugging into a certain plush robe under Aziraphale’s heavy-lidded stare before carefully helping them from their ruined clothes. “Made rather a mess of them, I’m afraid.”

Aziraphale didn’t have much will to resist temptation. What had happened on Sunday felt like a dream, a lifetime ago, and it had been so very long since Crowley had helped care for their wings... It had only ever been Crowley. They nodded as Crowley helped them into the nightshirt they’d used just a few nights earlier, and bundled them under the covers and clicked on the electric blanket. “T’would be lovely, thank you.”

Crowley clicked off the lights, grabbed a towel and once they had unfurled their wings, started gently grooming the grimy feathers, smirking as Aziraphale went boneless with a heavy sigh. “Relax any more and you might just fall asleep for once,” Crowley teased, but there was an ache over their heart. It had been a very long time since they had allowed themself to tend Aziraphale, and after the all too brief interlude before they’d gone to play with fire, Crowley had feared they’d never have the chance to do it again.

“Mmm,” Aziraphale hummed in agreement, too tired to even bother with full sentences any more. Apparently dying took a lot out of a being, once the adrenaline wore off. “Feels lovely. Hadn’t had them out... since forty-one.”

Since the church, since they’d gotten utterly drunk on cursed cider and each other in the shop’s back room and — Crowley’s gentle grooming faltered for a moment, but Aziraphale didn’t notice. “Why not? Thought it was a big deal upstairs, grooming each other?”

“Dangerous.” Aziraphale rubbed a knuckle against Crowley’s leg, wanting to soothe away the bitterness in their voice, thinking about the communal grooming gatherings that were the most boring but also ridiculously fraught office parties in creation. Out of self preservation Aziraphale had created a ‘show up, make nice, make excuse, vanish’ routine that had kept them from ever having to reveal their wings. Being dismissed as inconsequential occasionally had its uses. “You know. Awful. Nosy buggers. Better with you, even without...”

“Aziraphale.” There was a world of meaning in that one word, and they lapsed into silence in the dimness. Crowley gently tended Aziraphale’s wings from top to bottom, confounded by the strange residue that sublimated from cold sandy grit to smoke in their hands. The wings felt normal, well, as normal as the corporeal manifestation of a Celestial being’s power could feel, but every once in a while the oblique light from the doorway would strike them just right to make them seem gold instead of white, with a faint sheen of what might be iridescence. But it was dark and Crowley didn’t want to look too closely, nor think about any more surprises.

By the time Aziraphale’s feathers were back in order Crowley felt as though they were buzzing with energy yet at the same time exhausted. “All done,” they murmured, and Aziraphale furled their wings away into the ether and curled sleepily onto their side towards Crowley with a few mumbled words of gratitude.

Crowley sat in the dark for a long while, doing their best to not think as they listened to Aziraphale’s quiet even breathing that spoke of true sleep. Eventually they slipped from the bed and dressed and retreated to the office. With a snap they miracled up a couch and turned on the TV, letting themself be lulled into a thoughtful stupor that eventually slipped into sleep.

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