#why is no one asking me to help them go through Eden??

[that-howling-sky-kid]

The fact that people are actively trying to avoid doing the 4th quest is the funniest thing ever.

#sky children of the light #sky cotl #thatskygame #skyblr #season of revival #doing the 4th quest for revival is like encountering a mission nobody likes to do but has to do it anyway for completion #don't get me wrong I'm still a bit butthurt from losing my WL after getting all 150 of them #but I had to go to Eden anyway for a wing buff and I was low on ascended candles #also hi Eden Uber #why is no one asking me to help them go through Eden?? #i am practically the person for the job

[pommedepersephone]

Buck up, Hamlet! or how Aziraphale and Crowley's blocking helps communicate the evolution of their relationship

Can we talk about the blocking?

Specifically, I have been rewatching S1E3, one of my favorites. I love how the development of the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley is shown through these little vignettes. There have been some great explorations of the costuming and dialogue, but what always strikes me is the BLOCKING. The way their placement and movements add such depth and tell the story of living as a queer person, having to communicate in coded language.

Through the episode, we get 4500 years of history - Eden, Mesopotamia, Golgatha, Rome and Wessex - to see Aziraphale and Crowley standing on their opposite sides. Aziraphale always on the right, Crowley always on the left. But after the Arrangement, their blocking changes drastically and becomes much more fluid and nuanced. Each scene after this is distinct but the scenes in at the Globe and the Bastille have the most development, and I find myself rewatching them A LOT. Here is what I see. 

All the World's a Stage

This is the first meeting we see that isn’t a chance encounter, though the two try to stage it as such. It takes place in a theatre - and they are acting, playing their roles as demon and angel. Even the humans are complicit in this performance, with Shakespeare stepping in to address the two "in your roles as the audience." Oh, delicious.

But once it's been firmly established for anyone watching that they AREN'T friends, they DON'T know each other (cough cough) the following moves are clearly choreographed and have been played out many times before. Crowley sashays to the right, opening the dance, and Aziraphale accepts the invitation to dance with: “What do you want?” 

“Why ever would you insinuate that I might possibly want something?” Crowley is just playing his role as cheeky demon offering up a temptation - but his position to the right of Aziraphale speaks to the fact that they are both very complicit in this performance.

“You are up to no good.”  “Obviously. And you are up to good, I take it? Lots of good deeds?” Just standard character establishment, here.

“No rest for the, well, good." Ah, this line, the inversion of the well known idiom. Because the line between good and evil (and between angel and demon) maybe aren't so distinct, and Aziraphale acknowledges this with his words. We are moving into negotiations now. "I have to be in Edinburgh at the end of the week. A couple of blessings to do, and a minor miracle to perform. Apparently, I have to ride a horse.”

“Ah hard on the buttocks, horses. Major design flaw, if you ask me. I’m meant to be headed to Edinburgh too this week. Tempting a clan leader to steal some cattle.” The way Crowley moves AROUND Aziraphale here, intimate but also careful, watching for his reactions.

“Doesn’t sound like hard work.” Said with a little sideways look, because Aziraphale can see where this is going. And he's open to suggestion temptation.

“That was why I thought we should… well, bit of a waste of effort. Both of us going all the way to Scotland.”

“You cannot actually be suggesting what I infer you are implying?” A little bit of pretense, because Aziraphale has to pretend to be tempted, right?

Crowley presses. “Which is?” Because he is willing to play the part of tempting demon, but only if it is clear this is a farce, that this is indeed mutually agreeable. He is making sure they are doing the same dance.

"That one of us goes to Edinburgh and does... both. The blessing and the tempting."

Yes, they are doing the same dance, and what is left is the formality of concluding the dance - a moment of Aziraphale expressing his concern for Crowley, the coin toss - they both know how it ends. It's a ritual, an act of give and take.

But if it were ONLY the Arrangement, a simple quid pro quo, it would have ended there. It doesn't. Instead, the two offer each other a more intimate exchange - "It'd take a miracle to get people to come and see Hamlet."

Aziraphale doesn't even have to ask with words, just a look, and Crowley happily agrees. That is the final part of the dance, a small acknowledgement that this isn't just about making their jobs easier.

A Free Man in Paris

Paris is something else. This is a HUGE step beyond making sure that audiences like a show your angel is particularly fond of. This is a stolen dangerous moment, an OUTRAGEOUS flirtation that takes place outside of time, conducted in clear view of others but beyond their understanding. Isn’t that how their entire relationship is now conducted, hidden in plain view and so clearly affectionate? 

And look, Aziraphale is BITCHY in this scene. Peak That Bitch. He's just purchased a bookshop, he's creating a very permanent place for himself here on earth - Aziraphale is feeling quite proud of himself. In fact, he's preening a bit that he has figured out how to exist, even in some small limited way, as himself within the confines of the system of Heaven. Buuuut he may have gone just a bit too far, and gotten himself in a spot of trouble. He has landed in a prison, threatened with "death" and stuck because he's already gotten a warning about being frivolous with his miracles. Oh jolly good that Crowley is here to save the day!

There is something raw being communicated here here, where both Aziraphale and Crowley are presenting themselves to the world in ways that are dangerous. Aziraphale's reaction tells us that Crowley's look is doing things to him, but also in a way that it is NOT socially appropriate. Aziraphale may have showed up in all the trappings of an English aristocrat, but here is Crowley as a French royal sympathizer. NEITHER of these are safe choices in the middle of a revolution. The costuming is so critical to fully appreciating this scene, so check out the amazing clothing overview with @cobragardens.

When Crowley arrives and stops time, he and Aziraphale find themselves situated facing one another, but angled so they aren’t facing straight on. Interestingly, from Crowley’s perspective, he is where he is supposed to be - the left of Aziraphale. But Aziraphale, from his perspective, is also to the left of Crowley. It was Aziraphale after all who initiated this situation, who put himself in danger by being too… Aziraphale. It’s dangerous to be yourself when you don’t fit into heteronormative social expectations, isn’t it? Still, the two keep up a very flirtatious banter as they discuss the situation, and Crowley maintains his very-intentionally-unbothered sitting position up until Aziraphale goes too far and thanks him for coming to his rescue.

While Crowley is also flirting with danger in the way he is dressed, he also didn't just pop over for a nibble dressed this way. And whatever he might have been up to was interrupted so he could rescue Aziraphale from the consequences of his own reckless authenticity. After removing the chains, Crowley pushes Aziraphale to reconsider his honest expression of himself in this exact place and time - for the sake of survival.

Aziraphale, willing to risk himself alone, rather quickly adopts a more acceptable appearance when it might impact Crowley. It is only after Aziraphale is safely disguised and returned to his proper place to the right of Crowley, ONLY then does Crowley restart time. They can go enjoy lunch now, with the proper precautions and masks in place.

For these two particular human-coded occult beings, this is also such an honest moment. They both showed up damn authentically - Aziraphale so fabulously ostentatious, focused on chasing down some pleasure (in this crepes) and Crowley wrapped in a clear protest against the current violence. Just as Aziraphale indicated with his "Oh good LORD" as he looked the demon up and down with obvious thirst, Crowley's request to Aziraphale to change his appearance and mask better is done in such a way that affirms that Crowley LIKES who Aziraphale is without the mask.

The scene is so playful on the surface, the body language and dialogue flirtatious. It's something so familiar to the queer experience, making light of the absolute danger that we must sometimes navigate just to exist. The more I watch it, the more obsessed I become.

A Spot of Bodysnatchin'

It is worth remembering that we didn't get this scene in S1.

I am going to go through it soon, because again they dance back and forth beautifully in this minisode, but suffice to say we all know... it didn't end well for Crowley.

No Walk in the Park

The moment in St. James Park is brief, and it wasn't until S2 and the meeting at Edinburgh that we got the full context for this meeting. But even without this, we can clearly see that things are weighing heavily on Crowley. The scene in the Bastille took place in a prison, with the threat of execution over their heads. The juxtaposition of this conversation taking place in a park - a place that is not only NOT inherently dangerous but looks lovely and welcoming - only highlights the change in Crowley's attitude. He still attempts to be playful, but he's afraid. Look at that paper, it's a bit crumpled, he's been carrying it around for a while.

They are firmly entrenched on their assigned sides for the entire conversation, both very stiff. It feels uncomfortable to watch. When Aziraphale refuses his request, and indicates whatever is between them is just "fraternizing" with the enemy, we get a glimpse of how fearful Crowley really is. In none of these flashbacks has Crowley ever spoken to Aziraphale with the anger we see here. When they part in anger, it feels wrong.

Take Me to Church

So there is a long break between meetings now. But then, ah, the church. The place Aziraphale realizes his feelings. (Look, if Michael says this is where Aziraphale realized he'd fallen in love, I am not here to argue.) What I love is that again we see Crowley and Aziraphale swapping sides. Crowley is here to save his wayward angel, AGAIN. Despite feeling the ill effects of walking on consecrated ground, Crowley is here to save his angel and defeat Nazis. It's definitely not remotely evil intentions.

It isn't like the Bastille, but some of the parallels exist - Aziraphale failing to grasp the risks of his actions. And the silliness of his little dance coupled with just how deadly serious this situation is harks back to their flirtations in the prison.

Crowley is to the right of Aziraphale from the time he arrives until the bomb drops. Then in the rubble, with the danger past, we see them on their assigned sides again. UNTIL Crowley hands Aziraphale the books he saved with a "little demonic miracle of my own." He then crosses Aziraphale, and we see the look of absolute adoration as the angel watches him walk away to the right.

Sweeeeeet baby Jesus, baby girl has it BAD.

Always Crashing in the Same Car

This extremely heartbreaking scene has been dissected, chewed over, breaking our little hearts with it's sharp pieces.

But it is purposeful that this scene took place in the Bentley. Being in the car is symbolic because Aziraphale is here making an offering to Crowley, in his space, something that he Aziraphale feels is WRONG which is highlighted by his placement to the left of Crowley. He is scared, acting against all his own desires, but he does it anyway because he cares for Crowley. It's simple, powerful placement. Need to hurt more? Yeah, thought so. Take a deeper look at the dialogue with @zionworkzs.

#good omens meta #look the blocking has me feeling things #just brilliant #i am very normal about them #neil gaiman #good omens #just theatre kid things

[runnning-outof-time]

For the ‘little intimate things that leave me breathless’ thing, could you do “having a piece of hair brushed off your face as you're reading or looking down.” With Tommy pretty please if you are able! 💖 Thank you!

Thanks so much for sending this in, anon! I’m sorry it took so long for me to write — I hope you enjoy this fluffy piece! Also sorry one last time for the spamming of stories that I’ve been doing … I hope it hasn’t been overwhelming, and that the reason behind me wanting to clear out my asks and drafts will make sense tomorrow. Enjoy! 🥰

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

A Good Look

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: smoking

Summary: Tommy tries to smooth-talk his way back into a good standing with (Y/N). It doesn’t quite go the way he hopes it would…or maybe it does.

(Y/N) was engrossed in the ledgers when the sound of the door opening echoed through the otherwise empty betting shop floor. She didn’t bother to look up, knowing exactly who had entered from the sound of the shoes on the hardwood alone.

She continued reading as Tommy took a seat in the chair across from her, hearing him go about fishing his cigarettes out of his pocket so that he could put one between his lips and light it with a match. It was only after he asked “what is that?” that she brought her eyes up to meet his.

“The ledger from the Eden Club,” she answered flatly, holding his gaze for a moment before dropping it back down to the paper.

“Why do you have it?” was his next question.

“Arthur gave it to me…he wanted to have someone check it over to make sure it was done properly,” she answered, her words making him scoff.

“Bloody Arthur,” he mumbled, shaking his head, “he probably didn’t look it over in the first place.” His statement made (Y/N) glance up at him again, her eyebrows raising as he continued to mumble something about how he should have never trusted his brother with such a big responsibility.

Not saying anything in response, (Y/N) shook her head at her husband’s mutterings before focusing herself on the ledger again. She read a few more lines, focused on the numbers and the meanings behind them, before she felt the strand of hair that had fallen in front of her face being tucked behind her ear. When she looked up, she found Tommy moving back to sit normally again after having leaned over the table. “What was that for?” she couldn’t help but ask, an eyebrow quirked.

“Just wanted to get a good look at you, love…haven’t seen you in a few days,” he answered, the right corner of his lips tugging upwards. (Y/N) couldn’t help but snort at his statement. Her reaction filled Tommy with confusion. “What?” he had to ask. Usually his smooth-talking would be met with an equally as smooth and flirty response, or at the very least a grin. So to get the complete opposite this time sent his mind into a whirl.

“Schmoozing me isn’t going to make this go away that easily, Thomas,” she told him, pressing her lips into a tight line.

“Make what go away?”

“That stunt you and your brothers pulled at the Eden Club before taking it from Sabini…” she didn’t hesitate in spelling it out for him, “there’s about a million better ways that you could have gone about that.”

Tommy sighed almost immediately after hearing the reason behind her sour mood. “(Y/N)…” he started, taking a deep drag from his cigarette before he continued - because he most certainly needed it, “we needed to show Sabini that we were serious. We didn’t enter that club with the intention of having things go the way we did…”

“Sure,” (Y/N) was quick to cut into this explanation, sarcasm laced into her voice.

“It’s the truth,” he defended himself.

“You don’t go anywhere without a plan, Tommy, and you know damn well that your plan’s going to work the way you want it to ninety-nine percent of the time. You entered that club with the intention of making a violent statement, and you and your brothers succeeded in pulling it off.”

Silence fell in the room after (Y/N) finished her frustrated statement. They kept their eyes on each other, watching the other’s moves intently; looking for any possible microexpression.

It wasn’t until Tommy glanced down at the ledger that the silence was broken: “you’re unhappy with how we went about our business there, but yet you’re still checking over the club’s ledger,” he pointed out, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Tommy…” (Y/N) said in a huff, annoyed that he had to be so cocky, but yet so right.

He said nothing in response and instead relaxed back into the chair, clasping his hands over his abdomen. The smirk that was threatening to break into his face was in full view now.

“Have you gotten your good look yet?” (Y/N) broke the silence, her one eyebrow raised inquisitively.

“Hmm?” Tommy hummed, amusement clear in his voice.

(Y/N) huffed at his response. “Will you get outta here so that I can finish this up?” she asked a different question, trying not to completely crack her countenance.

Ever the betting man, Tommy tried to wage a deal: “Depends, will I see you later?”

“If you leave now?” she asked, seeing him nod before it was her turn to grin, “maybe.”

“Alright then,” he nodded, standing from the chair to go to the door of the shop. He turned to look at her before leaving, seeing that she had already dove back into checking the ledger. He just had to get one more good look at her before leaving.

(Y/N) shook her head as she heard the door to the shop shut. That was one way to get rid of him, she thought to herself with a grin.

———

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[kyouxa]

Diabolik lovers Lost Eden: Ayato & Laito Sakamaki (short stories)

Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! Scans provided by: @yuikomorii​

Ayato Sakamaki

That night, Richter visited the mansion for the first time in a while. Never before I would have thought that the man whose face I never wanted to see again, was the one I would end up choosing as my guardian. My brothers, even the Mukami guys… they looked very surprised to run into his face as well, not that I cared though. 

In any case, I just didn’t want to repeat the same mistakes I already made in this world. But thanks to her I’ve already become a different person from back then.

According to Richter’s report, the demon world itself seems to gain stability. He also mentioned that Eden’s restoration has become slightly better and that the familiars of those Mukami guys have come to help. Holy shit, after hearing all of this I couldn’t help but let my inner self get overwhelmed by relief. 

As Richter finished his report, he immediately left the mansion and I could finally return to my own room. And just as I opened the door I saw her sitting by the window, reading a book as she slowly raised her face.

“Hm… ? Is Richter-san already back on his way home? Don’t you usually have a longer talk with one another… ?”

As she spoke to me, I approached her and started to smell a calming scent. As I grabbed her hand to move her up from the chair, I couldn’t help but immediately hug her afterwards. The book she was holding in her hand instantly fell onto the floor with a thud. 

“Just outta curiosity… but did you happen to take a bath while I was gone?”

She nodded to my question and I started to smile at her in response.

“Heh, so you’ve prepared yourself already? If that’s so, then…”

As soon as I spoke those words, I pushed her down onto the bed next to me. Blocking her flustered face from uttering something, I laid my hand over her lips to keep them closed. 

While I started kissing her continuously in various spots of her neck, I disarranged her negligee slightly. And like usually, when my face is already close to her neckline, I might as well get a bit of her luxurious blood out of her dainty neck. Just when I was about to get to it, she stiffened up a little. Noticing this, I suddenly got an idea and gently licked over her neck. “Kya!!”

She was very surprised by my action and therefore let out a small scream. I guess it was pretty unexpected after all. 

“Kuku… did you think I was about to suck your blood? You fell for it, didn’t you?”

Right after I said that, I teasingly started licking her ear this time. She lets out another small scream and turns around as if I had just tickled her. I was intrigued by her unusual reaction, which is why I started to really tickle her body this time.

She busted out laughing begging me to stop while she tried to escape from my tickling attack which just made me wanna tickle her even more. If I was already given the choice I might as well do it as thoroughly as possible. 

“I’m not letting you go! At least not until I’m satisfied…”

She continued to roll around the bed for a while, trying to resist until she rapidly became obedient and calmed down. “Hm? What’s going on? Surrendering? How boring…”

Just as I was about to move my hands from her, she unexpectedly turned the situation around. “Wha–! What are… hahahaha!” 

Of all the things, I didn’t expect her to take advantage of me taking off my hands for a second to gimme a tickle counterattack. Seeing me burst into laughter made her laugh as well. “Stop already, will you!? Hahah! Shit! Chichinashi, move… !” 

Receiving even the slightest bit of retribution I immediately became serious again and got my revenge through tickling her body. She tried with all her power to go up against me and return the punishment . 

And, just for a brief period I was sure the laughter of both of us was echoing through more than just the room. To be honest, it would’ve been easy for me to get out of this situation and resist her. And yet, the reason why I go along with such a trivial battle is because I would give anything to keep seeing her carefree smile, even if it’s only for a bit longer. The fact that we can both laugh together like this makes me feel happy and maybe that’s because I’ve grown a little since then. 

Laito Sakamaki

I’ve returned to the human world in order to finish my school life as a senior high student. I never thought I would have to return here every day again. “Haa… I’m sick of reading this, I wish those tests would finally disappear for good.” While I started to comb my hair out of boredom, my girlfriend who’s sitting next to me continued studying in silence until she replied that it cannot be helped and I should continue reading. 

“Come on, Bitch-chan. No need to be such a serious and straight-laced person, no?” As I said those words, I gently put my arm around her back and started to lightly embrace her waist. Even though I saw a faint blush on her face, she reminds me that she is busy studying right now. 

“I know that.” But, despite that, I started nibbling on her ear. Perhaps this has always been my normal life no matter to what extent. 

To even think that I begged for death because it was unbearable to keep on having these powers in my state… but that is beyond doubt the absolute truth and I totally understand that I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the power of the World Tree. The only difference from me back then and now is that I am finally able to accept that reality. During that time, my power was too strong for me to handle, I wasn’t able to come to grasp that reality. And even so, I deserved a second chance. Ironically, due to her help I could finally accept the distortion within me and become more straightforward at the end. I held up my face close to her chest in a way of telling that I love her. 

“This is all thanks to you that I can exist like this.” However, she doesn’t reply to me. “Are you agreeing with me if you’re staying silent like this?” 

It was a calm sigh that she returned to me that made me understand the answer to my question. 

“I guess I was too reckless, no?” She showed a bitter smile as I examined her expression. As I observed her tiny body calmly from top to bottom I was shaken by a sudden feeling of satisfaction. And yet there is no way to help the fact that this world is slowly going to destroy itself. I have been told that alongside my resurrection, the world tree has been new-born but started to shed its leaves ever since. Even though it’s all said and done this is happening just as he wished for. He knew right from the start that I wasn’t ever capable of being the vampire king. 

“No matter how far I move on with my life, I will always be right in the palm of his hands.” With those words escaping my mouth, I closed my eyes. It’s still unimaginable to me that I used to be a different person before, but… all I needed in the end is someone like her to accept me as I am. That is because I am Adam and she is Eve. – And no matter what will become of this world, I’m prepared for it. 

#diabolik lovers translation #Diabolik Lovers #laito sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #diabolik lovers lost eden #Lost Eden #yui komori

[scekrex]

Love your writing!!

Can I request an Adam x Lucifer’s Ex! reader? Reader is basically the same rank as Lucifer was (so he’s the same strength as him too) Basically, they split up after he and Lilith got together and gave Eve the Apple. Reader is extremely depressed about it but then he meets one of the humans from Eden, Adam . And they find solidarity and comfort in going through the same/similar situation.

Lowkey giving that one scene from Steven Universe (No idea if you’ve watched/like SU so, if you’re not sure what I’m talking about, I’ll link it here. (If you want, you can probably just skip to the time stamps or watch all of it, either’s fine, but it starts at 2:33 and ends around 3:11

Spoilers for Steven Universe, if you even care.

https://youtu.be/PnlRR0rX_Q0?feature=shared

(The context for the SU scene is ofc different, but just the overall vibe of it is what I mean.) but just 2 people abandoned by someone who was supposed to be their soulmate (Twice for Adam) and them finding love in each other in the end.

(Like, imagine both the fluff AND angst potential.)

Also!! If/After you write this one, I might request a Part 2 of this with angst for the aftermath of EP.8. (ONLY if you’re ok with it OFC! If not, just tell me in your A/N for this one and I won’t send it!!)

I hope you have a great day!!!! 💙💙

Okay first of all: gimme that EP 8 request right now, I need it soooo badly °^° I haven't seen SU but I've watched the scene you linked and it helped to get the vibe right so much, this is a lil short but dragging it out just to make it appear longer felt wrong. I hope you like it though. Also friendly reminder: this is set in Eden before Adam became a douchebag.

Part 2

I'm a jester and I'm yours, call me your fool

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, hurt (with comfort)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Eden had always been the place for you to ge whenever you felt sad or upset, it calmed you down, eased your mind, made your thoughts shut up for only a couple moments. Lucifer had betrayed you, you knew that, you also knew that it had been for the best to end things with him before he would take it too far with his wish for free will and with the things that were going on between him and Lilith. And before you even realized how sad that made you feel, to be betrayed, to be replaced by a mortal soul that would never be as pure as you were, you started crying - it wasn’t loud and if someone wouldn’t have paid attention it was also not visible but Adam did pay attention. Lucifer and Lilith had given Eve the apple, the forbidden fruit, how much further would heaven allow them to go? You weren’t sure. What you were sure about though, was the fact that you missed Lucifer, you missed his warmth, his chaotic yet gentle way of handling things, no matter what it was. You missed his creative mind, his joyful character, the love he had held for you that he had never been able to hide. You missed your clumsy blonde little angel - you shook your head, no, he was no longer yours.

And while you tried to sort your emotions out, the brunette human carefully creeped closer, he noticed your sadness and despite the fact that he didn’t know why you were crying, he felt like he understood without knowing the true reason - he had heard them whispering about it. About how Lucifer had left his boyfriend in order to get together with the first woman, his ex wife, Lilith. And while one loss alone had been seemingly impossible to carry, Adam had not only lost Lilith to his former best friend, he had also lost Eve. Eve, who had tried to talk him into eating the apple as well, he had refused to though, he wanted to remain pure, if she decided that wasn’t for her though, then that was her deal and not Adam’s.

Once he had reached you, he quietly sat down next to you, he wanted to take the sadness away from you, a creature as gorgeous and heavenly as yours should not sit in Eden and cry. He wanted to ask you why you were crying, who caused all those tears but he felt like it wasn’t his place to do so - you were an angel after all. Was he even allowed to sit next to you? The first man didn’t know, but he was sure that if he wouldn’t be allowed near you, you would tell him so. Lucifer might be disobeying heaven’s rules, but you? You looked too pure to do so.

You quickly wiped your tears away as soon as you noticed the presence next to you, when you turned your head to look at the person that had decided to take their place by your side, you were quite surprised to see the face of the first man there. “You look so sad,” the brunette hummed as he reached out to gently touch your cheek. Your golden, broken looking eyes met equally broken brown ones and you somehow found comfort in them, even though they belonged to a total stranger. “Yeah,” you softly chuckled at his words, a small smile forced itself onto your lips, “I guess that’s normal when you get dumped, though.” So the rumors had been true, Lucifer had left his boyfriend for Adam’s former wife. He inhaled deeply, “That’s what love brings.” And yeah, he had a point. Love was able to bring joy and happiness, but it could also take those feelings away from you within seconds. Carefully you leaned into Adam’s touch and closed your eyes as you breathed in the scent of the brunette. “A creature as beautiful as you shouldn’t be sad over losing someone like Lucifer though,” the first man continued and gently caressed your cheek with his thumb, wiping away all remains of your tears. “That’s so easy to say, Adam,” your voice cracked when you said his name and you opened your eyes again, “He was everything.” Adam nodded, he understood, “So was Eve. And Lilith. But sometimes they choose a different path than you do and there is nothing you can do to change that.”

And looking at it that way made you realize that Adam was in the same situation as you were, a situation that tore apart everything just because Lucifer had made a reckless decision. You had lost everything and so had Adam, you were sitting in the same boat, sailing the same ocean of sadness. But now you had found each other, so at least you weren’t sailing alone anymore. “Adam?” you asked quietly as you looked at the first man, making sure you’d get nothing but honesty when your eyes met his, “Can you stay?” And without hesitation the first man nodded, this would not only bring you comfort and take a little bit of the sadness away from you, no, the brunette would also find comfort in this, you would keep his mind busy and that he was very thankful for.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[lilhub]

So. What's up with the duplicate statues in Eden?

If you've played Sky: Children of the Light and gone through The Ascent, you may have noticed these statues:

And you'll know that the Vault has the same exact statues:

Now the question we're asking here is why.

Of course, I have a theory in regards to it that ties into a couple of other theories, but it's gonna be long and probably a little complicated, so buckle up.

TL;DR will be at the bottom of the post for a simpler(and less all over the place) explanation!

Now, I'm going to start at the beginning with something that may seem completely unrelated:

Take a look at the top of this broken building in the Battlefield.

Does it look familiar? It should.

It looks like the vault masks.

That's odd though, isn't it? The Vault Elder is, well, the Vault Elder. They belong in the Vault.

To that I say: what if they weren't always there?

What if that building used to be their temple?

Almost every other Elder has their own building that serves as their temple and little else; why would the Vault Elder be any different? They're certainly just as important as every other Elder, so why would they be singled out?

Some more evidence for the broken building being an Elder's temple?

Look here, in The Seed's spirit memory:

The spirit was a medic that treated and aided soldiers on the battlefield, and this displays them in a Medic's tent. Where? In the broken building.

Other than it being the arguably safest structure aside from the Vault, there's...no real reason for it to be here of all places. They could have had it anywhere else; this is in the thick of the fighting, after all, the entire map is called the Battlefield for a reason. But there's a reason it was here.

Why?

Well, the Elder's temples are sacred. They're holy places, not to be trifled with, even in the midst of a war, they're like churches. And what was guaranteed if you took shelter in a church?

Sanctuary.

Unfortunately, this doesn't guarantee its outside will be particularly safe from conflict, especially toward the end of the war. Survival began to matter more than walls, I suspect, and it's clear from the Lookout Scout's memory sequence that even then, this place was broken down; potentially from Dark Dragons, potentially from the Ancestors. Unfortunately, we currently have no way of knowing for sure.

On the topic of placements and symbolism in the Battlefield map, though: there's also all of this imagery of the King leading up to the Wasteland Elder's temple.

Let me suggest to you the following as an answer to why:

Eden was not always the primary residence of the King.

Before you grab your torches and pitchforks, hear me out. The Eden Castle was not always there, and this is explicitly shown in the Aurora concert during Warrior, but also the fourth quest in Season of Passage:

No castle.

Now, what does this mean for the King? Well, logically they should have them residing in the otherwise safest place in the Kingdom—like, perhaps, a Vault.

Now we're getting somewhere.

Let's go back to the statues.

Many theorize that they're graves, due to the fact that there's one in each temple and when you sit, you're taken to the respective cutscenes that feature the Elders in their limbos. I disagree.

I think they were communication lines. Every Elder will need to contact one another at some point, and other than the Windpaths, there's really no shortcuts through the realms; thus, the statues function as telephones in a home network, if you will. If one person picks up the line while others are having a conversation, they can listen in as well.

Who needs to have a way to contact every single Elder?

The King.

A ruler needs to be able to conveniently contact the others that help them run a kingdom, especially at a moment's notice, and phones don't exactly exist in the Kingdom. Thusly following the path of logic here, wherever the King is, there should be each statue for each corresponding Elder.

Once the castle became the primary residence of the King, now that the Vault Elder was no longer close by, there was a statue added to the arrangement; this also explains why it's just sat in the middle of them instead of up with the rest.

There is one other thing, though.

What's up with the Wasteland Elder?

After all, if the Vault was the primary residence of the King, and the statues support that, then why and how does the Wasteland Elder come to inhabit that building?

I have a few thoughts on that too.

Let's take a look at the Wasteland Elder, for starters.

They look like a soldier. Which is no surprise, really, seeing as they were in charge of what is now the Wasteland, and the war that seems to have primarily taken place there.

I have another thought though.

The King needs a guard, or more accurately, the Prince does. Sure, there is plenty of power when you are the King, but before that they was a Prince, and there are always precautions that should be taken with the future ruler of your Kingdom.

From what little we see of their character, the Wasteland Elder is protective. Defensive. Willing to do anything to safeguard what lay beyond that gate. They had to learn from somewhere. That instinct has to come from somewhere, because they clearly have worked themselves to the point of absolute exhaustion in their efforts to safeguard that gate.

To this, I ask you: what better protection is there for a Prince than a Star?

Of course, once the Prince becomes a King, and Eden is more than adequate as a safe spot for them, this Star needs to be put somewhere else.

And the Wasteland still needs a protector. After all, the Dark Dragons at this point must be becoming a problem, and Darkstone production is likely growing larger and larger by the day; the people need someone to keep them safe and reassure them that all will be okay.

Who better than a Star that already knows everything about protection and defense? Who has the necessary experience? Who has likely had to manage other guards that helped protect the Prince?

TL;DR: Before the fall of the kingdom, while the King was still a Prince, before the Castle was built the Prince resided in the Vault. And before the conflict in the Wasteland, the Vault Elder's temple was the broken building we now see in the Battlefield. This explains both the King imagery leading up to (what is now)the Wasteland Temple(which also doubles as the entrance to the Vault) and the symbol atop the broken building that resembles the Vault masks.

During the period of time before the Prince became the King, the Wasteland Elder was assigned as their protector, explaining their intense need to defend the Vault 'til their last breath. Afterward, once the Prince becomes King, they are reassigned as the Guardian of the Wasteland, charged with overseeing its people and the Darkstone production taking place there.

Because of the fact that the King resided in the Vault and the Eden Castle, there are versions of each Elder's statue in both places due to them potentially being communication lines instead of graves. Or, at least, they used to be communication lines and were turned into graves for the Fallen Stars after the Fall of the Kingdom. This also explains why each statue takes us to that specific Elder's limbo space; they still, technically, function for their intended purpose.

Of course, this is all just one huge theory made up of a bunch of smaller theories and doesn't have the greatest evidence but. Alas! I am prone to overthinking details in the Funny Light Game.

#sky children of the light #sky cotl theory #sky theory #skyblr #is this my brain doing the pepe silva meme? SOLID MAYBE #but alas I cannot help it. I see Odd Things and desperately search for Explanations #of course this very well could be the devs reusing assets for. whatever reason. I have no clue why #but for now it wORKS #sky children of the light theory

[chalkscene]

lovebrush chronicles ⇢ NOT LEAVING THIS GARDEN OF EDEN

you did follow through your plan, you tell yourself. you saved earth and went straight back home. you just didn’t plan on going back to eden. after all, home is where the heart is.

ft. ayn alwyn, alkaid mcgrath, lars rorschach & clarence clayden

note: reimagined eden endings because i’m still sad i didn’t pull a single eden ssr illustra <//3 also i apologize for the big blocks of texts lmao

“hey, chief. remember little leaf?” o’connor suddenly asks. AYN freezes at the mention of his second-in-command’s endearment for you and though he doesn’t mean to intimidate his companion, there’s a permanent glare in his gaze on o’connor which makes the latter panic in fear. o’connor’s hands shoot straight to his head as he begs, “please don’t burn my hair. it was just a question.” the chief stifles a snort, “i’m not gonna do anything.” o’connor sighs in relief before ayn answers his earlier inquiry, “i remember. why do you ask?” “i was just wondering. how do you think she’s doing?” in an attempt to mask the longing he still feels since you left, ayn simply shrugs, “safe, probably. she’s home now.” “she is.” it’s not o’connor who speaks this time and just like that, ayn feels his entire body go tense—he’d know that voice anywhere. unbeknownst to him, you’ve been standing just a few feet behind him. the moment you walked into the busy tavern today, the members of the order perked up at the sight of you but before they could express the slightest glee, you urgently signalled them to hush. you’re grateful that despite their undying loyalty to ayn, they play along. when you finally speak, the room falls into complete silence as every single member of the order awaits ayn’s reaction. his suspicions are confirmed by the smirk from o’connor who’s now looking past him and straight at you, beaming, “hey, little leaf!” ayn spins on his heel to face you, the usually blunt man now rendered speechless. you can’t help but tease him, “i can’t believe i managed to sneak up on you. you’re losing your touch, ayn.” the seconds that follow pass in a blur and you find yourself in the strong yet gentle embrace of ayn’s arms once again. “you’re back…” ayn mutters, clear disbelief in his tone as if to convince himself that he’s not dreaming and you barely contain your giggles, feeling hopelessly smitten with this boy, “like you said. i’m home.”

with the lantern glowing in his hand, ALKAID is strolling along a commercial district—the exact replica of the street he took you to in eden—and like they always do, his thoughts drift back to you. if you could see this new eden, would you be proud of him? he can’t help but wonder. he hasn’t fully regained his capacity to feel a multitude of emotions since he paid the price to rebuild eden into a better place but one thing’s for certain—he yearns for you. but he also knows that if a star were to fall from the sky tonight, it would be incredibly selfish of him to wish for your return. he can only wish for your safety and happiness wherever you are. that should be enough, he tells himself. you already granted him three days to be his lover—much more than what he deserved after everything he had done. he’s not in any position to demand for more. but the universe is quick to differ because sitting on a bench just a few feet away now is your figure. before he can stop himself, alkaid calls your name and you immediately turn to the sound of his voice. both falling in a state of disbelief at the sight of each other, neither of you say anything for a moment. “hi,” you speak first. it takes some effort but alkaid manages to find his voice, “what are you doing here?” “i didn’t know where to look for you,” you suppose that’s not exactly what he meant with his question but your reply still answers it all the same—i came back because i promised i’d find you. your eyes then dart to the lantern in his hands, “you still have it.” “i kept it. i don’t know why i brought it with me though,” he admits bashfully, his boyish grin so childlike it leaves no trace of the master of eden he used to be. and it’s the loveliest you’ve ever seen him. “i was going to give it to you before you left,” alkaid adds, “you can have it now so you can bring it back home… if you want it.” “if that’s the only reason you’re giving it to me then i can’t take it,” you try to sound as solemnly as you can and guilt immediately gnaws at you when alkaid visibly deflates at the rejection. still, out of respect for your decision, he simply gives a resigned nod, ”i understand.” “i don’t think you do.” you can no longer fight the smile pulling on the corners of your lips and alkaid looks nothing short of confused. “alkaid, i’m staying.”

after a long trip beyond the borders of eden, LARS couldn’t be more ecstatic to go home and get some rest but as he rummages his backpack for his keys, something at the foot of the door catches his eye—a small pot of cactus. maybe his mind is playing tricks on him but the prickly succulent looks identical to the one he gifted you during your time in eden. he recounts the past events, from your arrival in this world down to the moment you left. he’s sure he packed the cactus for you. “at least, put that in a box before you stuff it in my bag next time,” you quip as you come into lars’s view, raising your finger to show him the small bandage over the spot where the cactus pricked you. with the traveler stood frozen and speechless, you take it upon yourself to cross the distance between the two of you. soon, lars is reaching for your hand as if to inspect the tiny wound but that is the furthest thing from his mind right now. he’s trying to process the sight of you standing in front of him and holding his hand and that this is all, in fact, very real. still, he manages to match your teasing. “how about daisies, hm? would that be better?” brazenness drips from his tone but there’s obvious sincerity swimming in his eyes. you can’t even describe how badly you missed those blue eyes. “much,” you tell him. in an instant, the playful atmosphere dissipates until there’s nothing but genuine longing in the air surrounding you both. “i thought you went home,” he says softly but you don’t miss the subtle shiver in his voice as he keeps it steady. “i did.” “why did you come back?” “i wanted to see you again.” “but it’s safer there.” “i feel safer with you.” lars doesn’t have a rebuttal to that. “i missed you, lars.” “i missed you, too,” he mutters as he takes you in his arms, planting a chaste kiss on your forehead, “are you sure about this? i don’t think i can let you go again.” with a giggle, you cradle his face and bring him closer for a kiss that he’s eager to reciprocate. “i don’t want you to,” you mumble against his lips.

eden has begun to live up to its name since CLARENCE took over but sometimes, the falcon in him still comes out and clarence finds himself at a shooting range practicing his aim—not that he ever needs it. he can hit multiple bullseyes in a row within seconds. but better safe than sorry and today is no exception. when he shoots the last of his ammunition, an audible thud shortly follows, catching his attention. he immediately glances at the target and at the center, among his many gunshots, one rubber bullet stands out. on full alert, clarence scans the area to deduce the possible source of the dart only to be met by the last person he ever expected to find in eden—you. “i didn’t think i’d get that on the first try,” you quip. “what are you doing here?” the urgency in his voice contradicts the cheeky expression on your face. “i took some shooting lessons and i wanted to show you,” you tell him proudly, “but i’m not sure if they’re eden standards.” clarence huffs out a laughter at your remark as he shakes his head in amusement. your playful wit hasn’t changed one bit, to his relief. “if you want me to teach you, just ask,” he banters. “i literally hit a bullseye,” you retort but clarence only shrugs, “beginner’s luck.” his mock indifference reminds you of the clarence—or rather, the falcon—you met when you first arrived in eden. it’s only been a few months but it all feels like a distant memory that you can’t help but laugh about it now. not wanting to waste another second apart from him, you cross the space separating you, running into his arms where he catches you with ease. “i was scared you wouldn’t remember me,” you mutter against his shoulder and a soft chuckle escapes him as he deems the mere idea of your confession ridiculous, “i never stopped thinking about you.” when you eventually pull away, clarence’s gaze drops to the gun in your hand. “what kind of gun is that?” “this?” you hold it up so clarence can get a better look at it, “it’s a nerf gun. and it’s just a toy.” you point the gun at clarence and aim for his arm. before he can protest, you pull the trigger to prove it causes no serious injury, “see?” still, the impact makes him flinch. “where did you get it?” “i brought it with me.” the insinuation of home in your reply slightly dampens clarence’s mood. he can’t help but ask, “how long are you staying?” “depends,” you answer in a tone that’s unwaveringly cheery, “how long are the lessons you promised?” the corners of clarence’s lips quirk up at your joshing and hope begins to bubble in his chest, “as long as you want them.”

#lovebrush chronicles #lovebrush chronicles x reader #lovebrush x reader #lbc x reader #ayn alwyn #ayn alwyn x reader #ayn x reader #alkaid mcgrath #alkaid mcgrath x reader #alkaid x reader #lars rorschach #lars rorschach x reader #lars x reader #clarence clayden #clarence x reader #clarence clayden x reader

[tetheredfeathers]

My favourite post Mockingjay fics

@notafraidtodissapear since you asked 💕

One shots

making a blank page bloom: drabble collection by songbirdheart

A writer I have discovered recently, I cannot emphasize how much I love her writing. If an angel could write it would be her. This fic is sweet and short. Katniss sings her poem to Peeta.

eden by songbirdheart

Another one by the same author. Can you tell how obsessed I am?!!? Dw you'll understand her genius when you read it. A poem about everlark growing back together.

What's In A Name? by Joshs_left_earlobe

Everlark's first fight, lots of fluff and angst.

Fighting the Rain by starsmahogany (Jodalyn)

Cute fluffy fic of Peeta taking care of Katniss after she comes homes soaked from the rain.

The Unexpected Message by Diana_Flynn

Years after the war has ended Katniss has a fight with Peeta, but she finds an a gift that changes her perspective.

Multi chapter fics.

Baby Steps by Ronja

Growing back together/pregnancy fic, goes back and forth between her pregnancy and their initial growing back post war. Delves into some of the political aspects of Panem, and Katniss and Peeta's involvement. Enjoyed reading this alot.

When the Red X is on the Door By: MADAM BETH

A growing back that fixates more on Peeta's episodes, very realistic and perfect characterization. Timeline goes back and forth from initial post war to their with children. Loved this, it's also 57 chapters so might as well think of it as the 4th missing book.

Growing New Wings By: SkyLark89

Very accurate to the book, I always come back to this fic after my rereads. They rewatch the games to help Peeta's memory and work on the book. Starts off after Peeta's arrival and ends with "real".

A Little Drop of Hope By: Chinchilla17

In Peeta's pov, most growing back fics are in Katniss' pov so it was quite interesting to be in Peeta's mind after the hijacking.

The List orphan_account by silvercistern

This one is a must read, I'm sure everyone has heard of this one. Like if Collins were to write another book it would be this one.

Back to Twelve igsygrace

Another popular one, by the same author who wrote Peeta's games. I don't even need to tell you how good this. I will admit though I had some mixed feelings about the ending, because the author makes them go through another war. I'm not really sure if it's war tbh, but someone is trying to overthrow the government typa shit..

I have a problem with canon divergence so I didn't read the final chapter. idk why canon divergence just feels so wrong to me. But if you do like canon divergence this one could be really good. Anyway it's only the last chapter that is like that, the rest are all regular growing back material.

Synchronicity by ashyblondwaves

A collection of one shots and stories examining Katniss and Peeta's relationship post-Mockingjay. Peeta's POV. Pretty long but I really liked it. There's something about the writing that drew me to it. The problem is I have read a lot of these along time ago so I can't remember the exacts reasons any of these fics stuck out to me, I just remember they did.

Worse Games to Play By: Belmione

How Katniss finally decides to have children. Read a long time ago, but it's really sweet.

#the hunger games #everlark #the hunger games katniss #the hunger games peeta #thg fanfiction #thglibrary masterlist #thg series #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #everlark fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 writer #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #katniss x peeta #katniss and peeta #thg katniss #peeta supremacy #thg peeta #ao3fic #ao3 #ao3 link

[doomedlemur]

Crowley does not have memory loss.

I very disagree with the Crowley has memory loss from the Fall theory, and I want to enumerate my points.

"He doesn't remember Furfur or Saraqael!" you say. Do you remember everyone you went to high school* with, everyone you ever did group projects with? *or elementary school if you're under 20 He probably worked with a lot of different angels on nebulae, and fought alongside a lot of different demons-to-be in the war. Look at the scene we saw with Aziraphale. You just know she wasn't paying attention to what Aziraphale said his name was and was going to have to ask when they met again. Angel!Crowley has got ADHD hyperfixations and the people around him aren't as interesting. Barely worth acknowledging. Meanwhile, he himself is quite memorable to others. (Not to mention highly-ranked in heaven's hierarchy.) What did Furfur say? "You used to jump on me back, little monkey in the waistcoat." Who's the more memorable being in that encounter? The (literal?) monkey hopping around jumping on people or whatever poor sod he's hopping on? As someone who stood out in school as a weirdo, I myself have more than once had someone hit me up on Facebook years later acting like we'd been friendly in school, and experienced that exact "??? Who are you?"

He remembers creating gravity. Vaguely, you say? Sure, but it was a long time ago. While all told Crowley and Aziraphale have excellent memories, they are not perfect. See them not able to recall who was responsible for the Reign of Terror only ~200 years ago.

"I helped make that nebula" he also recalls.

Crowley easily recognized the Metatron saying he'd last seen him as a floating head. As an angel with a lot of questions for God, he would have talked to the Metatron all the time before the Fall.

Reiterating above point, in Uz, they remember trying to get through to God to ask their questions.

He knows how to sneak into heaven and remembers his passwords.

He remembers going into battle.

He remembers frightening the cherubs with the threat of Extreme Sanctions.

In Eden, Aziraphale didn't know what name they were going by, so had to ask, but note that Crowley neither asked Aziraphale's name nor did Aziraphale introduce himself. "We've been talking for millions of years," he told Maggie and Nina. Perhaps he was being hyperbolic, but perhaps not. Before "the Beginning" when the Earth itself was created there was an untold amount of time where the angels were all getting things ready and then warring amongst themselves. I think it's clear that one scene we saw was not their only encounter before the Fall, and Crowley remembers his prior acquaintance with Aziraphale. Mightn't he have had some hesitation in approaching the Guardian of the Eastern Gate if he didn't already know him? But no, he slithers right up that wall and starts a conversation with a tone of familiarity.

Again, in Uz, they both acknowledge how they knew each other in heaven.

And finally, if you're thinking of Neil Gaiman saying how Crowley is an unreliable narrator regarding the circumstances of his Fall, everything he says that seems contradictory can be just as easily explained by lies, denial, rationalizations, equivocations, half-truths, etc. At no point does he say he doesn't remember falling or even why it happened. He just laments the injustice of it.

#let me know if I missed any arguments and I will rebuke them #for real though why aren't more people talking about how he was a monkey? #good omens #good omens meta #good omens analysis #crowley #anthony j crowley #crowley analysis #good omens 2

[thedemonknownasbilly]

So sorry for sending another thing in but I have this idea For Crowley x reader hcs

Have you seen those nebula/space themed light projectors before? (If not I can send pics in)

But I was thinking- maybe reader knows that Crowley isn't able to enjoy the stars anymore (bc of his snake-eyes)- so as a surprise, they set up the bedroom to be super comfortable and bring Crowley in, telling him to close his eyes. They turn off the lights, turn on the projector, and show Crowley.

It's not the same, but hopefully it would be something.

I apologize if this doesn't make any sense. I'm typing this pretty fast.

Also, I just finished Eden and Human and. Billy. Billy you hurt me in the best ways.

-🐝

Never Shine as Bright as Your Eyes - Crowley x GN!Reader

Darlin’ you had me at galaxy projectors. I have one. I’m impossible to drag out of the planetarium. I cried when I realized Dallas didn’t have one.

I will happily write (ex)Star Maker!Crowley any day of the week.

Aziraphale was the one who told you more about Crowley and his past, how they met those millennia ago, how Crowley literally hung the stars.

It certainly made sense, you had spent countless nights at his flat, noticing how his office contained numerous books on space and how there were a few small posters, specifically of Alpha Centauri and the Pillars of Creation. You understood why your beloved demon didn’t want to talk about it, after all he was cast aside from his work, told to never touch or make a star again. It must be painful. You were left to wonder what he thought of the humans mistaking his art as destroyed, only for a few years later for them to announce their error. Did he know the Pillars still stood or was he devastated and mourning?

A question you opted to never ask, not wanting to risk bringing up painful memories, but for now, you giggled endlessly as you opened the small box on the bed, pulling out exactly what you hoped would help Crowley.

Crowley was nothing short of a wonderful partner, showering you in gifts, insisting he pay for everything, making sure you never went a day without at least five “I love you”s, and at last you could return the favor for him, at last you could give him as much happiness as he gave you, and you couldn’t help yourself when you heard the hum of the Bentley pulling into the drive, rushing out to the car and into his arms as he stood.

“This is a lovely welcome home,” he smiled, kissing you sweetly, his arm draping around your waist, he hadn’t even had time to close the car door yet.

“I have a surprise for you,” you blurted out, smile ever growing as he raised an eyebrow, his own grin never falling.

“Oh, really, Pet?” He chucked at your enthusiastic nod, “must be something really special if you’re so excited, tell me what have you done?”

“Close your eyes, please my darling?” He carefully stepped you both out of the way so he could close the car door before nodded and closing his eyes, holding your hands so you could guide him. “No peeking.” You laughed, hardly hearing his resort as you guided him into and through the flat, the plants abruptly standing tall and green as you two passed them. Carefully having him sit down on the bed, you kissed his forehead before having him let go so you could close the door and switch the projector on, the blinds already drawn in.

You couldn’t help to let out a little gasp at the bright galaxy that now filled your room. “Okay, open.” Your heart was pounding, a little scared he’d be upset, but his gasp and wide eyes said everything opposite. You watched as he carefully stood up, spinning slowly in the room as he took it all into view.

“I haven’t… oh, it’s all right, all perfect.” He murmured, walking over to a particular cluster of stars, “these were made that day I met Aziraphale, he helped me. Held the scroll for me.”

“And these were the first ones, ever. Let there be light. That was these.”

“And these…” you sat on the bed, watching as your demon smiled ever so big, rambling on happily about his different creations.

“Thank you,” he said, looking at you with tears of joy in his eyes, “you have no idea how much this all means to me… thank you.” And with that he pulled you up and pressed his lips to yours, only five thousand or so light years away, a new nebula was born.

Once the star maker, always the star maker.

#tdkab #thedemonknownasbilly #good omens #crowley #anthony j crowley #crowley x you #crowley x reader #gn!reader #gn reader #anonymous #🐝 anon #anon ask #reqs open

[louloulemons-posts]

The Criminal And The Princess III

Grumpy!College!Eddie X Sunshine!Skater!Reader

Summary : the nights in full swing, but what happens when billy hargrove messes with eden when eddies around?

Word Count : 1.4k

Warnings : billy hargrove, assault, there’s a fight, swearing, billy’s a prick, apart from that it’s pretty fluffy.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Eddie and his bands set was incredible, all of us were cheering loudly. They played a couple of their own songs and the some covers. Metallica of course, Black Sabbath and even some Led Zeppelin.

Eddie came over to us, a huge grin on his face, Steve pulled him into a hug. “You were great man!” Eddie laughed, loudly, squeezing Steve’s shoulder as he pulled away.

“Thanks man, thank you all for coming!”

“Of course, I was excited to see you play outside of class!” Robin said.

“You know each other?” I asked Robin. The girl nodded, “Yeah he’s in music with me and Vickie.”

I hummed, nodding my head. Eddie was chatting away with Steve, when his band mates came over. “Guys these are my friends Steve and Robin, and this is Nancy, Jonathan, Vickie and Argyle.”

His brown eyes met mine, “And this is Eden.”

“Oh Eden?” One of the boys cocked a brow at him, throwing a smirk at him too. “Yeah,” Eddie said, elbowing him, “This is Gareth, Jeff and Doug,” he spoke, motioning to each.

Greetings were exchanged, “Let’s get another round in, Herrington give me a hand,” The curly haired boy spoke, heading to the bar.

“I’ll go give them a hand,” I told Robin, following after the two boys. “I’m here to help,” I smiled at Steve.

“What are you having?” Eddie asked me.

“Vodka lemonade please, I’ll pay you back for it,” I spoke. Shaking his head, he brushed me off, “No need, playing bands and friends get free drinks.”

“Friends?” I smiled.

“As soon as you spoke about Metallica we became friends Princess.” My skin was covered in goosebumps at the pet name, I couldn’t meet his gaze as my cheeks flushed.

“Okay these are Vickie, Robins and Nancys,” Steve said, passing me three drinks, “You good with those?” I hummed, nodding my head as a yes, and began walking over to group.

“Bennett, how you doing Sweetheart?” a slimy voice said from behind me. “Billy,” I said, and continued walking. “Oh come on, stay and drink with me.”

“I’m with friends,” I tried as hard as I could to get away, but I hand on my waist. “Come on, why are you still playing hard to get? You know it’s gonna be me and you in the end, star hockey player and ice skating queen.”

“I’d say Harrington was the star hockey player.” He was stunned silent, a couple of his friends sniggered behind him, but Billy made them shut up with glare.

“Come on Sweetheart, join us.”

“I said no Billy.” Without a second to react, the blonde boy grabbed me, yanking me towards him. The glasses that were in my hand dropped, smashing on the floor, causing a cheer to go through the room.

Billy pulled me to his chest, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. “Billy let go,” I said, trying to tug away. “You’ve been playing with me for too long, so we’re gonna have a drink and then we’re gonna go home together.”

“No we’re not!” I shoved his chest.

“You little- why can’t you just do as you’re told?” he snapped, yanking me back.

“Let her go Hargrove,” I felt another arm pull me close, “Or what Munson?”

“You don’t want to know.” It was Eddies arm around me, he gently pulled me behind him to shield me. “Oh fuck off you freak! She’s mine.”

“Well she said no.”

“So what?” With that Eddies first smacked into Billy’s face. “Eddie!” I shouted. With a sadistic grin, Billy grabbed Eddie, yanking him forward and smashed his head to his own.

The pair threw punches at one another not stopping, even when Steve stepped in, he was pushed away. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Y-yeah I’m fine.”

“COPS!” some yelled. With that Eddie shoved Billy over and grabbed my hand pulling me from the bar. “What the fuck? Eddie where are we going!?”

“Just keep up will you!”

Our feet slammed against the floor as we ran, Eddie letting out wild laughter. “You’re crazy,” I chuckled, out of breath.

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

Finally we came to a stop, both breathing heavily. “Are you okay?” Eddie asked, turning to face me. “Yeah I’m fine, you didn’t have to do that.”

“Of course I did, you’re my friend, right?”

“Right.” Eddie squeezed my hand, I hadn’t even noticed he was still holding it. Letting go, he smiled at me. “Do you like milkshakes?” he asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“If we carry on down here, we’ll be at Benny’s diner, want one?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

Motioning at me to walk, we went on our way side by side. “Are you going to be in trouble?” I asked.

“Probably but it’s fine, wouldn’t be the first time.”

I cocked a brow at him, “Uh, petty crimes.”

“Ah I see.” Bumping his shoulder against mine, he smiled, “What about you?”

“What a criminal record?”

“Yeah.”

With a grin I shook my head, “Nah, don’t have the time.”

“Oh yeah, ice princess.” I laughed at that, “Something like that.”

“When did you start skating?” he asked.

“When I was 4, my mom used to skate so. When did you start doing music?”

“About the same as you, my mom played guitar.”

I hummed, “She must be proud, you’re great.”

“I hope she would be.” Oh. You know that saying. “Yeah, I hope my mom would be proud too.”

“When did she pass?”

“I was 12.”

“I was 10.” I hummed, “We have more in common than I thought.”

“What for a criminal and a princess?”

“Something like that.”

“Oh we’re here.” There was Benny’s diner, proper 50s all american movie looking. Red booths lined the walls, with road signs and wheel covers. “Woah, it’s cool in here.”

“Right.”

Leading me to a booth, I slid in, feeling the cool leather beneath my legs. “So what shake you feeling?”

“Strawberry.”

“Good choice, I’m more of a Chocolate shake guy myself.”

“Munson,” a gruff voice said, making me look up and away from Eddie. “Benny, how are you man?”

“Good, you keeping out of trouble?” The man, Benny, asked. “Trying too,” Eddie flashed a cheesy grin.

“That’s what I like to hear, and who’s this?”

“Benny, this is Eden. Eden, Benny is the owner of this fine establishment.”

“Eden? You’re Ethans daughter?” I nodded my head at the man.

With a hum, he faced Eddie,”You know what sucking up gets you Munson?”

“Two free shakes? One Strawberry, one chocolate?” With a deep laugh, Benny nodded, walking away. “Damn Munson, you really have a way with people.”

“I know,” he smirked, resting his face on his hands.

I couldn’t help but smile at the boy. “I’m sorry I haven’t text you yet.”

“Oh it’s okay, first week back after summer is always crazy for everyone.”

“Well I’m free Sunday?”

“Yeah, Sundays good. Speaking of texts, I should let the girls know where I am.”

“Go for it.”

Pulling out my phone I saw the groupchat consisting of me, Nancy and Robin was going off.

🤍🔮���The Girls ✨🔮🤍

E, Nance, Robs

Robs : E where did you go?

Nance : steve said there was a fight?? There were cops ????

Robs : are you okay????

Nance : steve said hargrove grabbed you so eddie hit him???!??!?

E : Hey! sorry i’m okay, im with eddie don’t worry!

Nance : thank god! Do you need us to come get you??

E : no i’m okay! you can head home, sorry i ruined the night!

Robs : you didn’t hargrove is a pig

“One Chocolate shake for you, and one strawberry shake for the lady,” Benny said, smiling at us. “Thank you.”

“Thanks Benny.”

E : i gotta go, i’ll text you when im on the way home love youuuuu 🫶🏻🫶🏻

“All good?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah they just wanted to know where I was.”

“With your knight in shining armour princess.”

“Ah yes, sir Munson thank you for saving me from that foul beast,” I played along.

“You’re not like what I thought,” he smiled, tilting his head. “Neither are you.”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

“I’m sorry I couldn’t drive you, my vans at The Hideout and if the cops are there,” he pulled a face, which made me laugh. “It’s fine, thank you for walking me home.”

“Well of course, knights much protect their princess.”

“I’m sorry again for getting you in trouble.”

“You didn’t. So stop apologising. I’ll um .. I’ll see you Sunday?”

“Yeah, 3pm at the library?”

“Sounds great, if anything changes I’ll text you.” I hummed. “Well Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Eddie.”

“Goodnight Princess.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

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[boylikeanangel]

can you please share a bit more of your thoughts on the spoilers? i haven't seen them anywhere and it would be nice to know them coming from you

hiii tumblr mobile does not give timestamps for asks so idk if this is in regard to the spoilers from the interviews or the screenings but all my thoughts are kinda connected to both so SPOILER WARNING FOR THE FIRST TWO EPISODES OF SEASON 2 UNDER THE CUT LALALALA

I don't even know where to start like. I have been in a state of shock all day because literally everything my friends and I speculated about is real. literally all of it. all of our wildest theories about aziraphale and crowley's first meeting were confirmed by the fans who saw the screening. I have never won this fucking hard and ive won AT GOOD OMENS OF ALL THINGS. 2022 me would be laughing. june 2023 me would be laughing. two days ago me would be LAUGHING. I genuinely think this may be one of the best seasons of tv ever guys

like. do you understand. how much this changes. how our understanding of crowley and aziraphale's dynamic throughout time has been totally flipped on its head. aziraphale approached crowley first. crowley was the one who sheltered aziraphale with his wing. so eden was aziraphale returning the favour. DO YOU UNDERSTAND. AZIRAPHALE FELL FIRST. HE DIDNT TAKE SIX THOUSAND YEARS TO CATCH UP. HE HASN'T BEEN CLUELESS THIS ENTIRE TIME. they've literally been connected this entire time, right from before sides or the concept of evil or hatred or enemies were even invented. of course they'd never buy into the whole "hereditary enemies" thing. AZIRAPHALE KNOWS HIM. HE KNOWS CROWLEY. HE'S ALWAYS KNOWN HIM.

and it doesn't even feel like a retcon. it doesn't feel like we need to ignore a bunch of stuff from season 1 to accept or enjoy the added content this season. it's literally just. more shit to help quantify the depth of their love for each other. their connection over countless millennia. I mean if you go back to the very first scene in season 1, aziraphale literally does a double take when crowley appears next to him. that's him realising who it is. he fucking recognised crowley and freaked out for a second. that's why he didn't hear what crowley said!!! he was processing!!!! AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON HOW MUCH MORE SHIT FROM SEASON 1 HURTS NOW. AZIRAPHALE PLEADING WITH CROWLEY BECAUSE HE WAS AN ANGEL, ONCE. CROWLEY WANTING TO TAKE AZIRAPHALE AND RUN AWAY TO LIVE IN A GALAXY THEY HELPED BUILD TOGETHER. AZIRAPHALE ALWAYS TELLING CROWLEY NOT TO QUESTION GOD AND BEING SO AFRAID TO DO THE SAME BECAUSE HE KNOWS THAT'S EXACTLY WHY CROWLEY FELL IN THE FIRST PLACE. it's not retconning its just making everything worse!!! azcrow is canon and everything is worse now!!!!!!

the biblical minisode. well. I cannot think about that without having to pace around my house like a person going into labour. I literally stress cleaned my entire house earlier to distract myself from thinking about it. crowley has always always ALWAYS protected aziraphale. always. literally the only reason aziraphale has never killed anything is because crowley has protected him from ever having to do that. crowley's dedication to preserving aziraphale's goodness and allowing him to be his own definition of angelic/holy is the greatest act of service he could bestow upon him and it makes me SICK because him pushing aziraphale to kill adam in 1x06 after all that shows just how desperate he was. both of them realising and understanding at the exact same time that the only person in the universe who really understands them or knows what they're going through is the other, the only person they can rely upon is the other, its just. we've been so wrong. about aziraphale. about the extent to which he knows how important crowley is to him. he's always known. he's just been so afraid. him being prepared to fall to keep doing what he believes is right is so fucking heartbreaking and weve done him such a disservice all these years for calling him naive and mocking him for being slow on the uptake. HE'S ALWAYS KNOWN. HE JUST COULDN'T DO ANYTHING WITH THAT KNOWLEDGE. AND THAT'S SO MUCH WORSE

basically I have never been more scared in my entire life because if they packed this much into the first two episodes and it was deemed tame enough to show ahead of release then what the fuck is in the next four. what are we getting ourselves in for . it's really dawning on me the scope of what this experience is going to be and I simply dont think im going to survive it. again I never expected any of this. this was my definitive "high hopes low expectations" season of tv and it's now it's shaping up to be one the best things I've probably ever seen in my life and. it's cognitive dissonance in its crystallised form. how did we fucking get here.

AND GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY??????? PLAYING IN CROWLEY'S CAR AS HE GOES TO MAKE UP WITH AZIRAPHALE?????? SAY SIKE RIGHT NOW THIS ISN'T FUNNY

in conclusion

#GOODNIGHT. #good omens #good omens spoilers #meta tag #ask

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 22]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

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You walked into KQ, fingers drumming against your coffee cup nervously. You felt like you couldn't sit or stand still. Even as you stood in the lift, your foot tapped against the floor impatiently. This was too much stress for you.

"Indi. You're going to turn blue. Breathe." Hongjoong said as he met you outside the lift. You had texted him, telling him you were feeling so nervous you felt like you were going to throw up.

"If they hate all my songs, they're going to cancel my contract." You whimpered. Just the thought made you dizzy.

"Stop that." Hongjoong scolded, fanning your face.

"Did you sleep at all?" Hongjoong asked.

"No... I couldn't sleep, thinking I should have sent in another song." You sighed. Hongjoong placed his hands on your shoulders, massaging them to try and help you relieve the tension.

"What would calm you down now? I would offer you a shot but you shouldn't drink now." Hongjoong tried to lighten the mood.

"You're terrible at comforting people." You wailed.

"I don't know how to do this! Seonghwa is the one that comforts the kids, not me." Hongjoong panicked, patting your back to soothe you. He led you to your studio first to at least put your bag down. You grabbed your laptop and iPad, sipping the remains of your coffee and grabbing an energy drink from the fridge.

"Umm, maybe you shouldn't..." Hongjoong gulped as he watched your empty two cans of energy drink into the empty cup where your coffee was previously.

"I need to keep awake and focused." You closed the cup and took a sip, cringing at the taste.

"I don't even like energy drinks." You groaned.

Today was the big producer meeting. You had submitted your tracks last week for the deliberation of the KQ executives. They will be discussing which songs made it into Ateez's next album.

"Are you sure you can't be there?" You asked. Both Mingi and Hongjoong couldn't go for the meeting because all the boys had a recording schedule.

"Haven't you done song evaluations before though?" Hongjoong asked from his seat on your couch.

"No... People usually come to me and tell me they want my song. Now it's the other way, I'm convincing them to use my songs. I don't know how I'm going to do that." You hung your head.

You didn't know why you were so nervous when you were usually nonchalant and calm about this. As much as you knew he would have brought comfort, you even told Mingi not to come over last night. You just needed to be on your own.

"It's out of your hands now. If they pick it, that's great. If not, we'll try next time. You're not getting fired." Hongjoong assured.

"Can you and Seonghwa be there when I'm done, please?" You requested. Of course you would want Mingi there but you didn't want to make it too obvious.

"We'll be back as soon as the schedule is over." Hongjoong held your hand. You nodded with a forced smile.

"I have to go now. Will you be okay?" Hongjoong tilted his head.

"Yeah. I'll see you later."

"Okay. Don't psych yourself out." Hongjoong wrapped an arm around you to give you a tight hug before leaving your studio. You ran your fingers through your hair and sat down in front of your desk.

"Indigo? You good? Hongjoong came and told me to check up on you." Eden poked his head in through the open door to your studio. You pulled your mask up and turned around to face him. That was when he saw the expression on your face and let out a laugh. He knew that nervous look all too well.

"Are you nervous? I can see it in your eyes." Eden asked.

"I've... never done this before. What if I suck?" You gulped. To that, Eden laughed again.

"If you suck, I wouldn't have convinced the bosses to bring you in to work with Ateez. It's okay to be nervous for your first album meeting." Eden chuckled, folding his arms.

"There have been times where they didn't like any songs we submitted and made us redo everything. It happens." He comforted.

"I'm usually collected with such situations. I don't know why I'm so nervous." You confessed.

"It's normal to feel that way. I'm sure they don't have such evaluation meetings underground, do they?" Eden smiled. You shook your head, sipping your energy drink.

"After the meeting, go home and head straight to bed. You need to sleep." He said. You nodded in agreement. Once this was over, you were going to sleep and hopefully have Mingi there with you. You had to admit you slept better with him around.

"Thank you, Eden." You looked up at him. In that moment, Eden saw you as just a kid, not the mysteriously aloof underground Producer Indigo.

"Don't mention it. I'll come get you later so we can go for the meeting together." He patted your head.

While waiting for the time of the meeting to come, you decided to work on your OST project. Hongjoong had given you some great tips and Maddox had also given some input and advice.

'Prod Indigo: You have 1 pending chat'

Since you weren't too busy, you decided to click on the chat. This was an online chat where people usually got in touch with you.

'Is this really Prod. Indigo? - Anon'

'Yes. Profile is verified. - Prod. Indigo'

*User has changed their username*

'Hi, Indigo. It's Pdogg from Big Hit Entertainment. It's nice to meet you. - Pdogg'

'Likewise, you've brought a lot of recognition to the producing scene for the work you do with BTS so it's an honour. What can I do for you? - Prod. Indigo'

Pdogg was known everywhere as BTS' producer. He was probably the highest paid producer in the country, gaining a lot of recognition for his hits with the globally famous group. While you didn't know much about BTS, being in the producing scene, you definitely knew of Pdogg's work and the other Big Hit and HYBE producers.

'You're very talented and we have a spot open on the producing team here at Big Hit. I'm basically reaching out to ask if you would like to join us here. - Pdogg'

'I understand you like your identity to remain anonymous. We will do anything to ensure your identity remains hidden. - Pdogg'

'Wow. I expected the proposal of a collaboration. Not the offer of a job. - Prod. Indigo'

'Hahaha, we like your work and think you would be a great addition to the team. Now that you've started working with more Kpop groups, we thought it would be a good time to reach out. - Pdogg'

'Thank you for the offer. I'll definitely consider it. - Prod. Indigo'

'I understand you're currently on a freelance contract with KQ, right? You're working with Ateez. - Pdogg'

'Yes, I'm working with Edenary on their comeback. I'm surprised, I guess news does travel with producers. - Prod. Indigo'

'Alright, let's talk again when your contract is up. We'll keep the spot open for you so no rush. Or if you'd like to join us now, I've cleared it with the higher ups and HYBE Labels is willing to pay the severence fee to KQ. - Pdogg'

'Thank you for the offer but I will be staying with KQ, at least until my contract here is up. I won't go back on my word. But we'll be in contact again. - Prod. Indigo'

'Great. Speak to you soon! - Pdogg'

'Have a nice day. - Prod. Indigo'

Closing the chatroom, you let out a sigh. You knew deep down that this was a big opportunity for you.

"They've worked hard for me to just leave like that." You looked over to the group picture of you and Ateez on your desk, taken during song camp.

For now, you were just going to keep this to yourself. It didn't involve anyone else except you since the offer was for after your contract with KQ finishes. But the idea of being signed to a company 'permanently' was daunting. You pushed the thought aside and continued working on your OST project.

RINGGGGGG

"Hello? Mings?" You answered, putting the phone on speaker.

"Hey. I heard from Hongjoong hyung that you were really nervous about the meeting so I wanted to call and ask if you were doing okay since I couldn't see you last night."

"Honestly just hearing your voice now is making me feel so much better. I should have asked you over last night." You said.

"You'll be fine, okay? Trust me. Breathe, calm yourself down. I'm there with you."

"I really hope they pick the group song. You guys worked so hard on it and I just want them to give it a chance." You sighed.

"That's what we want too. But we know that the decision isn't up to us. If they don't pick it, it won't be your fault. We understand that there are a multitide of reasons."

"I should have come over last night... Made sure you at least got a few hours of sleep."

"No, Mings. It's not your fault, I wouldn't have been able to sleep at all. But can I see you after your schedule? If it's bad news, I might need you comfort me. If it's good news, I need you to celebrate with me." You requested.

"Of course. I'll see you later today then. Good luck."

"Thank you. You too, be safe while you're recording." You smiled softly at the phone before he hung up. Now that made you feel slightly better.

"Indigo? Ready to go?" Eden came.

"Yeah." You saved your work before you packed up what you needed and left with Eden.

"The last time I was here. I was signing a contract with you. Today, I feel like my contract is going to be dissolved." You tried to make a joke but it somehow made you feel worse.

"They aren't going to dissolve your contract. Calm down, you're only scaring yourself at this point." Eden chuckled.

"Ready?" He asked, putting a hand on the door handle. You took a deep breath and nodded, putting your best game face on to hide your nerves.

"Good morning." You and Eden greeted the executives as you entered. While waiting for the other Edenary members to come in, you opened your laptop and got your iPad ready to take any notes that you might need.

"So Indigo, how has it been working with Edenary and the Ateez members?" The CEO, Kim Kyuwook, asked.

"They've all been great, all very hard workers. I've learnt a lot from working with them, both the producing team and the Ateez members themselves." You replied.

"Glad to hear. They're good boys, all 8 of them, with great potential." Kyuwook smiled.

"I agree." You said stiffly.

"I hear you've been doing great work with them. I'm happy to hear that." He wouldn't be so happy to know you've been in an unsaid courtship with one of the members. You gulped at the thought.

"Sorry, we're here. Let's begin." The last members of Edenary entered the room and the executives turned to CEO to start the meeting. He began to recap the main concepts that was discussed with Eden the last time they met. Eden had conveyed all of this to the team, including Hongjoong and Mingi.

"This is our marketing executive." The CEO introduced and sat back down in his seat.

"So we've received and thoroughly reviewed all the songs that have been submitted last week." The marketing executive stood up to speak, taking over from the CEO.

"These are the songs we have picked. The star indicates the title song and the rest will be the b-side songs." He explained.

Seonghwa and Hongjoong were waiting outside the conference room for you. They were in their plain clothes but didn't bother to remove their make up.

"Thank you for your time."

"Looking forward to see your work."

The two straightened up when they noticed all the producers bowing and exchanging niceties with the executives as they exited the meeting room. But Hongjoong and Seonghwa didn't approach, remaining unseen by their bosses.

"Indi." Hongjoong called out to you. You looked up, your face void of any emotion. Seonghwa cast Hongjoong a worried glance.

"Let's go to my studio." You spoke. The two nodded and walked with you to your studio.

"It's okay-" Seonghwa was ready to comfort you when you fell against him, your legs giving out from the rollercoaster of emotions you've been experiencing the entire day.

"They liked it..." You said softly.

"What?" Hongjoong couldn't hear.

"They loved it. The group song from song camp, everything. They want it to be the secondary track for promotion." You looked up at Seonghwa and Hongjoong.

"They really liked it? That's great news, princess." Seonghwa stroked your head while Hongjoong cheered and jumped excitedly.

"I'm so happy. It's all thanks to you guys, your hard work and dedication. The CEO loved it and knew the fans would appreciate it. And they want my other song to be the title song. So 2 songs out of 3 got picked." You added. Hongjoong and Seonghwa both hugged you like proud parents.

"You did it! We knew you could do it." Hongjoong grinned.

"We're so proud of you." Seonghwa kissed your forehead. Hongjoong took his phone out to call the others.

"Indigo did it! Our group song is going to be in our next album! And our title track was also one of the songs that we submitted." He said into the phone.

"They liked our song?!"

"Woooo!!!"

"Knew you could do it, Indigo!"

You heard cheers of happiness and congratulations through the chaos on the other end of the call.

"Thank you. Everything aside, I'm just really so happy they liked to group produced song. You guys worked so hard while we were at song camp to produce that song, that's why they could feel your dedication." You said.

"We have to celebrate this win! For our track and for Indigo's own track being chosen as the title track." Seonghwa suggested, earning cheers of approval.

"Yeah! Let's have Korean beef! Hongjoong hyung's treat."

"Yah, Choi Jongho. You're very good at giving out money that isn't yours." Hongjoong scolded the maknae.

"Hyung, you have to show your support and love. Even if you don't play into the family thing, you said she's practically the little sister you never had."

"I'll do that but that doesn't mean I have to pay for you guys too. She's the one that got the achievement." Hongjoong scowled.

"But we're a family, hyung."

"I'm hanging up." Hongjoong didn't even let them protest before he hung up on them, putting the phone in his back pocket. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you didn't need to check to know who the text was from. Thankfully Seonghwa and Hongjoong didn't hear. You knew Mingi was texting you.

"Your hardwork paid off. See? I told you they won't dissolve your contract or fire you." Hongjoong patted your head, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"Fire you? Yah, Indigo ah... You seriously scare yourself too much." Seonghwa clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"I'm grateful I have the two of you here with me. I don't have parents but who cares when I have the two of you who always encourage me. Thank you." You wrapped your arms around them to hug them.

"We're glad we can support you and give you the confidence you need." Seonghwa smiled.

"Okay! Time for you to go home and sleep. We will celebrate tomorrow or this weekend." Hongjoong said.

"You really didn't sleep last night?" Seonghwa's eyes widened.

"Why are you still surprised?" Hongjoong scoffed but he meant it more as a disapproving scoff to you. Seonghwa shook his head with a small frown while you shrunk back.

"We're supposed to be celebrating! Not focusing on my bad working habits." You squeaked. However, you did pack up your bag and the two made sure that their manager sent you straight home before they went back to the dorm.

'Hwa and Joong sent me home. I'm going to sleep for a bit. You can let yourself in if I'm not awake. - Indigo'

'Alright. Sleep tight. - Mings'

You threw your work back in your studio before going to take a shower. As you stood under the running water, you couldn't help but the soft smile on your face.

"We did it." You said to yourself, letting a sigh of relief. All the hard work and stress paid off.

You were happy to be able to prove yourself since this was technically your first project 'above ground' and working with an actual company, not through a ghost serve like usual.

"Haneul!" You were drying your hair when you called Haneul.

"Unnie! Did you win?" She asked. When you told Haneul you had an important work thing, she could only liken it to a competition.

"I guess you can say that." You chuckled. As much as you tried to explain to her that it wasn't a win/lose type of competition, she still didn't really understand it. But she was so adorable in cheering you on to 'win' and 'get first place' that you didn't bother correcting her anymore and let her be.

"Yay! Unnie is the best!"

"I was only able to win because I had you cheering me on. We'll celebrate when I go meet you this weekend, okay? Eat delicious food and play." You melted.

"Okay! Will the oppas be there too?" She asked excitedly. Now Haneul wanted to involve Ateez in all your plans.

"If they aren't working. No promises on that." You replied. She hummed in acknowledgement.

After speaking with Haneul, you went to sleep. The previous night of not sleeping and the nights before that of broken sleep finally caught up to you. When you woke up, it was past 8pm.

"Is Mingi not here yet?" You rubbed your eye, checking your phone. But there was no text or call from him.

"Mings? Are you here?" You turned on the living room lights. Your eyes widened as you froze, seeing your living room all decorated. There were balloons and a cake on the coffee table. Soft hip hop music played in the background.

"Mingi? Where are you? What is this...?" You went up to the cake to read the writing.

'Will you be my girlfriend?'

Someone cleared their throat and you whipped your head around to see Mingi standing by the kitchen with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He pushed up the glasses that was slipping down his nose.

"Mings..." You were speechless.

"I know I said I would wait for you to talk about us. But I felt that I should at least properly ask you out first." Mingi said.

"I see... Wow, this is definitely a surprise. I was so deep in sleep I didn't even know you came in and did all this." You gestured to the decorations in the living room. Mingi rubbed the back of his neck.

"I was careful to be quiet and not wake you. Do you like it?" He asked. You nodded in confirmation.

"You don't have to say yes or no right now if you're not ready to talk about it. I just wanted to ask you in case you thought I wasn't serious or anything." Mingi rambled nervously. You laughed, stepping up to him to receive his flowers. You were grateful that Mingi patiently waited for you.

"Thank you for waiting. And yes, I'll be your girlfriend." You giggled. Mingi broke into a big grin, wrapping his arms around you to lift you up. You squealed as he spun you around excitedly.

"I can finally call you mine." Mingi put his hands on your cheeks and pressed his lips against yours.

~

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The Eden Club-Deleted Scene

So remember when I said the plot of The Eden Club changed 12 times?

Well it did, haha and I had to delete whole scenes I don't think will end up back in the story. So I decided y'all get the deleted scenes just for following me :3 here's one of them 😈

Tags: Convin, sex worker Connor post revolution, enemies to lovers to friends, bdsm elements, Dom Connor, Sub Gavin

The Eden Club-Convin deleted scene

“Please sir…” Gavin begs, he’s been on edge for hours, and his cock aches under the hard toe of Connor’s shoe. 

“No,” the android growls, and Gavin whines knowing it means he has to wait longer until he can get what he wants. 

“No?” he repeats, begging for guidance, “Please- Sir, tell me, tell me what you want…”

“Don't call me that.”

Gavin feels like he's losing his mind. His core is throbbing, begging, screaming for release. He hasn't been broken like this in so long his body has been crying out for it. And he’s close, so close, to getting it, he’s just not there yet. But he wants to be, he wants more than anything to be good. To follow instructions and be rewarded for it. He takes an unsteady breath, keeping his head lowered as he asks, 

“What do you want me to call you?”

Connor presses the rubbered end of the flogger under Gavin’s chin, helping him look up slowly until their eyes met. Gavin is frozen there, held in place by piercing, ordering eyes. His cock throbs again underfoot. 

“I want you to call me by my name.”

Gavin’s shoulders lower and he shudders, eyes slamming closed in submission as pleasure plummets through his body and his cock twitches hard under rough plastic. 

“Connor please, please, let me cum.”  

Connor hums, pleased in his throat and Gavin feels a tension in his chest he didn't know he was holding loosen. 

Connor was proud, he did good. 

“You don't deserve it,” Connor teases, but his voice is light when he says it. 

Gavin agrees. 

“I know.” 

“Are you sorry?” He asks, and Gavin’s never been more sorry for anything in his entire life. 

“Sorry it doesn't fix it…” he says, because sorry hasn’t ever fixed anything for him. Not really. 

“It does for me, so i'd appreciate it if you changed your attitude. If you want to cum still that is. If you’ve changed your mind though-” 

“NO!” Gavin’s eyes snap up to meet Connor’s, searching his for something, some hint he was lying, just waiting for the moment for Gavin to show his belly before he struck. But Gavin didn't find any of that there. Instead he found what might even be the stupid fucking android equivalent of a soul in those suddenly innocent looking eyes. 

Tears are blurring his vision before he can look another moment, and the words are spilling out of his mouth on instinct. “Connor, I'm so phcking sorry.”

He watches how the comment effects the android, how it bleeds into every circuit and brings a stupidly pleased smile to his face that is 100% Connor and not the killing machine Cyberlife intended him to be. 

“Thank you Gavin. I'm going to let you cum now, do you know why?”

He looks back at the android with watery eyes, 

“No, actually... You just said I don't deserve it…”

“You didn’t, originally. But I’ve changed my mind based on your good behavior. So answer me, sweetheart, why am I going to let you cum?” 

The soft pet name after such a long, degrading, painful session has his emotions welling up at the surface and spilling over. He knows he's going to need a good fucking cry after this. Like a break down and ugly cry kind of cry. The android has somehow managed to tap into a space Gavin didn't even know he was letting him access until now. 

“I don’t know…”

“Yes you do baby.”

Connor’s hand replaces the flogger under his chin and Gavin sniffles. 

“Because you are merciful?”

Connor smiles, pride radiating out of every synthetic pore. 

“Yes, I am. And why is that Gavin?” 

Breath hitches, tears streaming, hips aching against Connors shoe. He doesn’t know. He doesn't want to be wrong…

“Because I am proud of you.” Connor finishes before finally, finally removing his foot. The sound that tears its way free of Gavin’s throat is nothing short of feral. His orgasm takes over his entire body, his hips hump automatically into frictionless air, chasing pleasure as it shoots out his tip and coats his chest, neck, stomach, cock, and the floor. 

Connor could watch this on repeat forever, it invoked the same low burning stimulation that watching his first porn star did so many weeks ago. Gavin is completely overwhelmed with pleasure, an experience that seems rare in humans. He’s absolutely breathtaking to behold. He his body stops twitching, he tells Gavin that. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Gavin pants, chest still panting through the after shocks.

“What was that babe?” Connor teased, with just a hint of his previous Dom tone that he’s now learning Gavin responds to after sex as well.  

“I’m not beautiful.” he mutters, pushing his hair out of his eyes.  

“You are, And you can't see what I’m seeing so you don't speak for me. You’re absolutely gorgeous. I wish I could preserve the moment of your climax forever.”

Gavin’s face flushes bright red. 

“Can’t you already do that?”

“Yes.”

Gavin rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you Gavin.”

Yes he would, everyone always lies to you. No one wants you anymore Gavin. Why do you think you’re here?

Gavin shakes his head before the bad thoughts can get their hooks into his frontal lobe. 

“What the hell are you even talking about, yes you would, you have! And besides you don't need to blow smoke up my ass, we both already got off.”

“I’m not blowing smoke up your ass, I was simply attempting to transition into aftercare.”

That makes Gavin laugh. 

“Aftercare? What did Kamski make you read 50 Shades Of Grey?”

Connor took a minute to respond as he was probably googling what 50 shades of grey was, Gavin used the time to begin to locate his clothes. Oh, well after he got the feeling in his legs back. 

“No, I don't believe 50 shades of grey does a good enough job of describing BDSM elements and relationships as a whole. Nor does it show healthy examples of consent. While there are ‘contracts and labels’ in common, you are free to leave at any point. I would even give you your money back if you wanted. If you’re not enjoying something, I would expect you to tell me, and the same applies to me.” 

Gavin turns around and looks at Connor. Really looks at him. For a long fucking time. 

“Who the phck are you?”  

Connor smirks.  

“Detective Reed, My name is Connor, I’m an RK800 android prototype attempting to pass for human. How am I doing?”

“Frighteningly well.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Perhaps I can I get you that coffee now?”

“T-The coffee from 10 months ago??”

“11 months, two weeks, and 5 days. But, yes Detective, that one” Connor sasses.

Gavin hates the visible shiver it causes him. 

“Fine, phck it, sure, there a phcking food menu too?”

“Actually, yes.”

“Shit, this place really did get better…”

Connor is quiet for half a beat, before asking, 

“So you have been here before?”

“What? Yeah, of course I’ve been here, I'm human aren’t I?”

Connor pulls up the menu screen and adds Gavin’s coffee before opening the folder for food. 

“The first time you came here, and stayed with me, specifically, I asked you if you’ve had sex with an android, you said no.”

Gavin ignores him for the menu, which was over 30 pages long. What did they merge with Cheesecake factory?

“That wasn’t the question you asked.”

“Why are you deflecting Detective?”

Gavin’s eyes glance up from the menu screen, eyes narrowing suspiciously. He felt like he was being interrogated, but lightly? Almost like he was being teased, but also the man was genuinely curious. Fine, time to see how good his skills were. 

“I’m not deleflecting, it's not the same question!” He chuckles, adding a cheeseburger with all of the fixings, fries, and a chocolate milkshake.

Connor eyes the total calorie count worryingly before deciding to just allow it. 

“So, you haven’t had sex with an android?”

“Nope, just you. Lap dances don't count as sex.”

Connor flushes all the way up to his artificial hairline. 

“Oh. I see,” Connor chuckles, understanding the loophole now. 

“You're more than that, by the way.”

Connor looks at Gavin perplexed, attempting to understand what he could be referring to. 

“More than what?”

“Just an android. I mean, I don't think you shutting down on me would have freaked me out as much as it did, if I, didn’t believe I killed something. That there was something in there to kill. I know I’m an ass, but I’m not stupid. t’s not beyond my belief that technology finally got smart enough to create a perfect, indistinguishable, soulless mimic. But that's not what you are.”

Gavin can feel Connor's eyes on him, burning through his skin all the way down to his nerves. Not actually, but when he felt already scrubbed raw, Connor might as well have heat vision. He continues talking to distract from it. 

“Before the revolution, before, all of you woke up, or whatever, the androids, here especially, were different. Way different than you, and I felt that way before you deviated. You’ve always had, I don't know, something in there. Something deviant. I mean, you mouthed off to me on your first day! I’ve never had an android talk back to me, freaked me the phck out. Thought I was actually gonna get shot in the break room.”

Connor laughs at that. 

“I wouldn't have shot you. I didn't have a gun.”

Gavin finally shot him a look, and Connor’s stupid, pleased as shit fucking smile made his heart clench. Goddamn post sex hormones. Always turned him into a sap. 

“The new you is still a lot like the old you. Sassy and cocky as shit. But I can also clearly see Anderson’s bad influences mixed in there too.”

“Mm, yes, I have grown fond of the word ‘fuck,’ and sex.”

Gavin snorts. 

“Yeah babe, I know.” 

There was something else Gavin needs to say, and if he doesn't do it now, it might stay inside for another year. After everything Connor’s done for him, he deserves to know. “Hey, Connor?”

When Connor’s huge expressive eyes are on him his heart clenches. He needs to push through this. Connor’s worth it. “I was wrong. Before. You are alive, and I was pretty phcking stupid to think otherwise. So, I’m sorry about that. About how I treated you. All of it. Really.”

When Connor doesn’t immediately say anything, Gavin instantly worries he fucked up, again. Despite trying to do everything right. When he takes a closer look, he realizes he’s just been shocked silent. His mouth actually drops open after the out of character apology. At least until Gavin glares at it. He didn't like feeling mocked. 

Connor snaps his lips closed and his cheeks flushed pink. Connor was obviously thinking several things at once trying to figure out which is the right to ask first. It was making Gavin edgy to wait. 

“Will you just ask me whatever you’re frying your breadboard over-analyzing?”

Connor’s face scrunches together adorably, and Gavin hates how stupid hooked he was on Connor already. 

“Would, you consider dating me? Officially?”

Gavin obviously didn't expect that question because now his mouth drops open. Unfortunately for him that freed his tongue, which answers without his brain or hearts consent. 

“You, want to date me? Like more than just hook up?”

Connor nods immediately, pink still dusting his cheeks. 

It wasn't a good sign that he actually missed the blue right? That feels like a four-letter-word red flag warning. 

“Yes, and that's not my social relationships program speaking. I swear.”

Gavin looks at Connor for a moment before saying, 

“Yeah, I believe you.”

Connor closes the distance within a fraction of a second but once he was just a breath away, he took his time, looking Gavin in the eye and making his heart sputter and choke weakly like a winter-frozen engine. 

“You mean it,” Connor says finally, and Gavin bites his tongue before it can answer on reflex again. 

Instead he nods, and then Connor’s lips are on his, hard and bruising in a way that took his breath away. He hasn’t felt this plummeted by a kiss since his first kiss with Hank in 2029. He hates what this means for him, but he can’t get himself to pull away. 

Connor kisses differently than Hank, differently than random hook ups he meets at bars, than most people Gavin’s been with because Connor’s curious, genuine, and deliberate. Probably taking fucking notes in that big brain of his, studying him, studying how his body responds to each press and brush of lips. No one’s ever bothered to pay this much attention to him before and Gavin’s overwhelmed by how it makes him feel. Connor tastes like clean silicone, but he feels so much softer than that. Different enough from human skin for him to notice but not enough for him to want to stop.

They are startled apart by Gavin’s arrival of food and the older man actually growls out his disappointment. It causes the sweetest chuckle out of Connor.

“We can always kiss after. We can stay in here as long as you want.”

“Yeah, like I can afford to spend more than I’ve already spent here this week,” Gavin scoffs playfully, but in reality he was hiding his profuse disappointment. 

“I’m sorry for the ambiguity, I meant on the house. I take breaks between clients all the time.”

“Whoa, what? Seriously?”

Connor nods before pointing to his rapidly cooling meal. 

“Eat your food, and then you can ask me more questions.”

Gavin flushes, temporarily forgetting about his food for the conversation but now suddenly starving. 

After he ate three bites Connor continues. “I make my own schedule, Elijah doesn't take a cut of my tips. I can work the floor or in here whenever I want.”

“Sounds too good to be true, sure he's not playing you?”

Connor shrugs. 

“Not entirely, but so far he’s kept things professional, more or less.”

Gavin didn't like the way that statement made his skin feel. Or the way the name struck a familiar, unwelcome cord in both his heart, and his gut. 

“What's more or less?” He didn't really want to press, but he felt a duty to Connor, Hank, and his job to push. 

Connor appreciates his concern. 

“Everything has been mutually consensual Detective, he’s running a clean operation, in legal terms at least. Though I doubt this place would pass a health inspection.”

Gavin unfortunatly agreed with that statement. 

“Alright, well, good. You make sure to let us know if that changes. Hate to learn our ‘isolated incident’ was a pattern in front of our faces all along.”

“I’m very lucky to have two strong officers to protect me.”

Gavin barks his laughter, but it sounds genuine and not forced.

#convin #detroit become human #connor rk800 #gavin reed #connor x gavin #dbh gavin reed #gavin x connor #dbh connor #the eden club #the eden club:ds #sunwarmed ash #find me on ao3 #buy me a coffee? #links in bio #i post new stuff every sunday #sinful sunday

[aftgficrec]

oh i caught you open! can we get some either andrew & kevin or neil & kevin being best friends and supporting each other? i feel like they're not explored enough and the potential is right there :)

Luckily, Kevin and Andrew’ friendship is a topic the fandom is pretty interested in.  So much so that we’ve split this ask.  In this post we’re concentrating entirely on Andrew and Kevin, Neil & Kevin’s friendship will be addressed in another ask. - S

Some previous recs:

Andrew & Kevin’s friendship here

Kevin & Andrew’s relationship here

Kevin as Andrew’s best friend here

Kevin’s friendship with Andreil here

‘Where The Wild Things Are’ here

‘I know that you'll come if you want’ here

‘N for nebulous’, ‘And Then There Was One’ and ‘Wear it to Eden's’ here

‘Reckless’ here

‘Trust Me’ here

‘Searchlights’ here

‘fugue in red’ here

splinters beneath our nails by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 3719 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew hasn’t decided what to do about Kevin Day. A few days ago, he’d have said that Kevin was dead to him. If things had gone differently, that might still be true. Today, he walks up to the car and throws open the door.

Not again by LetThemCuddle [Rated G, 698 words, complete, 2023]

Andrew circled the stony striker when silence answered him. “Hello? Anybody home? The answer is yes, a lot of nobodies, just one is missing. I’ll give you three guesses.” “Pass.” “Never took you for a quitter. This is quite refreshing.” The goalie quipped, lighting a smoke. “Come on, the cars’ still running.” “I’m going to stay here.” Kevin’s quiet voice echoed through the abandoned stadium. Somber, lacking the usual spiteful energy he towed.

right on time by dayurno [Not Rated, 10915 words, complete, Aftg Mixtape Exchange 2023]

"Has your Butcher called back yet?" Oh. “No,” Kevin replies, frowning slightly. “It’s understandable. He is a busy man.” “Kevin Day making excuses,” pulling away, Andrew puts down, “at this rate, you might just write his name on the margins of your books with hearts around it.” “What? No, why would I do that?” “Why wouldn’t you?” Kevin gives him a perplexed look. “Andrew, do you think I like the Butcher of Baltimore?” Alternatively, when the Butcher of Baltimore issues an order for his subordinates to bring him his childhood idol, he forgets what his choice of career entails. Kevin would hold it against him if he didn't find the man so fascinating.

tw: (accidental) kidnapping

Rescue Me by Demiwitchwoodwalker [Rated T, 4564 words, complete, 2022]

“I can protect you, from him and yourself,” Andrew said in a tone Kevin couldn’t quite place after a long moment filled with nothing but the muffled noise of the game playing on Kevin’s laptop. “I can help you stay instead of running further or back.” Kevin stared at him then, finally letting himself actually look at him, and the same feeling from before returned, feeling like a hand clenched itself around his lungs and heart. He pushed his laptop closed, the game’s audio abruptly cutting off, and turned slightly to face Andrew, whose expression had shifted back into the grin that seemed to constantly be present in the day and whose eyes looked almost dead. Kevin’s lips parted, words rising in the back of his throat, but he couldn’t get them past his tongue. How was he supposed to do this? The memory of Andrew the night before floated through his mind again, when he was as close to sober as he could get, more vulnerable than Kevin felt he’d ever seen a person despite the fact that Kevin was the one halfway through a breakdown. "Why?" --- Aka, how Kevin and Andrew make their deal. (Potential triggers are listed in the tags, please be careful!)

tw: self harm, tw: panic attacks, tw: implied/referenced suicidal thoughts

The Tide by zoeellendraws [Rated G, 20473 words, complete, 2022]

Kevin and Andrew participate in a showcase that could make or break their ballet careers and discover a promising new talent in the process.  Or Mysterious Ballet AU

tw: implied/referenced violence

I came for the safety (stayed 'cause you made me feel) by Charcoalll [Rated M, 4621 words, complete, 2021]

“Day? We’re gonna get you out of here okay? Minyard’s gonna make sure you get out of here and down to the bus” Kevin looked over Wymack’s shoulder where he could see the figure of the small blonde man. Kevin nodded, how could he do anything but nod? These people were sticking out their neck for him in a way he couldn’t remember anyone doing before. No words could ever describe his thankfulness.  Or: A little glimpse into Andrew and Kevin's relationship before, during and after AftG.

tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced alcohol abuse

biting down by vincevangothh [Rated T, 2257 words, complete, Aftg Exchange 2017]

kevin learns that in order to understand something, you have to allow yourself to learn, and talks to andrew about neil. '“Did I or did I not tell you that you have asked as many free questions as you are permitted to today?” This time, as Andrew snaps, Kevin hears it. “Free?” he asks around a mouthful of rice, swallowing hastily before he continues. “So if I give you something, I can ask more?” It's a rhetorical question, but Andrew grants him a small nod anyway. “Neil and I have - had - a thing.” Kevin agonisingly anticipates his next words as Andrew scoops up another mouthful of food. Static silence stretches out between them until he swallows again. “Truth for truth. For everything you ask me, I ask you something.” “Deal.”'

Reasons by orphan_account [Rated T, 1895 words, complete, 2016]

“You took me with you when you recruited him,” Andrew muttered, but he knew Kevin was listening. They both knew that it was the closest Andrew could get to a thank you, so they both kept quiet. A list of the times Andrew met Kevin, interwoven with the list of times Andrew met Neil.

Kevin, Andrew and their friendship by @andrews-jort-loving-pipe-dream [tumblr, 2023]

“Why are we here?” “I'm here because it's Josten's birthday next week. You're here because you can't be alone.”

Andrew and Kevin watching a movie together after one of them wakes up from a nightmare. by @foxesbettingpool [tumblr, 2018]

He’d been up the majority of the night, wasting away on a bean bag chair with textbooks, papers, and a mountain of notes surrounding him.

tw: nightmares

Future Andrew & Kevin hc by @thepalmtoptiger [tumblr, 2018]

Andrew and Kevin stay close friends after leaving the Foxes and going pro.

Kevin asks Andrew to be his best man hc by @palmettofoxden [tumblr, 2017]

Kevin asks Andrew to be his best man at his wedding and Andrew just stands up and walks out of the room without answering or even reacting.

Art

andrew & kevin brotp edit by @mint-and-memories

Andrew and Kevin meme art by @foxhole-doodles

#fic #kevin day & andrew minyard #neil josten/andrew minyard #universe: pre canon #universe: canon compliant #universe: post canon #universe: canon divergent #au: ballet #au: dance #au: butcher!neil #theme: angst with a happy ending #theme: fluff #theme: fluff & angst #theme: fluff & humour #theme: hurt/comfort #theme: protectiveness #theme: friendship #theme: pro exy #theme: amnesia #theme: reunions #theme: christmas #theme: character study #tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: panic attacks #tw: implied/referenced abuse #tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon #tw: implied/referenced violence #tw: nightmares #tw: self harm #tw: kidnapping

[good-griief]

Time ; Regret

here's part two of "time"! i'm sure you all don't want me to end it here, so even tho i think it'd be a little cruelly funny to leave it up in the air like this, i promise there will be a part three— tho that will be the last part. this part is pretty dialogue-heavy, so i hope you enjoy the 'voices' i gave the characters<33

note sorry to have to post this again but tumblr posted it at the complete wrong time from my schedule and it wasn’t the right draft :( ( some kind of phone to computer mix up idk what happened</3 )

warnings ambiguous relationship/feelings between abby and reader, reference to romance, implications of unrequited love (it's not), she/her reader, lasting effects of torture to reader, morally grey reader, mention of joel's death/torture, ambiguous/story-teller dependent interpretation of major past event between characters

tags @frogtits1 @sawaagyapong @augieee21 @sunkissedbibi @eden-nox

part one part three

link to chapter 2 on ao3

After that, Abby decided against hugging you again, knowing she’d just get emotional. She didn’t know how you’d react to that anymore, so she played her safest bet and explained what happened from a distance, offering to help you work as she did. You didn’t react, but she could tell how upset you were just because you were so quiet. 

When she offered to come over that night, you agreed immediately, and when she came to your house, you opened the door with puffy red eyes and swollen lips. She gave you a somber smile. “Come on.” She opened her arms for you, holding you for a moment before she came inside. “They wouldn’t want you to cry,” she said, trying to say something comforting you might, and it coming out improperly. It made you chuckle at her attempt, making her sigh as she stepped away from you. “I’m still not the best at comforting people,” she said quietly, shutting your door behind her as she entered with a small smile. She reached out, dragging her knuckle beneath your eye to rid of any stray tears. You smiled at the gesture, gaining one from her, too. 

“You’re right, though.” You blinked away your feelings, taking her hand and leading her to your room so you could sit on the bed together. There was a brief, awkward silence. “What… Uh, what happened? How did it get to this?” You asked as you released her hand, playing with your own to distract yourself. 

Abby swallowed, pursing her lips. She had a feeling you’d judge her for what she did, but she wasn't going to lie. “Joel… The way we— I killed him. Tortured him in front of his brother, and killed him in front of that girl; the one he killed everyone to save. She came after us. Went through all of our friends to get to me, and… let me go.” You couldn’t tell how she felt about being left alive, but you were glad she was, placing your hand back on hers for added comfort. “Don’t.” She went to pull her hand away, but you grabbed it with both of yours. “You can be upset with me—“

“I’m not.” You shook your head, holding her hand gently. “I never should’ve given you that lead. I’m sorry.”

“I would’ve found out eventually.” She shook her head. “And I still would’ve done it…” She grimaced. “And this all would’ve happened anyway.”

“There’s no point in blaming yourself,” you sighed. “You just have to—“

“Let go? Yeah… I’ve heard that,” she scoffed, giving your hand a squeeze before she let go. “Couldn’t do it before either.”

“I wasn’t going to say that, Abby.” You shook your head at her. “You just have to accept it. It probably won’t ‘get better,’ and you’ll probably never let go, but you’ll be able to move on with your life, and not feel guilty for that. Then eventually, you’ll start to remember happier things about them, and… you’ll accept it.”

“Is that what you did? Just accept it?” Her lip sneered when she asked the question, but her brows were bent upward with a contradictory emotion. 

“I wanted to go back—“

“Why didn’t you?” She asked quickly, eyes rimming red just as quickly and making you avert your gaze. 

“I couldn’t…” You shrugged, forcing that same flippancy you gave Mel and Nora. “I mean… I left like a fucking coward, Ab,” you laughed at yourself. “Going back? I’d feel like a complete fool. I couldn’t face you guys— I couldn’t even face you guys four years later. The only thing I could do was keep going and try not to fucking die, I don’t know.”

“Everyone wanted you back,” she muttered, now understanding the brief encounter you had months ago. 

“I didn’t think you did.” Abby frowned, the words sounding like you were singling her out. “I thought, I don’t know, even if everyone else wanted me to be there, you wouldn’t after I suggested something so stupid.”

“It wasn’t stupid,” she said, chuckling lightly at your tone. 

“It was insensitive.” 

She shrugged. “I didn’t care… I didn’t even think of that, I just—“ She shook her head, sighing. “The first thing I thought when you mentioned it was that you were going to leave… I wanted to make it my choice that we wouldn’t see each other again, so I said something stupid— but if I’d just waited, let you talk, then… I would’ve realized you wanted to go together. Everyone just thought you planned on going alone.” She pursed her lips, looking away. “It was my fault everyone responded like that— don’t say it wasn’t,” she said before you could object. “No one would’ve said anything if I didn’t.”

“I didn’t care that much about what everyone else said. I figured they just thought I was going to leave you all, but… I thought you were telling me to leave for bringing it up in the first place.” You lied back on the bed so Abby wouldn’t see your face. “Even still, when I was alone, fucking terrified, the only thing I could think of was whether or not you guys were okay; how, maybe, it was better that I wasn’t there… It seemed like you guys got even closer when I saw you.”

There was a brief pause as Abby looked down at you. Clearly, you both needed to have this conversation, but it was almost impossible to have with how hard it was to sort out either of your feelings. 

“The first thing I wanted to do when I realized you were gone,” she started slowly, “was go and find you; tell you that I don’t care, and if that’s what you wanted we could go. We could go to Los Angeles, or Santa Barbara, or San Francisco, or wherever the fuck you wanted to go, ‘cause I had no fucking idea what I was going to do without you… And I needed you.” The waver in her voice made you shut your eyes, taking in her words with a crease between your brows and a frown tugging at your lips. “I fucking needed you, and I just wanted to be with you, and I was scared, so I snapped at you thinking— I don’t know what I was thinking… Maybe-maybe if you knew we wouldn’t be together, then you wouldn’t go? Fuck, I just wanted you to stay with me,” she was rambling, words quick and spilling out until she caught herself, “and everyone else. Where you were safe. Where we were all safe. Together. I didn't mean to push you away.”

You had no idea what to say, staring up at the ceiling with a frown as your eyes shone beneath the warm light. You were quiet, voice small as if you knew just how wrong you were now. “I just wanted you happy,” you mumbled, hardly confident in what you used to think to yourself to justify your actions. 

“Without you?” She scoffed at you. “Really?”

You shrugged, now thinking of anything that could back you up. “You had Owen.”

There was a moment of pause before Abby laughed, grabbing your pillow and hitting you with it. “Fuck you.”

“What?!” You laughed, pushing the pillow away and covering your face as she threw it at you. “You… loved him, or whatever,” you waved off, unable to hide the disdain in your voice. 

“That’s what. You never liked us together.” You shrugged. “Why?”

You looked over at her, looking her up and down. “I don’t know.” You moved to sit up, huffing as you did and covering it with an exaggerated sigh. “You were my person.” There was a faint upward pull to her lips at that, but it fell quickly when she replayed the sentence in her head. She was your person, and you had stayed hers. After all those years; years of having your picture in her room or pocket, you had stayed close to her heart, but now she was nothing more than an old friend to you. “What?” You asked when you noticed her expression, reaching out and placing a hand on her thigh. 

She swallowed, looking down at your hand. “Did you— Did you ever…” She stumbled over her words as she stared at your hand on her, eventually looking away. “Think about us? Any of us? I mean, you, Mel, and Nora were so close…”

You waited for her to finish, but that seemed to be the end of her sentence, so you stood. You went to your dresser, hand on your lower stomach as you grimaced but made sure to hide it from Abby. You grabbed an old jewelry box, taking it in unsteady hands and carrying it back to the bed where you set it down. Around your neck, there was a leather necklace you untied and pulled from your shirt, taking the key at the end of it and unlocking the box. 

There was an old tape recorder inside. Headphones and car keys too, and a stack of photos among other trinkets.

Abby looked shocked, looking at you before reaching for the box when you nodded. The car keys, from the first time her dad taught you to drive, were tied to an old coin he’d gifted you. They were on top of an old photo of you and him in his greenhouse. 

Her hands went for the other photos, looking through them and seeing how many there were of her or the two of you. You had more of your friends than you did with them; some of these photos she’d never seen before and making her brows pull together as she smiled somberly. 

“When I was in Washington,” you spoke up quietly, looking at the pictures as Abby went through them. “Leah was on patrol when my group was leaving. I didn’t have many pictures of us together, so she gave me most of those… I guess she just had them with her.”

Abby smiled faintly. “She kept pictures of us with her all the time.” Her smile then fell again. “I thought you guys left immediately?” 

You pursed your lips. “I needed a little extra medical attention before we could leave. She found our hiding spot.” You quickly continued before she could question you. “So I told her about how I lost one of my only pictures of us and my other tape recordings, and she just gave them to me.”

“Of us?” She looked up at you and you nodded. Abby went into her pocket, fingers digging for a wrinkled piece of paper. “I don’t have the recording with me; it's in my room, but… ” she muttered, pulling out the photo and smoothing over the water damaged paper before she handed it to you. “It’s a little ruined.”

“You had this?!” You took it, looking down at the picture and feeling your eyes burn before you moved to hug her, arms squeezing around her shoulders. ��You don’t know how bad I felt about losing this, Abby.”

Her hands found your hips, awkwardly pulling you into her before her arms went around your waist to comfort you with how emotional you were getting over one picture. “It’s okay,” she tried to soothe, hand running up and down your back. “I’m glad you lost it. I finally got to keep a picture of us,” she laughed awkwardly, leaning back against your bedframe with you still in her arms. She knew you were trying to hide your face from her, so she let you stay as you were. “I actually thought you just left it behind.”

“What?” You laughed, pulling back to frown at her. She smiled at your laugh, hands still resting on your waist in case you hugged her again. 

“I found it by the fire after you left.” She shrugged. “It was with your MP3.”

“So, what? You laughed again. “You thought I was burning pictures?”

“I don’t know, maybe?” She laughed, releasing you as you sat next to her with an eye roll. 

Usually, you’d lean into her, or rest your head on her shoulder when you sat next to her, but now things were so different that you couldn’t just bounce back into old habits.

Every touch, every word, every glance, it was all based on feeling; some feeling that was brought up by the past before that fleeting feeling passed too, and soon, Abby was starting to realize you’d become complete strangers to one another. You hardly understood each other anymore. You weren’t certain how the other would react, or reciprocate, you didn’t even know what could be said at times. Even if you could reminisce for hours, when it came to talking and being present, there was hardly anything you could do. 

It left Abby forgetting your advice and wishing she could go back to do this all over again; forget about finding Joel first and just find you. Or just go with you to California and spend the years like you did. No matter how much she wanted to go find him. No matter how much she would have regretted it. 

At least you wouldn’t be a stranger to her. 

Though, she had no idea how those years were for you. She didn’t know the hell you’d gone through, or the sleepless nights. No matter how much you told her that night, you didn’t tell her how you made yourself sick with guilt to the point that you had to lock all of your keepsakes away. Especially because you thought you’d lost one. She didn’t know how hard you worked to accept everything that happened, how seeing them after four years caused a rift between you and your squad to the point that they were telling you just to stay in Washington, how her showing up completely threw you off guard. 

But maybe that was for the best. 

Because that night, while she was wide awake, thinking of how she could find a way to know you again, you slept soundly. Sleeping through the night for once as you lied with the picture Abby left with you under your pillow.

The next morning, Abby came to the greenhouse. You smiled when you saw her, setting aside your plants to give her your full attention. 

“Hey.” She smiled. “I’m going on my first patrol—“

“Already?” Your worried tone made her chuckle. “Ab, you’re still recovering.“

“I know, but I need to get back out there. I’ll go crazy if I don’t.” You grimaced, crossing your arms. “I was wondering if you’d go with me? It’s just around the island, so no combat.” You narrowed your eyes, wondering why she’d bring that up. “It’ll be quick,” she continued to try and persuade you. 

“I don’t go on patrols anymore,” you told her, replacing your questioning glare with a sympathetic smile. “Sorry.”

“Oh…” She didn't ask why, just nodded before reaching into her pocket. “Okay, well, I brought this with me to give back to you—“

“No, no, no. Keep it.” You took her photo out of your pocket and handed it over. “I’m sure you’ve realized these go together now. You’ve had them for years. Please.”

The way you spoke to her, so cordially it seemed formal, made her feel uncomfortable in a way she couldn’t describe. She gladly kept the items, thankful you hadn’t, but also wishing you at least seemed to want them. 

“Maybe…” You looked around, all of your morning duties done for now. “Maybe I could go with you just this once,” you suggested upon seeing the look on her face. 

But she didn’t want you to placate her. 

“That’s alright.”

“You sure?” You frowned at the sudden change in tune.

“I’m sure there’s a reason you don’t go anymore.” She gave you a smile and you nodded. 

After that day, you didn’t speak much. Lev would come for lessons, and Abby would have to get him sometimes, but slowly, she just faded into another one of your comrades; people you knew but had no relationship with. People who hardly crossed your mind on a day-to-day basis. 

She overheard you with one you were closer to— one of your new friends. 

“So,” she started, “you know that new girl?” She asked as Abby passed by the greenhouse on her way out to patrol. She planned to get a pouch from you, but paused to eavesdrop. “I heard she’s from Salt Lake.”

You’d hummed. “We grew up together… But I don’t really know her anymore,” you’d admitted quietly, solemn. 

Your friend huffed a laugh. “You’re so dramatic. What’s that supposed to mean, huh?”

You chuckled. “I dunno, just… Ya know, when I did know her, she was the best person I ever met. So gentle… kind. She had a way with animals— people, too. I don’t know, she was always so perfect to me when we were younger. I probably had a little crush on her or something.” Your friend cooed at you. “But as we grew up, we were, just, so close. Her dad just took me in like family after mine was… taken.”  She could hear your voice falter. “But when he was killed, things changed… Remember that tip I gave in Washington? ‘Bout Tommy.” Your friend hummed. “His brother, Joel. He was the one to kill him, and Abby… She beat him to death. In front of his brother… In front of his kid.” 

She could hear the way you struggled to get the words out, biting her inner cheek. She wanted to leave, but she also wanted to know what else you’d say, waiting for you to continue. 

“And I don’t even blame her. It makes me sick, but I don’t blame her ‘cause if I ever found out who destroyed my family?” Your voice darkened. “I’d do so much worse.” 

“No need to justify to me,” your friend huffed, humming in agreement. “I know exactly what you mean.”

There was a pause before you spoke again “And sometimes, I wish I’d been there to see it through. To know that he’s actually dead… Or, even just to be there for her— ‘cause the girl that I knew? She never could’ve done that. I never would’ve let her get to that point; feel that way? Hurt that much but… I left her.” Your friend tried to speak over you, but you stopped her. “So, I can’t help but feel at fault for what happened to our friends. I don’t know anyone who would still want to care about me after what I did. So, I just feel like I don’t know her anymore. I can’t understand her at all.”

Abby thought of talking to you that night, telling you she overheard the conversation, but she couldn’t bring herself to face you knowing how guilty you felt. 

What if seeing her made you feel worse? Talking to her made you feel sick? She’d spent all these years feeling guilty, only to find out you felt the same— and now even more so because you knew how she ended up here. Like this. 

She could say the same thing about you. She thought you were perfect when you were younger, she wanted to protect you as you got older, and she felt like she failed you now. Like it was her fault you felt this way. She could say the exact same things you did, which was why she kept her distance and waited for you to come to her. 

She waited. 

And waited. 

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