#Crowley hated his plants too much to care

[entitled-fangirl]

He may always be a demon from hell, but she still loves him.

Crowley x human!reader

Summary: The reader and Crowley discuss what she's reading. She says it reminds her of him, to which he panics.

Words: 1,784

Warnings: demon, heavy makeout session, angst, alcohol

Author's note: I don't own the character or the book mentioned in this! Eeeeek enjoy!

Masterlist <3

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Crowley looked up from the glass of bourbon in his hands as he sat in one of Aziraphale’s many chairs. There she sat across from him. The pretty little human.

Her legs were pulled up onto the couch, her body curled into itself as she held her book out in front of her to read.

She was quite pretty. He had always thought so. Of all his years on this earth, this one was by far the best he had seen. And her soul simply solidified it. Her mind, body, and soul were precious. 

She was entirely focused on her book, not noticing Crowley’s gaze. He took that to his advantage, his eyes scanning her entire frame before finally resting on her face. He opened his mouth to speak. He didn’t know what he was going to say, but he knew he would do anything to talk to her as much as he could in her lifetime.

“What are you reading, Flower?”

That was his name for her. Aziraphale was his angel, sure. And she seemed like an angel herself, the metaphorical kind, anyway. She was not like a real angel, which is annoying and dull. No, she wasn’t like that at all. He hadn’t read many books but knew how humans romanticized the term 'angel.' The innocence it carried in its title. 

No, no, no. She was his flower. He spend many days searching for the right name, but once he came up with that one, it stuck like glue. He loved plants. He loved plants so much. And he loved her. She was his flower.

Now, her head perked up to let her eyes meet his. She held his gaze, admiring the snake-like pupils the demon had. She seemed to snap out of it quickly, regaining her composure. “Oh, uh…,” her voice soft, “it’s the Phantom of the Opera. Have… Have you read it, Angel?”

His eyes closed. He loved it when she called him that. He was no angel by any means, but she used the term every chance she could the day she learned that he had once been so. She had two angels as far as she was concerned. And while one had a significantly more gothic wardrobe, she still considered him just the same.

He nods, “I was around when it was written and published. Hated it then.”

Her lips slowly pull into an amused smile. “And now?”

He shrugs, looking back into her eyes, “…Do YOU like it, Flower?”

A soft breath comes from her lungs, “…Not sure, but I believe so. Won’t say until I finish it. You know how it ends, Angel?”

He shakes his head, “Can’t say I do. Didn’t care enough to finish it.”

She finds that quite amusing. She pulls her legs closer to her to get comfortable, trying to keep herself warm. “Well, I’ll let you know when I’m done, yeah? If it’s good enough, will you try to read it again?”

“Tell me why you like it so much, Flower.”

She considers his words carefully, “I… perhaps see similarities in it… sometimes. You know?”

His eyes move back down to the liquor glass in his hand. He remained quiet, a silent sigh for her elaborate on her findings. 

“That was… stupid. I shouldn’t have said it. I’m… I’m sorry…”

He was much more intrigued than before. Sorry? For what? He wished sometimes he could just see what was going on in that funny little brain of hers. “No. Tell me.”

She knew that wasn’t a reassurance that he wasn’t annoyed. It was more of a demand. 

“I don’t know, Crowley…”

He grins, pulling the glass to his lips to take another sip.

“Tell me what you DO know, Flower.”

Her eyes wander around the room in thought. “I suppose I feel remorse for the Phantom…”

He hums.

“…and… everyone makes him out to be a horrid creature. A vile beast worth ending. And he believes it too about himself. That he’s awful and cruel. But they don’t know anything about him. Nothing. They even assume it’s a ghost sometimes…”

By now, he’s hooked on her words. Not that he cared for the plot much, but just her. She was beautiful like this, the sunlight from the windows behind her casting a light against her back, giving her body a glowing effect. 

“…anyways, this girl falls in love with him. And she finds out he’s just a man. He’s a man like anyone else. He’s not the vile thing everyone makes him out to be.”

He’s taking in every word.

Her voice drops to a low volume, “They call him a demon from hell.”

Crowley felt his jaw clench at her words. 

“…But, he’s not. Not at all. He’s just a man. A man who deserves much more than life handed him. He was no demon. He could’ve been an angel. He’s kind and fair. Honest and witty. He protects her with his life. And he’s loyal. He is quite admirable, honestly.”

She held this look. It was a loving look as she stared at Crowley. This time, he could read her like an open book. She was referencing him. That everyone believed Crowley was vile and cruel. But he was just like a man. 

“…You’re awfully quiet, Angel.”

That sold it for him. Angel. Her angel. His eyes closed, taking in a deep breath. 

He stood up quickly, setting his glass on the side table before approaching the sofa she occupied. She noticed, scooting over slightly to make room for him, but he didn’t sit. He kneeled in front of the couch, in front of her. 

If his eyes could produce tears, they’d be running. “Flower? You truly think that of me? That I’m just a man?”

She nods, her breath quickening at his proximity. 

He wanted to believe her. He truly did, but he couldn’t. He leaned in, making their faces inches apart. 

“You think all this and you haven’t finished the book?”

She nods again, her gaze staring to settle on his lips.

His hand reached forward, grabbing her face gently. His voice became a low growl, “And what if this angel truly is a demon from hell? Would the girl stop loving him, Flower?”

She isn’t sure what to say. She’s not sure who they’re even talking about at this point. Her gut told her to say one thing, but her head said another. And his grip on her face was not helping her focus.

“I.. I don’t think… love takes what they are into con… consideration when it chooses them…”

Satan, she was perfect. She always knew exactly what to say, the sneaky thing. It stilled his vessel’s heart, his eyes still drilling into hers. 

“And… will she truly listen to her heart?”

She nods. “She would be a fool not to, Angel.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. Here she was, sitting so pretty for him, her words causing a fire to erupt in his stomach. He leaned forward, pulling her face towards his. 

Their lips meet in a gentle kiss. It doesn’t last long because Crowley pulls away.

“Maybe you should finish the book before you make your conclusions, Flower. Perhaps he’ll always be that demon from hell.”

He stands, sliding his hands into his pockets with a sigh before exiting the bookshop.

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Days pass and Crowley acts as if their interaction never happened. It broke her heart. Aziraphale couldn’t take the two ignoring each other and decided to fix it. 

He told Crowley to be at the bookshop at a certain time. But Aziraphale wouldn’t be there. No, this was to get the demon alone with her to talk again, as they had before. And that plan worked perfectly.

This time, however, she was placing books on the bookshelf when he entered. He walked in confidently, but the confidence soon fell as he saw her pretty face. 

“Oh. I… where’s Angel?”

She shrugs, “Haven’t seen him all day.”

Curse that blasted angel from his stupid plans that always work. 

Crowley sighs, “I’m sorry I ran out on you.”

Her eyes finally move to find his. “I finished the book.”

His shoulders dropped somewhat at her sudden change of subject, but he went along with it nonetheless. “…Well, Flower?”

Her fingers lightly played with the spine of the book she had in her hand. “He may always be the demon from hell, but she still loves him.”

He was so stupid to leave her. To abandon his sweet Christine like this. His little flower that was always in bloom. 

“Oh, Flower…”

He moved forward, immediately wrapping his arms around her. He pulled her in for a kiss.

This kiss was very much different from their first. Where the first was soft and hesitant, this one was heated and passionate, as if this was their only method of communication. And to Crowley, it was. He needed her to see just how much her words meant to him. How much he craved to feel her lips on his again. How he imagined her the nights before. 

Her hands move to him, the book in her hand long forgotten. One rested on his forearm, the other cradling his face. She kissed him back with as much reverence as he did. She needed him to know she didn’t care. She didn’t care about what he was. What he did. She needed him to know that she loved him.

She loved him.

His tongue darted out to swipe across her bottom lip. She left out a soft moan, paring her lips. His tongue gently began to explore her mouth, their bodies holding each other in fear that they could be ripped from each other at any moment. 

She gently pushed him away, needing to catch her breath. “Sorry… sorry, Angel.. just… just gotta breathe…”

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her jaw lightly, trailing the kisses up towards her ear before whispering softly, “‘If I am to be saved, it is because your love redeems me.’”

She let out a soft gasp, and her hand moved to the back of his neck, her fingers playing with his hair. “You… you know it?”

She could practically feel his smile against her neck, his voice vibrating the bones there, “Read it again after we talked…. All the way through this time…”

She was speechless at his words. He had went back and not only read the story for her, but then was able to quote it. She had never felt love radiate in a room until this very moment in time.

She pulled him back in for another sweet kiss.

He was no demon. To her, he was an angel. Her angel.

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[takeachillpillshawty]

Very specific TWST head cannons

Jack was accidentally given alcohol by a third year at a party because they thought he was also a third year.

Ruggie would make bets with students if they can guess Jack's age correctly.

Malleus would stay back at after the final class of the day just to sing, he likes the sound of the empty class room. He stopped doing that because a rumor about a "haunted class" was spreading.

Sebek yelled so hard one time, he couldn't talk the next day due to the pain.

Vil watches those self care videos, as in the earwax removal, black head removal, technically any of those gross removal videos. It's a guilty pleasure of his.

Cater is a hot cheeto girl, he and Idia would make ramen and put hot cheetos in it.

Silver is a heavy sleeper...like heavy sleeper. One time a fire broke out in Diasomnia and everyone was screaming. Only after the fire was out did he wake up.

Malleus used to talk to stuff animals as a kid.

Sebek monologues to himself, and everyone can hear him.

Sebek when he was a kid chased another child with a broken ruler for saying Malleus' name in vain.

Riddle and Jamil have this weird friendship, basically it's just them trying to relax but remembering there are idiots who are in the dorms and can't rest until they get things done.

Each dorm has their own WiFi router, Idia usually hacks into the others in case Ignihyde's one is down or he just want to see people's search history.... Let's just say he's not comfortable around certain classmates.

Idia permanently puts Ortho on child lock so people won't ask him to look up not so friendly things on the internet.

Ortho can get sick from viruses or corrupted data he accidentally downloaded.

Jade and Rook have a passive aggressive rivalry. Like imagine them in the botanical garden having lunch and Jade handed him a poison mushroom infused tea and Rook just 'accidentally' pours it in a plant watching it wither. While looking Jade dead in the eyes, both have smiles on there faces, as they passive aggressively try to kill each other.

Cater x Jade or Rook would be so fucking funny. Like imagine dating the most dangerous students in the school but hey at least the dick is crazy.

Trey has a collection of his baby teeth and his siblings baby teeth on his night stand. No-one brings it up...ever.

another reason why Cater doesn't eat sweets is because he'll get a tooth ache just eating a smore.

A student once asked Crewel if it was possible to make 'crack' in potionology..... Crewel wasn't getting paid enough for this.

Crowley has committed tax evasion.

Azul Is thicc. I said what I said, and don't boo me. I'm right.

Ruggie is banned from Monstro Lounge due to finding loop holes in Azul's contracts and getting free stuff.

Malleus hates cake with too much frosting, It defeats the purpose of the cake.

Malleus would use fae circles to teleport prefect to him.

Floyd likes to just bite things, especially his phone case.

Rook takes the best photos.

Sometimes people forget that Vil is an actor and model, so when seeing him in a movie, commercial or magazine they just get jump scared and remembered .

" oh yeah....Housewarden Vil is a celebrity.."

I think prefect is desensitized to meeting famous or high status people that they're not a big deal to them. Imagine Prefect going to a cafe and THE KALIM AL ASIM Is paying for their drink, everyone is shocked that someone who's richer than royalty is paying for you and all you say is " Oh thanks Kalim. "

I feel like up to book 6 every dorm leader helped out in repairing Ramshackle adding there own piece of their dorms in there. A gaming room from Idia, A luxurious bathroom with skin care supplies and designer clothes from Vil, pantry and groceries from Heartslaybul and Scarabia and a cook book from Trey and Jamil respectively. An indoor and outdoor pool from Savannah claw, wallpaper and decor from Azul, and finally furniture and jewelry from Malleus.

[raggstorice]

FLASH HEADCANONS!

Where I take a fandom and give a Headcanon for Every. Single. Character.

Twisted Wonderland! #1

Here we go!

Riddle: whenever a bug lands on him he freezes. Just stops.

Ace: His parents always shut down his beliefs. Very much a 'Stay in line and You'll be fine' type of family. (If requested I will rant on my HC Ace backstory)

Deuce: He calls his mother every day and one day she just starts crying and is all like 'Im so proud of you. You've changed so much and I love you.' and Deuce started crying too.

Cater: Does not actually care that much about Magicam. He just needed something to base his personality off of.

Trey: Uses southern insults All. The. Time. People talk to him and he's just 'Well good for you!' and people think he's the nicest.

Leona: If you put a weighted blanket on him he will just fall over like that one scene in Lilo and stitch.

Ruggie: Knows everyone. And I mean EVERYONE. Try to introduce him to someone new and he'll just be like 'OMG my old friend!' yeah.

Jack: Named his cactus Paula. Also Talks to it and uses it like a doll. (Like that one scene in DRDT)

Azul: His first experience with a land dweller was when he saw a coin fall from the surface and he followed it. There was a language barrier so he couldn't talk to them. He wonders how they're doing some days.

Jade: Had a bonding moment with Jack over their love for plants (mushrooms and cacti) also eats mushroom-spinach pizza (like me!)

Floyd: He bites. Also he's banned from playing against other schools in Basketball because of the sheer amount of fouls he gets. Jamil is so done.

Kalim: Will summon a rainbow to cheer someone up. He's precious.

Jamil: Doesn't actually hate Kalim. He just needs to be mad at someone. Oh also he cooks for the Basketball club and brings food to practice. Ace is his biggest fan.

Vil: Godly eye makeup. He's the one who gave Rook his feather in his hat.

Epel: Bad Ass Mother Fucker. He prefers to fight with his tounge rather than his fists. The only one to realize Trey's passive aggressiveness.

Rook: Will bring back fresh meat from his hunts. Him and Jade bring the best ingredients to the Cafeteria and no one knows.

Idia: one time he hid from people in an empty classroom for several hours after school. Ortho almost sent a search party.

Ortho: Spends hours analyzing his friends. Like as a hobby. He brings them perfectly planned gifts and they all love it.

Malleus: Lilia cuts his hair. He also polishes his horns. He secretly really enjoys Sebek's loyalty just wished he was quieter.

Silver: Takes care of the horses so well. They love him and will only accept food from him.

Sebek: He can be surprisingly quiet if you ask nicely. He gets loud again if he gets worked up. Autistic.

Lilia: He loves his sons. He ends up taking care of the whole Campus. No one in NRC can take care of themselves properly so he does it. Mockingbird by Eminem coded

Crowley: He shows up randomly and helps students. Lilia is taking a student to the infirmary? He's there and takes them for him. Leona is asleep in the botanical garden? Crowley kicks him away from the path. The teachers are so done with the chaos and are ready to combust? He's there. He will make the chaos worse and somehow contain it at the same time.

Crewel: He stays stocked up on potions ready to help any students that are ill, tired, or in any sort of pain. He will let you sleep in his classroom and will pull you into his office if he thinks somethings up. Many students have cried in front of him.

Trein: Will go out of his way to include history not taught in textbooks. Stuff about gay rights, racism, trans right, war crimes, fun facts about political leaders, etc. He does it all in the most monotone voice ever.

Lucius: The best cat. Used to be a stray wandering campus. Will bring gifts to students it likes. Recognized Leona as one of its own.

Vargas: Always down to help students. Oh you have Asthma? Good thing I have SEVENTEEN EXTRA INHALERS. You seem to be struggling a little why don't you sit down? Exercise without rest is as good as no exercise at all.

Sam: Will give freebies to students who need it. Oh you skipped lunch to study for a test? Good thing I have a sandwich just for you! Your pen broke? Which one do you want? Also will tell you all the tea.

Grim: Whenever he eats those blot crystals he suddenly knows all of the victims trauma which he reports to Yuu.

Yuu: Has serious conversations with Overblot victims. The best non licensed therapist.

Authors Note: It's 1:23 AM. I'm going to sleep.

[mimisempai]

You just have to let go

Summary

Waking up from a traumatic nightmare, the bookseller realizes how much he craves Crowley's touch, but doesn't dare say it. Fortunately, the florist is perceptive...

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #31: Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.

On Ao3

Rating G -  957 words

"You will never be part of this family. Losers like you are destined to live alone. Forever."

Aziraphale awoke with a start and patted the space beside him, both relieved to feel the still warm sheets that indicated Crowley had been there and disappointed to find nothing but emptiness.

Though the person who had told him this in his nightmare had no face, he had heard their words so many times in his childhood for real that he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that the nightmare had rekindled.

What if they were right?

He wrapped his arms around his body in an attempt to comfort himself, but it was no use, the hateful words had planted a feeling of emptiness, of loneliness in his mind, and even though his mind told him he wasn't alone, he couldn't convince himself of it.

The same darkness he had felt in his nightmare threatened to engulf him.

"Crowley... " 

He just mouthed his lover's name without calling out, not wanting to be a burden.

He'd been alone before. 

He had to be strong.

"It's okay... it's okay..."

He repeated over and over as he hugged his legs to his chest, forcing himself not to cry out.

Lost in his misery, he didn't hear the bathroom door open and it was only when he felt the mattress sink and a warm hand rest on his shoulder that he realized his lover was there.

The florist called softly to him, "Aziraphale?"

Aziraphale shook his head, his face buried in the pillow.

Crowley continued, "What is it, my love? I heard you calling."

Oh no! He had called out loud!

Crowley would see how weak he was. 

He, too, would think he was a loser. 

Aziraphale, too embarrassed to meet Crowley's gaze, shook his head into the pillow once more.

He felt so pathetic.

Aziraphale felt Crowley's hand begin to run his fingers through his hair, and his voice whispered softly, "I'm here. Calm down, my love."

He longed to lean into his lover's soft hands, to revel in the tenderness and kindness offered, but his reason told him not to let go.

To stand his ground.

"Won't you look at me? You know I won't judge you. You know you can show me anything. I won't think less of you."

More than the few words, it was the understanding and love he felt in the florist's voice that made Aziraphale give in.

He turned to Crowley and, succumbing to the craving that gripped him, reached out to pull his lover to him and buried his face in the warm belly, feeling the darkness slowly dissipate just because of his lover's closeness. Crowley placed his hands on Aziraphale's head and continued to stroke his hair as he spoke soothing words in a soft voice.

Aziraphale had gone so many years without any gesture of physical affection that now that he was receiving it, the threat of his nightmare had caused his body to overreact.

Crowley's touch was like a balm, soothing, healing and comforting.

Overwhelmed, Aziraphale could not hold back his tears, such was the relief, and he began to sob. As he had never done before.

Crowley whispered softly, "Oh, Aziraphale. Come here." 

With Aziraphale still clinging to his waist, the florist managed to slide into the bed until they were lying against each other. 

He wiped away the remaining tears with his thumbs, planted a soft kiss on Aziraphale's forehead, then pulled him even closer, pressing his face against his neck.

Then he whispered softly into Aziraphale's hair, "Let go, my angel, let me take care of you. Let me give you what you need."

The softness of his lover was what finally caused Aziraphale to completely let go.

He cried over the years of emotional deprivation, of repressed desires, of love not received, not given.

Crowley remained constant with his touch and words of comfort.

Until the tears dried.

Then Aziraphale lifted his head and hand to draw Crowley's face to his until their lips touched and melted in a soft, chaste kiss. Crowley took his face in his hands and kissed him again and again, pouring comfort and love into the kiss.

Aziraphale pulled away and murmured against his lover's lips, "Thank you. Thank you for loving me. I love you. Oh, God, how I love you."

Crowley replied, their lips still against each other, "I love you. I'm here for you. I will always give you what your heart longs for. All you have to do is ask."

He pressed his lips to Aziraphale's again, and the kiss continued until they parted to catch their breath.

The bookseller said in a broken voice, "All this time...all this time, I didn't know.... "

"You didn't know what?" asked Crowley softly, brushing his hair back.

"I didn't know I needed so much..." 

Aziraphale paused, unable to find the words. 

Feeling his heart break at Aziraphale's admission, Crowley nodded to show he understood his lover's point and said softly, "I'm sorry I didn't realize how much you needed it."

Aziraphale shook his head, "I didn't realize it myself, so how could you?"

Crowley opened his arms to him and said, "From now on, you'll never have to deprive yourself again. This place, between my arms, is for you. And you alone."

Aziraphale chuckled softly and didn't hesitate to snuggle up against him, burying his face in Crowley's neck.

Crowley kissed his hair and smiled before reaching over to turn off the light.

Then he whispered into Aziraphale's hair, "Sleep now, I'm here and I won't let go."

Aziraphale hummed into his neck in response, and Crowley tightened his arms around him, promising himself to always give his beloved what he needed.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable kisses series : here

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

The florist and the booksellers series : here

[thatlonelycactus]

People have talked about this before but there’s something so powerful about the plant scene in season 1.

Crowley’s flat is his domain, his Eden, and he is its ‘god’, I mean the guy (not guy) bought himself a fucking throne for goodness sake. And I think it’s pretty commonly accepted that the way he treats his plants is how he feels the Almighty treated him.

Yes he shouts at them, threatens them, holds them to unattainable standards but I feel like he also gives them some kind of mercy. I mean Crowley’s issue with the Almighty comes from his sense of betrayal and distrust of them (me too mate tbh), he disagrees with them and hates the fact that they never let anyone even imply there could be a better way. And these are all true, he’s not perpetuating some rumour. But his anger also comes from the fact that they pretend (or atleast to him pretend) to love their creation. The creation that they always planned to destroy. They probably pretended to love him at some point too but that didn’t stop him from loosing everything he’d ever known or loved. We even see this in the cold open for the Job minisode in his monologue to the goat. He’s not only angry at the Almighty because of they outcast him for asking, he’s mad because he let himself think he meant something more to them. And maybe he did, but that’s not the point.

But Crowley gives his plants mercy, at least in his own sense he does. From what we know, he’s never let them think that he loved them, even though he does. The plants are one of the most important things to him and he treats them harshly because he wants to play God but also maybe because he doesn’t want to let them down like he was. Because maybe if there’s no love in the picture then failure and being outcast is much easier. Being discarded is much easier when you never thought you mattered to the being who abandoned you. The impact of the fall is much less when you don’t think the person pushing you off ever cared for you and never let you care for them. Right?

[darkhighness]

Good Omentober Day 15 - Snakes

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Everyone in Soho is surprised when the cheerful little bookseller has a great big snake as a pet.

Snakes were peculiar creatures. To the untrained eye, they were slithering scary monstrosities that terrorised the community. To those slightly more biologically intrigued, they were curious reptiles that inhabited most of Earth. To the incredibly intrigued they were limbless members of the reptile class in the suborder Serpentes.

To Crowley, it was simply a burden he had to deal with after his fall. He enjoyed being able to shapeshift and torment humans that were particularly annoying and there was a certain flair to hissing at people who walked too slowly in the street but there were most certainly downsides.

The constant desire to brumate had become a sticking point in his relationship with Aziraphale because although demons didn’t strictly need to sleep, there was something so comforting about getting cosy in the warmth and just existing without expectation. There were months at a time where Crowley would seemingly disappear off the face of the Earth because he had curled up somewhere to rest.

The warmth was another issue. Crowley hated the cold. It was arguably the worst part about living in London. He was constantly trying to seek out a sunny bench or a warm corner of the bookshop to curl up and relax in, his body always appreciating the extra warmth. Artificial heat could only do so much so he lived for the sunny days and sulked whenever there were clouds. And there were plenty of clouds in London.

This was one of those days. Crowley had been living in his car and there certainly wasn’t much in the way of comfort or warmth in the Bentley naturally so he had cosied up on the backseat in the small sliver where the sun would shine through and commanded the Bentley to crank the heat before he shifted into a snake. His body was half draped off the seat but as he lay on the leather seat he entered his state of rest and didn’t stop to care about what anyone else would say.

To a passerby, there was something terribly distressing to see a snake curled up on the backseat of someone's car. Crowley was a very large, very scary-looking snake after all. You could hardly say seeing a red-bellied black snake was an everyday occurrence in the city and one sitting on the seat of a vintage car was even more unlikely. A very astute pedestrian mentioned that they had seen Mr Fell using the car and that he should be made aware immediately of the snake’s presence.

“Mr Fell!” A distressed customer called, flying through the doors to stand panting in the bookshop.

“Oh dear, are you quite alright?” The bookseller asked softly, quickly pouring the young lady a glass of water before handing it to her. People rushing into the bookshop had become all too common as of late, the angel decided.

“There’s a massive snake in your car Mr Fell! It's on the seat!”

Aziraphale sighed with a knowing breath and headed out to where the Bentley was parked on the street. As promised, Crowley was curled up on the seat, blissfully unaware of the panic he had been causing. In his defence, it was quiet in the street when he originally shifted.

The angel opened the door and gently scooped up the snake before draping it over his shoulders. He made sure Crowley was lovely and secure before he reached into the front of the car and turned the heater off. He whispered a small thank you to the Bentley before hopping out to stand in the street with many concerned onlookers staring at him.

“It’s okay everyone,” Aziraphale assured, “This is just my pet. He’s got a nasty habit of getting away from me.”

The pedestrians were hesitant to believe him but went on with their days regardless. Aziraphale looked at all the plants that were crammed into the back of the car and looked down at Crowley who was comfortably wrapped around his neck.

“My dear, what mess have you gotten into now?” He asked softly, delicately stroking the black scales.

He brought Crowley inside and dragged a heater over to his desk. He pointed it at his feet and gently placed Crowley on a blanket under the wooden table. He watched as the snake spread out on the blanket and while he looked content, Aziraphale picked up his book and continued reading. Under the veil of darkness, Aziraphale moved all of Crowley’s plants into the bookshop. He had hoped the Crowley would’ve moved back into his flat at the next possible opportunity but here he was, curled up in the bookshop.

At some point, after placing the last Monstera into the shop and placing it on the windowsill, he sat on the floor beside the snake and just observed. Crowley rarely shifted into a snake, thinking it too much of a reminder to his time in hell, but Aziraphale was always enamoured. He would love Crowley regardless but his gorgeous golden eyes were so evident against the dark scales of the snake's body.

“You can sssstop sssstaring~” Crowley hissed, slithering into Aziraphale’s lap.

“Sorry my dear, you looked so peaceful,” Aziraphale assured before shifting the snake into his hands.

Crowley slithered back to rest on the angel’s shoulders, still mentally fuzzy from his brief rest. There was a familiar comfort from the fabric of his jacket and as he flicked out his forked tongue he was overwhelmed by the welcome scent of Aziraphale.

“Warm enough for you, my dear?” Aziraphale asked absentmindedly, flicking to the next page of his book. He was careful not to shift too much so as to not disturb his partner.

“Perfect.”

They stayed like that for the rest of the evening. Anyone who peered through the windows would see the angel sitting cross-legged on the floor and a sleepy snake curled up around him, neither of them with care in the world besides the other’s comfort.

[coyotestarcraft]

I Need To Know

Fandom: Good Omens

Poly!Aziraphale x Reader x Crowley

⚠️PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANYTHING LIKE THIS TRIGGERS YOU!⚠️

A/N: It’s been over a year since loss of my grandfather that I miss dearly, there’s a lot I want to say about him, but I’ll wait till the end, if you want to read it or not I don’t care, it’s just a way to show how much I loved him.

So please read this story and know that even though you’ve gotten into many fights or quarrels with your grandparents, they still love you, so go hug them or call them and tell them that you love them. Spend as much time with them as possible, because you never know when you’ll get to have that chance to spend time with them again.

And I call him papaw.

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First Person POV

I sat on that grass ledge expressionless.

I wish I had more time, more memories, more.....anything. I wished had spent more time with him, I wished had given him more hugs and kisses when I left for school each morning.

Now that I sit here and think about all of it, it doesn’t matter anymore....none of it will happen again because he’s gone...forever.

He used to say to me, “I love ya, but I don’t like ya.” I chuckle at that, it’s the first time in a while since a smile has taken over my face.

He used to aggravate the crap outta me, and honestly, I miss it more than I know. I hated it but as I sit here now I want that back more than ever.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice softly calls out, pulling me from my thoughts, I turn to see Aziraphale and Crowley standing between two trees and forest behind them.

“I was just thinking again, about him.” I say as I turn back around to stare off into the sunset that sets just above the horizon out far in the distance.

Maybe, just maybe I could ask.

“Aziraphale?”

He comes and sits next to me along with Crowley who sits to the right of me.

I need to know.

Now.

“Yes my dear?” He wraps an arm around my shoulder, looking at me curiously.

It’s now or never.

“Will you please....go...check on him?” My voice breaks as I try my best not to break down in tears.

“It’s against-“ Aziraphale gets cut off as he looks at my face and sees how much I need him to do this.

“I will see what I can do, if I have to fall to make your pain go away love, then I’m willing to do this for you.” He puts his forehead to mine.

Just one day is all I want, one time is all I need.

“Thank you.” I sniffled, it was hard not to break down, but after not knowing if he’s okay is rough.

I just need that feeling of relief knowing he’s no longer in pain.

*Timeskip To a Week Later*

Crowley’s flat had it’s comforts, he had his plants, Aziraphale had some books stashed somewhere and Crowley gave me my own room with a desk for drawing and to just hang out it when things go to be too much, it was a safe space.

I sat at my desk drawing away, Crowley was in the plant room yelling per usual.

To others it may have frightened them, but I laugh, it’s typical Crowley, the demon I have fallen in love with for a long time.

The sound of the door opening and closing is what draws me away from my desk.

“I’m back loves.” Aziraphale calls out.

I walk out and smile at Aziraphale who gives a wide smile back, he never did that unless it was good news.

He had been gone the past week, up in heaven doing work.

“I’ve got some good news my love,” he opens the door, and there stands my grandfather.

I stand there wide eyed and mouth agape.

“Hey huckleberry.” He says.

Tears fill my eyes and before I realized what I was doing, my arms wrap around his shoulders and I’m sobbing.

“You’re-you’re, okay, your not in pain anymore!” I smile appears on my face, I look at him and noticed how young he looks since the last time I’d seen him.

“Holy crap, when did you look like this! You had white hair and everything since we’d last seen each other!” I laugh.

“Things change dear, even in heaven.” He says.

“I guess so.”

We chat for a bit and I talk about how Aziraphale and Crowley have brought happiness into my life, how I’m working on bettering my mental health, and much more.

Eventually he has to leave, I give him a long hug and a kiss on the cheek, “I’m happy knowing your okay and not in that hospital bed in pain. It hurt when mom got the call about your passing.”

“You know I’ll always be here, in your heart.” He smiles.

“Yeah, I know pops.” I laugh.

“Please come back and visit, I miss you more than ever.” I say.

“Alright, but you know I’ll have to aggravate you.” He laughs, making me laugh along with him.

“Okay.” I say, he walks out shutting the door.

“Do you feel better?” Crowley asks.

I turn to him with tears rushing down my face, but I have smile, “yeah.”

He knows I need him, he knows I love him, he knows I won’t forget him.

THE END!

Rant down below! ⬇️

In case anyone wants to know, his name was John, that’s all I’m giving to keep his full name private.

I think he knew I loved him a lot even though I didn’t show it much, and yes the name huckleberry was an actual nickname he gave me and I hated it, but after he passed I came to like it.

I almost cried while writing this but I stayed strong.

I wrote this not for fun, but to get people to realize that you NEED to spend as much time with your loved ones as possible, not just your grandparents, but your parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, whoever.

It may seem like you have all the time in the world to spend with them, but that can change in a heartbeat.

I feel so guilty that I didn’t spend as much time with my grandfather as I should’ve.

Anyway! I hope you read this story and learned to not take time for granted, you never know when you’ll have that chance to spend time your relatives again.

[crowley-fe11]

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You, Crowley, are connected to Probably Ed or Crowley Your partner selected the Roleplay server. Please keep the chat clean. Your partner has a starter. Type /starter or tap here to see it.

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Crowley: /starter

Probably Ed or Crowley: ((Ineffable Husbands -- Most certainly Canon Divergence whenever s3 hits; 2 days to Christmas and Aziraphale has been gone since that day in the bookshop; narrative direction is Crowley as the Vessel for the second coming of Christ as a miraculous birth)) For once, snow was falling on London. A white Christmas. Just hideous. Crowley was furious at the whole world. He didn’t do anything. He walked around heavy, sometimes drunk and sometimes painfully sober. Shax’s new status meant that Crowley regained his flat, but he tended to haunt it now rather than live in it. His plants had grown too comfortable and their leaves turned brown and fell to the floor. The Bentley still got driven, but even she had become tired - the radio silent, the gears stiff. Crowley himself had managed to keep it together on the physical surface of his form, but look beyond the clothing and the coiffed hair and he was falling apart in much the same way. Nina called it depression, something Crowley had ignored. He didn’t go to Whickber Street much, but sometimes it was like he was being pulled in by his own temptations. He went to the coffee shop and felt a brief moment of happiness at how Nina and Maggie were now tentatively seeing one another, then angry at humanity for trying to spark joy in him. He doused it with bitter espresso and Nina chose to ignore how the blue sky outside her shop turned a dark grey and rumbled with thunder. On this particular day -- just two days from Christmas now, Crowley was in the park. He was sat on his usual bench under a miserable black sky, watching the ducks eat bread some tyrannical toddler was throwing into the pond. He’d have put a stop to that right away if he’d had the energy, but now he just watched the ducks clear every part of the loaf. There was a brief moment when he thought about tripping up the child’s mother, glued to the screen of her phone, so she fell into the pond but then the little brat started screaming that he was bored and the two sped along and left the ducks with the consequences. Snow was starting to gently fall and Crowley only found it more miserable. He glared at the ducks.

Crowley: As much as Aziraphale tried to push back on the next Great Plan, he couldn't find any way out of it. Though before he knew it- before he could prevent Crowley getting caught up in everything, it was too late. And now he had a job to do, just as Gabriel had before him. It'd been his first time back on earth since he'd left the shop, and he soon found himself bundled up and heading toward the bench he and Crowley usually shared. He could see the red headed demon there, and he drew in a deep breath as he drew closer. "Hello, Crowley," he greeted softly, knowing he'd have to tread lightly.

Probably Ed or Crowley: Crowley had been planning to get up and leave the park. There was a pub nearby he tended to haunt. Good spot for drinking -- no one paid him any attention, no one cared. The bartender happily plied him with drinks -- even let him have a whole bottle if he paid up in advance. Alcohol and sleep were the only ways to really numb the feelings that kept bubbling to the surface, and Crowley /hated/ the feelings. Aziraphale had abandoned him for some grand master plan up in Heaven... for some effort to be accepted and fit in or whatever tosh the angel had been thinking. He fucking /hated/ it. All of it. What was the point of any of it if Aziraphale wasn't here? But hearing the angel's voice so suddenly, feeling Aziraphale's presence when he hadn't been prepared... it was somehow even worse. Crowley scowled and immediately got to his feet. "Aziraphale." And then he turned to leave, trudging through the dusting of snow along the path that would lead back to the entrance. Back to the street. Toward the pub. Escape.

Crowley: Aziraphale shook his head and sighed to himself when Crowley started to storm off. "Please, you're going to want to hear this," the angel called after him as he followed, trying to keep up with the demon's longer stride. "I mean, at least a heads up. A warning, news, whatever you'd might want to call it." It was unavoidable, after all, and Crowley needed to know. Or they at least had to figure out a way out of this, if they could even move past things and work together on this. "Things are afoot again, and I don't know how to stop it."

Probably Ed or Crowley: "Planning the end of the world again?" Crowley replied, his tone icy. He paused for just a moment to glance over his shoulder. Mistake. Mistake. /Mistake/. Aziraphale was wearing the awful, boring gray and white suit that pegged him as an Archangel of Heaven. Practically a uniform. It made something in his chest clench to see the angel in such sterile colors. Fuck. "I'm not saving you this time, Aziraphale." He took a breath (technically unnecessary, but it made him feel better) and kept storming toward the entrance to St. James's Park. He used the angel's name, refusing to call Aziraphale by the old, sweet pet name /Angel/. That was a relic of a warmer, kinder time. Aziraphale no longer deserved that name.

Crowley: Aziraphale knew there was no good way to have this conversation, but the cold response was heart-wrenching in its own way. The angel furrowed his brows as he tried to shove those feelings aside and focus on what mattered. After all, it seemed Heaven just wanted a puppet to oversee their plans, not any actual change. "I've been trying to do that for you, Crowley. You've already been written into this one, and I couldn't stop it."

Probably Ed or Crowley: /You've already been written into this one./ Crowley did not like the sound of that. The Archangels were fucking nefarious. Could give any of the Dukes of Hell a run for their money with all their machinations. He kept walking, hurrying his pace. Whatever Aziraphale was going to try to tell him probably merited a healthy dram of whiskey. "Write me /out/ of it," the demon hissed as they reached the entrance to the park. Snow fell at a gentle pace on the high street. It muffled sound in a way that Crowley found imminently appealing, but just now he didn't like the idea of not being able to hear footsteps. Whatever Aziraphale was trying to tell him might involve the sudden appearance of /other/ angels and Crowley really did not want to have to deal with that. He stormed across the street, beelining directly to the favored pub.

Crowley: "You think I haven't already tried to?" Aziraphale replied as he fought to keep pace. As Crowley's choice of escape got more evident, his heart sank even further. Why did it need to be this way? It was probably best he be transparent, and before the other reached the pub. "Please, this is the Second Coming we're talking about." At least he hoped getting more specific would at least get the demon to listen. "You've been chosen."

Probably Ed or Crowley: The Second Coming. Of /course/ this was about the Second Coming. Aziraphale had stepped into Gabriel's shoes. Crowley had witnessed the argument of the Archangels. He knew what they were trying to plan. He was vaguely aware of how eager Hell was for the challenge in it all. They /all/ wanted the big fight envisioned in the Second Coming, the Rapture, and the ensuing Apocalypse. "I've been chosen for /what/ exactly?" The demon turned to give Aziraphale as withering and irritated a look as he could muster. He didn't want to deal with any of this and he hated that Aziraphale was a willing agent of the End. Crowley shook his head and tugged the door open to the pub. He knew the angel would follow. Crowley gestured at the bartender as he crossed the dimly lit room. /Whiskey. A double/, the gesture said. He had been here often enough that his regular order was well known by the few employees that maintained the bar. He stalked to his familiar corner booth and sagged down into one of the seats.

Crowley: Aziraphale decided to follow him into the pub sliding into the seat across from the other, determining just how to phrase this to the other. Crowley seemed to respond best to just putting it bluntly, but this also required somewhat of a delicate touch. He drew in a deep breath, fidgeting with his hands as he looked at the demon across from him. "Well, they've decided to go with the same sort of entrance as last time, miraculous birth and all," he explained briefly, his heart pounding. "And you've.. been chosen as the Vessel."

Probably Ed or Crowley: Crowley did his very best to /not/ look at the angel when Aziraphale slid into the seat across from him. He looked at the table, the wall, the bar. Where exactly was that drink? But when the angel started to speak, it was hard to not bring his attention back to the angel's face. Crowley stared at him. "The Vessel," he echoed, face blank. He looked up, grateful as the bartender came over with his drink. Thank fuck. The bartender looked to Aziraphale, as if trying to gauge whether he needed a drink too. Crowley sighed and leaned forward a little, elbow sliding onto the table. "Get him the same." Then Crowley took a long gulp of whiskey. His eyes closed as he hissed. "Chosen by /whom/ exactly? And... look... fucking /unchoose/ me. It's stupid. Why would a demon be the 'Vessel'?"

Crowley: Aziraphale was secretly grateful that Crowley ordered something for him as well. It'd been so long since he'd had anything to drink, and after these long months, he could certainly use one. He gave the server a small smile before turning his attention back to the demon across from him. "I've been overruled at every turn. There's no way I can stop this, and certainly not at this point," he explained, exasperation behind his eyes. "Something about redemption, I suppose?" He answered. He'd like to think if Crowley had accepted his offer, that maybe he would've avoided all this, but there was no guarantee that was the case.

Probably Ed or Crowley: The demon hunched forward and laughed. "Redemption?" He felt like he was slowly losing his mind. After months and months of alternating between drunkenness and sleep, Aziraphale was /here/ in front of him and trying to tell him something utterly absurd. "I'm not a Vessel." Crowley reached for his drink and took an exaggerated swig to emphasize his point. "Just tell them 'no', because I'm not bringing about the end of the world in any way and I'm /definitely/ not going to do /that/..." It was hard to even say the words. Carry a Christ-kid. A pregnancy. An Immaculate Conception. Whatever the right words might be... they echoed like absurdities in his head. They made him feel just a little crazy.

Crowley: "Crowley, it's going to happen," Aziraphale mentioned, desperation beginning to break through in his tone. The server had very fortunate timing, and his drink was soon brought over, and the angel look a good long drink from the low-ball glass before putting it down. "In all seriousness, this is going to happen, and I can't find a way around it. I have been ever since I stepped into this role, but I don't truly have a voice, and I don't have any power over what's to come."

Probably Ed or Crowley: Crowley glared at the angel from across the slim, aged wooden table. "I am /not/ doing it," he hissed. The demon punctuated his insistent statement with a long swig of whiskey. Then he gestured at the bartender for another. This first glass was /not/ going to be enough. "So you've worked out that you're a fucking pawn. A fucking figurehead. Grand. Good for you, Angel." The demon suddenly quieted. He hated how he had immediately slid back into the comfortable nickname for Aziraphale. He wasn't going to do that again. "I hope it was all worth it." Crowley hesitated only a moment before knocking back the rest of his drink. "I'm not going to be pregnant. Not going to carry a ticking time bomb for humanity. That's insane. Completely insane."

Crowley: Aziraphale sighed. He knew Crowley didn't have a choice, but he hadn't really expected much different. He certainly deserved the harsh words. "Not a minute goes by that I don't regret the choice I made," he admitted softly. "I genuinely thought I could make things better. That I could make heaven worthy of you, regardless of whether you're there or not. But I know I still hurt you in the process and left all we had together behind, and that's what I regret most of all." He met Crowley's gaze, or at least tried to with his dark glasses covering them. "I've missed you terribly."

Probably Ed or Crowley: "Good," the demon replied, leaning forward as his eyebrow arched. "/Good/." He wanted the angel to regret the choice. He wanted Aziraphale to go back in time and take it back. He wanted the angel to /see/ the desperation he had felt. Crowley knocked back the remainder of his glass of whiskey and hissed, eyes closing for a moment. "Make Heaven worthy of me? Fuck that. Fuck all of it. That's crazy... Aziraphale, you shouldn't have gone in the first place! That's insane. Completely." And he looked away. Crowley just couldn't look at the angel. It made him feel jittery and a little insane. He watched as the bartender returned with another drink and handed off a tenner to the man in gratitude. "You miss me. Great. Grand. Good for you. Now go put the Christ kid in some idiot's belly. Have fun. Annunciation day. Go for it."

Crowley: Aziraphale shook his head. "I know, it was a ridiculous idea. But I remember the angel you were, and you never deserved what was dealt to you," he told the other fighting the tears that started to blur the corners of his vision, though he fought them back as best he could. "But they've got a close eye on me right now, and I really can't waiver, as much as I agree that this can't be going forward at all, not with anyone." He took another drink from his glass, finding some semblance of comfort in it, even if current company didn't want to offer any. Not that he was deserving anyway. He should have listened, after all, but they'd still have a similar issue to worry about. "I need some sort of work around..."

Probably Ed or Crowley: That stopped Crowley up short. No. He /hadn't/ deserved the unceremonious Fall. He had only asked questions! Questions! And down he had tumbled for it. And now God was just /fine/ with him as the Vessel? That seemed ludicrous. He snorted and took a sip from his fresh glass. "A work around. Right. What exactly is the plan, Aziraphale? When is the Annunciation supposed to happen? I mean, when is the..." Oh, fuck. What was even the right terminology for this? "When is /fertilization/ meant to happen? We can walk the high street and find five willing idiots."

Crowley: "Finding someone else willing is all well and good, but that's not in the plan," Aziraphale told him. "It's supposed to happen any day. The message will to come to you in a dream- or vision, if you happen to be awake- and then it will be done." If anything, things were in motion already, and it seemed unavoidable so far. "There are already failsafes in place to ensure the pregnancy goes forward safely, so it's not as if we can easily just abort. I'm not sure what else can be done at this point."

Probably Ed or Crowley: Crowley hunched forward, elbows resting on the table. His jaw dropped as Aziraphale ran through a quick explanation of the process. "So. You're saying that I could actively try to /abort/ the fetus and God would just... prevent it. That's... this is torture. Aziraphale. That's fucked up. I'm not doing it." There was apparently no choice in the matter, so it didn't really matter that he was objecting... but Crowley was going to protest as loudly as he could anyway. He was done being an instrument of Her will.

Crowley: "Unless you can think of a way to get around it, but I'm out of ideas," Aziraphale mentioned. "Though I agree. It's extraordinarily fucked up. Makes you even wonder if She has a hand in things anymore," he mentioned. He knew a comment like that could land him in a great deal of trouble, but he knew the most he could accomplish would be to give Crowley a warning of what's to come, even if there wasn't anything they could do to stop it.

Probably Ed or Crowley: The demon's eyes widened, though Aziraphale couldn't see them. The angel had /actually/ said 'fuck'. It was a rare thing -- not completely out of the realm of possibility and it had certainly happened before, but it was beautiful in its rarity. He loved to hear the angel curse. This moment was a bit clouded though by the whole... situation. His fingers tapped against the glass of whiskey. "You're here to tell me I'm going to be up the duff with God's spawn and there's nothing you can do about it. A grand Annunciation in the style of Gabriel. Now what?"

Crowley: "The only thing I can think of is to try to ward it off somehow, but I'm not even certain that it would buy us much time. Or even work for that matter," Aziraphale mentioned with a shake of his head. "I figure if anything, you might have an idea of what we could try? If there's anything powerful that could keep you out of Heaven's reach." It could all be in vain, but he supposed if there was even a grain of hope to be had, maybe it was worth a shot.

Probably Ed or Crowley: Aziraphale looked genuinely dejected -- like he was actually trying to suggest solutions and as if he actually hadn't been the one to suggest a demon as the Vessel. That didn't really improve matters, but Crowley appreciated the notion that it at least hadn't been /Aziraphale/ nominating him for the job. "I could go back to Hell..." Crowley hissed and took another gulp of whiskey. He could stay in Hell for the rest of time to keep God from doing this to him -- She wouldn't want Her child born in Hell, after all -- but Crowley also didn't want to be there. And he couldn't just make it a year-long sojourn. God was as immortal as he was. She could wait him out. "I could go to... the Wolfhead Nebula or... some place in space. an't exactly have a kid born in the vacuum of space."

Crowley: Aziraphale mulled over the options Crowley gave him as he sipped from his glass. Hell was an undesirable, but realistically sound option. Though it would only delay the inevitable, and that in and of itself could put an early start to the War if Heaven sent anyone to extract him when they grew impatient. And space had a similar issue, where someone might put a stop to his escape. "Let's keep thinking," he mentioned. "Your flat is technically Hell's, right? Could that potentially be fortified any further?"

Probably Ed or Crowley: As annoyed and angry and hurt as he was, Crowley kind of appreciated that the angel was brainstorming solutions. Aziraphale had a focused, thinking expression on his face and Crowley could tell that he was actually trying. It made him feel at least a little better. Not a /lot/ better, but a little. And it put a temporary hold on all the hurt feelings swelling up in his chest. "It's not an embassy like the bookshop. Doesn't work that way. I could fight off angels with Hellfire, but that's kind of it. But you said the Annunciation would be in a dream. Not... it's not going to be some arsehole like Gabriel."

Crowley: Aziraphale shook his head. "No. If anything, this is the closest you'd get to an Annunciation in the classic form. If anything, it's sort of a Pre-Annunciation, in a way," he mentioned, though he could still see the pain in Crowley's expression. "I am sorry about all of this. I wouldn't wish it on anyone," he added as he looked across at the demon. "But I'm here for you, no matter what happens. However you want me to be there."

Probably Ed or Crowley: At least it wasn't Gabriel. There was that. Then again, Gabriel was off in the stars somewhere with Beelzebub, so of course it wasn't Gabriel. But it /was/ Aziraphale... and that was worse somehow. He looked down at his drink. "Yeah, well. Fine. There isn't really much you can do, is there?" And fuck. Crowley wasn't sure he even wanted to be here in the pub anymore. They shouldn't be talking about this where humans might overhear. He downed the remainder of his glass and then snapped his fingers. They were both suddenly in his flat. The space was darkened, curtains blocking out all the sunlight. Crowley immediately headed to the kitchen to seek out a bottle of something. It wasn't hard to find his way through the darkness. These last six months, the demon had embraced darkness.

Crowley: "I'm afraid not," Aziraphale mentioned just as the other miracled them to his flat. The change in venue wasn't a bad idea in the slightest, though it was clear how much the last several months had affected Crowley, even at the core. His plants, while they grew, they weren't as lavish as the demon always kept them, and the amount of darkness that overtook the room from the blackout curtains was on a whole other level from what he'd seen before. "I suppose... Oh, that's probably not the best of ideas either..."

Probably Ed or Crowley: "Not a lot of good options," the demon muttered, grabbing the bottle and a pair of glasses. He navigated his way around the kitchen island in the darkness, beelining to his kitchen table. The demon settled in his favorite throne chair, hunching forward to pour overly generous glasses of scotch. "Sit and drink or get out." He pushed one of the glasses toward a chair opposite him before taking a sip from his own. The burn just wasn't quite enough. It scratched an itch, yes, but it didn't save him from the angel's return, nor did it save him from the apparent future that lay in wait.

Crowley: Aziraphale listened and stepped toward the seat that was offered to him, sitting down across from the demon before picking up the glass. "The only solid defence I can think of is this: You can't exactly get pregnant if you already are," Aziraphale told him. "It's the idea that many humans take advantage of for contraception, is that they use hormonal supplements to trick their bodies into thinking they're already with child. I just don't know how else you do that with beings like us..."

Probably Ed or Crowley: Crowley snorted. "Can't get pregnant if I'm already pregnant. That isn't helpful at all." He wasn't exactly trying to get pregnant in the first place and God was omnipotent. If She willed it, he would be carrying Her spawn. Wasn't that how it worked? "You playing matchmaker now, Aziraphale? Trying to get me set up with some human in defiance of God?" Or, worse, with a demon. He suspected there were plenty willing down there in Hell. Demons were all about the visceral sins. They liked pleasure and pain and all the rest.

Crowley: "Well," Aziraphale started his heart pounding as he considered the whole idea. "If you would prefer me to play matchmaker, I can." How on earth was he supposed to bring it up? How he'd never forgotten just how perfect Crowley's lips felt against his own. How he would give anything to have that again, to make up for the way he pushed him away afterward. "Or, we even could," Aziraphale mentioned, wondering what Crowley's thoughts might be, though he was fully prepared for that to be thrown back in his face.

Probably Ed or Crowley: The demon's head snapped up in the darkness of the room, trying to study the angel's face. "We could /what/, exactly?" Crowley was pretty sure he knew what Aziraphale was trying to say, but he wanted the angel to say it directly. He wanted the opportunity to shoot Aziraphale down /directly/ and make it hurt. For six months, Crowley had harbored pain, anger, and resentment. There had been no way to assuage those feelings. They just clung to him day in and day out. Alcohol helped. Sleep helped. Being awake and sober was just... hard. Now was his chance to shout and rail against Aziraphale's choices. "Say it."

Crowley: "Look, I know I'm the last person you'd ever want to turn to, but just hear me out," Aziraphale told him. "Heaven doesn't have anyone physically doing the Annunciation. That means when it's attempted, it won't happen. And more importantly, if someone comes to check on you, make sure it's been done, they'd sense the child is of heavenly origin, so it would look like it worked." For once, it seemed like it could be the right call, at least to put the biggest stall to the Second Coming that he could. "I know I hurt you before, and this is such a twisted situation, but I want more than anything to make up for the decisions I've made, Crowley. You.. You mean the world to me, and I love you. Hence I wanted to make Heaven be a better place, and why I wanted you there with me. It was selfish of me to try to make that decision for you, but I want to make this right, if you'd be willing."

Probably Ed or Crowley: The demon huffed. He stared. He scowled. A shocking array of emotions crossed his features as he tried to process Aziraphale's suggestion. Despite his insistence, the angel wasn't saying it outright. Aziraphale was talking /around/ it rather than propositioning him directly. Crowley decided that was exactly what this was. The angel was propositioning him. Aziraphale's little plan was to put Heavenly spawn in his belly before God could do it. Trick the circle of Archangels who might actually check with a fetus of divine enough energy to pass as the Christ kid. It would be clever if it didn't just /hurt/. Crowley knocked back the remainder of his glass of whiskey, then hunched forward to grab the bottle again. "Your plan is to knock me up before God can." It wasn't a question.

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Chapter Two: Wilting Dreams

Nina's flat was oddly homey compared to how Crowley pictured it. 

She lived about a five minute drive from her coffee shop on the 3rd story of an apartment building. The apartment wasn't too small, but it was by no means big. It had two bedrooms, a bathroom, amongst all the normal home necessities.

After getting his plants set up in the guest bedroom Nina was previously using as a storage space, Crowley fell back onto his bed. It was not the most comfortable mattress, but at this point anything was better than sleeping in his car. 

In a perfect world, this would be the point that exhaustion hit Crowley, and he could finally sink into the void of unconsciousness. But, unfortunately, this is not a perfect world but, in fact, a world that hates any form of joy that could possibly bring the demon peace. Or at least, that's what Crowley thought - rather dramatically.

In a last ditch effort, he shut his eyes. The room was already dim to begin with, so with his eyes closed there was no light to be seen.  It was, in a way, comforting. The simple nothingness of it reminded him of before the universe existed, when all he had to worry about was if he thought the stars he was making were pretty enough. 

He remembers meeting Aziraphale for the first time. When no other angels would help him no matter how much he called out. When he first got to see his creation, the thing he had worked so hard to make, come into fruition. 

He remembers holding his wing over Aziraphale's head to make sure he didn't get injured. 

He remembers the pure joy he felt.

He remembers...

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Fumbling around with the scroll wasn't working, and Crowley was just about to give up on calling for other angels to help.

It was a very important job, he was supposed to start the universe. It astonished him that no one would want to assist him with it, it would be a great honor... maybe it had something to do with him?

He had built up quite the reputation amongst the other angels. According to them, he was always too curious, to amazed with the beauty in every little thing, too passionate about his work, and extremely annoying. 

At this point, Crowley had no doubts in his mind about God. Why would he? So what if the other angels were a bit rude to him?  Thats hardley God's fault. But something, something deep inside of him, knew it was wrong. 

That within the systematic gears of heaven there was turmoil. That the joyful existence everyone there pretends to have is tainted. 

He just couldn't place what it was.

Crowley decided to give one last shout for someone's help, one last attempt.

To his suprise, less than a minute went by before someone was in front of him. 

Aziraphale he called himself, oddly enough, Crowley already knew his name.

The conversation, starting the universe, and the rest if it felt.. hazzy?

Its not like he couldnt remember what was going on at the time, the pure emotion of it felt so much stronger than the actual memory.

His stars.. his precious stars, the things he spent all of his existence thus far creating. Sure, others had helped him, but no one else felt as awed by them as he was.

No one else saw the care and dedication that went unto each and every star. 

He couldn't contain himself, the excitement literally made him squeal with joy.

There was only one word to describe something so magnificent..

*Gorgeous.*

Then something Aziraphale said broke his trance. The words were lost at the moment, just a muffled mouthing of words. But Crowley then felt dread for the first time. 

What... it's going to.. to end?

Why would they do that? Why would *she* do that? 

No.. no that must have not been passed by her. She must not know how wonderful the universe is. How much purpose it can have. How much it means to him...

Of course, God wouldn't want to hurt him. He could just tell her about it. Talk, ask why it would need to end. A suggestion. A suggestion couldn't hurt.. right?

He looked to Aziraphale for a sign, any small facial expression or glimse of hope in his eyes. But there were none. Aziraphale's words were positive but his body language was anything but. 

It was.. peculiar. Crowley didnt remember paying so much attention to Aziraphale in this memory, to caught up in his masterpiece than anything else. 

"Forgive me"

Aziraphale whispered out before reaching over to Crowley and lightly pushing him over. For how light the push felt it had a catastrophic effect. 

All of a sudden Crowley felt like he was on fire. His back, his wings, his head, everwhere. It took him a second to notice but he was falling. Back to the ground, looking up to the heavens, falling. 

His thoughts were blurred, pain induced shock overtook him as he plummeted through the air. 

There was this wretched noise, an agonizing painful scream. It took him even longer to realize that it was him. He was screaming.

This..this isnt how the memory went. This isn't how he fell. Aziraphale would never do something like that to him.

Yet... yet it all felt so real.. so vivid.. so violent

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Crowley's eyes shot open. What happened? Who was he? Where was he?

He was frantic, almost fell out of bed in the panic. His body burned, but the feeling felt faint now, like a memory.

Slowly, he was able to regain a semblance of what had happened before he had fallen asleep. Nina's flat.. 2020s... just- dreaming.

*Okay* then. 

Crowley slowly stood up, only to see a note fall right off him. It was just a thin piece of paper with a few lines written. Still, he watched at the paper fell, or rather, sauntered vaguely downwards to the floor.

Once it had ceased motion on the wooden floor, Crowley bent down and picked it up.

'I get you probably need rest and all, but it's been a few days, and you're still asleep (is that normal??)'

'Anyway, I left this just in case you woke up and I was gone. '

'Watered your plants for you.'

A line was scribbled out, though he could still make out what it read. 'For heaven's sake- for hell's sake-'

'Take a shower damn it, eat something, take a walk, or go feed ducks. I have some bread in the cupboard.'

He wanted to laugh at her obvious confusion, but that was quickly covered by grumbling about how ducks dont eat bread. 

The note burned away at his fingertips, a trick he loved to do just for the satisfaction of seeing it dissolve.

With a sharp turn, Crowley started towards the door. But was yet again stopped in his tracks when he saw his plants. 

The once masterfully curated ferns were now wilting. Their vibrant green now a dull greenish-gray, a few leaves had holes in them, some even threatened to fall off. They looked destroyed, unkempt, uncared for.

Crowley knew the feeling.

He went to yell, grab one and kill it, threaten them, tear them apart. Whatever would make them look nice again, whatever would make them whole again, perfect again. 

Less than an inch away from grabbing one of the pots though, Crowley stopped dead in his tracks. 

He...couldn't do it.

After all the torment and trauma he had put his dear plants through, Crowley couldn't bring himself to harm them for slipping up this time.. because didnt he slip up as well?

He had gotten too comfortable being left alone by heaven and hell, too vulnerable. He was a fool to think after the whole Gabriel debacle that they could hust go back to that. Let alone finally be together. 

He followed the stupid advice of two stupid humans who knew nothing about their situation and now look where it got him. 

Alone.

Alone with a few of dying plants, in a dust filled bare room with an uncomfortable bed. Relying on the whim of a human who is less than 1/100 his age for housing and any form of a life.

Crowley hadn't noticed but he had sunken against the wall all the way down to the floor. And after he stilled once more a leaf, one of the few remaining spot free leaves, fell to the floor.

How ironic. 

He never wanted to fall. He never meant to be imperfect to those around him. He never wanted to disappoint anyone just by being him. But he did.

And then he tried to force that perfection onto the things around him. Put the fear of God into them, make them be perfect. All just to cover up how imperfect he was.

But now here he sits, in mindless contemplation, the most imperfect he has ever been. Next to the most imperfect things he has ever allowed something in his care to be.

What's the point anymore? There is no one to be perfect for anyway. No one who will bother him if he's a bit out of line. No one to get him into trouble with heaven and hell anymore.

Crowley is the most free he has ever been.

Yet, he is also the unhappiest he has ever been.

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@thatoneteen Sorry this took so long Dear, I've had so many finals.

It might seem a bit rushed atm, but I have a lot of ideas for future chapters and can't wait to write them out! ♡

[a-swiss-and-a-spaniard]

Five comfort characters

Thanks for the tag, @yoellglia ! Here’s a list of characters that I’m way too attached to (probably bc I can relate to them in one way or another) and love very, very much. In no particular order we have:

Neal Caffrey (White Collar): He’s an artist! Okay, a con artist, but that only makes him more fun! I love when he drags everyone (this inculdes his bff, the whole FBI team and his boss’ wife and dog) into being a part of his shenanigans. He’s also one of the reasons I got into art (my love for Monet started with this show). And he always did a cute little trick with his fedora, which had me obsessed to the point I took a hat and practiced until I could do it. Though I don’t think that skill has stuck with me lol.

Will Graham (NBC Hannibal): He is heavily traumatized and spends a good part of the show haunted by nightmares, drenched in sweat and in need of a hug (and proper medical treatment). He loves fishing with a passion and has a tendency to collect stray dogs (and actually cares so much for them, which is sweet if you ask me). Also, his style goes from scruffy and adorable to neat and sexy and it shouldn’t be possible but he looks great in both.

Nick Nelson (Heartstopper): This boy is indeed a golden retriever. He’s probably the fluffiest character on this list and I basically would’ve loved to be him in my teens (this sounds like it was too long ago, but I’m just about to turn 23 lol). He loves sports, sucks at Mario Kart, has a dog called Nellie and the best part: I’m positive he gives some of the best hugs in the whole world. He’s also the best bisexual rep I’ve seen so far and I’m glad he exists.

Crowley (Good Omens): David Tennant is him, I can’t imagine anyone else playing this demon who’s been in love with an angel for over 6k years (they’ve seriously taken slow burn to a whole other level, but that’s another topic). I absolutely love how much the character plays with style. His snake tattoo is my favorite and his glasses are iconic (tho I must say I very much like his snake eyes). If I was to cosplay a character it would be him. There’s also something about the way he moves that’s so compelling to me. I love his mannerisms. He’s also a plant dad!!! And by now I’ve associated half of Queen’s discography with him and well, Queen is one of my favorite bands ever so yeah.

Sherlock Holmes (ACD Canon): I’m specifically talking about Sherlock from the original works/novels. He isn’t an egotistic, arrogant asshole that seemingly has no emotions or compassion for others. No, no, he’s actually just a nerdy, kind weirdo with too many feelings. Seriously, just read one of the many stories there are and you’ll see the difference. And before someone comes at me, I’m not hating on any adaptations here, I’m just stating my point of view and personal preference. Anyway, one of my favorite Sherlock moments is from The Musgrave Ritual. Sherlock was supposed to be tidying the apartment bc it was littered with his stuff, then Watson asked him about the contents of a wooden box and ofc it ended in story time. And well, I don’t know about you, but I find his getting distracted with old stuff while cleaning very relatable.

[crown-ov-horns]

I said I have 4 storylines of Good Omens fanfiction (including the Crossover with Legion). Had I said that today, I would've lied. There's five.

["Diary entry" under the cut, so there's no litany on an unwilling scroller's feed]

NOTE: I haven't seen S2 of GO, not do I intendt to, so beware of canon divergence

Well... The 5th one is less a coherent storyline, more a concept. I was playing Gardenscapes, and suddenly thought "What if F!Crowley were my Antichrist's mother?"

You know, maybe Crowley owed Satan a new Antichrist, or something. I guess, she'd have screwed up this one, too... Well, she'll gladly take over the world, she just won't destroy it.

The conversation (between myself and myself) went about like this:

Me: ...

Also me: what if?..

Me: for fuck's sake, not again

Also me: Lady Crowley...

Me: please stop

Also me: Was Maxine's mother?

Me: whyever would she be her mother?

Also me: because she owed Satan for the ruined Apocalypse, and had to carry the next Antichrist

Me: Maxine doesn't want the Apocalypse, she's a sane politician

Also me: works for Crowley

Me: she also has black hair and blue eyes

Also me: Satan has black hair and blue eyes, Benedict's not his faceclaim, anyway

Me: fine, why would her last name be Frost?

Also me: Satan goes by Lucian Frost on Earth

Me: why would he ever go by the surname Frost?

Also me: a not to Dante's Inferno

Me: I hate you

Also me: 🤪

Me: you're killing me

Also me: with pleasure 😊

[End dialogue.]

Now, like I always do with any new idea, I of course collapsed down into the daydreaming pit, which often turns fanfiction, and original stories alike, into Tolkien-level complex universes you'd need a lifetime to fully explore.

I thought, it could be funny. When Max meets Anathema and Newt's daughter Agnes in Oxford, they can bond over their unhinged families.

"You'll probably think my parents are weird as fuck, they have a pet raccoon they dye black, and pretend is a cat."

"Honey, no, I get you. My mother mentally abuses her house plants, and wears sunglasses at midnight."

Rich people things, I guess. I mean, they're both nepo babies, who would ask questions about why their families are weird. Who would ask questions about why a rising star politician's mother mentally abuses her house plants.

There's a lot of potential for comedy. Crowley's issues with her sister-in-law, for example. Satan and Michael... They have a strange dynamic. The last time they spoke to each other is mentioned in the Book of Jude. But, they both have the familia ante omnia, blood is everything mentality. They support each other's political aim. They would kill for each other. And, Michael feels very protective (possessive, even) over her niece (the family mediator, why do you think she's a perfect diplomat). It would annoy the Hell (Heaven?) out of Crowley. Still, in the end, she and Michael would probably kill for each other, also.

I'd imagine Satan forbidding any contact with his disowned son... I don't know. In my fanfictions (where he is a thing), Maxine and Adam usually do have eventual contact, and consider themselves siblings (do keep in mind, though, Max would always choose her father over her brother). Satan doesn't mind her not wanting the Apocalypse, as long as she's loyal to him. He sees good points in her arguments against. He never really cared for it, anyway, it was mostly the armies.

Also... Maxine rides horses, ever since she was a child. Crowley doesn't get along with animals, everyone knows that. But. She's the nightmare equestrian mom (think soccer mom, only worse - much worse). How does she get along with Max's animals?.. Well, Titan (the hellhound) actually likes her. Ulysses (the horse) tolerates her. Horus (the falcon - yes, Max's so posh she's in the falconry hobby)... I have no idea. He'd probably sit on her shoulder, sometimes. But, Crowley's anxious around him, since snakes aren't usually friends with raptors.

At first, I thought about conflict between Crowley and Maxine. For example, her refusing to ride in the Bentley, because she (every author must place pieces of them in their characters) despises Queen. But... I don't like writing that. I like writing loving, healthy relationships between mothers and daughters. So, it's more "What do you mean you're bad at being a demon? You caused the Fall of Humankind. None of them can compare to you", and"You'll be the perfect Secretary-General of the United Nations, honey". We love mothers and daughters supporting each other here. ❤

I even thought of cute scenarios, like Crowley coiling in Max's crib, because she's anxious, and wants to protect her baby.

Max is fiercely protective of Crowley. That's why she'd be in conflict with Beelzebub - funny enough, for a similar season to the other stories (Beelzebub causes the death of her adoptive mother, after she realizes she's raising the Antichrist). Beelzebub hates Crowley, and the Beast of Rev. will show her very sharp teeth, should someone threaten her mom. Satan's on his family's side, don't worry.

Actually... You know why this story is cool? Horrific things happen to Crowley in my other fics. Not this one. Actually, she's doing great. She's the Queen of Hell. Damn... She'd outrank Beelzebub. She could terrorize... Her? Like I said, I haven't seen S2, Ι don't know the pronouns, and I don't care, you can get them right if it matters to you (I just know in S2 an actress from Bridgerton played her (?)).

As for Satan/Crowley... As long at Crowley's female, I don't mind it. I like it. Good for you, you little serpent tempter. Because, you know I always romanticise the Devil.

Have I any ideas for smut? You bet I do. I even have crack ideas... You know that picture of a female wolf protecting a male wolf's throat? Think that, but Crowley's coiled around Satan in her snake form, and snaps at anyone who wanders close.

So, I let this out into the web. Now I'll have to actually do it. Wish me luck. 😑

[feraltuxedo]

My Current WIPs

Just a little roundup of excerpts from my current WIPs.

All Lines Are Open (local radio AU in collaboration with @tawnyontumblr - the first chapter is out already, here is a snippet from the second:

Crowley pulled out the chair opposite Aziraphale and plonked himself down obnoxiously. Aziraphale barely glanced up. “I trust you'll be on your best behaviour today.” “You think my best behaviour will be good enough for Mr Mayor?” “I suppose it'll have to be. Please try Crowley. After last week-” “The man is a smug, entitled arse.” “He is our Mayor.” “The two things aren't mutually exclusive,” Crowley grumbled into his coffee. Aziraphale looked up sharply, his gaze promising all sorts of dire retribution to any talk show DJs who crossed him. Crowley bestowed his wicked estate grin in return.

Kidnapping AU (working title) - set in the 1930's, in which novelist and rich kid Aziraphale flirts his way through his own abduction:

‘So, how did you get into a life of crime?’ Aziraphale Fell asked rather conversationally, considering he sat on the passenger side of Crowley’s motor car with his wrists bound and a paper bag over his head. ‘Was it a lifelong ambition? A childhood dream? Or more of an accident, much like my own career?’ Crowley said nothing, keeping his eyes on the road, on the lookout for potential pursuers. ‘I’m a writer, you see,’ Fell prattled on. ‘Never intended to become one, I was simply a little bored after graduating. Then the novel became a success, and now here I am with a contract and a publisher eagerly awaiting the next one.’ He let out a dramatic sigh, which was somewhat muffled by the paper bag. ‘Murder in Eden, have you read it?’ ‘No,’ Crowley answered. ‘Oh.’ Fell’s disappointment was audible. ‘Bit of a busman’s holiday for you, I suppose.’ ‘M’not a murderer,’ Crowley said through gritted teeth. ‘Might become one, though, if you don’t shut up.’

Sexy Mr Collins fic (working title) - my contribution to the @ineffablyausten event, in which Crowley and his two wards get excited about a visit from the man who is set to inherit their estate.

‘I suppose it had been a feud back in the day,’ Crowley conceded. ‘I believe it was your great-grandfather… or his… anyway, your father hated the sight of the Fells, and they very much returned the sentiment.’ ‘And you?’ Crowley shrugged. His temperament was much too placid for an emotion as strong as hate. ‘So what’s changed?’ Pepper enquired. ‘Well, as your sister rightly said, Mr Fell is the legal heir to this estate.’ ‘Which he wouldn’t be if you were married with heirs of your own,’ Anathema suggested. Pepper laughed rather snidely. ‘Oh, please, who would marry him?’ Crowley nodded furiously. ‘Exactly, who would marry— wait, no. I’m a very eligible bachelor, I’ll have you know.’ ‘Right. I’m sure all the young ladies in London are queuing up to be acquainted with an ill-tempered, ill-mannered middle-aged man with two equally unmarried dependants to care for.’

Murder mystery AU (working title) - the most unfinished one yet, it's practically just a vague concept of Crowley being the owner of a record shop who gets dragged into a murder investigation:

Crowley prided himself on his collection of first printing Queen vinyls. Gave them pride of place behind glass, displayed in all their glory right next to the till, for customers to admire them close-up, before they inevitably took a hasty step back when they saw the price tag. Sometimes they stumbled. But before today, no-one had yet dropped dead at the sight of them. The glass smashed to pieces at the same time as Crowley dropped his plant mister, which had been aimed firmly at the browning leaves of an unruly pilea peperomioides in the shop window. ‘What the fuck are you doing?’ he yelled, entirely unaware that the man had just lost his ability to respond or, indeed, breathe.

[handgiven]

💋 !!

send ‘💋’ for a kiss from my muse / @heavenfelled

the angel had soon enough figured out the other's enjoyment of sleep. he didn't ask about it but didn't doubt crowley had their reasons. emmanuel himself had far too few experiences with actually sleeping to understand what those reasons were even if they were to have that conversation anyway. he elected, for simplicity's sake to rather accept it and move on. except, he couldn't quite. he worried.

he'd allowed a few days to pass, though his anxiety grew with each passing one, until he found himself standing by the other's door aimlessly yet again, wishing to knock but hating the prospect of rousing the other, thinking, wondering, changing his mind and then returning again -- well until the door just clicked and opened. he wasn't sure if he did that or something else. he didn't wish to think about it too much, because surely if he were the one who did it this could be considered wrong. but. was it wrong to worry for a friend and his indoor assortment of plants?

in all honesty, the plants helped him defend his actions in his eyes. he quickly sought out the watering can and started making rounds around the flat, trying not to be too nosy by looking around while also not missing anything that needed watering. sure, crowley could fix them up by himself with a snap of their fingers upon waking up -- but who would want to wake up to see all their plants dead and gone? won't the image always be on one's mind, even if they are brought back? isn't it the most wretched thing to see when one wakes up to see the world after a while again?

around that part of his justification process he found crowley themself. splayed over a chair in a position that did not seem particularly comfortable but once again, the angel supposed that the demon knew what they were doing. he wasn't planning on even approaching them but he made a note on a small pilea on the table. wouldn't it be just wretched to see a small dead plant upon waking up?

he came around closer, then, though ever so quietly, ever so careful not to give the other any reason to jump. they looked strangely serene in their sleep. their face was not pulling faces. they just existed within themself and for themself and the angel couldn't help pausing and watching them for a little bit. their eyebrows were a little tense, but their lips looked at peace without the pull of a smirk. he wondered if they dreamed. he knew humans did, he'd watched over a great many of them just to make sure they slept comfortably through the night, in spite of everything. could a fallen angel dream? why else would their eyebrows be this tense at such simple time as is deep uninterrupted sleep?

the sun fell in their hair and the light bounced red. in a way, the warmth of the light was welcoming. emmanuel didn't quite know where he gathered the courage but he pressed a soft fleeting chaste kiss where their hair met their forehead. he's done that before to ease a heavy mind in their sleep. and the other's brows seemed to relax. the angel breathed an exhale of relief while forcing himself to take his eyes off crowley and instead finally help the little pilea upon the table. he made a promise in his mind that he would be back. the plants needed watching over, after all.

[crimsun-n-clover]

i get kin assigned characters constantly

“you remind me of crowley goodomens”

“you’re sooo like eddie strangerthings”

“has anyone ever told you that you remind them of jon magnusarchives?”

“you look like dream sandmancomics haha”

“southpark goth kid”

fuckin etc etc with anyone who’s a gay edgelord loser.

you wanna know who i REALLY relate to??

—zuul / vince clortho ghostbusters - evil demon dog muppet thing that’s really horny for sigourney weaver. breathes like it also has POTS and lives in a fridge sometimes. fucks around and finds out. inconvenienced? turns to stone.

—lego batman - loser but funny and deadpan enough for it to be passable. miserable and likes objectively bad music. fuckin bats. lives in the dark and is nocturnal. will adopt some random sad kid that crosses my path as my own and take them to sketchy places because hey, we’re here for a good fucking time kid.

—luke skywalker - gay hillbilly who befriends insane old people. too much like his father. just wants to drive around in his shitty little car and move out. pretty girl says something and he just goes okay that’s my purpose now. will steal shit if necessary. gets bored and overthrows the empire. will make deals at a bar with some rando criminal and suddenly whoops ride or die bestie

—samwise gamgee - so meow meow. so dyke. so hopelessly devoted. loves plants and some light drinking. holds serious fucking grudges. thinks the weird pretty little brunette is hot, snoops on him a little, suddenly is taking the ring to mordor because he knows too much. yeah sounds about right. not to get into his actual character or anything but DAMN that shit gets too real sometimes.

—daria mtvdaria - bitch with one friend. music nerd and total asshole, but in an autistic way. everyone around her either thinks she’s weird or almost admires her ability to just be so indifferent to social norms. parents push her in the wrong direction in an attempt to better her.

list to be continued.

now let me give some counter arguments.

—crowley goodomens - i may be a sunglasses indoors, all black wearing queer, who presents as any and all genders whenever, is kinda evil but in a campy disney villain way, raises bitchy kids, is very attached to their car, drives too fast, is a queen / velvet underground superfan, fucking WHATEVER. my polar opposite oldest best friend i was in love with hates my fucking guts. so SUCK IT. i WIN. and also i’m temporarily banned (self imposed, no one controls me but ME) from the velvet underground and queen because that shit gets too real when you’re gay and heartbroken. don’t fucking look at me right now man i can’t do this shit

—eddie strangerthings - really?? the cult of vecna??? temple of elemental evil is where it’s AT. he may have kiddos like me but he doesn’t LOVE THEM LIKE ME. i simply cannot see him taking sweet sweet lucas sinclair (who has done nothing wrong ever. in his entire life.) to waffle house. i do also have a rivalry with the basketball captain and therefore the whole team, but they only tried to hunt me down once and i intimidated them by chugging condiments. i play bass like a REAL sexy metalhead. and megadeth is better than metallica i don’t fucking CARE what you think. my battle jacket is way more kickass and i would love the smack the shit out of him for making dungeons and dragons “ohh!! that’s the stranger things game!!! the eddie game!!!!” and also people assume i’m talking about him when i bring up EVH. no. NO.

—jon magnusarchives - yeah okay maybe. skeptical asshole who’s that way to cope. you can’t explain it? i sure can. there’s something wrong with you. i’d at least like to think that i’m less of a dick and more sympathetic than him. also georgie is SO my type i would NOT be able to live with her as a fugitive like it’s nothing. rough exterior, cat loving and book nerd interior. but at least i’d be a hunt avatar. put fear into people the way i’ve felt it. the eye is kinda lame unless you’re an avatar and can just know shit. and when i find an author i like i immediately eat up everything they’ve ever written i don’t fucking care i love seeing common themes. also i would never talk shit about poetry it’s so fun

—dream sandmancomics - this one is mostly based on appearance and i haven’t finished the comics so like idk man but i feel like i’m better than him. just because.

[lovee-infected]

Hi there! How would the twst boys react to their s/o being slapped by Eliza 😂. Thanks for feeding us the wonderful headcanons! 💜

I love writing for such brilliant ideas , enjoy !

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle goes blank for a second , unsure what to say or how to react : Half of him wanted to act in and condemn ghosts for their arrogance to lay a hand on you but on the other hand , he knew that he didn't have the right to ; It was their brides choice and she did have the right to do it - which wasn't really pleasant -

You give him a sad look , expecting a show of mercy of sympathy , but he didn't move an eyebrow

You run to a silent corner to cry , and he comes after you . Riddle gives you a hug and apologizes that he couldn't help anything back then

He criticizes your movements as well , how you didn't present yourself properly and why Eliza could've changed her mind

But in the end ; he gives you a small reminder : " Perfect or not , know that you're enough for me ,"

Trey Clover

He got slapped himself so he understands how the world flashed before your eyes for a second

You look a bit down about failing so easily while you were trying to help ; but so did Trey . You get each other on that point

He barely notices it but he literally doesn't know how to flirt , but he tries his best to cheer you up "Ah don't give me that face ! At least you were waaay better than me,"

Well , maybe you weren't such an overly perfect being but neither was Trey , he was just an ordinary guy you'll get to see everyday ; not a stunning prince . It seems like the two of you come from a rather similar level

Perhaps that's why the two of you get along pretty well

Cater Diamond

You didn't expect him to even put his phone down for you but he eventually did ; you find it pretty odd to see him this eager about anything without wanting to share it via Internet , but it also means that he does care for you

He doesn't bother touching your cheek and asking if it hurts

He plants a small kiss on your blushing face and then goes salty again : " So glad that she didn't get you , means you're still all mine ! "

He brings up his phone and before you could've recognized , takes a selfie of him kissing an all shocked you . You beg him to delete it but he isn't listening , but he insures you that this one's a private issue so he won't post it ; perhaps the first selfie he isn't going to share anywhere

Ace Trappola

Trey and Riddle grab his body and mouth before he could do something stupid , how dare she , how dare she slaps you !?

Ace ws already tired of this drama with the hopelessly romantic bride , and you were the final shock .

" SHE IS A HUNDRED TIMES BETTER THAN Y-" Ace tries to shout at Eliza but Riddle grabs him by collar and puts a hand on his mouth : "YOU IDIOT WHAT ARE YOU..."

You come to calm him down , insisting that it's really nothing important , you didn't care . He still seems to be really pissed off at Eliza : " Huh , does she really think that she's any big deal ? My- girls are really crappy sometimes ,-"

Ace refuses to believe that you don't feel any offended so he pulls you to his embrace and keeps on sending you positive vibes non-stop : " You're gorgeous (y/n)! I mean it ! You're smart , talented , dignified ..."

Deuce Spade

He is low-key happy that you two join him at the losers bench . At least you won't now see him as the awkward loser he was in front of Eliza ; not too much to say

"So you too got slapped ?" he tells you he has no idea how to start the conversation

He knows that he is supposed to do something better but he is just blank about it

One half of him wants to hug you and tell that it's fine , then ask if you think he's awkward or something . But the other half just doesn't know what to say

He says that you two must learn some social skills together , that's the most he can do to flirt now : He soft boy

Leona Kingscholar

He actually doesn't mind insulting you a little for getting slapped . He's pissed off himself so he appreciates teasing you

From putting on a cocky smile and smirking to playing with you using sarcastic words

His very last sarcasm seems to be the worst : " I can say that you are way lower than royal standards ,"

But he puts a different end to his words : "...But since I as well got rejected , I guess we're now rejected mates ,"

Is it his sarcastic way of saying a small "I love you" ? Yes it is

Ruggie Bucchi

He didn't bother to come and try proposing , but wasn't expecting for you to try either . He lets out one of his Hyena-like giggles and comes to you

" Was that bride this savage ? Then I'm thankful that I didn't show up ! " he sneakers

He disappears for a second and comes back with an ice-pack : " Geez , it's my third time doing it today . Come over ," he tells you

He already did it for Leona and Jack because he was told to , but he is all ready to give you all those services and more to you

He does enjoy teasing you , but nursing you in situations like this is another hubby of him , after all you're an exception

Jack Howl

He kinda feels guilty about you getting slapped ; he shouldn't have let you tried it anyway . The possibility of you making it was low and you weren't a NRC student anyway

He knows that everyone else were the same but when it was you who got slapped right in front of everyone , he fears it being an issue

He quickly checks on you to see if you're fine and or need a doctor

He is a bit worried about your face swelling so he takes you school's nurse

On your way back , you thank him because of caring for you and he starts to blush and denies it all : " What do you mean ? It was nothing important . No need to thank ,"

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul grabs your hand , wishes Idia a happy marriage and the two of you leave the rest in the middle of chaos

He nags under the lips , telling how he wished others to let him turn her into a little clam

He telles you what an unfortunate soul Eliza is , not only did she die on her marriage day but she also lost perfect lover such as you

He doesn't care about the rest now , so he decides to leave them on their own and instead , have some free time with you

While you wear having some tea at mostrolounge , he shakes head and insults Eliza : " You are surely too much for her , my dear (y/n) . Ghosts always envy humans ; specially when it comes to someone as great as you ~"

Jade Leech

Eliza is now pretty odd to him , first she dislikes the flowers , and now , she rejects you ? Ghosts seem to be even weirder than surface creatures , he thinks

He understands the high standards required while choosing a partner , but you don't seem to lack anything ? How strange

He even cares to ask Eliza about what she might have disliked about you since you don't seem to have any problems , but he avoids it anyway because he isn't ready to get secondly slapped

He offers you a short walk with a bright smile , and you accept

" Miss Eliza surely has weird standards , (y/n) sweetie . You were perfect enough to win ,"

Too bad Crowley insists on them respecting their ghost visitors as long as the stay , Jade is really encouraged to give them a lesson . But uh , he has to have a hold of himself as Octavinelle's vice dorm leader

" Too bad she is dead , flowers would have had an interesting effect if she weren't ," he sighs

Floyd Leech

This bride is getting on his nerves , loud , dumb , in love with a blue , awkward chicken and finds silly excuses to reject everyone proposing to her. If she weren't dead , Floyd would wish her to be . Some brats are better dead

He doesn't see any need to spoil you , but he decides to spill somevtea since it was you " Don't worry shrimpy . You may not be perfect , but she's worse than you , " he flirts .He gives you a tight hug and squeezes you , rambling that it's because Eliza didn't let him do that

He actually finds the red mark on your face cute , saying that it makes your skin color just similar to a shrimp .

He can't help loving your -shrimp-like face - and so , he lowers his head and gives it a small kiss

Vil Schoenheit

If Eliza were alive , Vil would love it now to burn her alive in a huge dig of poison . Or maybe feed him to the dogs , both seem nice

He gently holds your face within his hands and carefully looks at the mark Eliza left behind

He curses under the lips and then pulls you into a soft hug : " Don't mind her love , lowly creatures are unworthy of true beauty , don't let their though bring you down," he mumbles

He absolutely hates being disrespected like this , so he leaves it to Rook and Epel ; though he doubts them being any helpful

He takes you to Pomefiore for firstly , making sure that your slapped face won't swell and then , giving you a full day spa . From extreme showers to putting on your makeup

When you're done , he stares at you through the mirror and smiles : " What an idiot she was to lose this stunning beauty of yours ,"

Rook Hunt

This bride keeps fascinating him , first Vil and now you ? Good god , she is pathetic

Rook really looks up to both of you as a symbol of beauty , grace and in general , perfection . Seeing the two of you being insulted like this is a real pitty

He is being relied on as one of the only four guys who didn't get slapped so he sadly doesn't have much time to comfort you now ; so he comes up with a new idea :

He asks you to give him the pleasure and be his : Bride model ; he has got plenty of tricks up his sleeve , but he still needs to practice them on someone

His long and beautiful poem which was hiding an I love you within its words , and his brilliance ways of winning one's heart leave you speechless ; not ever imagining that he might be this much of a romance man

He practices literally anything he was planning to do with you , and then comes up with the final words : " Dearest (y/n) , would you give me the honor of being your servant of love for eternity ? "

Epel Felmier

You got...what ? Epel was a normal guy at least in his own opinion , Vil senpai was surely beautiful but...not perfect either . But why you ? You didn't seem to have any specific problems . He doesn't like this thing with proposing anyways , so he was hoping someone , specially you , to succeed before he has to...

He is supposed to be practicing dos and don'ts of being a perfect groom , but he just can't do it without checking on you

He comes to you and gives you a tight hug , asking if you're alright

He confesses that he as well is now really scared since he has never even kissed a girl before , but he's going to try his best and put an end into this

He isn't the best of his own , but if a prince on a white horse is what this Ghost needed , he is going to make it , and prove it to you that he can

Kalim al asim

He doesn't know what is going on when you face him with your half red face , he gasps and worriedly starts asking questions : was there a fight ? Did you get hurt ? Was someone trying to bully you ? Who on earth had dared to do this to you !?

You explain the whole issue with he ghost bride and how almost everyone got slapped , making him calm down a bit

He now wants to have a word with this bride , it's rude to slap people just because you don't like them and that really bugs Kalim

Jamil stops him by reminding that it's none of Scarabia's business and as the dorm leader , he has to stay here taking care of more important stuff

Kalim has to agree but he isn't quite satisfied , but he comes up with another way to cheer you up :

" Imagine you're the bride and I'm proposing to you , let's see if I get slapped or not ! "

Jamil Viper

Just as Kalim , he can't imagine why you got slapped for at first but when you explain , he chills a bit

Most of the brides Jamil know gave in to marriage after being given tons of gold and jewelry , but since it is with a ghost , he wondered what might actually attract her. Princesses have to marry people from the same level as themselves , probably a prince or someone pretty rich ; so he isn't really fascinated that you and others all got slapped

He can't help it much , but perhaps insulting all other guys losing their chance is something he would appreciate talking about . It isn't clear if he wants you to feel better by neglecting every other guy or is just trying to chill a bit ; anyways it's joyful for you to talk and having him spending some time with you alone

Idia Shroud

Idia is locked inside the room ,, but he hears sound of you trying to propose to Eliza . His feeling are a bit complicated , both hopeful that Eliza would give up on him because of you and jealous of Eliza , whom you proposed to. No one's here to see him can freely admire your beautiful words coming one after one , and then an unexpected sound : You got slapped

Idia now has lost both his very last hope to get freed and his temper : His hair is slightly turning read . This crazy bride made him lose the global championship league of his favorite video game (since he was tied up by her ) and now slaps you !?

His thoughts are really wild now , especially because of how he can't do anything at all . He wishes he could see you and tell how beautiful and great he thinks your proposal was , hopeful that it'll make you smile

You still went out of his way and tried to free him , and that was more than enough for Idia . All he wishes is to see one more time and get to tell how he feels for you♥

Ortho Shroud

This ghost : Kidnapped his brother and now , slaps you

Who says robots can't feel anything ? Because now , Ortho is mad

He really does want to hack all of NRC's servers and share pictures of ghosts who dare kidnapping and insulting students without the principal doing anything . That'd be an end to Mr Crowley's career but since he isn't doing anything serious , he deserves it

You apologize him because of failing to save his brother , but he just gives you a hug telling how scared he is

You and Idia are the most important people in his life , he just can't stand having you hurt . Not even imagining what he might do if he loses any of you

Malleus Draconia

He wasn't there to recognize this any sooner , but Lilia and Sebek did tell him everything .He shouldn't show up in front of any other students (because they might spoil his real name ) and shouldn't show up in front of any ghosts (because they may catch him and force him to propose ). He was thinking of meeting you in front of ramshackle drom ; your regular corner but since there as well is haunted by the ghosts , he can't help but to wait for this drama to cool down

When you finally return to Ramshackle dorm in the middle of the night , your unexpected guest , tsuno-tarou , is waiting for you

You are suspicious that you didn't see him at all today , so he explains that due to some reasons he couldn't make it . He says hat he doesn't really know what had happened since he stayed in dorm all day , so you go on telling everything from the very beginning . He already knows everything but wants to hear it all from you one more time . He likes to see what they all might've looked like into your eyes . When you're done telling him the story , he giggles and asks one more question ; just curious to see how you'll answer : " So didn't you try proposing , or did you as well get slapped...?"

Lilia Vanrouge

This day was getting more and more complicated... First getting rejected for being too cute and having his 500+ year reputation ruined like this and now , you being the second to get slapped ; this isn't fair

He can help but to let his tears fall , if he's too cute then it's fine for him to cry . Sebek and you freak out in fear of him being through some sort of serious pain or injury , then he just laughs and tells you that he's alright . He just needed to comfort himself but freeing those tears

He doesn't see any need of today getting worse , so he doesn't mind flirting a bit . He jokes on whatever you rejected for not being more frustrating than being too cute and laughs

He thinks that you may like to talk more , so he brings up a more interesting issue : His hundred years experience with women

You are fascinated at how many times he has joined ladies for dances or drinking , yet has never been on a serious relationship

He's actually trying to spill more tea of his low experiements with relationships , hopeful that you get his point

Silver

You return along with Lilia and Sebek. , all of having half of your face red . Silver wasn't there to know what was going on or why Sebek is shouting at him for being a coward not trying to propose like a real man . Poor boy is just blank

Lilia takes Sebek along with him and leaves the two of you alone , so you start telling everything over . He tries his best to hide his laugh at the point where Sebek got slapped but he failed , then Lilia and finally , you

You tell him that you really feel frustrated about failing others and not being good enough , but it makes Silver gently laugh : " Well , from Leona Senpai to Mr . Vil , they all got slapped one by one , doesn't it sound a bit weird ? "

You surely don't get hos point so he continues : " When someone keeps rejecting everyone one by one , it means that they don't really know what they want. They're seeking perfection ; but no one's ever perfect enough for them . Through lovers would still love each other aside lacking too much on their own , and that's what makes their love last : They complete each other "

His words really move you and make you ask how he can tell all these words so beautifully

He gives you small smile and adds : " Well , it's because I've experienced it all with you "

Sebek Zigvolt

Having both master Malleus and you insulted on the same day : This is too much !

You shouldn't have been the one forced propose while others like Silver were laying comfortably on a sofa dreaming of rainforests and colorful birds , it wasn't your right !

He doesn't even ask , he immediately takes you to the nurse office to put a stick on your slapped face . You insist that it's be too much but he isn't listening

He then , apologizes for about an hour for not talking you out of something that wasn't even your duty and promises that there won't be a next time on it

You really get concerned at how stressed out this boy suddenly gets over nothing , so you cut him off by pulling yourself to his embrace and giving him a hug . He freezes at first , but then relaxes and hugs back

" Promise that I'll never let you down (y/n) , never"

♦♥♠♣

Tagging : @lilyholo @yourlittlerunt @minteasketches @epher-posts @takumipineapplexd @yandere-of-your-dreams

[potter-loves-malfoy]

hi, do you have any drarry ficrecs which are between 50k and 150k?

I sure do! and uh this list kinda got away from me,, there's.. a lot.

What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym –– 131k

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Every Me and Every You by bixgirl1 –– 69k

Harry liked his life just fine, thankyouverymuch — so it was bad enough when a sly fairy cursed him to leap into alternate realities. But seeing Malfoy in all of them? Definitely way too much. And worse yet: needing the bastard's help to figure out how to get out of of it.

It was a disaster waiting to happen, really.

Well... probably.

Reparations by Saras_Girl –– 87k (note: this is part one of a series that makes it well over 150k)

Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.

Helix by Saras_Girl –– 92k

Seven months after the end of the war, Harry is feeling lost. Fortunately, he is about to be offered an unexpected and sparkling chance to find himself again. [2014 advent fic]

Running on Air by eleventy7 –– 74k

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

The Printed Press by Soupy_George –– 119k

Draco Malfoy was still slightly amazed that he was standing on the doorstep of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. He never would have thought that Harry Potter's very public and very ... sweary, emotional explosion would have led to him offering Draco, of all people, a job.

Right Hand Red by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill) –– 73k

Harry felt Malfoy's breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.

Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.

Malfoy felt inevitable.

At Your Service by Faith Wood (faithwood) –– 95k

Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There's only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi –– 57k

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop –– 113k

Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him.

When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?

It actually hurts by parkkate –– 51k

For years, Draco has tried to avoid Harry Potter. He just knows he’ll make a fool out of himself if they spent more than five minutes in a room together. Unfortunately, Potter suddenly seems intent on becoming Draco’s friend, but neither of them are prepared for the inevitable consequences...

Lessons in Humility by playout –– 86k

After the dissolution of his marriage and a good bit of soul-searching, Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new Defense teacher. Go figure, it happens to be the same year Draco takes over the role of Potions Master. Neither man is happy about this turn of events. Will they be able to set aside their differences and learn a thing or two about trust and humility on the way? (Spoiler Alert: Yes. Very much so.)

A Lick and a Promise by tackytiger –– 55k

Something sinister stirs in Hogwarts!

When magical creatures and students at the school are hit with a debilitating blood curse, Minerva McGonagall approaches the Ministry for help.

Star Auror Harry Potter seems to be the obvious choice to go undercover—as DADA Professor, naturally. He’s going to need the help of the Ministry’s foremost expert in blood magic to get to the bottom of the mystery, though, and he’s not entirely convinced that going back to Hogwarts with Draco Malfoy is a good idea.

Things are complicated between them—what’s new?—but they know they have to learn to work together (and keep their hands off each other in the corridors) in order to solve this case. Luckily for them, Hogwarts itself wants to lend a hand.

A tale of love, lessons, and learning to really live.

Azoth by zeitgeistic (faire_weather) –– 88k

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

Balance, Imperfect by bixgirl1 ––88k

When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source.

Burn The Witch by lettersbyelise –– 95k

When Harry Potter is sent in to investigate Draco Malfoy’s successful potions company, posing as Draco’s bodyguard, he doesn’t know the case will launch a series of events that will change his life — and Draco’s. A story about choices, scars, Chopin piano pieces, and finding all kinds of love in the most unexpected places.

Chaos Theory by Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley) –– 102k

Chaos: when the present determines the future, but the approximate present does not approximately determine the future. One gene varies, one neuron fires, one butterfly flaps its wings, and Draco Malfoy's life is completely different. Draco has always found a certain comfort in chaos. Perhaps he shouldn't.

Harry Potter and the elusive day off by pleasebekidding –– 71k

Auror Potter needs a fucking break. He is wiped. He is exhausted. He probably didn't intend to put himself into a magical coma but these things happen. And who cares, really? He is comfortable in a house where he has hidden away all the shit he can't deal with.

Guaritore Christopher Black is an exceptional psychiatrist with a specialisation in sleep disorders. He is also Draco Malfoy in a Glamour.

Minister Hermione Granger knows the dangers and the complications, but she needs her best friend back.

Light up the Night by Saras_Girl –– 98k

This year, despite his better judgement, Harry’s love life is going off with a bang. Advent fic 2019.

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl –– 114k

Professor Malfoy's world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound –– 149k

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

The Light More Beautiful by firethesound –– 81k

Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter's help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn't been enough to dim Draco's obsession with him.

Thine Enemy is Sweet by XxTheDarkLordxX –– 52k

“The ex-boyfriend of my ex-fiance is my partner in crime."

A story featuring a ragtag team of morons, bickering enemies that can't agree on anything, a heist that surely won't end well and a connection that neither Harry or Draco can deny.