#I want Crowley to blush and not know how to react

[pockykierra]

If there’s one thing I want more than anything in season 3 of Good Omens it’s for Crowley to hear Aziraphale say fuck. But not simply that, I want him to say it with his whole chest and for Crowley’s brain to SHUT DOWN

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Twisted Wonderland

Reacting to you trying to go back home

Characters: Overblotters

Notes: Yandere/Toxic themes involved

"Crowley thinks he might've found a way for me to get back home!"

Riddle Rosehearts

He looks at your smiling face and something in him breaks. He should be happy for you, he really should. This is what you had wanted from the beginning. To see your family and friends. To be free of magic and almost getting killed by overblots.

But you should've been happy here. He'd order his card soldiers to keep the rose garden in prim condition for you to gaze upon whenever you visited. The birthday parties always included a dish you liked. You got along well with Trey and Cater. Sure, Riddle was strict with his rules, but he grew more lenient with you. Surely, you could see that.

"That's wonderful news. And you're...happy to leave?" He tries not to let his voice crack as he grips one of the legs of the table they had just used to share dinner together. Apparently for the last time.

"Of course, I'll be happy to see everyone back home. It is a bittersweet feeling though. I'll miss you all." He chooses to ignore the 'all' part of your phrasing for a moment. You'd miss him and isn't that enough reason not to go?

"We'd all miss you as well....I, especially,-"

"But I think it'll be good for me to go and be back with my family, you know?" You add and he tenses again. He knows well how important family could be, and he also knows how burdensome they are. His mother forced him to adhere to strict guidelines, and while it shaped him into the respected house warden he is today, it also made him afraid. Terrified, even, that everything would go wrong if the rules were not followed.

Perhaps that's what you needed. A healthy dosage of fear and some rules to keep you in line. You were his perfect rose, blooming and unblemished. You had always managed to drag him away when he got too deep in his studies and talked him down when his face became as red as the flowers in his garden. But now your edges have grown frayed. You're trying to go back to your roots but he'd rip you out of the ground, thorns and all, to keep that from happening.

"Right. Well, it's gotten quite late and it wouldn't be proper for you to walk back to Ramshackle this late at night." He sensed your confusion even before you could voice it. You've taken plenty of late-night walks before and this would hardly be on the top list of most dangerous things you've done at the school.

"I can walk back-"

"I insist. I couldn't let you go...to your dorm! This late." Riddle shakes his head and covers his blushing face with a hand as he stands up from the table. "I have a room for you. If you'll take it?" He offers his hand to you, hoping you will miss the small trembles.

You smile at him again and take his hand, sending warmth even through his gloves.

"Just for tonight." You nod. Riddle gives you a small, though tight at the ends. His rose didn't need to know about the details of their stay, only that it was going to last longer than they thought.

"Of course. Although I must make sure you have an adequate stay. Rules indicate that guests should have the most hospitable experience, no matter how long that takes to fulfill." Riddle answers with ease and you see nothing wrong with it. His rose would blossom even more under his careful watch.

Leona Kingscholar

"And?"

The notion of you leaving was laughable to him. You had already managed to barge your way into his life, ruining his plans at the Spelldrive competition, ruining his nap routines, and ruining his pride as a prince. And he wouldn't have it any other way. Though the latter is still mostly kept intact.

You look at him, seemingly flabbergasted by his dismissal.

"And...that means I'll likely be leaving soon." You tell him. He sees your small frown. You must think he doesn't care that you're leaving. But it was quite the opposite. As much as he would never admit it to himself, he cares so much that he denies any possibility of it happening. He knows you don't actually want to leave.

Leona watches you sit up from his bed that both of you had been lying in for the past few hours. He grasps your wrist before it can leave the sheets. His grip is tighter than usual. Leona had always been like that. He demanded respect and expected you to follow. You, of course, were not so willingly submissive to him but that made it all the more fun for him to make you.

"Ruggie isn't going to be back 'till later tonight. I've got more sleep to catch up on. Especially after you bothered me last night." Leona tugs your wrist to bring you back closer to him while he rests his other arm under his head.  Last night you had came to him, clearly anxious about something and didn't want to be alone. Anyone else he would have turned away with a scoff, but he's found over time that he has a hard time refusing you. As long as it didn't involve you trying to run away from him.

"Are you even listening to me?" You narrow your eyes at him and he smirks.

"I have and it sounds like a buncha nonsense. Go back to sleep and maybe you'll forget your dumb ideas in the morning." Leona grumbles and pulls you to his chest. He hears you huff but you don't resist, lying back down beside him. He doesn't know exactly why you're having these kinds of thoughts but it doesn't really matter to him. If you want to run, he is glad to give his precious prey a chase.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul's hands freeze in the air, his fork and knife about to cut into the juicy salmon that had been plated beautifully in front of him. He glances up at you, his smile also frozen on his face, as you were just talking about how much you enjoyed Night Raven College and the Mostro Lounge. All until you abruptly switched to this topic he thought he was doing a good job at evading.

"Ah, isn't that...delightful?" His words would have come off as calm to anyone else, but you notice the slight strain in his voice. You always seem to see right through him.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you-"

"Upset me? No, quite the contrary. I think it's wonderful the headmaster has finally secured your passage back home." Azul muses and goes back to cutting his salmon, though it's obvious that his cuts are a bit more jagged.

"Yes... he said it could be any day now." You respond carefully. You try to offer him a smile as you take another sip of the drink he gave you on the house. He could see the small ounce of hope in your eyes of going back to your world. That wouldn't do.

"Is that so?" Azul takes a bite of his food, swallowing before adding, "It's really too bad you won't be able to go then." He continues eating, ignoring your confused eyes as if he didn't just say the strangest thing.

"Why wouldn't I be able to go?" You ask slowly. "I mean, the transportation might be difficult but-"

"It has been a while so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised you forgot." Azul sighs and dabs his face free of any smudges with his napkin. "You may not step out of the bounds of Night Raven College by any means, including the Dark Mirror."

"According to who?" You let out a disbelieving laugh.

"According to Article 3 Section 5 of the contract you signed." Azul takes another bite of the salmon, not letting himself react when you slam a hand on the table.

"What contract?! I never signed anything!" You snapped. He remains as calm as ever. This time, you couldn't read him, couldn't even see his eyes through the glint in his glasses.

"You must remember when you agreed to work in the Mostro Lounge for a couple months. I had you sign an employment contract. I warned you about reading it through to the end. A suggestion I don't give to most poor, unfortunate souls in this school." Azul answers.

He did indeed give you the small packet to look through and recommended reading it all. It wasn't his fault that Floyd made a commotion in the kitchen just as you started reading the end portion. Azul urged you to sign it while he dealt with the mess that Floyd undoubtedly caused and you did, just missing the statement that required you to be on-call even after your employment ended, and being on-call meant you always had to be within a certain range of the lounge.

"You can't be serious." You utter quietly with wide eyes, realizing exactly what he was talking about.

"I'm afraid I am. But don't fret too much. I think you'll come to like it here." Azul smiles again. A smile that's hardly recognizable.

He watches you jump up from the table and storm out of the lounge, passing confused customers who glance back at him. He takes a drink from his glass. Azul isn't worried about you walking out. You couldn't leave here, leave him, anyway. And if you tried to hide from him, he would just send Jade and Floyd to hunt you down. You have become one of his prized possessions, and he isn't going to let you go that easily.

Jamil Viper

"Really? It's about time." Jamil comments as he starts chopping the vegetables you prepared in a bowl.

He had invited you to try some new recipes with him that he'd then distribute to the Scarabia students. For the past few months, you had been inviting yourself into their kitchen, much to Jamil's annoyance. You always offered to help him and he always declined, especially when it came to Kalim's meals. He was not going to lose his job over a pretty face. You respected his refusals but you still liked to watch him for some odd reason. Today, he finally decided to let you help him.

He appears to be half paying attention to your words while you're stirring the stew. "Haven't you been waiting a while?"

"I have. Crowley's been pushing off researching but I finally made him go through with it!" You look quite proud of yourself and if Jamil wasn't so irritated, he might have thought it was cute.

He simply hums in response and continues swiping his blade through the onion, each cut sharper than the next. He should be fine with you leaving. People come and go, after all. It would make things easier for him as well. He would stop getting distracted so easily, riddling his fingers with knicks from the blade when his thoughts drifted off to you.

"Kalim also promised to help me pack my stuff. He's eager for me to see my family." He sees you smile absentmindedly as you stir. Jamil's hand clenches tighter on the knife.

"Of course he did." He mutters to himself. Kalim got everything we wanted, didn't he? He got the wins, the praise, the Housewarden title. And now he was going to send you off. Jamil bet he was even encouraging you to go and like always, Jamil would just have to accept it. Only this time, he wouldn't. Jamil never got anything he could have to himself, always having to share with Kalim. You would be the one thing he could keep just for him.

"That reminds me, I needed to ask you something," Jamil says and you look back at him. He takes a step closer to you and leans forward, whispering the name of his unique magic. His lips widen into a smirk as he watches your irises fade to red.

"You'll be staying here, won't you?"

Vil Schoenheit

He raises a perfectly trimmed eyebrow as he works to pluck yours with tweezers.

"Hm? That's not the line, darling," Vil says. In your hands is the large packet of paper that contains Vil's script for his upcoming film. He had asked you to practice lines with him. You agreed and in exchange, you asked him to put some makeup on you. It was something he's been wanting to do anyway so he obliged. All was going well until you dropped this bombshell on him.

"I know, I was trying to figure out how to tell you and I accidentally just blurted it out," You sigh.

"Mhm. And Crowley has- Close your eyes, now - provided a way for you to get back home safely?" Vil asks as he moves on to your eyes, brushing an eye shadow across your lids that matches your skin.

"I don't know if anything about that man is safe, per say, but he did seem pretty confident about this." You respond as you keep your eyes closed for him. Vil shakes his head with a small 'tut'. The headmaster didn't exactly have a track record for reliability. He voiced exactly this to you.

"Crowley may just end up sending you on a one-way ride to nowhere. There's no telling where he could send you, why not wait for a few trial runs?" He places a hand under your chin. "And besides, why do you need to go home so badly?" Vil puts the palette back down and takes a tube of lipstick in his hand.

"Well, I want to see my fam-" You're forced to stop talking until he finishes applying the lipstick, "I want to see my family and finish everything I had going on there."

"If that's the case, I don't see what you could do back home that you're unable to here. And if you want to see your family, shouldn't you make sure your travel is safe so you can get back to them in the first place?" Vil questions as he wipes the small smudge of lipstick from the bottom of your lip with his thumb.

"That's...true." You nod reluctantly. Vil smirks a bit as he moves his hand towards the back of your neck, his thumb tilting your head up so you can look at him properly.

"Correct. And if I'm not mistaken, you've built quite the life here, haven't you?" He watches you slowly nod and he soothes the back of your neck with gentle fingers.

"You really want to throw that all away?" Vil looks down at you with questioning eyes even though he already knows the answer. You shake your head.

"No...but I also know that's something I'll have to do if I want to go home." You tell him firmly. Vil lets out a sigh and turns away from you for a moment.

"If you say so, but at least let me leave you with a parting gift." He turns back towards you and presents a small perfume bottle with a fancy font across the lid that you can hardly. It would no doubt cost hundreds in the market.

"My own creation that I've been working on. You're the first to have it." Vil says as he hands it over. You take it with a bright smile.

"Thank you! I'll try it on as soon as I get back to Ramshackle." You respond excitedly as you move to stand up from his makeup chair but he places a gentle hand on your wrist.

"I'd like to hear your critique as soon as possible. You are my perfect model, after all." He says with a glint in his eyes. You didn't seem to have any problem with that and sprayed a few spritz of the perfume on yourself, promptly passing out in the chair. You would get it through your head eventually that you belong here. You just need a little more convincing.

Idia Shroud

"Hold up, what?"

Your sudden words caused him to press the wrong button and his character gets brutally killed by one of the forest monsters in the game. You wince and put down your controller, turning towards him on his remarkably soft couch.

"Yeah...sorry to tell you so late but it looks like it could be soon." You say and Idia tosses his controller to the side, facing you as well.

"So you're gonna go? Just like that?" He asks in shock. You only recently just started playing video games with him in his room. Before, you had to practically beg him just to play a game with you when you were both in different dorms. It took a lot of convincing but he soon gave in after some persuasion from his brother. Once, you showed up to his room to see if you could play in person and he stared at you with wide eyes for about five seconds before slamming the door in your face, apologizing later over text.

He was unbearably anxious around you at first but he got used to the idea that you wouldn't judge him so easily. So he showed you another side, his more competitive and ill-mannered side to see if that would make you go away. And you still didn't. You instead embraced him for it. So why now were you just going to forget about all that?

"I-I mean I have to," You were clearly caught off guard by the intense look in his eyes, "I have a home and a family and friends-"

"Yeah, yeah, sure but what about everything you have here?" Idia insists.

"Everything I have here?" You ask.

"Y-Yeah, those first years, Grim, your dorm, me- many other things!" He stammers out. It would be way too cringe to mention himself deep down he hopes he's one of the things that could keep you here.

"Of course I'll miss everyone, but I miss everyone back home too," You say. Idia sighs deeply as he throws his head back on the couch.

"You're reallly set on this, huh?" Idia asks. You bite your lip and nod.

"But I still-" You try to add but he cuts you off.

"No, I get it. I wouldn't wanna be around me either." Idia sighs again. You look at him with wide eyes and fervently shake your head.

"No, it's not like-"

"You must have better friends back home if you're so desperate to see them again." He adds as he looks away with a frown. You don't notice him peeking back at you. You sigh and tilt your head so you can fully meet his gaze.

"Look, I'll talk to Crowley, see if he can push it back a bit." You tell him. He looks at you curiously.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna pressure you if-"

"No, it's okay. I want to spend more time with you and everyone anyway." You give him a small smile and he smiles back. He could play the pity card all day if it meant you'd stay.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus pauses in his steps, looking at you with a wide, curious gaze.

"You're leaving?" He utters. The two of you had been enjoying your nightly walks together back to Ramshackle. After one too many fights and attacks happening after hours on campus, he thought it best to escort you back home. He could easily teleport you both back to your dorm, but it gave him a good excuse to be around you more.

"Yes, hopefully it'll be soon. I'm excited to go back!" You smile enthusiastically and Malleus can only offer a grimace back.

"I suppose you could say I'm a little surprised. I thought you were happy here. Did I assume wrong?" He asks as he continues walking you to your dorm. Normally you would have never been able to keep up with his pace but he always kept a slower one for you.

"Oh no, I am happy here. My friends have been wonderful and I'm glad I'm friends with you. There's just some things I could do without." You mention offhandedly as you gaze up at the moon. He looks down to see it reflected in your eyes. The moon is wondrous but all he can see are the eyes that pinned a man who could never yield so deeply. You managed to befriend a dragon who is intimidating in every manner. That kind of connection isn't so flimsy that it could be dismissed by thoughts of departure.

"Things such as what?" Malleus perks up at the idea of solving one of your problems. As powerful as he is, there are a number of things he can't help you with. He couldn't do anything about your assignment getting deleted after your internet 'crashed' or about the friendship problems you once had with the Heartslabyul boys, but he's always eager to listen, just as you always do with him.

"It's just some rowdy guys from Savanaclaw who are still mad about the Spelldrive competition. They've been bothering me a bit but it's not a big deal." You tell him and he stops the both of you this time with a hand on your shoulder.

"Bothering you? For how long?" Malleus didn't mean to turn his hard glare on you but he couldn't help the fury building up inside of him. Many of the students already noticed your looming shadow that often followed you around like a lost puppy, which was usually enough to keep them from trying anything. Malleus isn't naive enough to believe that students at this school are always on their best behavior when he has his own business to deal with in the Diasomnia dorm. However, he swiftly and discretely took care of any nuisances that he happened to notice. He didn't think you were keeping anything from him.

"Like I said, it's not-" You try to soothe him but his glare only hardens.

"For how long?" Malleus repeats and he doesn't plan to a third time.

"For about a month now...but I can handle it myself!" You insist but he ignores the latter half of your sentence as his face morphs back into a gentler one.

"So that's what's been burdening you? I wish you'd have told me sooner but it's no matter. I'll take care of it." Malleus assures you.

"I mean that's one thing, but I have other reasons-" He cuts you off with a pat on your head as the two of you stop in front of Ramshackle's doors.

"You don't have to ruminate on it any longer. Do try to tell me about any other troublesome students in the future. I'll handle them and anyone else who tries to ruin your happiness here at Night Raven College." He vanishes in a flurry of lights before you can say a word. Any serious notion of you leaving is unthinkable to him, and if you do come up with more reasons, he'll make sure to take care of those as well.

[via-l0ve]

hii pretty!! i enjoy reading your posts a lot <33 i wanted to ask how you think the spn boys (gabe included if you want) would react to a reader whos very flirty in general to the point where they can't tell if they're for real or just playing (if it makes sense?) thank youuu 💘

Flirty (SPN pref!) 🩷

a/n: this is my toxic trait i flirt with everyone

warnings: nothing! kind of suggestive. sorry if spelling is bad i just did my nails and they’re interesting and long 💀💀💀💀

Dean:

Dean battles your flirts by being equally flirty

He thinks he fooled you until you keep flirting with him

he said

“oh?”

gets to a point where you got him blushing and kicking his feet like a schoolgirl

he’s confused but one day he just decided to cut your flirting off with a kiss and when you don’t pull away he decides that he won the battle

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Sam:

every time you flirt with Sam he just does a system shutdown

he literally just stares at you and blushes

at first he would just giggle

but now he dosent know what to do bc he’s just flabbergasted

so he starts flirting back but it’s bad bc he dosent know what he’s doing💀💀💀

love him please

kiss him

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Castiel:

Cas prolly dosent even realize that ur flirting with him until someone says something

then he gets flustered and has a system shutdown and never knows when ur flirting or just being nice

esp if you steal his clothes and become flirty

oooooooomg

he’s breaking

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Crowley:

Crowley is just smirking and giggling

like yes please continue flirting with him

he dosent know whether to flirt along or let it go because he dosent want to make you uncomfy

but at some point he just kisses you and you just go with it

he isn’t patient

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Gabriel:

he flirts just as much

like eyes up and down ur body and touching and flirting and EVERYTHINGG

he def one ups your flirts

he’s so cute

he makes jokes just for you

and never pranks you meanly

he’s a flirtatious man fr

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What a (Not so) Strange World XIX

(Don't just) Wait and Trust to Fate

A.N: I'm really sorry this is so short compared to the others chapters, I tried, really, but I didn't like where it was headed - honestly I'm not even really satisfied - but I felt that If I kept on re-writing it I would be forever stuck on this -more than I already was I mean . There's still a little bit of world building, because I like that, so let me know what do you think

Part XVIII Part XX

As a teacher, Crewel was used to not fully understanding the actions and reasoning of his students.

Most of them were puppies who did not yet fully understand how the world worked outside school - no matter how much many of them needed a leash to mitigate the damage of their walks.

Sometimes he found himself thinking that even some adults needed someone to teach them manners, given how some of their actions didn't make the slightest bit of sense.

Crowley did not really fall into this category: it was rather common knowledge that the role of HeadMaster was awarded not to the person with the greatest magical power, but to the person who had demonstrated an extraordinary ability to reason.

It went without saying that these people were often peculiar in the way they did things, and their motives were not always clear, but there was usually reasoning behind their decisions.

Crowel had proved to be that kind of person, so despite everything, it was hard to question what he did.

You didn't have the slightest confidence in him, you'd made that clear from the start, you'd made no secret of it, from the time you'd arrived at the NRC to the unpleasant situation Mr Roseheart had found himself in, there had never been a situation where you hadn't complained about the HeadMaster's manner.

Crewel had found it amusing at first, your obvious displeasure - and probable disappointment - in Croweley, but neither he nor Trein had really given too much thought to the situation.

The Headmasters were also involved in matters outside the school, increasing the burden of responsibility.

It hadn't been that strange that he'd forgotten to escort you to the room they'd prepared for you, plus there was also Yuu's situation to consider in all that.

But this was the first time in a very long time that Crewel found himself wondering what exactly was going through Crowley's mind

"So, you're telling me" he began, running through his hair, as if trying to see if he understood "That the Headmaster appointed Yuu and Grim to investigate all these incidents, you and a few other Heartslabyul students decided to join them, looking for possible targets and possible clues…"

"The Headmaster didn't appoint Yuu and Grim, he threatened them! How… this is…", shaking his head, irritated at the mere recollection. Puffed " Riddle and the others decided to help after what happened to Trey, but it seems that Riddle had already noticed that something strange was happening, so Cater had already noted down some possible targets. But we still don't know who the culprit might be."

"But you're working on something, I assume’"Your eyes had lit up. Crewel knew that light, it was the one that came on when you learned something new, when you got an idea ‘Is that why you came here?’

You felt yourself blush on your face. It wasn't as if you were trying to hide the reason for your visit, but the fact that it was so clear embarrassed you.

(But Crewel knew you, he knew how to react to certain things, and it wasn't as if you were so difficult to read.

You just had to observe carefully)

"Kind of…" you looked around at the various books, ledgers and filing cabinets in the room ‘ There is an archive for Unique Magic that I could use?…’

Crewel weighed your words for a moment, before heading towards an inlaid wooden bookcase.

" Every country does have a register of Unique Magic, but as far as I know you cannot see them without a permit. If you want to know more you should ask Professor Trein".

He levitated a pair of registers towards you.

" Some students develop their Unique Magic before enrolling, but some others do actually develop it here, and when they do, it gets written in here."

"And I can… have them?"

"Usually not. A Unique Magic is something personal to a Mage, and while for some it's not a problem to make it known, for others it is. But this seems to me to be a situation where an exception can be made. If your student has developed his Unique Magic during his schooling, you will find it written down".

He messed up your hair, advising you to get to class before you were too late.

(On the way you peeked, to see if the deer was still where you had seen it, but it was already gone).

You had felt a little guilty during the lesson.

Trein was going over the concept of magicpens, explaining their importance to a wizard, but you hadn't followed a single word: you were too busy trying to get something out of what Crewel had given you.

You had concentrated on the students of Savana Claw, following what Rook had told you, but you hadn't been able to find much.

The roster Azul had given you listed the players who possessed Unique magic, so you went to check which of them had developed it at the school, but none of their spells seemed likely to cause the incidents that were taking place.

All that remained was for you to investigate what the Unique Magic of those you hadn't yet eliminated from the list might be.

To think that the Housewarden was among them was already giving you a headache.

From what you remembered they hadn't been very hospitable the last time you'd shown up in their territory.

(When the lesson was over, Trein sent you an admonishing look, probably knowing that you hadn't followed his lecture at all and that this would affect your schooling.

It was no mystery, you knew that Trein always marked who attended the lesson).

You were near the courtyard when you heard Grim's shrill voice shout something, forcing you to turn in the direction his voice came from.

You were not surprised to see the three Problem Child and Yuu. What surprised you was seeing a third person with them.

You only realised who it was when he walked past you, moving away from the first years, while you did the opposite: it was Savanaclaw's little hyena.

While Deuce was worrying about how Riddle might react to the fact that “they'd let him get away”, you went to get the magic pens that had been - very kindly - left on a nearby wall.

Yuu filled you in on what had happened as Ace and Deuce - and Grim, especially Grim - got into a fight with Jack, who, honestly, you hadn't even seen coming.

Still, it certainly wasn't hard to notice.

The scene must have been funny from the outside: three students and a cat having a fight and two other students not far away chatting as if nothing was happening.

The fact that they had managed to find out that Ruggie was the culprit before you had mildly irritated you: sometimes you really complicate your life.

The fact remained that what Ruggie said was true: there was no proof that he had caused those incidents

(Semantics; if you had managed to organise things well you would have been able to find something, you were sure of that, but first it was better to listen to what Jack had to say)

"Cowardly tricks make me sick! There is no meaning in such a victory! I wanted to use my power to claim victory at the summit!"

"Ah" you heard Ace sigh "This guy is a pain in the ass."

You couldn't help but smile "You'll find that Jack here cares a lot about honour."

("I get it! I really get it! That feeling!"

‘We have our nuisances too’).

The information Jack had was extremely interesting - although the part where he talked about Leona made you smile: you remembered how he used to talk about Vil when you were younger - and had somewhat confirmed your suspicions

( and what Rook had told you. Now that you thought about it, you were ready to bet that the blond knew exactly who was behind this plan. )

You were astonished when the wolf said he didn't want to take part in the plan that Riddle - who had arrived with Carter - was about to explain, but you had to hold back a laugh when Yuu pointed out to him that he wouldn't be able to do much on his own

"I-it's back…' Prefect, blunt insight."

As you listened to Riddle's plan you couldn't help but think, amusingly, that Ace reacted to Jack's way of being, the same way you reacted to his

It had been a while since you'd found something funny.

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[mimisempai]

We no longer need to hold back

Summary

As Crowley enthusiastically recounts one of his sessions at the planetarium, he is amused to see that Aziraphale isn't listening at all and is staring at his lips.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #2: A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.

On Ao3

Rating G -  951 words

"I have to admit, Angel, even after all these years, humans still manage to surprise me. This afternoon in the planetarium, there was a little boy who couldn't have been more than five years old, and he knew an incredible amount about stars and planets, especially Alpha Centauri! Can you believe it, Alpha Centauri, Angel!"

Crowley was telling the story of his last session in the planetarium, but it didn't take him long to notice that Aziraphale was behaving strangely. Usually when Crowley talked about his 'job', he was all ears, commenting, reacting to the demon's story, but today the angel looked completely distracted, his eyes constantly lingering on the demon's lips.

Crowley had decided to ignore him for a while and had gone on with his story, pretending not to notice.

"You know the planet where his royal smugness and my ex-boss are having their honeymoon."

This time, when he saw that Aziraphale didn't react, he asked, "Angel! Are you listening to me?"

The angel gasped in surprise, then pulled himself together and quickly replied, "Of course I'm listening to you, my dear, you know very well I hang on your every word."

Crowley turned fully to face him and said with amusement, "I rather got the impression that you were more interested in my lips than the words that came out of them."

The Angel blushed slightly and began to stammer, trying to find an explanation.

"Um... I... actually..."

As the angel searched for words, the demon brought his face close and planted a light, quick kiss on the angel's lips, then pulled away before asking cheekily, "Now that I have your undivided attention, do you think..."

He didn't have time to finish his sentence because Aziraphale had cupped his face in his hands and whispered against his lips, "You absolutely have my undivided attention. "

Then he captured the demon's lips in a kiss that was neither light nor quick. He kissed Crowley like someone who had been deprived of food for days and was finally getting his fill. Crowley, though initially surprised by the angel's eagerness, was not to be outdone and wrapped his arms around the angel's neck, returning the kiss with the same passion.

Much later, when they parted to catch their breath, Crowley asked him softly, panting, "Although I find this extremely pleasurable, will you explain to me what was going through your mind, Angel?"

Aziraphale, looking embarrassed, lowered his head and mumbled something unintelligible. 

The demon grabbed the angel's chin and lifted it as he said gently, "Angel, I didn't understand, you'll have to say it again." 

Aziraphale sighed before saying, "It's because of Nina."

Crowley raised an eyebrow.

"Nina?"

"Yes, she told me she preferred it when we were pining for each other, because now we're so glued to each other that she doesn't dare come to the bookshop for fear of running into us kissing between the shelves. It seems Muriel has been talking a bit too much."

Crowley couldn't help but chuckle, but Aziraphale shook his head, "It's not funny, Crowley."

"I think it's pretty funny, actually, but it still doesn't tell me why you were so fixated on my lips that you wouldn't listen to me."

Aziraphale, still a little embarrassed, said, "Well, when you forbid yourself something, it's usually the thing you want most. It's all you can think about. That was the case with... with your lips."

Crowley laughed softly and replied, "At least you see how I've felt all these millennia..."

Aziraphale immediately replied, "You're not the only one who's felt that way, I'll have you know!"

Crowley's expression became serious again as he brushed Aziraphale's hair back, his hand lingering on the angel's cheek. He said softly, "All the more reason why we shouldn't hold back another minute. No matter what others say."

Aziraphale thought for a moment before nodding.

"You're right, I'm sorry, that was really silly."

Crowley shook his head and replied, "No, not silly, just a little too self aware, and then I admit it was cute to see you distracted like that."

Aziraphale replied, "It's all right now, you can get on with your session at the planetarium."

Crowley shook his head again and, moving his face closer to the angel's, replied, "I don't feel like it now, I've found a much more interesting activity."

He closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to the angel's for another kiss, Alpha Centauri and the planetarium far from their minds as it lingered.

"Aziraphale! Crowley! Are you in there? I think so if the door is open!"

Both startled, they separated at Nina's voice and both stood up, quickly putting their clothes back in order before going to meet her.

The owner of the coffee shop wasn't fooled though, and pointing to the coffees and cakes in her hands she exclaimed, "I thought I'd come to make amends because Maggie pointed out that I'd been insensitive earlier, but it turns out I was right!"

Crowley put his arm around Aziraphale's neck and cheekily replied, "Do you have a problem with that? If you're jealous, do the same with Maggie!"

"Idiot, that's called self-control."

Crowley replied, "When you've held back as long as we have, we'll talk again about self-control."

Then, ignoring Nina, he pressed his lips to Aziraphale's for another kiss.

Nina, surprised that for once she hadn't had the last word, placed the coffees and cakes on a piece of furniture, then turned on her heels and gently closed the door behind her as the angel and the demon continued to kiss.

One thing was for sure: life on Whickber Street had never been dull since these two had been together.

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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 😝

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[mommyashtoreth]

not aboit cro&azi but: opinion on the shallowness and frankly odd pacing of nina and maggies relationship? like one day theyre having stilted conversation, the next maggie is crying over how in love she is.

Hmm. Strokes my wizard's beard. Good question. Good Omens fans have caught on to how much I love the sound of my own voice but not on to the other facet of my deeply annoying yet hilarious and charming personality, which is that I love being contrarian. So, in that fashion, I must disagree with this assessment. As we discovered last night it's been a while since I've watched goomer (I may rewatch it soon, I may not, who knows) but I still think it's abundantly clear that Maggie has a huge crush on Nina from afar, and uh. this is gonna sound crazy but when you have huge unrequited crushes on people it can make you nervous and awkward when you talk to them. Idk I come from an Az-and-Crowley school of relationships myself, where you hang out with someone for eight kajillion years as Totally Platonic Girl Best Friends until one day you just fucking snap you NEED to fuck them so badly, but lots of people experience relationships the way Maggie does, it's a suuuuper common romance trope, and that doesn't make it bad writing! I think we're just so used to seeing this kind of trope be applied to straight relationships and the "platonic gal pals for eight kajillion years until one day you just fucking snap" thing be applied to gay relationships that people aren't ready for this "awkward stuttering and blushing because he looked at me! He let me borrow his pencil!" sort of trope being applied to a wlw relationship. I don't really think their relationship is oddly paced at all, it feels "awkward" because it IS awkward. Nina is someone who, like, barely knows Maggie exists, was in a presumably-monogamous relationship up until very recently, and got a bunch of water dumped on her and then had a trade meeting turned into a Regency ball because these two freaks who are her and Maggie's narrative foils can't just talk to each other normal. And she reacts normally to that I think! I don't think their relationship is badly written (it's probably paced better than, like, Newt and Anathema's, for instance, but I understand the difference in tone between s1 and s2 making those feel like two different cases), it's just yknow, under weird circumstances. Idk I just think it's funny how many goomenheads are completely convinced that Crowley is somehow in total unrequited gay love with Aziraphale (who literally wants him back so badly it makes me sick), and yet I'm here talking about how Maggie is kind of in semi-unrequited gay love with Nina and that's Fine. It's a good character thing. They parallel Az and Crowley in a lot of ways (a romantic obsessed with something near-obsolete who Doesn't Drink and a fast-living cynic who deals with bad shit by instantly initiating Wine Drunk With No Man To Feel Up Wednesday; they're even cast to kind of Look similar which I think is funny), but the structure and context of their relationship is not the same and thus cannot be compared. It's not a Writing Flaw or a Plot Hole or anything to me, it's just the simple difference between "crush before friends" and "friends before crush"

[doonarose]

Look. Smutty smut be warned.

It took about a week to get from sweet kisses to filth of a reasonable degree - I shouldn't be surprised. No one that knows me would be surprised. I know it's A Thing, but the Hozier album did not help. And now I have ideas and thoughts and I can type at about a hundred shitty words a minute. So anyway, it isn't fic, the fic will be 10000 filthy words, but it's a decent slab of the fic. Aziraphale and Crowley - guess who's found her Aziraphale voice? Guess who's Aziraphale voice is fucking delicious and dirty as fuck?

I will likely delete tomorrow morning and 50/50 never write the epic smutty fic. But for now, here's 1200 words to enjoy if you're suitably depraved. Specific warnings under the cut. HALP.

Smut tags/warnings: (hanging my head in shame mind you) bodily fluids, light comeplay/swallowing/tasting, very light bondage, teasing, allusions to blowjobs and rimming but actually not really any for reals aside from the first line (wtf), and I think that's it. Sorry.

***

Its on purpose, Aziraphale lavishing Crowley’s thighs and his arse and his hole with deep lingering, biting, licking kisses. He’s ravenous and it shows.

And then he draws back, surveys his work and Crowley blushes red from his temples down to his chest to imagine how he looks, tied up, splayed open, vulnerable, kissed and tongue-fucked to wet and pink and desperate.

Crowley’s cock throbs, untouched for too long, spasming against his stomach and a thick line of liquid threads from the head of his cock to his stomach where there’s a spot of undeniable, desperate pre-come pooling. His whole body wavers and shakes with each breath and shudder that forces it’s way through him.

Aziraphale cocks his head and traces the back of one knuckle, barely there, up the underside of Crowley’s cock. Drawing another pulse of precome from him alongside a low, butchered groan.

“You’re killing me, Angel.”

“Not yet,” Aziraphale responds, off-the-cuff and casual, like he’s perusing the sandwich selection during high tea at the Ritz. Then he leans in, the fabric of his undone tie dragging at the inside of one of Crowley’s thighs, unimaginably tactile, before Aziraphale’s mouth forgoes exactly where Crowley needs it. Instead, it settles across his right bottom-most rib, sucking and licking and then kissing down, down to the dribbled pool of Crowley’s desperation, lapping it up as he stares up Crowley’s body right into his soul.

He blinks slowly as he does it, languid, enjoying, smiling, as he licks and laps at Crowley’s belly until there’s nothing left to lick up and then he sucks, hard enough to break some blood vessels and leave Crowley squirming and on the brink of coming untouched. He hasn’t got his shoulders, arms pulled taught and tied behind him, and it’s starting to ache where he’s holding himself up with the muscles of his back and belly. But then Aziraphale grasps Crowley’s cock in his hand, tight at the base, no friction, just withholding. Crowley can’t look away. And Aziraphale sucks at the head, too rough to get him off, but wet enough to keep working him up, slick with spit and suction.

Pulling back and letting Crowley’s dick flop back onto his stomach, Aziraphale swallows audibly and then blatantly licks across his own top teeth as he sits back on his haunches, eyes closed, his face a picture of sated and saturated hedonistic bliss. He smacks his lips and Crowley’s hips buck up of their own volition.  

Aziraphale crawls up over him, a knee thrown over his stomach, achingly close to his cock, but settling too high for any contact. His hands thread into Crowley’s hair, back down to his cheeks, back up past his temples and into his hair, twisting and tugging, watching Crowley’s face as he’s helpless but to react.

“Something you want to tell me?” Aziraphale asks, fingers shuffling through Crowley’s hair, thumb tracing his jaw and then playing at the corner of his lips.

Crowley’s torn between trying to suck in his thumb, swallow him whole, and concoct a coherent answer, maintain some shred of dignity or the illusion he isn’t completely lost in the feel of his angel. He manages to turn his head and press his lips wetly to Aziraphale’s thumb as he shakes his head in the negative, straining against the silk scarf and calling on all the willpower in the universe to keep a hold of his hands trapped above his head.

“Nothing?” Aziraphale admonishes, clicking his tongue and looking disapproving. “No confession for me?”

Crowley shakes his head more emphatically, genuinely lost as to what Aziraphale wants – at this point he’d give him the moon and the stars and the planet if he though it would help.

Aziraphale shrugs and sucks the insides of his own cheeks and licks the backs of his teeth in a far too obvious way, Crowley’s eyes tracing every move. “Shame,” Aziraphale quips. “All those kisses, all those times you came to me, I know you took pleasure in tasting me.”

Crowley’s eyes go wide, that’s something he’s been extremely careful not to even think about too much, but it’s undeniably true. Toast or wine or scones with cream, oysters or truffles or whiskey. Always Aziraphale, but layers of whatever he’s enjoy before, usually right in front of Crowley, with his mouth pert and tongue licking, little merls and moans of pleasure as he enjoys his lunch of tea or snack. Crowley’s licked into Aziraphale’s mouth, every time searching for it, almost always knowing what to expect, and thrilling that he found it there, that he could taste it. But he didn’t know that Aziraphale knew that.

“Funny,” Aziraphale says, cupping his face and sounding too off the cuff for the piecing quality of his eyes, something wickedly playful there. “You’ve never been partial to tasting things.” He presses a chaste, hard kiss to Crowley’s mouth, no hint of taste, just the heavy, heady smell of sweat and the dizzying spell of too much of Crowley’s blood throbbing between his thighs. “Until me, that is.”

Another kiss, chaste and Aziraphale swallows and murmurs against his lips. Another and another, but unyielding, barely enamoured, instead teasing. Crowley wants nothing more than to grab him and devour him but without his hands, with barely any leverage, he’s helpless.

Aziraphale pull back, mouth falling open as he smiles and pants and Crowley thinks he can smell it, smell himself, in the puffs of hot air between them. His own mouth hanging open, chasing Aziraphale’s as he darts and hovers, just out of reach.

Leaning in close, still astride his waist, still fully clothed and unacceptably well put together, Aziraphale chuckles and asks. “What do you want?”

“Kiss me,” Crowley bites out.

Another hot, hard, chaste press of their lips. “But really?”

“Kiss me, you arse.”

Again, a simple touch of their lips together, not relenting, instead teasing, needling at Crowley’s inability to ask, to admit to it, even when he’s strung out, naked and tied up, his body keening with want. “Crowley?”

He gives in, angry and hot and urgent, “Fine! You’re right. Kiss me so I can taste it.” Aziraphale doesn’t give in, just smirks and arches an eyebrow. “So I can taste you,” Crowley tries again, but it’s not quite what he means. “Me,” he relents, “So I can taste me, and please, oh god… satan, Aziraphale, please let me come.”

That seems to please Aziraphale but he doesn’t duck down and kiss him like he’s silently promised, instead he reaches back, fingers feather light, delicate, careful, finding where Crowley’s leaked even more onto his belly and against the back of Aziraphale’s trousers, fingers dragging through.

He makes such Crowley sees it, the wetness glistening on the pads of his fingers as he holds it between them, strings of slick hanging between his fingertips as he spreads and flexes them. Before he slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks, moaning around them.

Crowley bucks beneath him and thinks very carefully about pulling his hands free, or just miracling them out and Aziraphale naked and beneath him. Before his can complete that thought, Aziraphale’s kissing him, open and dirty and embarrassingly wet. Tongue shoved into his mouth and it’s not just spit it’s his own salty metallic taste that he finds there, in the crevices of Aziraphale’s mouth. It should be filthy – and it is – but it’s worse, better, still that it’s his angel’s moth lavishing it on him. It jars with his reality, his expectations and assumptions, making his head spin and his back bow and something keening and desperate escape form his throat.   

[theselfshippingwitch]

Ray x Violet - A Christmas Romance - Monday, November 27th

Ray and Violet want to watch a movie. From ~ WARM HEARTS ~ CHRISTMAS ACTIVITY PROMPTS - "watching the same Christmas movies for the umpteenth time"

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The Ghostbusters had just gotten back to the firehouse, where Janine and Violet were watching TV. "Hey, guys!" Janine called out.

No sooner than she said it, Ray was up the stairs with the remote in his hands. "Hey, Janine!" He said quickly before sitting down next to Violet, who was already grinning. "You know what time it is?" Ray asked her excitedly.

"Deadly Dr. Crowley's Mad Monster Christmas!" They said simultaneously. The other Ghostbusters groaned.

"Ray, do we really have to watch this stupid cartoon after a long day of work?"

"It's not a stupid cartoon, Peter! It's one of the best Christmas movies of all time!"

"It's just another one of those silly stop motion Christmas specials, but with Frankenstein and Dracula in the mix!" Winston said.

"Yeah! That's the beauty of it! Isn't it amazing?" Violet chimed in. No one seemed convinced.

"Aren't any of you gonna watch it with us?" Ray asked.

"I have work to do tonight... fortunately for me." Egon walked off toward the lab. "Just make sure to keep it down out here."

"Winston?" Ray offered.

"Absolutely not. I'm not a five year old! I'm gonna see if Egon needs any help."

"I suddenly remembered, I have loads of invoices to process downstairs," Janine got up and walked away.

Ray looked at Peter, and before Ray could say anything, Peter sneered. "I'd rather stick my head in the washing machine on spin cycle. I'm going to take a nap. Wake me when you get a life, Ray, I'll mark it on the calendar."

Ray frowned. Violet put a hand on his shoulder. "They don't know what they're missing."

He sighed. "They never did appreciate the art of stop-motion animation."

"Still, they shouldn't be so rude. It's clearly something important to you."

"It's alright. They don't mean any harm by it. Besides, that's how everyone reacts when I get like this about the things I like. Ever since I was a kid with my brother and sister."

Violet moved to put her arms around Ray. "Well, I for one think your enthusiasm is justified."

He smiled warmly at her. "You're the first person who's ever told me that."

"I wish you would've heard it sooner."

He couldn't help but blush. Between her close proximity and her kind words, he hadn't ever felt so warmed, inside and out, before. "At least I've got my con buddy to watch this with me."

"Always!"

[ritz-writes]

eek sorry it took so long to react to this, i got busy irl

BUT IM HERE NOW SO LETS GO!

Just as a reminder, I do take requests for this fic

slotting this into the "important info" folder of my brain

Approximately 8 hours. That’s how long you’d been driving for.

my partner and i drove 14 hours to get to our current house and only stopped for lunch once or twice, so this is light work for me 😎

“Honestly, I get that we’re on a bit of a time crunch, but if we don’t stop for a real break soon, I’m gonna lose my mind.” “What,” snorts Crowley from the driver’s seat, “You mean you’ve had it this whole time? I am shocked.” You stick your tongue out at him, and lean over into Sardis’ space to make sure Crowley can see it in the rearview mirror.

PFT

OH BOY DID HE EVER.

sardis my bby boy what did u find!

“I’ve found an art museum nearby,” he says.

*narrows eyes* what kind of museum

“We’re here!” You sing triumphantly. “Are you serious?” Crowley asks. “Oh most definitely,” You reply.

what kind of museum???

“Perhaps I’ll stay here,” he says. “NOPE!” Crowley calls, crouching to look at Aziraphale through the driver’s door, “You wanted an art museum, angel, you’ve got one!”

WHAT KIND OF MUSEUM DID U PICK SARDIS??

Sardis laughs and Crowley snorts, and the three of you lead the way into Barney Smith’s Toilet Seat Art Museum.

...im sorry, barney smith's what museum??

omg i clicked on the link and wow thats a lot of toilet seats. if i ever go here, im only going to be thinking of this story

Aziraphale and Anathema follow behind, pretending not to know you.

HAHA

so they both look away while you take the opportunity to notice the tiniest of blushes between them. Ha. Softies, the both of them.

cuties <33

Painted upon the high ceiling is a recreation of Michelangelo’s painting The Creation of Adam. However, this particular adaptation features a closeup of the hands – with God handing Adam a roll of toilet paper.

*texting my partner* babe i have a new place to put on our bucket list. its very important i swear

You hear Crowley snort. He comes over to you and Aziraphale just so he can say to you “Most useful she’s ever been, eh?” “CROWLEY!” Aziraphale exclaims in disgust.

CROWLEY ASDFGFDS 😂😂

Oh. He’s lonely.

🥺

“Oi!” Crowley announces, “Angel! Come look! This one’ll perk you up! It’s got sheet music on it*! Get it?? SHEET MUSIC!”

PFTT

“It appears to be an excerpt from Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture. Specifically the bridge, which is famously known for including cannons as a musical instrument.” He glances up at you all sideways, the tiniest of Michael-Sheenian smirks upon his lips. “It is indeed, sheet music.”

i lvoe him i love him i LOVE HIM SO MUCH

Sometimes you just gotta stop and smell the toilet seat. And no, I will not apologize for that line.

😂

* My Dear Reader, I need to pull you away for a minute to quickly tell you that I have never been to this incredible museum, so I have no idea if this particular piece actually exists. But I had to, you understand. I just HAD to.

i swear if i got here and there is in fact a piece like that there, im sending u a pic and just screaming "SHEET MUSIC!!!"

OKAY POLL TIME! hmmm i think a random motel could be fun, but im wondering if we could get a pov shift of crowley and aziraphale talking to sardis while anathema and reader r asleep. but imagining aziraphale being aghast at the state of a middle of nowhere motel is very appealing to me, so thats my vote for sure

amazing work as always <3

Fanatic Intervention Part 18!!!!!!

I haven't been able to write for a week and it made me all squirrely.

Alright so the vote was for a weird roadside attraction, and I got THE MOST AMAZING recommendation. Just as a reminder, I do take requests for this fic :) This particular attraction was suggested to me by @hummingbee-lievable and I mean, I just couldn't say no. You'll understand why when we get there.

Here are some links to the music mentioned, in case you haven't ever heard it and want to :)

Vivaldi's Four Seasons

Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture

Let's do this.

Beginning || Previous || Next

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Approximately 8 hours.

That’s how long you’d been driving for.

Aside from a couple bathroom breaks, and a quick trip through a fast food drive through (Aziraphale complained until you managed to persuade him to try french fries and a chocolate shake – suddenly he became positively fascinated, much less whiny, and much more fun to be stuck in a car with), the five of you have basically been on the road non-stop. You’ve all run out of things to talk about, the playlist has been shuffled and reshuffled often enough that you’re becoming able to tell the difference between the different concertos and symphonies that Aziraphale added. The SUV, roomy as it is, is becoming stuffy, and frankly you’re starting to feel sore in places that are going to make the next 20 hours of this...difficult to say the least.

“Okay,” You say, breaking the silence, “Honestly, I get that we’re on a bit of a time crunch, but if we don’t stop for a real break soon, I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“What,” snorts Crowley from the driver’s seat, “You mean you’ve had it this whole time? I am shocked.”

You stick your tongue out at him, and lean over into Sardis’ space to make sure Crowley can see it in the rearview mirror.

“Now, now,” Aziraphale says soothingly – he doesn’t fool you, you can see him smirking, “I’m very certain we can find a suitable place to rest for an hour. Some fresh air would probably do us all some good.”

Oh, so he’s getting restless too. Good to know you have Aziraphale on your side with this one. Sardis is already tapping around on his phone, and you glance over to see him googling the area. Thank someone. Anathema has her nose in a book, but gives a thumbs up to show that she agrees with the idea. So it’s basically unanimous. Sardis very quietly taps you and discreetly shows you his phone screen. You look over, figuring he must have found something and….oh.

OH BOY DID HE EVER.

It takes actual work to play it cool. If you don’t do this very carefully, you won’t get to see this glory in person. You nod at Sardis, who winks in return. The plan is set.

“I’ve found an art museum nearby,” he says. You can see Aziraphale’s face light up.

“Oh! That sounds lovely! Perhaps they have a cafe!”

“And maybe a gift shop!” You add hopefully. Best to sell this hard.

Crowley sighs. “Yeah fine, whatever. Just give me directions, would you?”

“Sure thing,” Sardis replies.

To cover your bases, you take you phone, and turn on Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. Aziraphale, utterly delighted by the turn of events, begins humming and conducting the non-existent orchestra. He loses himself to the music relatively quickly. Between that, Anathema in her book, and Sardis feeding Crowley directions one at a time, you’re off to the races.

As you get closer, you start to see signs advertising it. Crowley snorts once or twice, but doesn’t seem any the wiser as Sardis directs him. It isn’t until you pull into The Truck Yard that you can see his eyebrow raising in the mirror. And it isn’t until Sardis instructs him to park in front of the building that it seems to click. Aziraphale doesn’t notice until you turn off the music.

“We’re here!” You sing triumphantly.

“Are you serious?” Crowley asks.

“Oh most definitely,” You reply. Then the demon starts to laugh, and kicks open the door with a snort.

“Right, okay, come on then!”

Aziraphale hasn’t moved.

“Perhaps I’ll stay here,” he says.

“NOPE!” Crowley calls, crouching to look at Aziraphale through the driver’s door, “You wanted an art museum, angel, you’ve got one!”

Aziraphale groans and gets out of the car. He leans heavily upon the door as he closes it. “Yes,” he said, “But I hardly think this counts as art!”

“Think of it as modern art, angel!”

“...All the more reason for me to stick to the traditional sort.”

“As long as it doesn’t stick to the bottom of your shoe, am I right?” You say, because you just have to join in. Sardis laughs and Crowley snorts, and the three of you lead the way into Barney Smith’s Toilet Seat Art Museum. Aziraphale and Anathema follow behind, pretending not to know you. You spin around and walk backwards so that you can watch the two of them as they approach the door of the building, which features Roman-style pillars built out of toilets. Aziraphale glances at them with a sigh, but Anathema raises and eyebrow and goes in for a closer look.

“Huh,” she says, clearly impressed, “Actually, that’s really clever.”

“Ugh,” says Aziraphale, clearly unimpressed, “Vulgar is what it is.”

You enter the building, and find floor-to-ceiling toilet seats. They cover every inch of wall, an absolute punch to the eyes, and yes, it is beautiful. It is glorious. You let out a low whistle.

“Look at you,” You recite, because any opportunity to quote the show is one that should be taken, “You’re gorgeous.” You notice both Aziraphale and Crowley glance in your direction briefly, but you don’t elaborate, so they both look away while you take the opportunity to notice the tiniest of blushes between them. Ha. Softies, the both of them.

“It really is,” Sardis replies, oblivious, “I’d call it downright glorious.”

You look up, and then run back over to nudge Aziraphale. “Hey, Aziraphale, look at that!” You point upwards. “There’s some more traditional art for you!”

He follows your gaze, but is, as you predicted, still disgruntled. “Is that...Michelangelo??” Painted upon the high ceiling is a recreation of Michelangelo’s painting The Creation of Adam. However, this particular adaptation features a closeup of the hands – with God handing Adam a roll of toilet paper.

You hear Crowley snort. He comes over to you and Aziraphale just so he can say to you “Most useful she’s ever been, eh?”

“CROWLEY!” Aziraphale exclaims in disgust.

“Demon,” he replies with a smirk, and saunters away. With a giggle, you follow him to where Sardis is standing.

“Hey, Witch!” Sardis calls, “Here’s one for you! It’s all about Astrology!” He looks over his shoulder, and you follow his gaze to where Anathema has started looking at the seats with curiosity.

“I’ll be there in a minute!” she responds. You see her lean in for a closer inspection of the piece in front of her.

“You are really good at this road trip stuff,” You say as you turn back to Sardis. “Did you spend a lot of time on the road with your siblings?”

“Nah, but there were a few dinners where someone had to calm things down.”

“I can imagine.” You go quiet for a while before something occurs to you. “You know, you barely know us, and you’re a lot more...open about things that I would expect, well, anyone really, to be.”

Sardis shrugs. “Well who am I going to share with? Philly was the only one I still talked to.”

You think about your first impressions of Sardis. Someone who likes to play games, someone who takes things half-seriously, but would probably monologue if you let him. Oh. He’s lonely.

“I want to trust you Sardis,” You say after a minute, “I just...I’ve been disappointed by enough people in the past that I’m still trying to decide if I can.”

He nods. “No hard feelings, Moth. Trust is a hard thing, and it takes time. So by all means take yours. Just do me a favour and put up with me in the meantime, eh? I haven’t met many humans willing to trick both an angel and a demon into visiting a toilet seat art museum with me.” He winks at you, and you can’t help but smile back.

“Oi!” Crowley announces, “Angel! Come look! This one’ll perk you up! It’s got sheet music on it*! Get it?? SHEET MUSIC!”

You and Sardis both burst out laughing, and you wander over to see this masterpiece. Anathema is coming too, and she’s also giggling even though you can tell she’s trying not to. Even Aziraphale has cracked a smile despite himself.

“Really, Crowley,” he says with a shake of his head. The angel sighs. “Right, let’s see then.” Aziraphale pulls his tiny glasses out of his pocket and puts them on his nose. Then he leans in to inspect the classical music that has been collaged onto the toilet seat, plastered beneath the title “Cannon Ball.” He hums to himself as he inspects the notes, and after a moment he starts to conduct to himself. Sardis has come and joined in, so now the full group is watching Aziraphale in anticipation – waiting for his verdict. After a minute or two, Aziraphale leans back, takes the glasses off, and polishes them with a cloth from his pocket. “It appears to be an excerpt from Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture. Specifically the bridge, which is famously known for including cannons as a musical instrument.” He glances up at you all sideways, the tiniest of Michael-Sheenian smirks upon his lips. “It is indeed, sheet music.”

No one is able to contain their laughter, not even Aziraphale.

By the time all of you head back to the car, everyone is in much better spirits. Aziraphale admits that it was a good idea to stop here after all, even if it still isn’t his idea of art. Overall, the car feels much lighter and happier than it had a few hours ago, so you bask in it. Even after the toilet jokes fade away, the mood stays. For the first time since New York, things feel light and the challenges ahead of you feel manageable.

Sometimes you just gotta stop and smell the toilet seat.

And no, I will not apologize for that line.

* My Dear Reader, I need to pull you away for a minute to quickly tell you that I have never been to this incredible museum, so I have no idea if this particular piece actually exists. But I had to, you understand. I just HAD to.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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What if Crowley(spn) had a kid and the Winchester’s almost kill them? What would/how Crowley do/react and what would the Winchester’s do?🤔

That’s My Goddamn Daughter!

Team Free Will x cambion!reader

When Castiel locates another cambion, potentially with the power to kill a knight of hell, he and the Winchesters go after her but then Crowley shows up claiming she’s his daughter.

Warnings:  MOC Dean, mentions of rape but really just misunderstandings, blood, concussions, I have no medical knowledge, swearing, reader gets knocked out a lot lol

WC: 2.2k

A/N: I kind of want to do a part 2 to this. What do you guys think?

Minors DNI

“I’m sorry what? Can you repeat that?” Castiel sighed, slightly exacerbated. He thought he explained the situation pretty well. Dean’s eyes were wide in both shock and disbelief and Sam just looked exhausted.

“Like I said before, there is another cambion in existence and she could be the answer to the Mark.” Dean swallowed the last of his now warm beer and glowered at the angel.

“And you didn’t think to tell us this before now?”

“Dean.” Sam started but the elder held up his hand to stop him. Cas sighed, mentally preparing himself for a classic Dean tirade that always seemed to come when he presented the brothers with a new lead.

“You’re hiding things from us, lying. How do we even know if this so-called cambion is the real deal? Why didn’t she show up before?” The angel’s eyes rolled, why did they have such trouble understanding?

“There was a spell concealing her from the angels’ view but for some reason, that spell is now gone. I assumed it was tied to someone in her family, possibly the parent that was a demon. But now, that demon is dead so the spell is gone.” Sam seemed to accept that answer but Dean was more skeptical.

“So what do we do if we do find this girl? Just ask her to come back with us for tea and cake? She most likely knows that daddy dearest was a demon and might want revenge and we are probably the ones that did it or we know them. So what then?” 

Sam leaned against the war room table beside his brother. “Dean’s right. Remember that kid Jesse, he had a whole town under his thumb without even thinking about it and he was just a kid. What could an adult with an obviously powerful parent do?” Dean nodded along and Cas had the distinct urge to smite them both.

“We need to take that chance. She might be our best shot at killing Cain without the First Blade.” Dean huffed, still clearly miffed at being so blatantly brushed off by the angel. 

“Alright fine but you can’t get mad at me when I say I told you so when this inevitably goes wrong.” He shrugged and Cas smirked slightly, happy to get his way.

——————

“Well that was easier than expected.” Dean sulked, sitting on the motel room bed pouting like a child. The woman had been easy to find, in fact it was too easy. She was a goddamn librarian in a small town where everyone knew her face.

No locks on her doors, no weapons in the house. She welcomed them in with open arms after Sam fed her their story of being lost and needing directions. She gave them pie and lemonade, answering every question they asked, including Dean’s flirtatious ask about a boyfriend.

Her head dipped and she avoided eye contact as she shyly replied that no, she didn’t have a boyfriend. Sam smacked Dean upside the head for that when she wasn’t looking. Cas, getting sick of the circling conversation mixed with too much human lust, had stepped forward and knocked her out with his grace.

He caught her soft body as she crumpled, ignoring the pointed looks the brothers sent him. “She would’ve come willingly.” Sam pointed out but Cas replied with a simple, “There isn’t enough time for you two to ‘convince’ her.”

Sam blushed and Dean just smirked, too proud of himself. They quickly smuggled her out to the car and started the long journey home. Now, they were taking a break for the night and Dean watched as the girl slept on, blissfully unaware of everything going on in the world.

“She really doesn’t seem demonic. She’s just-“

“Nice.” Dean finished his brother’s sentence for him, saying the word like it disgusted him. “Are you sure she’s the half-breed we want?” Again, Castiel was questioning why his destiny was intertwined with the Winchesters. Y/N shifted in her sleep, curling up on her side cutely, giving out a large sigh.

Cas stood at the foot of the bed, intensely watching the men who flanked her on both sides, like guards watching over their ward. “I can sense her power, it is far greater than any other cambion. Her blood has old magic in it, she is quite possibly descended from a natural witch.”

Sam froze, his entire body going stiff with surprise. “I’m sorry, so this girl is a product of a natural witch and a demon.” Cas shook his head, arms crossing over his chest.

“No, the magic is too deluded for the witch to be her mother or father, it is more likely that it is her grandparent.” Sam’s eyes flicked down to the girl, somehow already feeling incredibly protective of her. She was by far the kindest person he had met in a very long time, how could she have such evil in her blood? But he was wary, both because of her power and the fear of what could happen should she succumb to that power. He knew that feeling, that rush from demon blood, how addicting it could be.

Dean could feel the heat radiating from her body as she rolled closer to him. The mark was quiet around her, soothed like a feral cat getting love for the first time in its life. But how dark could she get, what was she capable of? And who in the hell was her demonic parent?

“We should keep moving. If we found her so quick, there’s no telling who else would be coming after her.” Cas nodded and fluttered away, presumably to ensure that no demons had followed them.

Dean moved away from her as quickly as he could, a curling in his gut making him feel like he should be repulsed by her but her presence also called to him. He fished a half-drunk bottle of whiskey from  his duffle bag and settled himself in the chair in the far corner of the room. “Get some shut eye, I’ll take first watch.”

Sam pulled a ratty blanket over top of her, careful to not wake her and took a seat on the other bed. “Do you think this could work?” Silence settled over the brothers.

“It’s our only shot.” And with that, Sam settled back against the thin pillows, keen to get any rest he could to escape his swirling thoughts.

——————

A rattling woke Dean from his alcohol induced slumber. With a groan, he lifted his head from the back of the chair he had accidentally fallen asleep on. His neck screamed in pain but that was nothing compared to the throbbing in his arm.

The mark burned and the rattling became louder. His green eyes fluttered open, only able to see vague shapes in the dark room. A shadow stood by the door, their hand on the knob, desperately trying to open it. “Please please please.” Her voice was filled with tears and a panic that made his heart lurch in his chest.

“Sweetheart.” The sound of his own voice made her work even faster at trying to open the door, but it was of no use. She screamed and Dean bolted forward. Moving faster than even he could comprehend, he grabbed her, wrapping a large palm over her mouth to keep her from making any more noise.

Her back hit the mattress with an exhale of air through her nose. Her eyes were wide with panic, her breathing quickening becoming erratic as his muscular body settled between her plump thighs, shoving her skirt up her legs. She tried to grab at Dean’s shoulders to shove him off but using his free hand he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

Tears rolled down her temples, wetting the sheets below them. “I’m not going to hurt you. You need to trust me.” Her head shook furiously beneath his hold, on the edge of hysterics. 

“Dean?” Sam muttered sleepily, sitting up in the bed. “What’s going on?” His hair stuck up in all different directions as he lazily looked around the room. His eyes landed on the situation in front of him and everyone froze.

Suddenly, the room exploded. With no hesitation, Sam launched himself at his older brother and tackled him to the floor. “What the hell were you doing!” Dean thrashed violently.

“She was trying to run! I had to stop her.” 

Sam snarled. “Not by doing that.” Dean landed a good punch to his jaw, knocking Sam for a loop but his grip remained strong even as his head spun.

Seeing her chance, Y/N slipped from the bed as quietly as she could but her legs gave out as soon as she rocked forward onto her feet. She yelped, catching the boys’ attention and they watched her fall, almost in slow motion.

Her head slammed against the corner of the bed before slamming into the floor. Blood pooled under her forehead, her eyes went hazy before they shut. “Shit!” Sam scrambled off of his brother, fear coursing through his veins like a fire. He slid a hand under her head, cupping her face gently. “C’mon open those eyes for me.” 

But she didn’t respond. Thick fingers fit against the dip of her throat, and he struggled to find her pulse. When he finally did, it was thready and weak but it was there. He breathed a sigh of relief. “She’s alive, probably a bad concussion though.”

“Son of a bitch!” Dean growled, sitting up against the bed frame. “Why does this shit always happen to us?” As gently as he could manage with shaking hands, Sam lifted Y/N into his arms, resting her face against his strong chest. He could now feel the way her own chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

Sam laid her on his unmade bed, keeping her on her side in case she got sick. The wound, a small gash on her right temple, had slowed its bleeding. It wouldn’t require stitches, just a couple butterfly bandages. “I don’t know, Dean.” He sighed and got to work fixing her up.

Meanwhile, Dean was stewing, thinking. She could have used her powers to save him off, to escape but she didn’t. She was just a normal girl getting involved in something that she didn’t want to do. “What are we doing Sammy? That girl doesn’t have any powers, she’s just a kid.” 

“Without the blade, we have no chance at getting rid of the Mark. She’s our best shot.” But there was no conviction in his tone. Sam was also doubting the integrity of this plan but he was desperate. Dean with the blade was far more dangerous than this girl could ever be, they needed her.

“How dare you touch my daughter!” The door burst violently, shattering under the force at which it was hit. Crowley stood, absolutely fuming in the entryway, eyes red with pure rage. Sam and Dean sprung into action, their guns drawn.

“What are you talking about Crowley?” Dean shifted so his body blocked the demon’s view of the girl on the bed. His shoulders were tense, the Mark telling him to protect her with everything he had. But apparently, Crowley wasn’t having any of it today.

With a wave of his hand, the boys went flying into the wall, their guns tossed away and ropes appearing from nothing to pin them down. “I told you I would find the blade and this is how you repay me! You kidnapped my daughter! Lust after her! And then you harm her!” His voice thundered through the room, shaking the foundations of the building with his fury. “You sniveling weasels! I kept her out of this life for a reason!”

The Winchesters struggled against his hold. Crowley loomed over the double bed, intensely staring at the woman. “She was never meant to know. I just wanted her to have a normal life.” 

Dean’s nostrils flared with anger as the demon leaned forward and cupped her round cheek with one hand while the other brushed against the bandage on her forehead. “Don’t touch her.” The hunter snarled. His arm burned as the mark screamed at him to rip apart anyone that even so much as looked in her direction.

A vein in Sam’s neck ticked in time with his pulse while he pulled at his bonds. He could feel the loosening of the ropes around his wrist. An angel blade rested on the chair Dean had been occupying, if he could get even one arm free, he could grab it. “You are the ones that hurt her! Not me!” Crowley snapped but didn’t take his eyes off of her.

“Last warning.” But he disregarded the Winchesters and instead lifted Y/N from the bed, taking extra care not to hit her any more than she already was.

Her face easily tucked into the dark material of his suit shirt as he held her close. “Stay away from my daughter.” And with that, both him and the ropes disappeared, leaving only her sweater and the bitter smell of sulphur.

The boys collapsed to the ground. Dean wasted no time as he scrambled forward in a desperate attempt to reach the now gone pair.

“Son of a bitch!”

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Hello. Sorry for sending a last minute request. I thought of a scenario and wanted to see you write about it. How would you think the twisted wonderland first years would react to the prefect giving them a gift bought with what little saving they had. I just imagined the MC still having to scrape by to have necessities, but they wanted to get something nice for their friends regardless. I think the idea is nice, though a bit saddening 😞

Hi, no worries, thank you for the request! I feel like MC's just getting scammed by Crowley at this point ;-; at least they made friends while in the world they stumbled upon!

First years receive a present from MC

Ace

He really didn't think he would get one from you with your situation, and he might tease you at first about how you aren't spending money right

But then you'll see his eyes soften a bit as he opens the box, it's a pie slice from the really expensive patisserie downtown from the school.

"You really didn't have to, thanks a lot though," he beams at you, probably lightly punching your shoulder

He might tease you a lot, but he really cares about you. The fact that you went out of your way to get him something really touched his heart, and he might end up getting you something in return

Deuce

He's probably surprised that he got a gift at all, he doesn't really get why you would give it to him

When he opens it up, it's a tiny plushie of a chick, something that might seem too soft for Deuce but he really likes it. In fact, he looks at you with really happy eyes, yet he looks a bit sad.

"This probably cost you a lot of money, and you only have so much just to get by in Ramshackle. I-I'm very grateful, thank you for the present!" he bows, almost hitting you in the process with his head haha

He's really someone that's concerned for you, and he really appreciated what you gave him. He'll try to get you something nice in return, even if it's just a handwritten letter

Jack

He probably stutters out a thanks as he receives it, then realizes that you used your own money and begins to ask you why you decided to use money for a gift. You tell him you wanted to, and he sighs.

He opens it up, only to see a pot with some seedlings in it. You say that it was something that you remembered Jack pointing out when the two of you went downtown on the weekend, and he's super thankful that you got him the gift.

He clears his throat, blushing and his tail wagging while he looks away from you. Jack gives you a curt "t-thank you, I'm really grateful you decided t-to give me this."

He really can't believe you decided to give him something using the scarce money you have, you're too kind! He'll give you something in return, maybe in the form of a gift or helping you organize Ramshackle. If anything, he's super touched by the gift.

Epel

He probably didn't expect anything from you and was shocked to see you present a box to him.

"O-oh, you bought this? Wait, with your money?!" he's also concerned that you used the sparse cash you had. "You could've saved it up!"

He opens it up, and it turns out to be a new pair of sneakers, something he had wanted for some time. He looks so happy to have them! He smiles gently at you, "thank you for the gift, I truly mean it."

He wants to give something back to you, so he'll likely carve a portrait of you on an apple as a present. If anything, he wants you to know that your gift means a lot to him, especially with the situation your in right now

Sebek

He probably acts a little arrogant at first, like "human, I get that you wanted to give a talent like me a gift, and I shall accept." :/

But when he opens it up, you can see his eyes go wide then soften. It's a new book from a series he was really into, and it even has the author's signature!

Then he realizes you used the money that you had, the small amount! He grabs your shoulders before yelling at you "THANK YOU BUT YOU DID NOT HAVE TO USE YOUR MONEY! TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF FIRST!"

He might not seem like it, but he cares for your wellbeing. He'll love the fact that you gave him the gift, and he'll be saying that for a few days to you whenever you guys meet. Expect him to give you something in return!

[twwistedwwonderland]

[A book that could transport people? There was something like that in their world? Also, why Eridan's hand? The troll did not recall reaching out to anyone. Not in real life or even in the dreams the sea dweller would have. Then there was Crowley. He was always shady as fuck, but something about taking Vriska in this quickly, feels different.] Eridan: wwell first Eridan: i did not think you wwould havve tried doin the ritual in the first place Eridan: givven the wwhole Eridan: magic wwas fakey fake bullshit in our wworld Eridan: and remind me again Eridan: wwho was the one wwho kept teasin me on that swweeps ago? [When she scratches Grim's ears, grim starts to smile and purr from the touch. Realizing how he was reacting, the monster flails his paws at her to push it away.] Grim: H-Hey hey! Quit it! [He's clearly embarrassed.] Grim: Only my fish minion gets to take care of me! Grim: If you wanna do something like that, then gimme tuna! [Eridan goes to hand Grim his cup of tea, which he happily accept and drinks the whole thing down.] Eridan: but i am genuinely surprised that you wwere really wworried howw others saww you Eridan: cause like Eridan: from the time wwe met Eridan: wwere a thing Eridan: and the split Eridan: i had assumed you to be the kind to not givve a fuck and you wwere happy bein your badass self Eridan: especially if it means on findin the wway to step yourself up abovve evveryone else to showw howw superior and right you wwere Eridan: and you wwould be justified that it is hard for anyone to retaliate Eridan: no matter how awwful things get Eridan: wwhether or not if you wwere the one that causes it Eridan: I loved it and hated it. [His quirk dropping for a bit.] Eridan: Part of that is why I had pitch feelings for you. Eridan: That I would be falling behind if you go that high up I couldn't reach to you. Eridan: But if you are serious about this and being here.... Eridan: ...The journey to it will be different. Eridan: Even now, I still feel awkward being around others because of my past. Eridan: How I even got close to some people now is from certain circumstances to me not wanting to see worse shit go down or repeated again. Eridan: Things said and done, but can't take it back. Just own it and deal wwith it. How others react varies. But you just got to prove it that you won't make that mistake again. Eridan: If you are serious about this... [He blushes a bit.] Eridan: I guess I would not mind trying to help here. Eridan: As friends! Eridan: I-If only because I have been here the longest and know how things go down here! You know, things like we can't kill anybody that pisses us off if it means we get sent to jail. Eridan: Certain ideals or beliefs we are used to is not common here. Eridan: The fact magic is really real and not fakey fake bullshit. Eridan: And forgetting we are nocturnal beings that we have to get up with the not so harmful sun.

[Meanwhile, inside Ramshackle Dorm as Eridan starts decorating the lounge and the Christmas tree.] Eridan: grim Eridan: quit eatin the popcorn Eridan: you knoww it is suppose to be for decoratin Grim: But it's so good! Who knew decorating can be tasty too!

[Aradia appears in the mirror, winking at Eridan before slipping out of view.]

ARADIA: . . .

[She appears behind Grim, causing a cold chill before disappearing again.]

[via-l0ve]

hiii

pls let me know if u have already done this, but can u write how u think spn guys would react to the reader wearing their shirt/clothes? (the reader and the character are in a relationship)

thankss luv ur work ❤❤❤

Stealing Clothes (SPN imagine!) 🩷

a/n: this is so cute!! i’m sorry this took so long! my inbox is backed up to the wall hahah i’m trying to clean it out! hope you enjoy babe!!

warnings: nothing!

dean:

dean is foaming at the MOUTH

he’s like wowowowoowwowoow

esp if it’s early in the morning and you’re wearing one of his shirts with only underwear underneath???

he’s combusting

literally him ^^

he loves it

please make half of your wardrobe his clothes

—

sam:

AHHHHHHHHH

sam actually loses his mind!!!

he tries to keep cool though

“is that my shirt?”

“yeah! :)”

“o-oh u-m..”

he’s sweating and blushing and he just wants to

AH

you broke the poor boy

—

Castiel:

“is that my coat?”

“oh, yeah. i didn’t have anything to wear and it smelled like you!”

he’s so flustered

he definitely starts to blush and stutter

“y-you should wear it more often..”

he just loves you even more

—

Crowley:

he acts all cool about it

like it dosent effect him

but you look over at him and this is literally what he’s doing

he starts slipping his clothes into your dresser and expects you to wear them all the time now

(you should. they’re very comfy)

he’s just mesmerized by you <3

[twistedmusings]

Second Year Without You

A/N: HAHA I LOVE PAIN. I wrote almost all of this on my phone so I apologize for any spelling mistakes but with the twst 1 year anniversary my hands just called out to me to create nothing but pain u wu. So let me guys know what you think and...Happy 1 year anniversary~!

How the first years react to you suddenly disappearing before their second year starts.

“This is taking forever.”

Grim yawned as he made himself comfortable in your lap, your hand running through his fur as you struggled to stay awake. It was sort of impossible since the church building was still so eerily quiet as each new student’s dorm decisions were made.

Which made you wonder why you were even here.

Ramshackle wasn’t necessarily an official dorm so this weird sorting ceremony didn’t even mean anything to you. This was two hours of your life you weren’t going to get back apparently since Crowley decided that your presence was oh so important and now you were shifting uncomfortably in your seat as the last student stood in front of the mirror so their dorm could be decided.

“Oh. Malleus you might have a chance with this one.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean he came in rather gallantly and looks like the type to be good with magic so he would be perfect for Diasmonia.”

The Diasmonia dorm leader chuckles into his hand.

“Is that your final bet?”

“...yeah that’s my final one.” you tilt your head backwards as you look at Azul, “What did you put down?”

“Clearly Pomefiore, Prefect. You haven’t guessed right with any of the other student’s dorm matches so I am purposefully avoiding your suggestions.”

He meets your glare with a smile, jotting down a couple of notes as he turns to Kalim to ask him of his decision. The seven dorm leaders had followed along with the little game you began to play around the thirty minute mark of the ceremony, turning it into a betting pool the moment Azul got serious.

The room goes quiet as the face in the mirror finally chooses to appear.

"Your soul...it belongs in Pomefiore!"

Your groan is hidden by polite clapping, Malleus patting your head as you choose to hang it in shame. This felt just like failing one of Crewel's quizzes but now you were 600 madol poorer.

"Prefect that was a major loss...I might have to stop talking to you if this affects my gacha pulls."

The tablet hovers beside you, clearly mocking your incredible loss before you bat it away and turn to look at Crowley.

"And with that, my dear students, the ceremony is concluded. Please follow your vice dorm leaders to your designated dorms...and welcome to Night Raven College!"

You stand up, put Grim down and stretch, waving goodbye to the other dorm leaders as you wonder just what in the world you were going to have for dinner tonight. You knew Azul was going to open Monstro Lounge in celebration so maybe you should go--

"Oi! Prefect!"

Well that was quick.

Ace smiles as he approaches the pew first, talking to you about how boring the ceremony was and what you were planning to do afterwards. Deuce comes up behind him followed by Epel while Jack and Sebek talk with their dorm leaders for a few moments before heading to where you were standing.

“We got some news, by the way~” Ace smiles as he throws up some jazz hands towards Sebek, “May I present to you the soon to be vice dorm leader of Diasmonia~!”

Sebek tries to frown but there is a clear smile on his face as he takes off his hood, beaming with pride as you shake his hand. You would have gone with high-five but you figured he would like this better.

“Did Malleus break the news to you?”

“He did!” the fae’s voice breaks through the hushed silence, “Young Master approached me ever so elegantly and let me know of my role for next year! The mere act was so moving and inspiring!”

“I also got some news!” Epel grins as he gets butts in front of Sebek, “The Magic Shift club captain told me that I’m in the running for first string! If I win one more game I’ll be able to play with them officially!”

You go to congratulate Epel but stop when Ace also butts in front of him, “Better news! I’ve been made vice-captain of the basketball team! Jamil was going to give the title to Floyd but then he decided better against it.”

“So you were the second choice.” Jack says as he pulls his hood down.

“And the best one! Jamil knew the choice he was going to make all along, he was just messing with me.” Ace grins as he turns towards you, “Impressive, huh?”

You hum before laughing, “I would say it was impressive if it wasn’t for the fact that I know for a fact Floyd would do a worse job at any leadership position than you.”

“Oi!”

The group laughs before Epel tugs on Deuce’s robe and pushes him so that he is in front of you next.

“And Prefect, may I present the new captain of the Track and Field club!”

Deuce’s face goes a light shade of pink as Epel tugs on his cheek, “He said he wanted to tell his mom first before telling us but I figured since we are all talking about achievements…”

“Because it was not set in stone!” the Heartslabyul student takes Epel’s hand and pulls it away from his hand, “Jack still has a good chance to get it instead of me.”

“Mm. I would rather it go to you, Deuce.” Jack smiles as he pats his shoulder, “I see how hard you work during practices so I think the position would be perfect for you.”

“Oh right. Leona told me.” you smile at Jack, “Am I right in assuming we are talking to the vice dorm leader of Savannaclaw?”

“I--!” wolf ears twitch as Jack blushes, looking at you in disbelief before sighing as the others stare at him in expectation, “...Yes. Ruggie-senpai told me before the ceremony.”

Everybody gives him a round of applause as his blush deepens in color, making you laugh as you lean over to pat his shoulder. To think they were all now second years…

You included.

I’m supposed to be finding a way home…

The thought is catapulted from your head as Grim sets himself down on top of it, smiling as he topples forward so you would catch him in your arms.

“Fgnya~! The Great Grim and his henchman have news too!”

A paw is pointed at you, your cue to speak apparently.

“...Ramshackle is getting some big renovations soon! We managed to talk Crowley into it and he agreed to renovate both the kitchen and the bathroom as well as possibly renovating some of the rooms!”

“What!” Ace laughs, “How did you pull that off!?”

“Hehe~” Grim taps his chest twice, “I told the Headmaster that Ramshackle can serve as a place for guests from other schools to stay over! He gets a place to brag about with potential guests and we get brand new things!”

Epel hums, “So it’s like a hotel.”

Both you and Grim stay quiet and look away, the group laughing knowing Epel had hit right on the mark.

You stay quiet as they talk with one another, smiling fondly at seeing your group of friends happily enjoying their life here in Night Raven College. You didn't even know how it happened but this little group had become like your family in the one year you stayed here. The homesickness you felt whenever you realized you were far from your home was always subdued by hanging out with them and taking part in their shenanigans. To you it was crazy to think about it this way but...you loved them.

Ace’s tricks but also his quiet support of you and the rest of the group.

Deuce’s tenacity but also the gentle side he let only his friends see.

Jack’s work ethic along with his more nurturing side.

Epel’s constant growth as a person yet never forgetting where he came from.

Sebek’s devotion towards his Young Master as well as realizing his own strength.

And Grim’s goal of wanting to be the greatest magician ever but never leaving you behind.

You loved these six dorks so much, more than you would care to admit to yourself.

Finding a way home was no longer such a big priority in your eyes. You used to ask the Headmaster constantly for a way back home but you believed that this place had become more of a home in your eyes. So the constant reminder that you weren’t from here was silenced by just how much these six made you feel like you were part of a big family.

“...I’m starving.” you finally speak up as you let go of Grim, “You guys want to drop by the Monstro Lounge?”

“Can we drop by Pomefiore first? I forgot my wallet.”

“Prefect! We should invite the Young Master too!”

“If we are going to do that then let’s invite Leona-senpai as well. I have a feeling he will complain if Malleus-senpai is the only one in the celebration.”

“Do you think we should invite Riddle after the first year’s celebration, Ace?”

Deuce turns to look at his fellow student, blinking when he has to turn all the way around.

“Ace?”

All heads turn to look at the other second year, cherry red eyes shining as he points at the mirror still floating in the center of the room.

“You know. Since the mirror is still here…” Ace smiles as he walks over to you and takes your hand, “Don’t you think we should try your sorting again?”

“Huh?”

Your sorting?

That’s right. The mirror had said that your soul didn’t really belong anywhere when you first came here.

“I honestly don’t think it’s going to be any different, Ace.” you shrug, “Besides I sort of already belong in a dorm--”

Grim comes up behind you, “Exactly! They belong in the dorm we made!”

“Oh come on! Wouldn’t it be fun!” Ace looks back at the group, “It’s just us here. Don’t you guys want to see what dorm Prefect would have been sorted in?”

Jack hums before looking at you, “I believe you would make a fine Savannaclaw student.”

“Well they also helped out with Pomefiore, I think that would be a good fit for them too.” Epel sighs, “If they were there I wouldn’t feel like a green apple in a red apple orchard.”

Sebek taps his chin a few moments before nodding, “Despite having no magical talent, your presence in Diasmonia would be greatly appreciated.”

“Okay okay you doofuses, I think we all know what dorm they would be sorted in.” Ace wraps an arm around you as he gestures Deuce over, “So say hello to the Heartslabyul Trio~”

“Ace! Stop trying to get my henchman somewhere else! They belong in Ramshackle!”

Grim tugs on your hood while you quickly ask him to stop, your arms flailing around before you pull your hood down and find yourself face to face with the mirror.

“Ace I don’t think--” you turn to look at him but the other just puts his hand together as if he were praying.

“Just one look, Prefect! Please!” Ace smiles as he looks over at Deuce, “We are all curious, right?”

Deuce’s nervous expression relaxes as he sees that there really was nobody else around.

“It wouldn’t hurt to know. It’d be just us.”

“I agree! I am way too curious to not know now!”

“Your true nature is showing, Epel.”

“Don’t pretend like you’re not curious, Jack!”

“Quiet humans! The face in the mirror is deciding!”

You quickly turn around as you see the face in the mirror, a knot in your chest suddenly forming as the chamber falls into silence. What a feeling of dejavu. You remember just how you felt when you were standing in front of the mirror the first time.

No idea where you were, no idea what was to come.

And the feeling of being an outcast had been unbearable when the mirror stated that you belonged nowhere...but you had carved out a little place here to call your own. Despite the fact that you knew where you were going to sleep tonight and where you were going to wake up in the morning, the knot of nervousness relaxed and turned into a curious dizziness, the silence only serving to make the noise in your ears ring.

The mirror only stared at you for a minute longer before speaking up.

“It seems your time is up.”

You blink as the face disappears, turning towards the others as they all share the same look of confusion before sighing as they turn around and start walking towards the exit.

“Well that was anticlimactic.” Ace pouts, “Thought for sure they belonged in Heartslabyul.”

Deuce sighs, “Monstro Lounge for sure must be full now. How will we get a table?”

“We can celebrate in Diasmonia instead! I know that the dorm is going to be full of fae cuisine!”

“...I...prefer taking my chances at the Monstro Lounge.” Epel smiles as he look at Jack, “Or maybe Savannaclaw?”

“It would be rowdy but if you don’t mind that sort of atmosphere.”

“Savannaclaw usually has some good roasted beef! Do you know if they have that there today?” Grim places himself on Jack’s head as the other keeps talking about their celebration.

“Alright. We’ll check Monstro Lounge and then Savannaclaw! Oi, Prefect, get a move--”

Ace’s eyes widen as he turns around, dread climbing up his legs and curling around his neck as he looks at the small orbs of lights floating away in the place where you were supposed to be.

Only to find that you weren’t there anymore.

--What...the hell?

--He looks around, wondering where you went and calling out your name. It starts out with a couple of laughs at first but the dread in his stomach grows as well as the volume of his voice.

"Oi! This isn't funny! Come out already!"

--Deuce is calling out to him but he can't listen to him, all he can remember is the mirror's voice saying that time was up?

--Time? As in your time in Twisted Wonderland? But...you said that the Headmaster hadn't found a way to get you back home. He didn't want to disappoint you but after a whole year with them...he didn't believe that you would go back. Which was alright! Ace was more than ready to make this a home for you! He didn't know how he was going to do it, but goddammit he at least wanted to try!

--He wasn't done with you yet! He hadn't shown you the cool trick shot he learned to shoot with Floyd, or the awesome new magic trick he designed with you in mind! You would always look past his tricks so he wasn't able to fool you but he thought that this one would be worthy of your praise!

--Eyes glare at the mirror as he lets his feelings spill out.

"BRING THEM BACK! THEY AREN'T DONE HERE! THEY BELONG HERE! BRING THEM BACK!"

--Jack is holding him back from lashing at the object and after a few moments of thrashing around, all Ace can do is stare at the spot you were at a moment ago with his eyes stinging from tears that still refused to fall.

--He didn't even get to say goodbye.

--At first all he can do is stare. Where had you gone? Were you playing some sort of prank on them? If you were...this really wasn’t funny at all. You two had promised to go running together in the morning with Jack, you needed to get back to Ramshackle to sleep so it was best if you celebrated early and then went to bed--

“Deuce. Go get the Headmaster."

--He doesn't remember much after that. All he remembers is Ace yelling and Jack holding him back before he was rushing out of the building and towards the Headmasters office.

--You couldn't be gone. Where did you even go? A part of him doesn't even want to say that you had gone back. There was nowhere you had to go back to in his head. Twisted Wonderland was your home and you belonged here just like the rest of them.

--Memories of his time with you make his feet move faster, the robes proving a great weight but not at all stopping him from reaching his goal.

--Everything would be fine. They would find a way to get you back and Deuce wouldn't allow himself to let you do something so irresponsible again. He should have stopped Ace when he could! And once you came back then he could give you a proper send off.

--His feet were sore, his lungs were burning but he wouldn’t dare stop running, finally reaching the Headmasters office as he pulled the door open with all his might.

--He just wanted to get you back so he could properly thank you. You were his buddy...and he didn't want to let you go without you knowing that.

--It's hard holding back against his instincts.

--His body's first response is to also grab at the mirror and find out where you had gone. The idea of you disappearing just like that was impossible, especially after all the trouble the Headmaster had in finding a portal to your world. So, to him, you were immediately in danger.

--He clenched his fists hard as he walked Ace towards one of the pews, letting him sit down as Epel and Sebek approached him. They were asking questions and clearly depending on him for some sort of guidance. Which wasn’t completely out of the norm, he was an older brother and had grown to care for his friends just as he would his siblings. One year did a lot to bring people closer together. But what could he do but remain quiet as Epel and Sebek asked questions he could not answer.

--Jack had no idea where you had gone, no idea if you were going to come back and as the questions kept piling up the dread in his heart began to grow. Would you even come back?He knew how important family was and how terrible it was to be separated from them, but what about the people you left behind here? Your disappearance was already making them--no--him feel so powerless that he could only answer the other first year’s questions with a simple phrase.

“I don’t know.”

--He instinctively bared his teeth as the doors slammed opened, keeping Epel and Sebek behind him as the Headmaster entered the building with a frown, asking for a run down of the situation in full detail as possible. And while Jack would have taken charge of the situation in this scenario, just simply looking at the mirror kept him from articulating his thoughts correctly.

--Jack just wanted to know you were safe.

“We were left in the building all alone and we thought that [Y/N]-san should try to sort themselves again, just to see what would happen. Yet the mirror didn’t say anything and now they are...they are not--”

--Hold it back. Hold the tears back. Epel had gone through a lot in his time in both NRC and Pomefiore. He had been pushed out of his comfort zone through the VDC and just living in a dorm that was so unlike him but he had pushed through and adapted relatively well, with your help and the help of his friends. So now was not the time to cry!

--You had once praised him for his mental strength, saying that it took a lot of training for him to be put through Vil’s daily demands and training as well as keeping up with the Magishift club and his studies above all of that. With that little comment, and the support of his newfound friends, Epel’s mind had shifted into focusing on how strong he was mentally instead of physically.

--Something he needed to be now more than ever.

“They disappeared.”

“Headmaster, how are we going to bring them back?”

“Well...this was the way it was supposed to be from the start. As much as it pains me to say, it seems the Prefect finally found their way back home.”

“NO!”

--He puts a hand over his mouth, surprised by his own outburst. When he was still a beginning first year there were moments in which he had to keep himself in check from speaking like he would back home. As the year went on he had managed to keep himself in check and only let his accent and his voice volume slip when he was with his friends and with you.

--The Headmaster simply continued talking about the possibilities as Epel hung his head, biting his bottom lip as he remembered the last conversation you both had. With vacations upon them soon, Epel had invited you to come over and visit the Village of Harvest. First time he had a friend over there so he was all set to show you the sights of his little town and it would be your first official trip to another land in Twisted Wonderland!

--A hand touched his shoulder, Epel turning around as he saw Deuce looking down at him with tears in his eyes. That was the last straw as his own tears started to flow freely, Epel burying his face in the other’s robes so no one would have to see just how weak he looked.

“Sebek.”

--The fae’s back straightened out, the voice of his Young Master ringing out as he turned around to look at him. Several students were peeking through the door, trying to get a peek at what was happening while others worked to get the message around, yet Malleus was the only one brave enough to step through the threshold of the building and approach him.

--The Ramshackle prefect had disappeared.

--Sebek had a strange relationship with you. While he detested the way you treated the Young Master as nothing more than just another person, he had slowly started to come around to your way of thinking. The Young Master wanted a friend, and Sebek had only been keeping him at a distance due to his admiration.

--You taught him how to talk to his Young Master and how to appreciate a friendship with him instead of just blinding devotion.While he would still follow Malleus to the end of the earth, he did so as Malleu’s friend and not as his guard. In turn, he slowly started to feel like he would the same for you, as well.

--He was still very naive to relationships such as these but you had been patient, listening to him talk about Malleus when he wanted while also asking him of his other interests. Your teaching method had been effective and Sebek would have even dared to say that you were perhaps coming close to being his best friend.

--Although that chance had disappeared along with you.

--So the only thing he could do is stare into his Young Master’s eyes, the eyes of someone who was just as confused and as worried as he, and do his best to tell him what had happened and what the Headmaster had said.

--He knew that it was for the best that you had gone back home, but why did it feel so wrong?

[floral-poisons]

Can i request the basketball club with an s/o who can play volleyball? and take your time :)

hey anon! sorry for the wait! i took some time after opening requests to relax a bit before getting back into it, write other things before getting back into twst. i'm happy to provide!! (making me think about haikyuu!! again which...where is my season 5? where is my nekoma vs. karasuno battle so i can watch my husband kuroo?)

ACE TRAPPOLA

ace finds it absolutely cool that you play volleyball. he is very impress with how high you could jump. if only he could jump as high.

at some point, he asks if you can teach him. “please (y/n)! teach me your ways!”

“ace, first let’s just finish homework first.” you sigh. “i’ll teach you. but you’re going to have to deal with the bruises when you first start.”

“sure, sure! no problem! i get bruised all the time from basketball.”

ace was wrong. very wrong.

he came out of that practice session with very bruised forearms. it kind of looked concerning actually, how black and blue his forearms were. and they were different than being in the way of floyd and jamil.

FLOYD LEECH

floyd’s excited with the fact that you play volleyball. he’s also tall so you know he would be the perfect volleyball player.

his jump is already high. combine that with how tall he actually is when his fingers are outstretched. he would become the perfect middle blocker.

“great seven!” you exclaim, panting. you needed to get back in the zone since crowley wanted you to start playing for nrc. floyd was perfect practice.

“tee hee. you’re going to have to try harder than that!” floyd was barely breaking a sweat!

“i’ll get past you. i know i will!”

“sure. if you can manage~” floyd’s eyes were dark. not in any malicious way. okay maybe. he was riding a high, seeing how low you were. how desperate you were to win against him.

JAMIL VIPER

“cool. maybe you can help kalim out since he’s wanted to learn how to play volleyball for a while.” jamil adjusts the strap of his gym bag.

“that’s it?” you ask, arms crossed.

“why? did you expect me to say something else?” he looks at you weirdly.

“no...i just thought you’d react with a little bit of enthusiasm? i mean, at least ace did. and so did floyd.”

“floyd takes pleasure in making you miserable though by blocking your spikes.” jamil raised an eyebrow.

“yeah well...at least i don’t let him throw me.” you saw him blush slightly. he mumbled something to himself about not letting you come watch their meetings again.

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

Phantom Bride_Groom Reactions

A.N: My Twst Yuu OC Mia Anderson reacting to the Ace, Riddle, Epel and Rook as grooms. 

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“MIA!!” The Headmage busted out quite suddenly. 

“What?!” Mia automatically snapped from shock as she jumped before calming and correcting herself, “Uh, I mean, yes, sir, what is it?” 

She along with Grim and Mr. Sam were waiting on the boys who were going to be the next batch of grooms. Headmage Crowley had been quiet until he suddenly yelled her name. 

It seemed like his eyes were wide and shining as he looked at her as if seeing her for the first time. Then he smiled. 

Mia twitched once. She did not like when he took that look. 

“Mia Anderson, I just remembered about your unique situation!” Headmage smiled.

“What does that mean?” Grim asked, folding his arms. 

“Mia, you are a young blossoming lady! We can gauge how well our suitors look based on you!” 

“Ohh, how interesting!” Mr. Sam stated.  

The curtain rustled and Headmage crowed, “Wait, don’t come out yet!! Quick, Mia, close your eyes!” 

Mia scrambled to keep up and shut them. 

“Okay, now you can come out!” Headmage called. 

Mia heard the curtains move and could feel them in front of her, “What is this, Headmage?” 

“What’s going on?” Epel inquired. 

“I want your looks to be a surprise. Let's see how Mia responds.” Headmage answered,  “Excuse me, Mia. Please move here. But don’t open your eyes yet!”

Mia allowed Headmage to situate her where he wanted. 

“Tres bien!! What a fun idea indeed!!” Mia could practically hear Rook’s beam, “I confess I am getting a little excited to see what Mia will think of us. Oh, what words will be spoken in a moment's earnest!” 

“Do we really have time for this?” grouse Ace. 

“It’s not an impractical idea.” Riddle added, “It will give us an idea if we are aiming correctly or not.” 

She could feel him fussing before he said, “Okay! Now open them!!” 

“Um, I just want to say, I go to school with these boys every day. I don’t know If I’m the best one to…to….” 

Mia’s eyes widen as she looked at the boys, lingering on each one. She raised a finger to her mouth and bite on her nail. 

“What is that look?” Headmage Crowley asked Grim urgently. 

“Usually means she is thinking, I think….” Grim answered. 

Mia slowly cocked her head to one side, as she continued to stare at the boys. Then slowly, her cheeks got bigger and bigger to remind them of a blowfish. 

Headmage whispered, “And that?” 

Grim raised an eyebrow, “Uh, I’m not sure…” 

Then suddenly, she slapped both hands over each cheek and the boys swore they heard a bit of squeal escaped her lips. The lone hair atop of her head began to shyly whip back and forth. 

“WHAT does that MEAN?!” Headmage whispered-yelled most urgently. 

“That’s a new one on me! Minion, are you okay?” asked Grim. 

Mr. Sam laughed, “I think she’s pleasantly surprised at their new looks. They are always in uniform. It’s not everyday they get to see each other dressed to impressed!” 

Mia finally managed to stutter out, “I..I…I….I never would have thought in all my years. But you boys clean up good!” 

There was a blush on Riddle’s cheeks, “Do you approve?” 

“If you can give me a one minute to say this…” Mia started before speaking quickly turning to each boy, “Rook, rocking the mature, debonair look. First time I’m seeing you without your hat though. Riddle, I just wanna thank whoever decided crushed red velvet paired well with your hair, because it does, giving you a sleek, old world charm. And Epel, handsome, chic, yet refined with a hint of playful innocence. But the breakout star of this whole ensemble is Ace. I mean, plaid is tacky. I’m sorry, in my opinion, it is but here you are just rocking it! But the pièce de résistance, is this hairstyle of yours. Really should consider wearing your it like that sometimes.” 

Mia breathed out, as if she had been running at the end. 

Finally, Headmage broken the small silence with a hearty clap, “Splendid!!” 

“Tres magnifique! Merci, mademoiselle trickster! Your words have given me wings to fly! I have stored them in my heart, and it shall fuel me tonight!” Rook cried passionately. 

Epel smiled with a small blush on his cheeks, “Thank you, kindly, Mia!” 

Meanwhile, Riddle could barely look her in the eye, “Yes, thank you for your words, Mia. It’s good to know we are heading in the right direction.” 

“Well, if you took all that to say that, then I guess I have to believe that we are looking rather sharp!” Ace smirked. 

Mia growled, “Don’t let it go to your head, Ace. If this ghost does not like you, it will be because of two reasons: 1. She blind as a bat or 2. Your crusty personality, ruined it.” 

Ace stuck out his tongue, “My personality is fine, thank you!” 

Mia glared, “I don’t have time to show how you just proved my point.” 

“We need to go now. We only have three hours.” Riddle spoke, walking towards the door. 

Mia hung back as she watched them leave, “Go head, with your bad selves!” 

Rook laughed as the blush deepened on Riddle’s face. Epel was a cross between a light blush and laughter. 

While Ace just rolled his eyes, “Eh, are you coming?”

Mia scrambled behind them with Grim, the door shutting behind her,“Oh, shoot, yeah. I forgot! I was blinded by your beauty!” 

They began walking towards campus as Grim groused, “Please stop sounding like Rook. One of him is enough.” 

“I am enjoying this side of our Trickster!” Rook stated. 

“I’m sure you are.” 

Ace was preening, “No, please don’t. Tell me, how beautiful I am!” 

Mia mocked gasped, “I didn’t know you joined Pomefiore!”  

Ace’s right eye twitched. 

“Let’s focus, guys.” Riddle snapped, his face almost beet red. 

Mia laughed, “Yes, I’m done. Ya’ll do need to focus. On this moonlit night, a groom prepares an eternity of devotion to his beloved.” 

“Oh la la!!” Rook laughed.  

And then Epel had a thought and told them he would meet them at the gate before taking off in the opposite direction.