#and you go 'fuck yeah nightingale!'

[sovamurka]

Not me suddenly creating an AU in my head about Altan and Lera being broken puppets in a magical shop owned by a wizard named... Sergey, of course. They try to repair each other in secret and find surprising comfort in one another. 

[reflectionsofacreator]

“You know, it’s generally not the best idea to sneak up on a vigilante. Let alone someone like me,” Red Hood drawled as he rest his hand on his gun holster. 

The floating teenager chuckled at him, and it sounded tired. “Yeah, I’m not known for ‘em, sorry.” 

He was about the same age as the girl with the undercut, maybe around seventeen to nineteen, and the dark bags on his pale cheeks were highlighted by the glowing toxic green eyes that stared straight at him. A fringe of white hair floated around his head like it was moving through water, just barely hiding how his ears swept up into a point and when he grinned at Jason, all his teeth were pointed. He was wearing a black body suit that Nightwing would be jealous of, with white accents that highlighted his lean, masculine frame. 

“You with them?” Hood asked, and jerked his chin in the direction of the van. 

“My sisters, yeah,” the guy said with a shrug. The motion seemed a bit wrong somehow, but Jason couldn’t figure out why. “Sorry, I know I should have better manners than this, but things’ve been… uh. Bad. I meant to bring you a gift and ask if they -- if we could stay here, but uhm…” 

“A gift.” Red Hood stated, and didn’t move save to cock his head curiously to the side. 

Green Eyes rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and lifted up his other hand in a half shrug. “Sorry, I don’t really have much to offer, and I’m so sorry about messing up the vibes of your haunt. You probably felt us for hours, huh.” 

He didn’t react to that, save to let his considering noise drag through his vocoder and render it a staticky, low pitched hum. It unnerved a lot of people, but surprisingly the teen only winced and didn’t look scared. 

“Yeahhhh I was kind of afraid of that,” he huffed. “Okay. My name’s Phantom. I promise I’m not trying to mess with your haunt, I’m just… trying to keep an eye on my sisters after everything that happened. Keep em safe, you know? I swear they won’t get into trouble, we just need a place to live.” 

“What about you? You going to get into trouble?” Hood asked and shifted his stance to be about ten percent less threatening. It worked, because Phantom brightened, literally his eyes flared, and he looked a bit more at ease. 

“Me? Naw, I’m just going to haunt my sisters and that’s it. Won’t get into trouble, I promise.” 

“The fuck you mean, haunt your sisters? You some type of ghost or something?” Hood huffed. 

Phantom winced. 

“The fuck.” 

-dry wine rebirth, ch 1

Summary

Learning that the new family of maybe-metas had their dead brother for a ghostly protector was not on Red Hood's bingo sheet, and Jason getting roped into a date with one of the sisters was even less on that damn thing. But something's off with the Nightingales, they're running from something, hiding, and it was the same thing that killed their brother, Jason's sure of it - and Phantom's ominous warning that he might be next is getting under his skin.

Hm. Hm. Yeah no, I don't have a defense for this. I got sucked into this niche little crossover. I dunno how much brainspace this is gonna eat, but have what I've gotten so far.

[spacedace]

It’s been a busy day for Elle by the time she rounds the corner and sees the unattended Batmobile parked in the alley she usually cuts through to go home. But not so busy that she’s willing to ignore the prime opportunity that she’s just stumbled upon.

Bats in the Bowery is always something that gets people’s heckles up - this is Hood’s turf and the people that live there are just as territorial over that as their violent vigilante. Batman himself being in the Bowery might as well be a declaration of war. Sure, when the heavy hitters are out causing shit things are a bit more flexible, but even then the Bats are there with Red Hood. Obviously and clearly tolerated for the time being.

Elle would put good money on Hood not being in the loop that the big Bat himself is currently parked three blocks away from Crime Alley. Which means that the Batmobile, tucked away in the shadows and entirely unattended, is free game.

Fuck it, she decides. 

Jay had asked her and Danny about what kind of rings Jazz likes. He’s on all their emergency contact lists, and he’s offered to officially adopt her and Danny to lighten Jazz’s load a little. He’s put in the time to figure out how to incorporate ectoplasm into his amazing home cooked meals in such a way that it doesn’t cause the food to come back to life just so they can have something tasty and nutritious. 

He’s family.

Which means it’s only right that she honors his place as family, by following in his footsteps.

Even without any of the proper equipment for the job, it’s a lot easier for her to remove the tires than it had been for her soon-to-be brother-in-law all those years ago. All it takes is five minutes, some intangibility and some increased strength and she has a pile of tires wider than her body stacked up behind her. She doesn’t even get any grease on her in the process. It takes more effort to find a pencil in her blackhole of a backpack to write the note she leaves behind tucked under one of the windshield wipers.

Getting the tires home is another story but she eventually manages to scrounge up enough blob ghosts to help her haul them back with her unseen. The little dudes like a little mischief - and like Hood even more - and they need the exercise. She’s not sure exactly what she’s going to do with the tires when she gets home though. One is definitely going to Jay as a present, maybe she could get Skulker to help her mount it on a plaque like one of his hunting trophies? Other than that though, they’re largely just going to take up space in the apartment.

Bill would probably know a guy. Hell, Bill may even want in on the trophy idea as a gift for Hood, he’d been saying that the anniversary of the crime lord taking out Black Mask was coming up. Maybe she could get the goon to help her get the last two tires to a couple of the more fun rogues as gifts? Harley for sure would get a laugh out of it. Ivy would probably be upset over the ecological impact of the creation of the tire, but maybe she could sell the last one to Penguin?

-

Tim blinks at the stack of - very familiar - tires taking up the corner of the Nightingales’ living room. Elle has them arranged in an approximation of a throne with a couple of pillows set down so she can sit more comfortably as she lounges. She barely even glances up at them as Danny leads them inside, slurping at a bright green smoothie as she taps away on her phone.

Danny looks as thrown by the tableau as Tim is. It’s nice to see that Danny isn’t as totally immune to Elle’s shenanigans as he pretends. Though, it’s also mildly terrifying to consider his boyfriend’s little sister is capable of chaos that not even Danny “Danger Twink” Nightingale can come up with.

“Uh…what you got there, Elle?”

Elle, pointedly, takes a long, loud slurp from her smooth as she looks up to meet her brother’s gaze. “New family tradition.” She says, unblinking.

Danny stands there for a long moment before giving a final shrug. “Yeah, sure. Jay will get a kick out of it.”

Tim pulls his phone out and snaps some pictures. Danny is right, of course, Jason is going to love it. But so will everyone else in the group chat.

[coldbronzemoon]

Danny Fenton, Totally Mortal Hero Consultant (DPxDC)

Snippet for an AU I'll probably never fully write where Danny takes a job as a consultant for the Justice League to help with ghost and demon bullshit. It's a pretty good cash flow to help him with college, after all, and very flexible hours.

He just claims all his knowledge comes from his parents. Unfortunately, the JL has caught word of the elusive yet active hero Phantom, and want Danny to help them meet and assess him. Whoops.

Over the phone, Tucker sighed. “Good Christ, Danny, why do you keep doing this?”

“I’m not doing anything,” Danny said immediately. He winced at the vague sound of screaming below. Demons sucked. “I didn’t know the JL thing was gonna have me finding Phantom. How would I? They were talking about tracking down powerful ghosts, I was assuming Ancients!”

Tucker sighed again, which was really quite unfair of him. “Mhm. Well, Fenton Catcher?”

“Probably not. They know me pretty well at this point, and unlike what Sam says I can be professional. I’d confuse them with the… uh…”

“Stoner shtick?”

There was more screaming happening, but judging from the pitch it was a demon screaming this time. Danny checked the situation. Yep, demon getting their ass kicked. He didn’t need to get involved with a blaster. Yet.

Instead, he scowled at his phone. “Stop calling it that.”

“You’re gonna tell me flanny Danny wasn’t a pitch-perfect stoner, huh? With the chill vibing and the dopey look?”

“I hate you.”

“Love you too, bud.” 

The sound of a clacking keyboard that had underlined their conversation stopped. “But seriously, Danny, what the hell are you gonna do with this?”

“Uh, lie, probably,” Danny said, because it was very likely.

“Alright, smartass, what are you going to do when that lie backfires on you like literally every other one does?”

“That’s when I start gaslighting, gatekeeping, and girlbossing, babe.”

He had a hard time hearing Tucker’s distant groan of “Why am I still your friend?” on account of the sudden explosion. Danny checked again. Hm. Demon dude had a nasty fire thing going on.

Danny switched on his Fenton water gun—holy water included!-- and shot the demon in the face. They let out a cracking hiss of rage, but dropped the fire spell thing. He waited for them to stop looking around wildly for the culprit for a moment. 

He went back to the call. “‘Cause you loooove me, Tuck. From the bottom of your twice-dead heart.”

“Unfortunately,” Tucker deadpanned.

Danny just cackled. It was lost amongst the sound of supernatural bullshit below.

“Anyway, I’m still figuring out my plan A, honestly. Might bring in gray-man?”

“Amorpho’s an asshole, though. He’ll ruin the whole thing by taking the opportunity to shift into a JL member for a bit.”

Hm. True.

“Yeah, but he’s the main guy I know with that power set.”

“Ask after Desiree?” He could hear the immediate distaste in Tucker’s voice. “Ugh, pretend I didn’t say that. That’s worse than Amorpho.”

“It’s awful,” Danny agreed easily. 

Desiree was actually pretty alright nowadays, mostly on account of Danny remembering the last couple minutes of Aladdin and wishing she could refuse wishes she didn’t want to grant. That had made her happy enough to stop actively picking fights. 

Unfortunately, spending the entirety of one’s afterlife twisting the wording of wishes to their worst form made it hard to stop being an asshole. Who knew! So getting Desiree to split him in two for like a week had a 50/50 chance of fucking up his work relationship with the literal league of superheroes irrevocably. And this was his main cash flow right now.

So, no Desiree, no siree.

“Come up with something better then, asshole.”

Danny hummed and, since the heroes below were focused on the demon, lifted up a little and did a thoughtful back flip. What to do, what to do…?

Oh!

“My cousin!” he exclaimed.

“What cous—? Oh, Ellie.”

“Yeah, Ellie, Tuck. Which other cousins do I have?”

Tucker scoffed. “You literally have that whole Nightingale thing going on through your dad?”

Danny couldn’t help the face he made. The remaining Nightingales were worse than his parents somehow. “The Nightingales don’t count.”

“You can’t just say they don’t count.”

“I can say that, actually, and I will. They’re, like, cousins through my great-great-great-grandpa anyway.”

“Isn’t there a fight going on over there? Should you be shooting someone?”

 “Yeah, probably.”

He peaked down through the window once more. The heroes must have gotten the first demon to leave while he was talking, because the horned demon fighting them now was a truly unfortunate shade of yellow-green instead of purple. Or maybe it had transformed for some reason? They had it about as in-hand as the other one, though, so Danny definitely didn’t need to go down there. He shot the maybe-new demon in the face real quick.

“Anyway, Ellie can totally help out, she’s been practicing with changing up her looks. She’s also more, uh, malleable than me, what with her situation and all. Looking fully like Phantom shouldn’t be hard.”

Tucker hummed. “She’d try to embarrass you though.”

“Yeah, that’s a problem.” Danny spun in place. “I could bribe her?”

“With what? Her life doesn’t involve needing much cash.”

“She doesn’t get out to the Zone very much. Not many of the inhabited places, anyway. I can promise her the weird apple things Dora’s been growing with Sam’s help, she loved those.”

“If you think that’ll work…” Tucker trailed off dubiously.

Danny laughed. “She’s annoying sometimes, but she’s not gonna fuck over my job if I ask her not to. I’ll just bribe her extra hard for resisting the temptation to mock me.”

“Fair enough.” The clacking of keys resumed. “I’ve really gotta pay attention now, someone’s trying to stop me from getting into this database. Someone half-decent, actually, did they upgrade? Hm. Make sure no one died, yeah?”

“They’re alive. Bye, Tuck,” Danny said, and ended the call.

He shoved his phone back into his jacket pocket and made his way down the stairs. The fight outside he had been stationed for was basically over—Captain Marvel and Green Lantern (Danny was pretty sure he had accidentally learned the dude’s actual name at some point, but hell if he could remember)—had pulled out the magic restraints one of the other consultants had handed out.

That had probably been Constantine. Ugh. Constantine. Dude could stand to lighten up a little; skulking and smoking all the time wasn’t the base state of someone enjoyable to be around. Then again, Danny knew he annoyed the shit out of some of the league with his own attitude, so he maybe shouldn’t talk. But at least he was annoying with a smile!

Case in point: Danny grinned at the heroes. “Got it handled?”

“Suppose so,” said the Green Lantern, “though a little more help would have been nice.”

Captain Marvel was too busy getting in a minor tussle with the demon to say anything either way.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m like, pretty mortal,” Danny said. “I’m not fucking with demons right where they can hit me. And I did shoot him!”

Green Lantern rolled his eyes, but admitted the point. Danny cheerfully flipped him off anyway.

“I’ll be heading out, then, the hellmouth this guy crawled out of is like three miles away.” Captain Marvel said, hauling the handcuffed demon over his shoulders like a very angry backpack.

“Oh, one more for the road!” 

Danny hit the demon with a final water gun shot. Hissing and scrunching their face like a cat, the demon tried to lunge at him. It wasn’t very successful. Weirdly non-verbal for a demon, who usually had to talk to make deals and steal mortal souls, but Danny wouldn’t judge. Might be a minor demon. A really basic imp? Who knew.

“Stop being a little bitch and you won’t get spray-bottled, asshole,” Danny chided.

With a loud laugh, Captain Marvel sped away.

[esthermitchell-author]

Invisible Author jumping up and down.

Hello??? Anyone out there? You keep putting forward ideas I've already written, and going "wouldn't this be a great fic?"

Uh... yeah. It would. That's why I WROTE it.

So... bloody... tired.

What the fuck? Why bother? All fucking pointless, anyway.

Here's the list, if you're actually looking:

Born of Starlight

Starts 2 days after the end of Season 2.

Covers the Second Coming battle

Meet Jemima Crowley-Fell -- the half-angel/half-demon celestial being born in Heaven's Starlight Chamber (don't know what that is, read the story!)

A wedding!

Pets!

Lots of adorable domesticity and growing up!

A school bully and the fallout (uh-oh!)

Christmas x3!

Lots of fluff!

And a whole lot more! (137K words worth!)

Under Cover of Night

1941!

The beginning of "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square"

A first kiss?

The rings!

"Maybe, someday"

The Lady Hid Many Secrets

Leonardo da Vinci

What's with the Mona Lisa?

Historical scene

Just post Nahmageddon scene

The truth revealed

Risen To Grace

Christmas, 1914

WWI Western Front

Crowley the Spy / Aziraphale the doctor

Memories of war amidst another (1941)

Memories of war from a time of peace (Post Second Coming)

A Gift of Words

Johannes Guttenberg

The first printed book wasn't the Bible

Bookshop opening, 1800

A secret revealed, many years later

And so much more...

I feel bad for bringing this stuff up like this... But feeling completely invisible is triggering (I know, very much a me thing, not a you one), And I keep seeing all these "master lists" of different kind of GO fanfics (including fluffy, which is what I write), and all these people going "Oh, this would make a great fanfic" and it's like being slapped, kicked, punched, and then walked all over in cleats.

So, this is the start of my list. Probably only to be buried, but hey, at least I know I made the attempt. *shrugs*

Happy reading! Remember...

Keep calm, and ❤️ on!

🐍🪽❤️🏳️‍🌈

🖤🩶🤍💜

[itsohh]

Popstar MK1 Intros

A/N: Now I've finished off Electra Heart heres some intros set after it. This focus's on popstar reader being in costume when they come to fight + them still being in their relationship with Johnny.

Fighters: Johnny Cage, Kenshi Takahashi, Smoke, Liu Kang, Shang Tsung

Warnings: None

Intros Part 1 Electra Heart

Johnny: Oh ho-ho-ho gotta say babe that is a great look on you. I always said that the big screen never captured how truly hot I am but I think it also applies to you.

You: Eyes up here Johnathan. I'm not a doll for you to gawk at.

Johnny: Oh fuck that's hot.

-

Johnny: After this can I eat-

You: Not another word.

-

Johnny: Ooo you're so dominant in character, should wear that to bed. I might even leave a little bit on you at the end of the night.

You: Hmp.

-

You: Wait-wait-wait. Ah fuck lemme take these heel's off I can't keep fighting in costume. This was made to sing in no fight.

Johnny: Hey, hey if your feet are hurting go for it. There's no rush, I can wait. Last thing I want is you hurting.

-

Johnny: Have you written any songs about me perhaps?

You: Oh this is kind of embarrassing, but try an album.

-

Kenshi: Flashy.

You: And impractical.

-

Kenshi: When I see you like this it really makes me realize how much you and Johnny are a match made in heaven.

You: Kenshi you're literally blind.

Kenshi: I think any blind man can see how bright the sequins are on that dress.

-

Kenshi: Why the name Nightingale?

You: It's a long story.

-

Kenshi: You always say your stage self is a character you play but I've yet to hear any difference.

You: That's ‘cause that shits embarrassing off stage. I can get away with Johnny because… I mean look at him.

-

Kenshi: Johnny said you wrote an album about him. He hasn't shut up about it.

You: Yeah might have dropped the ball confessing that one.

-

Smoke: Woah I can't believe your- woah.

You: I'm surprised you're familiar with my work actually.

Smoke: Of course, it's a bit of a guilty pleasure but I loved your second album.

-

You: You know if you're ever free your welcome to tag along to one of my concerts and hit up backstage or front row whatever you prefer.

Smoke: Really?

You: Anytime! I always let my friends hang out.

-

Smoke: Your outfit is more stunning in person than I could have possibly imagined.

You: Yeah but the glitter gets everywhere.

-

Smoke: I remember your fourth album got scrapped, how come?

You: My fucking manager rejected it. Too off brand.

-

Smoke: Johnny's always talking about bad managers, have you tried talking to him about your situation.

You: ...I haven't. My manager isn't terrible but maybe I should.

-

You: The timeline you come from, was I like this?

Liu Kang: Admittedly I didn't know you very well.

-

You: Were we not friends in your timeline? Is that why titan me didn't answer your summon?

Liu Kang: You died man years prior, you were forced to come back only to see Johnny mourning his second wife.

-

You: So me and Johnny have always been together?

Liu Kang: That I don't know.

You: Am I destined to die again? So that Johnny can remarry?

Liu Kang: That is not what I have planned for you.

-

Liu Kang: In my timeline you were always in costume. You fought dressed like this all the time.

You: Fuck that. I can barely get through one fight in these shoes.

-

You: Why change up my destiny? Why not make Johnny happy with his second wife?

Liu Kang: I didn't decide on who you should love. I might have put you in the right place at the right time but that was all you.

-

Shang Tsung: Well well, this is certainly a change.

You: Don't worry, you're still the king of costumes you fucking snake.

Shang Tsung: You wound me dear.

-

Shang Tsung: It's a shame you chose to work with these imbeciles-

You: Don't even bother trying to manipulate me. I've been in Hollywood long enough.

-

You: At least I'll look good, at least I'll look good-

Shang Tsung: What are you mumbling? Don't be afraid to speak up. I don't bite- hard.

You: THESE HEELS MIGHT HURT BUT AT LEAST ILL LOOK GOOD BEATING YOUR ASS

-

Shang Tsung: It's curious the way your people worship you, for music alone…

You: You could always give it up and come a musician instead of the whole ‘murdering everyone with souls’ thing you do.

Shang Tsung: Hahaha, you truly are an entertainer aren't you?

-

You: Let's get this over and done with.

Shang Tsung: So eager to meet your demise?

You: Had a long concert today- kinda wanna go nap.

[considerablecolors]

so anyways thinking about Muriel trying to learn more about humans and watching TV and such and how they would absolutely undeniably be OBSESSED with Bluey once they discovered it. how they would immediately feel connected to characters that are also learning more about the world around them everyday and being proud of themselves for slowly picking up on jokes for the older audience and such. which is a fun thought by itself. BUT THEN.

this brings to mind Muriel wanting to show Bluey to Crowley and Aziraphale (this takes place sometime after season 3 where they're all a family again), and Crowley's like "yeah everyone Below tried really hard to stop it from getting distributed in the US, big blow for us" to which Aziraphale replies "oh yes I spoke with the angel that worked on it, they got quite the promotion!"

anywho both of them try to get out of watching it because "it's a bloody kids show" and "I'm really not too fond of modern television" but Muriel is making puppy dog eyes so OBVIOUSLY they're gonna cave in eventually.

and at first they're not really paying TOO much attention, Aziraphale is charmed by the soundtrack and animation and Crowley does snort at "this isn't the eighties anymore" but like obviously they're not INTO it, they can just admittedly see why Muriel likes it. and then. AND THEN. THE BLUEY EFFECT.

pause. we all know of the Bluey phenomenon. like oh it's this kids show for babies like peppa pig to -> oh there's some fun jokes for the parents here the teachers really like it to -> oh god I'm a 22 year old mentally ill queer person who's been sobbing my eyes out on tiktok for ten minutes why didn't my dad ever love me.

something something the soft gentle tone of the show and its lessons combined with how honest and blunt they are about things combined with the kind and powerful parenting displayed by the main family. it breaks people. it heals wounds. it gets through to those repressed issues. we all know the bluey effect.

NOW. THAT'S FUCKING HUMANS. NOW IMAGINE THAT WITH THESE FUCKERS.

literally centuries worth of repressed trauma, NO emotional intelligence or awareness whatsoever, every mental barrier you can think of, literally mommy issues from GOD, and on top of it all, they're an angel and a demon right so obviously they don't need to worry about petty human things like "therapy" and "coping skills" and "talking through issues" and "boundaries" and ""self-worth"".

BLUEY WOULD FUCKING BREAK THEM.

like oh yes this is a charming show but I'm not sure it's quite for me and then BOOM. Aziraphale gets hit with "there's something going on with me" "does your outside voice sometimes say yes when your inside voice says no?" "I don't think I know how to relax" "I just... felt like I was doing everything wrong"

like wow angel are you actually crying over cartoon dogs you're so emotional and then BOOM. Crowley gets hit with the "you don't need to keep coming back to this place" "he should take care of himself because I still need him" "now you've got all that upset and angry in your hands- do you want to keep it?" "why can’t she just have the thing she wants?"

ALL OF A SUDDEN MURIEL LOOKS UP AND OH MY GOD I MADE MY DADS CRY I'VE NEVER SEEN THEM CRY BEFORE OH NO OH NO WHAT DO I DO UMMM NINA MAGGIE PLEASE COME TO THE BOOKSHOP I THINK I BROKE THEM ON ACCIDENT

i'm just saying if aziraphale and crowley had been blueypilled before then maybe there would've actually been some fucking nightingales ok.

[everywishway]

Headcanons for Junior Year

Cassandra still has Kalina as a familiar. I have two ideas for this

Number one is Kalina was hurting the whole time due to being a literal plague and she was also under the influence of the Nightmare King's power so she's better now. Still standoffish and a trickster but in more of a "tired, goth older sister" way

Number two is that she's a grouchy house cat and is stuck in this tiny body that has a love/hate relationship with the Bad Kids (especially Riz). Like one day she's wrapped around his neck till she claws his nose and runs off. She can't talk either so all that pent-up anger is in a tiny body

I just want more Riz and Kalina pls! They were so good together SY

Garthy Obrien and Aguefort have a nice, long "chat" behind closed doors… It ends up with the both of them deciding how they are going to Co-parent Ayda but Aguefort does end up with a scar in his abdomen.

Ayda substitute teaches a Magical Theory class Adaine and Fig have to take when the teacher leaves for maternity. Hijinx ensue.

Fabian and Aelwyn break up or have already broken up by the time JY starts (i love how most of the fandom doesn't like these two together, lol)

Kristen and Tracker go on break while Tracker is away and Kristen is suffering in silence while Tracker is partying and having a lot of fun (same vibes as Priya and Pete)

All of Fig's Dads (Jawbone, Gilear, and Gorthalax) go get drinks every other month, one-month Sandra-Lynn and Garthy come and drink them all under the table (Sandra-Lynn was banned after that. Garthy still occasionally comes around)

When those nights happen all of the Bad Kids have a giant sleepover and completely take over the first floor of Mordred Manor (Jawbone proceeding to play hopscotch around them to not wake up his spare children)

Nobody actually addresses the Night Yorb during Junior Year and if somebody does Brennan goes in his true New York accent "what Night Yorb?????"

Fabian and Zelda go to both dance classes and kickboxing together, becoming friends around the winter of Sophmore Year

Fabian and Sam do not get along well. Mostly due to the fact, they are both dramatic rich bitches who are fighting over Zelda but also over the fact Sam is mean to Gorgug and Fabian goes "only I am allowed to be a bitch with my friends? Fuck off, Nightingale."

Antiope and Riz shared some sort of stealth elective class and accidentally became good friends? Like, they both watch their gangs of idiots tiredly and corral them up and take them to get ice cream.

On the other hand, Kristen kinda dreads her religious studies course due to Ostentasia being loud and snarky but also kinda appreciates it? Like, you know those class clowns that get on your nerves but they state the obvious when everyone is done with the teacher's shit? Yeah, that's their relationship

She does chill with Yelle tho, like they both smoke weed then go to pet stores and animal shelters and play with animals until they pass out on the floor.

Penny and Adaine are both nerds and Penny is Adaine's tutor when it comes to the history of spells, who made them and why (because Adaine is a practical caster <3)

I have way too many ideas, some of them are on the bingo board :)

[tismrot]

GOOD OMENS S01E3: PARIS - KINKY ROLE PLAY GONE TOO FAR

Can we just appreciate the way Aziraphale isn’t as much held captive as he is impatiently waiting - in fact, I bet he PUT himself in prison and the whole ritual him and Crowley has seems to take a little bit longer than usual. The prison guard is just doing his job, going to cell after cell for prisoners to execute, and sees an antsy Aziraphale who expects to see his demon.

Then, when the prison guard is talking to him, he looks towards the hallway, as if to see if Crowley’s coming.

Aziraphale’s getting increasingly nervous, gradually understanding he might have gone too far this time, with the whole being saved by Crowley thing… But his whole vibe talking to the guard is still more of a “can’t you see I’m busy?” than a “shit, I’m fucked”.

He FELT Crowley coming. Why? Because he can feel love coming the way we feel wind on our faces - and Crowley was even there already. And Crowley definitely feels Aziraphale.

“You’re lucky I was in the area,” Crowley says with INNUENDO all the way to Alpha Centauri. They know what’s up and they’ve known all along, they’ve been doing it since Eden and you can’t tell me otherwise.

These are some kinky ass bitches, taking role play to extreme levels. Safe word is “nightingales”.

Also, yeah, he definitely wanted crêpes and brioche.

[wrengrif]

Because, underneath it all, Crowley was an optimist.

So Wren, some might ask, how is it that you are six months out of Season 2, surrounded by the screams of 'No Nightingales!' 'I forgive you!' 'Nothing lasts forever.' , and still relentlessly optimistic about Season 3?

Well, random Tumblr friend, I'll tell you.

If I don't keep positive about Season 3 bringing Crowley and Aziraphale back together, I am gonna sit here and scream until I am hoarse.

I need to believe that a demon, and an angel, who despite their many differences, are going to find true love and happiness because frankly? I need a fucking fairy tale. I need the serotonin of the 'Forgive Me', the future hug, the second kiss. The South Downs Cottage.

The world is ... an insane place right now. I am doing my bit to stand up for what's humane - protesting, signing petitions, calling people, donating. Honestly though, it gets hard. So, do I indulge in good old-fashioned escapism? Yes I do. Does this mean Season 2 pretty much ripped open my soul and fed it to a hell-hound? Yes it did. How did I cope?

Azicrow Fluff. Quite extraordinary amounts of Azicrow fluff.

Have I read angst post-season two? You betcha. I needed to cry me a river. However, I leaned, and am still leaning So Hard, on an eventual happy ending. I will read a 100 K fic of ups, downs, sideways, just to get to that final moment when they are holding hands and everything is ... Good. Not perfect. Good.

My point is ... my point is ... I'm just going to be over here, humming 'Tomorrow' or some other positive nonsense. If I am that lone warbler, so be it. I gotta believe in something. So I believe in Us. I'll try not to be annoying about it, but yeah, in general this is not gonna be a place for angst. It is for optimism. Very hard fought for optimism. Yeah.

*double-finger guns @neil-gaiman, grimly*

[stevethehairington]

For '100 ways to say i love you' prompt can I get Steddie -72. 'I'll meet you halfway' something healing, some gentleness with a bit of angst/hurt/comfort?

hiiiii! thank you for sending this in!!

omg i got totally sucked into the idea i had for this one and just kept writing and writing so it is like. way past "ficlet" territory but i'm not even mad lfdgsdf.

anyways, i hope this fits the bill! and i hope you like it!

[read on ao3]

72. "I'll meet you halfway"

When Eddie had gotten dragged headfirst into this alternate hellscape dimension, DnD monsters-come-to-life nightmare shitshow, no one told him that by the end of it he’d be offering himself up as bat bait to do his part in putting an end to it all.

No one told him that he’d wind up mangled and shredded and torn apart, but still, somehow, alive.

No one told him that he’d be bedridden for months afterwards, as his body stitched itself back together. That some days would be painful at best, while others would be downright excruciating. That he’d barely be able to walk at first, or bathe himself, or even eat on his own.

No one told him that healing would be the most grueling part of it all.

But those were all things that Eddie could get over. Things that, with time, he could forgive. After all, it’s not like anyone had known that that’s how it was going to play out.

What Eddie could not forgive, however, was the fact that no one, not one single member of their rather large, rather extensive party — who had all been through this multiple times by now and therefore had the knowledge — had told him just how much Steve god damn Harrington loved to play Florence fucking Nightingale in the aftermath.

Because not only had Steve been the first to open his home to Eddie as a safe, nondescript place for him to lie low until his name had been cleared, but he’d also offered to take care of him too.

To help him change his bandages twice a day, to provide meals — delicious, home cooked meals. To make sure Eddie was staying in bed and off of his feet and was taking his medications as prescribed.

At first it was nice. It was kind. Eddie was appreciative of the help, albeit a bit embarrassed by some of the things he did need help with. But Steve hadn’t commented on it, hadn’t questioned any of it either. He’d just been there, a steady rock for Eddie to rely upon.

It’s been close to two months now, and Eddie is by no means completely healed — hell, he’s still got the stitches in his side and the limp in his walk to prove it — but his strength is already leagues better than it was at the start, and the good days are just starting to outnumber the bad ones. Walking is easier, is something he can actually do now, and he can finally move his arms enough to clean his body in the shower. He still needs help with his hair, can’t quite reach that high yet, but he likes to think that won’t be the case for much longer.

Point is, he’s making progress. Things are looking up.

Except, Steve doesn’t seem to be getting that memo.

The first thing he does when Eddie ambles out of the guest bedroom this morning is offer to make something for breakfast. Steve frames it like he’s already about to make himself some eggs to eat, so it’s no bother if Eddie wants some too, but Eddie knows that that isn’t true; as much as Steve loves breakfast food, he’s not a morning person unless he has to be. And he doesn’t have to be today.

Here he is anyway, though. Wide awake and ready to cook.

(It’s the first strike.)

It’s not what Eddie wants. He wants to do it himself. He can do it himself. He doesn’t need Steve’s help to get something to eat.

“I’m not in the mood for eggs,” Eddie tells him instead. “I’m just going to get some cereal.”

“Yeah, sure, okay,” Steve relents. He doesn’t argue, and Eddie’s about to count that as a win.

But after Steve sets the pan down, instead of moving towards the fridge to fetch the eggs for himself, he rises onto his toes and stretches up towards the cupboard above the stove — the one he keeps the bowls in.

Eddie watches as Steve pulls out two ceramic bowls, one for Eddie and one for himself (which only proves that he never really intended to make himself eggs in the first place, if he’s giving up so easily on them). 

When he holds out the bowl for Eddie to take, it sets his teeth on edge.

Eddie takes the bowl, rougher than necessary, but Steve doesn’t even bat an eye. He just continues on his mission, taking the milk from the fridge before tucking it under his arm as he digs through the pantry for not one, not two, but all three brands of cereal he owns. Steve brings them all to the kitchen island and sets them down in front of Eddie — as if he couldn’t walk the four steps it would take to cross the kitchen and pick the kind he wanted himself. As if that would’ve taken so much out of a cripple like him.

(That’s strike two.)

Irritation simmers beneath Eddie’s skin as he fixes his bowl of cereal. He has to bite his tongue to keep from making some nasty remark about his surprise that Steve didn’t just pour the bowl for him and maybe even spoon feed him too.

He takes the seat at the very end of the island, the furthest one away from Steve, and he keeps his head down as he eats his Honeycomb, silently and aggressively.

It’s after he finishes his breakfast that the third and final strike of the morning comes along and pushes Eddie right over the edge.

He stands up too quick. That’s all it is. He stands up too quick and the stitches in his side pull, sending a sharp twinge of pain down his torso and into his legs. He sways on his feet, wincing, but he catches himself — because he’s strong enough to do that now.

Only, that doesn’t stop Steve from swooping in.

He’s across the kitchen and at Eddie’s side in an instant, one hand curling around his waist while the other tugs Eddie’s arm around his shoulders, acting as a support that Eddie doesn’t need.

“I’m fine,” Eddie says through gritted teeth, trying to duck out from under Steve’s arm.

He doesn’t let him though.

“Eddie, come on, you’re—”

(And that’s strike three.)

“Jesus christ,” Eddie bursts, throwing his left elbow out to knock Steve’s arm away from his waist. He shakes out his right hand too until Steve’s grip loosens and he can yank himself free.

It hurts, to jerk away that harshly, but Eddie ignores the fresh spikes of pain that accompany the sharp movements. The need to get away overpowers the need to not hurt right now.

He just can’t take another second of Steve’s coddling.

“Stop. Stop! You have to stop!” Eddie shouts, gripping onto the edge of the island to steady himself.

Steve, through all his concern, looks completely taken aback. Like he didn’t see any of this coming. “What?” He asks, bewildered. “What the hell man? I’m just trying to help!”

Eddie lets out a frustrated growl and squeezes his hand into a fist at his side. His nails bite into his palm, but he doesn’t care. It’s a nice redirection of pain, if anything. Of anger, too.

“I don’t need your help,” he snaps back.

Steve bristles at the harshness of his tone, his own hackles rising. “No, you don’t want it — that’s different.”

“No, Steve,” Eddie counters again. “I don’t need it. Not with every little god damn thing. I mean, jesus christ, you’re treating me like I’m a… a fucking— porcelain doll or something! Like I’m going to break if I… if I… if I try to walk to the bathroom on my own or try to make myself breakfast or,” he laughs bitterly, gestures at the stool, “god forbid, if I stand up too fast! I’m not an invalid!”

Steve winces, then sighs, and it’s like what little fight he’d had to begin with drains right out. “I know I’m being a lot,” he starts, and Eddie wants to laugh again, wants to shout ‘you think?’ in his face. He doesn’t. Keeps his mouth closed and lets Steve finish. 

“But, jesus, Eddie, you didn’t see yourself. Those bats,” he shudders, “they made a fucking feast out of you. You were— your heart stopped. You died.” 

Steve scrubs a hand over his face, leaning all of his weight back against the edge of the sink, like he can’t carry it anymore. When he drops his hands, he looks haggard under the fluorescent light of the kitchen. “I had to administer CPR,” he says.

Eddie’s breath catches. He didn’t know that part. He doesn’t know a lot of what happened that night, if he’s being honest. Most of it is one big blur in his brain. Eddie remembers the concert with Dustin, remembers the bats and the trailer vents, remembers sending Dustin up that rope, but everything after he cut it… the memories are like grains of sand slipping through his fingers. 

He didn’t know.

Steve takes a couple seconds to appraise Eddie then, to search him for… for something. 

“We— I fought to get you back, Eddie,” he says, with feeling, “and I’m going to fight to keep you here. I’m not going to let you flounder.”

Eddie swallows, lets the fist at his side dissolve as the last of his defensiveness leaks out of him. The knot in his shoulders loosens, and the flame that had been licking at his insides, firing him up, fizzles out until it’s nothing but fading embers. He takes a step towards Steve, hesitating. Then another and another and another until he’s by his side.

“Steve,” he says, lifting his hand to touch, but he stops himself before he can. “I’m— I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done, I really am.” Eddie pauses then, and Steve finally looks up to meet his eyes. “But that’s the thing. I’m not like that anymore. I’m not— fragile. I’m not going to break. I’m getting better every day — thanks to you! — but that means I can do things on my own now.”

Steve’s eyes drop again, and some of his hair, soft and productless, flops down over his brow. “You don’t need to,” he argues weakly, and there’s that word again. Need.

“Yeah, but I want to,” Eddie replies, and he doesn’t miss a beat as he continues on. “And that doesn’t mean I don’t still want you around. I— I do,” he says, and it feels like a confession. He tries not to think too hard about that. “I just… don’t need you to take care of me anymore.”

“But what if that’s what I want?” Steve asks. “What if I want to take care of you?”

It feels like something bigger, when Steve says it. Like maybe he isn’t just talking about this, the aftermath. Like maybe… maybe he’s talking about more.

And that’s the kicker. The thing that Eddie doesn’t get. Steve went through so much to save him. To rehabilitate him. And he still wants to do more. Eddie doesn’t understand why. Steve barely knew him before. He still barely knows him now. He doesn’t owe Eddie anything.

“Why?” Eddie asks, unable to stifle the curiosity.

Steve smiles then, this wispy ghost of a thing, but it’s there. Eddie sees it. It pulls at his cheeks and softens his eyes. 

Steve shrugs, scuffs the bottom of his socked foot against the linoleum. “Because I like you,” he says, and Eddie’s heart flops traitorously in his chest. “Because I want you around too. Because taking care of people is what… it’s what family does. And like it or not, you’re part of this family now.” He says it firmly, like Eddie has no choice in the matter.

Edide doesn’t want a choice.

He’s never been… never been part of a family before. Not one like this. One so full of loyalty, and devotion, and love.

Eddie doesn’t know what to say back, doesn’t know if he’d be able to say anything even if he did know what, with the thickness of his throat and the burning around his eyes that tells him he’s close to tears.

So he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes that last teeny tiny step into Steve’s space, and he hugs him.

It catches Steve off guard but only for a second before his arms curl back around Eddie. They hover, though, like he’s afraid of hurting him.

For once, that makes Eddie smile. “I’m not going to break,” he whispers into Steve’s ear, tightening his own hold on Steve.

Steve chuckles softly, but he finally finally settles his arms properly around Eddie — safe, warm, tight — and lets himself melt into the hug.

Eddie buries his face into Steve’s neck, feels the way Steve presses back into his hair. He holds on tight, drinks in his fill; he doesn’t want it to end.

When they break apart a few long seconds later, they don’t go very far. Steve’s arm stays wound around Eddie’s shoulder, and Eddie keeps one of his tucked around Steve’s back.

“I have a proposal,” Steve announces, glancing over at Eddie.

Eddie lifts an eyebrow.

“I propose… a compromise,” Steve says. “How does this sound: I’ll meet you halfway in all of this.” He brings his hand to his chest. “I’ll still help you with your bandages. I’ll remind you about your meds. I’ll keep washing your hair until you can do it yourself. But I’ll lay off the rest.”

Steve moves his hand to Eddie’s chest now, poking a finger right to the center. “You get to walk to the bathroom alone, you get to make yourself breakfast, and if you’re falling I’ll only catch you if you want me to.”

A little late for that one, Eddie thinks to himself offhandedly.

“But,” Steve continues, still in that purposeful tone, “you have to promise me that if you do need help, you’ll ask for it, okay?”

Eddie smiles. Nods. “Okay,” he says. “I can do that.”

“Good,” Steve says firmly, and he holds up his pinky.

It makes Eddie want to giggle of all things. A pinky promise. Like they’re god damn children. Except, he knows how seriously Steve takes pinky promises. Knows that they mean more to him than any other kind of promise. 

Eddie feels sort of special, getting to have one with Steve.

He sticks out his own pinky, only just before Steve can lock them together, he curls his back in.

“You too, though,” Eddie adds, seriously. “You’re allowed to ask for help too, y’know. Just because my bites are worse doesn’t mean yours aren’t bad too. This goes both ways, Harrington.”

Steve nods. “Deal,” he says.

“Deal,” Eddie echoes.

They lock their pinkies.

Things are going to be okay.

100 ways to say i love you prompts

[ineffable-baker-street]

after some recovery time, so as not to be so heartbroken, these are my thoughts on the final episode that i wrote as i was watching it, but that i was too sad to post yesterday:

(apologies in advance for how much i had to say)

- muriel is literally adorable

- LMAO CROWLEY TIPTOEING WEIRDLY BEHIND MURIEL I LOVE HIM

- maggie rn: 🖕🖕

- magGIE NO what is WRONG WITH YOU DONT INVITE THEM IN

- FUCKING MORON MAGGIE

- lmao that one demon who just turned around and was like, yeah alright, i'll leave

- look at crowley's pleased little grin he's so cute

- hello??? so he was a hiGH HIGH angel, like he was important af??? i really hope that's explored more in season 3

- god aziraphale is so soft and sweet, he just wants to stay in his bookshop drinking hot chocolate all day

- yes he is Crowley's Emotional Support Angel, thank you very much

- Crowley, Prince of Heaven. it has a nice ring to it ngl

- omfg crowley's little shoulder punch to muriel, he's like a big brother 😭

- sTOP HE HAS A HALO???

- hajsnshdhdh stop i LOVE crowley, his laugh is literally my favourite thing he's so proud of Az

- "it's a cardboard box, it's not going to bite you" ICONIC

- ooh. beelzebub and gabriel have a bit of thing going on don't they? "you're perfect 🥺" "gently 🥰". are they going to be... A Thing?? cause i ship it

- OH MY GOD ITS THE ROLLERCOASTER SONG. IN THE BACKGROUND. OMG IT ALL MAKES SENSE

- IM SOBBING GABRIEL/BEELZEBUB WAS NOT SOMETHING I KNEW I NEEDED BUT THEY'RE BEAUTIFUL

- also aziraphale putting his hand on crowley's arm please my heart can't take this

- "i've had quite enough of this. you will speak, one at a time" YES AZIRAPHALE I LOVE YOU. AND CROWLEY'S PROUD LITTLE SMIRK 😭

- "you know Alpha Centauri's nice, always wanted to go there" *exchanges soft glance with aziraphale* SCREAMING

- him and aziraphale needing 'us time' 😭😭

- oh my god he's clEANING. WHILE PINING AFTER AZIRAPHALE. MY HEART CANNOT COPE

- nina, to maggie: "you're not helping angel" ANGEL. LIKE THE SAME AS- IM- I CANT

- hA yes you TELL him nina and maggie, he is in love with aziraphale and they both need to come to terms with that

- holy fuck. he's about to make a love confession. glasses are off, emotions are bared. this is going to be painful though i can feel it

- oh no. no no no please no

- no no no crowley is begging this is all going wrong

- jesus fucking christ crowley's about to cry my heart can't handle this

- THE PAUSES SO HE DOESNT START CRYING

- just the two of them. 'us'. please please please.

- FUCK ME THE SUNNIES ARE BACK ON THIS IS BAD

- "i- i NEED you"

- no please there's so much more to say. don't leave aziraphale please dont.

- FUCK DONT MENTION THE NIGHTINGALES

- GOD FUCKING BITCH THEY KISSED, FINALLY THEY KISSED AND IT WAS CROWLEY'S LAST EFFORT TO CONVINCE AZIRAPHALE TO STAY

- "i forgive you." "dont bother." im sobbing i cannot cope with this

- PLEASE AZIRAPHALE STAY PLEASE

- god crowley watching him is so heartbreaking, because he looks nonchalant but he was HOPING AGAINST HOPE THAT AZIRAPHALE WOULD RUN TO HIM

- LMAO THE SECOND COMING THATS SO FUNNY THOUGH

- no. dont step into the lift.

- stop the song is so sad but also really funny

well, my heart is in pieces. so that's nice.

[actual-changeling]

Hey yeah remember this post?

I discovered a new parallel that for some reason is ripping my heart out, so of course I have to share it. Since I love pain, I was looking at the confession scene and realized that the shared miracle in episode 1 gave us an oddly familiar image.

About to go unhinged again in my interpretation, but by now that's pretty on brand.

While my first analysis was about Crowley and his communication with god, this one is more about symbolism and his relationship with Aziraphale. The shared miracle was Zira's idea, and I still stand by past me saying that this was not the first time they performed one together, yet it's Crowley who actually goes to check.

Aziraphale trusts, Crowley needs to check, needs to make sure - he questions. It is a very, very old pattern by now, Crowley fell because he asked questions, he lost Aziraphale several times by asking him a question (holy water, going off together, etc.), while Aziraphale simply trusts in the 'ineffable plan'. In part, this is why Crowley is the active protector. You need to be uncertain and question everything if you really want to make sure that someone or something is safe.

Metatrash definitely manipulated Aziraphale, and one of the reasons why he had quite the easy time with that is the lack of inquiries from Aziraphale. Even after everything they have been through, he still took whatever Metacunt told him and trusted him enough to decide that he was telling the truth. Crowley is the one who questions it, who tells him that heaven and hell will both destroy earth and humanity, that there's no difference. He is silently begging Aziraphale to question Metadumb and heaven, and it pokes right into the central conflict Aziraphale has to work on. Put on the spot, he cannot do what Crowley is asking of him, especially not with Metafuck right outside the door.

The kiss and the reference to the nightingales is Crowley's last ditch effort to get him to stay. While the nightingale line is about the song, I do think it is quite literally about the bird singing, too. During their date at the Ritz, one was in fact singing, and I personally like to believe that Crowley heard it. He points up, and Aziraphale follows and also looks at the ceiling before saying that he does not hear anything. How does it connect?

Well, the unhinged part is exactly that - the connection.

No nightingales not just means that their relationship is not at a good point/actively falling apart, it also means that Aziraphale's choice to go back to heaven is not validated by fate/god. I don't think the nightingale singing during their date was a coincidence or one of them doing an accidental miracle. It was god's/the universe's way of validating their choices and their relationship, telling them that yes, they saved the world, and god approves of them being [vague hand gestures trying to summarize whatever the fuck they were in-between seasons].

Or to put it bluntly, Crowley isn't just telling him that they're breaking up and he loves him, he is telling him that he is being fucking stupid and needs to start asking questions. Their entire conversation is worth a line-by-line analysis so I will just put an end to it here or I will explain myself into the next century.

Anyway, I hope this is somewhat coherent and y'all understand what I'm getting at.

[ineffablelunatics]

Fleabag Ending Vs. GO2 Finale

I’ve made a few parallels of Fleabag and Good Omens 2 before, but they were really just one liners. But I wanted to show how the two endings line up quite well even though I don’t believe the motivations are directly equivalent.

“You nailed it.” -Fleabag.

“They always lie. it’ll always come in a minute. There really into each other those two.”-Priest

“They really pulled it off.”- Priest

“Was your sister okay?”- Priest “Yea, she just..” -Fleabag

“-seemed a bit on edge.”- Priest “-she..uh..had a bit of a work thing.” -Fleabag

“Wow, dedicated.” -Priest  “Addicted.” Fleabag; they say at the same time

a pause, she smiles at him..

“Its God isn’t it?”- Fleabag

“Yeah.” -Priest 

another pause

“damn” pause” damn” -Fleabag

then she looks directly into his eyes

“You know the worst thing is that I fucking love you. I love you. No. No. Let’s just leave that out there for a second on its own. I love you.”-Fleabag

the priest takes her hand, “It’ll pass.”

“This bus is not magically coming”- Fleabag

“I think I’ll walk.”

“Okay.”

The priest turns to look at her, “Uh, see you Sunday. I’m joking you are never ever allowed in my church again. I love you too. Okay. “ A small wave then he takes off down the street.

-The bus doesn’t come. But a fox does. She tells him that he went that way. Hugs the statue close. She gets up. Shakes her head to camera. Leaves the statue in the trash. 

—————————————————————————————————-

The sister and the man at the airport is a interesting parallel to Beelzebub and Gabriel running off together. Then ‘flying’ away. They were both ‘dedicated and addicted’ to Armageddon but they left that for each other.

Aziraphale chooses to go to Heaven. In my opinion, to try and change things, but nonetheless, he leaves. Crowley makes his confession anyway. They let a kiss ‘hang in the air’. Either way, Aziraphale still has to leave.

The fox(the Metatron) makes sure to go after him and leave Crowley. Crowley is the one to tell Aziraphale to talk to the Metatron. Crowley watches as he leaves. We watch them both walk away.

I think it could work for season one as well with Shadwell and Tracy. Dedicated and Addicted to their former selves but giving it up for the other. Adam chooses being a kid over being ruler of everything(if they’d won). A nightingale sings in Berkeley Square whilst angels dine at the Ritz like the fox(sometimes a metaphor for God) following them. They were holding onto their statuses like the statue and finally let it go.

I have no idea what this was for or why I wrote this, but hopefully you’ve enjoyed it if you’ve made it this far. I don’t really think their motivations line up specifically the Priest’s and Aziraphale’s. Fleabag and Crowley and their similarities and differences as well. But I think it’s interesting to look at the ending similarities. Anyway, hope you’ve enjoyed it.

[moonlight-presence]

Last Effort

Category: M/M

Fandom: Good Omens (tv show)

Relationships: Crowley X Aziraphale

Words: 2 385

Summary: What if Crowley had not left after kissing Aziraphale? What if he had tried one last thing to convince him to change his mind? Can one thing that is damned from the start, come together in the end? Well...Read more to find out.

OR

I wrote this to deal with the s2 finale and I ended up making myself cry harder... so yeah.

MATURE CONTENT 18 +

Crowley looked at Aziraphale, his face torn between anguish and despair, a mixture of expressions Crowley had hoped he would never see on his face.

"I need you!", he yelled, his voice breaking, coming stuck in his throat as it struggled to get out, "I don´t think you understand what I am offering you..."

Crowley remained with his eyes locked outside, his heart beating faster than it had ever beaten in his very long life. Not when he had fought angels, not when he had challenged Heaven, not even when he had thought Aziraphale was in danger...But it was like a thunderstorm now, bursting inside of his ribcage.

"I understand...", he said calmly, his eyes meeting his traitor, "And I understand it a lot better than you do..."

"Well...Then there´s nothing more to say." Words of betrayal, spoken by someone Crowley had never imagined they would have been.

The demon felt his heart shattering, his last bit of hope slowly fading away as he looked at Aziraphale´s determined face.

"Listen. Can you hear that?", he asked with a finger pointed up.

"I don´t hear anything!"

You stupid idiot...You fool. "That´s the point. No nightingales.."

Aziraphale´s effort to remain unfazed shattered as a wave of sorrow washed through him. He locked his eyes with his friend- his partner, his lover, his everything- and sent him a glare that seemed to translate to "How dare you.." Crowley remained firm.

"You idiot, we could have been...Us.", Crowley´s voice nearly broke down as he forced those words out of his mouth.

He knew he had lost but he had to try this at least once. Crowley would not leave Aziraphale without at least doing this just one time. Yes, he was going to lose but he wasn´t going to let that stubborn, arrogant, beautiful, stupid, fool of an angel off the hook that easily.

Aziraphale turned his face away from him and, in an act of pure despair, Crowley moved towards him and grabbed him by his jacket, their lips crashing together.

Crowley heard Aziraphale gasp against his mouth but continued pressing their lips together. He would not leave without showing him how much he cared for him, how much he mattered to him. The kiss was not filthy, or deviously unpure as one might think a demon would kiss, but it was rather pure... Kind and passionate and so very shaky.

Crowley felt Aziraphale´s hand against his back, his fingers not knowing what to do as they shook against his jacket. He could sense the angel trembling against him, trying to gain the courage to fight him back but failing miserably. Crowley knew that he wanted this... He could sense the passion between them, the longing that was brooding during the millennia they had known each other for.

Crowley broke the kiss first, surprisingly, and Aziraphale let out a shaky breath, his face furrowed in a mixture of emotions the demon could not figure out. He looked at him with tears behind his black glasses, his lips still tingling with Aziraphale´s warmth.

The angel took a step back, his mouth trying to find words as shaky breaths escaped his lips. He looked like somebody who was not expecting a poisonous snake to bite him, to stick its fangs upon his flesh, to intoxicate his system and weaken his body.

"I...I forgive you."

You stupid fucking idiot.

Crowley took off his glasses, throwing them to the ground, and stepped forward. He should be leaving, he should be gone by now but that stupid heart of his, too soft because of Aziraphale, told him to remain there.

"I don´t want your bloody forgiveness, angel, I want you. I want you and me, together.", he said, black tears flowing from his bright yellow eyes.

"I-I... I can´t. We...Can´t. Crowley, please.", Aziraphale said with a strained voice, his own beautiful eyes filling with tears. Crowley grabbed his jaw and placed a kiss on his lips again, and again, and again, and again.

He tasted Aziraphale´s golden tears in his mouth as their lips moved together. He felt the angel´s shaking body press against him, so weak and fragile. Fuck, he was going to fight for all eternity before letting that stupid idiot do something he would regret.

Crowley grabbed AZiraphale´s jacket and began sliding it down but the angel placed his hands on top of his. "Crowley... Please. I-I...You have to leave."

"Do you want me to leave?", he asked in a whisper, their foreheads pressed together.

"Y-Yes."

"Swear it. Bloody swear it and I will walk away and leave you alone for the rest of eternity."

Aziraphale´s eyes released a flood of tears as his lips trembled with the ultimatum Crowley had just given him. He placed his hands on Crowley´s chest and slightly hit the area, not hard enough to hurt but strong enough to make the demon realize the pain of his words.

"You bastard.", the angel cursed, much to Crowley´s surprise.

Aziraphale grabbed Crowley and brought their lips together once more, his hands grabbing the demon by his shoulders and pulling him close. Crowley smiled between kisses and took off Aziraphale´s jacket quickly, his fingers already working on the buttons of his vest.

They began undressing each other quickly, the bookshop soon filling up with books on the ground as they bumped against shelves, tables, pillars... They did not say one word to each other as Crowley grabbed Aziraphale by the thighs and put him on top of the nearest table.

The angel watched as Crowley took off the last piece of clothing from his torso and threw it back, his eyes red with tears and sorrow. He kicked his shoes from his feet, forgetting about the pain in his chest and the little voice inside of his head that told him to stop that immediately.

Crowley, on the other hand, was busy shutting the blinds and ripping Aziraphale´s blouse from his chest, his fingers working on the belt of the angel´s pants with an incomparable hunger. He did not know what would happen after they had had each other but he did not want to find out, so...As fool does when he´s in love, he looked at his everything and admired him.

"You are beautiful.", Crowley said as his fingers unbuttoned Aziraphale´s pants and slid them down his legs.

"Oh...Well, thank you.", Aziraphale said with a smile that soon turned sour from the thoughts inside of his head. He watched as Crowley removed his pants and then grabbed his wrists, "You are also beautiful."

"Oh...I have been told before, yes...", he replied in an attempt at a joke. Aziraphale rolled his eyes playfully and gave him a warm smile.

"Thank you, angel.", Crowley said with a serious tone of voice this time. He got down on his knees and spread Aziraphale´s legs, his lips already brushing on his skin.

"C-Crowley...", he said with a whimper as Crowley began kissing his inner thighs slowly.

"Sssshhhh, no more of that, okay? It´s just us, now. It´s just you and me, angel.", he whispered as he softly palmed Aziraphale´s cock through his boxers.

The angel let out a shaky moan and bit his lip, his fingers grabbing the desk with immense strength as he tried to remain composed. Crowley took that as a challenge and licked the slit of his hardening cock suddenly, making Aziraphale gasp.

"Oh...Oh...", the angel whispered with eyes half shut, his hands now on Crowley´s bright red hair.

The demon wickedly smiled and grabbed the boxers, pulling them down softly and freeing Aziraphale´s penis. The angel blushed at the sight of Crowley looking at his erection, but said nothing as the demon grabbed his shaft and slowly began pumping it.

"You have no idea for how long I have wanted to do this, Aziraphale.", he whispered as Aziraphale threw his head back and moaned a bit louder.

Crowley brought his mouth to his shaft and parted his lips, wrapping them around the angel´s cock and swallowing him down. Aziraphale gasped and bit his lip, nearly drawing blood as immense pleasure washed through him.

Crowley moved up and down fast, his tongue swirling on the shaft and his hands massaging Aziraphale´s thighs in a shooting way. It had been ages since he had last had sex and well...Sex with demons is just kind of nasty so Crowley would not very much like to repeat that experience. But this...Fuck, this was beyond Crowley´s dreams.

"Oh...I feel so good. It feels so good...So this is what...Ah...Sex feels like.", Aziraphale tried to say between breaths, "No wonder humans like it so, argh, much. Oh, Crowley...Yes."

Crowley could feel that Aziraphale was getting close so he removed his mouth, earning a whimper from his lover, "I know, I know, angel... I am going to make you feel even better now, okay?"

He got up and kissed him again, their tongues dancing with each other. "Turn around and put your belly on the table, beautiful." Aziraphale blushed a bit but nodded, his body covered in sweat and a few tears that had dropped from his face, earlier.

As he moved, Crowley removed his belt from his pants and pulled his pants and boxers down, freeing his aching erection from his confinements at last.

"This might feel a bit weird at first but it´s going to feel just marvelous in a few seconds, okay?", Crowley said as he put his fingers on his mouth and coated them in saliva.

"Okay...Can I look at you?", Aziraphale asked with his eyes locked on the table. Crowley´s heart ached and he nodded, black tears dripping from his eyes again.

"Y-yes...Of course you can, you idiot.", he smiled as Aziraphale looked over his shoulder and met his eyes. He was crying too.

Crowley pressed his fingers on Aziraphale´s entrance and slowly pushed one in. The angel hissed a bit in discomfort but Crowley kissed his back, shooting him away.

"It´s okay...It´s okay...I am here. You are safe with me.", he whispered against the sweaty skin.

Crowley began moving his finger inside and then Aziraphale gasped as he hit his prostate. The demon smiled and hit it again and again until Aziraphale was nothing more than a chain of moans and whimpers.

He added another finger, slowly at first, and then another until Aziraphale grabbed the edge of the table and pre-cum dripped from his cock to the floor below.

"P-Please...I need you. I need you."

Again with the words...Oh, those wretched words.

"You have me.", Crowley whispered, taking off his fingers and pumping his cock with saliva from his mouth.

He lined himself with Aziraphale´s entrance and then slowly pushed inside. The angel gasped in a bit of pain and Crowley stopped, letting him adjust.

They proceeded with that- Aziraphale adjusting to the size of Crowley and the demon fighting his urges not to fuck him senseless. In the end, Crowley´s cock was fully inside Aziraphale´s burning and tight walls.

"C-Can I move? Fuck...", Crowley asked with urgency as his forehead dropped on top of Aziraphale´s shoulders.

"Y-Yes.", the angel said with a nod.

Crowley sighed in relief and began fucking him, slowly at first and then a bit rougher. Aziraphale could do nothing more but whimper below him, his mouth parted in pleasure and his eyes shut.

"You feel so good. So good for me, angel."

"A-argh... I...Oh, I love you." Crowley stilled his hips suddenly.

"You...Aziraphale, look at me.", he begged and the angel refused, his eyes locked shut, "Please, fucking look at me!"

He trembled with the louder tone of voice and finally opened his eyes, meeting Crowley´s.

"Say it again.", he begged, moving his hips again, his hands on Aziraphale´s hips.

"I...Crowley...", he shuddered as pleasure began pulsing through his body again.

"Please. Please.", he begged over and over again with each thrust.

"I love you! Oh, I fucking love you!", the second time Aziraphale cursed that day. What a fucking day...

"I love you too. I love you so much.", Crowley confessed, grabbing Aziraphale´s cock and pumping it fast.

"Oh...OH! Crowley, I think I am going to-"

"It´s alright. Just let it happen. I have you.", Crowley moaned in Aziraphale´s ear, breathing against his eardrum.

Aziraphale tightened around Crowley´s cock as he orgasmed and that was the last of the demon´s control. He halted his hips as his own orgasm burst through him, his whole body trembling in waves as he spilled inside the angel.

They remained there, inside of each other, for a few seconds before Crowley kissed Aziraphale´s back and removed himself. The next few minutes consisted of them getting cleaned and dressed, both not saying a word or looking at each other.

In the end, after they had taken each other, after they had both confessed their feelings, Crowley reached for Aziraphale, and the angel moved away.

Oh... So it is going to be like this.

"Aziraphale-"

"Leave, Crowley...We are not meant for each other, we can´t keep doing this forever. We...For the love of God, Crowley, nothing lasts forever.", Aziraphale spat out with his eyes fixed on the floor.

Crowley´s last piece of hope vanished and he accepted the harsh truth. He accepted his fate.

He did not say one more word as he turned around and left the bookshop, his glasses hiding the tears in his eyes.

As Crowley walked towards his car, he reminisced on the day he and Aziraphale both watched "Romeo and Juliet" being performed for the first time... He remembered how they had talked about the play and congratulated Shakespeare on it, praising him for the tragic love story. On that day he had wondered how humans could write such things, such tales of heartbreak and anguish over this so-called "love"...Now he understood.

Now he knew what it was like.