#its just hngk

[ronithesnail]

Season one “i forgive you” season two “i forgive you” wouldnt it be crazy if he’s the first one to say “i love you” in season three

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

A 'mysterious source' just told me that while heaven and hell suck, he'd die if he were crowley or aziraphale's employer and. like. That's so true?

Beelzebub: We don't have ze bezt reputation az employerz here in hell.

Beelzebub: But you try dealing with ze demon Crowley for a day.

[at admin]

Dagon: It says here you saved a bunny from being eaten.

Crowley: Hngk, well, no. I robbed a poor stray dog of its meal.

Dagon: Tell me you didn't then buy the stray dog food.

Crowley:

Dagon: Did you adopt the stray dog?

Crowley: ...if Demidemon barks, the neighbours can't sleep. They will then... uh, murder each other in their... senseless rage.

Dagon *face in hands*: Was God damning you or us when you fell?

[yaekiss]

zhongli asking for ur help to lay his eggs only to learn they’re unfertlized… fucking him with them inside him to fertilize them… >< 👍

꩜ Room Content: GN! Dom! Top! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Zhongli, no gendered terms for reader, reader has a cock, Zhongli's anatomy written to have 2 dicks, a pussy, and a womb, mentions of heat, eggs. (thanks blake), lmk if I missed anything ! ꩜ A/N: I've been thinking about this since u dropped this in my inbox, @uplatterme. also tagging @mahal-kita !! <3 honestly, I didn't really mean for it to become a ramble....... and I feel like this could've been more monsterfucky idk,, I haven't reach the full potential for this one, I'll add in extra thoughts in the tags

You come home one day and you find your poor husband with his draconic features out, his tail and horns proudly on display, along with scales that shimmer faintly in the light littered across his skin, and his talons.

He's coiled up on your sofa, looking downright miserable as his tail flicks back and forth irritably. It's not hard to tell that he's in a foul mood.

"Apologies you have to see me in such a state but it seems that my heat has snuck up on me this time," he may sound sorry however, the way he's eyeing you down is anything but. As if trying to entrance you to take things further. 

“I would love for it to be over fast, however, for that to happen, copulation is required.” 

The hem of his robe slips down his shoulder, revealing his (unmarked) skin. He's tempting you, the sly dragon, lashes batting at you.

"But you will help me, right, dearest?"

A slash from his claws makes quick work of the sash tying his robes and he sheds the thin fabric, letting you drink in the sight of his heat. His 2 cocks are already hard and weeping, precum drooling from the tips. But what really catches your eye is his glistening cunt, folds so wet and dripping with slick.

Zhongli drags you down, looping his arms around your neck and pressing himself flushed against you, intoxicated by the warmth of your body. He frees your cock and traces a claw against its underside, eager to have it deep in him.

Carefully, he presses his cocks against yours, hissing at the searing heat of the contact. Avoiding the sharp tips of his talons, he wraps his hands around the both of you and frots. Precum beads at the top, dripping down and coating your cock with every roll of Zhongli’s hips. His breath comes out in pants, already losing himself to the mounting pleasure.

“Hah… This feels so good…!” His voice is gravelly, laced with lust as he speeds up his pace, frotting his length against yours harder. But just as he’s about to cum, you yank his hands away, stopping him from reaching his climax. A snarl builds up in his throat at this but it quickly melts into a moan as you slap your tip on his clit.

“Let’s not forget about our main goal, hmm? But first, I want you to beg for it.”

“Please dearest, pleasepleaseplease, I n-need you!” He’s frantically trying to take you into him, jerking up to meet you but whining when your hands move to clamp around the plush flesh of his hips to prevent him from moving.

“Do not tease, please, I need to carry your clutch!” And that’s all you need to hear before you’re sinking into him, bottoming out without any resistance because of how wet he already is.

“Hngk! S-so full!” His head is thrown back as you thrust, paired with how his cocks are trapped between the two of you, bliss floods every nerve in him. Shakily guiding your hand to his womb, he groans out, “Can you- ah! -feel my eggs? You will fill me with y-your cum, pump me full-!?”

His words are cut off with you pressing the heel of your palm on his clit, grinding on the sensitive nub, bringing your poor dragon to completion. He clamps down on your length as he climaxes, the sudden increase in tightness making you cum as well, his walls milking you for all you’re worth.

The veins climbing up his arms glow a molten gold as his two cocks twitch while they splatter his release on your skin. Something slithers and wraps around you, a glance reveals that it's his tail, as if trying to keep you in him for as long as possible. Greedy. 

For a moment, there’s a dreamy far off look in his eyes as he pats his tummy, one that soon changes to something more animalistic in nature, hungry for more. His tail wraps tighter around you, helping you reach deeper into him, parts that have him seeing stars behind his eyes.

“Perhaps we need to go for a few more rounds, dearest. I need to make sure it takes, after all ♡”

Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡

[failedinsomniac]

It was a nice day.

There had been many like it before. The cacophony of the hall, the brilliant colors of the cosplayers, the undercurrent of desperation in the fans as they queued for the signing tables. At the moment a particularly nervous Crowley stood across the table from him. The whole scene was a familiar soup—until it wasn’t.

He froze in the sudden silence. An unnatural stillness surrounded him, like a switch had been flipped.

Was that…was that the echo of a finger snap fading in the far reaches of the cavernous hall?

His eyes darted around frantically before he even dared to try lifting his head—COULD he move his head? Nothing else within his line of sight moved. The word “preternatural” popped into his mind.

Slowly, he looked up from the photo he’d been signing. The black-clad figure now before him was taller, thinner even than himself. It was dressed in clothes that may as well have been its actual skin. The dark glasses, the hair of cooled hellfire…There could be no doubt. After a moment’s contemplation, it spoke.

“Sssssooo…you’re it, eh?” The voice was deep, and…oily?

David Tennant was, unlike the others in the hall, immobilized by his own brain. He stared up, mouth agape, wondering vaguely what eyes would look down on him if the glasses disappeared.

A smirk twitched the demon’s lips. Then it leaned over, removed the sunglasses and said, “Watch the ssstuttering.”

Those eyes.

It raised a hand to snap its fingers, but the sound was lost in the resumed din. The unlikely little Crowley had reappeared, holding her glasses so that he could see & hopefully approve of her contacts; she gushed admiration over his ability to wear them while acting, weren’t they so uncomfortable and didn’t they just ruin your vision? Finally, nonplussed by his frozen stare and jostled by a handler, she picked up her half-signed photo and was ushered away. David blinked and with a sudden gasp, began breathing again.

“Ye-yeah j-j-ah…hngk…sh-…”

THOSE EYES.

[thestargatherer]

;god i am so sorry for dropping out of nowhere. I had kind of fallen off of most internet stuff for various personal reasons, then I got a new job recently and my internet still isn't the greatest and absolutely LOATHES this site on desktop and mobile is a shitshow, and with me kind of taking a step back from my personal blog I kind of fell off the face of the earth with my rp ones

I got to be blunt, I still got the creative juice for rping, but this site in its general capacity has giving me blah vibes for awhile now (it isnt any of you, trust me!!). I will try to come back, but I am more readily available on discord.

[toweroftickles]

Reimagined Tickling #1

Prince of Egypt/Breath of the Wild

Ok, so, let me explain real quick. Haha I've got a ton of requests that I'm working on right now...more Ghibli stories, Digimon, Balan Wonderworld, etc. But in the midst of all that I had this idea and just wanted to write it out really quick. A lot of times when I see a tickling scene in a movie or TV show, I imagine how fun it would be to see other characters in those same situations. You know, like "Oh I wanna see X character get tickled like that." So I thought I'd try writing a few drabbles where I'll take a famous tickle scene and reinterpret it with new characters in new settings.

Now, as I've said before on this blog, one of my favorite tickle scenes ever is the one from The Prince of Egypt. XDDD

So I thought for my first one, I'd do a variant on this scene with...

Link...

...and some lovely Gerudo women. ;)

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With an eardrum-splitting rumble, the massive Molduga burst through the sand and knocked Link high into the air.

On the urging of Riju, the young hero had gone deep into the sands of Gerudo Desert to slay the great beast, which had been ransacking nearby settlements, gorging itself on collected fruits. Nothing he couldn’t handle. But this Molduga in particular was proving to be a challenge. As he thrust his spear into its underside, it rose to its full height, snapping its jaws, and yanked him up with it. But he knew better than to give up. Plunging his weapon further into the monster’s underbelly, he ripped it open from chin to groin, sliding down it and leaving a gash in his wake.

Link returned to the sand below in triumph and watched as the enormous monster crashed down into the dunes.

And then he was hit.

Stinking green and purple goo burst from the Molduga’s ventral wound and splattered Link from head to foot. Viscera and corkscrew-shaped innards sloughed off his arms and into the sand.

Great. Just perfect.

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Link sputtered when a cauldron of water spilled out on his head. Strings of golden hair flattened down into his eyes, until one Gerudo woman aggressively pushed them out of the way with a soapy rag across his forehead.

This was so embarrassing. He was trapped in the Hotel Oasis’ spa area, stripped down to his trunks, and reluctantly allowing some Gerudo women to scrub him clean. (Again, at Riju’s insistence. She even paid for the deluxe spa treatment herself.) Romah, her assistant Olu, and one other pirate lady were wringing out sponges, dunking them into clay bowls and vigorously scrubbing the blood from their Champion’s body. In the midst of these women…unnaturally tall, muscular, dark-skinned beauties with flaming hair…Link’s average height and pale skin stood out quite a bit. Sometimes the girls had to kneel down to bathe him.

His ears grew hot with embarrassment and he felt the color of his face going pink. One of the sponges grazed his dripping arm; its texture was rough and unpleasant. His near-nudity didn’t help matters. Bubbles covered him all over.

“Um…blah! Hng…uh…l-ladies, really, I can do this myself…” he stammered.

Link looked down and gasped – one of the Gerudo ladies had grabbed his right ankle and lifted his foot off the ground. He couldn’t bring himself to speak in protest, but the woman’s warm, rough sponge scrubbed frothing bubbles against his bare sole. His whole body wiggled.

“Wait…no…Heh! Heh-Heh Heheh!” Link couldn’t stop himself from giggling.

“Uh-oh, girls; I think this voe’s a little bit ticklish,” laughed the woman scrubbing his foot.

“Yes, we can tell,” Romah replied with a sly smile. Link felt his arm lift, and another sponge struck his abs. It scrubbed and scrubbed and caused involuntary spasms below his ribcage.

“Heh-Heh Ha! Hngk! Hh-Heh! Heh-Heh Ha-Ha Ha-Ha!” the boy hero laughed helplessly. It was already difficult enough for him to speak to other people, but these girls…giggling at him, teasing him, all of them half-naked and with him forced to stand there laughing…there was nothing he could do. He wanted to beg them to stop but the words wouldn’t come.

“Awww, cootchie cootchie coo!” Olu was so excited, teasing Link mercilessly as she scrubbed his armpit. The woman beneath him had allowed his right foot to drop to the ground, still wet, and had moved on to tickling his left. He jumped in place in a way that told her, much to her amusement, that she’d found his weak spot.

“Heh-Heh Ha-Ha! H-Heh! Gkhn! L-heh…ladies, pl-hease, I really…Heh-Heh Heh-Ha Ha!”

“Ooo, he’s so cute when he laughs,” the girl giggled and batted her eyelashes at him.

“I like how muscular you’ve gotten, Link,” flirted Romah.

“He looks like a squirmy little boy…”

Link couldn’t take anymore. It was unbearable. His entire face had gone red, his whole body trembled. Wet sponges and rags dragged soap over his arms, his tummy, his back, his feet.

“Heh-Ha Ha! Please, you’ve cleaned every inch of me…”

Or so he thought. Olu, in the midst of all their cooing and playing with him, decided to get a little bit too friendly for Link’s comfort, and he felt a sponge scrubbing his inner thigh. He almost leapt out of his skin. It tickled, but that wasn’t his primary concern.

“WAH!! I…I…uh…” the Hylian boy stammered, blushing profusely.

Outside the spa room, peering in from behind a curtain, Riju, Urbosa, and Zelda were all covering their mouths to stifle their giggling. They were a little nervous that Link would notice them, but the slight trepidation was a more than worthy price of admission.

It was another few minutes before the impromptu bathing session ended. Link was left standing there, still soaked to the bone and covered in suds, when Romah doused him with another pitcher of warm springwater and threw a towel around him. The other Gerudo ladies tried to look like they hadn’t enjoyed themselves too much as they sauntered out.

“Don’t worry, I won’t stay to watch you change,” Romah winked at him.

Link lowered his face into the towel, hoping to hide his embarrassment. Between the laughter, the tickling, and the humiliation, Link’s heart was beating so fast he’d barely been able to breathe for 10 minutes.

With one last playful chuckle, the Hotel proprietor finally left him be.

Sooo, what do you think? If you've got any ideas for this, ie "put this character I like in the tickle machine from BNHA" or something, I'd love to hear them.

[megaera-of-pigeon]

hi are you still writing for hall of the shining king?? i just reread hngk tbh it was so good and just. i love your worldbuilding and the characterizations so much just good fic👌

Ahhhhhh that’s amazing to hear!!! Excited that you went for a reread on Labyrinth au, there are several lines of what I thought was clever foreshadowing in there that I hoped would be fun to encounter on a second pass! And if you’ve read the bit of Shining King that I have up right now, the whole kissing scene with Ozeca hopefully takes on a new light as well…. Because that’s the moment when *it* happens. Iykyk.

Full honestly, I haven’t touched the project in months, mainly because I stumbled into a DC/Batfam fandom hyperfixation that’s had me in its grips, and the majority of my creative energy is going towards the projects I’ve started writing and planning in that fandom. But Shining King still is near and dear to my heart, and hearing that there are people out there who still want to know the story means so much! I’ll see if I can get back to writing it soon. We haven’t even gotten to the gay vampire stuff yet, which is a crying shame.

[mochiiwrites]

Straight ahead, turn left, go, just keep going forward. Tsuzuru Minagi’s steps slowly sped up. He needed something, badly. The college student spotted something. The sign. There he was, the coffee shop. Opening the door and causing the small bell to ring, he succumbed himself to the familiar smell of the caffeinated bean juice. Small conversations happened, fake plants in their spots, it was familiar. It was warm. It was nice. Stepping up to the counter, he noticed.

That’s someone new. He had never seen this employee before. His hair was long, messy and blonde. “Heyo-piko! What can I getcha?” His name tag read ‘Kazu’ a small happy face doodle was next to it. It was cute...and so was he. Tsuzuru quickly shook the thought from his mind. “You don’t even know him.” he thought to himself. Tsuzuru ordered what he usually would.

“Hi, could I please get a cappuccino with 2 espresso shots?”

“Hold up, could you run that back real quick?”

“...Uh, what?”

“Sorry, just uh, say that again, your voice is lowkey cute and I just zoned out for a bit, haha!”

Damn, he didn’t have to be that blunt! “Oh I- uh… Thank you? It’s just a cappuccino and 2 espresso shots. ”

“Aight, gotcha! Gonna need your name.”

Tsuzuru gave him his name and paid for his coffee. He turned the plastic cup in his hands. He read his name, Kazu’s handwriting was neat, plus he spelt his name right.

———☕️💖☕️———

Kazunari Miyoshi couldn’t sleep, but that wasn’t necessarily rare. He usually had assignments and Instablam keeping him up. What was uncommon about this sleepless night, was that he was thinking of someone. This ‘someone’ seemed tired when he saw him, but he was kinda cute. What was his name? After 2 minutes of playing the Jeopardy theme and almost giving himself a headache, Kazunari blurted out “TSUZURU!” at 3:15 AM.

Tsuzuru shouldn’t have been awake. But homework had to be done, even if it meant sacrificing his sleep schedule for the 27th time this month. All he knew at this point was, work, eat a muffin, cry about class, work and redbull. Sleep? A figment of the imagination, a social construct, non-existent. Time? An illusion, fleeting, complete fiction. Despite time not being real, Tsuzuru sneezed so hard at 3:15 in the morning. It was the most violent sneeze that had ever come out of him. That was weird.

———☕️💖☕️———

Another day meant another shift for Kazunari. Another shift meant another shot at seeing Tsuzuru. Maybe they could be friends? He seemed like a nice, chill dude, he’d be a great friend! “Um...hello?” Oh, there he is! There’s his voice!

“Ah, my b! I was totally spaced out, ahaha!”

“Ah, I get that, it’s alright. Could I get a-”

“Cap, 2 espresso shots.”

Tsuzuru blinked twice which caused Kazunari to internally freak out. ‘Agh, why did I interrupt him? That’s weird. He’ll think I’m weird.’

“...Did you memorize my order?”

“I uh, no?...Just have a... good memory…? Yeah, that’s just how I roll! Haha!” ‘God please don’t know Im nervous please don’t do not please no-’

“Haha, that must be handy.”

“Yup! Sure…”

Kazunari usually isn’t super awkward. He was being super awkward right now, that’s not that great. How could he possibly redeem himself? An idea yeeted its way into Kazunari’s head. ‘Ding ding ding! Kazunari Miyoshi, you are a genius!’

———☕️💖☕️———

Tsuzuru sat on his bed and turned the cup in his hands again, a habit of his. His name in the usual spot but with something new added close to it. A string of numbers, a heart crossed out and replaced with a star. This had to be a joke...right? Tsuzuru hesitantly called the number. The person on the other end picked up almost immediately.

“H-heyopiko! Kazunari here, wassup?”

“Ah, so this was your number.”

“Hngk! It’s y-you! I- uh, I didn’t think you would actually call. Aha...ha. Sorry, you can hang up now if you-”

“No! I… Sorry, I mean, no. It’s okay, why’d you want me to call anyways?”

“Okay so, HAHA THIS IS GONNA SOUND SO WEIRD AGHHHH...Um...Okay… I- damn, why is this so hard, I. wantedtobefriendswithyou.”

“Are you okay?”

Kazunari made a very intelligent reply, such as “aduhwhat??”

“You sound nervous, I could call you back? You sound like you need life support.”

“Oh… well, kinda? E-exam stress and… other stuff.” Kazunari was probably having a stroke, but he at least had enough sense to not mention his very subtle liking of Tsuzuru.

“Ah yeah, I get that, haha. By the way, you said you’d wanted to be friends, right?”

“Uh...yeah? I mean, you don’t have to but-”

“I think I’d like that.”

[piceuscelus]

wca with another lil idea to share: Ciri has known since she was little that there’s something bad about Eskel’s axii— she’s never seen him use it. Until one day, when she does; its so powerful the recipient is glassy-eyed, slack-jawed, desperate to obey for hours, and Ciri has never been wetter in her damn life. Maybe this is monsterfucker Ciri, and she really wants to take on a leshen but needs his help to relax enough that it won’t hurt her. Maybe she just “accidentally” lets Eskel see a stranger “hypnotise” her at a pub before they hook up, then confesses what she really wants. Either way, when she comes out of it, covered in slick and cum, and Eskel tells her what a good girl she was, how desperate she was for his cock, all the filthy things she did for it, she comes all over again.

hngk just whack my kinks with a mallet why don’t you hhhhhh

just. fuck the sheer idea of eskel’s axii being so strong that he doesn’t use it unless he has to, because it just ruins people for hours (days, weeks, months?) and ciri seeing it and immediately going straight to the gutter with it (which, same)

like.......just imagine she doesn’t fake getting hypnotized, or it’s not even consensual. she gets hypnotized or otherwise mind controlled on a hunt at some point, a pissed off mage or hedgewitch, who looks into her head and sees all these nasty thoughts about eskel, who she travels with on and off. figures they’ll get their revenge by making ciri tell him, make her beg for it, and when they manage to get out of the clusterfuck of a hunt she’s caught somewhere between completely humiliated and even more turned on.

because she liked the mind control, even when it was definitely not consensual, so imagining it with eskel doing it on purpose. talk about never better wetter

and like...eskel knows that something doesn’t add up because ciri should be disgusted or at least a little upset - even just frustrated - at being caught out and forced to say things like that but...she’s not. she’s turned on and he can smell it, and with all those things she said.... 

:D

[mnygs]

I got tagged by @hoseokin ! Thank you so much, this looks so fun!!

Nickname(s): Ferlyn, Fer, Porlen (my cousin said it in a cute baby way lol)

Bias: Min freakin Yoongi

Blood type: O (not to be a delulu but i found out yoongi and i have the same blood type omgkjksjd i def sounded like a delulu)

Favorite food: filipino food: i loveee kare-kare, bopis and sinigang, non-filipino food: fries, I LOVE RAMEN TOO

Birthday: April

Zodiac sign: Aries

Pronouns: she/her

Hair lenght: short ot mid-length ig? 

Height: 5'1 =154.94 cm (had to search this)

A crush: my boyfriend lmaO

What do you like about yourself: I like that I mostly see the good in people (if that makes sense???n dskjdskj)

Right or left handed: right

List of three favourite colors: Pink, Peach, Black

(Right now) eating: Nothing

(Right now) drinking: Nothing

I’m about to: Make some gifs and then do my homework

Listening to: Nothing, probably the TV as background noise counts

Kids: None. Kind of don’t want to have kids.

Get married: Yup.

Recent phone call: My aunt called me

(Have you ever) Dated someone twice: yes?

Been cheated on: nope

Kissed someone and regretted it: nope

Lost someone special: Yes.

Been depressed: Yes

Been drunk and thrown up: Not yet

Had glasses or contacts: I wear glasses lol

Had sex on the first date: Nope.

Broken someone’s heart: Yes, i guess, they were toxic tho i had to end it

Turned someone down: a lot hngk

Cried when someone died: Yes.

Fallen for a friend: A lot of times lol I used to be friends with my current boyfriend.

(In the last year have you) made a new friend: Yes, a lot!!!!

Laughed until you cried: Yup

Met someone who changed you: yes i think

Found out who your true friends were: I usually just converse with people who I mostly think are true and loyal so I don’t have to deal with the fake lol

Found out someone was talking about you: lol yes, kinda shocked me tbh i’m so boring

Lips or eyes: both

Hugs or kisses: both

Shorter or taller: taller

Romantic or spontaneous: romantic

Sensitive or loud: sensitive

Hookup or relationship: relationship

First best friend: Grade school

Surgery: None.

Sports I joined: I’m not the sporty type lol

Do you believe in yourself: hmmm kind of sometimes yes sure 

Miracles: I believe in them

Love at first sight: hmm do i believe in them? i guess? but i think its rare yknow?

Heaven: Mostly?

Do you have any pets: I had a dog, but then he passed away, I’m still sad abt it :(

Do you want to change your name: Nope, I think it’s kinda unique but also I don’t think any other name will suit me?

What did you do for your last birthday: Went out with my bf, ate ramen

What time did you wake up today: 12 pm.

What were you doing last night at midnight: Mostly just watching youtube videos

Something you can’t wait for: To just finally be able to work on a job i love and actually be financially stable

Last time you saw your mom: uhm back in 2013, she has since passed away 

What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: I wish I wasn’t raised to be insecure, it’s kinda hard to not have any confidence haha also I wish my mom would still be here

What’s getting on your nerves: noise NOISE can’t stand it i like peace and quiet

I tag: @hobifuljoon @honeylovecult @ksj1 @yoonsinterlude @motseven @pjmskosmos @joonkookiemonster @wthkook @yoonqiful @yoong02 @tinyfontyoongi @nvminyg @agu5td @yoonjinss @samsimskicomics

[classlesstulip]

Solstice

Pt. 1: Last Minute Gift

(A little seasonal thing. Will be a 3-parter, with a part focusing on each man seperatly, and finished with the actual gift exchange.)

Pushing through the crowds, Julian tucked his chin into the folds of the scarf twined around his neck. His eyes watered whenever the wind blew, and the few times his nose peaked free of its warm, wooly prison, it was stuck back in, tingling from the cold.

Argh, I should have done this sooner! Right now, it was only days away from the Winter Solstice, which would host Neptunia's Midwinter Feast. It was traditional for gifts to be exchanged at the height of the day, before the feasting truly began. The Winter Market was in high swing, with hundreds of shoppers and vendors crowding the town squares, hawking food, drinks, and wares to the buzzing crowds.

Unfortunatly, this winter has been an unkind one, and Julian had been unable to find the time to shop for a gift for his husband, let alone spend any sort of quality time with Ty. Winter came early this year, causing all sorts of issues: everything from the usual aches and pains of the elderly, slips and falls, and a most HORRID flu season.

Hence why he is only just now braving the market. While Ty would understand his being unable to shop for a gift, Julian knows the man has been busting his ass making something to give to him. It just wouldn't feel right for Julian to unwrap a wonderful gift only to respond with a 'sorry! I've got nothing!' in return.

Oh, but he could do without these crowds!

*****

It's been HOURS. And he's empty handed.

With all of the selection laid out for him, with the sheer variety of goods available, and all at different prices, he's still without a gift. Every time something would catch his eye, he would soon find a reason to not buy it.

Jewelry? Eh, while nice, it's a tad too impersonal. If he had had the time, Julian would have rather sat down with a goldsmith and designed something.

Clothing? Ty's already a MASSIVE clotheshorse. Finding something that would be to his tastes while also not being something he already owns would be...difficult.

And don't even bring up food; the man's a master in the kitchen. Julian honestly can't think of any edible giftbaskets that would even meet Ty's standards.

This is going to take a while.

*****

Julian had been a bit iffy about his latest idea, but he was out of options at this point. If he can't come up with anything here, he's done for.

He had briefly entertained the idea of HIM being the gift, but considering how often they have sex already...

...yeah, that would be a cop-out. And Julian was many things, but a quitter wasn't one of them.

Lucky for him, there was a vendor who sold a great deal of the ONE thing that was guarenteed(!) to make Ty as happy as a clam:

Yarn.

And LOTS of it.

And a bunch of accessories for knitters and crocheters, but that's a bit of a sidepoint right now.

Under a large canopy, enclosed in a tent, was a series of tables and baskets. All were overflowing with skein upon skein and ball upon ball of wooly goodness. Every color Julian has ever seen (and a few he, until now, had only imagined), in hues going from the barest kiss of color to a shade a hair off from the darkest dark, exploded in a riot.

And it was QUALITY. From the thinest lace to the bulkiest, rope-like single-ply arm-knitting thickest, each skein had a defined twist and neat appearance. Not a pill to be seen, not a slub to be found. Some shimmered with a hint of silk, others softened with a fine halo of kid mohair.

He had let out a quiet whoop when he stumbled upon the tented stall, but was too happy to be embarassed by the chuckling owners. The moment he realised what they were selling, he had stripped his gloves off and started fondling all the yarn he could.

Ty is goning to be so happy!

*****

The couple who owned the stall had left Julian in peace for quite some time, they themselves being long familiar with a person doing a 'yarn crawl'. The woman (and possibly wife) of the duo had gone back to her own knitting while the man/husband continued doing some paperwork. Aside from some quiet but warm greetings, they left Julian be.

For about half-an-hour.

"You seem a little lost, mate."

"HNGK!" Jumping, Julian nearly took out the yarntree he had been examining. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the man and winced. "Oh, sorry, but um, yes, or well, no. I'm not lost per se, just uh," he trailed off helplessly.

"Too much to choose from? I'm Lars, by the way, and the vision over by the checkout table is my wife, Lirsa," the newly-named Lars said in good-natured amusement.

"Ah, yes, you could say that. And I'm Julian."

After a quick handshake, the two men started discussing all things yarn, Lars trying to help Julian narrow down his gift choices and being pleasantly surprised at the others yarn knowledge.

Of course, the married couple laughed when Julian mentioned being married to a Principia.

"You know, instead of yarn, maybe a new set of needles or hooks would be best," Lirsa suggested from her seat. "It sounds like your hubby already has quite the stash, and one can never have enough good tools."

Julian hummed, a bit torn. While he knows enough about Ty's yarn preferences to make educated guesses about what he would like, needles are a bit more difficult. "I certainly wouldn't say no to looking, but my darling can be a bit picky about things such as needles."

Pulling open a display bureau, Lars fetched a few things before coming back over. Julian could see several needle shafts clenched in a calloused hand, different colored woods mixing together.

"I mean, not trying to be disrespectful or anything, but my Tiberius has incredibly high standards. His current favorites are a kit made out of snakewood and- oh my stars," Julian's eyes lit up upon seeing one particular set of needles in the bunch. "They're perfect! How much for a full set!?"

*****

Leaving the tent with a wave, Julian started trotting home. Under one arm was a long, flat, rectangular wrapped box, and hanging from his hands were several stiff paper canvas bags, splashes of brightly colored yarn peeking over the top. He hummed an old, half-remembered shanty under his breath as he went, eyes darting about. Reaching the end of town, at the spot where flagstones gave way to old, smooth cobbles, he stopped.

The sun had long since set, leaving only the warm light given off by the wrought-iron gas lamps as his guide. The lights from the full houses and busy shops behind him backlit everything, growing his shadow long as he stared out at silvered darkness. Going down the lane towards home, lamps were posted every twenty feet or so, creating little pockets of light, a barrier between him and the sapphire night.

Every year he sees this, he becomes so thankful that Ty decided to settle here, in Neptunia. Every Spring and Summer he is surrounded by violently vibrant life, and every Autumn he watches again as nature prepares for the Long Sleep.

But Winter? That time of year where frosty clouds of white blankets the fields, where dark and bare trees become dressed in their best snow and icicles, and where the world becomes soft and quite with every fresh new snow?

Winter is second only to Summer, in his book.

[veronica-rich]

more one-shot fic

I may have done A Thing and wrote another little Good Omens fic. I’d complain I’m not writing original fiction, but to be honest I’m just relieved I can write anything these days, so I won’t look a gift horse in the teeth. (Oh, and it’s under my name at AO3 as well.)

Our Own Best Friends (the ineffable husbands, natch - and if you haven’t seen the entire televised series, it won’t make sense)

He thought of the little scrap of paper in his vest as he trailed the tips of his fingers over the parchment-like edge. He knew it was old stock, and smoke-damaged, and didn’t want to mess with it too much; but, he needed something to do with his hands.

 This somehow tied up in his mind with his traveling companion, and how he wouldn’t have been able to snatch the scrap out of the air if Crowley hadn’t rescued the book in the first place, and the memory of utter devastation in his broken voice when he’d said he’d lost his best friend. Said companion was staring resolutely forward, undoubtedly lamenting his lost car and music now that the shock of the day was settling in. For no reason he could immediately vocalize, Aziraphale picked up the demon’s closest hand, curling their palms together, then pulling his right hand out of his pocket to place over the back of it, sandwiching Crowley’s fingers. He was surprised at the lack of immediate response, but a few seconds later, the man – man? Well, this week at least, he was male – gave a little start and turned his head, and Zira realized he’d been napping. “How you can sleep on a moving vehicle is beyond me,” he observed quietly. “Well, how you can sleep, at all. We don’t really need it, do we.”

Crowley gave his fingers a little flex in response, but Zira understood his question. “I’d rather not talk about it on the bus,” he rebutted, keeping his own eyes to the front. Long fingers flexed again, this time sliding between his own, getting a better grip. He absently rubbed his thumb along the little nub of Crowley’s wristbone. “But I do have … an idea, of sorts. To go over later.”

 “An idea.” It was quiet, in the same tone he’d reminded Zira of the destroyed bookshop, which made him momentarily catch his breath and clamp down on a strangled sigh, the only thing coming out a little escaped, “Oh.” Crowley’s fingers squeezed his minutely. “Angel-“ he began, and Zira knew he understood the sound he’d made. Nobody in the history of Time had known him as well; not even, it seemed, his own Creator.

 That brought him back to his earlier remark and the scrap of paper. “About them. Dealing with … things, tomorrow. Whenever.” Okay, it seemed he would rather talk about it now. “The book – Agnes’s book – there was something from it,” he explained sotto voce, tilting his head to be heard, not quite seeing his companion’s face but feeling eyes on him through the incongruous shades. “A prophecy, and I think it referred to us.” He didn’t want to remove his right hand to reach in his pocket. “Being mindful of our faces; playing with fire.” He could quote it, but that didn’t seem necessary right now.

 “And?”

 He breathed in deeply. “I read through the entire book. Agnes was quite literal. She didn’t really deal in metaphors or symbolism.” Or correct spelling, he mused. “If she wrote ‘fire’ … well, she saw flames, of some sort.”

 Crowley caught on. “And faces – means our actual faces.”

 He turned then to look up into the other’s said face. “I would surmise as much, yes.” Even under the low overhead aisle lights he could see the serpentine eyes through the dark glasses, and the brief drop of eyelids that meant Crowley was watching his mouth. His lips involuntarily parted, and he swallowed and turned to face front again. “Something about fire, and our faces, and-“ He dropped it, not knowing where his mind should go next.

 Fortunately, it seemed the other made good use of the rest of the ride to mull it over, for after they were inside Crowley’s flat and Zira was mid-sip of something deeply red and deeply oak-y, the demon blew out a giant breath and said, “Switching.”

 He finished swallowing and frowned. “Pardon?”

 Tilting the bottle to top off Zira’s glass of wine, he repeated, “Switching. We make Heaven and Hell each think we’re the other.” He set the bottle down and came around to Zira’s side, dropping his voice further. “Rather, we don’t tip them off that we are each other, I mean.”

 “That you’re me and I’m you?” He noticed Crowley was almost on top of his personal space, and inhaled the body heat and smoke that clung to his corporation. “Why are you practically whispering in my ear?”

 “We don’t know who’s monitoring, do we?” he murmured. “Besides, I think I’m onto something. Is it bothering you?”

 “You could not bother me, my dear.”

 What sounded like a “hngk” came out of Crowley’s throat, but he asked, “Where’s the prophecy?” Zira pulled it out of his pocket as the demon removed his glasses and tossed them aside before taking the slip of paper. “Riiiiight,” he drawled, instead of reading it aloud. “Definitely looks like a switcheroo.”

 “Yes, I rather thought so myself.” Zira took another healthy slug of wine and cleared his throat as he turned to face the other fully. “So …”

 “So …?” Crowley repeated, cocking his head.

 They watched each other for a good twenty seconds. “I mean, one of us has to know how to do this,” Zira finally broke the silence, less for something to say and more to snap the hazy gauze Crowley’s expression seemed to be spinning around the two of them. “You?”

 “I know how to inhabit an empty corporation,” Crowley answered slowly, precisely. “But not like you can, with someone already in it.”

 “What do you mean, with somebody-“

 “You just did it, less than twelve or so hours ago!” he snapped.

 “And you’ve never possessed anyone? EVER?”

 “That’s not how I work.” When Zira raised an eyebrow, he shrugged. “Never seemed to be necessary, really. I just put ideas in their heads; a look here; a well-placed whisper there. Suggestion.” His eyes, shimmering and hooded, were unmoving on Zira’s own.

 “Yes. Well-“ He felt flush and tried to shake it off. “I suppose I can see how that would work for you.”

 “Do you?”

 “Of course not,” Zira admitted. “Seduction’s not my gift, after all.”

 “Don’t sell yourself short,” Crowley murmured, and Zira turned, putting his glass aside. “Did-“

 “Surely you must know how to carry out a possession even if you’ve never done it, though?” Zira asked, interrupting whatever the other was about to add. He turned back, determined not to step away from their proximity. “Look, Madame Tracy was a receptive medium; I don’t actually know how I managed to find my way inside her body.”

 “Bet that’s the first time you’ve had to say that.” Zira realized after a few beats it was a joke, and his mouth parted indignantly as Crowley grinned. Their difference of emotion balanced on a knife’s edge, tense, until Zira finally laughed, loud. “Crowley!” he admonished.

 “I couldn’t resist, angel.” There was a rare twinkle of humor in his eyes, the first evidence of non-worry he’d seen in ages – and then he remembered the little twist to his lips as he’d said “I lost my best friend” less than a day ago, and what he’d known at the time were tears, even hidden behind smoked glass.

 He was tired of resisting touch. He reached up and cradled the other’s face, pulling their foreheads together gingerly. “My dear,” he sighed, brushing his nose against Crowley’s. “My own lapsed angel.”

 His stomach flipped as he felt eyelashes brush his cheeks, Crowley dipping his head to slide their noses together more. “Aziraphale,” he hissed hotly, hands on his back, sliding together to draw their bodies closer. “Thank Satan for that boy to bring you back like this.”

 Their lips didn’t meet, instead barely hovering. “I’d wager … this, is a lot milder than what you’re used to,” Zira said with a small self-conscious chuckle, as he explored Crowley’s hair further with his left fingers, feeling short crimson locks card between them. “Not exactly den of iniquity stuff.”

 At that, he suddenly had the counter in his back, as Crowley pushed him against it. “I have never been seduced by anyone the way you do it,” he murmured. “You’re just so … so damn … Your allure seems so effortless …”

 Hot breath ghosted his lips, nearly as searing as he imagined the depths of hell. “You can’t mean that.” Zira was surprised to hear a growl in his own voice; that nose was rubbing his gently, the mouth almost on top of his. “I mean, the way you look, you … slink, you have got to have others throwing themselves at-“

 “I don’t want them.” Lips finally touched his, just barely, and he let out a little moan. “I don’t want to touch them, to see their True Forms.” Another light kiss. “I don’t want to stroke their wings and feel their arms and roll around in their essence, angel.”

 He couldn’t stand it, tightening his hold on Crowley’s face and hair and tilting his chin up for a more solid kiss. The ache wound its way up from the depths of his millennia-old soul, and he didn’t know how long it lasted before a soft breeze distracted him into breaking it. He pulled back and opened his eyes only to be looking up through slats of dark softness. “Oh, they’re lovely,” he breathed, marveling at the giant black wings curled protectively around the two of them. “I’ve always thought so.”

 Soft golden eyes pinned his heart as he gave his lover a smile of pure joy and light. “Here,” he offered, pressing Crowley back several steps, then sighing and allowing his own wings to unfurl. They arched briefly, then automatically wound around the black ones, vibrating gently and brushing them. “My own heart,” he began, but was cut off by more kissing, this one a little rougher and harder. His pulse shot up and he licked the snake’s tongue he could now feel. “My beautiful serpent.”

 “Careful, Zira,” he hissed, and the angel laughed joyfully, which also oddly pulled a chuckle from Crowley. “You’ll spoil me.”

 “You deserve spoiling,” he said firmly. “All the things you’ve done for me.” He played with Crowley’s hair some more, used the tips of his wings to stroke the spines of the black ones beneath them, now trembling a little. “All the rescues and aid and compassion, and company, and …” He trailed off in realization, then lifted his chin to kiss the other’s nose. “All that love, over all those centuries,” he marveled. “It took me so long to see what I felt all along.”

 “And with all your eyes,” Crowley grumbled, but Zira could sense the affection under the words.

 “None are so blind as those who refuse to see,” he countered, pulling back to look at him again. “Well, I’m not refusing any longer. I know who’s on my side.”

 “Are you sure?” Crowley frowned a bit. “I mean, yeah, but – this is something you’ve come to on your own, right? Things won’t go easy.”

 “Difficulty is relative,” he pointed out. “Nothing’s been harder than not being able to credit you for how you’ve made yourself available to help me – to help humans – for all these ages, my dear.” Zira sighed. “I was never meant to guard or guide them alone. I need you; they need us.”

 The demon said nothing, but kissed his temple and slowly stroked his hair, and Zira closed his eyes, basking in the touch he’d denied them both for so long. Finally, he said, “I would love to spend days doing nothing but touching you like this, but we have to figure out what Agnes meant, sooner than later. How do we make it so we each get past the other side?”

 “I’m having a thought,” Crowley answered, and Zira felt the voice rumble from Crowley’s chest into his own, “that it’s a mixture of possession and glamour.” He pulled back, grinning. “Let’s give ‘em the old razzle-dazzle, Roxie.”

  Many hours later …

  “I think,” Aziraphale practically hummed, almost giddy with a nearly-assured victory over the forces of darkness, “it would be best if you left me alone from now on, hmm?” He didn’t even notice he’d gotten the socks wet, so focused he was on staring down Crowley’s tribunal of three shocked demons. He wanted to be certain each one looked into those snake’s eyes and realized they weren’t dealing with a tamed instrument of Satan, but instead, a dangerous and capricious foe it would be unwise to cross.

 Meanwhile …

 Crowley spent an inordinate time brushing down the lapels of the old coat and worn velveteen of the waistcoat, waiting until he raised his gaze and met the eyes of his angel’s failed executioners before tugging this way and that on the bowtie to even it out. “None the worse for wear,” he declared,  putting as much beatific into the smile as he could muster from pre-Fall memory, “no thanks to you, of course.” He lowered his hands, fixing each with a frostier stare, gratified to see respect, at last, for the true power he knew this Principality could wield. “I trust there will be no more problems, and no interference in my work, as set out by those with … higher authority, than your order. Quite right?”

  In The Beginning, Take Two …

“You told them WHAT?” Zira resisted the urge to react, scandalized, and instead laughed. “Oh dear. You had them think I’m acting on orders directly from Her?”

 “Shhh,” Crowley tugged at the angel’s sleeve briefly and dropped his voice. “Keep it on the down-low; you’ve got to look like you already know all this, after all. I mean, you said it.”

 “Hmm. Quite.” Zira tried to give him a stern look, but he knew it just came out fond, particularly when the corner of Crowley’s mouth lifted in such a fetching smile. He reached for their second bottle of champagne. “More, my dear?”

 He tilted his flute over, and even under the dark lenses, as always, Zira could tell Crowley’s gaze was fixed on him. “Always more, angel.”