#nightingale may

[caspianthegeek]

Nightingale May Prompt Two: Angels dining at the Ritz

The Bentley was not immune to the way Aziraphale’s hand traced over her dash as if in thank you as he climbed from the car at the Ritz. She hummed contentedly, ignoring the pleased humph from her demon as he hurried to the angel’s side. He had been excited tonight, her beloved, as he’d ushered the angel into the car. And Bentley was determined to find out why.

As she settled into her normal spot, she reached her senses to hear what was happening in the crowded restaurant. It was easy seeking out the two beloved auras. Yet so far, this meal seemed like any other. That was alright, she could wait.

A tug on her door forced her to hold them shut as she slammed the locks down.

“Damn it,” the man muttered. He was dressed in the dark hues her owner favored, but this shorter man was clearly not him. Brown hair snuck out from under his cap as he hurriedly dug into his bag and pulled out a lock-picking kit.

That simply would not do. Did he not know she had more important beings to focus on this evening? As the man tried to pick her locks she spared half of a thought to shifting them so they would be impossible to open as she tried to listen in on the angel at the table explaining something about Bookshop, her other beloved.

Perhaps the mention of Bookshop distracted her because a moment later the thief had her door open. With what would have been a sigh in a human, Bentley turned her radio up as loud as it would go.

Freddie’s voice blared through the car, causing the man to stumble backward. The words “I don't have no time for no monkey business” should echo in his head quite loudly if she’d got the volume correct. Bently primly shut her door and went back to her business. Crowley was pontificating about what wine to pair with dinner, that may be take a bit.

The thief hadn’t taken the hint and was back at the door again. She flicked her mirror, smacking him. This gave him at least a little pause where the deafening car radio-alarm had not, but a moment later he was back at it with the lock pick kit.

That was quite enough. Checking in on her two favorite breathing beings, Bentley confirmed they were still awaiting the main course and did some quick math. She knew every street in this town, and she had plenty of time. With a rev of her engine she threw the car door open.

Humans were not always the brightest, she reflected as the man greedily climbed into the seat. She wasn’t a monster and while she knew her regular passengers declined, humans did prefer seatbelts didn’t they?

If this one happened to tie the man’s hands down, there was no reason for him to touch her wheel as she pulled into traffic, already racing. Aziraphale had complained about doing a hundred miles per hour through central London, but he didn’t know that Bentley always slowed down just a smidgen for him. As she screeched to a halt in front of the police station and loosened the belt, the man scrambled from the car on his hands and knees.

A curious onlooker helped him to his feet as Bentley hurried back to her station, anxious to not miss anything important.

Crowley stood outside, arms crossed.

Fuck.

She had expected a brief lecture from the demon about driving unaccompanied. Instead, he leaned against her his lithe body pressed against the car door, “Didn’t hurt you, did he?”

Insulted, she revved her engine for a moment.

The demon chuckled as he rested a forehead against the cool glass of the window. “Good girl,” he whispered. She purred in response.

Aziraphale was not with him, she realized. With a quick check, she realized the angel was inside, feeling mildly worried.

Beyoncé’s voice rolled from her speakers “…put a ring on it…”

“Oi! Don’t you start getting involved,” the demon groaned. “I know, I will…eventually…”

Hopeless, that one was. She begrudgingly settled lower nestling into her spot once more.

“Don’t go judging me,” he grumbled. “Should get back though. You stay out of trouble.”

It was only half-heartedly that she let her senses fly once more, keeping a watch over her two beings. She daydreamed about what could be if they’d only allow it, she could have the angel visit her so much more often! In fact, she’d stopped paying attention at all by the time they returned.

That was until Crowley’s hands graced her wheel once more and she realized there, was, indeed a ring there. A piece of Aziraphale worn on her demon’s finger, clear as day to anyone who would notice.

If she was a bit joyful on the ride home, neither of them called her out on it.

[minnesota-fats]

A fic-lit about Danny working at the watchtower, not as a superhero but as an engineer.

This is based on an prompt I read months ago but cant find where Danny put that he was a halfa on his resume but the hiring manager didn’t pay attention to it and hired him anyway. Rather than that its just Danny working at the watchtower and vibing on break when a tiny Robin finds him in the viewing deck.

—

Danny had been working for the justice league watchtower for a couple of months. He has seen hero’s come and go, paying him no mind and he was absolutely living for it! Unlike at 14, he was just a simple, normal worker—despite being half dead and the next in line for the crown in the infinite realms—he is just a simple mechanical engineer, Danny Nightingale. No one to fight, no one to save, just a big space station that needed someone to help keep it up in space.

And that's another bonus to this job; Space!

He gets to spend his shift up in the stars, looking out at the cold expanse of their solar system. Admiring the earth from a whole new angle, and he is getting paid to do it! Sure he could go into space any time, but being able to spend a good portion of his time here really made his core sing in joy. When he was on break he would wander around the areas he had clearance to go into, looking out every window at every star. Cataloging the ships movement through space with sharp eyes. His favorite place to go is the viewing deck, it was exactly what it sounded like, a place to just go and view that space outside.

It was there that Danny decided to take his break today, the Watchtower was at just the right angle to be able to see the earth from the viewing deck. Danny smiled watching the planet he lived on from afar, this really was the best job he could have ended up with!

A few months back he was having a hard time finding work after college, sure he had all the proper qualifications for the positions he applied for. But due to his medical condition—being half dead with a slow almost nonexistent heartbeat—they all refused him, afraid that his heart wouldn't keep up if he left the atmosphere to board any of the space stations orbiting the earth. To be fair it wouldn't have, he tested it by flying up to the moon and back the old fashioned way. But he couldn't just tell them that; being an ecto entity was still a crime that he was just barely able to get away from at age eighteen.

He came out to his parents once he graduated high school, they reacted poorly. Danny’s mom saw red and tried to kill him the rest of the way, claiming that Danny was just a ghost “piloting” his corpse around. Danny’s dad just stayed silent and watched, but before maddie could really do anything he acted. Jack knocked Maddie out with a strong blow to the back of her head. Danny remembered the hope that he had when Jack did that, but after he looked up at the man that hope died in his chest. The man looked torn, both angry and sad and in a voice lacking any of the familiar warmth said, “leave before she wakes up.” And he turned to pick up Maddie and made his way up the stairs. It was because of his dad that he was able to get away because after that Danny Fenton was declared dead. With the help of Sam and Tucker he was able to make a new identity for himself and go to school. From that day on Danny decided to move on and never look back.

After putting his name out there time and time again he was rejected. It wasn't until he got a letter in the mail saying he had been scheduled for an interview at Wayne tech of all places. He didn’t remember applying there but decided to go anyway, needing some sort of job to get him through. But when he got there he was greeted by Lucius Fox and Batman of all people! Danny nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the dark knight, Danny couldn't help but think the worst. But before he could bolt, Lucius explained that Batman was looking for workers with the help of Wayne Industries for the base of operations for the Justice League—The Watchtower. Turns out all his applications to several different space programs caught the man’s attention. He even explained that Danny wouldn't even need to have a physical or get on a spaceship because The Watchtower utilized teleportation technology. Danny was so excited that he agreed on the spot without even knowing the benefits he would get from working with them. Which—surprising to no one—were a lot of benefits.

Danny was drawn from his thoughts when he heard the soft, almost nearly nonexistent footsteps coming from behind him. Danny turned and saw a child—no older than twelve—wearing a hero’s costume that looked like he was mimicking a traffic light. The kid froze in his tracks when Danny turned to face him, the two staring at each other for a few moments before the kid smiled and waved at him.

“Hi,” the kid beamed at Danny, “I’m D—Robin!”

Danny lifted a brow, “you a part of the justice league?” He asked, not remembering a kid being a part of their team.

The kid shook his head, “No, my guardian is though!” He explained.

“Ah, neat,” Danny said nonshalontly as he turned back to look at the window, “you come to see the view?” He asked.

The kid walked farther into the room and gasped when he got a better look at said view. “Woah—”, he exclaimed, now standing next to Danny.

Danny looked beside him to see the stars reflecting off of the kids' eyes, “cool isn't it? I come here on my lunch breaks," Danny says.

The kid looked at him and then squinted suspiciously, “if you're at lunch where is your food?” He asked.

Danny smiled, “I forgot my lunch at home today,” Danny lied, seeing the stars gave him enough energy to continue going. He usually eats when he gets home.

“Really?” The kid asked with a raised brow.

Danny smiled and looked around to see if anyone else was there, when he saw no one he asked, “do you wanna hear a secret?” He asked. Robin looked around himself as well before he leaned down a bit so Danny could whisper into his ear, “I actually just absorb the energy from the stars to sustain myself.” He explained.

“Really?” Robin asked, looking at him again, trying to gauge if Danny was lying or not.

Danny smiled, “yep,” he said, popping the p, “that's why I got a job here, that way I won’t starve to death.” Danny grins.

“But cant you just look at the stars from earth?” Robin asked, tilting his head.

“I mean, sure,” Danny says with a shrug, looking back out the window, “but this is so much better, isn't it?”

Robin looked out the window, “yeah!” The boy exclaimed, “it's so much clearer up here than in Gotham.” He commented.

Danny smiled and looked back at the boy, “I live in Gotham, too.”

“Really?” Robin asked, “No wonder you come up here,” the boy commented, causing Danny to snort in laughter and it wasn't long before Robin joined him.

“You got that right,” Danny says with a smirk before something dawns on him, “Wait, hero from gotham? I didn't know Batman had a kid?” Robin looked away, Danny could feel his nerves and sadness pass through him.

Danny was about to tell him that he didn't have to talk about it but before he could get his words out Robin spoke up, “My parents died about a year ago… he took me in only recently, he decided to train me when I found out he was Batman,” the kid says looking down at his feet, a glare etched on his face, “i never got to avenge my parents, the murderer had a heart attack before I could even get to him….”

Danny reached out to the kid and placed his hand on Robin’s shoulder, Robin looked up at him—as if remembering that Danny was there with him.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Danny says softly, Robin looks away from him. “But I can tell you wholeheartedly, your parents are proud of you and what you are doing,” robin began rubbing at his mask, preventing him from wiping the tears away from his eyes underneath. “Here,” Danny says as he goes to pick up the 12 year old, “let's get you back to the Big Black Bat, I bet he is looking for you.”

Danny sits Robin on his hip and walks out of the room, rubbing circles into the child’s back. They walk together in silence, Robin resting his head in the crook of Danny's neck. “…Thank you,” Robin mumbles.

“Don't mention it kid,” Danny says as he looks around the corridor trying to spot anyone who could help him get this kid to the upper levels, “I know what it's like to lose your parents….”

“Really?” Robin asked, his head lifting off of Danny’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Danny says, “they didn't die, but they basically said they never wanted to see me again.”

Robin gasped, “that's not nice!” Robin declared making Danny laugh again.

“Your right,” Danny agrees as he turns down another hall towards where the zeta tubes were, maybe someone in there could help. “But, now I'm here, having the time of my life with the job of my dreams.”

Robin smiled again, “you could say you're living the HIGH life.”

Danny paused in the hall and started snickering, “that was a good one, Birdy.”

“Birdy?” Robin asked.

“Yeah, your name is Robin, that's a bird, so Birdy,” Danny explained, “its a nickname

“Does that make us friends?” Robin asked.

“Sure, as long as your guardian is ok with it.”

The boy smiled happily, excited at the idea of having made a new friend. The calm was interrupted but Danny’s supervisor yelled from across the room, “Nightingale!” He shouts, causing Danny to jump.

Danny turns to look at the man, “hey boss—” he starts, blocking Robin from the man, not wanting to scare the kid.

“You are late to clock back in! You're not getting paid to sit around with your head in the clouds!” The man shouts.

“Sorry sir, I was—”

“No! You need to get back to work, NOW!” He demanded, “this is a multibillion dollar space station, everything needs to be on a strict schedule!”

Danny sighed, his supervisor hasn't liked Danny from day one. Something about him being “young and nïeve” or something like that; “head higher up into space than we were right now.” At least that's what Danny heard him say about him once or twice.

Danny was about to talk back when something just past his manager caught his eye. It was Batman, walking fast with a look that told everyone to get out of the way. But Danny could feel the worry bleed off the man in waves. Must be looking for Robin, Danny’s mind supplied. Danny sidesteps his supervisor and shouts, “Hey Batman!” To catch the dark knight’s attention. Danny had to restrain his laughter when he saw the look of horror pass on his supervisor's face.

Now with the vigilanties cold glare focused on him, Danny smiled and adjusted his stance to show Robbin to him. “Looking for you kid?” Danny asked.

Robin smiled nervously and waved at Batman, guess he wasn’t supposed to wander off like he did. “Hey B!” He shouts.

Batman’s glare softens so slightly, a regular person would have missed it. However, Danny could feel the man’s previous anxieties melt away into a strong relief. Batman strutted forward and glared down at Danny—despite Danny being taller than him. Danny just smiled and adjusted Robin on him so he could hand him over to the dark knight.

Now in Batman’s arms, Robin tapped his pointer fingers together nervously. “Sorry for wandering off,” he mumbled before his smile came back full force, “but,” he exclaimed, “I made a friend! His name is Danny and he liked my puns! And we both have bird names!” He exclaimed all while pointing at Danny.

Batman looked from the kid in his arms to Danny, “hmm,” he grumbled. A man of few words, Batman nods at Danny.

Danny nodded back, “He’s a good kid, glad I was able to help.” Danny replied. Feeling gratitude from that small gesture alone. Batman isn't the most expressive but being able to read emotions like Danny really helps when talking to people.

Batman turns his head to look over at Danny’s superior, “hmm.” After that Batman turned and walked away.

Robin climbed to sit up on Batman’s shoulder and waved back at Danny, “Bye bird buddy! Have a good day!” He shouts as Batman enters the elevator. The doors closing behind them and leaving the zeta tube control center in near silence.

Danny looked back to his supervisor who looked as pale as a sheet ghost, Danny gave him a shit eating grin and shrugged at him. “I tried to tell ya—”

“Get back to work Nightingale!” He shouts.

“Ok, ok, I'm going.” Danny says, turning on his heels and walking away from the man with his hands held up in surrender.

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I have so many ideas for this au and if I write more I might post it on my AO3 feel free to read other things I posted on there!

[natade-art]

redesigned my last catgirl dnd character

[allysdelta]

Some Book Omens cuteness for Valentine's Day.

[dingledraw]

One morning, one morning, one morning in May

I spied a fair couple inquirin' their way

They stood and concluded to go by the spring

To see the waters a-gliding, hear the nightingales sing

[alphaaacademy]

toni storm and mariah may, julia hart and skye blue, willow nightingale and kris statlander, i swear to god aew if you dont make some womens tag titles-

[nightingalewithavoiceoflonging]

❤️ Heat of the Moment 💚

[heelswrestling]

This Wednesday’s card for Dynamite 🧨

[thisisnotthenerd]

now that we're done with the rogues, we're in for a long line of full casters, starting with sorcerers. magic nepo babies.

feel free to share your reasoning/propaganda. the starstruck characters that have been on these are fit into the closest classes in the spreadsheet and are thereby included--margaret & sidney unfortunately don't fit into the standard 5e classes and are not in this poll set.

[banksmcu]

I’m wanting to make more wrestling friends so like like this post if you want to be in a little gc on here idk if tumblr lets you since I’m still kinda new but

Im going to tag stuff that are my interests so if they align with yours please like

[lickthecowhappy]

Ineffable May - Day 8

Records

Retired the act but magic is still consigned not divine, not occult, but the human heart kind We toast to the mingling of black and white shades of grey in the late hours of the night After the last glass of wine has been poured I convince you to stay for just one record Rummaging around in the small back room the end of our evening has me in a gloom when my eyes fall upon the new Vera Lynn her songs always hopeful like “We’ll Meet Again” The record begins and I’m suddenly aflush I fidget and stumble, nervous heart turning mush “The streets of town were paved with stars,” it’s as though her song is actually ours When the record is over I bid you goodbye “Do you hear that?” I ask, “Nightingales.” you reply.

Ineffable May Repository | Day 7 | Day 9

This one was an act of violence against myself. I am sorry if this one hurts you, just know if hurt me too.

[caspianthegeek]

Prompt Ten: Wore such a frown

Crowley’s eyes were covered and hands tied roughly around his back. He didn’t try to escape whoever had got the drop on him. With Aziraphale’s absence, it seemed all the fight had left him. Instead, he sagged in their hands.

“Are we sure this is him?”

“How many demons with a snake tattoo on their face would be hanging out in Soho?”

Angels, then. Despite himself, a small part of his curiosity flared. Would they take him to Heaven? Did he want to go to Heaven? They carried him and he heard the hum of the elevator before being dragged limply through what he knew must be painfully white hallways.

Finally, he was thrown to the ground where he landed on his knees. The bag was pulled from his face and after a few blinks he could barely make out the angel scowling down at him.

Aziraphale.

The angel’s eyebrows drew in, the frown deepening. “Why did you bring him here?”

“We needed a demon to test the weapon out on, did we not?” Sandalphon responded proudly.

The blond angel continued to gaze at him, his face set but Crowley could read the fear in his eyes. “Get out,” Aziraphale growled.

“But—”

Aziraphale turned his full attention to the other angels in the room. “I am the Supreme Archangel, am I not? And I am giving an order. Out.”

The others hesitated nervously, then one by one filed out. Crowley still knelt, Aziraphale perched over him his arms spread slightly.

The moment the room was empty, the angel snapped and released his bonds. “How dare they—it’s no matter. We’ll get you out of here and back to the bookshop. Do you think you can stay there?”

“W-why would…”

The angel paused, tilting his head. “Did they drug you, my dear? Are you alright?”

“My dear?”

A dozen emotions flitted across Aziraphale’s face. Worry, confusion, fear, and Crowley recognized when understanding hit. “You thought… Crowley you could believe that of me? Oh, I am so sorry.” He fell to his knees in front of the demon. His hands lifted and then paused. “You thought it was real. That I could think that of you. I’d hoped you’d figure it out, piece together we were being watched.”

The words made no sense. Piece what together. And why was Aziraphale being so kind to him? He’d left him behind, he’d—

There was a small huff of frustration from the angel. “As it seems it is not abundantly clear, I love you. In every way. Which is why I need to get you out of here and somewhere safe.”

Crowley didn’t understand any of this, but Aziraphale’s hands had risen to cup his face gently and he couldn’t help but nuzzle into them. As the world seemed to settle into its rightful place, one fact hit Crowley. “But you’re here.”

“It’s where I need to be to protect you. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Heaven was cruel. Crowley knew that and had seen it firsthand. “If you can.”

The acceptance on Aziraphale’s face was all Crowley needed to know this was the truth: that the angel had come here to protect him, knowing he may not walk out again.

“Don’t you realize that losing you would hurt more than anything they could do to me?” Crowley whispered.

There was a knock at the door that made them both hold their breath until the footsteps trailed away again. Aziraphale still hadn’t removed his hands from where they rested on Crowley’s face and now he leaned in, bringing their lips together gently.

It was everything their first kiss had not been. A promise, rather than a plea. And Crowley understood. Wouldn’t he have done the same thing if Hell had threatened Aziraphale? Whatever it would take to protect the piece of his heart that knelt before him.

“Please, go to the bookshop. Stay there. I will return. I promise.”

Crowley nodded, “Unless you need me. You’ll call?”

“I have the number,” Aziraphale smiled sadly.

They stood together. Aziraphale looked him over one more time, taking in every sight of the demon before him. “The shop will be safe,” he promised softly.

And with a chime, Crowley was sitting on Aziraphale’s bed in the top floor of the shop. It was as disorienting as it was welcome. He turned his face upwards, as if he could see through the ceiling to Heaven itself. And he promised himself that he’d do whatever it took to bring his angel home.

[xdestinykey]

Ineffable May Day #8- ✨🎶 Records 💿✨

[lovevalley45]

since sorcerers are coming up very high on my poll for the hottest caster class i'm a lil curious

[westofessos]

You know I just think it’s a bit silly to turn another woman heel when this is what the roster currently looks like. Plus the reports of Megan Bayne coming in as a heel. And idk much about Kamille but she gives off heel vibes to me.

(This is just off the roster page. I’m aware some of these women are now primarily in ROH. I put Tay in the tweener section because I genuinely don’t know what she’ll be when she comes back.)

[bisexual-kane]

Been watching wrestling long enough to see women presented only as sex objects, barely trained, performing in bra and panties matches while Jerry Lawler screams about "Puppies!" to Mariah May having sexual tension with Mina Shirakawa or Willow Nightingale having all the cleavage out so everyone on tumblr turns into wolves beating their heads with their own shoes but it's in a way that feels empowering and not exploitative. That's kind of cool.