but not everyone likes fun and games.
it was only supposed to be silly, lighthearted, something to bring a smile to your face. and how could they have known that somewhere inside you is an animal that still holds the fear of being trapped, held down, torn apart?
(could be considered a sort of side-part to the Bitter-Bones saga, that weird edgy angsty thing i did a while back that was abt Sun n Moon disliking a self insert and the self insert taking it badly lol. maybe this takes place when sun n moon are trying to be nice n make up for being huge jerks for so long lmao)
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Please enjoy a little bit of Aziraphale being terrible at French from the cutting room floor of my next chapter.
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For a few blissful moments, Crowley had thought he was done rescuing Aziraphale for the day. Excitement sparked in Aziraphale’s gaze as he looked up from his menu. It worried Crowley exceedingly.
"Ah, s'il vous plaît...er, les crêpes aux…frères," he said with pride.
The waiter blinked in confusion. Crowley winced. Aziraphale, untroubled, trudged on.
"Oui! Et avec—” Aziraphale gestured widely with his hands. “—beaucoup de crème!"
“Angel,” Crowley pleaded. He was at once acutely embarrassed and weirdly goopy inside. It was hard to be too upset when Aziraphale wore such a pleased grin.
“Aux frères?” the waiter repeated. Something in his expression seemed broken.
"Excusez mon ami, il est très saoul," Crowley said flatly. Aziraphale, not understanding, smiled at him. To the waiter he rattled off Aziraphale’s actual order—“aux fraises”—and his own, along with the bottle with the highest price on the wine list. In actual, proper French, which Aziraphale could very well speak if he wished.
After the waiter left, Crowley glanced back up to find Azirphale grinning at him slyly, pleased.
“It was very sweet of you to order for me.”
Crowley flustered. Angels shouldn’t go around calling demons sweet. Deflecting, he said, “I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t so embarrassing. What did Monsieur Rossignol actually teach you?”
"Où est la plume de la jardinière de ma tante?" Aziraphale said with careful enunciation.
“Mmm, I assume you’ve used that one every day since.”
“Oh, shush.”
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Yk time doesn’t matter in my canon, Steve and Bucky are going to grow old together and become Zadie and Grandpa and Alpine and Frankie will age up into elderly wrinkly lil kitties
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Im not one to doom an oc to suffer eternally so know that Sonsha does have a happier future that I've already started thinking about, it'll just take her a while to get there of course. But ive been jumping back and forth between lets think about the dark sad part and lets think about the happier healing part. Hedgehog running circles around my brain
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In that scene where the nereid gives percy the pearls, his fingers are so shrivelled up from the water you just know that kid’s been underwater for a long time
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Ok guys I know I’ve been making you answer like 3 surveys already but-
This is vital.
Because- if I’m not- then I’ll probably stop bullshitting and be a serious author- /hj
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