#writeblr event

[pluttskutt]

🎃 Trick or Treat 🎃

The Event

Let’s celebrate Halloween together with a fun game! During this event, we’ll knock on people’s ask boxes and send them a simple question: Trick or Treat? 🦇

The recipient decides if it’s to be a trick, or a treat, as the owner of the house.

🍬 Treat — If the recipient choses treat, they share something with us as a treat. This could be a snippet, a line, OC trivia, or what have you!

👻 Trick — Turning the question around, the asker now has to share something of their own! But, seeing as it’s a trick, they may leave something under a read more, or link to something, that may catch you off guard… 😱

The event is held* through 27th-29th of October.

(Examples of) What you can share:

A snippet

A scene

OC trivia

Worldbuilding fact

A song, or even a playlist

A moodboard

Poetry

Anything you think is a treat you want to share!

If you get “Trick 👻”, pulling a trick is up to you.

❗ Tricksters ❗ Keep to etiquette. A rick roll is fun, a spooky gif, a picrew of your character dressed up for Halloween, and other fun tricks are what I hope to see, should someone chose to pull a trick.

Yes, you read that right! "Trick or Treat" is making a comeback this year 🍬🗡️ Spread this post to get the word out. I'll send an ask to everyone who reblogs this! 🎃

*I will be sending asks during these dates but you are welcome to start this event any time you like and tweak it how you want. Remember Writeblr etiquette and send an ask back to the one who sent one to you! (Excluding me 👻)

🧡 Enjoy 🧡

[yuriolympics]

sign-up here!

join the discord here! (don’t forget to go to #rules and check that you’ve registered!)

[aalinaaaaaa]

An Ode to the Sacrifice

For Day One of Writecamp by the lovely @agirlandherquill !

For today's piece, I used this prompt:

A mossy castle

Below is a conversation between Namon and his father when he was 12, when they were hiking in the woods one day.

Word count: 547

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A choir not for this solemn hymn. Hummed alone by a father on this trail.

Namon trudged an uphill climb on a path gnarled by gravel and roots. His father climbed ahead of him, his wiry figure obscured by the fog.

"Not too far more." His father had a grace to his footsteps, one with the path's uneven nature. Stones slipped beneath Namon's feet, a near acquaintance with the ground.

To his left, he veered under a stone arch blotted by ivy. Saplings sprouted from the ground, reaching towards a sky betraying hints of blue between the clouds. The four walls suffered degrees of crumbling, the remnants held by green, fluffy moss.

"Son," his father's voice echoed behind him. "Ah, you're there. Don't venture astray now."

"I won't." He went under one of the arches, taking a foothold on the narrow steps beside him. He latched onto the wall and pulled upwards, his steps careful and calculated.

The top of the stairs brought him to a withered wall. He breathed, gripping onto a larger stone.

On the other side, the brush of woodland descended into a veranda of fields and more forests far away. In the far distance, a few mountains provided the backdrop, the name of which he forgot. But his father's warnings, a stronger imprint, alleging the presence of an ancient Helindian court hated by Helinda itself. "Hey, Dad, come look at this for a view." He waved his father up, beckoning him.

The man smiled and shook his head. "I'm sure it is. It had to be, considering that ruin was once a watchtower. It's a blessing it's gone to waste."

Namon tilted his head in curiosity. "Why so?"

The man had a tendency towards philosophy, his musings a frequent subject matter.

He descended the steps, sitting on them, following his father's beckoning as he rejoined him at the foot of the old tower.

"Back in my youth, times were different. See that graveyard over there?" He pointed to the nearby plot of statues, stone visages of those long gone. "All those people and more devoted themselves to keeping Seldaika off our shores. For years there would be nary a day we would not have to watch our backs."

"Did they win?" Namon asked. People died there, at that exact spot. A tribute to a story he didn't know. The thought gave him chills, a cool silence hollowing his mind.

"They didn't lose." His father's face told a tale of its own, neutral in expression yet his brown eyes glassy and sombre, focused. "Violence bears no winners, everyone suffers from it. In part from their efforts, we don't have to speak Seldaikan."

"Do you think they'll come back? The Seldaikans, I mean."

An idle question, causing his father to flinch. The silence permeated through both of them, father and son, stood over an ode to the sacrifices made.

The look in his father's eyes made him wonder if he should've asked.

"If they ever do, consider it a dark day for us all — the entire continent." A breath, and a gesture, the latter which Namon repeated.

His father put a hand on his shoulder, firm but assuring, distilling determination in a squeeze. "Whatever you do, make sure the watchtowers never go back in use."

—

Tagging the General taglist for this (ask/comment/reblog etc if you'd like to be added or subtracted): @mr-orion @the-ellia-west @guessillcallitart-deactivated20 @thereadingfoz @glassstardust22124 @honeybewrites @ashirisu @drowsy-quill @oliolioxenfreewrites @seastarblue @gioiaalbanoart @rae-butter @corinneglass @oros-ash3s @rainbowsnowflake @fourwingedwriter @oddcryptidwrites @ark-inkweaving @bardic-tales @agirlandherquill @wyked-rebellion @unriding

(Also, I'll be trying to do these Writecamp prompts for as many days as I have the time, so if anyone wants to be tagged for those, let me know :D)

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WTW PRESENTS OUR 48TH EVENT!

WelcomeToWriteblr brings you another prompt event, this one focused on helping you flesh out your WIP's magic/superpower systems! Is power inherited, gifted, or cursed? Is it a keystone of society? Does it lean more hard system or soft system? Come along and share with us! From MARCH 25TH TO MARCH 31ST create something in response to that day’s prompt and post it. You’re welcome to do absolutely anything for the prompt of the day, whether it be a drawing, an excerpt, a playlist, or a moodboard. This event is aimed to get everyone involved and we will accept all submissions! 

HOW TO PARTICIPATE

Tag your posts as #WTWEVENT and #WTWCOMMUNITY

Format your posts with the heading: WTW POWER PROMPTS - CHOSEN PROMPT

Wait for your post to be added to the queue!

NSFW content will not be posted to the blog. 

OPTIONAL: Join our discord server if you would like to ensure your post makes it onto the blog! Tumblr’s tagging system can be unreliable and we want to make sure everyone’s creations are shared! Please note, you must be 15 OR OLDER to enter our server! 

PROMPT LIST 

Day 1 - Origin

Day 2 - Users

Day 3 - Mechanics

Day 4 - Symbolism

Day 5 - Culture

Day 6 - Banes & Boons

Day 7 - Wilcard

WITH GREAT POWER, JOIN OUR SERVER HERE! (discord.gg/earlgrey)

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CAN YOU WRITE #10Kin1Day?

You know the drill: on Sunday, November 3rd, 2024 I will be streaming on Twitch all day, from 9:00 AM to 12:00 AM the next day, in order to knock out 10,000 words of my NaNoWriMo project. Come write, chat, co-work, and try to hit 10,000 words—or your own personal crazy goal—before time's up.

Yes, I have done this before, and it is physically possible. In theory. Come by! Prospective sprint schedule below the cut; all times are in PST.

Notes: All grey boxes signify times when I will be completely away from the stream to allow for a modicum of privacy. Bathroom breaks will happen whenever; meals will happen at scheduled hours. All plans subject to change as the day goes on!

Schedule image described: (a chart with the following information in black, grey, gold, and red)

9:00 AM stream begins!

9:15-10:15 AM morning routine & breakfast

10:15 AM-12:00 PM SPRINTS & BREAKS

12:00-1:00 PM lunch

1:00-5:00 PM SPRINTS & BREAKS

5:00-6:30 PM brillig

6:30-8:00 PM SPRINTS & BREAKS

8:00-9:00 PM dinner

9:00-10:00 PM SPRINTS & BREAKS

10:00-11:00 PM nightly routine

11:00 PM-12:00 AM SPRINTS & BREAKS or GAME BREAK (WORDS PERMITTING!)

12:00 AM stream ends!

Sprints and breaks will be in increments of 5-30 minutes, based on how the chat & I are feeling at any given time. Feel free to come by and request sprint lengths!

[tryingtimi]

May 7: 1,685 | Reach for the stars by @the-wip-project

Ya girl is on fire today. To be fair, I was tweaking stuff from the prev draft to fit this one, but yk. I finally reached the end, literally one paragraph away, and got to write my favourite ritual scene, so I'll sleep well now, lol. It's gonna be a beast of a chapter still, so apologies in advance friends who read it.

Snip:

Smoke filled his nose, oiled with the tinglings of bells. Luwen found himself chanting along. The words were the grease on the pounding metal, a song that he couldn’t ever understand, yet feel the presence of something — someone way beyond the three of them.

[abalonetea]

Writeblr's Cauldron 2025

Let's play a last minute, quickly thrown together, month-long writing game!

Writeblr's Cauldron will be posted every Monday and Friday through the month of October, with various prompts and games to help get you in the mood for spooky season!

[did-i-do-this-write]

Reach for the Stars Update

May 12, 2025

(event and banner made by @the-wip-project)

Daily Goal: 300

Today's Words: 723

Author's Note: It's crazy how my personal mood is directly tied it how productive I am able to be in my writing. Might even be a problem. Luckily, today I was able to start polishing up the last couple chapters of my fic project so I'm feeling pretty good! Hoping to keep up the momentum this week.

[lwcina]

did you know that less than 10% of AO3 is f/f (less than 1 million fics!!!!!). join the yuri shipping olympics and fight the yuri shortage.

“what is the yuri shipping olympics?”

im glad u asked. you sign up and choose a ship-team to be on. you make fanworks to fill the prompts each round. then at the end, you submit a collab fanwork that you worked on with the rest of your team. theres also bonus rounds where u can get extra points! its inspired by the homestuck shipping olympics of yore so if you remember those, you get the gist. but YSO isn’t about winning it is about bringing more yuri into the world. AND if you don’t want to commit to joining a single team, you can be a vote-only member!

“what do you mean by fanworks?” fanart, fanfiction, analysis of something, edits, music, literally anything!

sign ups end 7/2 so act now and join the yuri shipping olympicsssss itll be fun i prommy

[pluttskutt]

🎃 Trick or Treat 🎃

Yes, you read that right! “Trick or Treat” is making its third comeback this year 🍬🗡️ Spread this post to get the word out. I’ll send an ask to everyone who reblogs this! 🎃

The Event

Let’s celebrate Halloween together with a fun game! During this event, we’ll knock on people’s ask boxes and send them a simple question: Trick or Treat? 🦇

The recipient decides if it’s to be a trick, or a treat, as the owner of the house.

🍬 Treat — If the recipient choses treat, they share something with us as a treat. This could be a snippet, a line, OC trivia, or what have you!

👻 Trick — Turning the question around, the asker now has to share something of their own! But, seeing as it’s a trick, they may leave something under a read more, or link to something, that may catch you off guard… 😱

The event is held* through 25th-27th of October.

(Examples of) What you can share:

A snippet

A scene

OC trivia

Worldbuilding fact

Picrew / Art / Zoi / etc

A song, or even a playlist

A moodboard

Poetry

Anything you think is a treat you want to share!

If you get “Trick 👻”, pulling a trick is up to you.

❗ Tricksters ❗ Keep to etiquette. A rick roll is fun, a spooky gif, a picrew of your character dressed up for Halloween, and other fun tricks are what I hope to see, should someone chose to pull a trick.

*I will be sending asks during these dates but you are welcome to start this event any time you. Remember writeblr etiquette and send an ask back to the one who sent one to you! (Excluding me 👻)

🧡 Enjoy 🧡

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Get To Know Your Moots Writeblr Interview

Tagged by @ink-flavored (here) to do this event created by @davycoquette (question template here)! Thanks to both of you.

To anyone seeing this, consider yourself tagged in addition to @sunset-a-story @touloserlautrec @sarahlizziewrites @k--havok @thatndginger @oliolioxenfreewrites @the-scaredy-crow @words-after-midnight @space-writes @vacantgodling @jezifster @ghostpoetics @lacependragon @xenascribbles @afoolandathief @drawnecromancy @the-ace-of-wrath

[ID: A thin border divider showing a sliver of a golden sky streaked by rain clouds above a dark blue sea.]

ON THE TUMBLR WRITING COMMUNITY

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr?

Since, like, 2020? Somewhere thereabouts.

What led you to create it?

Wanting to connect with writers/readers outside of Ao3 (it's just not set up for conversations outside of comment threads). And wanting to raise my characters up like baby Simba at the start of The Lion King for more of the Internet to behold.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community?

It's about the connection. 🤌 Plenty of writing communities, both on and offline, focus on critique or getting something published. Which can be great, if it's what you're after. But I think having others who genuinely cheer you on and let you ramble is just as important to helping writers through the often messy process of creating.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you?

I can be a bit shy or slow to interact, but once I'm invited in I'll haunt follow your blog or writing even if I'm not constantly saying anything.

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash?

People talking about what they love, in published work and with writeblr stuff. A lot of the time I read or watch something because of the way others talk about it. That includes your own writing!

What tips/advice do you have for someone who made a Writeblr today?

Be patient, manage your expectations, and focus on having some fun. There's no algorithm here and even less clout. Writers can and do build audiences on Tumblr, but it's uniquely suited to allow us to experiment and be weird too.

WIP IT GOOD

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately?

I'm rewriting Apophenia, a novel about a supernatural researcher enduring the worst assignment of his life. A lot of my other projects are set in the same world.

How long have you been working on them?

Over five years now, I think! I'm slow.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started?

The Chocolate Box event on Ao3! The prompt was for a human captured by a vampire, but I wound up creating an entire world and series. Oops.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them?

If I'm not thinking about these characters it's only because I'm dead.

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say?

Gay vampire trash.

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you do say)?

I write about characters who struggle towards community, compassion, and being better people despite a) their flaws, and b) the world burning down around them. I hope that it gives me the courage to continue doing the same.

LET’S ROTATE BLORBOS

Name any characters you created.

I'll direct you to some mood boards/intros even: Isaac Soto Márquez, Renato Faria Dimas, Dorian St-Ange, Kinslayer, Elfy Bosques-Rodriguez, Ankaris the Memory Salesman, Fior the Master Transcriber, Vess the Collector. And here's a comic sans presentation for Apophenia.

Who’s the most unhinged?

Outwardly? Any of my necromancers. They come in a wide variety of styles, from Motley sewing patches of skin onto itself, to Acacius of Antioch who drapes his bejeweled and gilded bones in black veils. Each also has an, um, unique view of (un)life, the body, and ethics. Views which could come across as unhinged.

Who comes the most naturally for you to write?

At this point Isaac Soto, the protagonist of Apophenia. We do share a few similarities, but mostly I've just been writing him for years now.

Do you ever cringe at them?

At my characters or their antics? I wouldn't give them the satisfaction.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters?

They do frequently just spring ideas and actions on me, but I have the ultimate say in what makes it onto the page. Same with having the power/responsibility of changing something I realize isn't working, is insensitive, etc.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters?

Always and forever, yes. 💜 Send me asks, comment in the tags or on Ao3, shriek in reblogs, replies, or a dm. It doesn't matter how--I love whenever someone is curious or interested enough to ask something about my fictional creations.

ON WRITEBLR ENGAGEMENT

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account?

Sometimes it's based on vibes, sometimes I really like the sound of their stories. I appreciate a sense of whimsy and/or humor especially. And someone who likes spooky as well as fantasy stuff.

What makes you decide against following?

Two things: A) Their intro already has, like, 80+ notes (though the vibe/story will override this), and B) lots of posts hating on things/trends/people. I don't mean venting or sometimes ranting, which is everyone's right. I mean someone's whole brand is ridicule or just immediately seeing the bad in everything. Which is still their right. It's also mine to avoid it, and I think this is mutually beneficial. Thankfully, though, this experience has been very rare for me on writeblr.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often?

I try to. I'll reblog, read, comment, take an open tag, whatever when I have the energy. I mean, how else do writers get readers? It takes people who might not know you personally talking about your work a lot of the time.

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle?

I am absorbing the essence of your blorbos as we speak, making them an eternal part of me.

[aalinaaaaaa]

Mirror Image

For Day Two of Writecamp by the lovely @agirlandherquill !

Today's prompt used:

The softness of someone else's coat

This conversation happens the day after A Lesson in Observation, where it's the start of Charimone getting initiated into Claudia's household. (The image in this scene has been in my head for months, today's prompt was perfect for it!)

Word count: 654

—

“Oh, you’re still in that dress from yesterday.” Lady Emar pointed out, causing Charimone to blush.

“Yes, I guess so.” She looked down, grazing her hand over the pastel blue fabric of her dress. Minor stains splattered it, the skirt a bit unsettled. No different than the times spent with her sister in flower fields and splashing water in a stream, now a last token from home.

The lady glanced to something on Charimone’s right, her neutral expression lacking its usual sharp edge. “Hmm, I wonder… Give me a moment.”

Charimone jolted as the lady’s usual imposing visage vanished, replaced by a rook that shifted in front of a tall mirror to her right, beside a mannequin without a garment.

“What is it?” She fell into rank beside her, mesmerised as the lady untangled the clasp in her cloak. It consisted of a cascade of dark crow feathers, covering her from the shoulder down, the tail ends a slip above the floor. She wondered if it was a cloak or armour, with the way it swished, carrying the lady’s intent behind it.

“Here you go.” The lady swirled it overhead, dropping it onto Charimone’s shoulders.

“Whoa.” The cloak’s fabric swallowed the rest of her, a comforting weight upon her shoulders. She combed her hands through the inside, turning around, her foot nearly catching on the end. How she’d adore something like this in the winter, she’d never be cold again.

“This is so cool!” She jumped, looking up at her. “Can I keep it?”

Lady Emar chuckled, placing a hand on her shoulder and goading her gaze towards the mirror.

“Not this one, I’m afraid. It’s my special one.” She nodded toward the mirror, gazing down at Charimone again. “Black suits you, little wisp.”

Charimone got a proper look in the mirror. Her crimson hair, ruffled by sleep, fell onto the cloak’s feathered collar, while the lady stood in a simple gown of black silk, her crimson hair down and without a single strand astray.

“Dad said I shouldn’t wear dark clothes because I would look like a crow lady.” She snapped her gaze to the lady beside her. “Hold on, you’re a crow lady.”

She laughed, the sound not dissimilar to a crow’s. “It’s your choice whether you listen to him. Tell my servants and Silkweaver what you want and they’ll have it done.”

“Really?” Charimone beamed, light sparkling in her polar blue eyes. “Absolutely anything?”

“Basically.” She frowned when the lady collected her cloak, twisting it back onto her shoulders without an ounce of effort.

In her pale gray eyes Charimone witnessed a reflection of herself. She wondered if the lady saw it too.

—

Tagging the various taglists (General, Writecamp and Charimone's plotline) (ask/comment/reblog, etc if you'd like to be added or subtracted): @mr-orion @the-ellia-west @guessillcallitart-deactivated20 @thereadingfoz @glassstardust22124 @honeybewrites @ashirisu @drowsy-quill @oliolioxenfreewrites @seastarblue @gioiaalbanoart @rae-butter @corinneglass @oros-ash3s @rainbowsnowflake @fourwingedwriter @oddcryptidwrites @ark-inkweaving @bardic-tales @agirlandherquill @darkluminosity @wyked-rebellion

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WTW PRESENTS OUR 47TH EVENT!

For the month of February, we will be opening up our inbox to let writeblrs anonymously (or not!) send in appreciation letters to their favorite writeblrs through the blog and encouraging everyone to send in asks directly to your favorites.

HOW TO PARTICIPATE

Throughout the ENTIRETY OF FEBRUARY we hope you all will make use of WelcomeToWriteblr’s reach to shoutout your favorite blogs that you think deserve some spotlight and appreciation. These blogs can be your friends, your favorite writer, or even your favorite meme provider. As long as they are a writeblr—feel free to shout them out in our ask box! You're also free to submit multiple letters throughout the month, but remember that you can fit multiple blogs into one message. And don’t hold back your gushing! The whole point of this event is to share your appreciation, whether you do it anonymously or not. We hope you all take advantage of this event and we look forward to sharing your favorite blogs with everyone! 💘

GUIDELINES

Please don’t spam our ask box with the same exact message.

Be kind to every creator in your submission.

Hateful messages will be deleted.

NSFW content will not be posted to the blog.

Please be patient! We cannot predict how many submissions we will get, but it will take us time to answer them all regardless.

Appreciation letters will not be accepted after the END OF FEBRUARY, so get them in while you can.

But most importantly: don’t shoutout yourself! Spread the love!

XOXO, JOIN OUR SERVER HERE! (discord.gg/earlgrey)

[yvesdot]

yves.'s Best Reads of 2024 stream!

Friday, February 14th, 2025 @ 11:00 AM PST on Twitch check your timezone here!

Happy Valentine's Day! Come share some love for books with me as I run through the best books I read for the first time last year. (Pre-sorted) bracket is here, Goodreads list (please don't add books, just vote) (including honorable mentions) is here! Share your favorites, dispute my taste, and pick up a few more titles for your TBR!

WATCH RECORDING ON YOUTUBE

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[tryingtimi]

May 10: 588 | Reach for the stary by @the-wip-project

I love making Liahn stressed smh. Poor thing is so easy to write, when all I need to do is just channel all those infuriating moments of life when you make decisions on a whim and then realise what those will truly entail, and how unprepared you are.

Besides that, it's gonna be the first brother-sister heavy chapter, with a little Fang POV and a hopefully kinda epic fight, so it's an understatement that I'm excited.

Snip:

She didn’t respond. The words were burning on her tongue, waiting to be spat out. Yet, she rather bit down on it before she would let them free.

[mimisempai]

Our oath

Summary

What was supposed to be just a romantic flight takes on a whole new meaning as Aziraphale and Crowley gaze up at the world from the starry sky.

Notes

I didn't plan them to take me there, but I don't regret it...

For the @flashfictionfridayofficial - #FFF242 Soaring Above

On Ao3

Rating G -  755 words

He spread his wings, made a few movements with them to make sure they were working properly, then took a deep breath and said, "Let's go."

He flew up into the sky, and as he soared higher, he saw the bookshop, the busy Whickber Street, and then the city lights grew smaller and smaller. Then he flew past some clouds until there was night and stars all around him, and he stopped to look at the Earth, now barely bigger than a small marble.

So small in this great universe, so beautiful and fragile. 

But oh, so precious.

He felt, as he always had when it came to the little planet, this deep, strong, raw love that drove him to protect it and its inhabitants from all dangers and whatever else his and Crowley's ex-sides might think of doing, because for Heaven and Hell, Earth means nothing or just a means to an end.

At that thought, he feels anger growing deep inside him. The same anger he is filled with every time he thinks about how Heaven regards its own creation. He feels it growing inside him, intense, burning, uncontrollable.

"Angel?"

Then it immediately stopped.

Just that word, uttered in a soft voice, overcame the rage that overcame him, and the gentle pressure on his hand was enough to make it subside, leaving only the love for this planet and the fierce will to protect it, no matter the cost.

Then a caress on his hand removed the last vestiges of anger and he turned his eyes to the demon at his side. Crowley, in whose eyes he read understanding and the same fervor as his own.

This planet, so precious to them, for it was what brought them together in the first place. Before their shared love, it was the will to save the Earth and its people that made them overcome all the obstacles that fate had placed between them.

Once he's calmed down, he can also see the concern in the demon's eyes and blames himself for being the one who put it there.

Crowley asked him gently, "Are you all right, Angel?"

Aziraphale, without letting go of his hand, moved closer to him, his wings fluttering gently, then replied, "Yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this flight in the sky to turn into a drama."

Crowley gently stroked his cheek and shook his head before saying, "Don't be sorry. I know how you feel. We won't let anything happen to them."

"How do you understand me so well?"

The demon winked at him and replied playfully, "Thousands of years of practice," then his expression turned serious again as his eyes focused on the planet far below their feet and he said quietly, "This is our home. So we will protect it. Together."

He wrapped his arm around the angel's waist, and Aziraphale rested his head on his shoulder, repeating softly, "Together."

They stayed like that for a few minutes, embracing in the starry sky, looking down on this world and its inhabitants that they loved so much.

Then Aziraphale slid his hand down the demon's arm and intertwined their fingers, saying softly, "Come on, let's go home."

Crowley smiled at him, nodded, and together they flapped their wings before diving toward the Earth.

They both felt their hearts racing as they approached the Earth. Crowley gripped Aziraphale's hand a little tighter as they flew over Tadfield, and a little later, Aziraphale's hand tightened around Crowley's as they passed over Whickber Street, where their family and the heart of their home lay.

They finally landed on the roof of the bookshop, still holding hands.

Aziraphale pushed back a lock of red hair that had fallen across Crowley's forehead during their flight and said quietly, "How about dinner at the Ritz to end the evening on a high note?"

The demon simply asked, "By land or by air?"

The angel immediately replied, "By land, among them."

Crowley planted a light kiss on Aziraphale's lips and nodded before saying quietly, "Let's go, Angel."

Some time later, they entered the Ritz and a butler escorted them to their usual table.

After their champagne glasses were filled, Crowley raised his to the angel and said softly, "Cheers, to the world."

Aziraphale clinked his glass against the demon's and replied, "To our world."

They said nothing more, they didn't need to as the same burning will to cherish and protect this world was shining in their eyes.

Their oath.

To the world.

To their world.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : (After season 2) 

Part 1 Story 1-99

Part 2 Story 100-?

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)