#((on that note i can't wait for more crowley content i already know he will be my fave))

[girlbossdean]

IF THE WAY HOME HAS 1 READER IT'S ME SO TRUE <33333

@roublardise you did it, what a wonderful day to be on supernatural tumblr in 2024

[yuri-is-online]

ooohh 500 already?? it feels like the 300 special was just a few weeks ago ✧⁠\⁠(⁠>⁠o⁠<⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠✧ can i get prompt 6 with ace and deuce together?? hehe congrats again, more milestones to come!! (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

6. Crowley has decided to put together a murder mystery for the whole ball and you've been the first one "killed." Whoever is playing detective seems really upset about that.

So I was uncertain if by together you meant Aduece + Yuu or Ace + Yuu and Deuce + Yuu. As it stands, I had an idea for Aduece + Yuu and requests for Ace and Deuce separately, so this post will contain Aduece + Yuu. I'm confused just writing that, but I hope it makes sense. If this is not what you wanted, you are more than welcome to make a second request. There is no time limit on that.

notes: they/them used for Yuu, what's worse than one angry guard dog? Two angry guard dogs! Or is it two and a half if you count Grim I guess. The other event requests can be found on my masterlist.

Aduece

"And our first victim for tonight will be the prefect! I would have expected them to be the last victim how very odd." Crowley almost sounds sympathetic and you almost sound interested, you even let out a little "oh no" almost relived whoever was playing the murderer had decided to give you such a nice excuse to sit the next rounds of what you are certain is going to turn into a massive dick measuring contest. Grim does not share your gracious nature.

"This is bullshit!" He thrashes around in your embrace making grabby paws at the gathered crowd as if he is really going to make Mr. X regret killing you. "Just my hench human's name got pulled, why's that mean I gotta go?!"

"Aww, Grimmy, it's ok, we all know you'd be next." Ace laughs but there's a strange strain to it. He's run his fingers nervously through his hair several times now, and now that you've noticed he tries a more familiar smile, dropping his hand to tap his thigh instead. "Don't wait up for us, ok? Juice and I aren't going home anytime soon." You roll your eyes at the joke before giving both your friends a quick hug.

"For luck." You say with a quick wink before shuffling yourself and Grim up to the balcony soothing him with promises of food that you're sure will still be up there.

As soon as you are gone all pretense between the two drops as they both look at the identical cards they had been bickering over just a few moments earlier.

"I still think we should tell the headmage." Is what Deuce says, but he's missing his usual determination Ace finds so cute and yet so annoying every time he suggests the three of you cut class. "When he was explaining the rules he clearly said that there was only supposed to be one ca-"

"Then he can just deal with looking stupid." Snaps Ace. "It's not like he ever does anything else. Look can't you hear what they're saying about Yuu?" It's a low blow, they both can hear the snickering of the usual suspects, but Deuce grinds his teeth particularly sharply to find so many new people joining in. "They think it's funny." Ace says, voice dropping low and deathly serious with what he tells himself is just the intention to rile Deuce up. They both look up at the gallery, Yuu looks.... happy. Content with their lot as if they never expected any other outcome. It's beautiful, that carefree smile that turns into a pure beam once they notice the two of them looking up at them, and there is something breathtaking about knowing only the two of them can bring it out.

That seals it. Lovely as it is, the sight is wrong. You should be down here between the two of them laughing at the loosers who thought they were good at hiding themselves among the masses. Surprisingly, it's Deuce who takes the lead, turning away from Yuu and placing a firm hand on Ace's shoulder to convince him to do the same.

"It's probably one of the guys from one of the other classes." Class 1A wasn't completely loyal to each other, this was NRC after all, but all of them like the three of you. And they all knew better than to do anything to you when Ace and Deuce had you sat snugly between them like you had been all night. "If I had to make a guess, it's probably one of the guys from Leona's class."

"What makes you think it's an upper classmen?" Whispers Ace, shaking himself together and yanking Deuce back to the center of the ballroom to get a better look at the crowd.

"They wouldn't be afraid of us. And any Savanaclaw students in Leona's class would have a bone to pick with Yuu after that whole incident with Azul." It's surprisingly solid reasoning from Deuce, real proof he could probably hack it as a Magic Marshal, and Ace makes sure to take note so he can tease him about it later. But he's not entirely sold on it being pure skill that's gotten Deuce this far.

Seriously Ace thought beastmen were supposed to be good at hunting.

"Hey there, buddy." Ace throws an elbow into the Savanaclaw extra's side (partially to throw him off by annoying him but mostly to keep Deuce from jumping him immediately). "Having fun tonight? I'd have thought a big guy like you would find this whole thing boring."

"What's a fresh punk like you know about that?" His snort would be low and intimidating if Deuce wasn't so angry. "It's always the weakest links that get picked off first, I don't have to worry about shit till later."

"Oh you mean like Epel?" The upperclassman stiffens at Deuce's question, line of sight snapping away from their oblivious friend and back to the now maniacly grinning freshman who has decided to forcefully elbow his other side. Ace gives a laugh that would make Floyd proud as Deuce continues. "Cause I know you wouldn't be planning on him being your next victim, unless you really are as dumb as you look."

"What the hell are you!"

"Oi headmage!" Yells Ace, making sure to flourish the detective card in a way he very smugly thinks only he could. "We got your guy, bag him and tag a better one in next time, yeah?"

A general groan comes up from the crowd with how quickly the game is over, with Crowley quickly agreeing to another round as you once again find yourself sandwiched between your bickering friends.

"Oh come on there's no way the headmage intended for you to be the detective." Ace huffs, head firmly rested on your lap so he can glare up at Deuce resting on your shoulder. "I'm the one always taking care of you two, clearly it was intended for me."

"I'm the one who caught the killer though." A kinder version of that manic grin is firmly fixed to Deuce's face as you sigh and check the time on your phone wondering if they'll get in trouble with Riddle if they stay up here with you longer.

"Boys Boys, you're both pretty." That shuts them up, but maybe not for the reason you think. "But won't you lose your heads if you stay here much longer?"

"Eh I'm sure Riddle will understand." Ace smiles and though Deuce sputters in hesitation he makes now move to leave. "Besides, if he does not, we'll just bunk with you tonight."

"You're worth the trouble." Says Deuce, with a bit more force than usual and you sigh.

"Honestly, I should be saying that to the two of you." And though it should be said with a bit more meaning, instead you say it with a laugh.

A laugh that's quickly returned.

[dotster001]

Hii, I was wondering if you're comfortable, could you do romantic Sam (twst) headcanons? Please and thank you!!

Summary: Sam x gn!reader

A/N: I got you pookie. What I love about writing for the staff, is that we know so little that I can write whatever, and no one can say it's not canon. That said...we need more Sam content in this fandom

Note: It's in my pinned post, and I've mentioned this in a couple posts, but if this is the first of my stuff you've read, I view NRC as an actual college, so reader here is 18+. If it makes you more comfy, imagine it as grad school age.

He has his friends keeping an eye on you at all times. Not in a creepy way. He's just stuck at the store for hours, and he misses you. He wants to know about the adventures you get up to while he's trapped in the mystery shop. Sometimes, he'll use them to deliver things to you, like a cool item he got in, or your favorite snack, or a love note.

He's a cuddler. He used to be able to keep the shop open later, if it meant he could make an extra buck. Now, he gets irritable at closing time. Even if there is still a half hour for customers to do their shopping, he'll be angrily tapping his foot and glaring at them. And it's solely because he wants, no needs, to close the shop so he can come home to you. It doesn't matter what you are doing, what homework you have, who you are hanging out with, he is grabbing your wrist the second he is through the door, and dragging you up to bed. Once there, he is cradling you in his arms as he runs his fingers through your hair or along your scalp. He won't say much. It's like he's plugging into a charger port for the night, and is recharging.

Date nights are simple, but very romantic. He'll close the shop early, (angrier than usual at the last customers of the day) and he'll have one of his friends go escort you to his place. While he waits, he cooks a fancy meal, and sets a small table, with a single candle in your favorite color. The candle is enchanted to elevate the romantic aura of the room. Even though he is across the table, you swear the scent of his cologne is surrounding you, and it feels like he is embracing you, even though he is not. The candle affects him the same way, making the scene more intimate, and making it feel like you are the only two people in the world. You always end up feeding each other, while you talk about your days and hopes for the future. As stated in the previous, Sam is down bad for cuddling with you, so as soon as the dinner is finished, he is pulling you into his arms, though, on date night there are several more kisses first.

He can get… a little jealous at times. If his “friends” tell him you are hanging out with someone, especially when he is stuck at the shop, he gets incredibly frustrated. It's not that he doesn't trust you, and he trusts your friends (mostly), but he just really wants to be there. He already finished school, but he'd go through it again for you. He wants to be by your side, experiencing life with you. He sometimes gets the urge to beg Crowley to let you drop classes so that you can work at the shop. He won't, because he knows you need the experience to give you a leg up in this new world. But, sometimes, he can't help but ditch the shop, find you, and slot his way into the conversation. His “friends” tease him to no end, and he had to make a deal with them so they wouldn't out him.

Everything is a transaction. Not in a bad way, it's actually quite cute. You want a hug? Well he wants a kiss. You want that snack? He'll give it to you if you have dinner with him. You want help with your homework? You have to sit on his lap while he tutors you. Everything he asks for  is something you'd willingly give without a deal, so it has to be some kind of turn on for him. He clearly is very happy when you take his deal, though, and his smile is so bright and sweet when he thinks he's gotten one over on you, so you are never going to stop him.

You get the first pick of the items in the shop. Gift giving is his love language, aside from caressing your hair, and he is always way too excited to give you product. Sometimes you need to remind him that he needs to keep some product so he can run his store, but he always smiles suspiciously, assuring you it will never be a problem. Your favorite gifts he's gotten you, are all very sweet things. A silver bracelet, one he has a match of, where if you tap it, whoever is wearing the other bracelet will feel your touch. A ring that always tells you where your lover is. A pen, where if you write something on your skin, it shows up on your partner's skin. He likes to give you things that make you think of him. He says it's because having a radiant model to show off his product helps it sell….but…considering most of the things that he gives you are one of a kind…you aren't sure you believe him.

[mimisempai]

The embrace we deserve

Summary

Crowley is back, and he and the angel experience for the first time the reunion to which they are entitled and which they have denied each other all these years.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #47: A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.

On Ao3

Rating G -  448 words

Aziraphale glanced at the wall clock and chuckled to himself as it had been less than five minutes since he'd last checked the time.

Today was the day Crowley was due to return from his little trip as part of his job at the planetarium, and he wasn't due to arrive for a few hours in the late afternoon, so the Angel called himself an idiot for being so impatient. 

The three days had passed rather quickly, and Nina, Maggie and Muriel had had something to do with it. He suspected that the owner of the coffee shop had told the other two about his condition after Crowley's departure, and every day they had come to keep him company in one way or another, Maggie taking him to the record shop to suggest new musical treasures, Nina arriving every day with a new pastry, and Muriel never ceasing to ask him questions and get him to discuss his current readings.

Aziraphale had to admit that it touched him deeply to know that he and Crowley now had this little group of friends, almost a family, as part of their lives.

He said aloud, "Come on, you've made it three days, you can wait a few more hours, can't you?"

"Angel, I've barely been gone three days and you're talking to yourself?"

Aziraphale turned sharply towards the bookshop door and shouted, "Crowley!"

Then he ran to him and wrapped his arms around the demon in a tight embrace, pressing his lips to his.

After a few seconds, Crowley patted him on the back, causing him to loosen his arms without letting go, and the demon said, panting slightly, "Oh dear, I don't mind such fervour, but just let me breathe."

Aziraphale bit his lip and, as he tried to pull away, replied sheepishly, "Sorry, I-" 

But the demon would have none of it, and wrapping his arms around the angel's neck, he said softly, "Don't apologize, I was just so surprised that I really didn't have time to breathe."

He pressed a light kiss to the angel's lips, and when he pulled away, the angel asked, his sheepish expression now absolutely delighted, "How come you're here already? You weren't supposed to arrive until this late afternoon."

Crowley planted another kiss on the angel's smile and simply replied, "I missed you too much."

Aziraphale lifted his hand and rested it on the demon's cheek, saying, "I missed you too. A lot."

Then he buried his face in the demon's neck as the demon held him close, the two of them basking in the contentment of being together again. 

Granting each other the embrace they had been denied all these years. 

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable kisses series : here

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

Ineffable Growing Love - Series post S2

Part 1 Story 1-99

Part 2 Story 100-?

[the-trinket-witch]

Practically Perfect Ch. 6

(Ch 7|Ch 5|Ch 1)

"So you pass between sides of the field to score goals based on how far it had been moved before...Someone gets tackled?!" Albert repeated. Yuu had spent the evening and following morning explaining to both Grim and Albert the concept of 'American Football'. "Seems a bit more contact than I'd prefer in a sport." 

The three continued breakfast until a knock at the door interrupted. A ghost poked their head in, through the wall, to relay the message.

"Uhhh, it's Headmaster Crowley~ he's sitting in the lounge when you can~"

Yuu grimaced, Albert also knowing all too well by now Crowley's presence meant additional work. 

"Ah-there you all are. I have a request-see it like...an exchange. You provide me some intel about a string of accidents happening around campus, in exchange, I continue to provide you lodgings without charge. You're more than welcome to join as well, Mr. Eastwind-you still have board tuition to pay but I could allow this month be...shall we say 'waived' if you were to assist your dormmates in this matter."

The three exchanged knowing but resigned glances, sighing in agreement.  

"Wait though! How do we know these are part of somethin' bigger and not like… People just being clumsy, being all excited for the tournament and all?" Grim asked.

"That's what one would assume on first glance, but with 10 already injured just this year, it can't be ignored. I sadly don't have any evidence to say so, but that's why I'm here!"

"Myehhh this doesn't sound like any of our business anyway-we can't even play!"

"If you could shed light on these occurrences, there may be a way I may be able to pull some strings, to allow your dorm to compete," Crowley offered. 

Al watched both Grim and Yuu's eyes shine at the prospect.  Yuu halted though to ask where they'd be able to get enough players to even qualify. 

"Fret not! I'm a gracious headmaster so you can rest assured I will uphold my end of this little bargain of ours~"

—--

The three took the day to check the infirmary, the student there giving his testimony about his trip down the stairs, another splashing himself and others with boiling potion, and one more seemed to overstretch and possibly tore something. Yuu took notes, Grim asked the questions, and Albert tried piecing things together. The trio made their way back to their dorm, at one point Al accidentally collided with a familiar beastman. Apologies were exchanged and they were on their way. 

“They all just sound clumsy, I still don’t know what the big deal is,” Grim concluded.  A knock at the door announced Ace.

They filled him in on the situation, but with an extra head there didn’t seem to be any more headway. Al contemplated it more, emptying his pockets for the afternoon, to find the contents of the left: missing. He let out a quick sound of surprise, but immediately began smirking.

“What’s so funny?” Ace wondered. 

“Oh, I must have had either a hole in my pocket earlier, or someone’s got sticky fingers on campus. I had some change for laundry and a couple of cat treats for Lucius, but they’ve all disappeared. If it was taken I’m sure they’re probably surprised to find not a wallet but pet treats.” Al smiled. “Just tells me keeping my billfold and phone up here was a wise choice,” he patted at a spot on his jacket. 

They all looked a little confused, but their wonder broke at the sound of someone barging into the dorm. 

“GUYS-This is bad!” Deuce skid into the lounge, “Clover got hurt on the stairs!”

>I couldn’t imagine him being clumsy…

>He doesn’t seem the type to get wrapped up in excitement…

The group trekked to Heartslabyul to find Cater already in the middle of helping Trey.

“Hey kids-How’re yall doing?” Cater started in.

“We’re fine, but what about Trey?” Ace demanded.

“I’m all right-just a fumble on the stairs. I’m fine but this foot’s a little banged up. I’m probably gonna be in crutches for a hot minute. Though probably too long for me to keep on the Magift Team this year.” Trey explained. 

Riddle barged in, completely at the ready, to help. 

“If there’s anything you need, please ask. This is all my fault…” Riddle seemed about on the verge of tears.

“Will do, but hey, hey, hey; don’t beat yourself up! You had a spill and I was there, thankfully to catch you.”

“What?!” Albert interrupted. “Sorry, Riddle, but you also had an issue on the stairs?”

“Like Trey said, he caught me before I could fall, but…I do feel guilty it resulted in this.”

“If it helps, permit me to offer any assistance I can. This is starting to sound a lot more suspicious now that it’s happening so close to home…”

Cater interrupted, “Speaking of-how about we give Trey some space to recoup-lemme meet you downstairs.”

That was the group’s signal to leave. Once downstairs, he corralled everyone to the lounge.

“I didn’t wanna say anything about it in front of ‘im, but I’m getting the feeling it’s pretty sus, too,” Cater whispered.

“What do you mean?” Riddle asked.

“Well, we’ve been investigating all these spills and accidents, this one being the latest…This is really looking more orchestrated. But how?” Albert replied.

“Not sure how-but look at all who’re getting hurt: All players, or at least contenders, for the Magift Tournament.”

“Do you think somebody’s got a hit out on the other competitors?” Ace asked.

“Possibly-This tournament can make or break someone’s prospects with sponsors,” Riddle noted. “To that end: I’m going to help, too. The problem, first off, seems to be catching the culprit in the act,” Riddle announced.

“Ok, but like, How?” Grim yowled.

“WAIT-A Stakeout!” Ace and Deuce concluded together. 

>I can go with that…

>But who do we think is going to be targeted next?

“I got a few ideas, let’s get goin’ and we can go down the list,” Cater said with a flip of his phone-already on Magicam.

—---

“First Stop: Pomefiore!”

“Riddle, please remind me who the dorm leader was here?” Albert asked, “I don’t think I met him at the meeting earlier.”

“Oh, Vil Schoenheit. I believe, though, we are looking for his second-in-command: Rook Hunt.”

“He’s the dude with the bob and the hat. There he is,” Cater pointed out. They watched the two older students chiding another, smaller, student. 

“Nyehh, doesn’t look real strong to me,” Grim muttered. “Let's check somewhere else…”

Cater led them to the central courtyard, where they eyed a couple of heads of teal hair. 

“There they are. ‘Cater Check’ says we might have a possibility Octavinelle’s Leech Twins might get targeted.”

“Ya sure? They’re huge!” Ace noted. “Ya don’t think they’ll be able to hold their own against somebody trying to get them hurt?”

“I’d for sure save them for last-especially that Floyd, there. That’s the one people especially try steering clear of,” Riddle mentioned with a shudder. His voice must have carried just far enough, as the more disheveled of the two turned towards the group. A toothy grin erupted at the sight of someone in the group, as he began a march over.

“GOLDFISHIE~” he yelled. 

“Dammit, he saw me!” Riddle cursed, ducking behind Albert. He poked his head back out, “I told you not to call me that! I don’t even know how you came up with it, anyway!”

“Cause you’re tiny and red like a lil goldfish~” he lilted. “Neh, a flamin’ cat? Mind if I give it a good squeeze?” a dark glint shown in his bicolored eyes. The smiling maw of his seemed to grow wider at the thought. “Maybe Shrimpy? A shrimp like you might be real easy to squeeze.” Yuu didn’t make any attempt at hiding the back-step they took, also behind Albert.

“Ah, Heartslabyul’s dorm all together? A reconnaissance mission, I assume?” The other twin asked, slithering up from behind the first. “Mind if we troubled you the reason you’re all trying to spy on us?”

Ace noted the creepiness of the more collected one’s expression, as cold as it still seemed with a feigned smile.

“Our apologies, gentlemen,” Albert piped up. “We didn’t mean to give the assumption of us ‘spying’ on either of you. We’ve actually been doing candid interviews! Could we take a moment of your time?” it wasn't technically a lie, as the mention of what the interview was for didn't need addressed. 

Riddle made a confused sound, but Al made a motion behind him to signal the group to leave. They took the hint and slowly started backing up. 

“So, gents, If you’d prefer we can make our way this way, or we can find a nice patch of grass to start this interview…” He made motions to turn them away from the band. 

“Ehh, new face here-you talk a bunch. Ya want us to talk? How ‘bout we play tag, we catch you: I get to squeeze ya and get’cha to shut up.” The one designated as Floyd growled. He in turn laid a large hand over Al’s head, further emphasizing their height difference. 

“Watch our step; in time I believe we could actually come to be friends, but if you insist on ‘tag’ for a chat...” Al started before disappearing from between the two, reappearing a couple feet ahead of them. “Then I believe that makes you both ‘It’.”

The two made confused glances between themselves, the spot Albert was, landing on where he stood currently. They stared back, teeth bare, with the gaze of two predators smelling blood in the water. In a quick flash the two were on the move. It caught Albert by surprise, but the moment he sensed they were about to touch him, he paused his time to move to another spot, and resumed; for them he vanished before they could grab him, only for him to appear a few meters in another direction. A couple more confused looks between the two and they set off in their new trajectory. This continued for a couple of minutes, affording the rest of the troupe to flee. They kept pace with their target, getting closer to him each time, which concerned Al. He’d never had someone anticipate where he’d blip back in. An instance Floyd made a grasp at the air. Albert had blipped back in only to find the time resuming to his pursuer grasping out directly where he had stood.

“There ya are-ya can’t hide from these noses~” He warned.

Albert’s heart skipped a beat as he felt the other man’s skin on his throat, before pausing time once more. He made a quick trek to one of the balconies before resuming time, allowing himself to catch his breath and resteady his nerves. 

“Sorry, you two, but if you don’t have time for an interview, I simply must be on my way, then! Lovely to meet you!” He shouted from the second floor before trotting away. 

[devils-wonderland]

Hello, hello, Devil!! I absolutely loved your scenarios for the "Pretending to be their Boyfriend" stuff (especially Azul's part). I thought your ideas were very interesting, and I was wondering if you'd be willing to do the same idea for Riddle and Lilia? Of course, you don't have to, but it'd be splendid if you did. Again, thanks for the great content. I hope you have an amazing day~

"Pretending To Be His S/O"

⛓Summary: Uncomfortable situations lead to NRC boys asking for your help. You wouldn't mind pretending to be their partner for a while, right?

⛓CW: GN!Reader, a little angst on Riddle's part, Lilia being a gamer.

⛓Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Lilia Vanrouge.

⛓Notes: Thank you for requesting, and enjoying the previous part! I hope you enjoy this one just as much.

⛓Riddle Rosehearts⛓

Riddle was filled with nerves, feelings indescribable inside of him. It turns out his mother had asked for a visit to the college, with news on her too. Yet again, is she disregarding everything her son has to say, and even worse, it's about his love life. Thankfully, she warned him about her visit, leading him to plan for her appearance.

She had suitress, and suitors picked out for him, but surely his own mother would understand if he had fallen in love with another, right? So the proper thing to do was ask you for help, as Riddle feels most comfortable around you, and very few others.

So now you're here, waiting in the garden, holding Riddle's shaky hands. "You alright?" You had to ask, the male nodded, hesitantly.

"I've went over what I wanted to say to her when she arrives, yes. Thank you for accompanying me today, y/n."

The thing is, Riddle's mother didn't want to hear anything he had to say, ignoring it completely. "Don't be silly, dear. I've picked carefully of who you want to be with-"

"I-I don't want to be with them..! Must you choose everything I do, can't I be happy?" Globs of tears fell down Riddle's cheeks, he couldn't keep himself composed whatsoever, not even around you.

"You're being selfish, we'll discuss this later." She wasted no time leaving her own son in agony. You couldn't believe this bullshit, Riddle wanted a fake partner? He was going to get one.

Leaving Riddle alone for a second, you marched to the magic mirror before his mother could leave, staring at her in disgust. "There will be no next time, he's made his decision."

"Excuse me?" The woman looked back at you, shocked by your words.

"You heard me the first time. You wonder why he doesn't open up to you more, huh? It's quite obvious, and if you're not willing to improve yourself for Riddle, you need to go kick rocks, you hag."

She couldn't get a word out, Crowley pushing her into the mirror before she could report this, or even complain to him about your behavior. You got one hell of a scolding, but it was worth it.

Meeting back with Riddle, you pulled him into a hug. You could feel his tears seep through your shirt. "How about we get some dessert? My treat, and you can choose whatever you want, maybe pick up a movie also." You comb your fingers through his red locks of hair.

"...I-I'd appreciate that." He sniffled, holding you tighter. Riddle couldn't thank you enough for being by his side right here now, and afterwards.

⛓Lilia Vanrouge⛓

It was a horrible time to walk by the light music club, really. Especially when Lilia took notice to you right away, catching you before you could walk away faster. "You seem to be avoiding me, y/n." Lilia smirks, already walking side by side with you.

"Because I know you're gonna rope me into some trouble, like that one other time-"

"Knee hee, well now that you bring it up, I do need help with something...you wouldn't mind, no? I'll reward you greatly." Lilia already hooked his arm onto yours, dragging you all the way to his dorm.

There was a certain problem bugging Lilia for a while, with his gaming life. A player had been doting on him for a while now, obsessive really, but he didn't want to ruin the friendship he currently had with them, especially when it had gotten him buddy points in one of his favorite games.

"So you want me to tell them that I'm dating you? That's all?" Lilia nodded, shoving his mic into you.

"I know how charming I may come off, but it is getting to be a tad bit weird. They're online now, so all you need to do is speak into this microphone." The small male logs himself in, you stare blankly at his username.

"CrimsonMuscle???"

"Fitting name if I do say so myself." No, you weren't going to comment any further. Grabbing the mic, you cleared your voice.

"Hey, PurpleCat14, I'm going to need you to stop hitting on my boyfriend, alright?" Lilia urged you to speak more, which made you roll your eyes. "Yeah, I know his name radiates 'Big Dick Energy', but I can assure you..." switching the mic off, Lilia pouted.

"You're no fun, teasing me like that." He leaned himself on top of you, basking in your tall figure. "But I did promise a reward for my hero, haven't I? How about you take me on a real date, y/n~?"

[justkeeptrekkin]

Sharing a bed for the first time and spooning / hugging. Nothing too explicit but a lot of affection and comfort. I have this headcanon but I can't find any good fic about this

“You know, I’ve heard that the best way to warm up is body heat.”

Hope you enjoy this prompt anon!

***

The neighbours have noticed. The whole street has lost its central heating, the entire place is freezing apart from Aziraphale’s bookshop, and the neighbours have noticed. They aren’t pleased. 

There are many cases in which Aziraphale has used his miracle abilities for selfish reasons, for his own comfort. There’s, of course, the whole situation with those nasty mafia type men wanting to buy his bookshop from him, who he’s… dealt with. There’s also all the customers he persuades not to buy any of the books, gently escorting them from the shop with an angelic smile till they find themselves outside, not knowing how they got there. 

Today, there’s the central heating. It’s very easy, really, to keep the whole shop warm. And he might have been able to fix it for the whole street, but Heaven still aren’t very happy with him about Armageddon and he doesn’t want to attract unnecessary attention. And, what with the neighbours noticing how toasty his shop is and complaining and causing a fuss, it doesn’t seem worth the trouble. 

So now, he’s lying in his bed, something he rarely uses- it also happens to have a duvet, which is helpful on this particular occasion- he’s wearing three jumpers, and he is still absolutely freezing. Lying in the foetal position beneath the sheets, he weighs up his options. 

As far as he sees it, he only has one. 

That is how, a twenty minute cab ride later, he finds himself at Crowley’s apartment building. After ringing the intercom, it takes a moment for anyone to answer. He dances a little jig on the spot, trying to keep warm, his breath pouring out of him in clouds of steam. 

Then:

“What is it?”

“It’s me- sorry to disturb you, I’m- good Lord, it’s so cold-”

“It’s all this post-not-apocalypse business, angel, it‘s messed with the weather,” Crowley says, without missing a beat. “Come on up.”

The door buzzes, Aziraphale pushes it open, and as soon as he steps inside, he’s amazed by the difference. It’s so warm. It’s the warmest he’s been in hours, and it’s making his skin tingle. The elevator journey up to Crowley’s floor is quick, and as soon as the doors slide open, Aziraphale sees him- leaning against the doorframe, waiting.

“Why didn’t you text me you were coming over,” he grumbles.

“I still don’t like it, Crowley.” Referring to the iPhone that Crowley’s fobbed off on him, which he’s encouraging Aziraphale to use and is failing to do so monumentally. “Every time I try and open up the message thing, it thinks I’m clicking on something called iTunes, and then it starts playing music without warning, and it’s just horrible.”

Crowley steps back to let Aziraphale through. “You’d get the hang of it if you tried. Problem with you, angel, ‘s you’re too stubborn.”

Aziraphale ignores him, as he often does when he’s being insulted like this. Crowley’s flat is deliciously warm, and Aziraphale shrugs off his coat with a contented sigh. 

“What brings you here this fine evening?” Crowley says in a jokingly formal tone. 

“Central heating is buggered,” Aziraphale says, hanging up his coat by the door. He pulls off his scarf, thus shimmying off his bow tie a little, and Crowley appears fascinated by the action. “And you know how hard it is to perform any miracles these days.”

Crowley growls. “I don’t understand-” his whole body slumps with exhaustion and infuriation, “-Why they still won’t leave us alone. Didn’t we scare them enough? Why do they still care? Their plan went to shit, so why? Why?”

“Who knows, dear,” Aziraphale gently drapes the scarf over the coat stand hook, turns to measure Crowley- who’s sloped off to sit at his desk sulkily. Aziraphale watches him from the corridor, continues, “Better not to dwell on these things.”

“Better than being melted with holy water. Or burned with Hellfire.”

“Well, quite.”

Crowley is draped over his chair. Aziraphale stands and lingers. His nose is still cold. Actually, despite it being toasty in here, he thinks it might take a while for his body to reacclimatise. Crowley casts his golden eyes over towards him, where he hangs awkwardly in the sparse room. 

“So you’re coming to mooch off me, are you?”

Aziraphale tuts. “No. I had rather thought that the offer was still open.”

“What offer?”He hesitates.

“The- well. The one you made in Tadfield. On the bench. Before we got the bus to London that was actually for Oxford.”

Something in Crowley’s expression shifts. And something in his shoulders, too- his whole body tenses a little. Like someone who’d been expecting a friend to walk into the room has suddenly found the Queen, asking if she can make herself at home. 

“Right. Yes, right. You- hang on.”

Crowley launches himself from his chair, snaps his fingers, conjures sofas. Not the Spartan, minimalist type either- no, these are soft and tartan and very much Aziraphale’s style. 

“Oh! Lovely. I’ve been telling you for months that you need a proper living room,” Aziraphale notes, rather pleased with how the place looks now. “See how much more homey it is?”

“Right,” Crowley replies, like he’s not really listening. “Um. So, you’re thinking of staying the night then?”

“Ah. Well, if you’d rather I didn’t-”

“Nope. S’fine. All fine, this is fine,” Crowley rushes. “This is fine. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuh- OK.”

And Aziraphale marvels at how suddenly flustered he is, spinning round in panicked circles before magicking blankets into existence, fetching a bottle of Rioja from his cupboards, turning side lights on and main lights off so the place looks warmer, less cave-like, and doing one thousand other things at once that makes Aziraphale soften. 

He’s already soft enough, but this is all too endearing for Aziraphale to handle. He’s always taken pleasure from Crowley fussing over him. Right now, the sight of him bustling about the living room- it lifts something inside of him. Something in his chest lifts like bubbles rising to the surface of a still lake.

“Crowley. Crowley,” he repeats, when the demon doesn’t hear him. After the second time, Aziraphale receives a startled expression, brows raised and mouth hanging open a little. Surprised by the interruption. “My dear, you don’t have to do all this. I’m perfectly happy just being here. With.”

With you, he thinks. With you. Just say it, Aziraphale, you coward.

He doesn’t. He closes his mouth, stares at Crowley’s slack expression, then at the wall directly behind him. 

“Thank you,” he eventually says. Adds a nervous smile. “For putting me up.”

“Don’t- don’t thank me, you don’t need to thank me, I offered, remember? Just…” Crowley hovers in the makeshift living room. His lips twist nervously, he stuffs his hands in his barely-there trouser pockets, kicks the sofa. “What is it that changed your mind?”

“How do you mean?”

“About staying over. You said. Back then, you said your side wouldn’t like it. Now?”

Aziraphale thinks about this. He looks above the cold apartment- warm physically, cold emotionally- and then at the sofas that have just been produced. Purely for Aziraphale’s comfort. 

“I’m comfortable with you,” he says quietly, too quietly.

“What?”

“I’m- it’s nothing.”

It’s not nothing. Aziraphale’s been chasing after comfort for his whole existence, never really finding it except for in the company of one person. The one person he’s not meant to want to be with. 

But-

“Well, even if you won’t accept my thank you, I’m offering it nonetheless,” Aziraphale ploughs on- Crowley frowns at him, but allows the change in subject. “So it’s there. If you want to accept it.”

After a pause, Crowley’s frown melts, and he shrugs. He collapses on the sofa. He puts on the telly.

“Alright, alright, don’t go on about it. Let’s see if there’s anything less depressing than the news on.”

***

It’s not that the sofa isn’t comfortable. It’s just that Aziraphale feels at a bit of a loose end. 

He’d confidently assured Crowley that he could leave Aziraphale to it and retire for the night. But without his books, and in such a sparse flat, he’s sitting here feeling a little bit of a lemon. 

He’s thought about sleeping. He tried, and it just didn’t seem like he’d drop off. He’s only just got the hang of this whole sleeping business anyway- he had a very successful nap after Armageddon, but it appears that he still needs practice. So, giving up, he’s resorted to looking out of the window and staring at the people down below, walking about Westminster in the cold. After a while even that gets a bit dull, so he sits on the sofa again and turns on the television, puts it on mute so as not to disturb Crowley. 

And, amazingly, he’s still cold. Not because the apartment itself is cold, but because his body is still acclimatising. He sighs. And he thinks, as he stares at the silent television, that he may need a bath to warm up properly.

The sound of the door bursting open makes him jump out of his skin. 

He turns around and looks at the door- it’s open, but no one’s there. “Crowley?”

“I can hear you sighing from all the way in here,” he calls out from his bedroom. “Just get in here.”

“Pardon?”

“You said you could entertain yourself, but you obviously can’t.”

Aziraphale stares about the living room, at a loss. Crowley’s acting as if there isn’t anything remotely intimate about him inviting Aziraphale into his room. Back on that bench in Tadfield, he’d been rather casual then too, offering to let him stay over. Aziraphale had been scandalised and tempted. He’s feeling similarly now. 

This time, though, he’s leaning towards tempted. 

And so, brushing himself off, straightening his cardigan uselessly, he stands up from the sofa and steps uncertainly into Crowley’s room. 

He’s under the covers, laptop leaning against his raised knees. The room is equally sparse, except from a huge piece of modern artwork that- for all that Aziraphale can tell- is simply a large canvas painted black with a little white blob on it. He tilts his head and stares at it for a while. 

“Planning on standing there all night?”

Aziraphale’s attention flits to Crowley. He’s sat there, peering at him over the edge of his laptop screen. Huge, yellow eyes. Watchful- and possibly a little bit guarded. He’s growing his hair out, too- it’s looking more like it did a couple of years ago, half tied up in a messy bun. 

“Sorry?”

“Just. Don’t think standing and watching me from the doorway is going to be much more entertaining than whatever you were doing next door. You. You could.” His word catch in his throat. “You could actually get in.”

“A-ah. Yes.” 

Aziraphale nods to himself, straightens his cardigan out again and walks purposefully towards the bed. When he gets there, he hesitates awkwardly- Crowley watching with wry amusement. He pulls the duvet back and covers himself, knees in the air. Back, uncomfortably, against the railing of the bed. 

“Well done, you managed,” Crowley drawls. 

“Stop it.”

“Just a bed, angel,” he adds, though the tone is too light.

“I don’t use them very often.”

“Yes, but, see, I was under the impression you still knew how they worked. Just then you looked like you’d forgotten the function of a duvet.”

Aziraphale shoots him a look, but Crowley’s doing something on his laptop. He seems pleased with himself.

Aziraphale straightens out his legs, wiggles his toes. 

“It is very warm in here,” Aziraphale admits. “I can see why you like napping so much.”

“Like being warm,” he mumbles, continuing to do something on his laptop that Aziraphale can’t understand. 

“What are you doing?”

Crowley sighs. “You’re so nosy.”

“No I’m- I beg your pardon. I thought you were meant to encourage curiosity, snake?”

He snorts. “I’m catching up on Love Island.”

“What’s Love Island?”

“You…” he wrinkles his nose. “You don’t want to know.”

“It sounds nice.”

“It’s- ha! It’s really not.”

“Oh. Is it one of yours?”

“Yep.”

“I see.”

Crowley looks at him. And there’s a strange expression on his face; strange in that it’s almost childlike. Wide eyed and vulnerable. 

“I can watch it later,” he says, lips barely moving.

“Oh- no, don’t let me stop you-”

“Nah. Nah, you know what, I’ll watch it tomorrow,” he announces too loudly, closes his laptop loudly, drops it on the floor loudly. “Let’s just sit. Sit and talk. When’s the last time we talked? Just sat and talked.”

“I believe we do that almost every day. And have done for a few millennia now.”

“Yeah, but.”

Not like this, Aziraphale thinks, though he’s too scared to acknowledge that thought. No, he ignores it stoically like a dog being offered medicine, wrapped up in ham. He eats around the pill. 

As it turns out, neither of them want to approach whatever direction that conversation was going. So they end up instead talking about nothing. Things that Aziraphale will forget about tomorrow, but are enjoyable in the moment. Eventually, he gives up on leaning against the railing and lies down, and then so does Crowley, until they’re laying side by side. It’s easy to imagine that they’re outside, on some grassy knoll, looking up at the stars. Or the clouds. Heaven. 

“I think I’m only just about warming up, now,” Aziraphale sighs, after an extensive conversation about glacier cherries and which side invented them.

“Only just?” Crowley asks, aghast. “I laid out all those sodding blankets for nothing?”

“No, no, you- you did wonderfully, dear.” Aziraphale doesn’t miss the way Crowley turns his head away and stares at the ceiling with a deep set frown. “I just don’t think my corporeal form is used to being cold for so long. If ever I was cold before, I’d just…”

Aziraphale snaps his fingers. Nothing happens, of course; he’s being careful these days. 

“Being human sounds rubbish, doesn’t it. Being cold all the time. Getting hungry. Doing exams and running out of phone battery.”

“It has its perks.”

“Yeah. Least we get to experience the good stuff.”

Aziraphale has been watching Crowley, lying on his back with his cheek pressed against the pillow. He’s been watching the way his hair is falling out of its loose ties, red curls around his face in tendrils. He also keeps finding little stray red hairs over his own cardigan; proof that this whole sharing-a-bed thing happened, in case he ever forgets (he never will). 

And he thinks of all the things that Crowley has done for him over the millennia. Everything, from the Bastille to books to apocalypses to offering a warm place to stay. He thinks of how much Crowley gives, despite never receiving; thinks of his trial in Hell, and all the cruelty that he’s experienced from the beginning; thinks about how, actually, he understands how that feels. To not be good (or bad) enough, to not be worth the attention, to be treated so coldly. Aziraphale thinks that he understands, in many ways, how Crowley feels- and he thinks of what he can give back, after everything Crowley has done. 

“You know, I’ve heard that the best way to warm up is body heat.”

It sounds ridiculous when he says it, not like him at all. But he knows that the only way he’ll be able to give Crowley a cuddle is by dressing it up. By making it seem like he’s asking for a favour, rather than giving Crowley what he deserves. Crowley will readily grant Aziraphale a favour, but will bear his fangs at the sight of a compliment. Aziraphale sees all the demon’s insecurities, and it’ll take every trick in the book to get past those defences.

Crowley’s head turns towards him. Eyes darting about his face. “Oh yeah?”

“Yes. So. If- that is, if you’re a willing participant, you could be that body.”

Crowley huffs a laugh. “An offer I can’t refuse.”

At first, it sounds like a joke. The mocking tone is there, but beneath it, there’s sincerity. It’s so genuine and affectionate and intimate- and that feeling returns in his chest, the happy-nervous bubbles rising to the surface. 

“Right,” Aziraphale breathes. Watching the indescribably soft expression on Crowley’s face. “Well, that’s decided then.”

“Suppose it is.”

Now he’s suggested it, though, Aziraphale’s not brave enough to move. Luckily for him, Crowley is. Crowley’s always the braver one of the two, even if he’s technically the bad one. 

And so Crowley lifts up an arm, a gesture for Aziraphale to lay his head on his chest. And he does, after a bit of shuffling. Crowley is bony and sharp, but there’s also an obvious landscape to him that makes it easy for Aziraphale to get comfortable- like a particularly chair shaped rock at the beach. Although it takes him a minute to find the right spot, and Crowley grumbles at him to stop moving and sort yourself out, angel. Eventually, though, they find themselves still. Cuddled up, Crowley’s arms around him The feeling of his chest rising and falling, breath tickling Aziraphale’s forehead. His smell. His hair, too close to be able to focus on properly- just a blur of red. 

Aziraphale can’t believe his luck. 

And at some point, he dozes off. They both do. Aziraphale knows this, because when he wakes up, he finds their roles reversed- they’re lying on their sides, and Crowley’s curled up beneath his chin. Their legs are tangled and so is Aziraphale’s heart. 

He simply lies there. He lies there and brings in Crowley close, holds him. Embraces him, offers him all the softness, all the attention that he deserves. Wraps him up in his arms like he belongs there.

[jinxthequeergirl]

Not the villain (pt.3)

Crowley x reader

Summary: in the weeks leading to your coronation you spend more time with crowley,Aziraphale catches wind of crowleys plan and Haster becomes more of an issue than either side would have guessed.

Warning: none

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"This here is my trusty steed Bentley. Who you've already had the pleaser of meeting him but not formally."

Crowley introduced you to the tall solid black horse and you marveled at him. "Wow he's really something isn't he?" you brought your hand up to his snout and stroked it softly allowing him to lean into it. "Oh you are a pretty boy aren't you? Yes you are!" Crowley stood back and admired you with a slightly tilted head and content grin.

In the weeks leading up to your official corrination which also happened to be your birthday. You spent more time with Crowley. You had some how managed to convince Aziraphale you didn't need him at every waking hour.

Then again it wasn't hard since he spent most of his time now making the most of his library. When you step inside to visit your friend you found it hard to spot the man for now books that used to sit on the rows and rows of selves now sat in large towering stacks.

Nedless to say he wasn't going to stop you from doing what you wanted and you wheren't going to drag him from What he wanted.

Crowley lifted you onto Bentley and took the rains leading the both of you onto town.

As the both of you went out to shop and perhaps get lunch. Aziraphale sat happily in his window seat, nose in a book and a spot of tea beside him.

"Aziraphale where is the queen?" he jumped splashing tea back on to him. "Oh gabriel!" he stood up placing the book down and looking up at Gabriel. "What a lovely surprise..."

"Yea yea where is she?"

"She's...out.."

"Out? Alone?"

Aziraphale nodded happily. "That's right she's not a child she can go where she pleases with out a guardian...plus people respect her no ones going to-"

"See that's where you are wrong Aziraphale.hell has apparently sent a demon to kill her! Now that she's out alone who knows what sort of trouble she's in!"

Aziraphale turned pale. "They sent a demon?...any idea who?"

Gabriel shrugged picking up a book from one of the shorter stacks. "I assume that Crowley fellow...they trust him with most things..." Aziraphale quickly ran to the doors. "I'm so sorry Gabriel I need to find y/n!"

And with that he quickly ran to the stables to gather his horse and head into town to find her.

You and Crowley had your arms stuffed with treats and goodies from the town market. "Crowley!" you placed the few items you had in your arms on a near by table and dragged him to the center of a group of dancing people in the town center. "What are you doing?"

"WE are going to dance!" you pulled him close to you and posisoned him. "Y/n I can't dance very well."

"Trust me neither can I." he arched a brow at you as you attempted to follow along with the groups movement. "Aren't you supposed to know how to dance?"

"I never payed attention to my dance lessons. My mom would tell me they where pointless since a queen has the choice to dance or not to dance."

He laughed as you spun yourself around. Crowley on some level very very deep down knew he was going to have to do something to kill you. But for the past few weeks he found that thought slipping away and instead of anticipating how to get rid of you he anticipated seeing and spending time with you.

And before you knew it he was following along with the dance fully. He lifted you up and spun you around before placing you back down.

You laughed gleefully as the dance finished and he dipped you. "I thought you wheren't very good at dancing."

"You've changed me."

You smiled looking into his eye's wondering what they looked like behind the glasses he wore. You reached up to snag them from his face.

Crowley lifted you up still holding you in his arms staring into your eyes before shutting his eye's bracing himself for you to take his glasses from his face. And just as your fingers brushed the rim something caught both there attention.

"Aziraphale!" they both said spotting the man riding in on his horse. "Come on!" you grabbed Crowley hand ready to run to Bentley but he had spotted you.

"Princess!" you winced and stoped to look at him still holding Crowleys hand in your.

The diffrance and only thing at the moment that put Crowley above Aziraphale Was the fact that Crowley didn't treat you like royalty he treated you as an equal or if he did he treated you like a queen.

Where as Aziraphale treated you like a delicate little princess who couldn't handle herself.

"Aziraphale? What a pleasent suprise! I didn't expect you to see you here." Crowley smirked at you. You had picked up on a lot of things from him.

"Y/n I thought I clearly instructed you to stay away from him!"

"Aziraphale for heavens sake please! He hasn't done a single thing to hurt me! He's not a bad person!"

"I don't think You have all the facts my lady." Crowley raised an eyebrow challenging his friend.

"And you do?"

Aziraphale averted his attention to you. "Y/n please take my horse back home I need to have a word with my old friend here."

"No absolutely not! Crowley is my friend too whatever you have to say to him you can say to me too."

You stood infront of him slightly and Crowley smiled at you and Your protective action but saw the serious look on Aziraphale.

"Ah you know what..." Crowley pulled you aside taking your free hand in his. "Why don't you take Bentley here back home give me a chance to talk to Aziraphale."

You opened your mouth to protest but he continued flashing a charming smile at you. "If you have Bentley you instantly give yourself no choice but to return him?" you smiled.

"Alright I'll go!"

"Fair well your majesty" he kissed your hand before you walked over to Bentley and departed for the castle.

"So what exactly was the plan? Get close enough to her so you build up trust? Then what poison? Maybe that's to simple for you."

"Now Angel I can explain!"

"Oh please do I'm dying with anticipation."

Crowley rolled his eye's and walked past Aziraphale stoping momentarily to see that he was following. Once Aziraphale turned to join his friend Crowley began to explain himself.

"It is true my job was to kill her so that chaos would fill the kingdom's...but...."

"But?"

He sighed. "Something happened and that first time I couldn't bring myself to do it...then she found me that night and I still couldn't...how can I?"

Aziraphale watched him talk with a raised eyebrow. "She's so good and pure! You can't just kill some one so perfect you know?"

Aziraphale stopped and smiled.

"Well Crowley I'll be damed!"

"Wait?"

"Well if I didn't know any better I'd say you've fallen in love with the princess!"

Crowley stoped and looked at his friend with his jaw almost to the floor. "I am anything but in love with y/n...I mean sure she's sweet, and her eyes! They hold so much in them!" he stopped and laughed as he went into a story about you. Aziraphale just stood there listening with a know it all expression waiting for him to realize.

Crowley did stop taking note of his friend and slowly let it sink in. "Oh no..."

Aziraphale laughed and pat him on the back. "Oh crowley..."

"I-i can't be...no I..am I?"

"I'm afraid so!"

That night Crowley returned to his castle. Still in awe about his discovery he flopped down onto his throne, took his glasses of and rubbed his face in distress.

He grabbed a goblet from almost thin air and prepared to drink from it when it began to speak. "Crowley!"

He sighed looking at the front of it. "Haster?"

"Is it done?" Crowley gulped. "Well you see I've devised a plan to get close to her so I can do it when shes most vulnerable..." Haster stared at him though the goblet. "Get.it.done."

Haster's vison of Crowley dwindled away and he turned from the mirror he used to contact him.

"Well?" another demon asked. "Is it true?"

Haster nodded. "It is."

"And?"

"We'll have to do it ourselves it seems"

Haster growled as he walked away. "How do you suppose we get rid of Crowley AND the Angel?"

Haster smirked. "Don't worry about that.

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