#I believe crowley secretly loves magic

[aziraphalecrowley-fell]

Crowley and I spent several hours at the coffee shop today.

As always, we were teased by Nina when we first arrived, with she and Crowley exchanging rather rude banter. I had a delightful scone with my tea and wonderful conversation with my partner until a woman with a child sat at the table beside us.

Some would believe that children would be fearful of Crowley, though quite the opposite is true.

The way Crowley lit up when the child waved to him was wonderful to behold. They interacted for a while, and then child looked shyly at me. Never one to attract the looks of devotion Crowley seems to garner from the younger humans, I was determined to make a favorable impression.

Crowley berated me for putting on a magic show, although I only pulled a coin from behind the child’s ear, much to their delight. For a brief moment, I believe I saw that same delight in Crowley’s smile, although he would surely deny that.

[dilatorywriting]

Heroes vs. Villains : The Staff

Platonic GN!Reader x NRC Staff vs. RSA Staff Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. NRC Staff Version (Part 1: Crewel and Crowley)

ie. Headmaster Crowley is a nightmare, and Professor Crewel is, well, cruel. And to be perfectly honest, after meeting another dog-loving professor who doesn't treat you like absolute garbage, the Royal Sword Academy is starting to look a lot more appealing.

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3] [PART 4]

‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me!’

Crowley had chirped that very sentiment to you ad nauseum, with all the enthusiasm of an old raven eyeing a shiny penny.

“Do you really believe that?” you sniffled, angry, as you sat slumped over in one of his rickety office chairs.

People at this stupid school were mean. And yeah, school yard insults and casual accusations of being the House Wardens’ little bitch were one thing—but these assholes would go right for the throat. All of your insecurities—your fears—all laid out like a nice spread of hors d'oeuvres ready for the picking. You had endured enough sharp barbs for a lifetime, and the fact that your glorious Headmaster and self-proclaimed parental figure kept writing it all off as a ‘learning experience’ was driving you mad.

“Of course I do, dear child!” he beamed. “What sort of educator would I be if I didn’t practice what I preach! Words are but the wind, as they say!”

You nodded, sage, and shot him a smile so sugary sweet it could rot the teeth right out of his skull.

“I wish I’d never met you and I hope that all your feathers fall off one by one,” you chirped. “And I use the ‘Number One Child’ mug you gave me to scoop water out of the toilets when the plumbing fails.”

Crowley’s mouth fell open with a nearly audible clunk, and if he weren’t so wrapped up in all kinds of immoral, black magic, bull-shittery, you would have liked to imagine that maybe that had been the sound of his heart cracking in his stupid, embroidery-covered, chest.  

You popped up from your chair and breezily made your way to the exit. You propped yourself up against the intricate, wooden, frame and clapped your hands together like a bubbly preschool teacher addressing a room full of particularly dull children.  

“I’m glad we could get that out in the open in a completely pain-free way. Words really can’t hurt anyone!”

You managed to slip the door closed just as he started to wail.

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That afternoon you made your way to Professor Crewel’s office, as had become your routine. It was nice. Sometimes you would help him grade papers, sometimes you would just nibble on fancy cookies and listen as he ranted about the incompetence of certain staff members which shall not be named.

Sometimes his dogs were with him in the afternoons—a pair of giant, lithe, wolf-like beasts that were most certainly of a very proud and expensive lineage. Jasper was the black one and Badun the white, and each had a coat so glossy and well-maintained that they could put your own hair care to shame. Badun was enthusiastic, charismatic, and would bound to greet anyone who entered. Jasper was more quiet, reserved, but he was secretly your favorite of the duo. Whenever you stopped in after classes, the shadowy hound would lumber over and rest his giant head in your lap.

“No puppies today?” you called when you were greeted with silence rather than a wave of happy kisses.

“They’re in for their groom,” Crewel mumbled, busy at work with his head bowed over some lab reports or other. Normally he would grouchily correct you that his two precious pooches were adults. Dogs. And should be addressed as such. He must have been really distracted today. Or maybe you were just wearing him down.

You settled into the lovely, plush, chair off to the side that you had long since claimed as your own, and set your bookbag on the floor by your feet with a thump.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence with nothing but the sound of scratching ink over paper to break up the monotony, Professor Crewel dropped his head into his hands with a miserable sort of sigh.

“You should not have spoken to Crowley as you did.”

You blinked, startled. “What?”

“I of all people understand how frustrating the Headmaster’s antics can be,” Crewel continued, firm. “But you are still a student of this Institution—and one in a precarious enough position as it is. So you need to be mindful of your tongue.”

Indignation roiled through your gut, followed by a sharp prick of disquiet that you couldn’t quite place.

“Then he should be mindful to treat me like a student and not some—some pet project,” you huffed, kicking irritably at your patched backpack for want of nothing else to do. “And besides, what’ll he even do? Expel the one person in this entire college who mops up every single one of his messes? And I mean, it’s not like he’s running around the school crying or anything. I wasn’t that mean.”

Crewel pinched the bridge of his nose and you paused, mouth parting in surprise.

“Oh come on, he did not.”

“In the name of preserving our esteemed leader’s dignity I will say no more on the matter,” he grit out, and you fought the urge to immediately whip out your phone to message Ace, and Cater, and every other rabid gossip you could think of.

“Well, maybe he deserved it,” you snipped, crossing your arms stubbornly across your chest. A bit of cautious warmth spread through you and you nervously plucked at one of the loose threads on your uniform sleeve. “And besides,” you mumbled. "He can cry about me calling him a shitty father all he wants. You’ve been way more of a dad to me here than he could ever try to be.”

“I beg your pardon.”

You froze, fingers locking in place around the picked-apart edges of your jacket. The ice in his voice was unfamiliar and entirely unpleasant. It sent a frigid wave of worry curling through your veins. Had you overstepped? You’d thought—You’d just thought—

“I-I mean,” you spluttered. “I only meant that, well… Uhm… You’re really nice to spend time with. A-And, I just…” He made you feel like you were home again. Like even though Ramshackle was empty and cold, that you could still walk into this little office and say ‘I’m back!’ to an actual, real-life person and not just the shadows that lived in your foyer.

“Let me be perfectly clear, Prefect,” he sneered. There was an undercurrent of hostility running so sharply through every word that you were left wondering frantically if you’d unintentionally trampled over a sensitive topic. You hadn’t thought it was a big deal. You just—you just really, really looked up to him. And felt safe with him. And—And—

‘I’m sorry,’ you wanted to say. But instead you just let out an odd kind of choked squeak.

“I have no intention of playing parent to anyone,” he snapped. “Let alone an untrained brat who can’t even be bothered to play civil with the people who do attempt to care for them.”

Ouch.

“R-Right,” you spluttered, swallowing around the burbling lump in your throat and the warmth prickling along your lash line. “O-Of course. I’m sorry for assuming. I—I… uhm…”

‘I’ll just go then.’

But just like with failed apology, those four little syllables just couldn’t seem to make it past your lips either. So instead you just shakily snatched your bag from the floor and bolted from his office, burrowing your stinging cheeks as far into your collar as they would go. The last thing you needed to do was give anyone at this stupid school any more ammunition against you. And ‘Cry Baby Prefect’ sounded like another nasty nickname that would stick to you like gum to a flat-heeled shoe.

It’s fine, you whispered to yourself, voice wobbling far more than you would have liked. Grim hated when you came back smelling like dogs anyways.

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“My goodness, are you alright?”

You blinked, harried, and glanced around yourself properly for what felt like the first time in hours. You were… not on campus anymore. Huh. What a trip. You’d never been so upset that you’d blindly run off into an entire new town before. But you supposed there was a first time for everything. You did remember feeling too nauseous to return to your little hovel for the evening, but you hadn’t really expected your frantic pacing to take you quite this far out of the way.

“Hello? Can you hear me?”

Oh. Someone was talking to you, weren’t they?

Standing in front of you was a tall, lanky, man in a tweed jacket. He was stooped down a bit to make eye contact with you, and those hazel eyes were creased with worry. His blonde hair was pushed half-off his forehead in a style that looked more haphazard than intentional, and the hand he was offering you was littered with splotches of ink. There were patches of white and black dog fur littered across his entire outfit like some horrible fashion statement, and the thought of puppies made your throat tighten up all over again.

“My name is Cliff Rogerson,” he said, steady and kind. “I’m one of the instructors at the Royal Sword Academy. Are you lost? Do you know how to get home from here?”

Do you know how to get home?

You laughed once, manic, and then promptly burst into tears.

“Oh, dear,” he sighed, his heavy brow furrowing low with concern, and patted you consolingly on the shoulder. “Oh, dear.”

You were herded into a nearby café and directed into one of the quiet, corner, booths. The lights were soft and fuzzy in here, and the pleasant warmth of fresh pastries brushed gingerly along your frayed nerves. Mister Rogerson pressed a steaming mug of hot chocolate into your hands, and placed a delicately wrapped muffin off to the side of it. It was a tempting offering, and you decided to unbury your head from your hands long enough to partake.

“So how did you end up out here, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m a student at Night Raven,” you mumbled into your cocoa.

You could tell he was doing his best not to look shocked, which was at least a dozen steps above the way the rest of your stupid school would just gawk at you in outright consternation.

“Forgive me,” he smiled, gentling his apprehension into something that was more polite curiosity that anything. “But you don’t really seem like one of their usual pupils.”

So you explained your situation—the Mirror, and the magiclessness, and the homelessness. You talked about your friends, and your new demon cat/evil baby, and how much you missed stupid things like good shower pressure and fuzzy socks. Mister Rogerson listened to all of it with an attentive sort of sympathy that you hadn’t seen since, well, probably since you were dropped face-first into a school full of burgeoning war criminals.  

“That sounds like a time and a half,” he said once you’d finally tired yourself out. “I’m sorry you’ve had to go through all that.”

You picked at your muffin. It was ridiculously fluffy and eating it felt like pulling bits and pieces out of a cloud. A very, very delicious cloud.

“Forgive me for saying so,” he hummed, pensive. “But your situation doesn’t sound particularly safe.”

You laughed. “That’s one word for it.”

Mister Rogerson frowned, another twitch of that uneasy worry playing across his face. He ruffled around in his jacket pocket for a moment and pulled out a neat, cream colored, business card.

“It may be overstepping of me to offer, but at the same time I do think as an educator it’s my duty to try and help every student that I can,” he smiled, kind. It crinkled the skin around his eyes. “The RSA is not overly far from Night Raven College. If you ever want to stop by—if you ever need an ear to listen, or just a space to get away from it all—my door will always be open to you.”

You took the little piece of paper carefully, like it was something precious. There were swirls of colorful music notes splattered across the backdrop of it—raucous bursts of neons that were as endearing as they were ugly.

‘Tacky,’ spat a too-familiar voice in the back of your head. ‘What sort of statement was this lowlife trying to make?‘ You could practically feel the phantom distaste emanating from wherever a certain two-toned professor had camped out for the evening.

Probably at home, you thought bitterly. Because he has a home, right? And you are not at all upset that you will never be welcomed into it. And that you will probably never get to cuddle his puppies ever again. Nope. Not at all.

You swallowed the little burst of unpleasantness that accompanied the train of thought, and pocketed the card with a smile.

“Thank you. I’ll definitely have to take you up on that.”

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Divus Crewel was many things, and unfortunately, being as cruel as his namesake was often one of them. He glanced back to the clock ticking on his wall for what was perhaps the dozenth time that hour. You hadn’t been by since his—ah—outburst a few weeks prior.

He had perhaps reacted a bit more unpleasantly than he normally would have. You’d just… caught him off guard was all. It was a bold declaration you’d made, and what? Had you really expected him to be overjoyed by the idea of forced parenthood? To swoon over the notion that someone had decided to latch onto him and his perfectly pressed suit like a leech despite the fact that he was so obviously thriving in his life of solitude?

And it wasn’t that he expected you to take his biting comments lying down. Oh no. You were fierce, and determined, and were most likely on your way here to bang down his door demanding recompenses for all your suffering. There was a tray of those too-expensive cookies you liked tucked away in his top drawer. Just in case you did show up and throw one of your tantrums, and he needed something quick to pacify you. That… That was all.

But each day that he waited for you to sneak back into his office was another spent in quiet solitude. Badun had taken to whining at the door and Jasper hardly got up from his bed at all—just tucked his black nose into his equally black paws and stared straight into Crewel’s soul. Like he was judging him.

He caught himself glancing at the clock again and forcibly turned back to his work.

This was ridiculous. You were ridiculous. And stubborn. And so, very, danger prone. Had something happened maybe? Was that why you’d disappeared—because you’d gotten caught up in some sort of trouble again?

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick—

He looked back at the clock.

Tick. Tick. Tick—

His office door flew open with a BANG and he swiveled in his chair, ready to chastise you for making such a ridiculous entrance. Instead, he ended up nearly nose-to-nose with a weeping Dire Crowley. The man wailed into his clawed hands, looking very much like he might accidentally stab himself in the eye all the while.

“HOW AM I SUCH A FAILURE OF A PARENT?!” he bawled. “WHAT COULD I HAVE DONE TO PREVENT THIS?!”

“What?” Crewel gaped, head spinning. “What’s happened?”

Crowley let out another inhuman squawk and shoved a piece of parchment into the alchemist’s crimson-gloved hands. It was torn at the top, likely from where it’d been pinned to something before the raving Headmaster had swiped it. Crewel read over the familiar script with narrowed eyes, something unpleasant twisting in his belly.

‘The Ramshackle Prefect kindly sends their regards, but unfortunately has other commitments for this evening. Please contact Professor Cliff Rogerson of the RSA music department in case of an emergency.’

“MY BABY LEFT ME!” Crowley sobbed, nearly inconsolable. “WHO’S GOING TO DO MY TAXES NOW?!”

The leather of Crewel’s gloves groaned in protest as his hands tightened into fists—his nails biting into his palm even through the sturdy material.  

“What do we even do?” the old crow lamented, sounding so genuinely crestfallen it was almost unnerving.

Jasper and Badun circled their master’s ankles wearily, eyes bright and lips twitching with nervous whines.

“I think,” Crewel grit out, the note crumpling between his fingers, “that it’s well past time that we have a chat with the Prefect about the importance of personal safety. And of the consequences of running off with strangers.”

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[doctorcrowleywho]

December 1.“What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?” (Aziraphale x reader)

25 Days of Ficmas - Day 1

“What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate?” (aziraphale x reader)

Word count - 1681

Warnings - None!

Pairing(s) - Aziraphale x gn! reader

Summary - A Christmas surprise turns into beautiful chaos

The magic of Christmas was in the air, and you loved every single bit of it. There was just something so wonderful about this time of year that made your heart sing. You were an absolute sucker for all things Christmas - the lights, the music, skating in the park, and being able to give presents to your loved ones. You loved it all, so when you found out your partner was a little more than just angelic you had to spoil him. 

But, the question was what do you do for someone who was there for the very first Christmas? Aziraphale was the personification of love in your opinion. Just being around him lifted your mood in ways you couldn’t even begin to explain. He was the sunrise peaking over the mountains after an endlessly dark night. Before you met him you didn’t exactly believe in angels, demons, and other supernatural entities. But, when you met him the nickname ‘angel’ slipped off your tongue easier than eggnog, it came as no surprise when he told you what he truly was. 

You got it in your head that he’d be utterly disappointed if you didn’t go all out. So, that was what you did, and you did it with fantastic style. The plan was to get Aziraphale out of his bookshop long enough to transform it into a Christmas wonderland. You even knew exactly who to recruit to get him out of the shop.

“Please Crowley all I need you to do is take him to the Ritz for the evening.” you pleaded with your demon friend over the phone. 

The fiery redhead sighed over dramatically running a slender hand over his face “And what exactly is in it for me?”

Demonic bastard you thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes “You’ll get to help in making your best friend happy?” biting your lip you hoped that would be enough.

 “Ngk” was all that you heard on the other end, and you knew what you had to do.

“And I’ll wash your Bentley for the next week,” you muttered earning a low grumbling laugh on the other end.

 “Deal,” he said and you could practically hear the grin on the other end.

With that, you were off to the races. You practically ran to the store to buy every kind of tinsel,garland, piece of fake snow, and twinkle light imaginable. As you passed people in the streets they could have sworn you were getting ready to decorate for an office party. But in reality, you had one amazing angel you desperately wanted to impress. 

When you arrived at the bookshop you glanced down at the huge shopping bags in your arms and realized how terribly obvious you’d be if you walked in and Aziraphale saw you. So, against any logic or reason, you decided the best thing to do was to secretly walk in through the back entrance. Trying your best to be as silent as possible shuffling in with the shopping hitting just about every piece of furniture in its path. 

“My dear are you home already?” Aziraphale's voice rang out like a wonderful Christmas bell which made your lips twitch up into a smile without even realizing it.    

Quickly, you shoved your bags behind a loveseat throwing your jacket over them for good measure. With that, you strolled into the kitchen acting as nonchalantly as you possibly could. “There weren’t a lot of people at the shop, surprisingly.” you shrugged hopping up on the counter right next to him. Sky blue eyes flicked up to yours quickly as he raised an eyebrow. Practically saying that he could sense something wasn’t quite right. That’s when it hit you that he’s an angel, he could probably tell when you were lying to him. 

oh fudge

You had to think of another lie and you had to think of one fast. Hopping off the counter you made your way over to the cupboards pretending to look for something-anything. “So, when is Crowley coming to pick you up my love?” You asked eyeing the container of hot chocolate. That’s when it came to you.

“Oh probably in the next couple of minutes…why?” he asked wrapping his strong arms around your waist as he gently rested his head on your shoulder. 

Good lord, if only you weren’t trying to get him out of the house. “My love do we have any more hot coco? I was hoping to make some while you’re gone.” you opened the lid to reveal that the container was in fact empty- and let me tell you, you thanked your lucky stars. 

“Oh I believe we’re out- it’s okay I can just-” he raised his fingers to snap and you quickly took his hand in yours. 

“What do you mean we’re out of hot chocolate??” you conveyed dramatically. 

“Well, that's alright I can just-”

“No no what are we going to do!!” 

“My dear don’t be silly I-”

HONK

Oh thank god you sighed to yourself, the wonderful sound of the Bentley sounding off right outside his bookshop. There was only a select few moments where you were ever thankful Crowley has interrupted you and Aziraphale, and this was one of them. Another one was that one time you accidentally dog-eared a book he leant you, and you’re pretty sure he still hasn’t completely forgiven you for your crime.

Thunderous footsteps could be heard from the entrance priding their way all the way into the kitchen. “Ah, I knew I would find you two in here,” there was a subtle pause as Crowley thought of his next words very careful “, putting buns in the oven.” with that he grinned proudly to himself.

Your mouth fell open as you slapped Crowley hard on the arm earning the hardest glare he could give you imaginable. The kind of glare that would turn the normal human to jelly, but normal humans haven’t done car pool karaoke to “Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy” with the demon.

“Oh we weren’t making buns my dear boy, that would spoil the dinner!” Azirapahlae innocently reasoned. You and Crowley shared a look one that could only be read as ‘if you ever tell him the truth I’ll discorporate you’

Tugging on his coat Aziraphale gave you a happy kiss on the cheek making you promise not to wait up if they happen to be out late. You could officially rest a little easier knowing he was none the wiser as you watched the bentley peel out into the streets of central London.

With that you got to work, running to his gramophone putting on your favorite Christmas record. Smiling happily to yourself you sang along as you strung silver and gold garland throughout the bookshelves (being very careful of the books of course). 

It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go

As the hours passed you allowed yourself to be caught up in the swirl of Christmas spirit. Now you understood why everyone in those Hallmark movies were so happy.  Everything was going better than you ever expected, you could practically see Aziraphales eyes light up as he walked through the door. All you ever wanted to do was make him as happy as he made you, and you would do anything to do it.

But the prettiest sight to see is the holly that will be

On your own front door

You sang along joyfully as you hung the wreath up on the shop door, the perfect finishing touch. Letting out a sigh of relief you took a step back leaning against the door. As you admired your work you couldn’t help, but feel a sense of pride well up in your chest. You somehow managed to make A.Z Fell and Co. bookshop look like a Christmas holiday card. 

Happy with your work you decided to put the kettle on for some tea. Your feet just reached the kitchen when you heard the door bell twinkle. Immediately your heart stopped and your eyes widened. Oh no.

Oh no

Oh no

He wasn’t supposed to see it, not like this….well too late now. “Darling I’m home! And I brought hot coco with extra marsh-” Aziraphale turned around after taking his coat off at the door and what he saw when he turned around nearly blew his mind.

This was more magical than any trick he could of ever learned from any magician. The rainbow Christmas lights tucked into the garland, which effortless decorated the shelf's sparkled like starlight. The tree was decorated with just about every beautiful ornament, light, tinsel, and garland strand he could think of. Somehow the more he looked the more he found, and without even realizing it tears welled up in his eyes. 

“Surprise!” you smiled finally stepping out of the kitchen recovering from your min-heart attack. 

“Y-you did all of this?” he stuttered out mystified not being able to take his eyes off of everything. 

Suddenly your heart sank, he didn’t like it did he? This was probably a slap in the face since he was an angel. Oh dear what were you thinking! “I’m sorry I can take it down if you want-”

“Absolutely not! It’s wonderful! This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me!” he interrupted practically tackling you in a hug. You let out a few breathy giggles of relief as he attacked your face in kisses. 

“So you don’t hate it?” You squeaked out as you buried your face in his neck. Gently, he place two fingers under your chin making you look up at him. Sky blue eyes twinkled back into yours. 

“How could I ever hate something created by the most wonderful being in the universe?” he whispered before placing his lips onto yours with a smile. 

“Merry Christmas angel.” you hummed placing another kiss to the tip of his nose.

“Merry Christmas my darling.” he replied back kissing your forehead as you two swayed back and forth to the soft music in the background. 

Sure, it's Christmas once more

[chocolatepot]

Starting 2.05 ...

Kind of apropos of nothing specific rn, but it does annoy me a bit that this season is rewriting Crowley's goodness - it really felt to me (in s1 and in the book) like while he'd never been that bad in the first place, he'd become nicer through proximity to Aziraphale just as Aziraphale had been made more cynical etc. through exposure to him. Both of them changing each other until they came closer to meeting in the middle. Now Crowley seems rather static and just acting on Aziraphale.

Bribing the music shop guy with a rare Doctor Who annual ... Does Aziraphale keep tabs on all his neighbors' tastes in case he needs to pull their levers or did he just assess the man in seconds and Know he'd go for that? Or is it a Lucifer-ish "I know what you secretly desire" talent?

Very noticeable to me that Nina always says "partner" and the magic shop guy says "spouse" - nothing wrong with that, but I wonder whether non-fannish people are picking up on it.

Heh, Tennant in a fez. I like a very subtle ref.

What's the point of showing Aziraphale inviting Mrs. Cheng when there is no conflict at all there? It's not funny and doesn't advance anything. Likewise the French cafe - this is long and not very funny.

I LOVE that Nina is the one who wants to talk about the Christmas lights. And I loved that Nina's convo with Crowley took things up from "random person thinks they're dating, haha" to "no, they actually appear to be dating to outsiders because the way they interact is Like That."

"Far too pure of heart to be anybody's bit on the side" - So on one level I love this because that's the dynamic!! Crowley thinking Aziraphale is simply too pure to do anything as tawdry as have a relationship just for sex (it's actually because he's aspec but never mind, not for now). On another level, I'm like, come on now, you know he's always being selfish, "pure of heart" is a bit much.

"Other people's love lives always seem so much more straightforward than our own!" Yeah, she said the theme of the season out loud.

"Smitten, I believe." Just me or does Aziraphale look for a moment like he knows exactly what he's saying there?

I would have liked more time spent on Nina actually dealing with her abusive partner, rather than just seeing her texts. Trying to assert herself or move past it. Could have done that with some of the wasted minisode time!

Like I said in my big wrapup post: very fanfictiony that Crowley actually addresses what Gabriel said to him as Aziraphale (because canons so often gloss over the stuff we want to dwell on, we want apologies and recriminations) but I like it. And I like that Jim!Gabriel is genuinely sorry that it happened, and that Crowley stops him from jumping out the window. The empty house analogy is cool.

The matchbox being from the Resurrectionist could have been hinted earlier, like we could have seen that they gave away matchboxes in that ep? Or did we and I just didn't notice?

The angels not being able to concentrate on Jim!Gabriel is well done. I still love Muriel so much. Pls pls pls bigger part for Muriel in s3.

"Everything else was taken." (Re cafe names.) Funny. Crowley and Nina's dynamic in that little conversation, Crowley convincing her to go to the meeting is not unlike the way he talks to Aziraphale when Aziraphale is being stubborn.

I love the slow transformation of the meeting into a ball, the costumes and set and dialogue and whatnot. JIM!GABRIEL'S SUIT OH MY GOD. "Tread a measure together."

The worldbuilding - "junior demons, practically the damned", do the damned eventually become demons?

Seamstress bit is a good callback to Discworld but TOO LONG. Should have skipped to the "description" after the first time she couldn't say "sex worker". Likewise the "Jim messes with his face and they think it's going to be a sex thing" gag.

Maggie is me, in that I inevitably end up asking other women to dance at reenactment balls because nobody asks me 🙃 Is kind of fucked up that Aziraphale is messing with everyone's head but I enjoy it so whatever. Not inherently more selfish than Crowley making it rain on them, I suppose.

Aziraphale making a move by pulling Crowley into the set 😭 It feels tricky continuity-wise in that he's kind of defined by NOT making moves, but ... it's cute.

"I'm hard work." "I'm not afraid of hard work." Oh, you mean not to me, not if it's you? (But it would have been nice to see how Nina is hard work, if she really is. Like with more screen time and plot events for her story ...)

The feathery coat is A+++. I like that the miracle to hide him backfires on them by making it impossible to let Jim come forward as Gabriel even when he wants to - good storytelling.

I do wonder about the intent of "You're a good lad." "Not either, but thank you." Supposed to mean "I'm not a young human, I'm an ageless demon" or supposed to be a marker of his genderqueerness?

[yantako]

Ohh! Ohh! I have an idea that would be heartbreaking but cool! (Hope you don't mind) Ehem! Yandere dormleaders with an MC who ended up snapping and going insane because of them (*Cough* Also because of the cat being killed by them in the other request) they started to discover this when MC laughing over the cat's death with tears on their eyes. At first they didn't mind it until they see them strangle a poor innocent student from their dorm until they ran out of breath and died. They're trying to gain power over them (Because that's what Yanderes do) but MC is laughs out off when they try to hurt them with their magic which is haunting. And their family members get involved (Scenario: MC having one of their hands on Cheka's neck subtly as a threat to Leona that if he does something to them, they'll strangle and kill the kid)

Sorry about the brainrot, I was just craving for Yandere content where the victim wins 😅

This ask is referring to this post.

Oh my, I appreciate you dropping this request, thank you so much~

Oh come on, don't worry about the brainrot~ we're all probably brainrotted here too 😉

I, too, love it when MC fights back. POWER THROUGH THE YANDERES. GET READY TO GET THEIR ASSES KICKED. It can't just be one sided, ohohohoho.

Okay but as we all see this in fiction, let's try not to take such extremes irl. Teehee ;)~☆

Also, I have to write these in parts! It's getting difficult for me to write now as I have and will be extremely busy in this month...

Yandere MC that Snaps after tolerating the Yanderes.

ft. Riddle, Leona

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Riddle Rosehearts

• He thinks he has you in his grasp but little did he know that you actually had some ulterior motives.

• The more rules he makes up, the more it drives you crazy. And, you knew exactly what is up when it kept applying to the separation of your cat. After all, you aren't naïve, stupid or gullible.

• The final straw was when Riddle killed the cat in front of you. He threw a tantrum when he found out that you had been secretly visiting it behind his back and this led to him getting eaten up by rage and jealousy.

• When he saw the tears seep out of your eyes, Riddle could feel a tinge of guilt crawl up in him. But, it was all for your good, right? He initially had wanted to comfort you until he saw the slight smile on your lips. He felt a chill down his spine, but he could not explain it. Why exactly were you smiling? Maybe, it is a coping mechanism...

• After maybe some time, he had thought you had finally understood him and had accepted him when you seemed so obedient around him.

• Then, he saw you strangling a poor dormmate with an aloof disposition. The struggling student seemed to be panicking, their magic trying to stop you from doing so but ended up being all over the place due to the pain they are feeling. Riddle immediately stops you from doing so by trying to pull your hands away. But, as you do not falter easily, he started to use his strong magic on you, trying to frighten you to stop. Instead of scaring you off, your grip tightens and the student fianlly stopped struggling and fell limp. That is when you let go.

• Riddle's face was one filled with horror and dread. He hadn't known that you were person with such capabilities. This is not something that he would have expected of you. Confused as he is, he could only mutter about the rules. And so, you replied that he had broken a rule. But, who knows what rule it was

• Of course, this made Riddle felt unsettled and started to keep a look out on you more. The previous incident was heavily covered up by Crowley himself and dubbed an accident. After all, who would believe that the kind and magicless student would strangle somebody to death?

However, as Riddle held a tighter leash on you, you showed no signs of doing anything as traumatising. He started to slowly believe that you had been momentarily possessed or controlled by someone else. After all, you're the person who helped him through his overblot and taught him to cherish himself!

• Everything was going well and smooth, as you still seem nice and obedient towards him, following his rules that he had made for you. Then, he decided that it would be great for you to meet his mother. And you followed him.

• What would catch him by surprise was that as his mother made you sleepover at his house, in the midst of the night, you carried a pillow and walked into her room.

• Riddle found you missing after awhile and tried to find you, locating you in his mother's room, pillow in hand in a ready stance.

• As he tried to stop you, he finally felt the regrets creeping up on him. He knew that his actions had consequences and he had created a monster worse than overblotting.

Leona Kingscholar

• The lion had finally had enough of it. He swiftly hunted his prey down and murdered it with a smile on his face, making sure that you spectate his grandiose hunt.

• As your eyes gazed towards it's limbs, Leona seemed to pick it up as a cue to dismantle them, further torturing you in the inside. What else can a magicless human like you do, right? The hopelessness you felt as you watched on slowly drove you to a path of insanity. And yet, the lion continues on, reveling in that crushed hopes of yours.

• Tears started to form as your vision blurs. However, your lips starts to creep up to a smile. Leona did perceive it as a surprise, seeing that you finally showed some form of emotions. Should he have felt happy about that? Now that is the true question he had to ask himself not just in the present, but also the future.

• One day, he caught you strangling a Savannaclaw student, but scoffed at the sight of it initially. What can a weak and magicless herbivore do? • That is well, until he sees the Savannaclaw student starts to foam from his mouth. Upon registering that the student is dying, Leona immediately used his fullest strength to pull you apart.

• When he confronts you about this situation in a serious manner, you adopted his typical smirk. Right back at him. And, of course, this pissed him off big time.

• Let's just say that the lion had some disciplining to do.

• After the disciplining, you had stayed low for a while. Well, at least enough for Leona to forget about the incident.

• One fine day, as Leona threatens you with the safety of your dearest friends, you walked towards Cheka and laid your hands around his shoulders. Cheka, being a naïve child, thought that you were giving him affection and had no second thoughts to your actions.

• However, from Leona's perspective, he could see your hand slowly creeping at Cheka's neck, which immediately reminds him of the strangulation incident. He started to growl and threatened you, a magicless human, by turning the accessories on your body all to sand.

• Without flinching, your face curved into a twisted smile as your hands gently wrapped around Cheka's neck. You knew exactly what you are doing.

• Leona has finally understood what it means to be fearful and is extremely torn on what to do. His entire body exuded alertness and he could feel his nerves going on full adrenaline.

• He could only think to himself, what exactly has he done?

[floral-poisons]

Hii! I just discovered ur blog and in in love. I really like ur take on the boys<3

Well, for my request... We know that each dorm has a series of things in common, aesthetic, qualities, tastes...

How would the boys react to a mc who is clearly a perfect fit for their dorm but belongs to ramshackle?

hi anon!! thank you so much for the love and i’m happy you enjoy my takes on the boys! i’ve had these thoughts festering in my brain for a while now so it’s exciting to see people enjoy my head canons as much as me. i think this is certainly an interesting request and one i’ve thought about before lmao. the format is different considering that i would assume you need a general consensus of letting mc transfer from ramshackle. i believe their reactions would be really similar but i’m going to touch upon personal details that fit the respective characters briefly.

DIASOMNIA

the entire dorm is really excited for you to come! after all, you were best suited for diasomnia. it was just that...well, the dark mirror said you didn’t have any magic. but you and grim were one student and grim had magic so that must mean the magic mirror could be able to read grim. sebek, while not usually willing to bend the rules, wants to prepare the entirety of the welcome party. lilia won’t let him do everything (the last time that happened it was a bit of a disaster) also because they still aren’t sure if crowley would let you transfer over. malleus is the one trying to convince you to transfer. despite how run down ramshackle is, it’s become akin to your home at this school and you were hesitant to leave. silver couldn’t wait for you to come though he was being dragged around by sebek to prepare for the party.

HEARTSLABYUL

riddle immediately hits the rule books when he realizes you’re the perfect match for heartslabyul. there were no rules with the queen of hearts so the only thing holding them back was the school rules. he’s drafting up a whole appeal and has trey look over it constantly. cater is also helping out with the drafts and trying to make the language more “appealable” but...well, let’s say a lot of his edits aren’t up to riddle’s standards. on the other end, ace is busy fighting with deuce over who can room with you and who will be your best friend when you enter heartslabyul.

POMEFIORE

you’re beautiful, you’re graceful, and you’re ambitious. everything necessary to belong to pomefiore. it was that magic mirror that caused you to be sorted into ramshackle. and vil’s not having it, not when there’s clear talent within you. he’s going to appeal and he even scents his letter like the extra man he is. rook’s on board for whatever you want to do. he would prefer you come join them at pomefiore since you are a good fit and even has ideas to fit you your own dorm uniform when you come. epel’s more laid back. at least you’re a genuine person in pomefiore since the dorm is filled with people who aren’t so genuine.

SAVANACLAW

even without magic, your competitive spirit is through the roof which is something befitting of savanaclaw. leona has you coming over and staying over often without appealing which is unbefitting in crowley’s eyes. ruggie’s going to be the one doing the appeal this time around to make sure you’re able to stay. there are other dorms who think you’re a better fit for them and certainly the spelldrive tournament scandal doesn’t help. but that doesn’t matter. jack is excited for you to come and he’s plotting out a welcome party as ruggie’s typing up the appeal.

OCTAVINELLE

azul’s got influence, clearly with the mostro lounge being an established business at nrc. he has no problem talking to dire crowley about letting you into octavinelle and he’ll do it secretly do. the man won’t tell you you’re being transferred. and then jade’s at your door with azul and they’re both got big smiles on their faces, saying, “ready to go?” floyd’s already dragged you to octavinelle and you basically live there since you visit so often.

SCARABIA

it’s already implied that the reason why kalim was in nrc is because of a bribe. so there’s a likely chance that a bribe will be used to drag you into the scarabia dorm. jamil doesn’t approve of the use of bibery and it was probably mentioned offhand during a visit back home from kalim that he would love for you to join scarabia. he’ll probably write the appeal instead and pitch in a good word for you to dire crowley.

IGNIHYDE

there’s not much idia could do other than bring up the idea of you transferring from ramshackle to ignihyde. he’s most definitely preparing to write a letter. and when it’s done, he sends ortho to dire crowley to see the appeal. ortho couldn’t be more excited for the idea of you transferring. in fact, you remember him begging for you to transfer when he recognized that you were such a perfect fit for ignihyde.

[nanamisflowerfield]

Could you do headcanons of the NRC staff looking after reader? (In a fatherly way 😁) Maybe even adopting them? (Unofficial or official is up to you ;3) Thank you!!

That is what we all wanted!❤️ And thank you for the request I hoped to get one day!! I hope that you like it and have a great day!~

🖤 Oh no, a troublesome student. Another one. But wait, it wasn’t just a normal troublesome student. It was his troublesome child. Sure, he never wanted to have a child, but when he got to know you better, the masked headmaster took you in and loves you like a father would love their child.

🖤 He promised you on your first day, that he will find a way to bring you back to your world… But maybe he won’t find a way… That’s not too bad, right? I mean… You still have him and he will take you in like a great father would do!

🖤 “- So… Yeah, I have a family.” Crowley listened to you, as he nodded with his head. “You mean two families. One in your world and the other one here.” He smiled sweetly at you, implying that the headmaster was your new family, only to get a confused expression. “Two???”

🖤 “(Y/N), please stop it, my child. I need to do this paperwork. Wait… Why are you staring at me?” – “D-Did you called me your child…?” Cue to him, getting a little bit flustered but nonetheless he nods with his head, patting you like you were a small little five-year old.

🖤 “Ace Trapolla. You are a bad influence for my child, so please step away from them. (Y/N), come over here. Wait- No! Don’t go! I’m your father!! Listen to me!” After you didn’t listen to the headmaster – as he was just talking and wasn’t truly your father, Crowley tried to find a way to adopt you and make it official, so you have to listen to him.

🐕 Crewel just has to protect you, no matter what. The only people who he would tolerate to be around his not-official-but-going-to-be-adopted-as-soon-as-possible-child, were maybe Vil and Rook. Why? Because they knew a lot about fashion, like your wonderful father.

🐕 “Why can’t I hang around with my friends?” – “They are troublesome. Maybe they will use a wrong spell and poof, you will be a cat… As you are not gifted of using magic, I advise you to stay by your father’s side.”

🐕 “Hey… Yeah, I need to whisper right now… Dad- Oh, I mean Professor Crewel is sleeping here and will only let me out of my room, when I finish my homework… Sorry, I will call you guys later.”

🐕 “Here are the adoption paper. You are my child now, (Y/N) Crewel.” He smiles at you just the same way, he would smile at sweet dogs.

🐕 Crewel would be a great father. The tall man would buy you plenty of clothes, accessories and more, just to see you smile at him happily!

🐈 “Am I allowed to date someone here?” Your nervous voice asked the father figure of yours as Trein’s fingertips stroked Lucius furr. “How many times do I have to tell you, that every student here is not good enough for you, child? No go and do your homework.”

🐈 Please, don’t sneak out or else Lucius might see you and tell it your father immediately! That won’t end up good. “Tell me why you were sneaking out at two in the morning? Don’t tell me that your troublesome friends wanted you to play another stupid prank?”

🐈 Trein will be super nice to you and even help you out, whenever you needed help with your lessons, especially with the history of the dark, twisted wonderland you were stuck in.

🐈 Secretly, Trein will thank Crowley of not finding a way to bring you back, or else he might lose another one dear to him, after his wife died.

🐈 After Trein sees you as his own child, Lucius started to think of you as a sibling and would you even pat him, which was super rare. “Wait, (Y/N)?! Are you patting professor Trein’s cat? What is going on?” – “(Y/N), my child, are they annoying you? Zigvolt, Spade, Howl, mind your own business and stay away from my child.”

💪🏼 “Come on! Faster, (Y/N)! You can do it! I believe in you!” Vargas tried to cheer for you, as you tried to run as many laps Jack currently did. This only resulted in you collapsing and Vargas patting your head.

💪🏼 “Don’t worry. You will get stronger. But at first, let’s go and eat some raw eggs! That will help you with your muscle training!” The PE teacher stood up, dragging you with him to who knows where.

💪🏼 He was a strict father, but still a nice one, who always wanted the best for you and your health.

💪🏼 Vargas even had a few discussions with the other staff members of NRC, because they thought that he might not be a good father figure to you, but you always assured them, that you loved Vargas the way he is and he will always stay a great dad.

💪🏼 “Dad… How many laps? I can’t feel my legs anymore….” You huffed and puffed out the words, trying your best not to stop or else, you might lose the rest of the strength that was left in your legs. “Just thirteen more! You can do it!” – “Maybe I should go and let the other ones adopt me…”

🔮 Oh my, oh my… Sam would be a funny father. He will show you plenty of weird wares he has in his shop.

🔮 You also get everything for free, after he adopted you!

🔮 “My Little Demon, how about this one spell? Do you want to learn about it? I could show you a few things.”

🔮 Sam will bring his friends from the other side over, so you might talk to them. They seem quite… strange, but you will get used to them soon.

🔮 His mysterious friends will keep an eye on you, so you will never get in danger, if Sam won’t be around. He just doesn’t want his child to get hurt.

[autisticandroids]

Oh patron saint of mpreg, tell us, what is the absolute gold standard canon divergent mpreg scenario with Cas and Dean?

so for me the gold standard is for cas to get pregnant due to some kind of magical or metaphysical situation that dean at least does not perceive as sex. bonus points is cas is hesitant about it but refuses to explain why (because he doesn't know how dean will deal with the concept of himself being able to potentially get cas pregnant), so dean is like "we're doing it anyway" and then they do it and then cas doesn't tell anyone that he is pregnant until circumstances force the information out of him. and then dean has to deal with the fact that 1) cas can get pregnant, 2) cas is pregnant, 3) it's his, and he does so pretty poorly.

the rest is under a cut because this post is over 2.5k words long.

my favorite times for this to happen are at the end of season nine, just before dean dies and gets demonized in do you believe in miracles, and at the start of season twelve, just before sam and dean go to jail, because the pining in both those scenarios is delicious but it is so much more powerful if cas is also pregnant, and never even told dean. double points if the truth somehow comes out while they're separated so when dean comes back it's like. yeah cas is pregnant. it's yours. welcome home dean now you have to coddle cas' emotions because he thought he would have to raise your baby alone.

the season twelve scenario is particularly delicious because 1) we can have lucifer slut shaming cas in front of crowley in rock never dies, so crowley knows before dean, and 2) much more importantly, mary is there, and i am obsessed with like. okay. several things.

- the idea of mary getting all baby fever because she misses her boys and this is like. a baby she can take care of because she never got to take care of sam

- the idea of dean working through some of his parentification trauma by coparenting a child with the parent whose place he felt he had to take

- the idea of mary coming in and projecting her insane 1980s gender roles all over cas, suddenly treating him like a woman, stripping him of agency, etc. and like. dean would also do this even though he's not from the eighties, but mary would do it double strength, and they would reinforce each other, it would be a nightmare

- also mary trying to relate to cas on the Travails Of Motherhood etc. and cas being like ?????????? like i cannot stress enough that the weird gender roles she projects onto cas are also standards that she held herself to back when she was a Wife And Mother. while cas is like mary i am not a human woman and also i don't see what "having to look pretty for my man when i'm all baby bloaty" has to do with anything. that's not something i feel like i have to do

oh and 3) could you imagine lily sunder has some regrets if cas was pregnant? unfathomable episode. like ishim and mirabel's reaction but ALSO lily's. and it would fix the number one issue i have with lily sunder, which is that the resolution of the moral dilemma is "well AKSHUALLY the kid was human and not a nephilim so killing it was bad" rather than "it was bad to kill lily's baby, full stop." like ishim's cover up and using the machinery of power to manipulate the truth is very compelling, but the fact that it results in the moral essentially being "it would have been okay if the kid had been a nephilim" suuuuuucks.

basically, there's a reason i have two entire mpreg aus set in season twelve.

and then the delicious part in the season nine version is like. one, dean is away for much longer and he could be anywhere. also he's a demon and he's cheating on cas with crowley. and then even when cas gets him back he's still cursed with the mark, so we can get all weepy over that. you know. i'm the one who's going to have to watch you murder the world and i'm eight months pregnant. etc etc.

but the other thing that's juicy about this version is that cas is still semi-involved with the other angels at this point, like he's roadtripping around with hannah and they're trying to get heaven under control, so carrying a nephil is going to really affect those relationships. so he's going to be probably disliked by the other angels, and there are MANY opportunities for slut-shaming, but at the same time, the other "outcast" type angels might respect him for violating heaven's dictates.

and then of course there's his grace vampirism victorian wasting disease. in canon he's perfectly happy to let himself die, but if he were having dean's baby he would absolutely not do that, that's dean's baby he's endangering there. so of course there's the terrible guilt of having to kill other angels so he can live, plus potentially preparing to die shortly after childbirth so he doesn't have to keep killing. delicious.

and on top of all this cas can get slutshamed by metatron in, depending on when exactly he gets knocked up, meta fiction, stairway to heaven, and do you believe in miracles. plus stairway to heaven would be insane like all the angels would know that cas is pregnant. they would see it in his grace. like cas' angel army would just. know that he was pregnant with a nephil, and have to accept that because he's their leader. in love with humanity indeed.

i'm trying to think of other good times for this drama with cas getting secretly pregnant through a nonsexual interaction to take place. it would be great in season six. like: he's doing a blasphemy with his body but at the same time he's this big important rebel leader so they can't say shit about him, and also he's pregnant while fighting these big important battles (fun and sexy), AND this is like, hot on the heels of the realization that something about his feelings for dean is untoward, expands beyond the bounds of ordinary friendship and camaraderie. like he realizes that, and maybe even that he has sexual feelings for dean, and then he gets immediately knocked up. stunning.

it would ALSO be extremely fun for it to be some kind of... i don't know, magical longer gestation times, whatever, but for cas to have gotten pregnant sometime in s5 and only realized during the Year Of Lisa. LOVE to watch a man rake leaves while both metaphorically carrying the taint of taboo sexual feelings for him and literally carrying his child.

but the thing about season six is, first of all, cas isn't really... envisioning a future with dean. not the way he does in the later seasons. like does he fantasize about a future with dean? yes. like. he really did watch that motherfucker rake leaves. but it's only fantasy. he expected to never speak to dean again after swan song until dean prayed to him in the third man. he's obsessed with dean, but it's distant. remote.

like, we talk about cas babytrapping dean in the later seasons with jack, and he absolutely does, and he would do it even more if dean got him literally pregnant, but that babytrap is about... how do i put this. it's about winning dean's affection. late seasons cas knows that he's going to die by dean's side. the difference that babytrapping dean makes is that maybe it will get dean to be nice to him in the mean time, instead of discarding him like so much toilet paper.

but season six cas doesn't think of it like that. if he were gonna babytrap dean, it would be in the more traditional sense of forcing dean to stay with him in order to raise their child together. and he would never do that. he wants dean to have a happy future, which in his mind does not include him. like, compare here "he's retired and he's to stay that way" in the man who would be king, where cas assumes that dean is happy without him and expects him to live out his days peacefully without ever seeing him again, to "i'm the one who's going to have to watch you murder the world" in the prisoner, where cas assumes that he will be by dean's side for centuries.

but anyway, the other, much more important problem with season six is that cas has a war to fight. like, in the later seasons, cas really has nothing. even when he's on tenuous good terms with the angels, he doesn't really have a home with them. the winchesters are his family, and he'd give up anything for them. he has nothing in his life. he's at rock bottom, and this becomes truer the further along you go. late seasons cas has nothing he would prioritize over serving the winchesters, and he would be happy dropping anything he was involved in to have and raise dean's baby. parenting would give him a purpose that he no longer has, because everything else has been stripped from him.

but in season six cas has a life outside of them. like yes, he has a war to fight, but he also has a place in heaven, with the other angels. he belongs somewhere, he has solid connections to the outside world. even if he didn't have a war to fight, i don't know how excited he would be to have and raise a baby (even dean's baby) because he simply has other things he could be doing. he's involved in the world beyond the winchesters.

like, the reason cas wants to be a parent is that he is totally alone and totally purposeless. having a child gives him both a reason for being and someone who will always love him and who he can care for. if he doesn't have that hole in his life he might not be so eager to fill it with a baby.

for all these reasons, this plotline really doesn't work in season six, because you simply cannot justify cas not getting an abortion, unless you do something nasty like make angel abortion impossible, which i don't love.

you COULD somehow put the impregnation just at the end of season six, maybe just before the man who would be king, such that cas doesn't realize he's pregnant until he's already godstiel. you guys are unfortunately very aware of how obsessed i am with pregnant godstiel.

actually, @jeanne-de-valois has a concept of like. a single, madness fueled midnight hookup immediately pre-tmwwbk (or maybe even during, but prior to the superman mistake), where cas is simultaneously so stressed from being stretched so thin from the war and the lying and the shady dealings, and so high on being The Big Man In Heaven, that he's bold and out of his mind enough to actually come onto dean, like he just appears one night in dean's bedroom and is like, fuck me, and dean is like 👁👄👁 okay. so they have one single adrenaline and madness fueled hookup, and then everything immediately goes to shit.

and i think that's a great place for cas to get pregnant, and then he doesn't realize until he's become god, or maybe he does and he's just like "i'll deal with it later," either way godstiel is like oh? i carry dean's heir inside me? i will have dean's baby. i will have dean's baby it is my right and also my boon to him and also a symbol of my great and magnanimous love for humanity. and also maybe i will put giant paintings of myself pregnant with his child up in churches. what about that. which would be fun. don't know when he would give birth though. actually it would be insane if he gave birth as emmanuel and was just like. raising dean's nephil when dean found him again. nuts. but it just doesn't really have the same flavor as late seasons mpreg. doesn't compel me nearly as much. like the symbolism of godstiel being pregnant with dean's child is fun and sexy but them actually raising the kid afterwards doesn't compel me nearly as much, so it's better to leave literal mpreg to the later seasons and let godstiel mpreg reside in symbolism and fantasy.

or maybe the fetus gets stolen by the leviathans when cas walks into the lake and dean has to battle his leviathanated nephil daughter as the main villain of s7. like she's dick roman's secret weapon. i think that would be fun, actually. kind of an emma situation but drawn out over the whole season. and he thinks cas is dead for most of it so she's all he's got left of cas and a mess cas left for him to clean up. big sexy.

and as a bonus, i will also tell you the best time, imo, for dean to get pregnant: near the end of season eight. possibly a single, tragic farewell fuck in sacrifice when cas is planning to lock himself away in heaven and they're never gonna see each other again. and this impregnates dean with cas' nephil.

but then cas is human. and he can't do anything about it. like generally if they managed to get dean pregnant somehow, cas would immediately talk him into an abortion (which wouldn't be too hard; dean's natural white midwestern man who doesn't vote aversion to abortion would be at war with the horror of being pregnant, and the horror would win), or might not even inform dean that he's pregnant, and just quietly end the pregnancy without dean's knowledge, because cas would never put dean through that. but if cas is human, he can't do that. and furthermore, that nephil is the last evidence of his angelic nature that persists. it's the last of what he used to be, the last of his grace. and there's something absolutely delectable about that.

then of course dean would have to leave the bunker if he was pregnant with a nephil, because angels would be after him, and he wouldn't want to lead them to gadreel, so i am imagining dean discovering that he's pregnant and then showing up in a panic at the gas n sip like "actually cas i'm also out of the bunker will you go on the run with me?" and then they go on the run and have to live in motels again and cas gets to live with take care of dean who is pregnant with his child which is essentially his dream, and he doesn't have to feel guilty because he's no longer capable of giving dean an abortion so he doesn't feel obligated to get him to have one. ideally cas gets re-angeled just in time to give dean an angelic c-section. or maybe they rely on a normal human c-section in a hospital and cas stays human and they are two humans raising their nephil, which is also fun to me.

[slowpoke-fics]

Hidden Hunter

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Summary: Crowley is your best friend, has been for years and taught you a lot of what you know. However, you aren't associated with the boys.

Warnings: mention of injury and stitches, slow burn, hint at death, I could be missing some, I am not perfect please read at your own risk

A/N: I loved this fic, I hope you guys do too! Oh! And a favor I ask of you. The more I write the more I worry about warnings. If you ever see anything I write not have a warning it should, please tell me.

You pulled into your motel, harshly parking your car and storming into your room. Muttering to yourself as you slid your shirt off, door barely slamming shut, "Stupid motherfuckers couldn't just listen. Couldn't just-" you let out a guttural scream, "I tried. I tried." You shook your head, unbuttoning your pants as you heard Crowley behind you, "Hello, Mouse." You slipped your pants off, turning to look at Crowley, not missing the way his eyes studied the curves of your body. "Hey, Crowley."

Crowley took in your ragged and bloody appearance. Dried blood scattered throughout your hair, on your arms, tiny nicks and cuts over your body with a nasty gash on your torso. Crowley's eyebrows raised and he spoke as you went into the bathroom turning on the shower, "I guess they didn't take the deal?" You poked your head out of the bathroom, glaring at him, "No, they didn't captain obvious." Crowley laughed, sitting on the bed as you took a quick shower.

You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to get the blood out without stretching too far so you didn't irritate the gash on your stomach. You stepped out of the shower, washing all of the grime off of you made you feel a little better. "I hate hunting," you muttered to Crowley as you walked out of the bathroom, hair draped over your neck and a towel wrapped tightly around you. "Would you please get me a pair of shorts, a tank top and a pair of underwear out of my bag?" Crowley smiled at you, already on his way to your bag, "Of course, love."

You stood there looking at Crowley as he ruffled through your bag. His suit clinging to all the right spots, curling around his biceps, tight around his thighs, unfortunately his ass covered by the length of his jacket, shoes nicely completing his look.

You'd met Crowley a few years back, when he was a lowly cross roads demon. You went to make a deal, planning to exchange your soul for the ability to track supernatural creatures so you could save them. Crowley took an interest in why you wanted to do such things. Realizing that you were a hunter that wanted to stop the deaths before they happen was important to you. Stop the needless death of humans and monsters alike.

You'd become close to him, allowing him to teach you the ways of the natural witch. After about a year you had learned enough that Crowley needed to come up with some other reason to stick around. So he started to offer his help with no strings attached as he took a liking to his little mouse. The hunter who only hunted those who hunt.

Crowley handed you the clothing, politely turning around before you dropped your towel. You slid your underwear on, groaning as you did so, causing Crowley too start to turn around. He stopped himself, asking permission first, "Let me help, yeah mouse?" You giggled, covering your boobs and huffing, "Yeah okay."

Crowley turned around, helping you step into the shorts and pulling them up, he handed you the towel to properly cover yourself on his way up. What a gentleman, you thought as he went over to your bag, digging out the emergency kit. "Lay, you need stitches," Crowley pointed to bed. You grumbled, he knew you didn't like stitches, "It's not even that bad, it's fine." Crowley glared at you, "Love, if you don't stitch that it's gonna take months to heal and likely get infected."

You laughed, laying down, "I could always just use a spell." Crowley shook his head, his playfulness with his best friend suddenly gone, "We've discussed that Y/n, it's not the kind of magic you want too mess around with." You put his hand on his arm, as he wet the rag he had with alcohol, in an attempt to comfort him, "I was just kidding, I know."

Crowley started cleaning the gash, making sure that you had gotten all the debris out. You hissed at him, you could see how curious he was, but you'd made a rule that he doesn't press hard unless it's bad. "So," you croaked out as he started stitching you, "what'd you do today?" Crowley smiled at you, secretly bashing you because if you'd just listen to him and find partners it wouldn't be like this.

"Well, I saw moose and squirrel-" You lifted your head, excited, "Sam and Dean?" He nodded, "Yes the royal pains in my ass. They were having trouble tracking some witch-" You giggled, "I could've helped them instead." Crowley tries to hide his genuine concern by joking, "Oh no doll, I don't think we'll be doing that." You furrowed your brows, "I still think we'd make a good team."

"Mouse, I don't ask for much," Crowley sighed, "if you want partners, I can find plenty of hunters that are not Winchesters." Crowley put gauze over your stitches, carefully pressing tape to hold them in place. You sat up, Crowley turning around to let you slip your tank top on, "Decent," he turned back around, "what is your problem? I never like other people enough to let them join me, but when I hear about someone you say no?"

Crowley sighed, "They're dangerous people, Y/n. I've told you I don't want you near them." You stared at him, "I just don't understand, you always tell me they're dangerous and I can't go near them but nothing else!" You stood up, starting to pace. "They're-huff-" Crowley looked away from you, closing his eyes tightly as they flashed with anger, "they'll do nothing but destroy you." With that Crowley was gone. You were used to your arguments ending like that, even your conversations. He would get called away and come back when he wasn't busy and that was fine, but you were going to look into the Winchesters while you had the chance.

You pulled out a map of the United States, channeling through your pendulum Crowley had hand made for you. You smiled, looking at the chain on one end a sharp pointed crystal rested, on the there a tiny little metal mouse, identifying it as yours, the only one on the planet like it. You took a deep breath, circling the crystal over the map focusing your energy on the image of the Winchester brothers. After a few minutes of scrying and finding nothing you decided to leave it for now, starting to pack up your things you began thinking about what was so bad about the Winchester brothers. Why did Crowley want you to stay away?

You didn't really know much about them aside from the little Crowley'd told you because you didn't really associate with other hunters. At the end of the day, you hated most of them. Hunters in general were crass, and you hated that. You are a ray of sunshine trying to preserve life and most hunters see something not human and kill it. That didn't sit right with you.

You thought about the things you did know about the brothers. They had been in this life their whole life. Had lost both parents, almost ended the world a couples times, saved it just as much if not more. Only really had each other, but Crowley had mentioned an angel on their shoulder-Castiel I believe? What did you even know about him?

"I don't believe I know you?" Your entire body went cold, turning as fast as you can to aim a gun in between his eyes. "That will do little damage to me," he spoke flatly. "I beg to differ, these here special made bullets to put your ass in back in hell, so tell me? What're you doing here?" The man is staring at you, confusion in his brows, arms by the edges of his trench coat, pants and shirt tidy, but not perfect, "I am Castiel, an angel of the lord. You called to me." Before you could even think of a response, Crowley was standing next to you. Eyes holding fear, not ager, he speaks lowly, a whisper under his breath.

"What have you done little mouse?"

You lowered your gun, not sure if it was because it wouldn't do damage or because you felt safe with Crowley there. "I didn't call to anybody," you stare at Castiel, eyes boring into his as he speaks. "I beg to differ, I felt you, heard you, you seem to also need dealings with the Winchesters?" He looked to Crowley who he'd just seen not hours ago, "I am slightly concerned with Crowley being here." Crowley scoffed, "I haven't tried anything on the musketeers in years, I've been nothing but a friend and Y/n here was too curious for her own good." He growled out the end looking directly towards you, causing a rush guilt for going behind Crowleys back.

"I didn't mean to take you away from the Winchesters-" "You did not. I am a man of many abilities, helping people is one of them. At least allow me to heal you." You backed away as he stepped forward, "I am not going to hurt you." Crowley put his hand on your arm, trying to reassure you, "Well do it then Feathers, but uh-" Castiel healed you, you felt warmth, pain dissolving from your body, "can we keep her to ourselves?" Your eyes raised at Crowley, appalled by his gumption to hide you.

"Excuse me?" You jerked away from Crowley, Castiel raising his eyebrows at you. "Is that what you would like Y/n?" You looked at Crowley, his face a mix of anger and concern. "Can we? I promise I won't bother you." Castiel smiles at you, secretly reading you, "You wouldn't be a bother but I understand. I am happy to have healed you." Castiel was gone, Crowley already starting to pick your bags up. "We're gone now mouse."

He grabbed you, whisking you away. You looked around, taking in the room you were standing in. It was clearly an apartment, a nicer than you'd ever known anyone to have. You looked around, a sleek kitchen area, the bathroom door opened from the living room, the couch took up most of the living room, a nice coffee table in front of it but pressed to the wall.

"Crowley where are we?" He was glaring at you, a sour look on his face, "A safe house, I hoped we'd never have to use it." You shook your head, "Okay, but where? What about my car?" He shuffled on his feet, "In a few days when I know Castiel didn't spill the beans about you I will take you back to it." Crowley chuckled a little, but not answering as he reached out your bags for you to take. You huffed, taking your bags from him, and then he disappeared.

You walked over to the refrigerator, to your surprise it was stocked. Demons don't need to eat, you thought to yourself, a little confused and trying to figure out where you were, you moved to the window. You looked out and you couldn't have been but three stories up, but no markers as to your city or state. The bathroom was also stocked shampoo, conditioner, soap, toilet paper, toothbrush and toothpaste?

Crowley reappeared, holding the rest of your things and your gun. You took it from him, anger over your features. "Crowley, are we in someone's apartment right now? You know how I feel about how you taking over peoples lives!" Crowley scoffed at you, "You know I respect you too much to violate your beliefs like that!" You rolled your eyes, tucking your gun behind your waistband, "Then who's apartment is this?"

Crowley made his was over to the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of liquor he conveniently knew where to find, "Technically yours. Like I said it's a safe house." You tapped the counter, letting him know you wanted a glass as you sat down, "Gonna have to do better than that." He poured your glass first, shrugging he started, "I pay for it, it's under a fake name, it's warded so you can't be found, do we need to get into logistics?" You downed your glass, picking up the bottle and filling up again, "You brought me here after I met Castiel, that's not exactly safe house worthy." Crowley shook his head, sipping on his own glass, "Yes it is cricket, yet it is." Your blood started to boil, you stood from your chair, seething with anger, you spit, "Crowley, if you don't stop acting like-"

"Like what? Like someone who wants to keep you alive?" You flinched at Crowleys words, waiting for him to continue, "Everyone that they're around dies, Y/n, dies. Hunter funeral, pile of ash, dies. Everyone but them; they will destroy you." You scoffed, "I'm pretty good at keeping myself alive thank you." He raises his eyebrows, smirking a bit, "Do you forget how we met mouse?" Your eyes connected with his, glaring, still seething with anger, "I was desperate not dead, there's a difference. Crowley, they can't be doing more damage than me hunting on my own. Maybe I could be a voice of reason-" Crowley slammed his glass down, grabbing the counter with both hands, "No! I don't know why you even want to know them!"

You studied Crowley, jealousy now seeping from him. Then it clicked. It clicked that you two were a bunch of shy kids. Bouncing around each other like you were fifteen for years now. Each thinking the other was uninterested, each thinking that you didn't deserve one another. Crowley rightfully so for a while, the things he did outside of you could be classified as horrendous, but your ray of sunshine had spread to him. Bringing out all of the good parts that once was Fergus Roderick MacLeod, reminding him of who he could be. You reminded him how to love, how to hold someone higher than yourself. Reminded him of what it's like to protect someone other than yourself, to need to.

"Crowley," you walked around the table and placed your hand on his, "please just tell me what's going on." Crowley didn't hesitate, he turned to you pressing his lips into yours. It took you a second to realize what was happening, and then you melted. You moved your arms around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss, his stubble tickling you. Crowley tangled his fingers in your hair, taking a deep breath as he readjusted to meet your lips, tongue skirting your bottom lip before nibbling on it. You gasped at the action, the sound taking Crowley by surprise as he continued to glide across your lips, not missing the warm blush on your face.

Crowley was first to pull away, sliding his hand out of your hair and tucking it behind your ear, resting his hand there, he whispered, "I can't lose you." You planted a chaste kiss on his lips, smiling at him reassuringly, "You won't." He softened a little bit, sighing heavily before returning his lips to yours. Soft and gentle, savoring the moment as he tugged you closer to him with his arm around your waist. You pulled just an inch away, Crowleys eyes opening and making contact with yours, "Does this mean I get to meet the Winchesters?" Crowley growled at you, quickly lifting you by your thighs causing your to wrap your legs around him, "Absolutely not."

[sitp-recs]

Hi! I was wondering if you have drarry recs where one teaches the other about sex? Like guiding them trough it or teaching them how to use toys or something? Thank you!

Hi anon! I personally love these, hope you enjoy:

Once Bitten by Frayach (2012, E, 5.6k)

Harry likes to bite and fortunately Draco likes to be bitten.

Slip Into My Lover's Hands by @lqtraintracks (2015, E, 6k)

Draco licks his lips. He shuts his eyes, because he doesn't think he can look at Potter when he says it. When he asks for it. "One finger?"

The Eighth Tale by @letteredlettered (2012, E, 12k)

Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear.

When You Kiss Me (What A Lovely Way To Burn) by Femme (2018, E, 22k)

A drag fairytale of New York in which Draco wears red lipstick and Potter can’t get enough.

Waiting By An Open Door by Femme and noeon (2017, E, 29k)

Draco starts following Potterwatch secretly during the War. He wishes Potter would come save him too. But that sort of thing only happens in fairy tales, and Malfoys don't get fairy tale endings, do they?

Embers by @shiftylinguini (2017, E, 41k)

Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion.

Ligabus Filium by Tessa Crowley (2017, E, 41k)

It should be careful, deliberate, but it isn't. Like every other part of their relationship, it happens gradually and then all at once, before they even realize it. And when the little blue threads bind them together, there's no going back.

The Beauty of Thestrals and Other Unseen Things by @writcraft (2019, E, 63k)

Harry has terrific friends, an amazing girlfriend and his job as Head Auror enables him to work on challenging cases and Ministry reform. He just wishes he could work out why he’s been so out of sorts.

Any Instrument by @dictacontrion (2015, E, 131k)

Draco Malfoy wouldn't go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can't control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (2018, E, 234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well.

[pomefiwhore]

Danganronpa Girls in Twisted Wonderland

yeah, it's me again with another idea that suddenly popped up in my mind. it won't have all the girls from all the games though! In case you guys like my sort of crossover, I can do a second part!

note: this post only have headcanons.

Tenko Chabashira - DRV3

How she would react being in NRC?

Honestly this would be a true nightmare for her. Like- being stuck in a school full of degenarate males? Outrageous!

When she first saw Crowley pretty much she knocked him out on the floor. ''W-Who are you?! Where is my master?! Where and why am I here you stupid male?!''

She definitely would kick the ass of pretty much most of the dorm leader and the other characters in general.

And the idiot trio would have to desperately stop Tenko to try using her Aikido skills to stop an Overblot. ''I'm pretty sure you won't be able to win against someone who uses MAGIC with your FISTS Tenko!''

Would scold de idiot trio 24/7

It would at least take 2 episodes for she slowly starts to warming up with the boys (a.k.a mostly Jack and Deuce and after being wary at first, Epel too)

Dorm Leader that would get along the best with her?

Good question buddy, good question

I feel she would get along the best not with a dorm leader, but perhaps with the 1 years like Jack and Epel

Epel definitely would ask Tenko to be strong like her/practice with her. And Jack would join too because he admires her determination.

And most dorm leaders would try to avoid her as much as possible.

Angie Yonaga - DRV3

How she would react being in NRC?

Oh great! Another place to start a cult spread Atua's word!

She would be pretty chill most of the time and would try to convert as many people as possible in Atua's religion.

It won't take a while for her be seeing as a wise figure or something, after all no one can prove otherwise that she isn't talking directly to Atua.

I'm pretty sure Deuce, Kalim, Rook and Sebek would join her cult.

And maybe Riddle if she uses her almost unhuman ability to touch someone's weak point.

I feel like that after stoping an Overblot, she would try to reassuring them that ''Atua has saved us once again! Praise be to our handsome God! Nya-hahahaha!" (even If actually the reason they stopped the Overblot was because the boys beat the shit out of the overblotted one)

Dorm Leader that would get along the best with her?

I believe Kalim. He is pretty naive and probably would listen and believe to everything Angie has to say

Depending on how she manipulates Kalim, Jamil would love or completely hate her.

Hiyoko Saionji - DR2

How she would react being in NRC?

She would straight up start whining and demanding to return back home. ''I don't want to stay at a school full of ugly idiots!''

Boy, she would be such a pain the ass for most of the characters. I even ask myself if she would make it out alive due to her heavy teasing and bully behavior

Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully, Idia's bully-

Jack probably would be her personal bodyguard because of her size (even if she at the start yelled at him), and pretty much Hiyoko would take advantage of that and start crying if someone annoys her

Pretty much as Tenko, it will take quite a while until she warms up to the boys.

Dorm Leader that would get along the best with her?

Believe it or not, but I think Leona. It would be an endless teasing war and as much the lion got pissed off of her behavior, he truly respects her. Mostly because she isn't afraid of face anyone who dares to mess with her. Hiyoko has guts and he simply adores that.

Secretly would be watching over her in case things get really ugly on her side.

Yeah, the Savanaclaw boys would really like her.

Celestia Lundenberg - DR1

How she would react being in NRC?

Oh my! What an awful but interesting happening! I believe Celestia would be pretty amused by the situation, as she dreams about reaching royalty and NRC do has some princes/important people

In episode 3 who needs Leona or the idiot trio? She would easily trick Azul through her manipulation and acting. But actually if Azul comes with a deal where she can get benefits from letting the students being their slaves, I believe she may leave Ace, Deuce and Grim hanging-

Would go straight feral to Crowley once she takes a look at Ramshackle Dorm. ''Pardon moi? Just WHO do you think I am to let me stay in such a DISGUSTING place?!'

I guess different from the girls above, I don't believe she would follow the main story plot completely, especially because she is more focused to achieve her dream instead of finding a way back home/ solving overblots. (TWST would really become an otome game if Celestia was the protagonist and no, you can't deny that)

Mostly she would only help people if she gets benefits to it (yeah, with that mindset she would warm up pretty quickly to the NRC environment)

Also I feel like she would pretend to be friends with Adeuce but the first opportunity she gets to meet important people, she would let them go (she is going to have character development I promise !)

Dorm Leader that would get along the best with her?

Vil. That was sort of an obvious one. Vil would totally SIMP over Celestia and If I doubt would make Crowley transfer her to Pomefiore Dorm just to make her the most beautiful girl.

Celestia would pretty much be the few people who wouldn't complain about doing the tiring skincare routine Vil forces people do. She's feeling like a princess and she loves that.

yeah, I was lazy of doing more- but as I said in case you guys liked it I can part 2 (feel free to suggest which girls or even boys you prefer to appear in the DRXTWST headcanons)

[twistedlymad]

I was wondering if you could write a oneshot with the first years and fem reader going shopping with each other, but of course grim causes some problems. I’ll be grateful if you ever write this idea! Thank you ;)

Whew! This took me awhile to write. I was trying to refrain myself from re-writing the Phone Shopping Experience :’) 

Anyway, I hope this one-shot is up to your standards! Thank you for the request and have a lovely day!

What if you went shopping with your friends? (Ft. Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel and Sebek)

It had been a few stressful weeks for you, you had to fix Grim’s mischief here and there, breaking up Ace and Deuce’s fights with each other, trying to calm Vil down after he found out Epel had been disregarding Pomefiore’s high standards, trying to refrain Sebek from randomly shouting and trying to get Jack to be more social with the rest of you. Overall, you’re tired and you needed a break.

The stress had really taken it’s toll on you, you looked tired and were more silent lately. It would be a lie if the boys said they hadn’t noticed this change on you. So, they wanted to give you a break, but, when and where? The boys secretly brainstormed on where they’re going to take you. Whenever you weren’t around, they would hold mini-meetings to discuss on this secret outing they were going to take you on.

“How about this Friday? I mean, it is a semester holiday next week.” Epel suggested to the group.

“That sounds perfect! But, where would (Y/N) want to go?” Ace replied to the Pomefiore dorm member.

“It’s got to be somewhere where she won’t get stressed out.” Jack added.

“I got it! How about the mall?” Deuce said.

“What? We take her shopping?” Sebek asked the dark-haired boy.

“We just need to accompany her, we don’t actually have to do any shopping.” Deuce replied.

“You know what? That actually sounds nice.” Jack said.

“So, it’s settled, we take her shopping this Friday!” The group agreed to the plan.

You, however, were entirely oblivious to their plan. They didn’t let a single detail slip from either one of them. Of course, they couldn’t tell Grim because that furball would’ve let you know about the plan after 3 seconds of hearing it. So, they kept quiet and acted like as if everything was normal for the whole week.

At last, Friday came and you couldn’t help but feel slightly excited. After all, it was a semester break next week which means you have a whole week to yourself. Grim won’t cause a lot of trouble since it was only the two of you in the dorm. But then, you realized you had nothing to do, no activities, no hobbies, nothing. You felt bored, you wished there was something fun to do for your break. You let out a small sigh as you continued Professor Trein’s class.

“Alright, that’ll be all for today, be sure to complete the homework given over the course of the next 7 days.” Professor Trein said to you and your class.

“Meaowwwwww~” Lucius added to his owner’s words. And with that, the professor and the cat left the class.

“Yay!! Semester break!!” Ace, Deuce, Epel and Grim yelled excitingly. Jack and Sebek simply shook their heads at their friends.

“You guys seem pretty pumped for this break.” You said to them while you packed your books. “Sounds like as if you guys have plans for the break.” You smiled to them.

“No, we’re just pretty pumped to finally have a break!” Ace said to you with a smirk. You just gave them a closed-eye smile.

“What about you (Y/N)? Don’t you have any plans?” Epel asked you, as soon as he did though, Ace, Deuce, Jack and Sebek looked at you, waiting for an answer.

“Um, nothing that I can think about.” You answered as you stood up from your seat. The others were gobsmacked.

“You don’t have anything to do for the next 7 days?” Jack asked you.

“Well, not entirely nothing, I mean, there are the assignments from the professors and all.” You replied them honestly.

“Oh, well then, since you have nothing planned, we’re going to take you and Grim somewhere!” Deuce said to you. You were confused.

“Hmm? Take me somewhere? This sounds fishy…”

“I cannot believe you would think of us like that!” Ace said, placing his hand over his heart, like he was heartbroken.

“No, no! I mean, I wouldn’t mind Sebek, Jack and Deuce but Ace and Epel? I can’t help but feel uneased.” You smirked at them. Jack, Sebek and Deuce were trying to keep their laughter in as Ace and Epel’s face reddened slightly.

“W-Whatever! Just get ready at about 3 o’clock! We’ll come to your dorm.” Ace said as he left with the others, leaving you and Grim in the classroom.

“Um, okay? Come on Grim, let’s go back to our dorm.” You said to the furball as you picked him up and went back to your dorm.

You and Grim then did the assignments the professors gave to pass the time. While you were doing Professor Crewel’s assignment, you lost track of time and Grim already fell asleep. So, you took a glance at your watch. It was 2.55pm. Your eyes widen as you shook Grim awake.

“Hmm? Why did you wake me up?” Asked the creature.

“Don’t you want to go out with us? It’s 2.55 and they’re almost here!” You said as you were changing into a casual outfit. Grim let out a yawn and sat at your table, rubbing his eyes.

“Fine, fine….” He said tiredly. Soon, a knock was heard coming from your dorm’s main entrance.

“That must be them! Come on, let’s go!” You said as you grabbed the furball and went to your dorm lobby. You opened the door to see everyone dressed casually. The boys looked at you and they all blushed slightly, I mean, it was their first time seeing you in an outfit that wasn’t a school uniform after all.

“Hi guys! Well, ready to go?” You said as you locked the door behind you, snapping everyone out of their thoughts.

“Y-Yeah! Come on! We’re gonna bring you somewhere!” Ace said, he held onto one of your arm, dragging you and Grim. The others followed behind, grumbling something about ‘Ace being lucky’ and ‘I want to hold her arm too’. However, you didn’t realize this as they were grumbling very softly.

So, the 7 of you all walked out of the school grounds, chatting with each other. Talking about how some of their assignments were done and some were not, discussing about what to do during the break, ranging from carving apples to exercising. You just listened as you had nothing to say or to add to this conversation. The boys took notice of this and decided to change the topic, mainly Ace and Epel were complaining about their dorm leaders but I will get either beheaded or poisoned if I told you what they talked about so let’s skip this part.

Soon after, you guys arrived at the mall. You were sort of confused, why did they bring you here? It’s not like you needed to buy anything.

“And we’re here!” Ace said.

“The mall? Did you guys have something that you wanted to buy?” You asked the boys, looking at each one of them.

“Well, no….” Deuce said, scratching the back of his head.

“We just wanted to bring you out somewhere fun!” Epel said to you.

“And we figured why not the mall?” Sebek continued. You let out a small gasp.

“We discussed this all week, since you looked like you were about to die of exhaustion. It’s not like we actually wanted to shop.” Jack said, looking away.

“Fgnaaaaaa! Why didn’t you guys tell me?!” Grim asked the boys as they stared at him.

“Because we knew you would spill the beans once you heard the plan, so we decided to not tell you.” Ace retorted to the furball.

“Thanks you guys! But this is a first to me though!” You smiled.

“What do you mean?” They asked you, confusion written on their faces.

“This is the first time where boys actually brought me shopping! Usually you guys wouldn’t care for such things.” You smirked at them. A visible blush appeared on their faces.

“So? What are we waiting for? Let’s go see some cool stuff!” You said dragging them in.

You looked around, trying to see which store you wanted to go in first. Truth be said, you didn’t really need anything out of the ordinary and considering most of the shops were for magic users, you couldn’t really find anything you wanted.

“Hmmm…” You said as your eyes darted around. Deuce noticed this and asked you.

“Can’t find anything that you’re interested in?” You nodded at his words.

“Well, most of these shops area for you guys since you all can use magic and all.” You said to your friends. You then closed your eyes and thought about something that you really needed. Then, it came to your realization that you had something that you needed. You suddenly snapped your eyes wide open, making the boys jump slightly.

“How about I go clothes shopping? Since I only have this set of clothes as casual wear.” You said. It was true, Crowley only gave you a set of clothes as casual wear. Girl, your closet was full of uniforms I cannot believe you were able to survive this long, I salute you.

The boys however, were reluctant to the idea. I mean, you can’t blame them, it was only natural for them to not like going clothes shopping. But, lo and behold, Epel had a thought. So, while you were looking at your purse to see if you’ve brought enough madol, the boys huddled up in a circle.

“Guys, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea.” Epel whispered to the rest.

“What do you mean? We have to sit there and wait for her to try on clothes. It’s boring!” Ace said back.

“No, think about it, sure it might be boring but, we get to see (Y/N) in another outfit!” Epel said. The boys thought about it for a moment, then proceed to blush.

This plan will backfire, trust me, I’ll protect you reader-chan, don’t you worry :) 

Once you were finished with checking your madol, the guys looked at you, innocently.

“We think it’s a good idea for you to go clothes shopping.” Ace said to you, the boys nodded.

“Weird, I thought you guys were bummed out when I said I wanted to go clothes shopping.” You said, curious as to what had happened to them, you could’ve sworn their faces paled when you suggested it at first. But, you shrugged it off.

“Okay, let’s go then!” You said cheerfully. So, the 7 of you headed to the nearest clothing department. You stared in awe at all the outfits sold there, it was like walking into a huge closet. You began scurrying through the racks of shirts, pants and skirts. They boys trying to keep up with you but you were fast, as soon as something caught your eye, you were already there checking out the garment.

So you grabbed a few shirts, skirts and pants to try on once you got into a fitting room, you were excited to try out new clothing and to try out new combinations. Soon after, you got into a changing room, the boys were outside, waiting for you. Probably fantasizing you in their preferred clothing. However, someone was missing. Take a guess?

Your friendly neighbourhood furball Grim wasn’t with you. In fact, he wasn’t with any of you. It didn’t take the boys too long to realize this though. Jack was actually the first one to realize and asked his fellow first-years.

“Guys, where’s Grim?” The boys took a second to register what Jack had asked.

“Why is that raccoon always causing trouble?” Ace asked, facepalming.

“No matter, we have to find him!” Sebek said.

“Why? Can’t we find him later?” Epel asked.

“No! We’re supposed to give (Y/N) a break. We can’t have her worrying about Grim!” Deuce stated. “Let’s split up and search for him before (Y/N) notices.” The boys nodded and went into the store to search for the elusive, fire-breathing, magic-casting furball.

“Now, if I were a raccoon-like-furball, where would I be?” Ace said, thinking to himself. That was until he had heard a familiar voice.

“Yanno, this bow actually looks good on me!” Ace turned to the source of the sound to see Grim standing on a pile of cloth. “Bingo. Guys! He’s over here!” Ace yelled to his friends and they all turned their heads over to Grim. Unfortunately, Grim had heard Ace yell and decided to flee.

“Get him!!” Sebek yelled and 5 boys were now chasing one flame-eared creature. Crashing and yelling were to be heard. The place was crowded too, making it even harder for the first-years to catch your dorm mate. Thankfully, you didn’t hear a single thing and just continued to try on the clothing.

See? I told you I would protect you reader-chan :)

Although I believe there were a few mannequins getting knocked over because of the chase. Not to mention, they boys were being smart by not using their magic to hunt down the creature. Who knows what you would do if you found out and they didn’t want you to worry at all, so, good job boys! Now that I think about it, I shouldn’t be telling you this if the boys didn’t want you to find out. But oh well! 

After 10 minutes of chasing, yelling and knocking over stuff, the 5 first-years successfully surrounded Grim.

“Grim, just give it up! We just want to give (Y/N) a break!” Epel said to the creature.

“Why were you running away in the first place?” Jack asked the furball.

“Fgnaaaa… I thought you guys would scold me for taking the bow.” Grim said defeated. They boys looked at him and blinked.

“Now why would we do that? If you wanted it, you could’ve just bought it yourself.” Deuce told the creature.

“B-But, I didn’t bring any madol!” And suddenly, it all made sense. The boys just let out a sigh and sunk their heads.

“You didn’t have to make us chase you though, you should’ve just said something.” Ace said, shaking his head.

“Fgnaaa?” Grim was confused.

“Yo! You guys got any madol to spare?” Ace asked the others. “We better let the furball have this than have him running again.”  

“Fine, we’ll chip in, but Grim you better not go running around again!” Sebek said to the furball. Now, 5 pairs of eyes were looking at Grim, waiting for an answer.

“A-Alright… I promise.” The creature gulped and the boys nodded. They then all chipped in an equal amount of madol to buy the bow for the creature.

“Here, now, remember our promise alright?” Ace said, giving the bow to the creature. Grim nodded furiously.

“Fgnaaaaa! The Great Grim now has a fashionable bow! Aren’t I the best thing to ever graced your eyes?” The boys rolled their eyes.

“We should’ve also made him change his attitude.” They all mumbled.

It was around this moment, you had finished trying on your outfits, you picked a few and left the dressing room. You looked around to see the boys walking back to the spot where they were supposed to wait for you.

“Hmm? Did you guys also went to check out some stuff?” You asked the group and they looked at you, tiredly. You noticed this and you saw a happy Grim. You laughed a little, making them look at you slightly annoyed.

“Sorry, I guess you can finally understand what I feel these few weeks.” You said to them, making them look at the ground sheepishly.

“D-Did we really cause you that much trouble?” Epel asked.

“More or less.” You smiled to them.

“We’re sorry.” They all apologized to you. “We didn’t know.” You were slightly taken aback. You didn’t expect them to apologize.

“It’s okay guys, I’m used to it. Just, try not to cause too much trouble to me, you already know how hard it is to keep that furball in check, I don’t need to keep 5 more humans in check as well.” You said softly, hugging them as you did. They all blushed as you did, making you giggle.

“Now, let me pay for my clothes and we can get out of here.” You smiled. “How does ice cream sound? My treat of course.” You smirked as you see their eyes light up.

“Sure thing!” The boys, including Grim, all exclaimed at the same time.

So you guys went for ice cream and sat at one big table. The boys were inviting you to their activities during the semester break and you accepted, making you smile as you had things to look forward to next week. Grim decided to try to take a bite out of everyone’s ice cream, resulting in an all-out argument between the 5 boys and the furball. You just shook your head, trying to calm everyone down again.

Well, there will never be a peaceful moment with these loveable dorks, but you were glad. You were glad that you got to spend time with them and you wouldn’t change a single moment of it. You really do treasure your friendship with them and they do too.

[starwarned]

Day 30 - Any Way the Wind Blows

Carry On Countdown 2020 Day 30 

@carryon-countdown​

Quick sappy note: Thank you so much to anyone who read any of my pieces for COC. I am so incredibly grateful for you. I loved doing these and even though I’m pretty tired now, I’m really glad I did them. :) Happy Holidays! (Keep an eye out for the few exchanges I’m a part of!)

Dark Clouds Roll on AO3 (M)

“Ain’t nobody gonna stick around/When the dark clouds roll/Any way the wind blows” - Any Way the Wind Blows, Hadestown

Dark Clouds Roll

It’s cold up here. I can’t believe Simon is handling it. The wind blows in from the open window and right through me, shivers wracking my frame every few seconds. I can’t seem to take a breath without being hit by another gust despite the fact that we’re inside. 

The wind isn’t the only reason I’m struggling to catch my breath and why I keep shuddering with my entire body. I haven’t fed in days — not since before the plane ride back. I can feel the tug in my stomach that tells me over and over again: Just bite Simon. He’ll forgive you. 

And I know he would. Which is why I can’t take that from him. Which is why I can’t ask him. 

But I’m afraid if I don’t ask him, my base, primal, blood-sucking instincts will take over. I’m just barely holding them at bay now.

I wish someone I liked less were here — of course, I’d feel bad, but I’d much rather bite the Normal or even Bunce for Crowley’s sake (although the idea of Bunce as an immortal vampire is horrifying). At least I know they don’t secretly want it. 

Simon’s not subtle. He practically asks me to bite him every time we’re intimate (well, when we were intimate. We haven’t been there in a while). I haven’t yet. But thinking about it right now is making my fangs ache and my stomach twist into uncomfortable knots. 

My legs practically crumbling underneath me, I sit down and lean against the wall. 

I’m sure Bunce is still outside trying to cast spells on this tower like it’s going to help. 

We came back to Watford after Bunce insisted they were in trouble. And Simon put that whole “when people show you what they are, believe them” bullshit on hold. He couldn’t have brought it up after we landed back in the UK? It was an uncomfortable plane ride and when he fell asleep on my shoulder, I almost cried with relief. 

We’d come back to Watford and when we got a chance, Simon grabbed onto my hand and tugged me up to Mummer’s House like we’re just happy boyfriends and he was trying to snog me in our childhood bedroom. (I wish that’s what it was.) 

Right as we stepped in the room, the door slammed closed behind us. Both Simon and I had tried to open it, but my magic was weak and I could hardly breathe without wanting to sink my teeth into Simon’s neck. 

We’re not sure what is keeping us in here and when we opened the window to call down to Bunce and Shepard, neither of them could figure out what’s going on. My mobile’s dead so I can’t call anyone. Simon keeps pacing back and forth like it’ll help us get out of here. 

We’ve been here for a day. We slept in our separate beds last night like we were back to being in seventh year. Not that we’ve shared a bed recently anyway. 

I woke up with itchy gums and a headache so bad that I felt like I was going to pass out. And Simon’s stomach keeps rumbling loudly. 

So now I’m leaning up against the wall with my head in my hands, trying to will my fangs to fucking disappear. For whatever virus is deep inside of me to just… stop for long enough for me to get out of here and to drink the blood of something other than my boyfriend. 

“Snow,” I say as authoritatively as I can manage. “Please stop pacing.” 

He stops. “Sorry,” he mutters. “I’m trying to figure out what to do.” 

I nod and look up from staring at the floor. “I know,” I say softly. “But I don’t think we’re getting out of here anytime soon. You should lock yourself in the bathroom or something.” 

He looks at me, clearly confused. “Why would I do that?” 

I sigh. “So I don’t bite you.” 

Simon’s eyes widen. “Oh, you’re thirsty. Of course. I thought you were just— tired, I guess.” 

I shake my head and have to look back down at the ground because he looks so beautiful and I can’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to just sink my fangs into him. 

He’s quiet before stepping towards me and kneeling in front of where I’m up against the wall. “You can— you know you can—” 

“No.”

“Yes,” Simon insists. “Baz, this is the only way to keep you alive.” 

“I’d rather die,” I say immediately. 

“Well I fucking wouldn’t,” he mumbles. He crawls forward a bit on his knees so when he sits back on his heels, his knees are pressing against my shins. I can’t remember the last time he touched me this casually. (He only seems to hold my hand when we’re about to die or we’ve just barely survived not dying.)

“Snow—” I say, looking up at him. 

He’s so close. “Baz.” 

“I won’t.” 

“You don’t have a choice.” 

He’s right. I don’t. Even if I could self-immolate, my magic isn’t powerful enough right now. I’m barely keeping it together. But I can’t let him do this to himself so I shove at his knees and stand up shakily. I rush to the bathroom and shut myself inside, locking the door behind me. If there’s a locked door between Simon and I, perhaps when I go feral, he’ll be safe from me. 

I silently hope that Penelope and Shepard will figure something out before then. 

“Baz!” Simon shouts, knocking on the door. I can hear the frustration in his voice. 

“I won’t do it, Snow!” I call back, leaning against the edge of the tub. I’m still freezing cold, but being in this room makes me feel a little better. I’m not right up next to Simon’s scent any longer. 

“Please, Baz, let me in!” 

“No!” 

I know full well that I’m being stubborn, but we don’t know how biting works. How Turning works. I won’t risk Simon’s safety for mine. 

“Baz,” he says again, and he’s quieter now. “Please.” 

I don’t respond. I keep pressing my fangs over my lip and I think I’ve cut it a bit. My own blood in my mouth is not nearly as satisfying as I think Simon’s would be. 

“Baz, this is our only option. Penny and Shep aren’t going to figure anything out in time for us to get out of here and for you to feed. Please, let me in.” 

I’m weak. I’m physically weak and I’m weak-willed. I always have been when it comes to Simon Snow. So I crawl over and unlock the door. I lean back against the bathtub and wait for Simon to come shove his neck in my face or whatever reckless thing he’s going to do to get me to bite him. 

The door slowly creaks open and Simon steps in, clicking the door shut behind him. He sits down next to me and places his hand gently on top of mine. 

“You know I’d die for you, right?” he whispers. 

It’s the wrong thing to say. 

“I don’t want to fucking kill you, Simon,” I snarl. 

“You won’t,” he says. 

“You don’t know that.” 

“I know.” Simon sighs and gently squeezes my fingers. “I just mean— I’ve been a shit boyfriend. I’ve been a shit person. A-and I— I’m really sorry, Baz.” 

He’s not looking at me, but I’m caught staring at his lovely mouth when he talks. 

He continues, “Let me do this for you.” 

I open my mouth to argue, but Simon stops me by clamping a hand over my lips. My eyes widen when I realize how easy it would be to just… bite down. 

“Please, Baz,” he says. “You won’t hurt me. You won’t Turn me. And even if you do—” 

I shove his hand away. 

He shrugs. “Then I’ll get to be with you forever. That’s a pretty solid deal.” 

I take in a shaky breath. It’s getting hard to focus on what he’s saying to me because I can hear his pulse thumping. 

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whisper, even as I’m leaning in, pressing my chin against Simon’s shoulder. There’s a lovely set of moles on his neck that I’d like to bite down on. 

“You won’t,” Simon repeats. And then, quieter, “You’re not a monster, Baz.” 

“I—” 

“Bite me, darling,” he says, turning his body towards me so we’re facing each other. He tilts his head to the side to give me room. If I wanted to. 

And I do. 

“Simon—” 

“Baz.” 

“Is here okay?”

“Yes.” 

“I’m about to—” 

“Yes.” 

“Simon.” 

“Please.”

Simon’s blood floods my mouth and it’s like tasting euphoria myself. Simon’s holding my shoulders and softly moaning as I take what I can get. I can hardly focus on how much I’m taking — all I know is more, more, more. He tastes better than I thought he would. He tastes like butter and sweets and joy and love. 

Love. 

By the time I’ve had enough, I pull away from Simon’s neck and take a sharp breath in. The bite marks are clear and they continue to bleed a bit after I’ve stopped. I slip my wand from my pocket and cast “Get well soon,” on the marks. 

When I look at Simon’s face, I could have sworn he’s just had an orgasm. His eyes are shut and his mouth is open, his muscles completely relaxed. He’s also a bit pale, but judging by how full I feel, I reckon I’ve drained a lot of blood from him. 

“Simon?” I whisper. 

He hums softly and opens his eyes. His pupils are dilated and he’s lucky he’s sort of leaning against the bathtub because I’m afraid he’s woozy enough to fall over. I feel strong now (stronger than I have in months, it feels like) and I grip onto Simon’s forearms so I can pick him up. I slide an arm around his waist and carefully lead him from the bathroom. 

I set him down on the edge of my bed and help him lie back, covering him with the blanket that I slept with last night. I lie down next to him, tucking him into my arms and kissing the top of his head. He’s asleep pretty quickly. 

(Merlin, Simon Snow is in my bed. Fifteen-year-old Baz would be weeping with joy and disbelief.) 

And when I wake up to Penelope bursting into the room, shouting, “You’ll never guess how we did it!” and trying to explain to me how the Mage’s Men left wards around Mummer’s House in case Simon ever came back, I could hardly care less because Simon is asleep in my arms and he’s fine and I’m fine and I know that he loves me.

[letmetemptyou]

“Are you headed to the service, loves?”

The kindly older neighbor doesn’t mean anything by it, of course she doesn’t. Mentions it as just a thing to say when they cross paths, as the pair are headed home from the cozy bistro in town, Aziraphale full of quite a variety of Christmas pies and Crowley full of coffee and goddamned butterflies, as always.

She doesn’t mean anything by it, but Crowley stiffens anyway.

“No, we’ve got our own plans,” Aziraphale calls to her, tightening his grip on Crowley’s arm ever so slightly, “but you have a lovely time, my dear! Merry Christmas!”

“Thank you, sweetheart, and to you both!” she responds cheerily, doesn’t give it another thought.

Crowley’s ears are burning, and not only from the cold.

It’s enough, it’s more than enough. It’s more than he ever thought he deserves. Aziraphale makes him feel like he does, like he’s worthy of it, but it still takes some getting used to. A cozy home, one full of old books and scrolls and his terrible art too. A garden he gets to scold and secretly (not so secretly) preen over, a kitchen he gets to keep bustling, to make concoctions that get Aziraphale’s eyes to light up, and oh help, a bedroom, one they get to go to together. And it’s not just the filthy bits Crowley loves (though he bloody well does, can’t get over that either), but the embarrassingly soft bits too. Aziraphale nodding off on his shoulder, there on the sofa before the fire. Waking up with the angel curled up on his chest, or lazily threading his fingers through the locks he’s asked Crowley to let go long. And in the chill of winter, it’s warm with candlelight and tinsel, fresh cookies and warm coffee and an absolute, unapologetic abundance of love.

It’s...heaven. In the right way, the way that counts. Heaven as Heaven never was, a true paradise, and Crowley’s still getting used to it (he probably never will).

And yet. A dart like that, a pang. Nearly half the village goes to the Christmas service. There’s enough atheists and folks of other faiths who don’t so they don’t stand out, but it is obviously different for the two of them. Aziraphale is the bloody service.

And Crowley is cast out. He knows he’s in the right. He knows he wouldn’t change a thing about his choices.

But the holidays, for some, have a way of opening old wounds. Reminding you of where you don’t belong, of where, perhaps, you once did. Places that used to be home, memories of love and belonging twisted by hate and cruelty and a strict adherence to a system that doesn’t make sense, a system that actively hurts people just for questioning it.

Crowley knows they’re in the wrong. But to be reminded that the place you’re from would burn you just for trying to go back—that still can sting, no matter how far you’ve come.

“Dear,” Aziraphale says softly. They’ve reached the front door. Aziraphale unlocks it, the warmth of their home reaching out, embracing Crowley. It smells like the two of them here, pine and cinnamon too. “I had an idea. I know we planned on spending tomorrow just the two of us, but you know what absolute monsters Warlock’s parents have been to her, and even though she’s off at uni now, I thought it would be nice to—”

“Fuck yes,” Crowley says immediately, his chest suddenly warm. “That’s a brilliant idea.”

“Oh, good! I thought you’d think so.” Aziraphale turns to him, brushing the snow from his shoulders, undoing his scarf. Letting the warmth in, holding him close. “She says she might bring a few friends? Others with no place to go.”

“She’d better,” Crowley says fiercely, “every year.” He blinks very fast, seizes Aziraphale’s hands before he gets Crowley’s coat open. “In fact. Let’s not stop there, yeah? We’ve got the room. Let’s fuck with some bigots and do what Jesus would have bloody wanted.”

Aziraphale grins at him. Plants a kiss on his nose, and gets his own hat back on.

“I love you, Crowley. All of you. Very, very, much.”

“I love you too, angel, now let’s get going!” Crowley’s nearly giddy with the idea, sending little demonic miracles into their kitchen as they set out the door, stretching their table, getting the cooking on. “We’ve got a lot to do.”

“Oh, yes, oh goodness!” Aziraphale claps his hands together, and they head out to invite every queer kid in the South Downs.

They end up with nearly thirty guests on Christmas Day, and they’re not just kids. There’s around ten adults, twenty-somethings and older folks, whose families still don’t want anything to do with them. The cottage bustles with community and love, food and silly games and Aziraphale’s terrible magic tricks, Crowley’s stories of Christmases past (long past) that only Warlock believes.

As the night wears on and folks trickle home, Aziraphale makes sure they know they’re always welcome, that they always have somewhere to go (and he sends little miracles after each of them. So take that, anyone who dares say queer and trans folks aren’t blessed).

Aziraphale comes to Crowley, exhausted but beaming, and takes him into his arms.

“You’re a wonder, you know that?” Crowley says.

“So are you, dear,” Aziraphale says, and kisses him.

And in this way we make our own community. Our own belonging, in the way that counts, with the people who see us for who we are and love every bit. Our own home, our own love, the truest, most blessed kind.

Happy holidays, all.

[laufire]

Rowena for the meme

Why I like them: how could I not??? She’s a great character, AND an absolutely enchanting woman. I could write (very bad, based on previous experience) poetry about her xDD. She’s gorgeous! And witchy! And dramatic! She hits my “older woman of dubious morality” soft spot AND has about everything else going for her lmao.

Why I don’t: I suddenly can’t read.

Favorite episode (scene if movie): I still have a few left with her (far less than I’d like! I know she has a fake marriage with Sam in one though xD), but as of now it’s probably 13x12, where she tricks Sam and Dean (they never find out she’s the one who hired the two witches that rob the book from them lol), comes in to save the day~~, has a few bonding moments with Sam regarding their Lucifer Trauma TM -which leads to Sam sneakily letting her get away with the page she was looking for lol... Another great one is where she encourages her sweet grandson (who she liked!) to return to the past knowing he’d die there, to get revenge against Crowley for forcing her to kill the one person she’d truly loved (another child she’d actually loved like a son). This family istg xDDD. 13x19, where she sets out to defy Death and force her to bring Crowley back to life is another contender (theirs is a complicated mother-son bond lmfao).

Favorite season/movie: it’s hard to say because I’ve enjoyed all four so far (well, in terms of Rowena’s storyline at least. I have Opinions on s12 and s13 lol). But I have to say Rowena is about the first character I’ve fully enjoyed (so far) seeing joining the team after being in more antagonistic role, simply because it’s fun xD, and in that sense she was a breath of fresh air in s13.

Favorite line: oh man. She has so many. One thing I’ll say for these writers is that they took advantage of having a theatre trained actress and gave her GREAT monologues lmao. See all these lovely things she tells to Crowley lmfao:

“This demon asks you to equalize credit for his and another's work. Split the baby if you will. Well, then I would well and truly split the baby. I'd cut this pulling, pathetic, grade-grubbing git in two, literally. Then I'd nail his bloody halves to the doors of the court. A reminder to all not to waste the King's time! Whiners beget whiners. You can't reward behavior like that. Why, I never gave in when you asked for sweeties as a child no matter how much you cried. Well, you were a very chunky child, darling. A bit of a bloater.”

“You can't understand my disappointment or my pride. You don't know this but after I left you, after I was forced to leave you, I heard of your death. Your mortal death. I thought you were gone to me forever. Then, hundreds of years later and thousands of miles away, I find you: the King of Hell. And not by luck or accident, you made that happen all by yourself. You're not a mother. You can't know what that pride felt like. How huge it was. But can you try to imagine, for me? Now do you understand why it breaks my heart to see what a colossal numb nut you've become? You've got the crown but you're no ruler, not really. A sad, bored wee boy on the throne who'll flop ass up the second those Winchesters, hunters who'd as soon see you dead as have you to tea, ask you to. You're no king. Not any more. You're their bitch!”

“I hate you because, when I look into your eyes, I see the woman I used to be, before magic, before the coven, when I was nothing but Rowena, the tanner's daughter. A pale, scared little girl who smelled of filth and death. I hate you because, when you were born, your father said he loved me. Then he went back to his grand wife and his grand house, whilst I lay pathetic and half-dead on a straw mat - my thighs slick with blood. I hate you, because if I didn't, I'd love you. But love... love is weakness. And I'll never be weak again.”

Then there’s of course “You say that like it’s an insult. Nice girls, they’re pathetic. Here’s to evil skanks.” (to Dean, after he calls her an evil skank). And the iconique “I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR BEING A CAREER WOMAN!!” (to Crowley, after he reproaches her abandonment of him as a child).

Favorite outfit: THIS IS THE MOST UNFAIR QUESTION I’VE EVER ASKED. Seriously, I literally spend all of her scenes making heart eyes at her looks, choosing is too difficult xD

This purple dress.

this blue one (just what you casually wear to break into a creepy house with your new frenemy Sam Winchester)

This purple dressing gown

This backless red dress

Everything she’s worn has been perfect for her, but I have a weakness for the long dresses.

OTP: Sam/Rowena is a great ship. Although if I’m honests, my favourite relationship of hers altogether is with Crowley. I love a good Bad Mom TM dynamic xDD

Brotp: see above. And I’ve enjoyed her (too few) moments with Castiel and Jack. Also Chuck lol.

Head Canon: I choose to believe she and Bela have crossed paths. Because.

Unpopular opinion: idek. Okay, I have one. You know how fandom obsesses over characters that SUPPOSEDLY have a hard exterior but are secretly softies, and that do terrible things to cover that and protect themselves (I’m looking at you Dean stans lol)? Rowena is the actual real deal here. Accept no substitutes xD

A wish: well, it would’ve been NICE if she hadn’t been so unceremoneously removed from the narrative in s15 (I mean, still a better ending than I would’ve hoped given the show’s track record, but I would’ve preferred to have her in the show moving the plot and all). At least it’s one of those endings with possibility~, so fics will be coming xD

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: the show is done and it could’ve been worse lmao. Dead with no possibility of return/no reigning position in Hell, for one.

5 words to best describe them: powerful, creative, meddling, striking, gracious.

My nickname for them: well, I keep calling her my ideal woman lmao.

[umishiqu]

Scarabia chapter is over and I’m screaming at everything rn hold on-

(sorry if I’m stuffing this rant down anyone’s throat, because I’m realizing people get annoyed with it and I’m sorry but,, scarabia brainrot ;;;...)

(spoilers for chapter 4 under the cut!)

Sad there’s no magic carpet :,( but oasis maker saves the day!! Still mysterious as ever as to why oasis maker is called a blessing other than um. Being a blessing to the Country of Hot Sands. But yes Azul enjoys it! (if you wanna hear me rant about oasis maker pwease dm cause I,, now have some thoughts and I can’t keep my mouth shut ;;...)

Also no mention of kidnapping happenings or poisoning in post-OB backstory but that means slow burn character development for Kalim possibly later on, so I’ll take it

Also Kalim’s guilt kills me on the inside :,,( guy says that he has anemia, but I’m wondering if that’s acc just Jamil giving him an excuse for his hypnosis. Mainly cause he himself says that he’s not bad at PE, which he really would be bad at PE if he really did have anemia,, but the anemia could explain a lot other things, other than that little tidbit,, either way, that means, again, slow burn character development! (But just,, his voice wavers, and how he says that Jamil can have the dorm leader position and Kalim will just go home is just,, Jamil you couldn’t talk to Kalim at all about this? Really?)

And scarabia duo is still killing me on the inside :,,,( Jamil wanted revenge cause of how he had to be below Kalim all the time and couldn’t objectify his hate to anyone but Kalim, but he also couldn’t sincerely hate Kalim for everything he is esp. when he’s the one who’s been encouraging him at all, all their time together. Jamil also loves his family apparently but in the way that he doesn’t like what they make him do but he also realizes that his parents are in the same position as him (hence why he screams, in his fit of anger, how he’s gonna free both him and his family). The only other person I can see that he personally hates but has to deal with is Crowley. I literally just see Jamil as a stubborn, kind of selfish tsundere,, Do I like Jamil more than I did before? I mean a lot of what I personally thought about him (not standing out so that Kalim is above him, having to adhere to tradition and such) was basically confirmed with the recent chapter.

But coming personally on my thoughts on Jamil cause he’s a contradictory character rn in the discord,, he is really really easy to sympathize and relate with, esp if you compare him to the less-realistic-outlook-on-life Kalim from Scarabia. And Kalim’s banquet fevers aren’t easy to deal with. My younger brother who gets more credit than me in,, literally everything drags me to play around on electronics sometimes and usually I just wanna sleep, but I can’t and usually just l just give up when playing with him cause I should look like he’s winning (fun thing is that he’s 2 1/2 years younger than me, and also a lot taller than me). I have to let him throw punches at me and when I do one little thing like tell him to stop, it’s into the dark room with me. So I can appreciate Jamil’s stubbornness for his plans and ideals to overthrow Kalim, esp cause I was more or less conditioned to be helpful to other people. Not that I’m complaining because beig helpful to others is something that I’ve noticed rewards you in a good way,,

With all that being said,, the way he acted and went about with this crossed a lot of lines. At first, I thought the reason why he would hypnotize Kalim so that Jamil could become dorm leader + the other stuff mentioned above is so that Kalim can be seen as having a personality/morale worse than him. Or at least, less cheerful. But then Jamil goes in and with Kalim’s happy personality, cheers up everyone and helps them wth their troubles while in the oasis. And I’m here and I’m just,, if you hate him for that personality so much why do something like that?? (He can’t admit that’s what people acc like about Kalim, and he decides to take one of his few positive qualities that gets people attached to Kalim and just,, wreck it. I was,, very very mad, but I didn’t rant about it cause I knew I’d yell unreasonably in the discord chat.) Revealed at the end, Jamil literally doesn’t want to be friends with anyone and I’m just,, sigh. And also,, the students only agreed with Jamil that Kalim was an incompetent dorm leader after Jamil hypnotized Kalim into doing all those things, not before. Before? They acc loved Kalim because of how kind and gentle and thoughtful he was to others, even though he can be kind of hopeless and random and a bit irresponsible to them sometimes. And these were all qualities that Jamil apparently hated, not because they were anything bad that’s supposed to be a front for secretly mocking everyone, but because he personally was confused as to why Kalim’s so freakin carefree as a character when Jamil himself isn’t. (As Azul said, it’s very easy for people to become envious of Kalim, and that’s already confirmed with how quickly the Scarabia dormmates’ opinion changed of Kalim after he takes them out to march to the oasis and after Jamil keeps mentioning the Asim family.)

Jamil’s had 17 years to harbour resentment against Kalim, but he’s also had 17 years to truthfully bond with Kalim, which he decided not to do because again. Stubborn. That’s why I can’t really say that Jamil’s just made one mistake (which was the entirety of scarabia chapter), especially the little hint drop that Jamil’s been hypnotizing Kalim even while they were younger and used anemia as an excuse for Kalim’s drowsiness. Anyway, the fact that Jamil’s been the one teaching Kalim magic, but even he didn’t know Kalim could summon a river and was genuinely surprised for a bit says a lot about how much of Kalim he can’t read, which he also mentions in his personal stories that Kalim is unpredictable. And fact is that Kalim can read Jamil’s emotions like an open-book, but couldn’t connect the dots until after he realizes how much Jamil’s hated him says something too. And when I say “realizes”, I mean “chooses not to ignore” how much Jamil’s hated him. Like,, it’s not like Jamil sleep-talked his backstory to Kalim while he’s passed out. Nor does anyone acc see the backstory except for the viewers + Jamil. And this can explain why Kalim didn’t really change how he interacts with Jamil at the end, if he knew the hate was coming but just didn’t want to acknowledge it. Then again, he does have limitless optimism here so there’s that.

But,, we’re talking about the only person Kalim’s ever trusted at all, betraying him and going off in one of the worse ways possible. I’m with the tweels here, I’m a bit mad because after what Jamil did, Kalim had no excuse to not get angry with him. He didn’t even get to punch him smh, but he did call him traitor so babey steps. Octavinelle teaching Kalim to be a little more harsher has me very very happy. (But miscommunication is strong in Scarabia, and with slow burn character development, I can see Kalim getting gradually more and more self-destructive poison anyone? chapter 5? and internally cynical and Jamil gradually regretting the time lost between them because, also according to the end of Scarabia, he doesn’t really mind an optimistic Kalim because like Kalim only had Jamil, Jamil really only has Kalim now after the tomfoolery he pulled in this chapter.)

So do I like Jamil more now than I did before? Kind of,. I had hopes for Scarabia (I’m sure a lot of people did with all the hyper analysis we did :p) But,, Jamil literally just got me angry this whole chapter. The backstory was nice, and Kalim praising Jamil and Jamil telling Kalim to stop (the way he screams ;;..) everytime gets me going. But esp with that piece of information, hating and blaming Kalim over something neither of them could change just,, recked them both. I can’t blame Jamil for building up resentment, but I can’t blame Kalim either for wanting to believe they were friends because he was trying to make the most out of their situation. Until Kalim realized the only way to do that was to just tell Jamil to stop being his servant and start off as equals to be true friends now. To which Jamil says no to the second notion profusely, but he also implies he’d rather be with Kalim than wth Azul, so. No more master/servant dynamics. And the ending was written off so sloppily but I think it was supposed to leave Jamil’s true feelings about Kalim end off on an ambiguous note imo. Again, sloppy, but sure.

Kalijami/Jamikali just seems really really toxic to me now, and I figured it would end up like that which is why I ended up reading other Scarabia ships (very into flokali and kaliver rn :p). I don’t usually see Japanese media fleshing out happy characters all too much, but with Kalim as literal Scarabia poster boy even tho he doesn’t represent the villain, I can see what direction they’ll take to develop Kalim now. Hopefully not how they developed Soma. (Ofc I wanted overblot!Kalim but,, I’m personally glad they didn’t do it rn, y’know? And the fact that we didn’t get introduced to an RSA counterpart for Scarabia at all has me,, thinking some things now...)

...dm if you want me to rant about oasis maker and rsa cause please I need to feed someone ;0;