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inheartofwinter · 10 months ago

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Drarry Fic Rec List: Us Vs The World

The list I want to show you to day is one I especially adore: fics with strong vibe of "us against the world". They could be good, they could be bad, they could save the world, they could destroy it, they could simply go on with their lives. No matter what, they will always have each other.

- Hell & Other Places (M; 2,5k) by @tepre

OR: 9 times Draco said ‘I love you’ and 1 time he didn’t.

Draco & Harry are sent to investigate a haunted Bed & Breakfast.

- Vis-à-Vis-à-Vis (E; 49999) by @vukovich

Harry's assignment was simple. Close out Draco Malfoy's missing persons case so he can be declared dead.

But who's making withdrawals from Malfoy's vaults? How is a death omen-turned-Unspeakable involved? Is an organization known as the Moirai to blame?

Harry brushes it off until he can't. Until The Prophet is flooded with sightings of dead people. Until Robards throws himself on his sword. Until Ron turns on his own family. Until Harry scarcely trusts his own reflection in the mirror and trusts the stranger in his bed even less.

Until all that stands between war and peace is Harry, a name plate, a stadium of murderers, and Draco Malfoy.

God save the Ministry.

- Basement Level 9 (M; 2k) by @fw00shy

Draco was behind the bomb that blew up Level 10, though they didn't talk about it.

- Stay with Me 'Til Morning (R; 8,4k) by Lucilla Darkate

In a once upon a time world, white magic would triumph over black, good would carry the day, evil would be vanquished, the valiant would stand and be true, and always, always, true love would end with a happily ever after.

- Purple Words (E; 67k) by FangirlWolfie

“High five me.”

James immediately put Harry down and gave him a high five.

Huh?

Oh.

- In Grey Worsted (M; 2,8k) by literaryspell

Harry's only chance at happiness is slipping away, one piece at a time. He isn’t about to give up, though.

- Ever Fixed Mark (T; 1,1k) by @shealwaysreads

In which Harry decides to burn the world, and Draco watches on with adoration.

Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no, it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken

Shakespeare, Sonnet 116

- Dead Ends (E; 18,8k) by @toxik-angel & @melcarrianna

Head Auror Harry Potter is the best at his job. Head Auror Harry Potter always saves the day.

But someone has been picking off ex-Death Eaters one by one. Someone has been abducting Harry's friends right out of their homes. Someone is fucking the Minister for Magic.

The Minister for Magic and Head Auror are both very concerned about it.

- Because Potter Is Allergic to Poppies (M; 41,1k) by Lomonaaeren

Auror Harry Potter is in hospital being treated for a curse when someone tries to kill him. Obviously it is up to bored, trapped Apprentice Healer Draco, who was only admitted to the Healer Program in the first place to do the menial work, to find out who did it. Because then they will promote him. No, it’s for no other reason, thanks.

- Toujours pur (T; 21k) by Veralynn

"Malfoy would never confess truth to an enemy, and we’re enemies to him. That’s way I made a plan.”

“A rat,” Harry said.

“Exactly. Someone I can trust one hundred per cent about You-Know-Who. Someone who knows well Malfoy and his past. That makes you the perfect candidate.”

- REVOLVEVLOVER (E; 46,3k) by @firethesound & zeitgeistic

The work Harry does is justifiable. It’s justice. He works for his country, and his country is a republic—the magical side, anyway. It’s not laudable work, it’s not work he’s proud of, but it’s necessary work. Harry has always taken the necessary jobs that no one else has the stomach for.

It’s just that he’s never deciphered a kill sheet and seen Draco Malfoy’s name on it.

Career Choices: Harry: Hit Wizard; Draco: Anti-Government Extremist

- Who we are in the shadows (E; 99,7k) by @quicksilvermaid

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise?

Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost.

But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy's world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself.

What happens when you’re forced to see that you were wrong?

- Draco Malfoy and the Heart of Slytherin (T; 34,9k) by sabershadowkat

At the heart of every Slytherin.

- The Boy and the Sleeping Prince (E; 26,7k) by @phoenix-acid & @writcraft

Harry is miserable and tired of being an Auror, coasting through life until he’s forced to make some changes. Spurred on by his passion for drawing and working with best-selling author Draco Malfoy, Harry develops a charm which gives children a magical, interactive reading experience. But when it’s time to test the spell, the two men find themselves trapped in a nightmarish fairy tale world. Can they escape unscathed, or is Draco right in his assertions that there is no such thing as a happily ever after?

Career Choices: Harry: Illustrator; Draco: Writer

- When Death Comes Calling (T; 2,6k) by @mystickitten42

It’s All Hallows’ Eve and as Harry investigates a string of seemingly related deaths, there’s one he hopes to prevent.

He looks over Harry’s shoulder and Harry turns too. They both see it, the dark translucent figure making its way to shore.

~ Or ~

Getting together in the face of Death. Literally.

- Servile (E; 68,5k) by calrissian18

“I would love anything you gifted me, My Lord, but this,” silver eyes, the same shade as the dragon that marked Harry's arm, glinted in his direction under the Death Eater’s hood, “is exquisite.”

- The Corruption Sequence series (E; 94,2k) by beren

Harry Potter is captured by Voldemort and the Dark Lord has plans for him that involve the essence of many different dark creatures. What Voldemort cannot know is that the presence of Draco Malfoy will affect the outcome of his plots and change everything.

- More Powerful Then Experience (M; 89,7k) by flightinflame

Harry's life changes when he is three, when his parents are murdered and the Dark Lord takes him to raise as his own.

Draco's life changes when he is six, when he finds himself given to a strange green-eyed boy who speaks Parseltongue and casts impossible magic.

Remus's life changes three years later, when a chance meeting proves to him that somehow James and Lily's son is still alive.

- The Gryffindor Prince (G; 6,3k) by @mfingenius

“Do not come near us again, evil Slytherins!” he exclaims, pointing his wand towards them again. Pansy and Blaise look more amused than anything, really, but they hold up their hands in surrender.

“Alright,” Pansy says, agreeably enough, a smirk on her face. “But Potter, Draco’s a Slytherin, like us. He’ll have to come back eventually.”

Harry’s eyes narrow, and, a moment later, he is throwing Draco over his shoulder, arm tight across the back of his thighs so he won’t fall, and Draco yelps.

Have fun reading!

#drarry #drarry fics #drarry fic rec #drarry rec list #my rec list #us vs the world vibe #hpdm #hpdm fanfic #harry potter x draco malfoy

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aziraphales-library · 6 days ago

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Hello there

First of all, a huge thank you for all the effort you put in for us to find stories we love.

I was just wondering if you have any stories along these lines

An "Accidentally Married AU" but not one where they get drunk and get married. More like one of them comes from a different culture/is some sort of creature and the other completes a mating ritual without realising. The closest I've found for this is here:

Don't Wake a Sleeping Bear(Dragon) - ZehWulf - Good Omens (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

But I was wondering if you knew of any others?

Your help is very much appreciated here!

Have a lovely day.

Hi! Here are some fics where they are accidentally married/bonded for reasons other than being drunk. Mind the tags on a couple of these!...

Intertwined by greygerbil (G)

After switching bodies, Aziraphale and Crowley have a matching small but persistent problem.

Vows by Bookwormgal (T)

Crowley certainly didn't do it on purpose. It wasn't something that he exactly planned. But a moment of desperation and stubbornness gave birth to the creation of something new. A bond forged of power, hope, devotion, love, and promises that he would never break. It isn't often that a demon metaphysically half-marries an angel.

Help, I Accidentally Married a Fae by fruchox (T)

Crowley hadn't meant to fall through a Faerie and into an accidental marriage with the Fae Ruler, Aziraphale. It's just that, as time passes, and as they overcome the problems that stand in front of getting Crowley home, he's not sure he wants to go back to his world after all.

The mortifying ordeal of being un-known by Gay_internet_mafia (T)

Tasked with securing a surrogate for the second coming he does not want to come, Aziraphale seeks out his demon. Only for Crowley to have no memory of him at all. Can they solve the mystery and see Crowley's memories returned? And what will he think of Aziraphale once they do?

I’m Your Landsailor by IneffableDoll (T)

In a small seaside town called Tadfield, one of the last places on Earth where humans and magic coexist, an exiled selkie and a human who ran away from her life accidentally get themselves married in the oldest, most binding sense. The two are forced to stay together until they can find a way to undo it and free the other from their accidental marriage. It sure would be complicated if they started to fall for each other in the process…

Offerings by fenrislorsrai (M)

“Come home with me then. Stay and talk.” “Are you… inviting me in?” They are nowhere near a building to go into. They are just reaching the first crossroad on a very long walk home. He is clearly asking something Anthony doesn’t quite grasp the meaning of, but can tell it is something huge and life changing. “I don’t know what that means. What does it matter if you’re everywhere and nowhere if I ask you to be somewhere?” Ế̵͇̠V̷̯̇Ĕ̷̞̬͠R̸̖̭͋Y̵̬̟̅T̶̜̺͠H̴̖͉̾I̸̦̠̽̽N̶̯̈́G̴̫͎͋ As a young man, Anthony saw Death and invited it in. Gave it a home. Gave it a life. Bought that time with the blood of others. Now he’s growing older. His last victim nearly took him. Death comes for everyone. Anthony accepts this. Knows he’ll die too. Have to leave Death alone. And Death can’t accept that. detailed notes about potentially triggering content at the start of each chapter. Rated M for graphic violence On healing from trauma and the importance of stories & rituals for dealing with that which would otherwise destroy us. On finding the words to describe what happened without those very words causing you greater pain. Also pining while married

And the one you mentioned...

Don't Wake a Sleeping Bear(Dragon) by ZehWulf (T)

Crowley's a mage on the run from goons from Lucifer's court, but a twisted ankle means he has to find a hiding spot for the night and fast. Luckily, there's a nearby, hopefully empty cave he can hide in! :D

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #accidental marriage #bonding #mind the tags #mod d

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rea-grimm · 1 year ago

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Hi, I hope you are well. Once again, one of your faithful followers (Luffy Dragon fan 💖) comes with a new request (if you can, obviously).

the last chapter of op made me realize that Sanji ignores and is less gentlemanly towards women who show signs of liking him. I wonder if we can get something where the reader is obviously in love with Sanji (corpse of the boyfriend) and he is completely indifferent or clueless about it, while following his behavior in love with other girls and being a great "dude, look what you have in front of you" "

xo ♥️ congratulations on the 2500 likes

Hi, I had quite tought week, but I’m better now. Hope you are well too. I’m happy to hear from you. You have really good request. ❤️

Hope you enjoy this.

Dude, look what you have in front of you- Corpse Sanji

You were head over heels in love with Sanji. Everyone on board knew it, but the only cook was completely blind to you. Yes, he treated you almost the same way he treated Nami or Robin. Although sometimes you had the impression that he took you more for granted. As a sidekick and nakama.

How you wished he felt for you the way you felt for him. To try to woo you like he tried to woo other girls who rejected him when they found out the truth.

You were sorry to see him melt over the other girls. How he got down on one knee and kept asking for their hand in marriage. You knew that was one of the main reasons he was among the living. His biggest regret.

When you saw him with other girls, it always made your heart skip a beat and you had to do everything you could to not let it show on yourself.

The new island was a new opportunity for the chef to find a new girl. You were out shopping and you passed a small square with a small group of beautiful girls among the people.

As soon as Sanji saw the beauties, he dropped his shopping bags and headed towards them. He showered them with compliments before getting down on one knee and asking for their hand in marriage. The girls were just giggling.

You picked up your bags and walked to the side with them when the wind picked up out of nowhere. This wind was a bad omen for Sanji as it blew his bangs to the side, exposing his eye. Or rather an empty socket where the eye should have been.

The girls he had been focusing on until now ran away screaming and left him kneeling on the ground alone, with a completely broken expression.

The cook walked over to you brokenly, lit a cigarette and took your bags, saying he would take them on the ship. He hated these reactions. It reminded him so much that he was no longer alive. Just a corpse waiting for a miracle.

You wanted to somehow improve his mood, so you used this opportunity and went to the shop you passed on the way. To a shop that sold prosthetics. From limbs, dentures, and eyes. You knew what eye colour to choose for him. No one else you knew had eyes as blue as his.

On the boat you gave him your little gift, like a little thing, a souvenir you would call it. The others were there too and they all saw how happy Sanji was. Heart in his eyes, he hugged you on his knees.

You and everyone else had already started to think that this would make the cook notice you and see how you felt about him. Nothing could be further from the truth as nothing has changed at all. As soon as another girl flashed past him, or Nami and Robin, his head was in the clouds.

Despite all this, you had the impression that it would end like this and sighed in disappointment. You felt like you were chasing an even more impossible dream than your captain was chasing.

You saw that things with Sanji were difficult and apparently impossible and you slowly gave up. You didn't even know how, but you found your solace in the swordsman and the doctor.

Both of them supported you and Zoro even offered to knock some sense into the cook. It sounded tempting, but you talked him out of it.

This small change didn't go unnoticed by Sanji and he got the impression that you had started something with the swordsman. He didn't understand at all what you saw in that mosshead. That's why he also went to see him, what was his problem, that you spent so much time with him.

Zoro didn't understand at all. It was the chef's bad luck, he had his chance with you. And even though you tried to act like you got over it, Zoro knew full well that you would do anything for a cook.

“Dude, look what you have in front of you,” he said instead, pointing over his shoulder at you. You stood with your back to them, playing the new board game he got in town with Chopper.

Sanji looked at you and he had no idea what mosshead was talking about. Robin, who heard everything, joined in. The two of them then explained it to him.

When Sanji finally saw through it, he made you a dinner with everything you liked as an apology and asked you out on a date. You could see in him that he was serious and so you decided to give him one more chance.

Sanji Masterlist

#one piece #one piece x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #undead sanji #Monster Piece

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taylor-swift-fosters-it-again · 1 month ago

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exams are upon us

“Manifesting my feminine energy.” - Keefe

“He’s stealing from the school.” - Dex

“I am the daughter of the village chief.” - Keefe

“Someone’s not voting. That’s just disrespectful.” - Tam

“You look like a Super Smash Bros. character.” - Sophie

“Good day to be a crewmate. I’ll tell you that.” - Marella

“Can you guys stop talking about me over there? It’s making me really mad. And sad. So.” - Dex

“Sorry, but I’m not kissing your hand.” - Tam

“I want sparkles coming out of my hand!” - Biana

“Aren’t the boomers all, like, dead, though?” - Linh

“Gen Alpha is its own thing. That I’m still scared of.” - Sophie

“It’s an omen that the Chiefs are gonna win the Superbowl.” - Fitz

“I like to hit people with my spatula.” - Tam

“When someone has an epileptic seizure, I’m like, COWARD! GET UP!” - Mr. Forkle (For legal reasons, this is a joke)

“When you’re with the homies, you can say whatever you want.” - Keefe

“What’s gonna happen, lightning is gonna come through the ceiling and strike you down?” - Marella

“Why are you asking me like I know?” - Sophie

“Just let me use deductive reasoning!” - Dex

“The BOX method remains undefeated to this day.” - Sophie

“Your grandma gave you a Chromebook?” - Dex

“Is that Officer? He looks like Anakin Skywalker.” - Keefe

#EXAMS ARE DESTROYING ME #kotlc #kotlc sophie #kotlc linh #kotlc keefe #kotlc fitz #kotlc biana #kotlc dex #kotlc tam #kotlc marella #kotlc mr forkle

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gods-favorite-autistic · 1 year ago

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Good Omens incorrect quotes:

Aziraphale: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Crowley, drinking toast: Why do you say that?

Aziraphale: Violence isn't the answer.

Crowley: You’re right.

Aziraphale: *sighs in relief*

Crowley: Violence is the question.

Aziraphale: What?

Crowley, bolting away: And the answer is yes.

Aziraphale, running after them: NO-

Aziraphale: Do you take constructive criticism?

Crowley: I only take cash or credit.

Aziraphale: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Crowley: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

Aziraphale: *Kicks the door down looking panicked*

Crowley: What did you do?

Aziraphale: Nobody died.

Crowley: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!

Aziraphale: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated.

Crowley: Killed without hesitation.

Aziraphale: No.

*how season 3 should start*

Aziraphale: Top 30 reasons why Aziraphale is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you!

Crowley: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

Crowley: You're right.

Aziraphale: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Beelzebub: I’m going to take you out

Gabriel: great, it’s a date!

Beelzebub: I meant that as a threat.

Gabriel: See you at five!

Crowley: *Walking in to a room* Sorry I’m late... I was... doing things.

*Sounds of running footsteps progressively getting louder*

Gabriel: *Out of breath* THEY PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKIN’ STAIRS.

Beelzebub: I made tea.

Crowley: I don’t want tea.

Beelzebub: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Crowley: Then why are you telling me?

Beelzebub: It is a conversation starter.

Crowley: That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Beelzebub: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

Aziraphale: This is bothering me.

Crowley: Well, you are digging up a corpse.

Aziraphale: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

Aziraphale: Whaddya call a fish with no eye?

Gabriel, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons

Aziraphale:

Aziraphale: fsh

Crowley: God, give me patience.

Gabriel: I think you mean 'give me strength'.

Crowley: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

Aziraphale: You know, not every problem can be solved with a sword.

Crowley: That's why I carry two swords.

Gabriel: So what’s for dinner?

Beelzebub, staring at the food they just burnt: Regret.

Muriel: Why are you on the floor?

Crowley: I'm depressed.

Crowley: Also I was stabbed, can you get Aziraphale, please.

Store Worker: Would a Mr. Fell please come to the front desk?

Aziraphale, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to Crowley and Muriel

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

Crowley and Muriel, simultaneously: We got lost :(

Aziraphale: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

Muriel: Sometimes I drink milk straight out of the container.

Crowley: The cow???

Muriel: What?

Aziraphale: Crowley, W H Y?

Aziraphale: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Crowley?

Crowley: … No.

Muriel: I do!

Aziraphale: I know, Muriel.

Muriel: I’m sad!

Aziraphale: I know, Muriel.

Muriel: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

Crowley: The car takes a screenshot.

Aziraphale: For the last time, get the fuck out.

Crowley: Aziraphale and I don’t use pet names.

Nina: I see. Hey, what are those things with the halos called again??

Crowley: Angel?

Aziraphale: Yes, dear?

Crowley:

Nina: Don't ever lie to my face again.

Muriel: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on.

Crowley: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Aziraphale isn’t

Aziraphale: We need a distraction.

Crowley: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises?

Muriel, whispering: My time has come

Aziraphale: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me

Muriel: Okay, but in my defense, Mr. Crowley bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo.

Aziraphale: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

Aziraphale: Crowley, keep an eye on Gabriel today. They're going to say something to the wrong person and get punched.

Crowley: Sure, I’d love to see Gabriel get punched.

Aziraphale: Try again.

Crowley, sighing: I will stop Gabriel from getting punched.

Maggie: Are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Crowley: I'm a knife.

Aziraphale, from across the room: They're the little spoon.

Aziraphale, driving Crowley and Muriel: So how was your day?

Muriel: We almost got surprise adopted!

Aziraphale: What?

Crowley: We almost got kidnapped.

Aziraphale: Oh, okay.

Aziraphale: *slams on the breaks* WAIT WHAT?

Aziraphale: You have to apologize to Gabriel

Crowley: Fine.

Crowley: 'Unfuck you' or whatever.

Crowley: Hey angel,

Aziraphale: Yes?

Crowley: Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?

Aziraphale:

Aziraphale: Where’s Gabriel?

Aziraphale: WHY. why did you give Muriel a KNIFE?!

Crowley: I’m sorry. They said they felt unsafe.

Aziraphale: Now I feel unsafe!

Crowley: I’m sorry.

Crowley: ... would you like a knife?

Muriel: Hey, Mr. Crowley? Can I get some dating advice?

Crowley: Just because I’m with Aziraphale doesn’t mean I know how I did it.

Aziraphale: Crowley and I are having a baby.

Muriel: That's gre-

Aziraphale, slamming adoption papers on the table: It's you, sign here.

Muriel: Are you sure this is the right direction?

Crowley: Certainly, I'm as sure as I am honest!

Aziraphale: In that case, we're definitely lost

Muriel: What do you think Mr. Crowley will do for a distraction?

Aziraphale: They’ll probably, like, make a noise or throw a rock. That’s what I would do.

*Building explodes and several car alarms go off*

Aziraphale: ... or they could do that.

Aziraphale: I trust Crowley.

Muriel: You think they know what they're doing?

Aziraphale: I wouldn't go that far.

Aziraphale: While I’m gone, Muriel, you’re in charge.

Muriel: Yes!!!

Aziraphale, whispering: Crowley, you’re secretly in charge.

Crowley: Obviously.

Aziraphale: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Crowley: *turning to Gabriel* How tall are you?

#featuring a lot of inneffable husbands #Crowley and Aziraphale being Muriel’s parents essentially #Aziraphale refusing to let Crowley drive with Muriel in the car #a tiny bit of inneffable bureaucracy #a whole lot of Crowley openly hating Gabriel now that he can’t get smited for that #bad influence Crowley #Maggie and Nina supporting the dumbass gays #they/them Crowley and Muriel #and just Crowley being my favorite character #maddy’s thoughts (taken straight from the brain)#good omens #good omens 2 #inneffable husbands #inneffable bureaucracy #incorrect good omens quotes

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aplaceinthedark · 1 month ago

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chapter 4: SOUL on my SLEEVE

Summary: The Appalachian Mountains hide numerous monsters, and it's up to Taylor and the Bad Omens to prevent them from causing any harm.

Word Count: 2.2k+

CW: Supernatural themes, one misgender, angst as in the cute couple argues, brief suggestion of sexual assault

Banner: @saradika-graphics

A/N: Sorry this one is so short. I got tired of looking at it.

This is RPF, and thus will contain real people, but names and events will be changed. If this bothers you too much, then please leave this temple without causing harm.

NICHOLAS

A FEW DAYS AGO

The past few days, he had been searching through the translated hex books to see if there was anything to be done about the Pale Things, or to prevent whatever might come lurking next. Unfortunately, the ones he had translated had mostly been about various methods of scrying or folklore-y ways to cure basic ailments. So he had to start working on the ones that still needed to be translated.

And then he wished he hadn't.

Nicholas did the first thing he could think of. Noah, we need to talk, he projected into the forest.

WHATEVER IT IS, I DIDN'T DO IT.

Nicholas let out a weary sigh, knowing that it would still transfer into Noah's mind. It's not about you for once–

WOW, RUDE.

Do NOT interrupt me. It's about what's causing the disturbances.

There was a moment of silence, in which Nicholas thought to prod, before he got a reply:

BE THERE IN A FEW.

It was more like a minute later when Nicholas heard the tell-tale creaking wood sound of Noah converting into human form, then the sound of him hurriedly walking to the door and opening it. Nicholas looked up just as he heard the clatter of antlers knocking against the doorframe; Noah reeled back and bit out the words, “Ow, fuck!”

“Watch the door,” Nicholas said flatly.

“Every time!” Noah swore once more, ducking his head as he entered. “What’s up?”

Nicholas sighed. “You’re not gonna like the answer.”

“I figured that out already. What did you find?”

Nicholas pointed to the two notebooks on the table in front of him: Granny’s hex book and his translation notes. “Since there’s no nice way to say it, I’m just gonna come out with it. The Stag was sacrificing people for a good reason.”

Those words had the effect he had anticipated on Noah. “What's that supposed to mean?” he growled, eyes nearly turning black.

“The forest needed something to keep it quiet, and the Stag gave it blood: your guys’ blood,” Nicholas explained. “When you took over, you didn't kill anybody ever since we… destroyed the cult. Nothing has been given to the forest, and now the darkness in it is waking up.”

Nicholas watched Noah's face slowly fall. After a few moments, Noah looked back up and quietly pleaded, “There's gotta be another way.”

“I… think I might've found one, but it's a lot more complicated,” Nicholas said.

“More complicated than killing someone?” Noah asked.

“Well…” Nicholas trailed off, then flipped through another hex book to a marked page. “Granny's great-grandmother once was a part of a ritual that was dedicated to the Green King–”

“Another form of the Watcher,” Noah said.

“Yeah, when they worshipped him before they found out the Watcher was in the form of the Black Stag,” Nicholas confirmed. The Watcher of the Woods had many faces in which different groups believed in, but it had been the Black Stag that had held dominion over the Woods for millennia.

And it was the Towering Man who now held the title.

“Alright.”

“Well, she uh… she went with a guy and they… Well, they fucked,” Nicholas said.

The blank face on Noah's was almost comical. “Okay?” he said. "How is that more complicated?"

“Because that guy, who I think might be my great-great-great grandfather, stood in for the Watcher. We don't really need a stand-in when we have the Watcher in a human form.” Nicholas motioned up and down.

“Yeah, well, you're gonna have to find a stand-in, cause no one is gonna want to go near a guy with these things growing out of his skull,” Noah bit out, pointing at the antlers that were nearly at their fully grown point.

“I said it was gonna be complicated," Nicholas said. “And believe me, I would love to fuck Taylor out in the Holler, but I can’t channel you when you're... out there.”

There was a beat of silence, before a diabolical thought popped into Nicholas' head. His eyes snapped up to Noah's at the same time Noah's eyes snapped to his; maybe Noah read his mind, or maybe he came to the same conclusion.

“There is no way–” Noah started.

“They already know about what you are!” Nicholas argued back.

“There's no way they would agree to it!” Noah snapped. “Are you listening to yourself, dude? You're talking about someone else fucking your girlfriend!”

“Partner!”

“Whatever! Just because they have the parts, doesn't mean it'll work!" Noah sucked in a breath. “Find something else. I'm not doing that.”

“And if I don't? It could take ages to go through the rest of the hex books. And we don't have that kind of time.”

Nicholas could almost see the war going on behind Noah's eyes. Nicholas didn't want Taylor to do this either, but if they had no choice? Either Noah kill as innocent person or fucking his best friend's partner?

Noah would have to swallow his pride.

But would Taylor?

TAYLOR

PRESENT DAY

You could hear a pin drop, or a book in my case, as the hex book slipped from my suddenly numb fingers. I caught Noah’s eyes following it. “What– Why me?!” I shouted.

“Told you they wouldn’t take it well,” Noah sighed.

My head whipped around to Nick, who visibly winced. “You thought of this?” I asked incredulously. “What?!”

“Taylor, it was the only thing I could come up with,” Nick said in a rush. He was slowly rising out of his chair, hands out like he was trying not to spook a wild animal. “You said it yourself; the other options were to hope someone would have sex with him, or he killed someone innocent.”

“So what, I’m the lesser evil? If I don’t do this, things will get worse?”

“Pale Things were just the start,” Noah said matter-of-factly. “If we don’t figure something out, other things will start coming back. Things like Folio or Jolly.”

Whatever the Thing that I saw in the library's parking lot came to mind. “But… you’re suggesting I… have sex with…” I trailed off, looking back at Noah.

Nick opened his mouth, but Noah cut him off. “What, am I so bad that you'd rather the evil come out of the Woods and attack people?” His upper lip twitched into a snarl as he pushed himself off the counter and rose to his full human height. The tallest points of his antlers nearly touched the ceiling.

“Noah.” I could hear the warning in Nick’s voice.

“No, I want to hear why they won't do it,” Noah snapped. “What’s your excuse?”

There was a moment of silence as I tried to register if he was serious or not. I sputtered out, “Well, isn't it obvious?!” Noah raised an eyebrow, and I realized that I'd have to spell it out for him. “Because I'm not in a relationship with you!”

“Semantics,” Noah scoffed. “The Woods don't care. Nick doesn't care either.”

“Dude, I do care. I care about Taylor, and I'm not gonna force them to do something they don't want to do,” Nick stated. He took his hair tie out, letting his long dark locks tumble down over his shoulders.

He then turned to me. “Believe me, if there was some other way, I wouldn't have suggested it. But we're running out of time.”

“When? The solstice?” I asked. It was less than two months away, but at least I would have two months to find another way.

Noah shook his head, but it was Nick who spoke. “Too long. We have to hurry this along, and this kind of ritual would need May powers.”

“B-but like, late May… right?” I asked, failing to keep the uneasiness out of my voice.

“The next Day of Power is May Day, the halfway point between the spring equinox and the summer solstice,” Nick said, grimacing. “Which is May First.”

I quickly looked over at the kitchen calendar. May First was next Wednesday. Less than a week away.

“You could've given me a warning!” I said through gritted teeth.

“We wanted to find another way, Taylor!” Nick shouted exasperatedly, sending the cats scurrying for the bedroom. His patience was snapping. “I didn't want to pressure you into doing this! But unless you have a better idea, this is all we got!”

I didn't have a better idea, and with two pairs of eyes on me, I could barely breathe, let alone think. I needed out.

“I need some air,” I said more to myself than the guys. I turned away from them to grab a jacket.

“Taylor, wait–” Nick started to say something, but I had purposefully walked past him and Noah to the back door to the back porch.

Currently, the back porch has been settled for an outdoor storage area. Empty plant pots dotted the space, some holding down a kiddie pool to keep it from blowing away. Pretty soon they would be filled with various ferns or flowers for Nicholas to grow, kept separate from the garden we had already plotted out.

Normally, I would sit at the glass table in one of the lawn chairs we had acquired, but various tools and smaller pots sat in them. And I was too frazzled to deal with the hammock. So instead I sat down on the steps that led down to the backyard. My toes curled as I hunched over, still cold and now slightly damp. At least the rain had stopped.

My mind was buzzing loudly. I had to have sex with Noah; someone who I would call a petulant little brother on a good day. The fact that Nick was actually encouraging it made it feel harder to comprehend.

I had never cheated on anyone. I had strong feelings about anyone who cheated on their partner. My first girlfriend had cheated on her boyfriend with me for several months, and I hadn't known until she broke up with me. Ever since then, I swore that I would never cause that kind of heartbreak.

But was this considered cheating?

“Hey.”

I looked up to see Noah's tall form looming over me. “What?” I asked flatly, not showing the whirlwind of emotions that was going on inside of me.

“You've been out here too long, and it's after dark. Nick got worried,” he stated. He then folded himself down next to me. The wood steps groaned under our combined weight.

“So why didn't he come out here instead?” I asked. Instead of looking up into his face, I focused on the intricate lines of green and black ink on his left arm. Over the winter, I had found the runes and images twisted within: a wolf howling at the moon, a fish jumping out of a river, an owl mid-flight. All tied together by Celtic knots and symbols of binding and power. It all ended at his wrist; the back of his hand was clear, unlike his right hand.

“Because he thinks you hate him and don't want to see his face right now,” Noah said.

“I don't hate him,” I muttered, turning away from him and resting my chin on my knees.

“You know, I didn't want to do this either.”

I looked up then. “Mainly because the thought of fuckng my best friend’s partner made my skin crawl. But I got over it, cause it was that, or kill somebody. Or the third, more horrible option.”

“What–”

“Also, this is gonna be hard for me, too, you know?” He said.

“Cause it's me? The bane of your existence?”

“No,” he scoffed, annoyed. “Because it's been more than five years since I've even had sex, and the last girl I had sex with stabbed me later that night.”

Elin… I had completely forgotten about her. No one liked to talk about her, so the only thing I knew about her was that she lied and told everyone that Noah ran away, and she was killed by him in revenge.

“I feel like my feelings are invalid,” I said.

“You've got five days to talk to Nick about this. I'm sure you two will figure something out.”

“You seem really sure for someone who was upset at me back in the house.”

“Because I thought it was something stupid like you thought I was ugly,” Noah said, “or some shit like that.”

I elbowed him in the arm, making him snort out a chuckle. He then grabbed the hood of my jacket as he stood up. “Come on. It's late and I don't wanna have to babysit you all night out here.”

Noah didn't follow me into the house, instead waiting outside the back door until I locked it. The inside of the house was dark. I managed to feel my way through the laundry room and into the kitchen, but I could easily tell that Nick wasn't in the living room. I tiptoed down the hall and into the main bedroom, where the shape of him rested under the blanket on his side of the bed.

I silently changed into pajamas before sliding under the covers to curl around Nick's warmth. As I wrapped my arms around him, my bare hands settled on his tummy, and the cold alerted him into wakefulness. “Tay?” he groggily asked, sounding as if he'd been asleep for hours.

“I love you, Nick,” I said over his shoulder. I felt his hand wrap around mine, and he gave them a small squeeze.

“I know,” he said before settling back into my embrace. I kissed his shoulder and tightened my hold on him, like I would never let him go.

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Hi! Hope you're having a nice day! So, I love your metas, however, I confess the, idk tecnicalities? logistics? of a twist that they've been together the whole time still puzzle me. What would the narrative purpose of such a reveal be? Why and how would it be put into the story? I guess what I'm saying is I'd really, really like you to be correct but I'm sadly still skeptical that it could actually happen :(

Hi! Thanks for the ask. Hope you're having a nice day yourself. :) I'll give you a cheeky answer and then a real one, if you don't mind. @procrastiel also asked me to talk more about "no nightingales" and it fit into the second half of my answer here so this is kind of a combination ask response to both of you.

This gif below this paragraph here? Yeah, this is *not* the scene from 1.01 that, when decoded from their language, says they're having sex. I am not being sarcastic-- it is *not* this scene. This scene is in that meta (which is being edited, so, soon) because how could it not be, really, but *this scene* is *not* that scene lol and, yet, some people still find the idea of them sleeping together surprising:

Anon, this is, like, the third, joint Crowley & Aziraphale scene in Episode 1.01 and that is consensual, mutually beneficial, kink. One that both has a sense of humor and puts a smile on your face, as Mrs. Sandwich would put it.

Let's thought experiment a bit here. Let's say this is the extent of it. It absolutely is not lol but, for the experiment, let's say it is. Let's say that they've never taken each other to bed, they've never lent each other a hand, so to speak, they've never anything else you're thinking of right now-- nothing. The most significant physical contact they will have ever had pre-2.06 in this thought experiment is holding hands on the bus on the way back from Tadfield which, as we all know, isn't a sexual thing. Anyone can hold hands and it was a long week, but let's say that's it. They would then *still* have a sexual element to their relationship and the show gave you that information in 1.01. What is happening in this scene is a form of sex. It's already in the show that they are having sex. Yeah, they're having more and different sex than this and yeah, there is evidence of it and yeah, meta finished soon, but honestly... there is actually *a lot* of suggestion of Crowley & Aziraphale sleeping together. For now, we'll just talk about this scene here...

Crowley liking to watch is such a thing that it's now a recurring joke on the show. You don't think that "can I watchhhhh" while he follows Aziraphale around the neighborhood in S2 wasn't Crowley self-deprecatingly poking fun at the fact that he's got a bit of a voyeuristic thing happening? "Can I slither over and watch you eat cake?" in Good Omens: Lockdown?... Anon. Girl.

Crowley isn't just scientifically intrigued by Aziraphale eating lunch. He's not just super happy that his pal is having a very delicious meal. He is very, very, very sexually into watching Aziraphale eat...which is to say that he's into watching Aziraphale allow himself to experience pleasure, in the face of the repression of the Heaven mentality... and Aziraphale isn't just indulging this in a one-sided way where, for whatever reason, he lets his best friend of 6,000 years get turned on watching him have lunch but they don't talk about it or something and Aziraphale lets it go because he's got no one else to talk to lol. Aziraphale is equally into this. It's easy to see why and the more the show tells you about Aziraphale, the easier it is.

Aziraphale, into Crowley watching him? Aziraphale, who painted every damn room in his house the color of Crowley's pretty, Va-Va-Voom Yellow eyes? Aziraphale, who has scene after scene after scene after scene of looking irritated and jealous at literally anything else Crowley is ever looking at and calls beautiful? lol That angel is into the undivided attention of the Serpent of Eden, ok?

Crowley made the stars in the sky. He's a creator and an innovator and an engineer and an artist. He's been on Earth since the start and has seen basically everything beautiful humanity has ever made. He drives one of the finest examples of human ingenuity-- his beautiful Bentley. He's seen The Pyramids and watched Da Vinci paint The Mona Lisa and saw first-run Shakespeare performed at The Globe. He has an eye for art and beauty... and he's the original temptress. It was Crowley who tempted Eve into eating the apple and when Eve ate that apple and discovered the pleasures of food, she and Adam created that whole Biblical fruits of knowledge metaphor by getting up to some other forms of pleasure soon after, so, Crowley is basically responsible for free thought and pleasure throughout all of human history since the Garden of Eden... and what drives him out of his mind with want is Aziraphale enjoying himself.

I mean, enjoying his food. Totally just his food. Only his food, Anon. *slight smirk*

Aziraphale is absolutely into that. Crowley likes to watch and Aziraphale likes being watched in that way. Crowley looking at him like he's more beautiful than nebulae and statues of Gabriel is attention that is absolutely welcome by Aziraphale. Two of his favorite things at once-- a luxurious, scrumptious lunch and a turned on Crowley. Aziraphale's ideal day lol. That angel is watching Crowley watch him and loving every minute of it. It's as delicious as his actual lunch. Look at that little glance over at him. C'mon lol.

They do this from time to time. What do you think the results are? What would happen if you kinky-lunched with your best friend and how low are the odds that this is the only sexual thing the two of you have managed to get up to in the 6,000 years you've been on Earth? When one of you is a raging hedonist and the other likes to take beautiful things apart to see how they work?

This scene and its character knowledge is dropped into the middle of the first episode of the show with zero context and 10/10 no notes that was the single most hilarious way this extremely funny show could have ever chosen to do this but this is something the show chose to not only tell us about but to then provide context for in 2.02.

They gave kinky lunch an origin story, Anon lol. They were like also, you should probably know about Bildad at the ox rib special... you see, that hot lunch from 2008 actually started in *2,500 B.C.* when Crowley offered Aziraphale some barbecue and Aziraphale, who had never eaten before, ate an entire ox while Crowley lounged in the corner with a jug of wine and fantasized about being Aziraphale's dinner and before you yell at me, Anon, for sexualizing barbecue when really, sometimes, one just loves a good cookout, I agree with you.

Enjoying food does not have to be a sexual experience. I mean, I've had some pasta that could have given me an orgasm but... what makes ox rib cellar night sexual isn't how much Aziraphale is like omg food is delicious, I eat now, maybe forever, this is amazing. It's how he *looks an aroused Crowley dead in the eye while fully aware of how into watching him Crowley is and then goes back to enjoying his barbecue.*

The next day, he's cracking Crowley up by using the ox ribs in their whole plot to save the kids by having that be what Sitis pulls out of Job's ribs. Gabriel and the angels think sex is rib removal so Crowley and Aziraphale are jointly, from across a room, like the previous night coordinating a kind of pseudo-sex to fool the angels and Aziraphale puts the ox ribs into the pseudo-sex, joking with Crowley about their own sex-that's-not-exactly-traditional-sex-but-was-way-more-sex-than-this from the night before. He winks at Crowley and gives him two thumbs up when he sets up the ox rib bit of it and Bildad was like do not laugh in front of the angels do not laugh in front of the angels...

It was absolutely an intentional joke on Aziraphale's part, poking light fun at their night of figuring out that they have a pair of wildly compatible, mutually arousing kinks that can bring them some fun and showing they have a sense of humor about themselves-- something that is on display a lot, actually.

They're very aware of this and very funny about it and it has been going on since 2,500 B.C., Anon. S2 was just like Bildad at the ox rib special was the first time they had a form of sex, fyi, so yeah, that's why I would not be surprised if S3 has some flashback where they're semi-dressed in Aziraphale's bedroom or something and the implication is that they also have sex that doesn't involve food. The show is also already saying that they do and other scenes already suggest it but we'll save that for the main meta on this topic.

Ok, so my less cheeky, more technical answer :)

To be clear about what I'm saying here so we're on the same page about what S3 could potentially maybe bring... I'm not saying that there's a 25 minute long minisode that's nothing but them getting busy. It would likely be a bit more subtle than that. I say that and then also they did drop food kink into 1.01 and had that hilarious Newt & Anathema scene in S1 so who knows lol but basically, I think there's a flashback in S3 somewhere that is a little more direct about the fact that they've been sleeping together and for a long time. It doesn't need to be anything wild. It doesn't even need to be anything but suggestive of it. A friend of mine thinks it's my The Blitz, Part 3 theory but that they're in bed when Greta gets into the bookshop. All I know is that it's suspicious to me that the only room in the bookshop they haven't really shown us so far is Aziraphale's bedroom. Probably because there's at least some subtle evidence of Crowley in it and they're dragging that out a bit. The one thing I do think though for sure is that we get the vavoom-y first kiss and it being a bonkers amount of time ago, to re-contextualize basically all of their scenes that come after it, which will wind up being most scenes. I don't presume to be correct about details about stuff we haven't seen as I would not dream that I could predict the how, just maybe that I've got the overall vibes right at this point. I won't place any bets about how they'd work in a more direct implication of sex. I might on The Vavoom, though. I've got a solid feeling about that.

For the record, I wouldn't really consider them in bed a twist (as you might have gotten from the tone of this meta lol) but I can see how some people would. If your skepticism is coming at all, even in part, from a place of something like this just not frequently done on tv, I'd say, well, you might have also thought they weren't going to kiss, either, and *gestures in the general direction of Every and doesn't gif it because we've all been through enough* lol. The show is very, very queer-friendly and has a showrunner and actors who seem game enough so none of that is really an impediment to this.

Good Omens is telling its story out of chronological order, for the most part, for what amount to two main reasons: because it lends additional meaning to its themes and because it's fun as hell. The narrative purpose of adding additional context to Crowley & Aziraphale's relationship is to add to your understanding of it because your understanding of it is one of the main ways the show is conveying a lot of its themes. They are the story so adding context to the story to drive meaning is never is not without narrative purpose. By telling the story out of sequence, you wind up engaging your audience to focus more on what you're saying in every scene because you've taught them to look for the layers you're building.

Good Omens told you "no nightingales"-- had Crowley use nightingales and confirm that it's a word in his and Aziraphale's language-- in the same scene in which they showed you them kissing for the first time (and, for them, the worst time lol) to help bury the lede that this other scene earlier in the season is actually telling you about their first kiss. (By setting this up, they now have to show you it, suggesting it's in S3.) The other scene is obviously Crowley taking advantage of the fact that Aziraphale just asked him to play Cupid (and called Crowley romantic in doing so, btw-- "I don't think she [Maggie] knows how to conduct a courtship" implying that Aziraphale feels that Crowley does and that's why Aziraphale has run to his very romantic partner for help). Aziraphale is asking him to help the shop lesbians fall in love and Crowley uses the moment to demonstrate that romantic side by describing back to Aziraphale their first kiss as, to him, the epitome of romance:

Good Omens intentionally shows you stuff and then gives you more context that helps you understand it later. It spent two seasons getting you to know more about nightingales than Sir David Attenborough for the express purpose of eventually answering your question in 2.06. The question: do all these references to these romantic birds really mean that Crowley & Aziraphale are aware of them and the nightingales mean something to them or are the nightingales just a metaphor for them?

And even if a part of you was still going awfully interesting choice of metaphor since this is all romantic as all hell the whole time, you're still not sure until 2.06 if it's symbolism and metaphor and if the show is ever going to weave it totally into Crowley & Aziraphale directly, even if a few clues seem to suggest that they have been doing so all along. Like that "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square" is playing on the piano at The Ritz in S1 (implying one of them either asked or magically influenced the pianist to play it, implying that it's their song/a song with meaning to them/their parallel to Ineffable Bureaucracy's "Everyday", as we'd say after S2.) Most significantly, that Aziraphale in 1967 seems to be referencing it in a coded way when he tells Crowley that maybe, one day, in the future, they could dine at the Ritz, in a scene that's almost impossible to read as anything but a discussion about their relationship.

Cut to 2.06 when Crowley busts this out:

The show is now like remember when we taught you that nightingales are symbolic of romance? Well, we had to so that you'd understand that here is nightingales being used by Crowley as the shorthand word in their language for their romance. We taught you that dining at the Ritz is the act of trying to live live a little more openly with that romance, as well as meaning to literally dine at the Ritz, and that it's a reference to the lyric in "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square." Here's Crowley talking about it. Here's him using the word nightingales in a coded way and Aziraphale understanding him. Here's confirmation of this word existing between them as the word they use when talking about this romance of theirs long before this scene in 2.06 takes place. Here's confirmation that they are in a romantic relationship with one another. Crowley using "nightingales" and Aziraphale understanding him means that it means their romantic relationship in their language... which means they have a word for their romantic relationship in their language... which is to say that they have a romantic relationship.

People do have romantic relationships without having kissed one another before or without having sex but do beings who kinky lunch? Probably not. No nightingales recontextualizes the kiss in its same scene for us the way that Crowley lifting the magic for a moment as he walked away in Job's courtyard recontextualized what had happened earlier in that scene for Aziraphale. When Crowley got Aziraphale to see the crows were the key, Aziraphale understood what had just happened in the scene. When, in 2.06, Crowley says no nightingales, it's for us, this time. Not Aziraphale. He already knows how to speak their language. Even if it's the first time *you've* seen them kiss, no nightingales exists to show you that it's not the first time they ever have.

You don't have a word in a secret language unless you need it. You don't talk about a romantic relationship with one another that you don't have. Crowley pointing to Heaven the way he did when he had Muriel arrest him and saying no nightingales is Crowley saying their romantic relationship, at that moment, felt incompatible with Aziraphale going to Heaven. Heaven means no nightingales-- no romance. He doesn't know how they can continue *the romantic relationship that they already have* if Aziraphale is leaving.

2.06 is not their first kiss; it is probably the worst kiss they've ever had and they've had thousands. It was desperation in the failure of surface communication and double speak alike both seeming to fail them in the moment. Aziraphale touches his mouth with a shaking hand after Crowley leaves and thinks about how he wants him to come back and do it again because imagine loving your soulmate for six millennia and it's going to end with that kiss. This is not a show that's going to permanently break your heart here. Everyone basically already knows how it ends and it's sweet. It's called Good Omens. You really think a show like this is going to make these two adorable supernatural dorks that are its protagonists have had a depressing first kiss? Especially when they're already hinting at how they're going to reveal in S3 that it was really the complete opposite of one? And that it was a really, really long time ago...

If you look back on the nightingales references prior to this, right, you realize that this word has existed in their vocabulary for a long time. "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square" was playing on the piano at the end of S1 so nightingales was already in their vocabulary then. They were already involved romantically in S1. The scene as they agree to go to lunch ahead of the end of S1 has Aziraphale saying that they should go to The Ritz and when we get in there and see them at lunch, we realize we've already been here with them in the first episode and that the show chose to only tell us in the season 1 finale. They tell you things and then add in context to give them additional layers of meaning later.

They dined at The Ritz in 2008 for the first time in 1.01, doing what Aziraphale had suggested in 1.03, so there are nightingales in the beginning, middle and end of S1 pretty directly. Aziraphale having suggested this in 1967 means that nightingales already meant romance to them then. It's *why* Aziraphale uses dining at the Ritz to describe having that more open romance as something he would like-- literally and metaphorically. It comes from the song, which was first performed in 1940. It suggests that the references to this song for them probably tie to The Blitz in 1941, which we almost certainly have a Part 3 to coming in S3. It would be a safe bet "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square" is in it somewhere. Whatever happens then will also wind up re-contextualizing the "no nightingales" moment and adding additional meaning to it that we don't yet know but we know enough already to understand that nightingales = romance.

But when Crowley says no nightingales in 2.06, he frames it by asking Aziraphale to stop and listen, in a reference to the formation of their secret language in the Job courtyard. In a reference to those other birds-- crows-- that hid the goats and formed the basis of Crowley's name. Nightingales and dining at the Ritz might have existed for them since WW2 as words but there were other words that pre-date it and by framing the nightingales comment in such a way as to also reference Job, it's a reminder of how their romance isn't new. It's thousands of years old. The crows were nightingales, long before they ever admitted it, let alone got a song.

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spotlightlowlife · 1 year ago

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Alastor hazbin let down

By overhype and a lack of tone setting.

He isn't creepy

Try as they may, the glitchy effects just tell me that this is a quirky character, only most of the cast are quirky in character just not too flashy.

Nobody is particularly menacing, including Alastor who so far has been a bit menacing to a character who isn't going anywhere and unnamed extras who not even Charlie 'everyone is worthy', 'these are my people/family' cared about.

His secrets mean nothing to anyone

Where has he been for seven years? The same absence period of Lilith? Who cares?

What Alastor knows is what the audience and clueless Charlie doesn't, but others do.

All someone else's talk

In the pilot it was Vaggie who let us know who exactly Alastor was and ehat he was capable of, she wanted no part of him around, but nothing to loose, no opinion in the matter Charlie did.

Mimzy in her passing visit told us more about him, she actually bought his character down to earth a little which was actually a good thing, Mimzy let us know that Alastor could be fun, reminded us that he had a whole life, she offered us a time frame of his existence and let us know he has friends/acquaintances/connections.

Though the 'bringing down to earth' negative aspect would happen too this episode, through no doing of Mimzys but entirely of Alastors. Unfortunately Alastor appears to have cut off Mimzy as a friend, leaving him with a shorter reach.

Any other reputable character steals his spotlight

Alastair was outshone by Mimzy, who literally interpreted his song baiting the actual devil. In this episode he showed that he wasn't all too composed when not in control of the situation or when outclassed, his attitude to Lucifer case in point, who he can't possibly topple any time soon in any way. All would be fine if we got to see what he did about it when he had time to himself or what he would do when things escalated, a missed opportunity being in the last episode he would lose to Adam, which was great, Alastor gave off overconfidence and lack of interest as usual, but by now we have seen how much he wishes to insert himself among those higher, only for him to treat Adam like a nobody - how did he feel about the looming danger he was in and not being in the same ballpark as someone who felt confident enough to challenge? Who knows, he as good as drifted away like piss in the ocean.

We didn't learn of any particular interest or reason for lack of in Adam, for someone who does so much research.

Between these encounters, Rosie too managed to stand out more than him as his confidant who successfully run an operation, had a clear goal, seemed unconditionally helpful, a people person and got through to Charlie with nice enough advice and a ear to listen.

He struggles to keep up an act, something that's not utilized at all when it could be

Being overactive to Lucifer, showing dislike for no apparent reason and dropping the bomb seems like it was meant to get a laugh out of the audience, only for Alastor to go on to continue tormenting Charlie's dad and to build a rivalry. If a rivalry was the intention then the usual composed attitude would have fit. If there's a reason for a hatred he struggles to contain, it's a shame the time wasn't made to delve into this.

Significant characters could have done with more time in general honesty.

In other media we have Good omens had composed and sweet angel Azraphale drop an unexpected but very understandable fbomb (which may have been the first of the series) when he accidentally lost his body of 6000 years. There was a build up of the looming end of the world, years of preventative work going to waste, nobody listening and a pest in his home.

HH really missed a beat in having a character like Alastor first snap for no particular reason.

In other media, Durarara did excellent at deconstructing and humbling an unbothered and mysterious troll character, this being Izaya. In this supernatural series he would manage to stand out and consistently be a strong villain/antihero, managing to not become lesser dispite going from a menace holding a number of cards who claimed to love humans, to being proven to be a human with the introduction of his sisters, his very uncomplex backstory and generally getting dealt with by the series's most illusive gangsters.

Coherence could make things work, hopefully there's less going on next time and the ensemble cast can be dispersed out a bit better.

Better luck next time Alastor

#hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel critical #good omens #durarara #hazbin hotel criticism #hazbin hotel fandom #character comparison

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denimbex1986 · 1 year ago

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'...In season 2, Gaiman and his co-writer John Finnemore takes us beyond the pages of the original book and focuses on the millennia-lasting connection between the book-loving angel Aziraphale (Michael Sheen) and the demon Crowley (David Tennant), who cares more about saving humanity than he'd care to admit.

While fans are certainly eager to see more of Aziraphale and Crowley, actors Sheen and Tennant were also more than happy to reprise their roles. "It was very pleasing to slip back into those slightly too-tight trousers," Tennant joked to me about donning Crowley's wardrobe once more. I talked to him about "Good Omens 2" before the SAG-AFTRA strike, and we touched on how season 2 even came to be, what it was like to have Jon Hamm's amnesiac Gabriel throw a wrench into Crowley and Aziraphale's relationship, and — for a brief moment — about fan fiction.

With the first season, there was the source material from the book, but season 2 is new territory. How did Neil [Gaiman] pitch season 2 to you, and when did he pitch it to you in the process?

It gradually came into focus over a couple of years, probably. I mean, from the initial idea that there might be more story to tell, which probably had its genesis way, way back as a sort of fantasy idea, really, where we were shooting [season] 1.

And then [season] 1 came out, and I think from that point, there was a slow realization that actually there might be more to come. Neil was clearly excited at the idea, and I think Amazon were keen to do it. And Michael and I were thrilled that we would get to return to [these] characters. We always thought it was a one-off. That was how it was pitched. That's what we were contracted for. When we started off on that journey, there was never a sense to go further, but what a treat that it was going to. And I think Neil would drop us little nuggets down the months and years, really.

Then there was a point, now when would it have been? I was in Romania filming "Around the World in 80 Days." Michael was, I can't remember where he was, but we had a Zoom call together where Neil read us the first scene, the opening scene, which is, if you've seen it, you'll know we meet a very youthful Crowley and Aziraphale, very much way back at the beginning of time. And Neil read that out to us over a Zoom call and then gave us a quick sketch of what the rest of the series was going to be. He told us some of the other writers that he was working with, and some of the early ideas, and he told us how it ended. That was all worked out, and it just felt delicious, really. I mean from that moment on, it just felt like it was always meant to be. It felt like it was such a perfectly formed idea. I think it's fair to say that Michael and I didn't need much persuading.

One thing I love about both seasons is that Aziraphale and Crowley are definitely an odd couple, but in "Good Omens 2," they're an odd couple who gets a toddler — at least in the first few episodes with Gabriel.

Yes, yes. That's a very good logline. Yes. The odd couple with a toddler.

I have a toddler, and some of the lines, I was like, "Is Neil in my house taking audio of my child?" Because you had the established dynamic with Michael for Crowley and Aziraphale in the first season, how did the dynamic change in those scenes with the two of you and with Gabriel when he's in that toddler state?

Well, I suppose it's Gabriel's very presence that changes it, isn't it? I mean, he's the grit in the oyster there, because I think they've just about managed to figure out a way of existing separately and together without their head offices ruling their lives. They're living with existence in the shadows on Earth and actually having probably quite a reasonable time. I mean, Crowley's living in the back of his car, which isn't ideal, but they're bumping along, and they can spend time together with less of the threat of being told off for it.

The absence of heaven and hell has actually been quite a good thing for them on the whole. So to have Gabriel revisiting is a bit of a disaster. Especially — I mean, he did try to discorporate Aziraphale and that Aziraphale was actually Crowley at the time, and that's not something Crowley's wanting to forgive. So to have Gabriel back in their midst and inexplicably amnesiac at the same time, it's not really what they needed and it's not helping them to keep their heads down. So it's brilliant in terms of setting these characters off on a new story and taking them to places they didn't imagine they would ever have to go. It's a fantastic device and like you say, yes, it's a bit like the odd couple with a kid, or two supernaturals and a baby, something like that. And I think that's the joy, isn't it? If there's characters that you know and love, you just want to spin them into a situation that they've not been in before and sit back and enjoy it.

Another thing in season 2, and I'm going to keep this spoiler-free, but there are a lot of flashbacks to other points in time, which you got a little bit of in the first season. But I think we get more of it here, and one of the things with those flashbacks is that you, especially as Crowley, get to wear the most magnificent costumes. What was that like for you, to embody these clothes and portray Crowley through all those different points in time?

Who wouldn't get a kick out of being able to reimagine what that version of Crowley would've been? Because unlike Aziraphale, who tends to be a bit more conservative in the way that he addresses whatever period he's living through and in some ways sort of changes very little, Crowley leans into wherever he is and tries to find the zeitgeist of the moment and chew it up and spit it out a little bit. So from a design point of view, that's great fun. Obviously, Kate Carin, our costume designer, was allowed to run riot, because you get to design a period look and then add another 25% on top of it. And Stevie Smith, who designs my makeup on it, gets to find new ways of sticking facial hair on me. And it's hugely fun to play, and hugely fun for everyone to create.

And those little stories — the stories within the story — to get to see those characters at different points in their existence, it's a treat. It was always Michael and I's favorite bit of the first [season], that sequence — episode 3 where you saw them traipsing through history. And so it was delicious that there was more of that in season 2, and they're very much crafted at specific points in the story to illustrate an element of how Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship has developed over the millennia and why they are where they are now. So they're not just indulgences for us all. They're very specific plot points to tell.

I'm sure there's fanfic out there that's similar to what we see of Crowley and Aziraphale, and it's interesting to see the official version of it.

Yes. I mean, I've experienced some fanfic in my time. I think it's best, probably not for me [to read]. Sometimes you find yourself doing some very, very extraordinary things. So perhaps I'll leave that ....

No, I think that's wise on your part. And then for my last question, it just looks like you're having fun when you're playing Crowley —

I wouldn't want you to imagine anything other than very, very hard work. Very difficult, very dull, very boring. I'm never enjoying myself at all.

Yeah, no, of course not! But for Crowley, is there anything you do to get into that mindset?

It was interesting going back for series 2, because there's been quite a gap between filming 1 and 2, and I was a little bit concerned that the voice or the walk or whatever else it might be have slightly left me. But once I was staring at Michael Sheen's bleached white hair and his ... oh, I could be rude. I'm not going to be rude. So no, it all sort of seemed to come back fairly easily, to be honest. I felt, there's certainly, it's a very pleasing character to inhabit and all that full cynicism that he splashes around himself, which actually hides, I would say, a heart of gold, although Crowley would never admit that himself. It was very pleasing to slip back into those slightly too-tight trousers. It really was a pleasure. It was great fun.'

#David Tennant #Michael Sheen #Good Omens #Neil Gaiman #Terry Pratchett #Series 2 #Crowley #Gabriel #Jon Hamm #Aziraphale

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mixtape-racha · 1 year ago

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angel with a shotgun - k.th

part of the aria birthday series ˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 (will eventually get a part 2)

words: 1k // warnings: light angst, established relationship, supernatural au, werewolf!reader

some would say kang taehyun was a villain. a scoundrel, a thief. others would say he was a bad omen. but their opinions didn’t matter - not to him anyway. the only person whose opinion meant anything was yours.

you and taehyun had been together for a little over a year, and you’d never had anything but a good word to say about him. he was your angel, your light in the dark, and your escape when home seemed too suffocating.

to you, finding taehyun when you did was nothing short of a miracle. he seemed to have made his way into your life when you needed him the most, and you’d rather be burned alive at the stake before letting him go.

finding love as a…. creature of your predicament was difficult enough. while supernatural beings were far from hidden to the human world, most still saw you as a threat. or worse, a disease to be washed out. so yeah, as a werewolf, love and relationships weren’t something your life was given in abundance.

at first, you thought taehyun was just… different. a human who wasn’t afraid, or eager to trap you. nor was he on the opposite end of the spectrum - he wasn’t one who fetishized supernatural beings, saw them as a toy to use and keep as simply a sexualized pet. and it was nice to be with someone who had no ulterior motive. a breath of fresh air.

until it wasn’t - he’d been acting strange. canceling dates last minute, never staying over when he promised to. its like he was hiding a whole part of himself from you, and it frightened you. gave you ample reason to put those protective walls back up, and disconnect yourself from romance once again.

but the worst part was how much it hurt. you truly thought taehyun was different, would be better than anyone you’d attempted to bare yourself to before. that's why after a few days of moping when he canceled yet another date, you’d decided enough was enough. if he truly wanted you, he’d need to reciprocate your energy. and if not… well, he could at least have the balls to tell you to your face.

it was creeping towards 4 in the morning on a saturday when your late night drive dragged you outside taehyun’s apartment building. you assumed it was your subconscious telling you to get answers, and you knew you had to do it eventually, so why not now? you knew he was at home and awake - the light of his balcony was on, and you could see the shadows on the tv playing.

the elevator ride up to the fifth floor filled you with dread - brain working overtime to give you visions of all the worst case scenarios that could play out. even as you approached his door and raised your fist to knock, your heart was fluttering at an alarming speed.

you knocked gently, fully aware that he had neighbors that wouldn’t appreciate being disturbed at such an unsociable hour, and tried to calm yourself before taehyun saw you in such a state.

but when the door swung open and he realized you were standing on his doorstep, he looked more surprised than you could have imagined.

“y/n? what are you doing here? … why are you out alone at this time?!”

he was quick to drag you into the apartment, the door swinging closed behind you. you cringed as it slammed, pulling your arm from taehyun’s grip as you grappled with how to go about your feelings next.

“expecting someone else? you of all people know i’m more than okay being outside alone at night, tae.”

his expression softened at your words, and it was hard to deny the butterflies you felt when he visibly relaxed and took your hands in his.

“what’s going on, hmm? talk to me.”

“i think you need to do the talking, really,” you half-smiled with a slight shrug of the shoulders. “you’ve been acting so… weird lately. did… do you wanna break up or something?”

taehyun’s eyes widened and he shook his head fast, the shock and confusion evident on his features.

“no! no, of course i don’t! why would you think that?”

you sighed, pushing away from him once more to pace across his apartment hallway.

“why? maybe because you’ve been so distant! i feel like i’m the only one putting any effort in, like you don’t want me as much as i want you.”

he lead you into the living room, gesturing for you to sit on the couch so he could explain himself, and you were more than eager to listen. anything to get answers to all the questions running through your mind lately - to put your doubts at rest.

“i’m..” he sighed, hands rubbing at his temples as he tried to formulate the words he wanted to convey. “i don’t want to mess this up, okay? i’ve been… i’ve been trying to learn more about werewolf culture. about– about your courting ways, how to track when you’re going to go into heat, what you can’t do and what will make your inner wolf happy. i want to be good to you, and i don’t want to do something wrong.”

and oh, how your heart ached at the pleading expression on his face, as if he was begging you to forgive him. when in fact, there was nothing to forgive. he had actually achieved a great step - he had officially done more for you than anyone ever had before, and you could cry with how grateful you were.

“tae.. that’s– you’re amazing. i’m so sorry for overreacting.” your eyes welled with tears and he rushed to wipe them away before they could fall, cradling your head to his chest - his heartbeat instantly calming you.

“don’t be silly, you have nothing to be sorry for, yeah? now.. since you’re here, and its so late, why don’t we head to bed?”

god, you couldn’t think of anything better.

taglist: @pretty-racha @demetrisscarf @bangtancultsposts @watariisbestboy @yevene @zuzuhasablog @popesfirstluv @zuzuhasablog @hearts4tubatu

#mixtape-racha #mixtape-racha fic #aria birthday trilogy ˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 #txt x reader #txt smut #txt fic #tubatu #txt taehyun #taehyun x reader #kang taehyun #taehyun x you #taehyun x y/n #kang taehyun x reader

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aid-daily · 12 days ago

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why im quitting being a daily

(lots of yappin under cut and this isnt gonna be written that seriously so srry)

when i first joined dailyblr, i had way to much time on my hands since i was in summer break . but when school rolled around again , i couldnt think abt anythin BUT aid-daily . like oh god what if i run out of words what if i blah blah blah . it got so bad to the point where I got a fucking 75 (failing) on my report card for FIRST QUARTER. i eventually just lost all motivation too , especially with how much i had goin on at the time .

i think everythin went downhill when i joined the dv discord server . like yeah i met sum cool people i somewhat related to (shoutout to specifically omen , rein , leaf , and apollo , yall were amazin to talk to) but also like there was so much . drama . i feel partially at fault for it , since it all only happened after i joined (and yknow butterfly effect and stuff) but all the toxicity made me give up . it made me feel so dead inside every day and i just gave up bein a daily .

another reason why i gave up being daily was because of my lore. i had SO much lore in this brain of mine for Aid and the girlies at lvjy daily, but i knew no one would give two fucks so i just gave up . i spent so many fucking nights brainstorming and staying up late queuing and thinking about lore only for all those posts to only get like what , 6 notes ? 10 if im even lucky ? it all felt like i was doing so much for nothing . and like i would see other blogs having full on threads when i was only apart of 1 so . it kinda felt like there might be "some" favoritism and also i just felt really jealous which made me feel even worse.

thats kinda it i just wanted to ramble about my stupid opinions on the dv

have a good day or night or afternoon . im going to bed its 1.50 am and i have to wwake up at 4. gn aid lovers this is the last you'll see of this and lvjy daily and hks daily

-- @junos-cacophony

#dailyblr #dailyverse #very important post #half serious post #not incomplete daily words #ooc aid

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mohgreal · 8 months ago

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Morgott analysis/essay ?

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Errrm Morgott thoughts ☝️🤓

sure

Morgott is the frist demigod you find in Limgrave, and if you choose to have some braincells and explore the rest of Limgrave; You'll have npcs talk about him and how you should fight him.

Now I did just that on my first playthrough and I got WRECKED. Despite having ten hours in and a bleed build, it was like a year since I last played a fromsoftware game (last time was dark souls 1 before that) and I played it like Dark souls 1 instead of playing it like Elden ring. Now because I enjoyed everything else so far I didn't want to give up yet so I was grinding my ass off in order to beat Margit.

When I tell you I finally did it was when we both died at the same time but the game registered him dying and I was so happy after banging my head against a wall for like six hours trying to beat him.

Anyway, fast forward in my first playthrough when I got to Lyndell and I saw his crusty toes again, I knew I was going to have to fight him again and I was ready to get my revenge (and get demolished again) Except, I beat Morgott in like less then ten tries. Then I thought about the rest of the game and I realised that because I was getting swept by Margit so hard I learned how to play the game. I learned how to dodge and have fast enough reflexes for every single other boss in the game that I never had to look up a guide again (thats a lie I looked up a guide for rennala, radahn and elden beast but shhhh)

Anyway after I read his remembrance of him protecting the erdtree but not being loved back I was really sad that my fluffy friend who hates me has a sad backstory so I looked into his lore.

I found how he was kept in a sewer and I was sad as hell but it also gave me more of a reason to beat up Marika(Radagon) up so....

Anyway lore wise, Morgott is the opposite of Mohg who everyone knows I ramble about; He wears Rags, has low self esteem, struggles with being the hornsent/omen king of Lyndell, and so on.

He learned to love what hated him, and because of that in death he is granted a death as a human by the greater will hence why he looks like a dried raisin when you kill him.

Morgott is my fren even if he literally bashed my head with a stick for six hours

gif for good measure ^_^

and yes this ignores sote lore because im not bothered to look into sote lore when it character assassinated my favs whoops

#morgott the grace given #morgott the omen king #margit the fell omen #elden ring #mohgreal #mohgreal posts #eldenring

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caramel1mochi · 1 year ago

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One Hazy Winter [Iso x F! Reader] [3]

[ Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 ]

Genre: Angst, fluff ‎

TW: Heavy depression ‎ ‎

Words: 6k ‎

Synopsis: One winter before his disappearance, you told your boyfriend Yu about a question you’ve had for so long; one even he could hardly respond to. It took many more hopeless winters for you to finally have your answer.‎

Note: Please don't copy or steal my work and pass it off as your own! If you'd like to use one of my headcanons or something, I'd love it if you tagged or asked. Also I know I'm late BUT DID YOU GUYS SEE THE VOICE MESSAGE FROM OMEN??‎ Omen's VA decided to casually display pure wrath without even warning us first oh my god ‎

。+❤ฺ·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ· +❤·。❤ฺ·。+❤ฺ·

Winter, present day.

‏‏‎ ‎‎ ‎

You spent the past thirty minutes standing and harshly scrutinising the plant.

Now, though it had grown into a tree with vines after two months, you noticed something today that made your heart drop. The leaves were starting to curl in an unnatural manner; their edges were dry, they were brown, and there were small holes just barely forming on them. The stalk was beginning to look weak. And though you’d watered it only a day ago, the soil looked drab and grey, as if you had neglected it all this time. It took two months of work only for this to happen.

This sight was… very upsetting to you. But you weren’t exactly sure what to expect. You clenched your fist and heaved a sigh, turning your gaze to the vinyl flooring beneath you.

You’d just gotten back into gardening after so long; why would you expect things to work out on the first try? It took you your entire childhood before you could effortlessly walk back from your balcony with an impressive harvest like you were cutting loaves of bread.

Then a soft voice came up from behind.

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‘Is it dead?’

‎ ‎

Yu asked. There was a peculiar echo in his words, and you recognised that sound. He wasn’t in the living room; he was on the balcony, where you used to keep your bigger trees before they all died.

‎ ‎‎ ‎

“I… I think so.”

‎ ‎

Despite knowing that he was only an illusion conjured up by your mind for comfort, you still responded. And those were the only words you could muster. But they didn’t match what you said when he actually asked you that question.

‎ ‎

‘I assumed it was. The leaves, they… tipped me off.’

‎ ‎

He said it with an awkward smile, slipping his hands into the deep pockets of his hoodie.

Yu needn’t explain himself. There was no shame in not knowing everything about the world. But for some reason, he felt like he had to with you.

…

‎ ‎

“Stop talking to me.”

‎ ‎

You balled your fists.

Yu was a memory. A distant one. Like everyone else. His responses didn’t match the current situation; they only matched what you said in the past.

Back then, though that day was horrible, it felt like there was a glimmer of hope with him around. Light at the end of the tunnel. Something to keep you going.

But that was before.

You rubbed your forehead and closed your eyes, allowing– heck, even welcoming the sensation of grief so it could envelop you once more. Like the heavy rain of a thunderstorm, it weighed on you, and you were moments away from giving in and laying in your bed for the next few hours.

You weren’t sure why the plant was dead. You watered it, gave it fertiliser, and gave it enough sun, but you just couldn’t figure out why. All of your knowledge of gardening has escaped you. The one simple hobby that was on par with sleep, given how easy it was… Now, all of it was way over your head.

Maybe you shouldn’t have taken Ying’s advice. Maybe you should’ve just accepted that the hobby was a dwindling memory, and you should look into something else or just… I don’t know, give up?

That sounded like the easiest option.

‎ ‎

Then, your phone buzzed in your pocket. The distinct ringtone let you know that it wasn’t just anyone. It was your boss, Ying. It took you a few seconds to pull it out and read the text.

‎ ‎

‘Good evening!’

‎ ‎

She sent an emoji to accompany her chummy text.

‎ ‎

‘How are you?’

‎ ‎

You stared at your phone for a few seconds, not minding the painfully bright light it exuded. So bright, it stood out against your dreary and dim environment. But the thought of adjusting the brightness felt like too much right now.

Though you were online, you didn’t type anything in response. And the very silence tipped her off enough to switch the topic.

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‘How’s the plant? Is everything going okay?’

‎ ‎

Of course. You should’ve expected this.

You weren’t sure why she kept asking about it every other morning when you came to work. Ironically enough, though you didn’t connect the dots, Ying’s questions would remind you to water the plant.

This morning, however, she didn’t ask. So you thought that she was sick of talking about it for two months and simply dropped it. But no, she didn’t grow sick of it. It must’ve just slipped her mind.

And you still felt obligated to tell her the truth, despite the shame.

‎ ‎

‘I think it died’

‎ ‎

She paused for a moment. The dancing dots indicative of her typing weren’t there, and it felt like you could see her shocked face on the other side.

‎ ‎

‘It died?’

‎ ‎

‘How?’

‎ ‎

‘Haven’t you been watering it?’

‎ ‎

You sighed and typed back,

‎ ‎

‘I have’

‎ ‎

‘Did you give it fertiliser like you said?’

‎ ‎

‘I have’

‎ ‎

She paused for a moment.

Ying’s forte wasn’t gardening. Being mentally healthy, she didn’t seek relief from a pit of depression the same way you did, so she could never truly understand how emotionally stricken you were. But she knew that it was great enough for her to take action.

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‘Send me a picture.’

‎ ‎

You heaved a sigh. Then, you opened the camera app and stood up, taking a few steps back to get the whole thing in the frame. Even then, you had to move halfway across the living room to even hope to achieve such a task.

After a few minutes, you sent it and waited for a response.

‎ ‎

‘Ah, that looks bad…’

‎ ‎

‘I’ve never seen anything like this before.’

‎ ‎

You sighed. It felt like you had. But for some reason, despite how often it pushed Yu to the forefront of it, your mind just blocked any information about plants out and avoided it like it was the plague.

‎ ‎

‘Give me a moment. I’ll send something to help you.’

‎ ‎

And with that, she went offline.

You swore you saw a plant get like this before. Once, and you immediately knew how to deal with it. But for the love of God, you couldn’t remember what you did or what plant it was. When did this even happen?Were you dating Yu at the time? Why was it such a distant memory?

You set your phone down in your pocket and stared at the plant once more, struggling to keep your mind from crawling back to where it always went in moments like these. Instead, you strenuously wracked your brain trying to remember.

‎ ‎

The sudden buzz caught you off guard. And you took out your phone to see something that caught you off guard even more. It was an article Ying sent you. An article on…

Pruning.

It was a word you hadn’t heard in years. Did you even know what it meant? You… You used it multiple times before, didn’t you?

Tapping on the article would yield a few answers to your questions. More specifically, on what pruning was and why it’s necessary. But the thing that caught your attention were the pictures. The pictures the author had posted, the tree before it was pruned, looked exactly like yours.

Dry, overloaded with vines wrapped around each other, and dead.

Ying was right... The plant wasn’t dead; these excess branches were just taking up valuable energy and nutrients, only to not give any fruit in return. All of this was salvageable. It can survive. The solution was right there. You just needed your mind to stop blocking everything useful out.

And you needed to prune it all.

‎ ‎

‘Pruning? I… heard of that before, but I never looked into it. It sounds complex.’

‎ ‎

Yu responded to your explanation. And you couldn’t help but huff in anger, quickly turning on your heel.

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“Stop talking to me.”

‎ ‎

You rushed through the living room and towards your bedroom. Then, you stopped in front of a drawer and pulled out a set of shears buried deep within your other abandoned items for your little gardening hobby. It took your fingers a moment to adjust to the proper grip. And once it did, it began to feel natural. Like the very shears were sculpted to fit your hand.

Memories trickled down your mind, and you swore you could recall some more information on growing other fruits you hadn’t ever thought about.

You stood up, then moved back to the living room. And on the way to the tree, you grabbed the nearby lamp and brought it closer towards it, positioning the light above it.

‎ ‎

‘You make it sound so easy.’

‎ ‎

Yu responded with a chuckle. Though he was innocently replying to something you said, it felt like he was laughing at your predicament. And pushing him out was difficult.

You sighed as you stood in front of the plant once more, feeling intimidated. Pruning… was something delicate. One mistake, and you could cut too much or too little of a branch and potentially kill the whole thing.

You didn’t want that to happen. For the love of God, you desperately wanted this one thing you took care of to succeed.

‎ ‎

‘If I may ask… how does it work?’

‎ ‎ His tone bled with worry. Clearly, he didn’t want to come across as a bother. But he didn’t bother you at the time. He didn’t bother you at all. In fact, the thought of showing him your work process again felt exciting.

Now, however, thinking about him was starting to get very debilitating.

You sat down and gently grabbed one branch, carefully isolating it from the others to avoid any possible mistakes. The blades were held mere inches away from your target. You tilted your hand to get the perfect shape, ever so slightly moving it so as to get the perfect and least destructive angle in order to cut this branch off.

Then, with a calculated snip, it came off and fell on your lap. You immediately set it aside and moved on to another, studying the plant over and over to figure out which to cut and which to keep.

Doing this felt so familiar. And even if your memory didn’t serve you well, your intuition did. It felt like your hands were pushing you towards which ones to cut and which ones to keep.

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‘Of course it is.’

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Yu said with a smile. Then, he sat down next to you and watched you work in silence. Both of you knew that�� Ugh.

You knew that you’d be sitting there for an hour, at least. But with your inhuman level of patience and desire to keep things precise, it didn’t really bother you. You welcomed the long wait, in fact.

Given your meticulousness, it would take a while for you to prune even one plant. And your back would be aching afterwards. But you didn’t mind. You loved it. Especially the pride you’d feel afterwards.

Even if it was temporary, it took your mind off of things. Thirty minutes in, it did just that, and you had slowly begun to forget what was upsetting you the past few years.

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❤ฺ·。

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Some time had passed since then. Well, a lot of time, actually. How much, exactly, you weren’t sure, since all of the days started to blend into one neverending afternoon at the café and one long dreadful night in bed with all of Yu’s blankets.

Your morning routine grew quicker and quicker with each passing day. You’d get up, wash up, and rush to care for the plant as fast as possible before leaving. After the debacle that took place a while ago, you were afraid to look at it and find that there was a mistake. So, the solution? Care for it like you normally would. Just… don’t look at it.

Smart, right?

Yeah, no. But you felt lightheaded every time that cursed plant came up in your mind. Even after you spent all of that time pruning it, getting comfortable with its existence was a contingency that would probably remain just that: a contingency. The very thought of it was terrifying, and you’d do anything to get rid of the feeling.

Today was no different.

Your morning routine was complete once you put on your jacket as the final touch for your heavy outfit. Then, you grabbed the mister and headed towards the tree, keeping your eyes on the floor whilst you began misting it.

And within only half a minute, you were already outside, rapidly marching down the staircase without a single glance spared for the plant. You swore you saw some faint purple on it, but you didn’t care. You wanted out and you wanted it now.

Only now did it dawn on you how stupid all of this fear was. Might as well get rid of it, you mused, especially if it was heavily affecting you like this. It’s not like you had any spare brain power for anymore negativity. Right? Yeah, probably not…

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An empty jingle accompanied your entrance. And you walked in to see only an empty counter facing you. You took a second to observe the area, but this and the misplaced silence only confirmed that there was absolutely nobody. Not behind the counter, not on any of the booths near the windows, nowhere.

You couldn’t even hear anything from the back, only the repetitive music that continuously played and the machinery’s repetitive humming.

Where the heck was Ying? Or anyone else, at least? This was the morning shift, and the door was unlocked; it wasn’t far-fetched to believe someone could’ve taken advantage of this and stolen something. Not like the cameras can do much. Unless Ying somehow earned a bunch of money and replaced them with state-of-the-art security cameras… Yeah, that sounds like something she’d do behind your back.

You still never really knew where she or Yu got their money.

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“Ying?”

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You called out worriedly, quickly looking around. Your panic died halfway through once you finally saw a familiar tall woman standing in an unexpected spot; her impressive ponytail allowed you to immediately recognise who it was.

Ying stood between the few dozen tables in the open dining area. Not only was her back turned towards you, but she also had her hands up and formed a shape you couldn’t see from this distance as she stared at an empty spot she created by pushing the nearby furniture away. Tables, chairs, that sort. She was staring at the beige brick wall… for some reason. It sort of concerned you as you walked towards her. The loud clicks of your heavy winter boots were impossible to ignore. Either she did just that, or she was too engrossed in what she was doing to hear you.

You were allowed a wider view once you stopped next to her. And only now did you see the camera shape she formed with her fingers. The potted plant set on the oak table bothered her, and she took a few microsteps back to try and get it out of the ‘frame’.

Then, a car sped by the window from behind, its strong lights forcing your silhouette to conceal her. And that snapped her out of her trance.

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“Ah, Y/N! Good morning.”

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“What’re you doing?”

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“You’ll love this. I saw a painting yesterday and I’d love to hang it here; however, there’s a problem,” she placed one finger on her chin thoughtfully, turning back to the empty part of the wall, “even after I moved our tables, there’s little to no room.”

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“What painting?”

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“Oh, right. One moment.”

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She took out her phone and simply turned it on to show you. It didn’t take long for you to realise it was set as the lockscreen. And it was exactly something you thought Ying would love. A painting with four decorated squares, each square displaying a woman donning a white dress with foliage behind them. The trees bore a variety of different fruit, kinds of trees, even the birds that flew by.

Titled ‘The Seasons’, by Alphonse Mucha, 1896. Not that you knew who that was, but, yeah, sounds about right.

You couldn’t help but smile in amusement as you looked back at her.

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“I’ll need a measuring tape to see if the dimensions match, but isn’t this… controversial?”

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You referred to their thin white dresses. All except for Winter, who had a light cyan cloth wrapped around her figure to protect her from the cold.

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“It was love at first sight, Y/N! I’m not letting this painting go, no matter how expensive it is. Ah, but that’s besides the point.” She pocketed her phone and smiled, beckoning you to follow her. “So, how are you? How’s the tree?”

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You paled as each of you ambled towards the register, your mind immediately thrown back to the discomfort you’d just crawled out of minutes ago. Great. You heaved a sigh and kept your eyes on the chequered ground, glimmering under the sharp lights above you.

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“I… didn’t see it. I don’t want to talk about it.”

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She stopped and looked at you. Though she still carried her chummy smile, you could tell there was an immense amount of confusion just by the tilt of her head.

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“Is it dead?”

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“No. I’m still caring for it. But the thought of it makes me ill.”

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She was visibly relieved.

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“That’s– that’s good! I assumed something worse.”

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It’s not like you really knew whether or not there was something worse. For all you know, it could be dead, and you were just watering what was effectively a withered corpse. But that didn’t really…

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“If you’d like, I can check it for you instead.”

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You were taken by surprise. Had it been anyone else who said this to you, it would’ve been unbelievably patronising.

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“It’s just some dumb tree, Ying. I can check on it myself.”

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“And I can see that it’s very valuable to you. You clearly care about the life of this tree, right? That’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

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Just as she finished speaking, the phone from her office loudly began ringing and caught each of you off guard.

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“The choice is yours, but the offer is still open. I’m willing to check it for you.”

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And with that, she immediately turned to the counters and disappeared to her office, leaving you dumbfounded. Whenever you’d wonder why you always forgot that Ying was your boss and not your friend or second mother, you’d be reminded exactly why that habit remained unbroken.

Did she think that the tree stuff was that important to you? Sure, the thought of a blizzard wiping out your complex sounded less intimidating than coming home and seeing that plant dead, but… Huh, maybe she had a point. But you still weren’t up for being doted on like a child.

At the end of the day, it was a tree. You shouldn’t be mentally affected if it did actually get wiped out by something. You should be able to just look at it without your stomach being violently churned and your mind senselessly overreacting to it.

Then, the bell’s familiar jingle snatched your attention, and you immediately turned to see a few customers walking through the double door.

Right, work. Shouldn’t forget that. Not that Ying was very helpful in a task like that. You pushed those thoughts out of your head and prepared yourself to get to take their orders.

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❤ฺ·。

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Despite how thin the metal frame of the door was, you could still see the reflection it shot back at you, almost like an attempt to mock you. You ignored the fact that you were sweating, even though you were surrounded by snow. And it wasn’t because of the temperature. The frame was there to rudely remind you of that. Plus, your wide eyes were indicative of fear.

Work was over. And you wanted to look at the tree. So, your unrelenting panic left you with no choice but to admit you were terrified.

The prospect of it being dead had grown increasingly possible over the past month. And now, you had to face it. The thought of just calling Ying to take her up on her offer popped up in your mind. Heck, why not take everything you own and move into another complex? It was easier to do. Just as your fingers shakily wrapped around the cold handle, moving out suddenly became incredibly seductive to you.

Then, you sighed and forced yourself inside.

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You threw your heavy jacket on top of the blankets on the sofa, slipped off your boots and moved to the large windows in the living room where the tree resided. The air around you was heavy and added to the tense atmosphere. The lighting? Just as dreadful, and you felt your stomach churn. Throughout the entire path, your gaze remained locked on the floor out of fear.

Why were you so scared? It’s just a stupid tree. Even if it died, it’s not like it would do anything to you physically. You sighed. Why were you so sure it was dead? Why couldn’t you be positive for once? Gah, whatever. Dead or not, you would be the one to deal with the consequences. It wasn’t that hard to toss out the soil and whatever other rubbish there was.

Then, with a deep yet shaky breath, you lifted your chin to see your work. And your eyes widened at the sight.

It flowered. There were flowers on it! A deep shade of purple and a ring of yellow right in the centre. With the corona filaments that protruded from it, it nearly hypnotised you with just one look. You observed the vine and began counting the flowers in excitement.

Two of the flowers were in an interesting position; they sat right next to each other despite being on different vines. And from this angle, it looked like two human eyes. Purple eyes that stared right at you.

You sighed and stood up, a memory popping up in your mind to distract you from that thought. Might as well bring your heater next to it; you remembered that the fruit would ripen quicker that way.

That, and…

Well, you were going to plant the seeds you saved.

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‘How long until the trees bear fruit?’

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The door of the fridge swung open, revealing the bag of seeds you’d saved deep within its empty shelves. Immediately, you took them and left to cut the plastic bag open.

You didn’t want to respond to him. You didn’t want to allow your mind to bring up Yu as a way to deal with everything happening. You already allowed it to put you in a deep pit of depression and convince you that grieving over your parents for decades on end was benefiting you. Yu was a distant memory. He was gone. And that’s a fact.

But really, how many years until passion tree fruits bear fruit? What was it… three years?

Yes, three years. That must be it.

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‘One year? And you… wait for it?’

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He said, amazed at the answer you had given him at the time. Right. One year. Not three. You… must’ve mixed up the passion fruit with some other kind of fruit. Possibly lemons? You weren’t too sure. Then that means that you only had to wait until summer to harvest the fruit. Or autumn. Whenever it was, you were ready. The mere thought of finally getting a harvest after so long made your heart skip a beat in excitement, a feeling you hadn’t had the privilege of experiencing in so long.

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‘I see. And what about this one?’

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You remembered holding his wrist and stopping him from touching the passion fruit that was still stuck on the tree. Then, you explained it to him like he was your junior. You knew that your boyfriend would’ve never dared to pluck anything from your tree without your permission; his intentions were clearly pure, but you still wanted to be clear and let him know.

For one, the skin was smooth. And the smoother the skin, the worse it would taste. In your opinion, anyway. You loved wrinkly passion fruit. And two, the fruit didn’t fall off.

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‘Sorry.’

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Yu sheepishly pulled away, listening to you intricately explain the exact criteria required to be met in order to achieve maximum enjoyment from a passion fruit. Then, you snuck in a sarcastic comment halfway through, earning an even meeker reaction coupled with an awkward laugh.

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‘No, of course not. I don’t think I’d have the time to look after so many plants. Not, not that it’s a bad thing.’

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Ugh. Why were you recalling all of this? You weren’t even responding to the memory at this point, but you swore your words sat at the tip of your tongue. You quickly shoved away a lock of hair from your face, before marching towards your room and making your way towards the balcony.

You hated that these stupid conversations were starting to actually jog your memory.

Just as you opened the door, the cold wind from the outside immediately hit you. The sudden and violent shift in temperature was almost as painful as being kicked by a horse in the abdomen. It was very uncomfortable, sure, and you’d only now remembered that you were only wearing a tank top, but this succeeded in finally interrupting the annoying memory.

So you gritted your teeth and stepped outside with no intention of covering up.

If this was what it took, then so be it. But maybe there was an easier way to block it all out. Like… Like headphones?

No… Too soon, you noted as you wrapped your fingers around one empty pot.

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❤ฺ·。

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Winter, two years ago.

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Despite dating for however long now, it was still hard to get used to Yu's reluctance to share much of his personal life with you. He never told you where his family was (aside from his grandmother), or where he’d go that was ‘so important’ he couldn’t possibly answer a simple text from you. That, and, you know, he still never told you why his eyes were purple.

You hoped that he’d bring that up, at least, but he never did. Heck, Ying didn’t even mention it once when he got hired, and your co-workers only made an off-handed comment before going on about their day. You thought they were a pair of contacts until you saw him sleep in them. That wasn’t to mention how whenever he’d rub his eyes, said ‘contacts’ were unaffected by such movement. And now that it’s been three years, it felt awkward to ask now.

But when you brought up radiancy being the cause, he immediately shut that thought down.

So you aimed to take things into your own hands. Do something that wasn’t remembering the past, something innocent.

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Yu didn’t hold your hand on the way home today.

Not because he was mad at you or anything. In fact, the ‘home’ you were both headed towards wasn’t your apartment. It wasn’t your apartment at all. For the first time, you were going to check out his house. Which required the both of you to take the bus.

Exciting, right?

And it moved erratically on account of the blizzard that occurred. Even after a week, the ice and mounds of snow on the road still haven’t melted, and Yu knew that clinging onto you like a koala to protect you was a solution that would very much irk you. Even though, admittedly, it probably would’ve been fun for him to do so.

So he had a better idea.

You found yourself in a confined area with a window right next to you and a wall behind you. Yu stood in front of you, one hand on said window and the other firmly clutching the handrail connected to the wall, ‘trapping’ you in order to keep you from falling. This position was both embarrassing and perfect.

Since he loomed over you like a titan, the sunlight highlighted the exact features you needed. And so you stared, scrutinising those mystifying bulbs of purple for an answer whilst he stared at the road you all passed by. And you couldn’t find any hint of brown or black underneath. Heck, even blue or green, whatever. You couldn’t isolate any other colour. All they did was gently reflect the road like a mirror to prove that they were, in fact, naturally purple. As if they were jeering at you for questioning this anomaly.

Yu promptly took notice of your harsh examination after a few minutes, meeting your gaze with an awkward smile.

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“Are you okay?”

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You continued observing for a few seconds before finally caving in and biting the bullet.

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“What colour are your eyes, Yu?”

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He paused for a moment, holding on to the railing once the bus swerved in a dramatic manner. Yu would usually be clueless about most things. But this time, judging by the way his eyes ever so slightly widened, you knew he knew what you meant.

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“Purple, why?”

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You rolled your eyes, the exact reaction he hoped to get out of you.

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“I’m joking, I’m joking. They're actually lilac.”

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“That doesn’t narrow it down either.”

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He couldn’t stifle the chuckle that escaped him. Probably spent a few hours on Google trying to find the shade that matched them just to give it a name, now that you thought about it.

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“No, I mean it. They are purple. You didn’t catch anything weird while you were staring, did you?”

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You crossed your arms, still unconvinced. In what world would purple be a natural colour for a non-radiant? And what you hated more was that it didn’t seem like he was lying about it. So what was the cause?

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“You have naturally purple eyes.”

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“You believe me, don’t you? I’d be shattered if you didn’t.”

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Yu smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead, attempting (albeit failing) to appeal to your nonexistent emotions. He was endeared by the unamused pout of your lips, only highlighted by the dull expression that you always carried.

But you were even more endeared. Even without the striking eyes he possessed, he looked stunning, especially in this light. Like a painting. Just the way his black hair mimicked brushstrokes, a few clumps of it parted like the tufts of a brush.

You were snapped out of your trance once you felt Yu nuzzle against you like some kind of greedy cat. Because if he couldn’t hold your hand, he had to do something else, huh? You thought.

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“Gosh, Yu, don’t be so soppy out in public. You’ll get eyes on us.”

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He paused for a moment, the dilation of his pupils ever so visible.

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“But we’re already getting stared at.”

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You were confused for a moment. And you didn’t understand what he meant until the bus drove by a massive house, one that exuded a shadow large enough to loom over the entire vehicle for a split second. And in that split second, you caught the reflection of a few people sitting behind you. Just like he said; their eyes were on both of you.

Huh. Oh.

Now that you thought about it, maybe this position was a teensy tiny bit immodest.

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“Not, uh, not that I mind.”

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He added, quickly glancing at the ground. Of course he wouldn’t, he was the one who put you in this predicament in the first place. You couldn’t help but lightly flick the thick red strings on his hoodie with a grin.

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“Cut it out, you doofus. You’re embarrassing me.”

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“But you’re not stopping me.”

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He smiled and leaned down to kiss your forehead again. You couldn’t see anyone’s reflection anymore, but for some reason, you knew this repetitive move only brought more attention.

Despite the potency of the lemon fragrance from here, you still didn’t have any intention to push him away. You couldn’t even deny how cute he was, not with the glimmer in those completely natural purple eyes. But still, you playfully pushed him away a few inches and instead moved your eyes towards the window.

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Then, before another word could be exchanged, the bright text on the screen above changed to the area you were in. Yu, however, was quicker to notice this and used one hand to keep you steady against the wall you leaned on.

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“Watch out; the bus gets unstable here.”

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His words were immediately proven correct the moment the vehicle stopped. And you knew you would’ve probably lost your balance and fallen against him had he not kept you steady against the wall, especially when the few other bystanders were nearly knocked off of their feet.

The urge to insult his route home grew impossible to keep under control. But, again, he was your boyfriend. Should probably be nice.

Once the doors swung open and, once it was deemed safe, he relaxed his grip on you.

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“Are you okay?”

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You responded with a nod, and this only painted a smile on his face.

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“Good. Let’s go.”

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Yu held your wrist and led you out of the bus, holding you close to him. Despite your thick clothes, the moment you stepped on the pavement, the harsh cold from the outside struck you with force. It gave you whiplash, especially compared to the cool temperature of the bus. His tall and broad figure, though, succeeded in protecting most of you from the wind.

Was this what he had to deal with every time he left the bus…? Well, perhaps his thick hoodies did more than cover his impressive form.

Then, just as the bus drove off and the others walked to their own destinations, the both of you began moving towards the house you wondered so much about.

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And it was… super pretty. It nearly matched who he was, now that you thought about it. Humble, sizable, and if it weren’t for a few modern touches to its colour palette and the structure of its roof, it could’ve easily passed for a cottage.

The small front yard was covered in about a foot of snow. You assumed that there was a path underneath that led to the cherry door, one you would’ve been able to see if it weren’t for the bed of snow ruining such a pretty view. Nevertheless, you kept walking alongside him, listening to the quiet crunches of the snow beneath your boots since your headphones were off.

Yu then grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.

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“Be careful. There are steps here.”

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You looked down to see an unassuming mound of snow.

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“Where?”

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To answer your question, he stepped on then pushed it away with his foot, and alas, there was a set of pretty stone steps that led right up to the entrance you eyed earlier. Despite the snow, everything was so pretty. The steps, the yard, the bloody door. In fact, it was starting to get concerning.

Another question popped up in your mind as you took his hand and moved up the stairs.

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“How do you pay for all of this? Does your grandmother help you?”

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You took note of the sudden, awkward silence that filled the air. And it took him a moment to think of what to say to that. Even if it was much easier, even if he’d done much worse, the one thing he couldn’t do was to lie to you.

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“I… have a way.”

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That was all he could muster up. And just the tone let you know that something was wrong.

He began unlocking the door to distract from the tense atmosphere, the surrounding snow only amplifying the rattling of his keys as they rapidly moved. You stared, waiting for him to continue his sentence.

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, he beat you to it.

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“Maybe one day I’ll tell you.”

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“One day?”

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He nodded, but you could sense some reluctance in the movement. Then, the door swung open.

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“There we go. Here, come with me, I’d like to show you something sweet.”

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He held your wrist and immediately brought you inside. With the large entrance that led to the living room sitting right in front of you, your question was knocked right out of your mind, all in favour of finally observing his mysterious home.

The vast living room was brilliantly lit up by the cloudy sky outside. However, it was somewhat empty, minus a few essential things one needed in a house and the massive patterned carpet classified as ��decoration’. As if he’d just moved into his new home and started making himself comfortable.

If there was one thing consistent about Yu, it would be his abnormality, that’s for sure.

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