#apocalypse's archenemy

[vertigoartgore]

Igor Korney's cover for Soldier X #7 (2003).

[knight-in-baggy-sweatpants]

"renegades is about grey morality" "oh the ending of supernova made the whole point of neutral morality completely moot" IT'S EXTREMISM. RENEGADES IS ANTI-EXTREMISM.

callum literally says to nova in archenemies that he disagrees with the anarchists because all they did was destroy, they believed the only way for the world to be as it should was to essentially cause the apocalypse. we don't talk about it enough, but the series DOES take place in a semi-recovered post-apocalyptic environment. and then the anarchists raised nova to destroy what little progress had been made towards recovery. yes the renegades were a very flawed system; the whole point is that they should be CHANGED, not DESTROYED.

[what-would-your-blorbo-do]

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[aziraphales-library]

Any ineffable husbands fic where there is ineffable bureaucracy as side ships?

Yep...

Miracles by TawnyOwl95 (E)

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Ladies, for one night only, The Tadfield Arms presents, straight from their recent You Tube success,

Celestial Cement's Saints and Sinners

They may not be young, they may not be pretty, they may not be any good, but in these hard times they are prepared to take their clothes off for money!

Or, the Full Monty/stripper AU I decided I needed more than sanity.

Love in Limbo by TheOldAquarian (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley are racing to stop the apocalypse by scheming to get Gabriel and Beelzebub together. It's not going to be easy to spark a romance between an angel and a demon who have seemingly nothing in common, but luckily, falling madly in love with an archenemy is something Aziraphale and Crowley have experience with. If only they could admit it to each other before the end of the world.

The Mighty Fall by LawrVert (T)

After the Apocalypse was averted, Gabriel and Beelzebub are banished to Earth by their respective head offices and forced to live among humans as their powers fade and they become mortal. Forced to rely on Aziraphale and Crowley for help, they form an uneasy alliance and learn what it means to be human.

Best Laid Plans by Arielavader (E)

Anthony Crowley loves putting off the creeps that ask for his friend Bea's phone number (She gives out his number, you see.) But a call from a man Bea calls Angel might just change everything. Especially when Crowley and the angel have to team up to figure out what's going on between Bea and the angel's roommate, Gabriel.

All You Knead Is Love by fumi_faust & Writer_Maxtli (NR)

Anthony Crowley left behind the world of high class dining to open a small bakery in Soho. Aziraphale is a lonely bookshop owner who finds it on accident. Cue rom com levels of romance, baking shenanigans, and everyone being happy. As they say, if you want a hyper specific bakery AU, you gotta do it yourself.

Square One by Angels_Grace (T)

There are only so many times you can listen to the Sound of Music sound track on loop. Aziraphale had reached that limit around two hours ago...

Aziraphale is starting his first year at university under the watchful eye of his older brother, Gabriel. He plans to grin and bear it to make his mother proud, but falls into his brother's drama and, well, he meets a really cute boy that Gabriel just doesn't seem to approve of.

- Mod D

[gojixyz69]

Why I love Bowser vs Eggman

I talked about this matchup a bit in my old posts heck I recently talked about who would so go and check it out, anyways the point is this is my most wanted Death Battle matchup and also my favorite matchup in general and today I'm going to talk about it. Remember this is just my opinion so if you disagree that's fine, now let's talk about it.

Connections:

Both Bowser and Eggman have a lot of connections and those are... both have a asistant/second in command who use there abilities to replicate there foes (Bowser Jr framed Mario as Shadow Mario and Metal Sonic framed Sonic in SH respectivally), both want to use power of extremely powerful gems (Chaos Emeralds and The Dream Stone respectivally), both have an army that they rule with an iron first, etc.

There are more connections like how they teamed up with there archenemy to fight a more powerful enemy (Dark Star and Solaris respecitcally) and how there companies are rivals, so yeah there are connections and more.

Debate:

To get out of the, Bowser would win and if you want to know why I talked about in a post whitch was litereally at the time I'm makings this, yesterday. To put it simply Bowser is stonger, more durable and has to many powers for Eggman to handle like transmutation, sealing, etc.

Animation potential:

If I had to explain it with a few words it would basically be this

https://www.deviantart.com/mrnoma/art/Bowser-vs-Eggman-set-up-and-death-1001223189

Basically Bowser vs Eggman should start like Ultron vs Sigma where it's an army battle but there the main foccus and the death should be more lile Black Adam vs Apocalypse with the loser seeing there Kingdom/Empire chrumble before being executed, whitch in this case would be Eggman whitch if that's the case then Bowser would either stomp Eggman's face like Apocalypse did to Black Adam or you can have him throw Eggman to the Death Egg and destroy with his fire breath. But if you think Eggman would win then Eggman would grab Bowser and burn him alive after showing that he conquered his kingdom. As for how the fight would go you can have Eggman using his giant machines fighting Bowser in his giant form, heck you can have Dreamy Bowser fight Nightmare Eggman, there's so much you can do here.

Banter potential:

It's pretty good, you can show there egotistic side while also showing how much of a force they can be, you can have there goofy moments as well.

Music potential:

Now this is where we get to the juicy stuff, Brandon Yates already made a commission track for the matchup called Hard Boiled Fury whitch you should listen to it's pretty good and if you know both Brandon and Therewolf made commission tracks for matchups that eventually became episodes of DB, for example and the recent one theres Deciphering Discord and Discordant Decipher by Brandon, both are amazing track with Discordant Decipher being better than the og, so imagine Hard Boiled Fury but better and potentially with lyrics, that would be amazing to listen to.

Solving problems and update:

Death Battle had Bowser and Eggman, with Bowser fighting Ganon and Eggman fighting Wily and while Eggman vs Wily was good the problem is that it's old it happened in Season 1 since then there's new material to use for Eggman. As for Bowser his episode was unfortunatelly bad, it has mans problems whitch I sugesst watching a review of it but to put it simply they did Bowser dirty in his own episode and it's old not as old as Eggman's but still old. So this matchup would fix it while adding new stuff for both.

History:

Now this is where I talk about the main reason why I love this matchup, both Bowser and Eggman were part of my childhood with Bowser being my favorite villain and Eggman being entertaining and also my favorite scientist, so you can see why I love this matchup it's a fight between two of my favorite villains who were also in a way my childhood.

So yeah that's my thoughts on it, overall I love this matchup it has a lot of potential to be a great if not a perfect episode and I would happy if it finally happened in Death Battle.

[graphicpolicy]

Twelve Mutants answer the call to be Apocalypse's successor in X-Men: Heir of Apocalypse

Twelve Mutants answer the call to be Apocalypse's successor in X-Men: Heir of Apocalypse #comics #comicbooks #xmen

Before the X-Men enter a new age this summer, a challenge must be held to determine who will inherit Apocalypse’s sacred responsibility in X-Men: Heir of Apocalypse! Written by Steve Foxe and drawn by Netho Diaz, this four-issue limited series kicks off in May and sees the X-Men’s former archenemy gather 12 mutants for an epic tournament to discover who is fit enough to take his place. After…

[honey-olive]

Arthur: The Four Knights of the Apocalypse. My archenemies.

The sins: We thought we were your archenemy Arthur.

Arthur: I have a life outside fo you guys >:(

[slumbered]

and if death really is the worst (a darlentina one-shot)

There were several theories that paraded to predict how Darna and Valentina would meet their fate.

They weren’t theories—not really. Rumors, actually. Gambles, to those who cackled boisterously well after the evening news, staple glass bottles treating to the endless slurred conversations done in groups at the corner of every street. Whatever kind of trivial, scandalized hushed guess roamed the streets of Nueva Esperanza, all versions ambitioning to be the future converged to one—death.

Two archenemies, one clad in red and the other scaled in a mosaic of green, destined by the people to die at the hands of one another. Only one can come out victorious, the consensus seemed to be certain.

Whatever did come out of the community’s most heated rivalry, it would be unknown to the population unless some god offered an epiphany.

Although no god seemed to rule over extraterrestrial creatures. None would seem to grant the mercy of truth, either.

There were, however, the evident facts that would resurface if one dared to reminisce upon the collective memory.

One—that some alien, General Borgo, threatened an apocalyptic end through an army-increase of hostile extras. Two—that Darna was as present as ever even upon the sliver of danger. Valentina, too, reigning her own kind of terror against the attacks with intention that no one could clearly read. Three—that after days of fleeing and seeking shelter, the birds chirped at dawn and the people could sleep to the sound of crickets once more, just as things were before. As if the threat of their gruesome deaths were clipped out of reality. As if a mass exorcism transpired as parents could recognize who their children were again, kind souls they’ve known all their lives finally snapping out of some violent daze.

No trace of Darna nor Valentina were to be seen again following the aftermath.

If one wished to recall further, there would be the stories of their neighbors, the changes they’ve noticed in the community.

One—that even in the reclaimed peace, most were in a disoriented state, simply thankful to see faces that they took for granted perceiving during slow afternoons. Two—that some seemed to wander further than anticipated, which could only explain the relief the Custodios expressed at their homefront upon seeing Narda who seemed to resurface only after days of absence.

And Three—that upon the cold and unreadable expression on Narda Custodio’s face, she announced, only failing to conceal the weight of her eyes, that Regina Vanguardia’s remains were to be laid to rest.

A silent, sound conclusion is planted in the collective consciousness: that the renowned philanthropist fell victim to the terror. Probably targeted by multiple extras because the lawyer was a walking target even without the extranormal situation, it seemed logical.

They didn’t need to know the details. They also didn’t need to know why the burial was held immediately, mixed in the blurry haze of an entire town in trauma. Most especially, no questions were asked when their beloved Narda moves away, seemingly for good, just a day after.

The people of Nueva Esperanza would never know the truth. Time designs its course for the townsfolk to forget. Or, at least, buried in the repression to be inevitably mechanized by the human mind.

They would never know, simply because they were not Darna. They weren’t Valentina, either.

Only the two knew the truth. No other person would be Darna, standing face-to-face with the reptilian woman amidst Borgo’s desired apocalypse, looking into narrow pupils until they began to resemble familiarity. Human eyes. Regina’s eyes.

No one else would have to stomach the truth as their best friend, approaching soft-curled and still exclusively gentle as ever, pleads to be let go, to be surrendered at the hands of the real enemy. To be exposed to the truth that Regina shared a body with Valentina, and that these two versions of a woman knew who she was without the winged helmet, was difficult to absorb without sending Borgo through a thousand suns. Not even Darna, with the flying woman designed to be embodied by several chosen ones, would understand.

Only Narda would carry the weight of it all. Only Narda, knees fighting the urge to crumble, as she pleads—negotiates—for a different ending, would know how it feels to fight the ache settling in her throat through tears, taking in the arms of the woman she’s held a countless number of times. “Regina, wala na ba tayong magagawa? Wala na bang ibang paraan?”

Because such a cruel fate is rare. Reserved for the both of them, it seemed.

“Hindi na ‘ko si Regina,” the other woman responds in a hush, almost like a secret, resembling a matured version of the woman who once feared being the snakes in her head; the same frightened Regina that Narda once held tight in her arms to deny such absurd allegations. Now, she sounded resigned to the truth, willing to execute its full acceptance.

It would be pointless for Narda to convince her otherwise after the jarring truth.

“Regina,” she stubbornly resorts to breathe out in defeat, not aiming to offer anything substantial beyond saying the name. Her name. Because the fear has never devoured Narda this much, and if the woman before her isn’t Regina, then how can the same eyes still offer the comfort they promised many moons ago?

And Valentina wouldn’t know how it felt like, either. Regina, however corrupted in distinguishing where the vile woman did not have her in a chokehold, would be the only one to know how it felt to be in love with Narda that it warranted the end of her life. It may have been a secret neither of them have ever uttered to one another, but looking beyond the stoic heroine and into Narda’s stubborn eyes, it felt too late to find out that they both just knew.

“Regina,” Narda calls out softly with the gravity of several lifetimes, as if they had the privilege to such blessing. “Hindi ko kakayaning mawala ka sa mundong ito,” she says, pleading. “Gagawin ko ang lahat, huwag ka lang mawala sa akin.”

Regina understands something that Narda doesn’t. To save humanity is of mutual understanding, but the truth proclaims that they don’t have the luxury of their own desires coexisting with the better good of this world.

So Regina does what she can do best—to choose for the both of them, but this time an altered version of a sacrifice, her being a woman of many plans after all.

Narda listens intently, taking in every word as if it were Regina’s last, using every second she can selfishly call her own to remember the face that would haunt her as each pound of her heart feels like a rupture.

Darna and Valentina are the only ones who know how Borgo was defeated. The people of Nueva Esperanza don’t dwell on the logistics other than the belief that both women saved them, with some iterations more gruesome than those that tried to paint the sacrifices as inspiring.

Narda would never forget how Borgo’s downfall was followed by a deafening silence—one that would last for the rest of her lifetime.

An isolated island surrounding the archipelago. A quiet flight with her Regina in her arms. A final moment looking into the eyes that have replaced home.

A lifetime of exile. Alive. Regina watches as Darna turns back and begins her ascent back to civilization.

She watches as Narda takes the sacrifice Regina has created for the both of them.

With a lifetime gifted upon their hands, death could not have seemed more kind.

[gianghiem]

The code Geass Au but it is a kamen rider crossover

Kamen Rider saber x Code Geass

Story of it will continue where Touma and his friend be isekai,Witness the war of code Geass world have created it,Suffer,as well as the injustice of the empire Britannia that label all world as number.Touma grab keanken reka one more become Kamen rider saber with sword of logo stoping and end the pointless war.

Fire and ice

Touma and C2 is symbolic of the fire and ice,Touma have a passion of Book and saving people,While C2 is negative of the world,even asking a few question about The act.

The endless symbolic

Touma:Dream

Rintaro:Hope

Kento:destiny

Greed:Desire

Envy:death

Lelouch:Dectruction

Love triangle

Touma can teach C2 a joy in life and happiness,And can let her enjoy and choice her life,Let her see life isn't always sad,Life sometimes is beautiful and happiness but have to enjoy it while still can.C2 still have want meet lelouch cause the deal of Geass more like the deal of her and him,Touma is want to know what is her wish and will help her to complete it.

Gaim and baron rival all over again

Touma want to save people help innocent people again Britannia by expose the truth natural of them to the world throught book.Lelouch is want destroy Britannia by created war and bring fear to other even it mean kill by stander.These rival will much better than Suzaku.

Suzaku won't be a forcus of story it will be roll drum

Envy the jealous from fullmetal alchemy brotherhood.

Suzaku doesn't have any what I call is sympathy to him and his so call change Britannia within even thought, Britannia already act like A freaking racist Nazi.Envy will be a the replacement of him,Envy psycho side,Jealous,Anger will must better,Envy have a tragic past of him,Reason he jealous human,He will pair euphemia,Tale of old tale.Envy is rebellious Kind,Have burtal,Psycho and joke side,Even swearing a lot.He have a mentor That is desast be with him all the time, Become a father he ever want it.Envy more deserve a better story redemption.by the way he become Kamen rider.

Greed also will back,became kame rider falchion second,Falchion need more screen time and ability more continue,Greed will pair with kallen,It will be Lucifer and Chloe all over again but different

Main antagonist will be not Britannia,It will be Megiddo,Storious,legiel,Zoous,Lust, Gluttony,Sloth,Pride

Pride will be archenemy of Touma,Make lot of suffer to him and his friend, challenge how his sanity will be.

Storious will act like Loki in Norse mythology,The one will star the war that call Ragnarok.Storious is high lead of Geass.Not charles

Ragnarok in these story won't be about bring a death or kill a god,These Ragnarok will be a apocalypse,A fight decide humanity whether deserve should life or don't consider how Mistake they have cause,Unfair with each other, Rasict,War.

Charles stole Storious plan to make his child plan.Storious know it but he let it,Cause he want what end Charles will face.

And lot of think that can't explain more,The story are in the hitaus more exciting and interesting story about begin

"Whole army will only cause a destruction only make the enimes more strong but A team that isn't work as a army,but a family and friend will Be unstoppable"

[rassilon-imprimatur]

Flux! I love Flux! The Halloween Apocalypse good! Loved it! 

It’s technically little more than a teaser for the other five episodes but it’s really fun. The pacing is absolute breakneck crack, but that really worked for me? There's so much going on, the episode feel so full. Was really surprised to already see the Sontarans, very intrigued that this wasn't even the Angels' main event, more of a tease for (presumably) their actual episode. Really sucked into the Diane and Claire side of things.

Jodie and Mandip are on fire together, excellent chemistry and energy, the Doctor and Yaz are working together so beautifully. Love Dan! Dan’s good. 

The Ravagers already have me by the throat, really into what’s going on here. Swarm himself is already brimming with ideas and tasters (killing the Division agents and clearly regenerating into another actor and design after absorbing them was nifty, said a lot with very little), and giving the Doctor an archenemy she can’t remember is exquisitely wacky EU energy. Loved Swarm’s sister having a setup and awakening as a twisted reflection of Ruth’s from Fugitive of the Judoon. 

Vinder is a fucking cutie pie. Really intrigued by the quiet revelation that not all Division agents are (were) Gallifreyan? 

I really love this. Happy Halloween to me and me only. 

[lovingrosewho]

Purgatory

Hello again! Long story short, previously I had watched Supernatural until the very beginning of season 12, because I found out what happened at the end and at that time, I just knew I wouldn’t be able to take it. Now that I’m rewatching the whole series I figured I’d might as well just keep watching what I didn’t anddd it hasn’t been much easier haha, I cried a lot and immediately started writing this, even before reaching the end of S12, so yeah that’s how bad I wanted my heart not to ache as much. Anyways, for those same reasons, I didn’t know about “the Empty” and perhaps a few things don’t make a lot of sense but I tried them to, sooo, hope you enjoy :-) Plus, some usual disclaimers: English is not my first language, any feedback is welcome, etc. <3 Ly all <3 

ONE SHOT

Pairing: Crowley x Reader

Rating: T.- Angst, fluff

Word count: 3.7k+ words (yes, I got a little carried away)

Summary: you somehow get trapped in Purgatory and find Crowley

Warnings: SPOILERS AHEAD, SET AFTER SEASON 12, veeery slight smut, nudity(?), cursing

You don’t know how you got here. Everything’s dark. Like, pitch dark. The sounds are terrifying; growls and screams all along, sounds of beasts. The smell of blood and death ahead. 

Come on, think. What’s the last thing you remember? You were under a witch spell. Scratching and killing any single thing that got on your way. You had claws. 

You begin to walk, but the creak of the dry leafs beneath you is noisy around here, red eyes surround you and you’re forced to run in the only direction that seems viable. 

Legs trembling, you reach a clear spot between the woods. Where are you? 

“Hello darling” a voice with a british accent behind you startles you. You turn around ready to fight. A man in a ragged suit, covered in dirt and blood raises his hands in surrender “Relax, I’m not here to fight”. 

“Who are you? Where am I?” you demand taking a few steps backwards. He gazes at you curiously.

“You’re... well, we are in Purgatory, love” he reveals and you freeze. 

“No... no that can’t be right” you mumble, more to yourself than to him “Humans don’t go to Purgatory”. 

“That’s exactly what I was wondering. Fancy explaining?” he says in a smug tone. You eye him untrustfully. 

“Who are you?” you ask a second time. He looks impassive.

“Name’s Crowley. Who I am doesn’t matter” he answers cuttingly “What matters is... how and why did you get here? 

You shift uncomfortably, laying your weight first in one foot and then the other. 

“A witch casted a spell on me. I don’t remember much after that... just that I... had claws, and fierce, sharp teeth” you explain careful not to reveal too much information.

“Ah, yes” he nods and chuckles slightly “Nasty spell, that one. Never figured it sent you to Purgatory being a human, though”. 

“Me neither, must be the type of spell” you murmure, when you hear sounds coming from the woods again. Crowley takes your hand.

“Come with me” he says, and with little to no other option, you accept nervously and start walking right behind him. 

You’ve been a hunter your whole life, that is, until you stopped a year ago. You were tired, of the running, of death following you around, of the loneliness. But of course you never knew when, nor how, to fully stop. 

Crowley and you walk in silence, but the foggy ambiance and the sad landscape begin to make you uneasy. 

“How long have you been here?” you ask him, voice almost echoing amongst the trees. A few crows on the distance take flight and their croaks reach your ears, making you shiver. 

“Time doesn’t exist here” he explains after a few seconds “I don’t know how long it’s been”. 

You nod quietly. 

“Why are you helping me?” you sincerely wonder. He stops dry and turns to you.

“Am I?” he asks back, eyes in a little bit of annoyance. You shrug and he sighs, suddenly a dull aura washes over him “I’ll explain when we are somewhere safe. We’re almost there, just, hang on for a little longer, Pet”. 

You accept and start walking again, when you hear a strange hiss. Sideways, you get to see a vampire aiming for your neck. You hit it with a branch near you, but in response it throws you across the woods, hitting your back with a tree. Pain strikes you out, you’re barely able to get up, the adrenaline of hunting coming right back to you, ready to keep fighting, when Crowley beheads it from behind with a machete. 

“My, my. What do we have here?” he says in amusement, eyeing you “I know that look. That pose. You’re a hunter. I knew no common human could take that lightly being killed by a witch and going to Purgatory”. 

Before you can even answer he grabs your arm, prompting you to keep walking.

“Easy there love. If that one found us, that means there’s more to come. We’ll chat when we’re safe” he states and you nod, following him. 

You don’t know how much time passes. It feels like ages walking. Everything starts to look the same. You and Crowley reach a darker area.

“Does this mean it’s sundown?” you ask innocently. Crowley chuckles. 

“No. Nothing like that. There’s no such thing as sundown here. Everything stays the same. There’s no day nor night” he explains “No, this place is just where I come to get some rest when I can. It’s usually lonesome, but I try to keep moving anyways”. 

“It’s weird but...” you begin “I don’t really feel sleepy... I’m tired yeah but-“ 

“We don’t sleep here. We keep moving, fighting, killing. That’s the punishment” he says while climbing up a tree, not bothering to look at you “Come with me”. 

You sigh, and follow him once again. 

When you’re both far up enough, there’s no other option than to lay as close as you can to him, so neither of you fall down. You cuddle up in his chest. He doesn’t say a word as you do so, just slips an arm behind your waist so you don’t lose balance. 

“So” Crowley finally speaks “A hunter”. 

You sigh once again.

“Retired. Sort of” you try to tell and he chuckles. 

“I have it on good source there’s no such thing as a ‘retired’ hunter”. He’s not wrong. 

“Yeah well, that was exactly my problem” you say, closing your eyes for a second, but damn you, you can’t feel sleepy not even trying “Name’s (Y/N), by the way. You never asked”. 

“I figured you wouldn’t tell me if I asked” he guesses and you half smirk “I’m planning on keeping the nicknames either way”. 

You roll your eyes.

“Never told you not to” you tease and now he’s the one to half smirk “Who’s your ‘good source’?” you ask changing the subject.

“The Winchesters. You must have heard of them”. You’re not quite sure but it seems to you there’s a hint of nostalgia in his voice. 

“Doesn’t ring a bell” you confess muttering, the darkness suddenly weighing on you. You cuddle up to him even more. 

“It doesn’t?” he interrogates incredulously “That’s... weird. To say the least”. 

“Very” you agree. You thought you knew every hunter in the country. 

“They’ve stopped one or two little Apocalypses” he tells you. You laugh lowly. 

“I’m guessing you were good friends” you assume, and you don’t know it but Crowley’s heart breaks a little.

“More like archenemies” he reflects after a few moments, but you don’t believe him for a second.

“You’re not serious”.

“Deadly”. 

You stay quiet with this last statement and opt to stay silent in his arms, as the minutes pass. 

“I think I can help you go back” he murmurs. You frown.

“How?” 

“I don’t know much, but the same good source... told me there’s a way out. A portal back, if you will”. 

“That’s just a myth” you say, a sparkle of hope shinning through nonetheless.

“It got them out” he says, referring to his friends. 

You huff and shrug shortly afterwards.

“Well if you’re gonna help me go back” you talk distracted drawing circles in his chest “You can get back too right?” 

“I don’t know if it works for demons”. You gasp, you thought he was just a common... well, human.

“Demons don’t go to Purgatory” you mumble, which makes him exhale absently.

“Apparently I did”. 

His confession puts you in alert, you still don’t understand, but you know now’s not the time to discuss it, now you need to survive, and that’s not going to happen without Crowley. You’re tired, confused, and besides, at this point, being dead, in freaking Purgatory, you couldn’t care less about what he is.

Your body begins to feel drowsy, you haven’t closed your eyes at all and the lack of movement feels paralyzing. 

“Ready to get moving love?” Crowley asks you when he feels you shifting. You nod and disentangle yourself from him, slowly getting down the tree. 

What seems like days, or maybe even weeks, you spend it together. It’s getting tiring. You’ve found better weapons but it feels as if you’re just walking in circles. Maybe you are. You enjoy Crowley’s company, but there had been hunts, or more like survivals, you’ve been about to give up. He has noticed and has saved your ass more times than you could count. 

“I can’t do this anymore” you tell him one day while you’re next to a river, getting freshed up. He sighs. 

“We’re almost there (Y/N). Humans don’t belong here. The portal will spit you out the moment we get to it” he explains carefully.

“And I suppose you want a ticket out” you mock but he looks you in the eye, dead serious. 

“I don’t expect you to take me with you” he admits and takes you by surprise, his expression makes you gulp so you nod silently. He sighs again “I’ve done horrible things, love. Things you can’t even imagine. I’ve killed, I’ve kidnapped, I’ve tortured”. 

“But you’ve changed” you dare say, a slight smile appearing on his lips “I love it when you smile”. 

This time he grins naturally. You’re about to say something else when two asteroids of black mud drop to the dirt right next to you. 

“Bollocks” Crowley mutters “(Y/N) run!” 

You start seeing how the strange goo takes human form, whilst you step backwards to stand behind Crowley. 

“Go for the head” he indicates quickly, before whatever the things that you’re facing come right at you. 

You fight until they are beheaded on the floor. Crowley takes your hand, moving you away from the scene so no more of those find you. 

“What were those?” you say as Crowley pushes you to keep moving, your eyes in shock looking at the scene.

“Leviathan. I’ll explain later, now we’ve gotta run”.

You reach a safe spot in the woods and cover yourself in leafs as camouflage. 

“Crowley” you mutter almost inaudible “What the hell?” 

You are laying next to each other, his body almost melting in yours because of the need of heat and compact. 

He begins sighing, and tells you all about his life. His time as a human, as a demon, the Winchesters, Apocalypse, the angels, leviathans, him as a blood junkie, the need of love, of comfort and feelings.

You listen expectantly, you had never thought you’d see that side of Crowley. 

He finishes the story telling you about Lucifer and the Cage, how his ego, and his need for revenge, wanted to win, to see Lucifer suffer. 

“So... King of Hell huh?” you mock, speaking when he’s done, he just huffs playfully “But neither of those things were all that made you sacrifice yourself, were they?” 

He chuckles and shakes his head lightly. 

“I’d like to think after that the Winchesters finally saw that I was on their side” he admits “There was a time you wouldn’t see me fighting, I would be the one to witness the fights and do nothing... maybe God is punishing me for that”. 

“Maybe...” you say “Damn it. I should’ve quit hunting when I could”. 

Crowley chuckles. 

“Why are you telling me this anyways?” you continue timidly.

“I’m getting you out of here, (Y/N). I figured, we’re just a few more hours until we get to the portal... what is a little more softness from my part?”

“Why?” you still demand “Why would you help me if there isn’t anything in it for you?” 

“Because it’s the right thing to do” he says with a serious face. 

You keep talking for a while. You tell him a bit about your life, hunting, family, friends... and he listens attentive, stroking your hair as the words come out of your mouth. 

Afterwards, you stay silent, leaving the conversation at that. It’s been a few rough days (if you can call that days), and you two have shared more than enough to each other. 

“(Y/N)...” he calls your name quietly “Before we leave, there’s something I need to do”. 

“What is it?” you say lifting yourself up a bit to look him in the eyes. His scruffed beard almost grazing your chin, his eyes looking at your mouth. 

“Care to guess?” he says as he catches your lips in a gasp, you part them and begin exploring his mouth, letting his tongue dive into yours, deepening the kiss.

The heat is consuming the both of you, desperation and need for contact, for love, catches you two off guard, wandering for more. Your hand roams across his chest, grabbing him and closing any single distance existing in between, and then travels to his crotch. His on the other side, moves to your hair and pulls you to him, his other hand tightening on your waist, an eager grasp, but he stops you right there.

“(Y/N)” he says softly “I... we can’t”.

“Why not?” you say confused, still kissing his neck and jaw. 

“We could get killed” he explains holding you gently, making you look at him “We need to keep moving, we’re almost there”. 

“What if I never see you again?” you ask, voice cracking. He gives you a light, sad smile. 

“Hopefully, you won’t” he jokes, embracing you tightly. Sideways, you get a peek of what you think it’s a tear leaving his eye. 

You get up feeling heavy. This place has weighed on you but so has the fact that Crowley seems decided to stay behind, and you’ve come... to love him, actually. 

A few hours walking pass. The forest is in absolute silence, monsters just in the distance.

Suddenly, an electromagnetic force starts calling your senses, you feel drawn to it. 

“We’re almost there” you tell him, knees beginning to feel weak after all the walking, the fighting. You feel like you’ve been swimming non-stop all this time and just now you are about to touch mainland. Crowley smiles and nods, sensing you’re probably right. 

Finally, the portal appears in front of your eyes. Blue, electric lights, the end of the tunnel. 

Crowley stands close behind you, waiting for you to go, suppressing the need to cry and scream and curse at watching you leave. 

Unexpectedly, you turn to him and grab his hand, pulling him with you.

“You’re coming with me” you tell him with one foot on the other side of the almost closed portal.

“Are you out of your bloody mind?!” he yells “You don’t know if it’ll work!”

“I have to try!” you yell back almost in a sob, and with one last pull, Crowley’s inside the portal with you, it closes instantly and spins you around for what seems like eternity. 

You wake up in a field in the middle of nowhere. There’s no road, no signs, no nothing. And Crowley is nowhere to be seen.

“Damn it!” you scream at the sky in tears, realizing the portal must’ve bounced him right back at Purgatory. Or maybe even some place worse. 

“Quite the temper, haven’t we?” a voice coming from behind some bushes startles you. 

It’s him.

You can’t believe it.

It’s really him.

“Crowley!” you say running to him. He picks you up in his arms and hugs you as if he hadn’t seen you in decades. 

“Hello, darling” he greets softly leaving you on the ground, wiping the tears off your cheeks with his thumb. 

“I thought I’d lost you”.

“Well, no. Apparently you’re not so lucky” he mocks and you laugh, smacking him lightly on the chest. 

“So” you start “What now? Can’t you use your demon powers to zap us out of here?” 

He makes a thoughtful face for a second and then shakes his head.

“I think they’re gone” he confesses.

“What do you mean gone? As in gone-gone?” you interrogate in surprise.

“Yes as in gone-gone” he admits rolling his eyes playfully “I don’t understand why I...”

“Maybe you’re getting a second chance” you tell him with a grin, which he returns but it’s not quite sure about “Whatever, we’ll... we’ll figure something out”. 

Now’s the time to keep walking, this time hand in hand, no weapons needed, until you find the main road and manage to sneak into the back of a truck. 

When you get to the civilization, you politely ask some woman on the street if you can use their phone to call some pals. They send you some cash so you can go back home. 

You get to your apartment after what appears to be a lifetime, though your friends tell you it’s just been four months since they last heard from you. 

Both you and Crowley strip out of your dirty, ragged clothes and get into the shower together, washing down the dirt and blood, but it’s more than that, it’s a new start.

You get Crowley a towel to dry himself, which he does with you sitting on his lap, drying yourself as well. 

“What’s next, Kitten?” he asks when he’s finished, wrapping his arms around your waist, seeing as you drop the towel to the floor. 

“Well no more hunting, for starters” you declare and he chuckles “Apart from that, I have no idea”. 

You stop to think for an instant. 

“Does this mean you’re entirely human?” you ask shyly. He looks at you, a mix of fear and hope in his eyes. 

“Shall we find out?” he interrogates and you nod, placing your hand to his chest, relaxing the moment you sense his heartbeat “Go get the holy water, Pet. We should be sure anyways”. 

So you test him with holy water, salt, a demon trap, and even a demon knife you had laying around. He’s human. 

The two of you grin lightly and stay embraced for a while in the couch, taking in the scent of the other, still naked. 

He stays quiet for a bit, but then clears his throat and speaks again.

“Do you mind if I use your phone to call my... Moose and Squirrel?” he asks, tone a bit shy. 

“Be my guest” you say smiling, lifting up from him so he can put an oversized old robe you had on and call his friends. 

You hear some rings through the phone.

“Funny” he says lowly “Says none of this numbers exist”. 

“What?” you say frowning “Try again”. 

He does but the machine keeps telling him the same.

“Well, maybe they ditched their phones?” you presume “They’re hunters, wouldn’t be uncommon”. 

“No, I suppose it wouldn’t” he reflects.

“Have you got an address?” you ask “If the Impala hasn’t been stolen, we could pay them a visit”. 

He nods still a bit confused. 

“The Impala?” he questions carefully. 

“Yeah, my car”.

He goes silent again, but sighs and shrugs shortly afterwards.

“Do you have any clothes that’ll fit me?” he says doubtful.

“Yeah, I must’ve somewhere”.

You look through the drawers and find some men clothes. Must be from a friend, or an ex-boyfriend or something.

“Hopefully this’ll fit” you say handing him over a pair of black jeans, plain black t-shirt and black shoes. He sighs.

“We’re going shopping after this” he declares starting to change, you laugh and roll your eyes. 

When you hit the road, the address he gives you seems oddly familiar, but you decide not to ask questions just yet, and instead wait to see what happens. 

You feel safe with him on the road. His hand on your knee while you drive and his absent stare on the highway. 

You get to the place and... you weren’t wrong, this is your old grandparents house. 

“Crowley...” you begin as he gets out of the car and towards the door “What are we doing here?” 

“We...” he says as he tries to open the door, and can’t but notice this place doesn’t look quite similar to what he remembered, and it hasn’t even been that long. You frown and take out the old keys to open the door. He stares at you in shock. 

“My grandparents used to live here. Men of Letters and all” you chuckle opening the door, Crowley has gone silent. You turn on the bunker’s lights and inhale the book and dust scent. 

“This whole time, it was you” he acknowledges but you don’t understand.

“What do you mean me? What are you talking about?” 

“I think... I think the portal bounced me to another dimension, to your dimension, just like I was telling you” Crowley tells you after putting two and two together.

“Oh” you finally understand “Oh”.

Inevitably, your heart fills with worry. You don’t want him to leave. 

You get back to the car and just sit there, trying to process what just happened. 

“We should go back to you place” he mutters after a while “It’ll be easier to decide what to do”. 

You nod and start the engine on. 

When you’re back at your apartment, everything feels kind of different, there’s a heavy tension coating the room. 

“I’m gonna change into something more comfortable” you state heading for your room. When you’re stripping out of your jeans, Crowley enters your bedroom as you put some pajama shorts on and losing the bra without taking your t-shirt off. When he sees you, he walks slowly over you and with a playful look pulls you to the bed with him. You begin to stroke his hair while he’s laying on your chest.

“Crowley” you mumble, unsure about what you’re about to say “Maybe we can find a way back. To your friends I mean”.

“Who says I wanna go back?” he says frowning “I was tired of having a bunch of demons on my tail the whole bloody time anyways”. 

“But aren’t you going to miss them? Sam and Dean? And Castiel? And your mother?” you say worried, it’s not like you are pushing him to leave, it really isn’t, but you don’t want him to stay if that means he won’t be happy. He already knows that. 

“Mother is dead as far as I know, as for the other three Hardy boys... they’ll do just fine without me” he says a bit nostalgic but giving you a genuine smile “Besides, I have you now, haven’t I?” 

You smile back and nod.

“Then I have everything I could possibly want or need right here” he declares, turning to kiss you

MASTERLIST

[darkpurpledawn]

Love in Limbo by TheOldAquarian

Rated: M

Tags: Ineffable Husbands, Ineffable Bureaucracy, Romantic Comedy, Banter, Humor, Hijinks & Shenanigans, none of the worldbuilding here is meant to be ontologically or ecologically coherent, Based on the movie Set It Up (2018), Implied Sexual Content, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, the apocalypse but played for laughs, Sharing a Bed, Limbo is a place here and it has a juice bar, the corporate culture of heaven and hell (is a disaster), Crowley's relationship with his plants is 50 shades of screwed up, Matchmaking

Aziraphale and Crowley are racing to stop the apocalypse by scheming to get Gabriel and Beelzebub together. It's not going to be easy to spark a romance between an angel and a demon who have seemingly nothing in common, but luckily, falling madly in love with an archenemy is something Aziraphale and Crowley have experience with. If only they could admit it to each other before the end of the world

Chapter 7/10 is now up!

[aziraphales-library]

hello! Are there any fanfics which has Aziraphale x Crowley and Beezlebub x Gabriel?? <33

Hi! There are loads of fics with Aziraphale/Crowley and Beelzebub/Gabriel! Here is just a selection for you...

Love in Limbo by TheOldAquarian (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley are racing to stop the apocalypse by scheming to get Gabriel and Beelzebub together. It's not going to be easy to spark a romance between an angel and a demon who have seemingly nothing in common, but luckily, falling madly in love with an archenemy is something Aziraphale and Crowley have experience with. If only they could admit it to each other before the end of the world.

The Garden Party by StarryEyedForAnArchangel (M)

The traitors are enjoying life after Armageddon't on a beautiful sprawling estate, showing up the historical fashion humans with their historically accurate duds.

Two Bureaucrats are doing the same, trying to enjoy their own lives that they've made up.

Shenanigans ensured.

Hell is a place on earth by phlintandsteel (T)

“And think about joining the neighborhood watch, we meet on Wednesdays!”

Crowley immediately turned around as soon as Gabriel let him out of their little encounter, so he just waved the newspaper over his head noncommittally as he headed back into his house.

“Who was that you were talking to?” Aziraphale asked, nodding at the kitchen window while he poached their eggs on the stove.

“Some cunt.”

Sometimes it's cosmic, sometimes it's cocktail weiners by myladyclegane (M)

All executive chef Anthony J Crowley wanted was a cider and some time with the girls(of the Golden variety) after his double shift, what he gets is playing savior when his best friend and next door neighbor (and desperate crush) has to unexpectedly host a last minute game night for his awful co-workers.

Love no one must speak of by deaddarkness (M)

They couldn't be any different from each other yet whilst good and evil will always hate each other in ways, some how over time unusual feelings and attraction arises for the two bureaucratic representatives Garbiel and Beelzebub a foreboding desire had come to the surface after the stalling of the end of days. Though they aren't alone.....

Bohemian Rhapsody by Joseph_Amadeus (M)

They meet when Crowley decides to write a book and gets some help from his best friend's brother-in-law. Or how Crowley writes a book for Aziraphale

- Mod D

[sliding-into-space]

Zombie au questions, how did Hacker get locked away? What kind of powers does Slider have? Does he ever punch anybody, like Hacker? Relationships between him and everybody else at cc, what are they like?

THANK YOU FOR FUELING MY OBSESSION WITH THIS AU! :)

So! Control Central is one of the only strongholds left that isn't crawling with masses of infected. Buzz and Delete get infected, bringing it onto the Grim Wreaker, which unfortunately means he can't stay on there safely and just avoid all the Cybersites. So he shows up at Control Central with an ego an size of a Texas Senator, thinking that for some strange reason he'll be hailed as a saving grace for Cyberspace and be crowned ruler because clearly if Motherboard had been stronger she could have stopped this, despite who actually created the virus and all that. Instead he is greeted by Coop punching him squarely in the face because Slider is half rotting code now and that kinda pisses Coop off. But unfortunately he does have handy info so instead of kicking him out to rot in his own virus, they lock him in a cell in Control Central where he, Marbles, Coop, and Archenemies are working together to try to find a cure.

That's where Slider comes in. The virus is spread by physical contact. He got attacked at the skatepark but made it home back to Coop before it completely got to his processors meaning he was still in his right mind. Coop in a panic puts on a radiation suit and drives like a madman to Control Central to beg Dr Marbles to save Slider. After several tries they were able to make a solution that can stop the spread, but not get rid of it, unfortunately it needs to be given every week or else the spread starts up again. They also can't have Slider running around and infecting others so he's in a glass containment cell in the lab and has unfortunately become more of a lab rat for possible solutions to the virus, making him kinda bitter and detached. As for his powers he's still working on being able to control it. Picture a black goo of code that's attached to Slider at all times. The more upset he gets the more unstable his code becomes and the more goo like he becomes. Hacker takes great enjoyment in trying to get Slider as deformed as possible. Slider can form different shapes with it, have larger strength and can even control smaller amounts of it when it's detached from his body. When he gets out of containment all of control central gets put into lockdown. They have developed a freeze ray that basically when used on Someone, it traps them int a containment of the ray, so when Slider gets out and gets caught, he just grumpily gets escorted back to his cell in a floating beam of light.

Slider has become pretty bitter and sarcastic, he doesn't believe that people have good intentions anymore and doesn't care about saving Cyberspace. Coop tries to visit him as much as possible but won't speak up about stopping any testing on Slider because he understands what's at stake. The kids do not exist in this universe and are dropped in by accident via a glitching portal from their own canon universe. Most characters are a lot more desperate, mistrusting, tired, and mean bc it's the apocalypse bayBEEE! If you wanna know about a specific character just send another ask about it. Slider is closest to Digit bc Digit is the only one who actually thinks he shouldn't have to be there and shows that he still has a moral compass.

[true-blue-sonic]

I’m thinking about how much Silver’s life has sucked up to this point because honestly…

Sonic ’06. You spend 14 years of your life fighting your archenemy, a giant fire demon, with only your bullied best friend at your side. Some creep with no mouth shows up and yeets you through time and space in order to kill someone who he vaguely proclaims responsible. You are desperate to save your world but also unsure about what the right thing to do is and oops, you tried to kill a guy twice and then it turns out you were wrong, hijinks ensue, you are ready to sacrifice yourself but your best friend goes in your place instead, the guy who you tried to kill died anyway and now you need to help fight the literal god of the sun and also time. You win, the timeline gets rewritten, and you still exist in its replacement! Neat.

Problem: you now have an archnemesis who travels back in time to turn the whole planet into a card, and then when you defeat him he escapes and releases a different fire demon on the world. This destroys your future before you are able to travel back in time and stop the event and also should have caused the mother of all paradoxes, but that’s neither here nor there. You defeat your archnemesis with help from your new best buddy, leave him (your archnemesis, not your pal) for dead in a burning hell dimension, and all is well. You get to go to an amusement park and meet your sacrificed best friend there! You don’t recall her at all beyond a vague feeling of familiarity.

Next you somehow end up in the broken realm between dimensions where you battle one of your rivals and get crushed under your own immensely dense and heavy debris ball that you were keeping as your last resort in battle. Oops again. At least you get to attend a birthday party afterwards that you weren’t even invited for, which is nice.

However the future is still not safe! You go back in time again to participate in a 6-month global war, and you nearly get steamrolled by your enemy’s newest and most powerful creation for your efforts. Luckily this time your participation in the plot has actually paid off and a disaster is averted. You go back to your era once more only to find that basically everyone and everything has been turned into metal and/or disintegrated. Yet another time-travel trip later and you are one of the like legit four survivors of the actual zombie robot apocalypse before you and your presence manage to save everyone at the last second. Finally, finally, your future is saved, at least in one continuity and until the plot demands that it is destroyed again.

I know other characters go through a lot of crap in this franchise (just look into Tails’ or Shadow’s backstory), but I consider Silver to definitely have it among the roughest of all. However, to me it’s very inspiring that Silver manages to be so optimistic, bright, and just despite having every right to be bitter and angry about the situation he finds himself in.

A large problem is that he needs to be relevant (to a degree) when the plot of a game demands it, and a ruined future that he tries to circumvent is often the main reason for him to be there. I myself would like it better if he decided to stay in the past for good and negate any possible dangers from there, without the time travel, but that is of course not up to me.

[naerryn]

Fragile Tension (Part One)

Part Two

“How many coffee is that now?”, my partner Lea asked bemused when she sat down at the edge of my office desk as she’s eyeing the steaming black coffee next to my laptop.

“Six? I am surprised you’re really drinking this dishwater.”, she asked in the blue, tugging some of hair messy curly hair behind her round ears and I noticed dark circles around her chocolate brown eyes, even through her almond brown skin tone concealed a lot of her tiredness.

“Better than nothing.”, I shrugged her comment off and added some milk and sugar into the porcelain mug. Nightshift at the Magic Task Force facility was always an unpleasant experience, to say the least. Either nothing was going on and you had to fight sleep for ten hours straight, or the crazy shit was blowing up right into our face. There was nothing in between.

At least, there weren’t many other agents in the building at this hour. Especially almost to no elves.

“Oh, guess what.”, Lea started talking again, obviously I was part of her plan to fight off her desire to sleep while I was stirring my coffee with a silver spoon. I hummed in respond, waiting for her to continue talking.

“I heard Agent Arlon bitching about the public speech your mother held in the elf district of Seattle today. Shame for all elves and the usual bullshit.”

“And here I thought you head something new.”, I replied with a dramatic roll of my eyes, taking a sip from my almost to sweet tasting coffee. It was an open secret that the bigger part of the elvish society considered my mother to be their personal Dark Lord. Or antichrist, how humans liked to say in such a matter.

She worked since decades for a real equality between all races, not just one that stood on paper. Growing up privileged, my mother sympathized at a very young age with creatures that weren’t lucky enough to live behind guarded walls and enjoy the best unaffordable education for over 60 % of the planet.

Her speeches back then were waved off as youthful flaws, but when she felt in love with a human and decided to give birth to the first halfbreed of the elvish kind, that crossed the line for most elves.

It was socially tolerated to have a secret affair with humans, but that’s were the comfort zone ended. Being in an official relationship would be a scandal to an alarming extent and the pressure to much to bear, but breeding with a different race, that was a social death sentence.

I lived my childhood in the elf district of New York City, moved with my parents to three more elvish districts around the country before we finally settled in Los Angeles. Still a lot of hate, but at least there was enough other gossip that we could live our lives in peace for most parts. There were only heydays of hatred whenever mother did one of her more passionate speeches about equality or wanted to enforce a new law that didn’t benefit the needs of the elves.

“One should think that they are more discrete with you being around.”, Lea said thoughtfully, taking one of the elder files that rested on my desk and flipped through the pages.

“Nah, they love it when I walk in to listen to their shit. Hoping I will cry my eyes out about it.”

Back when Lea and I got paired up roughly three years ago, she thought I am just one of those arrogant elves that fill the halls of the department, thinking that everyone should bow to them. But that impression dissolved into dust when she witnessed me getting bullied by elvish coworkers on a daily basis.

I may looked like them, minus the pointed teeth and the bright, light colored eyes, those were human, I got treated like an abomination since the day of my conception. Even by my elvish grandparents.

A loud ping echoed through the open space office and the door of the elevator opened with a swift motion, revealing the Agents Kandomere and Montehugh to be back from a field trip.

I growled at the sight of the buff elf, with his dyed blue hair slicked back nicely and his silver-blue eyes scanning the room as he entered the room with his partner.

“Behave.”, Lea hissed quietly, but we both knew that Kandomere heard every word we would exchange from now on, even if he would be five rooms apart from us.

He was the personification of my archenemy. The second I laid eyes on his silver gorget, etched with the sentence “Elves above all. Above all elves.” in Övüsi, the elvish language, I decided to hate him with a burning passion.

And after a heated debate in a team meeting around a year ago, where it wouldn’t have taken much for us to strangle one another to death, our human partners decided to keep us separated by all costs. And it worked until now.

I didn’t came around to notice how he clenched his strong jaw as his piercing eyes landed on me, heard his heartbeat quickening and he let out a deep breath.

“Can’t he breath even louder.”

“[Y/N]!”, my partner hissed again, this time a bit more aggressive, her eyes dancing between me and the two arrivals and I could swear I noticed a pleading look on Montehughs face directed at Lea.

“Why don’t we go to the archives? Decoding some ancient languages? What do you say, [Y/N]?”

“No.”

“Well, I could go for something small to eat, Kandomere.”, I heard Montehughs booming voice, looking around the room casually before glancing at his partner, who was striding through the room in my direction.

“Then go.”, he said callous, passing Lea and my desk with stone cold features before I could hear the chair of the desk right behind mine being pulled back. So that’s his first move, I thought to myself and decided to slurp on my coffee rather unladylike.

I felt his death glare literally on the back of my head, but at this very moment, I couldn’t care less. Instead, I had to hold back myself from laughing about Lea and Montehugh, who were unable to cope with their (half-) elvish partners.

Montehugh, who still stood close to the elevator, walked the invisible path Kandomere previously moved on, but he came to halt right next to Lea and myself.

“Long time no see... So, how is it going?”

“Well, it’s always the same, Ulysses.”

“Ulysses?”, I blurred out with a raised eyebrow, watching the two humans with an answer demanding look in the eyes and judging the of Kandomeres sharp breath we were sitting in the same boat.

“That’s his name.”

“I know, but since when are we addressing each other by first name?”

He’s with the enemy, I thought to myself, as I tried my best not to let that thought become visible on my facial features.

“I have friends beside you, [Y/N].”

“Friends?”, this time, it was Kandomeres sonorous voice filling the air as he rose his voice and I slid back while remaining on the chair to be able to look at him and the two human.

“Since we can’t bring the two of you to team meetings without starting the apocalypse, we started talking during the breaks and stuff.”, Montehugh said in defense, crossing his arms in front of his chest while Lea slipped down from the desk to stand next to him.

“Oh really?”, Kandomere and I said at the same time, quickly glancing at one another before turning our attention back to our partners.

"You both are behaving ridiculous. I mean, look at you.”

“She’s right. You know what, Lea and I are getting some supper and you guys can burn down this place if necessary, but don’t get us involved anymore.”, and with that being said, Montehugh and Lea turned their backs on us and headed straight for the elevator and just a blink of the eye later, they were gone behind metallic doors.

“That’s your fault.”, Kandomere said in a low growl, interlocking his hands in front of his face while staring at me with arched eyebrows.

“My fault?”, I asked him outraged, placing a hand on my chest as I swirled around to face him. He remained silently, his silver-blue eyes staring me down without blinking.

“This is hardly my fault. You”

“I have done nothing.”

“Of course. How could I forget that our godlike Kandomere isn’t able to do anything wrong. Elves above all. Above all elves. Right!”, I yelled at him and both of us rose to our feet, only a desk kept us apart from one another.

At first, there was pure rage shown on his face, but with every heavy breath that he exhaled, his strong features began to soften.

“So this what it was all about the entire time?”, Kandomere asked me calmly, tilting his head while he scanned my features for any sign if he found the final clue to solve a case that caused him a lot of headaches.

Unwittingly, I backed away a small step, meeting the desk I said behind for the last two hours with my backside while my full attention rested on the elf in front of me.

“What are you talking about?”, I muttered under my breath and felt awed by the sudden change of his demeanor as I watched Kandomere pointing at his silver gorget, his piercing light eyes locked with mine.

“You hate me because of a piece of jewelry?”

“I hate you for everything this piece of jewelry stands for.”, I told him honestly and I could tell by the look on his face what he was thinking at this very moment. That I was sounding just like my mother.

“I have nothing against other races.”

“But?”

“But I think most need supervision.”

“By elves?”, I wasn’t beating around the bush, but neither was Kandomere, and I crossed my arms in front of my chest while he walked around the desk, now standing an arm-length apart from me as he leaned against the desk.

“Yes.”

I snorted in respond, shaking my head in disbelief about his dusty, old fashioned views. Sadly, this view was shared by most of those elitist pure-blooded elves. An awkward silence took a firm grip of us, mentally going through the usual better and worse reasons to believe in each of our views.

Those debates were held millions of times, there was no good reason for the two of us to start it on our own. Nothing new would come out of it. Everything that someone could say on that topic was already said by older, more wiser elves then us.

“But that doesn’t mean that I hold any resentment towards you.”, Kandomere said after a long pause, slowly coming closer to me in small, graceful steps. I bit my lower lip, avoiding his gaze for a split second before looking back up to meet his eyes.

“I find it hard to belief.”

“Really?”

“Really.”, we exchanged our words quickly, and he came to stop right in front of me, the tip of his expensive designer shoes touching mine softly. He smelled like smoke of an open fire mixed with the scent of leather and roses. It left me wondering for a moment if there was someone waiting for him at home, but that thought left my racing mind as quickly as it entered.

“Then, would you allow me to prove you that my words are honest? All I want is a chance and time.”, he spoke calmly, looking down at me through half closed eyes.

“I have to think about it.”, I whispered, flinching away from him before I grabbed my jacket, which rested on the back of my chair before I stride towards the closed elevator.

I felt his eyes burning in the back of my head with every step I came closer to my escape, his smell still etched into my mind and the sonorous sound of his voice echoing in my head.

I needed a clear head, and here, with him, I wouldn’t be able to get what the back of my head demanded. That’s at least what I told myself as I waited for the elevator to show up, feeling like it’s taking longer then usual for it to show up on our floor.

With a loud ping, the door glided to one side and I quickly entered the small room to press the button for the ground floor. Turning around on the spot, my eyes landed on Kandomere one last time before the doors closed automatically.

The silver-blue orbs of his were pleading me to stay, to come back to him and sit down on the some chairs, talking about this and that and making first steps on getting to know one another. I lowered my head, avoiding his gaze as the door closed the engine of the elevator starting to lower the cabin to it’s destination.

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