#ch viola

[funkyllama]

Arrivals to Saint Elisabeth's Cathedral at Wittmund Palace for the Wedding of Queen Viviana II of the Ionian Union to Prince Philippe of Francesim,

Our most gracious Queen met her bridegroom outside Saint Elizabeth's Cathedral at Wittmund Palace this morning. As members of the Ionian Royal and French Imperial families processed together to their seats, Prince Philippe bowed in greeting before his soon to be wife and Liege. The young and expressive Prince Lenerd Yannik stood on his own two feet, holding hands with the Countess Hertford, his mother’s Maid of Honor, as they greeted the groom’s Best Man. When Emperor Napoléon V last met the boy, he was a baby, sitting in the Emperor's arms.

Wedding Program - Ceremony - Portraits I - Reception

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[tiredassmage]

with very little preamble or preparation, etc. i think one of the most fascinating things so far about tyr as hunter, in taking that role as the star cabal's operative, is how much of a mirror he ends up being.

i've always been fairly trusting of tyr's people skills - it's one of his strengths as an infiltrator, as an undercover operative. he seems magnetized in a way to finding needs and desires in others, and part of that is his training as a cipher being able to draw that out because it helps him do his job, and the other part - perhaps the greater part, as it persists beyond intelligence's lifespan - is tyr's core is still his own interpretation and ideals.

he's a learner and a receptive one. you can raise him just about any which way you want, but once you let him out into the world, he keeps engaging with it, keeps learning, keeps seeing - because all but universally it's what he's encouraged to do by the kind of roles he takes.

and that does not exclude a version of events where a secret son of the will-be minister of imperial intelligence by the end of this war is raised to be the enforcer of this silent will battling to wrest control of the galaxy from the war of wills between jedi and sith that seems to predate them all.

but, regardless of how they made hunter, they still sent him out to learn and observe and report and intervene. tyr is still tyr, as a character, even if they scraped that serial number off of him before he would recognize that as a name. even as hunter, he still takes something of a shining to ardun kothe, still feels that draw to a man who wears regrets in the aging lines and canyons across his face and still talks about old ideals tied up in a blade he rarely carries with him anymore, in favor of the blaster he drew when he dropped the mantle of jedi for the demands of the ever-forward-marching galaxy they live in.

and then there's cipher nine, at the center of it all whether they'd like to be or not. learning lessons about this game and how it's played and whose at the table and who brings the weighted dice as they take a seat themselves - or they're made it.

hunter has no love for being a hand that draws blood to teach those lessons. he understands. he's listened to the voices behind his shoulder that hold the knife to his throat in a silent reminder of his purpose - said to be given as a gift, but with promised punishment for non-compliance.

but they made you both this way, didn't they?

he takes no joy in teaching nine this lesson. at finding them across from him bloodied and at the crossroads. that's no fit apology, he knows. complicity is still complicity, in ways, despite the knives at their backs. but duty had at least some part in driving both of them this far, didn't it? you can't deny that.

and tyr - hunter - has never been a man who knows how to quit quietly. when there's nothing left but the ashes of trying to change the world - no more intelligence, no more star cabal, when there is nobody else to deal the cards except the two of them..?

your turn, nine. what's it going to be? who are they going to be?

it's okay if you still hate him. there's blood on his hands no amount of understanding what loneliness and agonies that have been wrought will ever change. he's no right to ask for mercy, but if anger's going to make you take the shot... maybe make it quick.

failing that, it's just the two of you. to hell with intelligence. to hell with the cabal. it's not about either of them, is it? you've already drawn blood, so finish what you've started. get back on your feet and fight. fight until one of you drives a blade into the other's heart. maybe it isn't dying for something, or maybe it's everything. at least with his boots on, with his own ideas. for what little it's worth, he's still sorry. but at least this was for him. not some backhanded masters, sight unseen.

or. it's just the two of you. and enough secrets to blackmail the galaxy. you already tore into each other for duty. there is no further pretense for it. so what about it, nine? take him in, because at least your imperial masters have showed some of their hand? at least you know what the knife looks like, and that's better than some, isn't it? you can still call him hunter, then. because he'll take your odd chance that his presence will be unwelcome by your imperial masters for the chance to finish what you started. some of them got away. and who better to snuff out their traces than their own hunter?

or is it about... change? run or stay, doesn't particularly matter... but is it about change? about being something... more? to transcend purpose and redefine it for yourselves. and that..? that might require a new name.

but it's your call, nine. you have all the pieces now. welcome to the game.

[toestalucia]

images im obsessed with

[lovecharged]

[opwomcn]

Marry for all of the Sanji's that posted that one meme. <3

[dxsole]

what's wrong with men like me? control viola

🖍️ A LOT OF THINGS! | Not Accepting

Viola scoffs. Loudly. Even makes a face to go with it.

"Uhhhh a lot? A whole ton! 'Cause you're a man." It's not exactly a nice thing to say or think but Viola doesn't care. Plus, she would argue that she's only ever known one man and he was bad so she is completely in the right to think this regardless of what the doctors all said.

"And also, like, look at you." A crimson crayon is pointed in his direction before she goes back to her coloring. "You've got a stupid face."

[lunarcry]

been thinking about the astrals who started families w skydwellers lately again

[petalsprompts]

Dame Margaret Natalie Smith, CH, DBE 28th of December, 1934 — 27th of September, 2024

She received  numerous  accolades,  including  two  Academy  Awards,  five  BAFTA  Awards,  four  Emmy  Awards,  three  Golden  Globe  Awards  and  a  Tony  Award,  as  well  as  nominations  for  six  Laurence  Olivier  Awards.  She  was  one  of  the  few  performers  to  earn  the  Triple  Crown  of  Acting.

“ Do  not  be  stilled  by  anger  or  grief.  Burn  them  both  and  use  that  fuel  to  keep  moving.  Look  up  at  the  clouds  and  tip  your  head  way  back  so  the  roofs  of  the  houses  disappear.  Keep  moving. ” — Dame Maggie Smith in her memoir; You Could Make This Place Beautiful (2023)

"My  wife  and  I  were  deeply  saddened  to  learn  of  the  death  of  Dame  Maggie  Smith.  As  the  curtain  comes  down  on  a  national  treasure,  we  join  all  those  around  the  world  in  remembering  with  the  fondest  admiration  and  affection  her  many  great  performances  and  her  warmth  and  wit  that  shone  through  both  on  and  off  the  stage." — King Charles III

"The  end  of  an  era  of  the  sheer  definition  of  what  it  means  to  be  an  actor.  You  created  characters  that  clung  to  us,  moved  us,  entertained  us  ......  made  us  look  within.  You  defied  the  expectations  of  age....  crossed  generations.  You  were  greatness  personified  Dame  Maggie  Smith.  'A  lady  always  knows  when  it's  time  to  leave'  [...]  Godspeed  ♥️"  —  Viola  Davis

"She  was  a  fierce  intellect, a  gloriously  sharp  tongue,  could  intimidate  and  charm  in  the  same  instant  and  was,  as  everyone  will  tell  you,  extremely  funny...  The  word  legend  is  overused  but  if  it  applies  to  anyone  in  our  industry  then  it  applies  to  her."  —  co-star  in  Harry  Potter,  Daniel  Radcliffe

"Maggie  Smith  was  a  truly  great  actress,  and  we  were  more  than  fortunate  to  be  part  of  the  last  act  in  her  stellar  career.  She  was  a  joy  to  write  for,  subtle,  many-layered,  intelligent,  funny  and  heart-breaking.  Working  with  her  has  been  the  greatest  privilege  of  my  career,  and  I  will  never  forget  her."  —  Downton  Abbey  creator,  Julian  Fellowes

"Maggie  Smith  was  a  great  woman  and  a  brilliant  actress.  I  still  can’t  believe  I  was  lucky  enough  to  work  with  the  “one-of-a-kind”.  My  heartfelt  condolences  go  out  to  the  family  …  RIP."  —  co-star  in  Sister  Act & Sister Act 2: Back In The Habit,  Whoopi  Goldberg

"When  I  was  younger  I  had  no  idea  of  Maggie’s  legend  –  the woman  I  was  fortunate  enough  to  share  space  with.  It  is  only  as  I’ve  become  an  adult  that  I’ve  come  to  appreciate  that  I  shared  the  screen  with  a  true  definition  of  greatness."  —  co-star  in the  Harry  Potter film series,  Emma  Watson

"Heartbroken  to  hear  about  Maggie.  She  was  so  special,  always  hilarious  and  always  kind.  I  feel  incredibly  lucky  to  have  shared  a  set  with  her  and  particularly  lucky  to  have  shared  a  dance."  —  co-star  in the  Harry  Potter film series,  Rupert  Grint

"Anyone  who  ever  shared  a  scene  with  Maggie  will  attest  to  her  sharp  eye,  sharp  wit  and  formidable  talent,"  on-screen  son  in  Downton  Abbey,  Hugh  Bonneville

"I  had  the  unforgettable  experience  of  working  with  her;  sharing  a  two-shot  was  like  being  paired  with  a  lion.  She  could  eat  anyone  alive,  and  often  did.  But  funny,  and  great  company.  And  suffered  no  fools.  We  will  never  see  another.  God  speed,  Ms.  Smith!"  —  co-star  in  Suddenly,  Last  Summer,  Rob  Lowe

[allisonreader]

@inklings-challenge Here is my retelling of Sleeping Beauty for the four loves challenge. I have posted it before but I did go through and edited/rewrote it. When I originally wrote it, I hadn’t had any intention of writing it, but it flow right out.

Sleeping Beauty

"No. You shall not curse my daughter. She is not the one responsible for MY oversight or decision. If anyone must take your wrath for not being invited, let it be me, not my daughter," the Queen stood protectively in front of her daughter sleeping peacefully in her cradle, glaring at the vile fairy trying to stake a death curse on the newborn.

"Very well Queen Viola, on your daughter’s 16th birthday you shall take her place and die. Should she ever learn before that point that you have taken the curse bestowed upon her first, she shall join you in your final resting place," the vile fairy laughed as she left, waking the little princess.

Queen Viola comforted her daughter as her heart broke. Her daughter would be safe, even if it meant her life.

There was one fairy left, one who was not vile and tainted by a dark heart. The remaining good fairy had been able to soften the curse into an enchanted sleep for either a hundred years or a kiss from a devoted love (whichever should come first). The fairy had told the King and Queen that for this to work, the king must let the Queen sleep for at least a few years before he tried to wake her.

This would be a challenge, but it gave them hope. That even if they were going to be separated for a few years, that at least they could be together again.

Thus the King and Queen showered their daughter with love and kept their plans from her of how they were going to solve the issue of the Queen's impending sleep.

Over the years their daughter grew ever so lovely and kind. Never once learning the fate that awaited the queen.

Not once did the dear sweet child doubt the love her parents had for her. Leaving her all the more shocked in the week leading up to her 16th birthday as the majority of the castle staff worked on finishing their preparations to leave, with the queen to remain behind.

It hurt her heart to see her daughter beg and beg her to come with them, and to have to tell her no, she couldn’t. If she could give her the true reason why; she would, but she didn’t dare risk her only child's life.

The day before her daughter’s birthday, her husband and daughter left the castle grounds. She watched sadly from the tallest tower as almost all of the staff left with her family. If all went as planned, she would see both her husband and daughter in a few years.

Her wait wasn’t more than a few hours for her daughter’s birthday to come. Once it did, she laid upon the bed prepared for her and pricked her finger with the spindle and fell to sleep.

The King lived on as asked to do by his Queen. There was hardly a day that didn’t go by that he didn’t think about his wife and pray for her. Every day his daughter would ask about her mother, lamenting that he left her behind. How could he be so cruel?

Still he didn’t dare speak about the curse that her mother took on for her. What if it killed his daughter instead of placing her inside an enchanted sleep like her mother. No, it simply wasn’t worth the risk.

The years passed by slowly. His daughter continued to blossom into a beautiful young woman. At 18 he and his daughter started considering suitors for her, as much as his daughter longed for her mother to be part of the process. A little past 20, she had found a partner in the third born prince from a nearby kingdom.

It took coaxing for her to marry her prince without her mother there, but he knew it was what Viola wanted. Still he waited. Just a little bit longer and he could finally go and reclaim his bride. His daughter was a bit over 23 when she announced that she was expecting and how she wished her mother could be there to see it.

Now it was time.

Much to his daughter and son-in-law’s surprise, he left the expecting parents in charge of the kingdom, while he left on a journey to reclaim his bride, his wife of many years.

There were challenges along the way, clearly trying to keep him from his wife but he persevered through them all. Finally he came upon his wife in the tallest tower and gave a sob upon seeing her once again. His beautiful wife, sleeping, waiting for his kiss.

Caressing her face gently, he first kissed her forehead, each temple, each cheek, the tip of her nose and then finally her lips. She woke slowly, her eyes struggling to open. So he started telling her everything that she had missed as she worked towards waking up. How strained his relationship with their daughter had become at times because he didn’t dare explain the curse to her yet. He hadn’t wanted to risk either their daughter or her.

He told her of their daughter’s husband and the fact that they were to be grandparents, if they weren’t already. He told her of how he missed her every day and how he wished she could have seen it all.

Until finally his wife was fully awake and the pair celebrated and made up for lost time.

The King and Queen made it home to see the (open to all who desired to come) dedication of their grandchildren, as their daughter had given birth to twins. The curse was truly broken.

Their daughter overjoyed to be reunited with her mother and even more so once she understood that the separation had been for her own safety. That the curse that had been placed on her, had been taken up by her parents, so that she would be protected.

[wheresmynaya]

She's Beauty and She's Grace (She'll Punch You in the Face) [CH 3/10]

Caitvi Miss Congeniality AU, Caitlyn/Vi

Summary: Vi goes undercover at the Miss Runeterra Pageant as Miss Zaun in order to identify possible suspects working for a once infamous terrorist group. She's drawn to Caitlyn Kiramman representing Piltover for two reasons: 1) Because she's hot. 2) Because she's sus.

CH Word Count: 7,307

Preview:

Vi slipped the earpiece into her ear, pinned the flag onto the collar of her sweater then gave her earpiece a customary tap. “I’m not hearing anything.”

“Claggor’s working on it. You finishing up early put us way ahead of schedule.”

“So I don’t need to wear it then.” Vi moved to remove it but Ekko stopped her.

“Just keep it in. If we’re done here, you can head to the venue early. I’ll drop you off now. I think you’ll make it in time for the bus trip.”

“What bus trip?” Vi asked as she rounded the car and hopped in. “Do we have time to stop for food?”

“No. Oh! Check the glove compartment, your new I.D. is in there.”

Vi pulled the lever and retrieved the card. She approved of the picture; it was the only one she allowed the agency to use for things like this. She looked good and she was having a great hair day. Plus her face and neck tattoos were already photoshopped out too! That was about all she approved of as she stared down at the piece of plastic between her fingertips.

Vi eyed her covert name. “What the hell is this, Ekko?”

“What?”

If the man wasn’t already driving, she’d send a punch into his shoulder for this kind of shit.

“Viola?” Vi read aloud. “Are you serious?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“You dickheads named me after a fucking instrument!”

continue on ao3

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi! I'm craving some cozy autumn vibes johnlock fics to read in the cold season. Do you have some recs? Lots of love <3

Hi Lovely!!

Oh what a fun list idea!! I can't believe I've never thought of doing one given that Autumn is my fave season! I know more fics than what I picked here for you take place in the Fall, but I've only included ones with the season in the tag. If anyone has more fics, PLEASE add them and give me a hand :)

Hope you enjoy these fics!!

AUTUMN / FALL FICS

See also:

Hot and Cold Fics (June 2022)

Halloween and Ghosts (updated Oct 31/21)

Halloween Fics 2023 (MFLs)

BOOKMARKS

And as the seasons change, I love you more by Teatrolley (NR, 3,219 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff and Angst, Est. Rel., Marriage / Proposal) – A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially.

In the Bleak Midwinter (A Canticle for Advent) by CaitlinFairchild (M, 3,476 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Injury, Missing Scenes, HLV Timeline) – In the autumn of 2014, Mary Watson shot Sherlock Holmes. This is what happened after.

Let me be the wallpaper that papers up your room by Teatrolley (NR, 3,966 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Two Idiots in Love, Fluff, Domestics) – Four seasons in the life of Sherlock and John, really.

Pater Noster by SilentAuror (E, 34,256 w., 2 Ch. || Case Fic, HLV/S3 Fix It Fic, Family Trauma, Sherlock POV, Villain Mary) – During the autumn that John is staying at Baker Street again after Sherlock was shot, he ruminates over the similarity between Sherlock's shot and the one that killed his father when he was fifteen. Cold case meets series 3 fix-it. Part I takes place entirely within His Last Vow, Part II takes place starting at the end of HLV and continues after.

Act IV by SilentAuror (E, 39,707 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fix-It, First Person POV Sherlock, Infidelity, Angst, Drama) – After Sherlock is shot, John moves back into Baker Street. They spend the autumn together as John tries to make sense of his life and make some important decisions about both Mary and Sherlock. Canon-compliant, excerpts from His Last Vow.

MARKED FOR LATER

Into the Gloaming by Vulpesmellifera (M, 8,385 w., 4 Ch. || Heavy Angst, Child Death, Grief / Mourning, Mentions of Cancer, Corvids, Fever Dreams, Hopeful Ending) – She lays the sage bundle down in one of his seashells, avoiding the label. How he loved cataloging natural items. That sharp mind of his so naturally tended to the sciences, and she’d taken great joy in encouraging him all his life. All the first thirteen years of it. The last year has been entirely different. His hand lies just outside the white comforter. When she touches it, the chill of his skin sends a shiver down her spine. His lips move, his voice as soft as dead, dry leaves. “What’s that, love?” she says. “In the trees,” he says, his eyes still closed. “Is it John there in the trees? I think he’s waiting for me.” Viola turns her gaze out the window and to the closest tree, a resplendent cherry in the throes of autumn. In the branches there, for just a second, she thinks she sees it: a black bird, feathers gleaming in the sun.

A Thousand Kisses Deep by Susan (E, 12,689 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Time Travel, Longing, Angst, Post S1, Time Travel Fix It) – “Come here,” Sherlock said and when he did, he put his arm across John’s shoulder, and pulled him close. John let him, and after a moment, rested his head against Sherlock’s chest. Sherlock felt the familiar ache, a longing for what might have been. If only he’d been braver, more sure of John’s feelings. He dropped his arms and stepped back. It was too late. Things were as they were meant to be. But it was autumn in Sussex, and everything was changing. If you were given a chance to go back to the beginning and make things right, would you take it?

Hot Water Bottle by khorazir (T, 18,436 w., 1 Ch. || Post TLD / TFP Doesn’t Exist, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Communication, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Autumn, Bed Sharing, Developing Relationship, First Kiss) – A case in one of the remotest corners of the Lake District, a storm, an inn, a broken boiler, a room with two beds but only one hot water bottle, and two men who have a lot to sort out between them – all of this makes for a night to remember.

Johnloctober by prettysailorsoldier (E, 169,945 w., 31 Ch. || Assorted AU’s || Alternate First Meetings, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, 30 Day OTP Challenge, Prompts, Halloween / Autumn, Assorted Tags) – 31 days of autumnal Johnlock with prompts from all of you! There will be a bit of everything, but you can check the tags for more specifics.For a summary of every chapter, as well as individual tags, click here.

Enigma by khorazir (M, 289,667 w., 23 Ch. || Codebreaker / WWII / Imitation Game-Inspired AU || Case Fic, Espionage, Period-Typical Homophobia / Sexism, Pining Sherlock, Inexperienced / VirginSherlock, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Non-Graphic Violence) – It’s the autumn of 1941, war is raging in Europe, German U-boats are raiding Allied convoys in the Atlantic, the Luftwaffe is bombing English cities, and the cryptographers at Bletchley Park are working feverishly to decode their enemies' encrypted communications. One should consider this challenge and distraction enough for capricious codebreaker Sherlock Holmes. But the true enigmas are yet waiting to be deciphered: an unbreakable code, a strange murder, and the arrival of Surgeon Captain John H. Watson of the Royal Navy.

[funkyllama]

The Wedding Ceremony of Queen Viviana II of the Ionian Union to Prince Philippe of Francesim, Saint Elisabeth's Cathedral at Wittmund Palace.

Wedding Program - Arrivals - Portraits I - Reception

@empiredesimparte @trentonsimblr @warwickroyals @nexility-sims @officalroyalsofpierreland

sorry to everyones sims who are kind of barely elligible @royaltysimblr @thegrimalldis @anachrosims @royalhouseofcarrington @kingdomofvellia

+ @housekonig to be specific

[jelly-fish-wishes]

can you continued the Dimenchant and Viola? CH 1 Page 6?

I’m getting to it. I’m prioritizing one comic first since it’s almost done.

[dxsole]

Not many could handle being in her presence for very long, even if she remained docile. There's such an obvious disconnect— one could only imagine one her age having spent her entire life with someone who only taught her of the world as he saw it. There was prey and there was predator. Nothing more, nothing less. The only women who deserved to live were the ones he deemed necessary— in her youth, Viola had been very proud of the fact that her father deemed her necessary. She was his helper and the only one he could talk to.

That role lost its luster the longer it went on.

"I know that. I know he did that." It's said with a huff, eyes still darting about and not meeting Andro's. She wasn't afraid of them as they were of her, but it was still unnerving. Viola never liked it when people reminded her of this world she did not know and did not understand.

When her therapist first told her that her father's controlling nature was not typical, that fathers shouldn't be like that, she had ripped up every book in his office she could get her hands on until the orderlies took her out.

It's hard to hear that the only way you know how to live is wrong. That you're just so, so wrong.

And they speak of their experience and how things could be fixed— she suddenly shifts, lifting her rear off the chair and replacing it with her feet, curling up and squatting on the chair like a restless child. "They're trying to fix me. That's all they're doing. I've got meds and therapy sessions and I only like the art therapy ones but I dunno if they help— they can't put me in group therapy because I bite and they don't leave me alone with the doctor because I try and hit him. And then you're here," Her head shakes, and nose wrinkles. "'cause they wanna know everything about Daddy. Make a profile. Make sure something like us doesn't happen again— they don't believe I just killed him 'cause I knew he was bad. They don't think I know what's good and bad, but I do."

Viola frowns. It's childish for her age, the gesture exaggerated and pouty. She didn't like being rebutted in any way. Thankfully for everyone, it's not enough to set her off completely.

If anything, it just made her want to try harder to compliment them. "Well, I think you are." It's said matter-of-factly, Viola scratching at her cheek and looking around aimlessly. "Not everyone knows that stuff. I don't tell a lot of people that stuff." So they must be magical in some way. Even if they didn't like the magic, it was still magic.

She stiffens a bit. "I don't speak French." But she could guess what 'skills' they were referring too were. "I'm not like my daddy. Daddy was a bad guy. I'm not a bad guy." But she wasn't outright good either. It felt like being good was so hard, what with all the rules they had in here.

She can recall her first week here when she tried to stab the lunch lady because she didn't give her a big enough scoop of mashed potatoes. Apparently, that had been wrong of her.

"My Daddy wasn't powerful." Viola mumbles through a pout. "He was just mean. People thought he was powerful 'cause he was really, really smart." Her head shakes. "They would've...they could've caught him if they tried." Perhaps she was still a little bitter about that. Why did she have to grow up with him all those years? Why did she have to be the one to end things? Why did no one save her first?

"...'Course he doesn't have power over me." Again, she scoffs and pulls a childish face, something that just screams 'duh!'. "He's dead. Dead people can't do nothing. He's dead and I'm...here."

[anatomic-girl]

Ch 3 – The Most Intimidating Man – is now up on ao3! It’s time to meet Crowley and find out what’s going on in his head with this whole fake marriage thing. Excerpt:

Crowley flapped one hand. “Doesn’t he have someone he knows that he can ask? Ex-boyfriends or whatever? Why’re you asking me?”

“Good question,” Bee said. They were seated on the other side of the couch now, grinning and trying to listen in as if this were a good tv program. Crowley waved to them to be quiet.

“Is that one of your siblings?” Ana asked.

“Bee. I’ve been crashing on their couch since the whole Nick thing went down.”

“Hi Ana!” Bee called. Viola got up and casually strolled over to sit in their lap instead. Traitor.

“Tell them hi for me,” Ana said, and Crowley relayed the message. “Sounds like you need a more permanent living solution anyway. The flat is in Soho…”

He didn’t want to tell her how enticing that prospect was. “Stop dangling bait. Again, why me?”

There were a few moments of silence from the other line. Ana’s voice was quiet when she spoke. “Aziraphale is like Muriel, Crowley. Neurodivergent, not really good with social cues, lots of sensory issues. He hasn’t fared well with partners in the past, and it’s difficult for him to make friends. He’s a lovely, wonderful man and I think that you in particular will really like him. But I also thought that if anyone can jump in and spend a few years in this sort of living situation without going crazy, it would be you. And if there was anyone that wouldn’t hurt Aziraphale more than he’s already been hurt, it would also be you.”

***** I didn’t have a chance to post a link out to last week’s chapter – The Plan – so if you happen to follow fics here instead of on ao3 directly, there are two chapters waiting for you!

Fic notes: Fluffy, angst-free, pining-while-married AU, rated E (but all spicy sections will be skippable).

***** Thank you to my wonderful betas @beerok23 and @unicornbeck, as well as to all you lovely people who give me no end of support! 💕

[dxsole]

Her art supplies are not as professional as she'd like them to be. She dreams about one day having a studio all to herself, all her tools in mason jars all lined up on a table just for her. To have expert-grade pastels and creamy paints and spray cans and anything else she could possibly experiment with—

But then she remembers who she is and what she's done and that she's never leaving.

"When the world seems small, it's easy to start obsessing over things." She comments to no one in particular, methodically scribbling with a peach-colored crayon, attempting to get this section of morbid artwork done.