#crowley makes my roses grow

[constancelangdon-thesupreme]

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[constancelangdon-thesupreme]

I’m one of that secret network.

And I’m not an underling.

Crowley still having contacts in Hell after Armageddidnt is such a logical concept

He is the Serpent of Eden. He has Satan knows how many commendations (some rightfully so, most of them not so much but alas don't judge a hard working sod)

That doesn't come with a considerable amount of, at the very least, respect from some demons. Friends? No. Not friends. Demons don't have friends (looking at you Hastur and Ligur. You homosexuals. I know what you are). But respect? Cmon. Even in the most vicious corporations the underlings have some amount of respect for the guy with a reputation and awards in his cabinet. And Crowley not only has A Title that he upholds for 6000 years now, but his reputation claims he invented something as vicious as the Spanish Inquisition

That, my friends, calls for respect

Those people that play Crowley as a nobody demon easily ignored by the masses before the whole Holy Water thing clearly haven't watched the show properly

What type of invisible low-key powerless demon would not only have A Fucking Title but two Dukes of Hell constantly on his heels? And what type of nobody demon would be tasked with triggering the fucking Armageddon?

I tell you what type: none. Because Crowley is not a nobody. Even before the trial he was already known by the masses

He was the original tempter. All the other demons specialized in temptation came AFTER him. He is the OG. The reference

So, yes. It's easy to imagine Crowley has contacts in Hell. Now, not only due to respect but also fear because of the holy water debacle. Who, amongst the nobody demons, doesn't want to be in the good graces of the Big Bad Accomplished Serpent of Eden that has Rebelled Against Hell and Can Survive Holy Water?

It's only logical. Law of survival

Is Crowley full of bullshit and most his accomplishments are lies and rubbish? And he is very much not immune to holy water? Yes. But they don't know! And that's the whole point

Bet that Crowley, low-key as paranoid as he is, spent the last 4 years after the Apocadoesnt with one ear on Earth and the other on Hell to make sure no waves were rippling that would threaten him and, specially, his angel

Call me crazy but that man has a whole secret network of underlings that feed him information on Hell's movements

[alastor-simp]

Taking Care Of My Rose - Riddle Roseheart x Sick Fem Reader

Summary- You are suffering from an illness and are unable to attend class because of it. What you didn’t expect was your red haired boyfriend to take care of you

Tags: Riddle Roseheart x Reader, Fluff, Sick Reader, Romance, Riddle is such a gentleman, cute, taking care of sick reader, riddle and reader are a couple, Couples

Notes: Getting back into writing for Twisted Wonderland. Wanted to do a sick fanfic with the little red headed dorm leader cutie. Enjoy!

*RAMSHACKLE DORM*

“NYAHH! MINION! WHY DID YOU FORGET TO WAKE ME UP!?!?” A loud cry had awoken you from your slumber. Groggily waking up, you looked to see Grim, glaring at you from the floor, ears flaming with anger. Slowly getting up from the bed, you moved over to place your feet on the ground, looking at Grim, apologetically. "I'm sorry Grim. I'm getting up." The minute you said that and stood up from the bed, your vision went blurry and you felt your knees grow weak, causing you to collapse to the ground, earning a shocked cry from Grim. "AH! MINION! ARE YOU OKAY?" You heard the little patter of paws moving closer to you, Grim face peering at you with concern. Your vision was slowly coming back, but now you felt like it was 100 degrees right now and you began to shiver. Grim continue to eye you with concern, moving to place his paw hand against your head. "Your head is very warm."

You tried to get up from the ground, but there was no energy in your legs to move, thankfully the ramshackle ghosts flew in and helped you up, placing you back on to the bed. "Thank you." The ghosts gave a smile before disappearing. Placing a hand on your head, you felt the warmth radiating off on you, making you realize that you probably have come down with something. "I'm sorry Grim, It looks like your going to have to go to class without me today." You spoke to Grim, as he still looked worried. "I'll be okay Grim. Just let the teachers know that I'm sick okay?" Grim gave you a nod, and scattered away to the front door, leaving you alone.

You maneuvered your body to lay back against the bed, pulling the blanket back over yourself. Since you didn't have any meds at the moment, you were gonna have to sleep the sickness off, hoping that you had enough energy to head to Sam's to purchase some medicine. It would have been nice if Crowley provided you with some proper necessities when you first arrived in this world, but knowing how irresponsible he was, you expected him not to care. Heaving a sigh, your adjusted your head on the pillow, hoping you would be able to fall asleep.

**4 Hours Later**

A sudden softness was placed on your forehead, causing you to arouse from your sleep. Upon opening your eyes, your vision unblurred seeing a certain red headed person gazing at you. "Ah, you are awake." A regal voice spoke to you. It took you a minute to realize it was Riddle, the dorm leader of Heartslabyul, dressed in his school uniform, who was looking down above you, as you laid on your bed. Widening your eyes, you were surprised to see him here. "Oh Riddle! What are you doing here?" You lifted your body a bit off the bed, going from laying down to sitting on it. Riddle's usual stern eyes were gazing at you with softness, as continued to stand near your bed. "Grim had announced your sudden ailment to the whole class when he arrived. Professor Trein understood and made it aware to the other teachers as well after class. Trey and the others wanted to attend and see how you were doing, but I told them I would be the one to check on you and see how you were doing, as well as bring the assignments that you missed during class."

You smiled that your friends cared so much about you, and happy that Riddle had come to see you, but you knew this was a burden to him, since he had many duties he needed to perform at his dorm. "I'm happy you came to check on me, Riddle, but you can head back." Riddle's grayish blue eyes gave you a strict gaze, as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "My duties at Heartslabyul can be postponed at the moment. Besides according to the Rule: 809- The queen must make sure all of her subjects are taking care of when sick." You giggled at that, telling Riddle he made that up. His cheeks had flared pink after you said that, head turned to the side in embarrassment, "A-and If I did, what of it?" Aww it was cute how much of a tsundere he was. "Riddle, you could have just said you were worried about me." Riddle froze at that, mouth opening and closing like a fish, before he heaved a sigh, looking a you with kind eyes and a soft smile. "I-I was worried for you."

His hand reached over and patted your head, before moving to place against your forehead again, checking your temperature. "Oh dear, you are burning up! When had you taken your medicine?" You had told Riddle, who hadn't taken anything, which caused him to widen his eyes in shock. "YOU HAVE BEEN HERE ALL BY YOURSELF AND HAD NOT TAKEN ANY FORM OF MEDICINE OR CONSUMED ANY FOOD OR DRINK?!?" His voice had reached a booming volume, causing you to wince. "I don't have any of that stuff in this dorm. Crowley doesn't provide me with enough Thaumarks to afford any of that stuff. I was hoping to rest a bit and then if I felt better, I would get something at Sams." Riddle wasn't upset at you, he was just more mad that you weren't getting proper care. He was, however, enraged with the headmage. He did offer to give you a place to stay, but to think he had neglected to give you enough funds and necessities to live at the dorm, had him fuming. If he was in front of him right now, he would Off With His Head.

Calming down, Riddle gazed at you apologetically, "I sincerely apologize for raising my voice. I am not angry with you, but you will not be able to heal the sickness that way." Riddle had risen from the chair, and started to make his way to out of your room. "I will go get the necessary supplements from Sam. It will only be a moment, so I instruct you to remain in bed. Understood?" Riddle had turned his head back to look at you, and you nodded at his statement before settling back down on the bed. As you watched him leave the room, your eyes grew heavy again and you drifted back to sleep.

**A Couple Minutes Later**

You woke up to the sounds of the door opening, and lifted you head to see Riddle had come back, carrying a tray. His hair was a bit unkept and his clothes looked a bit ruffled as he walked closer to you. Making his way towards you, he sat back down on the chair, and placed the tray on the nearby table. Grabbing the bowl from the tray, Riddle handed it to you. "I have prepared some tomato soup for you. It should be enough to fill you up and help with the sickness. After your done, I'll give you some medicine to take." The bowl in your hands was warm, and the broth was a very dark red, which warmed your heart. "I didn't know you could cook Riddle." You smiled back at Riddle, as his face flushed a bit. "I-it is my second attempt at preparing something like this. I had cooked for Trey when he was sick with Lilia-senpais help, but from what I have heard from Sebek and Silver, it was a dire mistake to have asked him, but Trey didn't complain and ate it all." Riddle face had drew into a soft smile, as he remembered that time he tended for the vice dorm lead. Your heart soared seeing Riddle like this, behind all that stern exterior and going by the rules attitude, he was a kind loving boy, who cared deeply for those he cared about.

Thanking Riddle for the soup, you grabbed the spoon and lifted it to your mouth, tasting it. You hummed at the pleasant taste, it wasn't overly amazing, but it wasn't bad either, it was simple, which warmed you greatly. "Its good." You saw Riddles shoulders untense, as his body relaxed, knowing now that the soup he made was satisfactory and not a disaster. After you had finished eating, you handed the bowl back to Riddle, as he placed it down, and then grabbed a glass of water, and some pills that were on the tray, "Here you go. This should help with the fever and body aches." Grabbing the medicine, you swallowed it and chase it down after with water. "Thank you." Riddle responded back with a nod, as he placed the glass back down, then grabbed a cooling pad and placed it on your forehead, causing you to giggle, causing Riddle to raise an eyebrow. "May I ask why you are laughing?" "Sorry..sorry. It's just seeing you like this. So different from how you usually are at your dorm" Riddle stilled at that, not expecting that response. Darting his head down, his hands began to twiddle, something he often detested when others did it. "My past was always rules, rules, rules, study, study, study......there was never a time for me to engage in other things or interact with others, except Trey and Chenya, but they were rare occurrences. The more I spend time with you, the more I discover new things and different sides to myself."

His eyes remained downcast, but his face held new resolution. This is the riddle you have grew the love, yet his bossy side was adorable too. "Well I like both sides of you, if you were wondering." Giving him a playful smile, Riddle couldn't hold back a laugh from seeing it on your face, returning your little flirt, with his trademark smirk, "Heh~ You're quite a bold one, aren't you, my rose." His fingers then raised to give your forehead a little flick, which only made you giggle more. "Come now, its time for you to get some rest. You won't be able to make a full recovery like this." His fingers pointed to the pillow on your bed, instructing you to lay down, which you did. Settling yourself against on the bed, you turned to your side to gaze at Riddle. "Will you stay by my side until I fall asleep?" Riddle smiled kindly back at you, moving closer from where he was seated, giving your forehead a soft kiss. "I will." Leaning back, Riddle started to hum a soft melody for you, helping you to fall back asleep. After a few minutes, your eyes had shut, and your breathing had slowed. His gray eyes remained locked on you, admiring how soft you looked when asleep. Getting up from the chair, Riddle was ready to depart from you, making a mental note to remind himself to check on you again later. As he made his way towards the door, he turned back around, peering at you one more time. "Sweet dreams, my rose."

-END-

Tags- @inkslayer , @aria-tempest , @batmanmonstarr

@sadnessiscoldtea , @madam-strawberryrose , @91062854-ka

@crazed-flower , @darischerry ,

@lillyisfreakyy

[justwhisperingfantasies]

Another piece for @jarpadversebingo

Square Filled: One Bed.

Pairing: Soulless Sam X Fem Reader.

Warnings: Language, Drinking, Supernatural Violence, Soulless Sam, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Unprotected Sex (NO!), P.I.V, Oral F. Receiving, Fingering, Sexual assault, Cannon with a twist. Let Me Know If I Forgot Any.

Summary: It's Been 12 months Since Sam Winchester Confessed His Love And Then Took The Jump, Sacrificing Himself To Save The World. When A Vampire Hunt Goes Wrong An Unexcepted Hero Saves Your Life.

Special Thank You To : @copperboom82 thank you so much for being my beta and all the help 🤍

Part 1 Part 2

You closed your eyes and braced as you wait for the throat slashing to begin, but a warm liquid sprayed across your face instead. You opened your eyes, shoving the headless vampire corpse off you. You got to your feet, wiping the blood off your face.

As your eyes adjusted to the dim light you can see a tall silhouette. Your blood ran cold, ‘it can’t be’ you thought. He turned to face you and there he was. Sam Winchester. You eyes went wide as you gasped.

He gave you a half smile. “I’ll explain later. Right now, we have to get out of here.” Sam grabbed your hand and pulled you forward, his grip strong and reassuring. “This way,” he urged, leading you down a narrow corridor. The ancient stone walls felt as though they were closing in, and the echoes of your hurried footsteps added to the growing sense of dread. “There’s an exit just ahead.”

“Sam, it won’t matter.”

“Just trust me, ok?”

You could see dawn breaking through the archway of the exit

“Almost there.” Sam promised.

“Sam!” you cried out, feeling fingers wrap around your ankle, you fell to the ground, forehead bouncing off the rough stone below. Your vision blurred as the ringing in your ears made your head throb worse. You could barely make out Sam’s words.

“Y/n! Y/n, Damnit.” You felt his arms lifting you as the darkness washed over you.

When you regain consciousness, you realize your surroundings changed. The damp corridors of the rundown building were replaced by a small, unfamiliar room. The scent of herbs and incense filled the air.

You could feel eyes on you, you peeked not opening your eyelids all the way. Sam was sitting in an armchair in the far corner, watching your every move.

“I know your awake.”

“How do you know?”

He chuckled. “Because I know you.”

“What are you?” You asked, making him lift his brows. “A demon? A ghost? Shifter?”

“None of the above.”

“Then what?”

He stood up, grabbing a knife. “Silver knife.” He winced as a drop of blood began to roll down his forearm.

“Holy water.” He picked up a jug of water with a rosery hanging from it and took a big swig,

“Salt.” He poured the white crystals onto his tongue, making a face as he closed his mouth

“Iron.” He picked up a candle holder.

You slowly rose to your feet, “It’s really you…”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you reached out to touch his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin under your fingertips. “But how? Sam, I watched you jump in...”

“I wish I knew. I woke up in a field alone.”

“Castiel?”

“I’ve tried Cas, hell I’ve tried reaching out to Crowley. Nothing.”

“And Dean?”

“Dean got his happy ending, well as happy as a hunter can get. I’m not ruining it and I’m not about to let anyone else ruin it.” He retorted. “I looked for weeks and got nothing. I decided to quit wasting my time.”

His words echoed in your mind as you stepped back, ‘Weeks?’ you hesitated. “Sam, how long has it been?”

He sighed.

“When did you wake up in that field?”

“Almost 12 months ago… give or take a day”

“You’ve been out this whole time, and you. didn’t even.”

“By the time Bobby and I found you.” He cut you off. “He said you were better.” He explained “Over me.”

You scoffed a laugh.  “Over you...”

“Seemed like you were getting there with that biker douche.”

“Oh, don’t even act like a jealous ex-boyfriend Sam Winchester.” The anger running through your veins made your voice raise. You walked over to the door “It was your choice to not reach out.”

You heard whispers as you walked the halls of the unfamiliar house. Eavesdropping, stepped up to the cracked door.

“I don’t understand why we had to help her, and why did we have to bring her back here?”

“Because Sam cares about her, Therefore we care about her.”

“Yea, but.”

“Christian, let it go. I ain’t gonna tell you again.”

“Do you want to meet them?” Sam asked walking up behind you.

“Who are they?”

“Campbells.”

“As in..”

“Yep.” He said pushing the door open.

The two men looked over, “Sam how is she?” The older man asked.

Sam side stepped,

“Ah, she’s awake. How are you feeling darlin’?”

“Confused.”

“Yea I get that.” He said.

“y/n this is Samuel Campbell.” Samuel walked over to you with his hand out.

“Mary’s dad,” you breathed taking his hand.

“She knows about your mom?” Samuel asked looking over at Sam.

“She knows everything.”

“Not exactly.” you stepped back. “Aren’t you suppose to be dead?”

“Well, we have a theory, whatever pulled me up, pulled him down.” Sam told you.

The younger man grumbled something under his breathe and walked out.

“That’s Christian, third cousin.” Sam told you.

“Not a big people person huh?”

Sam chuckled. “He’s ok once you get to know him.”

“Hey Samuel. Oh hi.”

“Gwen, y/n. y/n Gwen. Also cousin.”

“Pleasure.” she nodded.

“Same.”

“Do you need a change of clothes?”

You looked down, Blood and dirt splattered and smeared all over you.. “My duffle is in my truck…” You looked over to Sam with wide eyes.

“Do you really think I’d leave your truck behind?”

You squinted as you stepped outside, the bright sunlight glared in your eyes.

“You ok Champ?” Sam smiled “there's been a lot dropped on you today.”

“Honestly, it’s all still processing.”

“That’s fair.” He tousled his hair. “Can I help?”

“Not sure.”

“What is it?”

“What’s what?” you asked with a furrowed brow.

“The question you’re too scared to ask.” you narrowed your eyes. “Like I said babe, I know you.”

“Well, you already kind of answered it, I guess but it just bothers me you didn't call.”

He sighed as his eyes fell. “I know, I should have. I guess Bobby saying what he said and then seeing you with that guy…” He looked back up at you “I got scared.”

You head tilted “Really?!”

“Yes, I didn't want to reach out only to be shot down”

“Samuel William, when have i ever shot you down?”

“Fair.” He rubbed at the nape of his neck. “but I didn’t want to hear it, if you were over me.”

You chuckled walking towards the porch stairs. “Honestly, I don’t think I could ever get over you Sam.”

“I think you could if you tried.” you heard his voice from behind you, while you were bent over in the backseat of your truck.

You grabbed your duffle and stood back up, facing him. “Now, why would i do that?”

“Why wouldn't you?”

“Sam, what are you not telling me?”

“Nothing.” You peered at him. “y/n I swear.”

“Sam, I know there’s.”

He pulled you into his embrace cutting off your words. his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent. “God, I missed you.”

The silence  rang in your ears as you lay on your stomach, pretending to be asleep. The weight of the night pressed heavily upon your chest, every creak and whisper of the room conspiring to keep you awake.

His presence lingered in the air, a palpable energy that set your nerves on edge. You could almost hear his breath, soft and deliberate, as though he were trying to coax you into revealing your wakefulness.

Minutes felt like hours as you lay there, battling the urge to confront him. Finally, the weight of his gaze became too much to bear. You rolled over, finding him sitting in the armchair positioned in the corner. “Are you just gonna sit there staring all night?”

He chuckled. “There’s only one bed sweetheart; what do you expect me to do?”

"Could always find another room," you quipped, rolling your back to him and sticking your ass out on purpose. "No one's making you stay here.”

“Is that really what you want?”  he challenged, as you heard his footsteps getting closer. Your breath hitched as the bed dipped below his weight. “Sam…” His fingertips skimmed up your thigh, as he leaned into your ear “Tell me to go if that’s what you want.” his hot breath tickling your ear.  “Right after you tell me why you're wearing these.” He whispered as he played with the hem of your tight biker shorts.

“They are comfortable.”

“Are you sure that’s it?” his hand cupped your curves “It’s not because you know how good your ass looks in them?”

Your heart quickened as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Sam.” You whimpered as your core thrummed with desire.

“Do you want me to stop?” his fingers gripped your hip. “No,” you managed to get out as he grinded his length against your backside. “I didn’t think so.”  His grip tightened, rolling you on to your back, his hungry lips captured yours as he climbed on top of you. Fire coursed through your veins as he ground his hard shaft against your clothed center, muffling your moans with his lips as he continued the motion.

His hand slid up your shirt, “No bra again?” He murmured as his hand cupped your breast. You inhaled sharply as his hand started to knead firmly at the soft tissue. Your fingers twisted in his hair, pulling his lips back to yours. His fingertips glided down your stomach, your walls clenched as they found your clit. You moaned into his mouth as he started tracing circles over your shorts.

He leaned back on his knees, his gaze filled with hunger and desire. Feeling his hands grip the waistband of your shorts, you lifted your hips, and Sam slowly slid them down your legs. His lips were back on yours as his weight fell on you, taking your breath away. He trailed kisses down your neck while pulling your t-shirt up to your collar bone. Chest exposed, he dipped his head and drew another moan from you by flicking at your nipple and then taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak. His fingers found your clit and then dipped between your folds. A growl escaped his chest when he felt how wet you were

You moaned his name as he slid a finger into your entrance. His tongue danced over your abs as he made his way down. He inhaled your sweet scent, You moaned praises of his name as his tongue started lapping at your clit. He slid another finger inside you without stopping his tongue.

He flashed you a mischievous grin as your walls clenched around his fingers and went back to work.

Your hands gripped at his hair as his fingers pumped faster. The tension got tighter as he began to pump harder. “Sam, don’t stop.” you moaned almost to your peak

“You gonna come for me baby.” the pain mixing with pleasure as his finger slammed into you.

“Yes.” You cried out as your release crashed over you, the vibration from his groan intensifying your orgasm as it coursed through you.

He looked back up at you, his fingers still harshly penetrating as he helped you ride your high out.

Once your walls stopped pulsating, he leaned back on his knees, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off. Looming over you again, his tip teased your entrance

“Tell me you want me.” He demanded in a whisper

“I want you Sam.”

“Good girl.”

You moaned as he dipped inside of you, stretching you slowly “Fuck baby.” He groaned “So tight.”

He drew his hips back, then buried himself back inside. Electricity coursed through you as he started pounding into you.

The sensations were overwhelming, feeling his engorged cock sliding in and out, hitting your spot like no one else could, his lips on yours, the intoxicating smell of his skin, his outlined back muscles beneath your fingertips.

Your nails dug into his skin as the tension started building again. He stopped when your walls started throbbing. He pulled out as a light chuckle left his lips. “Not yet princess.”

With one quick motion and a small yelp your face was in the pillow. He slid his hand under your hips and lifted you up on all fours, growls rumbling in his chest as he palmed your ass. “It looks even better without the shorts.” Stinging pleasure followed as he slapped it.

He lined up his tip again, and pushed back in, your moans echoed through the room as he thrusted.

His long fingers wrapped your throat as he quickened the pace. You walls clenched again, making him groan.

“You wanna come?” He grunted, his thrusts getting harder.

“Yes.” You whined.

“I think you could do a little better than that.”

“Sam please.”

Another groan replied to your words as he wrapped his free hand below your hips, rubbing your clit with his fingertips. The tension started again.

He growled and thrusted harder. Your walls clenched tighter as the tension reached its peak. “Let me feel it.” He demanded, biting at your neck.

You cried out his name as the bliss washed over you again,

“Fuck” He moaned as your walls convulsed around him, making his hot seed coat them. Heavy pants filled the air as he slowed his pace, riding your highs together.

He pulled your back to his chest as he slid out of you, wrapping his arms around you he planted a kiss on your cheek.

“Well, that was different.” you commented laying your head on his chest.

“Good, different?” He asked, running his fingers through your hair.

“Absolutely.”

You blinked awake, stretching your arm you found an empty bed.

The door swung open, and Sam walked through coffee in hand. “Rise and shine.” he said handing you a cup of coffee.

“Oh my god is this?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, Dean coffee.” He said with a mocking tone.

You inhaled the a rich, warm inviting aroma. “Oh, I missed Winchester coffee.”

”Really Winchester coffee now?”

You sipped “mmmm.”

“I think you missed the coffee more than me.” He teased, sitting in the armchair in the corner.

“Does that really surprise you?” you played along

“Not at all.”

You got up to get dressed, his lips twisted into a smirk as his eyes scanned your exposed skin. “Can I help you?”

”Nope, just thinking about throwing you down on that bed and having my way with you.. again.” He winked.

“Have a question.” you said pulling the shirt over your head.

“Of course you do.”

“How did you know where i was last night?”

He sighed. “I really didn’t know you were there until I saw your truck. We had been tracking that group of vamps for weeks.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “While we're on the subject, don't you think it was kinda stupid going into a camp nest by yourself.”

“One, I wasn’t by myself when I went in.” The images of the fellow hunter flashed through your mind.

Sam grabbed your hand and pulled down into his lap. “Two?” he asked once you head was readying on his shoulder.

“There weren't that many when we followed him.”

“So, who was he?”

“A friend of my mom’s.”

“I’m sorry, babe.”

“Thanks. I only knew him a couple days.” you swallowed hard. “He told me stories about her though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, apparently this one time she took 3 werewolves down… by herself.”

He chuckled lightly. “That doesn’t surprise me.”

“I miss her.”

“I know.” he kissed the side of your head. “You need to go see Bobby.”

“I do?”

“He thinks you hate him.”

“Why would he think that?”

“Well he said you told him you would be back before your drive off, and he never even got a call.”

“Are you really going to lecturing me about calling people?!”

He rolled his eyes. “Are you ever gonna let that go?”

“Eventually.”

“Bobby!” you shouted as you walked through the door.

“y/n?” You heard his groggy voice answer from the library.

“Hey old man.” You teased as he wrapped his arms around you

“Balls.” He said as Sam walked in the door behind you. “What’s wrong?”

“Something has to be wrong for me to come see you?” You asked.

“No, but if he's with you something's wrong.” Bobby walked over to Sam.

“Actually he saved my life, if you can believe that.”

Sam scoffed a laugh “Wow!”

“You two wanna tell me what the hell happened?” Bobby snapped

“I tracked down some of Mom’s friends.” you explained. “I found Dave.”

“As In Dave Fleming?”

“Yes. We went out for a beer started reminiscing about mom.” You took a breath. “When we noticed a suspicious guy sitting at the bar. Turns out he was a vamp, who had a whole lot of friends.”

Bobby got into the fridge. Pulling three beers out, he handed one to you and one to Sam. Then cracked his open.

You sighed and took a drink “Dave didn’t make it.”

“Damn.”

“It’s my fault. I should of left him alone.” You whispered.

“Damnit, y/n what have i told you about that shit.” Bobby sneered. “Hunters know what they are getting into, ain’t nobody's fault”

“If it wasn’t for him.” You nodded to Sam. “I wouldn't of made it either “

“Eh, I had help,” he told Bobby.

“You're still hunting with the Campbell's?”

“Yes, sir.”

“How's that going?” Bobby asked sitting down at the table.

“Going good” Sam sat across from him.

“So, what's the plan now?” Bobby asked taking a drink.

Sam looked over to you. “We haven't really talked about it, Bobby.” He told him.

“Ya could always get out, settle down.”

Sam let out a belly laugh.

You looked at him with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, like you're gonna get out.” He said still laughing

“Idk, Dean seems happy.” You blurted out.

His eyebrows raised. “You’ve talked to Dean?”

“Yes..”

“When?”

You sighed. “About a week ago. He called to check in.”

“Huh, well good thing you have Dean to check up on you.” Sam rebuked.

“Yea the whole 12 months you were gone.” You used air quotes on the word gone.

Sam’s jaw clenched as eye peered at you.

“Bobby, does Dean check in with you?” His eyes lingered on you while he asked Bobby.

Bobby cleared his throat as Sam's eyes moved to him. “ Sometimes, but not often.”

“Hmm.” Sam’s head tilted bringing his gaze back to you with pursed lips.

You rolled your eyes at him and pushed off the counter. Your eyes scanned the library once you made it to the doorway, finding empty whiskey bottles scattered everywhere, open lore books covered the surface of the desk, and the mini trash can next to it over flowing.

“Hey Bobby.” You looked back at him. “ Is your maid on vacation?”

“Oh hush mouth,” he grinned at you.

“Ya know, you didn't have to do all this.” Bobby told you gesturing to the now clean house. “But thank you.”

“It's nothing.” You said scrubbing the last dirty pan. “ I'm sorry.”

Bobby furrowed his brows at you.

“I should have at least called.”

Bobby held up his hand. “You’re not the one that should be apologizing. I should of told you Sam was out, but he was so dead set that you were over him and.” Bobby started when he noticed you head tilt. “What?”

“Nothin.”

“Uh, did you forget who you are talking? That face wasn't nothing.”

“Later.” You said barely audible.

Realization washed over Bobby's face as Sam's footsteps changed on the aluminum floor.

“So, Samuel just called.”

You turned around and leaned in the sink.

“Oh yeah?”

“There’s a case.. if you're interested.” he told you with challenge in his eyes.

“Interesting.”

Bobby’s eyes darted between you and Sam. Then he rolled them with a sigh. “Oh hell. Go. You both know you want to.”

A corner of Sam's mouth rose to a half smile.

Bobby stood in front of you as you stood by the driver’s door of your truck. Kicking at the rocks in the drive way.

“I'll be back Bob.”

He narrowed his eyes at the name, making you laugh.

“He's different. Ya know?”

“Well sweetheart he was possessed by the devil, and spent a day in hell. In a cage with him.”

“Yeah…”

“I'm sure he's just working stuff out.”

You sighed. “Fucking Winchesters.”

Bobby chuckled. “Fucking Winchesters.”

You made it half way back to the abandoned house that the Campbell's claimed, before Sam broke the silence.

“You should of told me you and Dean talk regularly.”

“I wouldn't call it regularly.”

“He shouldn't have to worry about you.”

“He doesn't. He knows I'm a big girl that can take care of myself. Just likes to check in every now and again.”

Sam stayed quiet as he looked out the door window.

“Why are you so jealous?”

He scoffed. “I'm not.”

“You sure are acting like it.”

“Trust me sweetheart, I’m not jealous.”

“Hmm. K.” You pressed your lips together, not able to hide that his words stung a little bit.

He grabbed your hand and laced his fingers through yours. “Baby, I didn't mean it like that.” He raised your hand bringing your knuckles to his lips. “I just don't want him to get roped back into all this shit.”

“I get it, Sam.”

The Campbell's were loading their cars when you pulled in front of the house.

Sam rolled his window down as Samuel walked up. “We got ‘em, but we have to go now. Are you guys ready?” .

“Let me grab my stuff outta my car.”

Samuel nodded and went back to helping load.

Walking back over Sam gestured, asking if you wanted him drive. You shrugged. Driving didn't really bother you, you were used to it.

He opened the driver's door. “Scooch, you've been driving a while.”

You pulled the arm rest up and did as you were told. “So, what's the plan?”

“Didn’t say.”

You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Don't worry Samuel will have one.”

A pit formed in your stomach as Sam pulled up behind the Campbell's van.

“An old abandoned factory... imagine that.” You teased giving Sam a smile.

He gave you one back. “We should feel right at home.”

You hop out of the truck and follow Sam to the huddle.

Samuel gives the plan as you approach. “Alright, From my guess there is three maybe four. Sam, you and I will enter from the East. Mark, you and y/n will enter west. Now there is no South entrance. So Christian, Gwen you take the north.”

“Here.” Christian handed out syringes full of a white substance. Creases formed in your eyebrows are you took it. “It’s Djinn Poison Antidote.”

Your eyebrows shot up as a smile formed on your lips. “ Djinn Poison Antidote?”

“Yeah,” Christian replied.

“How in the world did you guys get Djinn Poison Antidote?”

“I made it.” Samuel chimed in.

Sam glanced at you with a pleading look. You sighed, but kept your mouth shut.

“Alright, let’s do this.”

“I don’t know,” you started to say to say, hanging back a beat.

“Babe. They are some of the best I’ve ever seen. If I didn’t trust Mark you wouldn’t be going with him.”

“We ain’t got all night.” Christian sneered.

Sam gave your forehead a quick peck and then followed Samuel.

You gestured for Mark to lead as you walked to your ordered entrance.

You eyes scanned as they adjusted to the dark room, and you reached for your flashlight, but Mark stopped your hand with a head shake.

You followed Mark down the hallway, making your foot steps extra light. The hallway led to a big open space, with conveyor belts and machinery sitting around. You looked across the warehouse finding Sam and Samuel searching.

Sam gave you a smile when his eyes met yours. His smile turns to panic as he looked over your shoulder. “Baby!!”

You spin around to see a human shaped figure behind you. You strike with your knife but the figure is faster. Twisting your wrist until you unvoluntary dropped the knife. His other hand grabs you by the throat.

You breathes become shallow as he starts squeezing harder, feeling the fingertips digging into your skin.

You desperately clawed at the hand crushes your windpipe, your feet now kicking in the air.

Your vision went blurry, your lungs screaming for air, the roaring in your ears getting louder.

Your ass suddenly hit the floor, the hand no longer around your neck, oxygen rushing back into your lungs so fast it a it sent a burning sensation through your entire chest.

“Babe? Babe?” Sam as you gasped for air, unable to form words just yet.

His hand cupped your cheeks as he lifted your hand,

“You ok?”

“Yea,” you managed through pants. “I’m good.”

“Deep breathes, darlin’” Samuel told you kneeling beside Sam.

You followed his orders and got your breathing under control. “What the.” you took another deep breath. “Fuck was that?”

“It looks human.” you heard Mark say.

You coughed and took another breath. “Definitely was not human.”

Samuel hopped up and walked over to the corpse, pushing up it’s sleeve he revealed the markings. “It’s a fucking Djinn.”

“You sure you're ok?” Sam asked starting the engine of your truck.

“Yes. My throat hurts, but I am ok.”

He popped the arm rest up and leaned over to your, wrapping his arm around your waist he pulled you over to him. Your eyes closed as you rested your on his shoulder. His arm tightened around you.

You blinked awake, the evening sun shining a bright glow through the windshield of your truck.

“Almost there, baby.” Your head jolted up as you heard a familiar voice.

You pushed off of him as hard as you could slamming your back into the passenger door. “Lucifer…”You breathed.

“Hey there hot stuff.”

“What do you want?” you asked as your heart started to race.

“Aww you know what I want?” You blinked as Nick’s body turned to Sam “I want him.”

“No.” You pulled a blade out of your glove box, biting back tears. “You can’t have him.”

“Well. He’s already said yes once.” He waggled his eyes brows.

You gripped your knife. “I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch.”

Sam.

“Almost there baby.” He said as he noticed her waking. He gave her a smile when she looked up at him.

The truck swerved as she flung herself to the other side of the car. “Lucifer…” She whispered.

“What the fuck?” Sam shrieked.

“What do you want?” She asked as her breath quickened,

“y/n what the hell are you talking about?”

“No.” She grabbed for the glove box, pulling a blade out once she got it opened.

“Whoa. Whoa.” Sam pulled off the road.

“You can’t have him.” tears stinging in her eyes, as she gripped the knife tighter.

“Hey, what is going on?”

“I’ll kill you, you son of bitch.”

Sam grabbed the door handle and jumped out of her truck as she lunged with the knife.

“What the hell is going on?” Samuel rushed to him.

“I. I don’t know. She feel asleep and now she’s talking about you can’t have him,” Sam stammered. “Then she pulled a knife on me.”

“Where’s the antidote?”

Reader.

“Get out of him now!” you shouted as you made your way of out the truck.

He slammed his hands on either side of your head against the truck window.

“No way baby. He’s mine now.” Your throat throbbed, getting squeezed for the second time today. “But you know, you are pretty damn hot. We could share him.”

You whimpered as he started rubbing at your core through your jeans. “Oh I can hear him in here. He likes it. I think he wants me to keep going. Do you want me to keep going princess?”

He pressed his body up against you as his lips collided with yours, Hot tears streamed down your face as he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. “Oh come on baby. You know you want me. Sammy is just screaming for me to keep going.”

His grip on your neck got tighter as your head fogged.

You blinked awake finding Sam in the same chair as before.

“Are you?” You sat up.

“No babe, I’m not Lucifer. It’s me. Watch.” Sam picks up a book, “Remember the story Cas told us, about Lucifer?” Holy Bible is written on the front with a big cross under it.

“Yes.”

He rubbed his hands over the book and then held the cover to his bare chest. “No burns.”

“What happened?”

“Apparently, we are dealing with a whole new level of Djinn. They look like normal people and can spread their poison by touch.”

“Ok, so they show you what you fear most…”

“Yep.”

You grabbed your phone off the night stand as it started to buzz. You sighed and hit the green button.

“Dean?”

“y/n where are you?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Probably nothing, never mind.”

You looked up as the door opened, Sam walked through.

“Dean, just tell me what’s wrong.”

“I had a few beers with a buddy tonight, went to get in my truck, heard a scream. I went and checked it out.”

“And?”

“It’s so weird. There was blood, and claw marks, but there’s no missing person’s. no police reports.” He scoffed a chuckle. “Am I just being crazy?”

“Dean I’ll be there as soon as I can ok?”

“Wait, Why?”

“Like you said it’s probably nothing, but I’ll come up and check it out ok?”

“Ok, see ya soon.”

You hung up and looked at Sam. “We gotta go.”

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[violetlunette]

So, here’s a horrifying brain-vomit: If all the mirrors to the dorms broke, would all the students die? Or be trapped forever?

And if it's the latter, would time sort of freeze where everyone is stuck in time at their teenage years? Or would they continue to age? Either way, they'd only survive if they're able to start an agriculture to get what they need to survive.

I know all these places have washrooms, which indicates that water is magically made. So let’s pretend—for the sake of the horror—that the water suddenly stops appearing.

Pomefiore, Heartslabyul, and Octavinelle would do fine in the long run, as they all have an ecosystem to fulfill their needs.

Pomfiore has plenty of apples, and all the greenery suggests a good water system. They’d have to eat like sheep, eating only greens and fruits, but they’d live. (As far as I know.)

The same applies to Heartslabyul. Except for fruit they could breed the flamingo and hedgehogs for food and eat the former’s eggs. (Assuming the animals aren’t fixed.) Otherwise, they could survive on the greenery and roses that aren’t painted.

Octavinelle's merstudents would do swimmingly. They’d just have to breed the fish to survive as Octavinelle is underwater. The landfolk would struggle without clean water to drink, but Azul could come up with a way to turn saltwater into drinkable water. That said, it’d be hell for the landfolk, who would definitely get taken advantage of the merfolk. (Tis the nature of the dorm.)

Diasomnia would be okay if Malleus was trapped in the mirror when it broke, but otherwise screwed. (Note: For this horrible scenario we’re assuming his game-break powers can’t repair the mirrors. Nor can he just teleport out of pocket dimensions.) If Malleus was there, he could conjure water and food for his dorm. Otherwise, Diasomnia would only have moat water to drink and thorns to eat.

Scarabia would only survive if Kalim was there and there were cactuses and stuff to eat. And even then, the desert environment would not be easy to live in.

Savanaclaw would be screwed. If it’s anything like I know of the Savanna, there’s not a lot of places to grow food, and they have no animals to breed. On top of that, there would be little to no water in the area. And unlike Diasomnia or Scarabia, their house warden can’t magically conjure any. So, unless they get creative and find a miracle, they’re dead.

Ignihyde would also be dead as the underworld it takes influence from. The only food and water they have are in vending machines, except the lake, which doesn’t seem drinkable. They’d have to turn themselves into robots to survive.

But even if we pretend the water keeps appearing, that doesn’t change the fact that there’d be little to no food for 3-4 of the houses. (Again, depending on if Diasomnia had Malleus there.)

And even then, in time everyone would die eventually due to age, sickness, or something else. Meaning all the students would have to watch everyone around them die until they joined them.

Malleus, who’s a dragon, would outlive EVERYONE and, in the end, would be all alone with zero connection to the outside. Meaning, in time, he’d go insane. (Unless he, like some lizards, can shift genders to lay eggs, and he mated with all the boys to create babies to keep him company, which is a whole other can of worms.)

Ignhyde and Octavinelle would be the only houses to survive the passages of time in the long run if the mirrors were never fixed.

Ignhyde could become a robot world and create robo-children or make a Matrix society where everyone lived in their head. Meanwhile, Octavinelle could procreate by taking advantage of fish biology and shifting genders. (Providing merfolk have that ability.)

In conclusion, let’s hope the mirrors to the dorms never break and that if they do, they a) spit the students out or b) Crowley has a magic mirror repairman.

This is all just my quick-fire thought on all this. I'm curious to hear what everyone else thinks would happen in this scenario.

[the-broken-truth]

Twisted Wonderland Nonsense [8]: Magical Core Meeting

[Note: This Could Be Made Into A Mini-Series & Possible Comic.]

[Genderless Yuu - Will Decide Gender Later]

[Headmage Dire Crowley called the Dorm Wardens to an Emergency Meeting.]

Crowley (Smiling): Thank you for attending this sudden meeting, Dorm Wardens.

Leona (Yawns): Just what do you want, Crowley?

Riddle: Kingscholar, show respect. (Looks at Crowley) What is the meaning of this meeting, Headmage?

Crowley: This meeting regards the current condition of the Ramshackle Prefect, Yuu [L/N].

[The mention of Yuu's Name causes the Dorm Wardens, even Leona, to set up in their chairs; showing that they are ready for any information.]

Riddle: There is nothing wrong with the Prefect, is there, Headmage Crowley?

Crowley: Nothing negative, no. However, this is a rather interesting phenomenon. It would seem that the Prefect of Ramshackle is becoming more like their peers.

Azul: What do you mean?

Kalim: Yeah, what's happening to Jewel?!

Crowley: A few weeks ago, The Prefect informed me that they were feeling strange; increased energy, speed, and strength along with other things. What they were truly concerned about was the occasional glow in their eyes when they were looking at a mirror. I was concerned for them, so I asked the Nurse to look over them.

Malleus: What did the Nurse find?

Crowley: Trace of Magic within them; it was weak, but still present.

Idia (Tablet): That's not possible. Sugar Skull is Magicless; how could there be traces of magic within them?

Crowley: I said the same thing, Mr. Shroud, and asked the Nurse if he was certain about his findings. The Nurse informed me that, upon conducting an examination of Yuu's Being, a Magical Core was forming within their body; it's currently small, but it appears to be growing as time goes on.

Riddle: Wait. Rose is 'forming' a Magical Core within themself? How is that possible?

Crowley: I am not entirely certain, but I have a theory: The Prefect unknowing has been absorbing magic into their being by facing the Overblots, coming in contact with other magical students, or the magic fragments loosely floating in the air. I asked the Nurse to record and document and the Prefect appears to possess more than one magic type.

Vil: What kinds?

Crowley: From what was documented: Fire, Lightning, and Wind.

Riddle: Interesting combination... What is next, Headmage?

Crowley: Currently, the Prefect is practicing with the Nurse to harness their new power; what's interesting is that they don't need a Mage Stone Pen to draw it out.

Leona: How?!

Crowley: Something about channeling the energy into the tips of their fingers as an outlet; how like Mage Stone Pens are Outlets for Our Magic. However, Crewel has convinced me to acquire a pen for them; so I am currently working on that.

Malleus: And the Child of Man's Dwelling?

Crowley: What do you mean?

Malleus: When the Child of Man arrived here one year ago, they were unable to be sorted because they were magicless, but now that they have acquired magic of their own; they should be resorted into a proper down. Diasomnia would be perfect for my Child of Man.

Leona: As if, Lizard! 3 Elemental Magics is power and the Powerful belong in Savanaclaw! The Herbivore belongs with us!

Riddle: Rose is more aligned with Heartslabyul, considering they follow rules while being allied with Ace and Deuce.

Kalim: Jewel is very smart! They should come to Scarabia! Jamil would be happy to have them there!

Vil: My Sweet Potato is far too lovely and refined to be in any dorm that is not Pomefiore.

Azul: I disagree. Octavinelle owes a lot to Pearl's Deal-Making Skills; they should join us.

Idia (Tablet): Sugar Skull would be best fitted in Ignihyde. They are as mysterious as ever.

Malleus: The Child of Man is more noble. They shall come to Diasomnia.

Crowley: Alright, enough. The Prefect's Dorm is Ramshackle unless they wish to be sorted by the Dark Mirror. If they tell me they desire to be placed in a dorm, I shall make the preparations; however, it's their choice. Now, the meeting is over. I need to get the Mage Stone Pen.

[All the Dorm Wardens leave the meeting with the same thing on their minds: The Prefect is coming to my dorm.]

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

“Did you hear? Housewarden Rosehearts is dating someone in school!” “What?! There’s no way! Him!?” “I bet whoever is dating that guy is just as stressed and high strung like him.”

The halls of Night Raven were buzzing with rumors and gossip of the biggest juicy story to come from the end of Winter Break: Riddle Rosehearts of Heartslabyul is in a relationship. With a boy! He was a son of a very well off family with lots of status and wealth alongside strong magic within his blood and sweat, like a very tough and well bred horse for racing and showing off if you will. Many would assume if he were to ever have a school love it would be one of the many beautiful and rich girls in a girl academy either nearby or in his hometown. So for him to come out and admit he has a boyfriend was a shock.

While students hurry and whisper among themselves of this gossip like giggling hags over soaking laundry on a hot afternoon, away high up in one of the higher floors tucked away in a classroom stand two young men who stay close to one another as their lips remain locked. Ace Trappola, a fresh 2nd year student and future-Vice Dorm Leader of the house Heartslabyul, reaches up and holds the small waist of his lover Riddle Rosehearts, a fresh 3rd year student and Dorm Head of Heartslabyul, who eagerly scoots even closer. The pair have begun their special connection a total of six months ago, after some hilarious hijinks that no one could imagine that made the polar opposites grow closer each second of each minute of every hour of a day.

Yes, polar opposites is the correct term…

Riddle was like a cup of tea; Easily a boiling hot level of rage over someone’s bad grammar, with a scream to match to boot, and can be a sweet and much needed calming dose in one’s life. Ace on the other hand was like coffee; One bitter bitter soul that only grows sweet and less burning to the touch if you coax him enough with cream and sugar.

Yet somehow against all odds the pair are willing to consume the sugar overdoses and tongue burns of their lover’s warm comfort and sweetness of their caffeine addictions.

“Why were you two studying in an empty classroom though??”

Ace hid his snort as curious red eyes stared up at him from the sofa, fighting his urge to laugh more when Riddle elbows his ribs. Currently, the pair are helping host a large sleepover in their home, a sweet cozy two story cottage in town covered in fine red bricks and even some ivy that overgrows across the surface in the sweet countryside of the Queendom of Roses, the ones focused on the sleepover is their dear little princess Rosealynn Trappola, though simply called Rose by everyone else, and her group of best friends to celebrate their upcoming school semesters the next day. Riddle steps forward to answer instead of his giggling husband to the group of teens, “It’s easier to study in the quiet than in the public loudness. Then we lived happily ever after. Now get ready to sleep, we all have a busy traveling day tomorrow.” The teen girl giggles and flops back on the sofa between a black haired girl and a blond lad, her freckled face a happy glow with a natural flush. Ace kisses her red hair before he and Riddle left the room to leave the friend group to chat. “Geez, it feels like yesterday she was in preschool…” “I know how you feel.”

This is my first submission to the @ridoaceweek for this year! I know it's shorter than my dramas last year with these two getting together but it'll be better, I promise!

Also, since I introduced her last year, here's Rose!

More information is here!

She attends Night Raven Collage since in this AU I view the mangas and books (which I got the first volume YAY) as canon and in canon we had a female student/maybe more thanks to Yuu so after the whole thing Crowley did something RSA would never and that is to make NRC a coed school. She's a Heartslabyul student too!

[harunayuuka2060]

Riddle: What's going on? Why are you insisting to share a bed with me?

Baby MC: *gives him a big hug*

Riddle: ...

Trey: *knocks on his door and walks in* *once he sees them, lets out a sigh of relief*

Trey: I'm glad they're here.

Riddle: What happened, Trey? I asked you to tuck them in.

Trey: I did. But it's still a little bit early so I read them a book.

Riddle: A book?

Trey: Yes. And um... *troubled smile* I think they didn't like it.

Riddle: What was it about?

Trey: Siblings who became distant after the years passed by.

Riddle: ...

Riddle: *stern* Trey.

Trey: I know. I'm sorry. I thought it was a good story because of the drawings.

Ace: Housewarden Riddle, aren't you a little bit late for class now?

Riddle: Yes. But Professor Trein will understand. *helping Baby MC to change clothes*

Riddle: Nope. These are too tight. Bring me another.

Heartslabyul student: Yes, housewarden! *runs to get another pair of shoes*

Baby MC: Yada?

Riddle: Yes. Those shoes are not a good fit.

Ace: Oh. Maybe because they've grown a little.

Riddle: ...

Riddle: Right.

Baby MC: *staring curiously at their brother*

Lilia: What's wrong, Riddle Rosehearts? You seem a little bit gloomy today.

Riddle: Ah, Lilia-senpai.

Lilia: Oh. And hello too, Baby Rosehearts. You look adorable as usual.

Baby MC: Yeyu~!

Lilia: *chuckles* So, what's bothering us today?

Riddle: ...

Riddle: I just realized... MC is growing too fast. Soon enough, I would've to return them to the Queendom of Roses.

Lilia: Oh? But didn't your mother ask you to take care of them because she was too busy to watch over her baby?

Riddle: She was worried that it would affect my studies so she started hiring some nannies.

Riddle: Anyway, I wouldn't be bothered by something so trivial.

Lilia: *looks at the baby*

Baby MC: *listening intently*

Lilia: I don't think it's trivial at all. You see, you might be worried that you're not creating enough core memories for your baby sibling.

Riddle: Is that so...?

Lilia: Yes. *chuckles* You should cheer up. You wouldn't want the baby to pick up sad emotions.

Riddle: Yes. That's right.

Deuce: Housewarden Rosehearts! I think MC went out again!

Riddle: I see. I'll check where they are. *uses his baby tracker*

Riddle: Hm? It says here they're in the office of the headmage.

Deuce: The headmage's office?

Riddle and Deuce: ...

Riddle: *has arrived to the headmage's office and witnessing the commotion*

Professor Trein and Professor Crewel: *laughing as they find the situation amusing*

Crowley: *in a chipmunk voice* Professor Trein and Professor Crewel! Don't just stand there and help me!

Baby MC: *has used their magic on him to make him tiny* Yabababu? *holding a contract Azul made for them in which it states that MC should be a student of Night Raven College the moment they could read and write*

Crowley: No! I won't be signing that contract!

Baby MC: ...

Baby MC: *turns their head to Professor Trein*

Professor Trein: Headmage, you don't have any choice right now. The baby is the one who can only break their own signature spell.

Crowley: Oh...

Riddle: ...

Professor Crewel: There you are, Mr. Rosehearts. Come in.

Riddle: What happened?

Professor Crewel: Your baby sibling wishes to spend time with you as much as they could. In fact, they've got the approval of your mother.

Professor Crewel: Headmage is the only one being stubborn right now.

Crowley: My dear Night Raven College is not a kindergarten... *sobs*

Riddle: *once they got back to Heartslabyul*

Baby MC: Yayi?

Riddle: Pft— Yes. *kisses their cheek* You really scared the headmage.

Baby MC: *giggles* *kissing his cheek back*

Riddle: *chuckles*

[mimisempai]

You are the calm in my storms

Summary

Crowley has always hated storms and this one is no different. But it could be that an angel in the cottage has decided to change his beloved demon's mood...

Notes

Flufftober Prompt : Rainy day

On Ao3

Rating G -  1014 words

Crowley had just finished attaching the last flower-laden branch of the rosebush to the stake that would keep it from breaking under its weight when he saw the first drop of rain fall on a leaf. He looked up at the grey, cloudy sky and sighed as the wind grew stronger, causing the boards of the garden shed not far from him to creak.

He knew the storm was coming, but had hoped until the last moment that it would pass them by.

He hated storms. 

He hated them for many reasons, but the most important was that since the beginning of time, storms had been God's favourite way of showing his power, and storms were never a good omen.

He knew this storm was no such thing, but that didn't stop him from hating it, and his mood was in tune with the weather. Not to mention the fact that his precious plantations were unlikely to escape unscathed.

He glanced apologetically at his rose bushes growing on the hollyhocks along the side of the cottage, as if he were responsible for the weather.

As the rain grew heavier, he gathered up his gardening tools and stowed everything away in the shed before heading out onto the porch of the cottage.

Even Aziraphale's seasonal decorations of pumpkins and corncobs failed to make him smile, and he sighed as he brushed back his damp hair before opening the cottage door.

Feeling the dampness quickly settling in, he sighed again as he stepped through the door before taking off his jacket to hang it on the coat rack.

"Angel, I -"

The demon stopped dead in his tracks as the contrast between outside and inside hit him head on.

Warmth.

There was no other word to describe his first impression.

An incredible warmth.

The wood crackled in the fireplace, its glow casting a soft light into the living room.

The round table was set, beautifully decorated in the colours of autumn, and a candelabra was lit in the centre, adding to the gentle warmth.

Finally, the demon noticed the scent of wine, orange, cinnamon and star anise wafting through the room, enhancing the sense of comfort that had begun to fill him as soon as he arrived. 

Crowley called softly, still confused, "Angel?"

"Oh, there you are, I didn't hear you." 

Aziraphale had appeared, coming out of the kitchen with a steaming mug in each hand. He looked towards the window and nodded, "I see, the storm is definitely here now."

Crowley approached and absently took one of the mugs Aziraphale was handing him and asked, "Angel, what's all this? Is it for some special occasion I've forgotten?"

The angel shook his head.

"Then why?"

Aziraphale grabbed the demon's hand and pulled him towards the couch in front of the softly crackling fire, saying quietly, "Because I know you don't like storms."

"But how do you... well, I mean, I've never mentioned it and..."

Aziraphale made him sit down and then came to sit beside him before placing his hand on Crowley's knee as he replied, "After all these years, Crowley, there are still a few things I've been able to observe, don't you think? Like the fact that you get a little crankier and grumpier than usual when there's weather like this."

Crowley swallowed slightly. It went without saying that there was little they didn't know about each other, but that didn't stop him from feeling a little naked at being exposed yet again. 

He brought the mug of fragrant mulled wine to his face and, after inhaling the soothing scent, took a sip, imitated by the angel, before setting the mug down on the coffee table.

He said with a slight hesitation, "And so, all this..." he swept an arm around them, pointing to the fire, the table, the mulled wine, and continued, "It's because of the storm..."

Aziraphale put down his mug in turn and, taking Crowley's hand, kissed it gently on the palm before replying, "It's to make you forget that there is a storm outside."

" I see. " 

The demon took another sip of his mulled wine before asking

now with a slight playful gleam in his eye, "Oh, but it's going to take more than a warm atmosphere and some mulled wine to do that, so how are you going to make me forget, Angel?"

Aziraphale, the playful gleam in his eyes mirroring Crowley's, did not answer, but pulled the demon against him until he was astride him and did not wait to capture his lips in a long, deep kiss. 

Not to be outdone, Crowley wrapped his arms around the angel's neck and pressed in closer, the kiss lingering until they were forced to separate to catch their breath.

Crowley stepped back a little and, licking his lips, said in a slightly breathless voice, "I think it's working, Angel. I feel much better."

"If you can still talk coherently, it's clearly not good enough."

Aziraphale cupped the demon's face in his hands and pulled him to his face, capturing his lips again in another passionate kiss, the heat of which was no match for the flames in the fireplace.

Their embrace continued and, much later, as they lay on the sofa, Crowley sprawled over Aziraphale, both of them wrapped in a warm blanket, the demon said softly, "Thank you for doing this for me, Angel.

Aziraphale raised his hand and brushed back a lock of hair that had fallen across the demon's forehead before saying softly, "For you, always, my beloved."

The demon let out a moan of contentment that almost sounded like a purr, leaning his cheek into the angel's hand before snuggling up against him, his face in the hollow of his neck as the angel pulled back the blanket that had slipped over them.

In this cosy cocoon of softness and warmth, Crowley was now definitely oblivious to the storm raging outside.

Aziraphale gently stroked Crowley's hair, a sweet smile on his lips, secretly happy to have been able to help the demon he loved more than anything.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

South Downs cottage series : here

Ineffable fan fictions Masterpost : here

[marshmallow613]

Look I just think that Angel Crowley is a child and Heaven is for children and that's important.

Because we're human, and we live and we love and we lose, and we recognise nostalgia for what it is - rose tinted glasses, a longing or something that we can never have back because it was never real in the first place, we were just too small and too awestruck and too innocent to understand it.

And Crowley Falls, and he grows up, and he sees Heaven for what it is and he tries so, so hard to bring Aziraphale with him but really, how do you, how can you bear to, take that innocence away from your best friend? From the love of your life?

He never tells Aziraphale that he never got a trial. He never tells Aziraphale that by hiding Gabriel, he's risking his name being removed from the Book of Life. Despite everything he knows about Heaven, everything he's learned, he still cannot find it in himself to strip Aziraphale of the wonder, of the childish, hopeful belief that somewhere in Heaven there is still Good.

Aziraphale wants Crowley with him, yes, but he also remembers that Crowley was happy, as an angel, making stars and galaxies and nebulas. And he hasn't grown up yet, not the same way Crowley was forced to, hasn't yet understood the trauma that Heaven subjected him - subjected them both! - to.

So of course it doesn't work, when Crowley finally breaks, when he finally tries to explain that the Heaven Aziraphale idolises and believes in doesn't truly exist, because how can this suddenly be true? Why didn't you mention it before? Don't you see, this is my chance to remind them how to Do the Right Thing?

Crowley cannot teach Aziraphale what he needs to know for the same reason we hug children, and kiss their boo-boos, and tell them that everything will be alright and they will always have someone to turn to. Because we want it to be true, and no child (or Angel) should ever have to grow up too soon.

[wafflefries13]

Twisted Teas

I don’t know a lot about tea, only that I usually like it iced and sweet, a casualty of growing up in the south. But I’ve been wanting to learn more about it, especially blends. I found this cool website, Adagio Teas, that have a bunch of fan made fandom blends for a ton of different books, movies, video games, and tv shows (#notsponsored). So I thought I would try my hand at making teas for the Twisted Wonderland cast. I tried to go off vibes, color schemes, and their favorite food. Hopefully my train of thought makes sense. If anyone wants to actually try any of these let me know how they taste. 

Adagio Teas: Signature Blend

Riddle: 

Wild Strawberry 

Summer rose

Cream 

Extra scoop: Rose hips 

Ace: 

Dewy cherry

Fiery cinnamon spice 

Vanilla oolong 

Extra scoop: Cherry 

Deuce:

Green rooibos blueberry 

White blueberry

Kentucky whisky 

Extra scoop: Blueberries 

Cater: 

Passion Fruit 

Pomegranate grove 

Orange

Extra scoop: Orange peels 

Trey: 

Cocomint green 

Assam melody 

Pu-erh hazelberry 

Extra scoop: Cocoa nibs 

Leona:

Pu-erh dante 

Tiger eye 

Turmeric bliss 

Extra scoop: Marigold flowers 

Ruggie: 

Ceylon sonata 

Hojicha 

Hazelnut 

Extra scoop: Safflower 

Jack: 

Lapsang souchong 

White pear 

Almond Oolong 

Extra scoop: Ginger root 

Azul: 

Earl gray lavender 

Black cherry 

Chocolate truffle 

Extra scoop: Lavender flower 

Jade: 

Forest berries 

Almond oolong 

Toasted mate 

Extra scoop: Raspberry leaves 

Floyd: 

Autumn mist green 

Oriental spice 

Gunpowder 

Extra scoop: Cloves 

Kalim: 

White eternal spring 

White tropics 

Coconut grove pouchong 

Extra scoop: Coconut 

Jamil: 

Cinnamon rooibos chai 

Masala chai 

Mango melange 

Extra scoop: Aniseed 

Vill: 

Blackberry 

Cherry green 

Rooibos jasmine 

Extra scoop: Cornflower 

Rook:

Assam melody 

Earl gray bravo 

Butterscotch 

Extra scoop: Lemon verbena 

Epel: 

Spiced apple chai 

Candy apple 

Rooibos vanilla chai 

Extra scoop: Apple pieces 

Idia: 

Maple cream oolong 

Almond cardamom cake 

Honeybush banana nut 

Extra scoop: Cocoa nibs 

Ortho:

Almond

Chocolate chip 

Vanilla 

Extra scoop: Candycane 

Lilia: 

Earl gray moonlight 

Black cherry 

White chai 

Extra scoop: Cherry 

Silver: 

Forest berries 

Pu-erh hazelberry 

Almond oolong 

Extra scoop: Lemon balm 

Sebek: 

Kukicha 

Green chai 

Chili lime green 

Extra scoop: Lemon peels 

Malleus: 

Dragon fruit dream 

Camomile 

Citron green 

Extra scoop: Hibiscus flowers 

Crowley: 

Earl gray bravo 

Blackberry 

Caramel 

Extra scoop: Pink peppercorn 

Crewel: 

Irish breakfast 

Currant 

Hojicha 

Extra scoop: Raspberry leaves 

Trein: 

Vanilla oolong 

Cream

Butterscotch 

Extra scoop: Apricots 

Vargas:

Masala chai 

Fiery cinnamon spice 

Spiced mate 

Extra scoop: Cardamom seeds 

Sam: 

Foxtrot 

Green rooibos key west 

Citron green 

Extra scoop: Lemon peel

[constancelangdon-thesupreme]

My lovely witches will hurt your bitches.

[rohirric-hunter]

Here's the promised playlist. It's not really exhaustive, and will definitely be updated in the future, if YouTube lets me update it without crashing my browser. Songs are in alphabetical order, so as to keep them out of the order that would have been major spoilers for Blood of the Covenant. Also one song has been redacted for spoilers. (I know I mentioned that I was thinking of redacting two, but the one I took out like. Literally spelled out a major plot point. The other one probably won't make anyone leap to any particular conclusions out of context.)

Also I feel like I should note, if there seems to be a bit of mood whiplash at times, that this playlist also includes songs related to the Let There Be Fire 'Verse, since that's a sub-AU of the Wind Will Set Me Racing 'Verse.

If you want to play a little ask game, feel free to send me a song and I'll say something about it and why it's on the playlist -- just be warned that the answer might be, "BotC spoilers," "it was on my writing playlist and the association became too strong," or "I have no idea but past me was onto something."

Song list under the cut:

Note: This list does not always link to the video used in the playlist. Because that was a playlist, I prioritized videos that were just the song without added sound effects or commentary, and so often passed on videos that are actually on the artist's channel. This list always links to the version on the artist's channel or the YouTube-generated channel for that artist's music (when applicable -- if it's a fan remix or obscure or the artist doesn't have a presence on YouTube it just links to whatever video I have on hand), even if that version has commentary or whatever.

Also Ray Pherz has a habit of deleting videos on his own channel (or constantly getting copyright claimed for his own work) and reuploading it, so links to his stuff will probably break at some point. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Nothing I can do about it.

Ale House Hornpipes by Alexander James Adams/Heather Alexander.

All About Us by He Is We feat. Owl City

Alternia by Seth "Beatfox" Peelle

... And the Sky Turned Black by Eldrvak

Apocalypse State of Mind (Acoustic Version) by Aviators

The Banishment of Éomer by Howard Shore

Believer by One Voice Children's Choir

Blackberry Wine by Adele McAllister

Blacksmith, Blacksmith by Chase Noseworthy

Blossom in the Rain by Blobb

Bonfire (A Rest) by Aviators

Born Alone Die Alone by Madalen Duke

Born to be a Killer by Chase Noseworthy

Brother by Madds Buckley

Burn by Aviators

Catalyst by Aviators

Come Wayward Souls by Samuel Ramey

Country Roads - Orchestral Remix by Carl Abelgas (Kāru)

Dance of Forgotten Souls by Ray Pherz

Dance of Life by Sergey Ivanov

Darkest Hour by Christopher Hanson

Dear Fellow Traveller by Sea Wolf

Diggy Diggy Hole Ultimate Combo by StingAttack

Do you Remem8er Me by Malcolm Brown

Dragon's Lair by Giorg¡a

End of the World by Beth Crowley

Even if you Fall by Ray Pherz

Even if you Lose by Ray Pherz

Everybody Wants to Rule the World by Lorde

Far Ahead the Road Has Gone by Stephen DiGregorio

Far from Home (The Raven) by Sam Tinnesz

Fear Not This Night by Clamavi De Profundis

Fireflies by ShowMeYourBenitals

The Fixer by Brent Morgan

For the Dancing and the Dreaming by The Hound + The Fox

For the Dancing and the Dreaming by Peter Hollens feat. Evynne Hollens

Golden Sky by Rachel Rose Mitchell

Gray Valleys by Kristina Budzhiashvili

The Grey by Icon for Hire

Grow As We Go by 27 On The Road

Happily Ever After (Acoustic) by He Is We

Hard to Kill by Beth Crowley

Heartbeat/Hope by Rachel Rose Mitchell

Heaven Knows by Aviators

Heaven Knows by Ray Pherz

Here's a Health to the Company by The Longest Johns

Heroes & Thieves by Vanessa Carlton

Home by Vanessa Carlton

Homeward Bound by Peter Hollens

Honor and Might by Clamavi De Profundis

If My Heart Was a House by Owl City

In Memoriam by Ray Pherz

In My Arms by Plumb

In the Blood by Home Free

In the Rain by Jeremy Zag*

Iron Will by Clamavi De Profundis

I See the Light by Brent Morgan

Isolation & Revenant by Syr

It Can Wait by The Hound + The Fox feat Kevin "K.O." Olusola

(I will finish listing out the tracks later, but I want to publish this while it's still the weekend)

*I am not confident on this attribution, as it's kind of hard to find artist information for the soundtrack for this show. I know Jeremy Zag composed at least some of it, and the only other artist attributions I could find related specifically to the theme song, not other parts of the soundtrack. If anyone knows with any more confidence, please let me know!

[hermiola]

You are given a word - share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that starts with each letter of that word.

Thanks to @di-42 for the tag! 💜 The word I got is MEAD. Seeing as my only WIP is Growing on Me I'm going to pick from the unpublished chapters with no spoilers.

M.

"Make your fluffy hair even fluffier."

E.

"Either way, nothing lasts forever."

A.

"As I said, we’ll retrieve our luggage and be out of your hair in no time."

D.

"Does this mean the rose has never existed in the first place?"

No pressure tags: @leviosally, @gaiaseyes451, @wingsofopal, @paperclipninja

If you want to play, your word is NICE (sorry Crowley).

Open to whomever wants to play, too!

[twisted-gremlin]

Second years and semicolon

First years and explanation

Riddle: since tattoos didn't exist in the day of the queen of hearts, or anythibg of the like in the area, there is no law for or against them. Riddle believes that the queen would have a rule that all must have atleast one as a show of strength and fortitude or loyalty or somethjng. He just would make sure that you took care of the tattoo during the healing process. His mother probably disapproved of Riddle himself ever getting one because they could lead to an infection. So, Riddle would defonately talk to you about it, and what your means to you. I think, when the time comes. He might get a heart and rose semicolon tattoo for himself when he is old enough. He takes so much pride in it and absolutely adores it

Ruggie: he might see tattoos as a waste of money. Growing up poor, he has seen some people tossing away their money for a new tattoo. So he might antagonize you a lil more. I think Jack would actually be the one to snap at Ruggie, saying that your tattoo means alot to you and shows a big milestone. Jack dosent open up about more, so Ruggie asks you. You may either tell him to fuck off, so he does and just kinda keeps his distance. The other option is that you tell him, and he grows a bit more of an understanding for that. He is a lil more respectful and may steal some stuff for ya because you are currently broke as shit (thanks Crowley for helping)

Floyd: he fuckin thinks tattoos are the coolest thing. I think, if he ever got a tattoo, he would get a sleeve of random ass things, going to 50 differnt artists while it's being done. He bites your tattoo because look, a homing beacon of bitting. He would respect ya is you do share your story with him, and he even helps you, in his own way. He will steal you away if you get stressed, or share your guilty foods(he does this with Azul, you can't change my mind), he likes seeing his shrimp friend happy admit all the chaos they are in

Jade: he probably isn't one to get a tattoo, he might get a mushroom one as a memory of his time on the surface. But I think he would put together what your tattoo means, and so, he helps by pushing you a bit further if you don't already push yourself. If you do, then he will present himself as an obstacle so you can take a break every once in awhile. He does this with Azul and it works well with him, so why not with another friend/patron who is struggling. He will listen to your story if you wish to share it and will be there for you, and even offer to take you on hikes with his club.

Azul: I think he would not care much for tattoos, he is a business man, a tattoo would take away from the business. But when he saw yours and put together the meaning behind it, after his overblot, he accepts that, something is also wrong with him, so he asks you to his office for drinks and to talk. So he brings up your tattoo, he identifies in some way with your story, the struggling around others, the fear, the insecurity. He apologizes for his behavior recently as it put you and your livelihood in danger. He makes an offer of buying ramshake, giveing you a place on Octanavile, and a job at the Monstro Lounge. He would get a small smiple semi Colin that could be hidden in his gloves. It's a promise, to you and himself that he would never do such a thing again, he hurt his friends, scared people, and nearly killed himself. So he wants to be better than he was, being better also seems to help with his businesses aswell so why stop?

Jamil: I think he would have a bit of a stigma against tattoos, white would be for the wealthy, while black would be for criminals. Even tough it's not entirely true, he has it a bit ingrained in him that if you have ink on you, he hates you. So before his overblot, he would be cold and distant to you. After the overblot, he decides to ask about what your tattoo means to you/your culture. When you share, he apologizes for his stigma and thank you about shareing your story. I think he would ask for permission from his family and the Al-Aslims for a white and black semicolon tattoo. He helped Kalim take care of his so he knows how to do it, but Kalim this time helps him.

Kalim: bean boi already has one! So the two fo you bond over them. Tattoos are probably a mix of cultural and a sign of wealth, specifically white ones. So when you share your and the meaning to you, this man does what he can to support you, inviting you over or comeong over for meals, checking in on you every once in awhile, just trying his best to be aware of the feelings of others.

Silver: I think silver would be fascinated by it. He was allways fascinated by oddities in whatever differnt kind of fae he talked to, multiple sets of teeth, wings, horns, pointy teeth, whatever would make himself differ from the fae. He would be very respectful about it and be sure to research each Species or ask his father about it before asking the fae themself, as to not appear as to be rude. He asked Jamil about Kalims tattoos because he knows that if there was a gaurd or a retainer nearby, it's best to adress them about some things that may be rude culturally. So he knows what a tattoo is, and ends up asking you about yours. He apologizes that you have had to go trough such hardships and is glad that you are healing and are there for Malleus whenever he needs someone to be with that isn't one of them. He honestly respects you alot for it since Jamil told him that it's a bit of a painful process. He may ask some more about your world aswell because he is genuinely curious about the differences between the worlds and helps you as a fellow human who is very much lost in this new world

[feralbutfluffy]

45: Aziraphale

Chapter 45 of Too Wise to Woo Peaceably

*****

Well.

Well.

He hadn’t planned this. He hadn’t expected it. In fact, moments ago he had been fraught with tension about the consequence of his desires, and then…

'You’ve sinned, and sinned, and sinned again - still here though, still an angel - and now you’re frightened of… more sin.’

Really, when he’d put it like that, perhaps his trepidation was a small bit exaggerated. The words had blanketed his fear, muffling its roar to a bearable level, softening its jagged edges until he’d been able to think around it.

He had sinned. Many times. He had coveted and lied, he had disobeyed and now he had killed...

And in light of all that, lust had seemed, well, lesser. Lesser than lying to the Almighty. Lesser than taking a life.

It had felt so indulgently human to reach for Crowley. 

A fragment of his mind still clung fiercely to the old fear, refusing to relinquish something he had cleaved to for so long, and it was the distant sound of a siren, a low hum of warning telling him it was forbidden, immoral, wrong.

… Which somehow, perversely, made it better; the aching, twisted pain backlighting the pleasure of the moment, sharpening the contrast.

And so he’d put his hand to Crowley’s face, hoping he would understand what it meant. 

I care about you. 

I care about you. 

I care about you.

He cared enough about Crowley to ignore his fears, to show him he wasn’t alone in wanting this. He cared enough to take the risk and taste what he had been wanting, despite the force of it making him feel like he might possibly have collapsed in on himself like a dying star while he wasn’t looking and become nothing but a black hole of pure want trying to pull Crowley in.

This is what humans do, he’d thought, turning Crowley’s face towards him, and this is probably what demons do, he’d thought, running his thumb over the skin next to Crowley’s mouth, because it felt wicked. 

It felt wonderful.

And he had held Crowley’s face in his hands, and he had kissed him.

He had kissed him drawing on descriptions from novels he had read and never forgotten.

And Crowley had been so still, and Aziraphale had willed him to understand.

I care about you. 

I care about you. 

I care about you.

And Crowley had been so unyielding, and Aziraphale had wondered if he was too late.

I care about you. 

I care about you. 

I care about you.

And then he’d felt Crowley go slack, the rigid angles softening, his body coiling towards him, and he had been so tentative in his response, so cautious and restrained, that it had given Aziraphale the space to be bolder than he might otherwise have been. Really, it had practically forced his hand. Or his lips, rather.

And then he had felt Crowley smile against his mouth, and his tongue had flicked against his, and the sensation had shocked him, turning his whole body to liquid flame.

Which was its own shocking sensation.

He had pulled away then, distantly thinking that the air that rushed in to fill the space between them felt lonelier than it had before.

Silly.

And Crowley hadn’t moved. He was still pitched forward, heavy-lidded, with his fingers dug into the leather of the seat cushions so hard it was a wonder he hadn’t punctured them. He looked dazed, and his chest rose and fell with rapid, shallow breaths he didn’t really need. 

Aziraphale blinked rapidly, trying to disperse the fog that seemed to have engulfed his brain. 

“Well!” he said.

Crowley tilted his head. 

Aziraphale looked around the bookshop before giving Crowley a relieved smile. “No smiting! It seems I can add lust to my growing tally of sins.”

Crowley raised his left eyebrow and leaned back slowly. “Oh, I’m not sure one innocent kiss really qualifies as a sin of lust, angel; bit too chaste, I’d wager.” His voice was husky.  “Certainly wouldn’t be enough to earn you a smiting.”

“Oh. Well.* Aziraphale straightened. “I suppose you would know.”

He wasn’t smiling, but there was amusement in Crowley’s eyes. “Naturally.”

“I’m sure you have plenty of experience with physical temptations under your belt, ripe for comparison,” he said, and he knew he sounded peevish but he couldn’t seem to help himself.

“Goes without saying,” he said, but Aziraphale thought he heard laughter in his voice.

“Are you mocking me?”

“Never.” 

It was still there. Definitely laughter. Aziraphale frowned at him.

“You’re being tremendously cavalier about this, Crowley.”

Crowley leaned his elbow on the sofa back and rested the side of his head against his knuckles. 

“I am having the most marvellous Thursday morning and I absolutely refuse to ruin it with overanalysis. I don’t think this day can be topped and it’s only-” he looked around at the grandfather clock and this time the amusement was written all over his face in the form of an enormous grin, “- six thirty!”

He said it as if it had some particular meaning.

“Muriel’s sure to get a kick out of that,” he said softly.

“Out of what?”

“The time. It’s- Never mind. Forget about it. Inside joke.”

“Ah.”

Crowley’s grin dropped and Aziraphale clasped his hands in his lap, staring down at them silently. They sat for a moment, both thinking of why inside jokes with Muriel even existed, both thinking of long months apart, both ultimately thinking of that day at the bookshop.

Crowley pulled the heel of his foot up onto the edge of the sofa, his bent knee creating a barrier between them. His incongruous fuzzy yellow sock drew Aziraphale’s eye, distractingly visible over the top of Crowley’s shoe. 

When he spoke, all trace of humour was gone.

“I couldn’t believe you left.”

Aziraphale could have sworn the temperature around them dropped by a few degrees.

“You said I was forgiven-”

“I know, and I meant it. I did. But I haven’t forgotten and… I don’t know, I just- How could you possibly think I would be happy about any of it? How could you of all people have thought I would ever want to go back there?”

Aziraphale’s shoulders tensed. “Well, clearly with the benefit of hindsight-”

“No. No no. You don’t get to say that. You don’t get to act as if my getting knocked about is the only-” A hiss of frustration. “You had more than enough hindsight to draw from! You knew how I felt. Why did you think I would-?”

“You were happy as an angel, Crowley!”

Crowley drew back as if burned. “That wasn’t me. I am not that angel. Even if I wanted to be - which I don’t - I could never be that again. Not ever.”

“Yes, but-”

Crowley leaned over and reached for the desk. He pushed off the corner to heave himself to standing. 

“I made my peace with it a long time ago. I do what I can. I try to do what’s right. I’ve found my own path. You’ve seen it. You’ve seen me. And you still-”  

One of his legs buckled slightly and Aziraphale almost stood, arms outstretched, before Crowley caught himself and braced on the surface of the desk with both hands.

“You still see me as one of the bad guys? Okay. Fine. So be it. Apparently six thousand years hasn’t been enough to convince you otherwise. You want me to be someone that doesn’t exist, Aziraphale; you’re looking at me and seeing a ghost.”

Aziraphale winced at the mention of his slip of the tongue. “Obviously when I said ‘you’re the bad guys’ I didn’t mean you specifically, Crowley.”

There was an uneasy quiet. “I wouldn’t say there was anything particularly obvious about that.”

Really, but he was impossible!

A tinge of irritation crept into Aziraphale’s voice, disguising the despair. “I don’t want you to change, I like you the way you are, thank you very much! It’s only that I remember you being so happy then - magnificently, incandescently happy - and I wanted that for you again. The idea of being able to give you that again…”

It had barely been five minutes since he had kissed Crowley and felt his mouth curl into a smile against his own. Now the former demon was giving him a guarded look and that same mouth was an unhappy line, one corner turned down.

“Right. Sure.” Crowley let his head fall back and sighed. “You already did that five minutes ago, you daft prat.”

And then he snapped his fingers and disappeared.