#forts crowley now THIS

[yellowpamonha]

oh no oh no oh no. worst third act break up EVER

[wearecrowley]

crowley + aziraphale appreciation week day 6 ~ Lyrics/Poems/Quotes

[etheries1015]

As requested by @mellowwillowy who asked me to do some dark Yandere content. I'm gonna try my best, but be prepared to probably be incredibly disappointed since I've never written Yandere stuff and it's not my forte. Really went out of my comfort zone for this one LMAO.

Featuring: Yandere!Jade, Yandere! General Lilia, Yandere! crowley

TW: DARK CONTENT. Non-consensual, Stalking and obsessive behavior, Sexual assault, hair pulling, mentions of cannibalism, reader locked up, toxic relationships, toxic behavior, degradation, manipulation, hair pulling, abuse, forced "pregnancy" Although only mentioned as being pregnant not describing gender or sex.

anybody experiencing such things in real life, please reach out for help <3

WARNING: I don't typically write stuff like this on my blog, so I will say this now: Any hateful comments WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED. If you decide to read from here on out, that is ON YOU. I will NOT tolerate any bullying, harassment, or negativity. These are EXTREMELY sensitive and triggering topics and you have been thoroughly warned.

Yandere! General Lilia

♡ Yandere! General Lilia who found you at your most vulnerable. You were on the ground after being left behind by your comrades, frail and barely moving. He looked down at you with pity in his eyes, using the tip of his foot to lift your head to look up at him. While you sneered at him with distaste, a dark idea flooded his mind. Lilia smirked down at your body before stepping on the top of your head, pushing it into the mud.

♡ "Poor, pathetic human...Look how they left you behind..." He removed his foot and bent down to your level, using his hand to grab you by the hair and lift your bloodied face. "Ohh..if we clean up this blood, I'm sure you're not a horrible sight to look at. How about I take you in? As my little human 'pet'?"

♡ You didn't have a choice. Lilia was eager to knock you out and drag you to a misshapen house that was obviously thrown together on a whim, throwing you inside. He cleaned you up while you were passed out, noting all your properties. You were unaware of this, though. He convinced you that you had simply passed out and he had kindly lay you to rest upon the bed. What a liar.

♡ the first week while you were too weak to move, Lilia would keep you in a warm bed and spoon-feed you food. Although he often seemed cold, you would describe him as warm at the time. It was shocking how kind this fae could be, too kind, really.

♡ He practically nursed you back to health and you completely forgot about the fact he had dragged you there in the first place. A fae helping a human seemed out of bounds, but he was just so...different. So you thought.

♡ Although, he thought you were escaping once when you stepped outside of the home for the first time simply for some fresh air. He quickly let down the facade he had held and gave you a reminder of why you shouldn't trust him.

♡ He'd punish you by pulling you by the hair and dragging you back into the house kicking and screaming, placing you in front the mirror nearby. He would force you to look up while he degraded you.

♡ "See this?" He grabbed you by the cheeks roughly, pressing hard, "Who would want a pathetic and ugly human such as yourself? what do you think will happen when you go out? You will be left behind just like they did before." He let go, a smile replacing his anger, "But not me...I told you if you stayed here nothing bad would happen, but you were trying to leave me, weren't you?"

♡ No matter how much you cried and told him that wasn't your intention, Lilia tsked and refused to believe you.

♡ As a continued punishment for your defiance and retorts, General Lilia would roughly tear your clothes off and force you to look in the mirror as he violated you. Your hands were bound with magic and your mouth gagged, Lilia pulling your legs apart roughly and unzipping his pants.

♡ "How does it feel to be filled to the brim by a fae? It must feel better than any human could ever make you feel. If you stay, You get to feel like this all the time...any human would be elated, wouldn't you agree?"

♡ "We would make such beautiful mixed children, wouldn't we?" He groaned as he came into you for the 6th time that night of your punishment pressing his hand against your stomach, "right here. Swollen with bastard children..."

♡ After your attempted "escape", you were chained up and typically naked. He would feed you, cleanse you, and bring you random gifts and food...Truly keeping his word on treating you as if you were his pet. It was debilitating.

♡ If you were good, he would let you sleep in that warm bed that you first got to sleep in upon arriving. He'd even sleep with you...not without his hands wandering around your body and having his way with you a time or two.

♡ He makes a point to frequently shower you with gifts and affection, even bringing you clothing and allowing you to walk around the house.

♡ On other days he reminds you of how useless you are as a human, reminding you how he found you and kindly took you in when you were abandoned

♡ Tells you how much he loves you and going back would never do you any good... you could never leave his side.

not like he'd let you any time soon, anyway.

Yandere! Jade

♡ He starts out by watching you from afar, admiring you. You always felt his stare at times, but you could never quite see him or put your finger on it.

♡ You will find random things inside your locker. They started out innocent enough, cards professing love for you, flowers, random things he would find in the mountains. You thought it was rather cute, even if you couldn't tell who was leaving it behind for you to find.

♡ Then soon it progressed to photos he took of you with notes on the back. The first time you pulled out a photo of yourself anticipating a letter, your smile quickly dropped. Jade, however, was smiling in the corner watching you unravel his plan.

♡ One was a picture of you changing through a window of Ramshackle, behind the letter is said "Every part of you is my favorite, but I'm particularly fond of your bare legs."

♡ This becomes incredibly worrying to you. You still weren't sure who this mystery person was, and of course you went to someone you were close to for advice. That person was Jade, as he predicted enough.

♡ He's your white knight. He acts all worried and panicked on your behalf, stating he would "take care of it." After about a week when the letters and pictures stopped, you thanked him with a hug.

♡ that single hug sent shivers down Jade's spine. Just being in close contact with you in terms of an embrace wasn't enough...he found himself quickly rushing to the bathroom to release himself, pulling out his phone using the same filthy pictures he took of you to pump his cock dry.

♡ His behavior only worsened from there. That single hug gave him this itchy feeling that wouldn't leave him about being close to you- soon noticing other items of yours going missing. Your underwear, specifically.

♡ You thought it was only a little bit weird when he gifted you a set of new underwear, but you talked it up to just being super close with Jade and he was trying to be helpful with your missing hosiery and was sympathetic to your issue.

♡ Upon visiting his dorm room, you took notice of a specific notebook. He had walked out per Azuls request for assistance, and you took this opportunity to snoop around. Inside this notebook, you found a bunch of pictures of you- ranging from the ones you saw in your locker, to other more disturbing photos such as your sleeping form in revealing night clothing and one in which you were preparing for a bath.

♡ The dread truly set in once you read all sorts of insane things Jade had put, but one that stood out to you the most was an entry in which he detailed how if he couldn't have you, he would have to chop you up and put you in his favorite dishes to fully make you one with him.

♡ "I've never felt more connected with someone before. I know we must truly be fated for one another, and I can't bear this burning in my heart to have them nearby. Perhaps in order to fully reach a level of togetherness, the only way to become truly one with one another is if I were to cut them up and consume-"

♡ You wanted to throw up. You had to stop reading, but before you even had the chance to react, the unexpected occurred.

♡ "I see you've found my little secret," A voice from behind you startled you, dropping the notebook and stared up at the tall male with a deadly pale face and dreaded wide eyes. His expression was difficult to read with an uneasy smile spreading cheek to cheek

♡ "What happens from this moment on," He said, grabbing you by the chin and leaning into your face, "Is entirely up to you."

Yandere! Crowley

♡ You had always been seen as Crowleys favorite. It wasn't like he made it particularly difficult to tell, the way the students would spot his crows anywhere you were.

♡ He was constantly monitoring your every move. If you were with someone else, he'd always inquire to you about your conversations and why you were so engaged in talking with someone other than himself.

♡ "Don't you think you're getting too close to my students?" He pouted, "I think this was a bad idea. How about I allow you to stay with me? Oh, how kind I am to invite you open arms into my home!"

♡ It really wouldn't be much different than now. You were always aware that he watched your every move- the crows in your window while you were stripping for bed were an obvious sign that you were never alone or away from his prying eyes.

♡ Crowley is incredibly coy and risky. He doesn't care what anybody else says or thinks when it comes to you, he wanted to make it painfully obvious specifically to the staff that you were his prey and his alone.

♡ This includes having his way with you anytime, anywhere. If you were just bringing papers to him, he'd have you on his desk with your legs spread at a moment's notice without as much as locking the door.

♡ This wasn't uncommon. He was always testing your patience, a hand crawling up your skirt in the middle of a meeting or taking you in a classroom after hours. But he's never done anything this extreme before...

♡ While you're completely bare and naked on his desk for anyone to walk in and see you in all of your glory, Crowley only unzipped his pants to free his cock from his confines. He's quick to push himself inside of you without prepping you first, leaving you to yelp out in pain.

♡ "Hush, now...we wouldn't want anyone else coming in and seeing you in such a state, would we? If you aren't quiet and another teacher comes in..." He tsked, smirking and swallowing your whimpers with his mouth.

♡ It was as if he was purposefully trying to make you fail, as if he had some sort of plan. Pressing his cock into the deepest parts of you practically slamming his hips against yours. It hurt more than felt pleasurable, you felt tears prick your eyes and a loud yelp of pain escape your lips.

♡ It wasn't a surprise when Crewel walked in to see what was going on. Upon this sight, Crowley tsked once more and looked at you with distaste, not even phased at Crewel's appearance. As if he was practically expecting it.

♡ "Look what you've done...I suppose it's time for your punishment now, isn't it?"

♡ You were soon gagged and hands tied in front of you, Crewel now having his way with you as if it were the most natural thing to occur while Crowley watched. Tears were pouring down your eyes, looking over to Crowley unable to tell what he was thinking behind that mask of his.

♡ When your body stopped resisting and you went limp in giving up, Crowley walked over and instructed Crewel to stop. Crowley untied you and ungagged you, holding you in his arms and petting your hair.

♡ "I recall you saying you found Crewel handsome. Was it everything you ever wished for? Are you satisfied with him? or have you learned your lesson?" although he was gently stroking your hair, the frown on his lips was enough to tell you this punishment was for that purpose. Your answer would determine his mood, that much you knew.

♡ You nodded in response, choking out a feeble cry "I'm sorry, I won't say it again. You're the only one that can pleasure me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." As you babbled your apologies, Crowley smiled and kissed the top of your head, and carrassed your body.

♡ "Good...I'm sorry I had to punish you like that, my little crow. I promise to make it up to you. How about a fancy meal tonight? Hmm? I'll take you to the expensive one you like. Kind of me, isn't it?"

♡ It was twisted and messed up, you knew this. You knew it was just a way to ensnare you, another way to keep you bound to him. You've convinced yourself that he had your best interests in mind, for although he would subject you to ridiculous punishments... He would also treat you like you were the most precious cut of an expensive gem.

A vicious cycle, indeed.

♡ You nodded feebly, Crowley smiling and lifting you in his arms. Gone in a puff of smoke, he took you to bathe in warm water and give you that sly smile and gentle facade that always draws you back in.

~~

[denaliwrites]

Tongue Tied

Crowley x GN!Reader

Summary: Crowley has something he wants to confess to you.

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Crowley is baby.

Crowley was keeping something from you.

You weren't sure what, but you knew it had to be something big and bad based on how his behavior around you had changed recently.

You wondered if maybe you were dying and just didn't know it yet, but you knew that if Crowley wouldn't tell you, Aziraphale definitely would. Or he'd miracle it away. So then Crowley would no longer be acting weird.

So, it wasn't that.

You also wondered if maybe the world was on the verge of ending again. But Aziraphale would've told you about that too.

Whatever the reason, it bothered you that you couldn't figure it out.

You had half a mind to confront Crowley about it. Or. Well. You would've, if not for him approaching you first.

He caught your attention one day with that delightfully strange sound he made in the back of his throat. His utterance of your name was unnecessary, but you did appreciate it all the same as you turned from your task of putting books away to look at him.

"Yes, Crowley?" you asked unassumingly.

"Well -- it's -- the thing is -- y'see --"

"Crowley?"

Normally you didn't mind the stop-starting of his speech patterns, but right now it felt like you both might explode if he didn't spit it out -- whatever it was.

"The thing is," he repeated with an aggressive sniff. "Human stuff isn't really my forte, y'know?"

"I know. I appreciate the effort, though."

"The thing is," he said again. You wanted to yank that phrase out of his vocabulary. "I'm not good at the human stuff. I'm not. But --" He made that hgk sound again. "But, see -- well. That's the thing, isn't it? I'm not good at this stuff."

You were so lost.

"Crowley, what are you trying to say?"

He went on as if you hadn't said anything. "I'm not good at this stuff. The human stuff. So. It took me a while -- a long while, for me at least -- to really... get it?"

"Get what?"

"The human stuff."

You blinked at him blankly, seeing but barely processing as he took two long strides towards you and pulled you into a deep, lingering kiss.

"Oh, holy fuck," you gasped.

"Oh, fuck, I'm sorry," Crowley said immediately, pulling away.

You quickly grabbed him by the wrist and reeled him back in. Easily, naturally even, his arms circled your hips and pulled you close, while your arms circled his neck and pulled him close.

You were still kissing when Aziraphale walked in sometime later.

"Oh, finally," he said tiredly, "you two will finally stop your endless pining."

Crowley shot him a look over your shoulder and Aziraphale scurried away. "Where were we?" the demon asked with a soft hum against your lips.

"Oh, you know damn well," you sighed contentedly before pulling him back to your lips.

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

Don't leave your demon uncuddled

A/N: Crowley wants cuddles, but Aziraphale never stops reading. This calls for drastic measures.

When Crowley had introduced Aziraphale to the marvels of staying in bed all day – all week, all month, not yet all year – long, he’d had a very specific picture in mind: the two of them wrapped around each other, respective noses buried in shades of cream-colored and auburn-tinted hair, eyes merely opening to exchange glances of fond admiration, warmth encompassing them both in a timeless embrace, a fest of never seizing cuddles.

In Crowley’s opinion, this plan should have worked out fine. Not a single obstacle had presented itself to him when he’d set out to tempt the angel into the gentle embrace of warm blankets and soft pillows. What the demon had underestimated at the time, was the power of Aziraphale’s books.  

If the angel were asked to list his favourite things since… well always, he’d most certainly list Crowley first and foremost. The mention of his books were, nevertheless, only one breath away.

So, quite unexpectedly, since Aziraphale’s introduction to spending quality time in bed, Crowley had not been succumbed to countless hours of cuddling, but to a quite unsatisfyingly absent angel whose face tended to disappear behind the pages of a leather bound classic. Moving between the covers and pillows ended up being rather unpleasant, since numerous pointy hardbacks stuck out on either side of the mattress. And if he got really unlucky, Aziraphale even left their pillow fort for a while, putting many cold miles between their vessels, only to return with more books.

To be fair, the giddy face of the angel who seemed to experience a whole new level of dedication to his favourite hobby was rather endearing and Crowley could not seriously bring himself to complain to Aziraphale about the lack of physical attention to himself. Besides, the angel was a rather entertaining reader, exclaiming and gasping and giggling all the while which did give Crowley some fun hours, as he simply watched him, curled up by his side, shaking his demonic head with a soft smile.

Sometimes Aziraphale had found good compromises: petting Crowley’s back while reading out loud to him or drawing the lines on the pages out with a single finger between Crowley’s shoulder blades. He was also really unbothered about Crowley’s choosing of which way to position himself around or on top of the angel, across his belly, next to his side, underneath his arm – nothing disturbed Aziraphale when he was reading.

Crowley had therefore enjoyed some of the time they’d passed in bed together.

But after two weeks of frequent reading and of books piling up around them like a flooding tide, Crowley did start to feel like he was drowning in old ink and crinkly pages. And it had to come to an end.

“Angel,” he moaned, when hours had passed with only the sound of pages turning, the repetition transforming it into a form of torture to his ears. He was curled up by Aziraphale’s side, the blanket allowing for nothing but his hair and his yellow eyes to stick out – his expression was all but pleased. “Aziraphale!!” He repeated, slipping his head out from underneath the blanket entirely, intensifying the glare he directed up at the angel’s face.

“Hmmm?” He asked, not even looking at the demon, his blue eyes glued on the pages that shielded him from the warm and welcome temptation of snuggling in peace.

Crowley groaned and had to summon all his lazy powers to slip out one arm from underneath the comfort of the blanket. He moved it up to put his hand between the stupid book and the angelic face. “Haven’t you done enough reading for now?”

Aziraphale swatted Crowley’s hand away like a pestering fly and didn’t pay much attention to his responding hiss. “Crowley, why don’t you just go back to sleep, that’s a dear.”

Surprisingly, the displeased look in Crowley’s eyes grew even less pleased than prior and the demon struggled to pull out arm number two from within the sweet – and currently only – embrace of his blanket to cross both of them over his chest meaningfully. “Can’t you just put your book down for a few months and… just…” cuddle meee?, he continued in his head, but a sudden twang of insecurity avoided the words from leaving his tongue.

His lips turned into a thin line, when Aziraphale’s sole reaction consisted of a quickly uttered: “What? Yes, jolly good, indeed.”

Fiddling with his hands, he sighed and glared at the ceiling for a while.

“You’re not going to pay attention to me then?” He asked eventually, moving his head to look at the angel’s face. And just then did a small smile and a very smugly raised eyebrow grace that oh so innocent face.

“I guess not.”

Ohh, thought Crowley. Ohhhh. That was how he wanted to play? Foolish, foolish angel. No one could beat Crowley at a game of ‘You can’t get a reaction out of me anyway’. That was a challenge, the demon was more than apt to live up to.

A smile took over his brooding features as he nodded to himself, feigning peacefulness, his eyebrows rising just as smugly as the angels’ had. “Huh.”

Another page was turned – extremely slowly and extremely loudly. Crowley narrowed his eyes. The angel was still smirking ever so slightly, thinking himself clever. The smile on Crowley’s features grew.

“I see. Don’t let me disturb you then, I’ll just get a little more comfortable.” Lifting his upper-body, Crowley crawled on top of his angel, placing a hand on either side of his body, before lowering himself down. His head came to a rest on Aziraphale’s belly, the soft cotton of his pyjama smelling of fresh waterlilies. With a loud sigh, Crowley cuddled himself as close to the angel’s body as possible, his arms finding the space between the small of his back and the mattress to cross underneath and wrap him up in his embrace.

Aziraphale didn’t allow any of that to disturb him in the least. Behind his book, hidden from view, he bit his bottom-lip, concealing a little smirk. Mischief was in the air and he was quite prepared to see whatever Crowley would come up with to gain his attention. The letters on the pages turned into senseless repetitions of the same line, his attention not really remaining with his lecture.

Crowley was feeling particularly mischievous in that very moment and he was in a rather perfect position to act out his mean little plan. Moving his chin over Aziraphale’s tummy, he tightened his grip around him ever so slightly. Suddenly he buried his nose in the soft, angelic belly and inhaled deeply. “Ahh, you smell so good, angel.”

Aziraphale’s grip on his book grew a little stronger. Oh dear, maybe he was in more trouble than he’d expected. “Crowley,” he warned meaningfully, conveying unmistakeably with his tone of voice that the demon better not do what he appeared very much about to do.

“Yes?” The demon answered innocently, a playful grin settling on his face, as he started circling Aziraphale’s belly with the tip of his nose.

“I’m warning you.” The angel stated, shifting a little on the covers and lifting one hand from his book to hold up a reprimanding finger. His face stayed hidden behind the hardback copy which merely propelled Crowley’s grin to new dimensions of evil.

“I’m not doing anything.” He lied, placing a kiss in the middle of Aziraphale’s belly, before more kisses followed - to his sides, to his ribs, to his hips, all soft spaces that got Aziraphale to hold his breath and press his lips together tightly.

He tried not to react too strongly to the sensations spreading on his midriff, but truly, Crowley started to tickle him more and more and soon enough, Aziraphale was sure of it, it would become unbearable. He cleared his throat and shifted around some more, trying to distract himself with the sentences under his nose, but it was to no avail. He was about to lose their little game, but he tried to stay afloat for as long as he possibly could. Little titters of laughter tinted his voice when next he spoke. “You- you will regret this.”

“I sure hope I will.” Crowley answered, his smirk audible in every syllable and all hell broke loose when next he dipped his head to Aziraphale’s tummy and started growling into it. A loud screech left the angel’s lungs as he slipped out of his comfortable sitting position, starting to hit Crowley’s head with the next best weapon – which turned out to be the very enemy, the book itself.

“NOO!!” The sweetest squeals emerged from the bibliophile angel as Crowley continued to snarl, growl, gnaw and nibble all over the cotton covered ticklish belly at his mercy, paying no heed to the painful attempts at self-defence directed at his poor head. “DON’T DO THAT!!! OH CROWLEY YOU’LL-“ A peal of high-pitched laughter cut off Aziraphale’s line of thought as wily fingers started prodding his sides, adding to the unbearable sensations that overpowered his vessel.

“I’ll what? Tickle you until you pop? Maybe sooo.” Crowley snickered when Aziraphale finally tossed the dangerous book aside and started pushing and hitting at him with his hands instead, his scrunched up face decorated with the sweetest smile and his cheeks painted a very rosy colour.

“I BEG OF YOU!! STOP THIS!!”

Crowley merely smirked lazily, rubbing his face against Aziraphale’s ticklish sides and wiggling his fingers into easily accessible ribs on either side of his favourite body, never wishing for one second to stop.

“Can’t ignore me now, can you?”

Aziraphale arched his back as best he could and pushed his head into a bunch of pillows violently. They went flying, coming in handy and appearing a new wonderful weapon against Crowley’s ticklish attack. The demon started laughing when one of them came down next on his tousled hair, softer than the previous weapons, but nevertheless dangerous in the hands of the angel.

“Hey, stop hitting me!” He chuckled, removing one arm from underneath Aziraphale’s back to protect himself, trying to pull the pillow from the other’s grasp.

“NEVER YOU FOUL DEMONIC-“ Aziraphale choked on a new wave of laughter when Crowley’s hand disappeared underneath his arm, fingers hitting the centre of his armpit and making it impossible for him to keep from squeaking with laughter. The pillow was left harmless on the mattress next to the pair, as Aziraphale tried to curl up into a little ball.

Crowley followed his every move, expertly attacking whichever weak spot revealed itself next, until Aziraphale’s position on the bed had changed from upright to sideways.

“TRUTH, TRUTH!!” The angel squeaked when Crowley’s fingers were gently scribbling up his sides, kisses tickling him underneath his chin. “YOU GOT ME! I GIVE UP! I DO! CROWELY!!”

Chuckling softly, Crowley stilled his skilful fingers and removed his mouth from Aziraphale’s sensitive neck. The angel was panting, a big smile on his face and small titters still spilling from his lips.

Crowley had missed their tickle fights especially during these last two weeks of the angel’s insatiable hunger for books. Nothing was as sweet as his angel’s reaction to having Crowley kiss and tickle all over his middle. Though Aziraphale would probably not agree with him on this – he kept teasing that nothing could be sweeter than his demon flailing like a bug in  the water whenever Aziraphale’s fingers came near his hips or the backside of his ribs.

“You,” Aziraphale exclaimed when his breathing allowed it, “are in for quite the ordeal!”

“Oh, am I?” Crowley chuckled, pushing their noses together and planting a quick kiss on the angel’s lips. “Do you really think you’d have the singlest tidbit of a chance against me right now?”

Aziraphale threw his head back with another peal of laughter when Crowley’s fingers continued their ticklish way up his sides. “NO NO!! NOT A ONE!! CROWLEY PLEASE!!”

“Not a one.” Crowley repeated meaningfully and grabbed Aziraphale’s shoulder to roll them over, grinning happily up at his angel’s bright face. “I won. Now I demand-“ He stopped himself, too embarrassed to say it out loud.

“Cuddles?” Aziraphale offered, smirking knowingly.

Crowley growled  and hissed in response, but his blushed cheeks made it lack any vigour. “Yes, that!!” He spat out, before burying his face in Aziraphale’s neck and turning them over again.

Aziraphale smirked at the demon’s antics, wrapping his arms around him to pull him as close to his body as possible and allowing him to keep his face hidden at his neck. “You shall have your cuddles then, you wily snake.”

Crowley grabbed the blanket and pulled it around them, before letting out the loudest sigh of relief, happily enveloped in the hug he had wished for. Occasionally he allowed his snake tongue to slip out between his lips to tickle Aziraphale’s neck. But apart from that, their cuddle session was not interrupted for an impressive amount of time. And Crowley couldn’t have been happier.

[ineffabildaddy]

We were all talking about the bookshop as a save space for Crowley and Aziraphale, because hell Had no access. After inviting hell, is it still safe? I'm refering to the "nothing lasts forever". So I'm wondering if there's more behind.

oooh interesting!!! do you mean it might no longer be safe in general now that shax etc. have all been invited in once? i've not considered this before, and i'm afraid that analysis is not my forte, so... who's got some thoughts about this?

@indigovigilance @vidavalor @drconstellation @aduckwithears @ineffableigh @phoen1xr0se thoughts?

[anime-aus]

TWISTED WONDERLAND EVENTS THAT I THINK SHOULD HAPPEN

Coral Sea Event: A bunch of characters go to visit the Coral Sea. We learn a lot more about the place. We get to see the mermaid forms of Azul, Jade, and Floyd. We meet the family members at Mrs. Ashengrotto’s restaurant. The characters need to track down a family recipe of hers that has gone missing. I think for the character cards everyone gets a mermaid form! All the characters get to become temporary mermaids with transformation magic!

Royal Sword Academy Competition: There is a “friendly” school vs. school competition between RSA and NRC. There are different categories like athletics, fine arts, and skill competitions. Each dorm competes against the one that is opposite of their own (Pomefiore v. Neige’s Dorm, Heartslabyul v. Chenya’s, Octavinelle v. Rielle’s, etc.) Many new characters are introduced. Will NRC win this competition and is someone trying to sabotage them?

Waterpark Event: Everyone gets a swimsuit. That’s the first thing I desire. Swimsuit cards! Crowley is going to take another vacation and he takes some random winners with as a surprise. Despite the fun they expected to have, everyone keeps running into bad luck (Rook gets sunburnt, Vil got pushed in the pool, Ruggie got his stuff stolen, etc.), but local sunshine Kalim is going to try and make the vacation as fun as possible for everyone with what time they have left.

Shaftlands/Land of Pyroxene Event: Jack and Vil bring Pomefiore and Savannaclaw to their hometown during the winter. The characters meet Jack’s siblings and Vil’s father. Everything is fine at first, but unfortunately Vil reunites with a former classmate. He always antagonized Vil when they were younger. The former classmate challenges Vil to competition and Vil accepts. All the characters try to win in competitions of snow games (ice skating, sledding, building snow forts, etc.) because Vil is determined to win this. Also Vil is about to reclaim his title as the Snowball Fight Master. No mercy!

Lantern Festival: A bunch of characters attend a Lantern Festival that takes place in the Shaftlands. There are a lot of new twist tunes. Songs were ver important to a princess with long beautiful hair because the music would give her magical powers. There is a small fun music competition taking place in the town and the NRC boys choose to compete.

Fashion Week: NRC has been chosen as the place to hold a photo shoot for the Poisoned Apple modeling agency (I wonder which characters could possibly be associated with that). When things start to go wrong the students guess that they either got cursed or somebody is sabotaging them. Now certain students are going to investigate before fashion week is ruined! I was thinking “How could I possibly give everyone cool outfit cards” and this appeared.

(Edit)

Family Day: I’m adding a family day because I want to see more characters’ family. The specific characters I want to see are Vil’s dad, Azul’s mom, the Leech twins’ parents, Kalim’s siblings, Ace’s brother, Deuce’s mom, and Sebek’s parents. That’s a lot now that I’m writing it all out. I’d also think it’d be interesting if we got to see some of the staff’s family as well.

Harvesting Harveston: I would love to see Harveston when it’s actually apple season. I’d especially like to see how Vil and Rook would react to Epel’s hometown.

[littlewalken]

~I think I posted this before, it might have got lost in the fog, so here it is again~

Citrus free Husbands, Aziraphale/Brother Frances comes to the rescue when Crowley/Nanny Ashteroth’s duties to Warlock cause some distress, woe be them if they are caught in a compromising position!

GOOD OMENS (Cold Nanny)

“Master Warlock I have told you to stay away from that pond! The ice is much too thin!” 

Aziraphale, in his guise of the gardener Brother Francis, hated scolding the boy, even if he was the Antichrist, but safety was safety, and he had heard the terrible sound of the ice breaking followed by a frantic splashing. 

I shall have to have a word with Nanny Ashtoreth about this, any excuse to see Crowley-eh? he chuckled to himself. “How about you make a snow fort? I’ll show you how…”

As Aziraphel neared the duck pond he saw Warlock and his friends running away from it. All for the better if you don’t want a scolding from your nanny! Where was she? Something was wrong.

At first the ice of the duck pond looked undisturbed. Then he saw the remote controlled vehicle Warlock had got for Christmas. Then he saw the umbrella.

“Oh help! Do help!” Aziraphale called as he made his way out on to the ice. “Someone help! The nanny’s fallen through the ice!”

Now, you should know there are a great many snakes who can swim. There are a great many demons who can swim. None of them however swim in icy water because none of them are the least bit built for the cold. For if you had taken any sort of notice in wildlife documentaries you would have noticed all the creatures of the arctic or antarctic are rather plump with a great covering of blubber. And if you were any sort of noticer of Crowley’s forms the words “plump” and “blubber” would not in the least bit apply to him.

It was by any and all means that Aziraphael managed to pull Crowley out of the icy water. “Oh! Poor nanny!” Aziraphael sighed, just in case anyone was watching. “You’ll catch your death a cold if you’re not warmed up!” 

The house was too far to take a human in wet quickly turning to ice clothes. The gardening supply shed was closer. Yes, get Crowley in there, put on the electric kettle, get him out of these wet things! So may wet things!

Aziraphale set Crowley on a pile of seed sacks in the gardening shed and plugged in the electric kettle. 

“Smudge pot,” he told himself. “I’ll light up a smidge pot!” Yes, even though that would be outside the door it would still put out a good amount of heat. “And then we’ll have to do something with getting you out of those wet clothes!” 

Always the angel was looking to see if someone else was coming, if anyone had heard his cries for help. How awful, just down right awful would it be to have the gardener be caught undressing the nanny!

Now you should assume two things about all of Crowley’s clothes, even in his guise of Nanny Ashtoreth. First they are all black, unless noted otherwise, and they are all made of artificial fabrics. That is, if they were made of natural fabrics such as wool, silk, cotton, or linen, their natural wicking motion might not have left the situation so cold and damp. 

To peel off the layers of the onion that made up Nanny Ashtoreth it was best to start with the outermost first. I hope we don’t have far to go, Aziraphale readied himself for the task ahead. First in removing all of Crowley’s wet things was the furry black muff with its red satin lining. This was hung up to dry. Finding a place to hang things up would soon become a problem of its own. 

Next came a felt cap, which didn’t look like a butter bowl, and a knitted scarf with just the slightest hint of red. The scarf was so wet it could be wrung out. Now it was time for the cloak with its little slits for one’s hands to poke through. The buttons for this were quite large and it seemed like each took a dreadfully long time. On being hung up upon a rake to dry the cloak began to drip as if it were going to worm a pond of its own.

“Here, now, miss Ashtoreth, have a nice warm cuppa.” Aziraphale said as he made a cup of instant tea for Crowley. He looked out the door at the flaming smudge pot. Oh please someone come and help me get her to the warmth of her bed. He put the cup in Crowley’s hand but the demon failed to grab it and the tea spilled to the floor.

The shoes had to come off. Leave it to Crowley to chose boots with countless eyes! The laces were quite frozen over and the boots were so tight the laces had to be pulled completely out to get them free and expose Crowley’s tosey-woseys clad in their stockings. 

One by one the fingers of the gloves were tugged on, loosening them up just enough so they could be removed. The removal of gloves could be a very sensual thing if done right. Done in a hurry they were bunched and pulled and dropped to the floor with a distinct splosh sound.

They were down to the winter version of the suit Nanny Ashtoreth always wore. Aziraphile liked the cut of the jacket, the slightly puffed sleeves, the wide cuffs, the little peplum in the back. It too was sopping wet. Fussing with the buttons the angel wondered if it was time to perform a miracle yet. 

Now it was time for the skirt. The cut of this Aziraphale didn’t like. It was too tight here, too full there, and the drape didn’t do any favors. Like the fasteners, who ever thought that a skirt needed a buckle? 

This would be the perfect time for someone to come upon us! Here is the gardener with the nanny bent over him as he fiddled with the zipper of her skirt! It would be nice if you could come to and help, dear Crowley. 

We must be nearing the end, the angel thought, how could you possibly be wearing much more? But Crowley was still wearing more. For being a demon and used to the fires of Hell he liked being warm and had been told the best way to keep a human body warm was to wear many layers. 

Aziraphale’s fingers went to the red silken bow of the scarf at Crowley’s neck. This was allowed to flutter to the floor because the blouse its self, wet, thin, see-through, and clinging to every inch of what lay underneath it, gave the impression of being real silk. 

“This I must be careful with,” the angel told himself as he cast a glance outside but no one except the smudge pot was watching. But by the third button he could tell the blouse wasn’t real silk and he allowed himself to rush along. 

By this time Nanny Ashtoreth was quite undressed but not completely. She sat on the pile of sacks, eyes presumably closed, looking half dead in a shimmering full length slip and stockings. If circumstances were different one might have found themselves distracted by the sight, admiring the human form that God had created in her own image. But a nearly naked and wet demon was turning a shade of blue that was not becoming to him. 

What few clothes that remained on Crowley’s body were somehow still soaking wet. The slip had to come off over his head, one of the satin ribbon straps was starting to fray, it would need to be replaced, that could be done tonight, nice and new by the morning. 

And still Crowley was wearing more! Under the slip there was a full and sensible brassiere and then some sort of girdle looking garment with suspenders that kept the stockings up. 

Knickers, were there knickers? Did Crowley even wear knickers? 

Yes, all these things seemed to be wet too but not as wet as the outer layers. These would have to remain on. As tempting as it would be to fuss with all the brassiere hooks and all the little clips holding up the stockings this layer of dainty underthings would have to remain.

Aziraphale quickly found a piece of burlap to wrap around Crowley. He thought he heard someone coming. If they were they’d find him outside at the smudge pot trying to dry his smock.

“How are you doing in there, miss Ashtoreth, feeling warmer yet?”

Warlock’s mother had come looking cold and quite worried, “Warlock said nanny Ashtoreth fell through the ice.”

“Oh, it’s not quite as bad as that but I’m afraid she’s quite cold,” Aziraphale said. “She should get promptly to bed though. I’ve been trying to warm her up, but slowly mind you, too fast might cause shock.”

***

Nanny Ashtoreth lay in her bed wearing a flannel nightgown under many layers of blankets. 

Brother Francis came in with a bouquet of winter flowers. “Feeling better are we, Miss Ashtoreth?”

“Yes, much warmer.” 

“I saw your clothes to the laundry for you.”

“Thank you, brother Francis.” 

Aziraphael looked around to see that they were indeed alone and leaned close to Crowley to whisper, “You could have lent us a hand with a few things there.”

“And deny you of all that fun?”

[technicallyonappleduty]

Aziraphale and Crowley Timeline

I made a timeline of the Aziraphale and Crowley relationship based on the TV show, book, stage directions, and Neil Gaiman’s blog. It was designed to track negative space and off-screen interactions for the purposes of fic writing, so maybe other fic writers would enjoy it. Please add anything I missed. I’ll edit as necessary.

Before the Beginning — Nebula rollout

Aziraphale shares his name with a heavy implication that they have not met before.

Crowley tells Nina and Maggie, “We’ve been talking for millions of years,” implying some sort of relationship before Crowley’s fall.

Sunday, October 21, 4004 B.C. at 9:13 a.m. — The creation of the universe

4004 B.C., "just after the beginning" — The Garden of Eden

Crowley (Crawly) tells Aziraphale his new name, which implies minimal interaction since Crowley’s fall. They were aware of each other’s presence in the garden as evidenced by Crowley having noticed the flaming sword.

3004 B.C., Mesopotamia — Noah’s Ark

Crowley follows up on the flaming sword, which implies but does not confirm that they haven’t interacted since Eden.

[3004 BC - 2500 BC: NO INTERACTION as evidenced by Aziraphale’s comment, “I haven’t seen you since the flood.”

2500 B.C., Land of Uz — Job

2000 B.C., Sodom and Gomorrah

It’s confirmed from the TV show that Aziraphale was present (as evidenced by their comment about Sandalphon’s participation)

It’s confirmed from the book that Crowley was not present and did not visit afterwards.

[800 BC - 200 BC: Deleted scene from TV show, Arabian Nights-inspired]

33 A.D., Golgotha — The crucifixion

41 A.D., Rome — Aziraphale runs into Crowley

537 A.D., Kingdom of West Essex — Crowley suggests they stop working just to cancel each other out

[1020 A.D. (BOOK CANON) — Arrangement (non-interference) is established. Then, they extend the arrangement to “hold the fort” for one another.]

[1023 A.D. (BOOK CANON) — Crowley comes back to argue that you need to start people off equal in order to let them choose between good and evil, equivalent of The Resurrectionists in the TV series.]

[1400s: “Papal” scene, cut from TV show]

[1567 A.D. — Mary Queen of Scots dies, this scene was cut and converted to The Resurrectionists]

[1556 AD - 1598 AD (BOOK CANON): Crowley is in Spain when he receives a commendation for the Spanish Inquisition. He checks it out then comes back and gets drunk for a week. Time range is evidenced by the line, “That Hieronymus Bosch,” who is a painter who inspired King Phillip II.]

1601, Globe Theatre, London — Hamlet

CONFIRMED: Multiple interactions between Wessex (537 AD) and now as evidenced by Crowley’s statement that they’ve covered for each other “dozens of times now.”

1650, Unknown — First “I Was Wrong” dance (performed by Aziraphale)

[1600 - 1800, United States: A scene set during the Wild West, cut from TV show]

1793, Paris — The French Revolution

A recent interaction is implied by Crowley saying, “I thought you were opening a bookshop.”

1800, London — The bookshop opens (confirmed that it opened “a couple years” after Mr. Hatchard in Piccadilly, founded 1797)

[Book — Crowley is asleep through most of the 19th century, gets up in 1832 for bathroom]

1820s, U.K. — Aziraphale’s diary excerpt, in which he mentions that he told Crowley the story “afterwards” (although “afterwards” can be a very long time for two immortal beings so it doesn’t confirm much)

1827, Edinburgh  — The Resurrectionists

[Confirmed: “It was the last I was to see of Crowley for quite some time.”]

1862, St. James Park, London — Crowley requests holy water

Their understanding of the agreement is, “Stay out of each other’s way. Lend a hand when needed.”

[1862 - 1941: NO INTERACTION as evidenced by the stage directions that Aziraphale has not seen Crowley in a hundred years.]

1941, London

[1960s: cut scene set in America, note: both female-presenting]

1967, Soho — Aziraphale gets holy water for Crowley

2008, U.K. — Antichrist is born

2013, U.S. — Crowley and Aziraphale both begin work for the Dowlings

[“The story starts, as it will end, in a garden” — although technically garden is no longer where it started]

[firephoenix2305]

CHAPTER 13 OF ETERNITY NOW AVAILABLE ON AO3 AND FFNET!

Finally!! I finished writing it! And what a rollercoaster of a chapter; I hope it makes your heart race like mine did while writing it!!

[Post season 2 angst-full with mysteries and adventures and having to stop metaturd, if you'd like to give it a try. Teen and up]

I've written this down on the notes as well, but basically, and I'm so so sorry, I'm going to have to go MIA writing and publishing-wise until at least June. (Nobody died, I just have to concentrate on my finals).

So, to be forgiven (and not having to dance for it), here's a 10k word chapter!!!! Yup, you did read that correctly! Plot heavy, prose heavy (hence why it took so long, dialogue is more my forte) and very, very crazy. Good Omens style. (If I did it right, that is)

<3

Warning: Obscenely badass Aziraphale below cut :)

And actual TW for the chapter: Weapons (swords, spears)

- The building is surrounded - Uriel declared, in the tone of voice of one who is really convinced they have won - Your transport is guarded. I'm sure you've had fun in this wild goose chase, but you have reached the end. You are cornered - - Don't be so sure of that - Aziraphale immediately replied with not a single drop of doubt in his deep, severe voice, making even Crowley get a chill down his spine - I'm not letting you take Eleyn or hurt these people. Whatever that should take - - Spare your empty threats, cherub - Michael shot back, never releasing his eyes - You have no miracles, no way to escape; you're not even armed! - - Yet - the angel snapped, livid, and the archangel's stoic façade finally faltered - You often forget, Michael, that I am the angel of the Eastern Gate. I was created to protect; and I will not hesitate to do it, should you give me a reason- - Who are you trying to intimidate? - the archangel challenged, thought their voice was very slightly higher than before - We outnumber you ten to one - - And you also threaten those I care about – Aziraphale retorted – Believe me, the odds are not in your favor – he took a steadying breath, never releasing Michael’s gaze – Now, stand down and go back the way you came, before we need to make a mess of things- - And if I don’t? - the archangel shot back, though this time there was a slight tremor to their voice. - Then may God forgive me – he breathed, determination burning in his every word.

And another little snippet, because I love this line so freaking much.

Aziraphale knew that feeling; it had accompanied him almost every day for nearly six thousand years of existence. That sinking feeling one got upon understanding that everything they thought to be good wasn’t really that good, and everything they thought to be irredeemably bad maybe wasn’t that bad at all.

[theclaravoyant]

Be Not Afraid ~ good omens ficlet

AN ~ I couldn't help myself, the Angst Fairies finally dragged it out of me after all this fluff. ANGST / whump with a happy/hopeful ending.

**spoilers for S2**

Read on AO3 (~1100wd)

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There’s a dreadful commotion outside. Crowley grits his teeth, agony and grief and this place making him even more irritable at the bustling humans outside than usual. There’s loads of them, gathering outside just by the door, they’re facing the wrong way looking at something - for now at least - but if they think they’re coming in here -

Then one does, and it’s a familiar one, and she has pure dread written all over her face.

“Mr Crowley - “

He bolts out of his seat without needing to be asked. All thought of the pesky humans pales to insignificance; gives way to an overwhelming feeling that he knows what’s happened. In all of time and space there’s only one thing that could make anyone say his name like that.

Aziraphale- 

He can’t bring himself to complete the thought. Aziraphale’s in trouble, that one’s allowed. Aziraphale’s come back. But not this. Not Aziraphale’s in danger the likes of which none of us here on the mortal plane can understand, I know you’ve had a falling out, but you’re the only one I could think to tell.

That, he is somehow sure, is what she means by Mr Crowley.

“Clear out,” he snarls, urging the crowding humans aside and he drinks in the sight. He can’t stand to look but he can’t help it. 

The bitumen is blackened and torn up. Scorched. Gouged like it’s been hit by a small comet.

It has.

And lying in the crater is- is- 

Crowley’s feet are running before he has a chance to even contemplate using a miracle or not. He waves a hand, stops time - fat lot of good it will do any of them now - and falls to his knees by his Angel’s side. He’s bleeding, Crowley can smell it. He’s burning. Crowley can smell that too. Like brimstone.

“Angel, what did they do- “ he growls, he begs, as fury and horror surge through him.

Breath, squeezes out from between gritted teeth.

“I-” Aziraphale hisses. “I missed -”

His body trembles, all but seizing with sheer agony. Steel blue eyes like a stormy sea flicker open for a moment only to be dragged back under by the pain. Crowley digs his hands into smoldering lapels and miracles them inside, trying his best to hold them both steady. He doesn’t feel like much of an anchor at this moment, but at least the Angel’s soft old couch is better than the stinging bits of road embedded in his skin as he burns from the inside out. He’s plugging a dam with a finger but there’s nothing else he can do. Except perhaps peeling the Metatron alive with a teaspoon.Crowley just knows that slimy bastard is behind this, and lashing out has long been his forte after all.

But then Aziraphale weakly grasps at his hand.

“They didn’t… do anything to me,” he insists. “I ch- I chose this.”

The blood that spills from his lips at that makes it horrifyingly difficult to believe. Aziraphale manages to open his eyes again, though, and it almost makes it a little better. They’re surprisingly tranquil, all things considered, as if maybe he did walk into this willingly.

“It was the only way.”

Not so willingly, then. But the argument dies on Crowley’s lips as Aziraphale’s eyes snap shut again. He screams through gritted teeth, then openly. First all but crushing Crowley’s hand, then throwing it aside and grasping at the air like he doesn’t even know Crowley is there. Crowley remembers it, like a light that’s too bright to look at. Like a dying star. He tries to scramble for Aziraphale’s flailing hand but he’s forced aside by bruised and blackened, bloodied wings bursting free of their confines. They’re twisted now, all wrong and dark and Crowley feels himself crying anew. Not Aziraphale, not this.

Not Aziraphale.

Aziraphale Aziraphale Aziraphale.

He hasn’t said that name enough. An Angel’s name. Maybe if he says it now, Aziraphale won’t lose it like Crowley did. But he doesn’t. There’s no one left to beg for mercy now. Nothing left to do but wait until the screaming stops.

He kneels on the bloodspattered carpet, and waits.

And finally, after what feels like an age, it has subsided into small, whimpering breaths.

“Crowley.” A barely audible croak. “Crowley, I’m s- I’m s-”

“Don’t be sorry,” Crowley objects. “We’ll figure it out.” All he can taste is his own tears, and blood, and brimstone and that infernal coffee - coffee - on his Angel’s lips. There’s a flicker of gratitude that they didn’t leave it like that. And fear, and fear, and fear.

“I’m s- scared.”

“Oh.” Crowley, on his knees, crawls closer. “Me too.”

Aziraphale hisses slowly as he pulls his wing up a little and out of the way, so that Crowley can get close enough to clasp his hand again at last. He clasps back with his last scraps of strength. Crowley tries his best to lend some miracle, some energy, some healing, but it crackles uselessly around him like a big ball of panic-lightning and for the first time in a long time it’s not as easy as usual to make the world do what he wants it to do. 

(Maybe that’s because what he really wants is to take all of this back, and he knows he can’t.)

He presses his forehead to his Angel’s. He closes his eyes and wills all the love and desperation and rage and hurt and strength to cross between them skin to skin instead. He’s breathing. At least he’s breathing. For some reason, that’s a relief.

“How are they?” Aziraphale dares ask, after a moment.

They?

Crowley opens his eyes.

“I can’t look.” Aziraphale swallows a lump of tears. “I can’t- just tell me-”

And Crowley understands.

They look a mess. They look like road-kill. They very nearly were. But Crowley finds the words falling from his lips are -

“They look like mine.”

“Oh.” Was that- a smile on the Angel’s lips? It doesn’t last too long but it’s there like a promise. They’ll get through, they’ll heal, they’ll maybe even thrive. They’ll be big and beautiful and ravenlike. Uncowering before the likes of Heaven.

“And what about the eyes?” he presses. “Do they look like yours too?”

Aziraphale’s eyes finally crack open one more time and Crowley can’t help himself, he jumps. That soft, beautifully clouded jadeite colour he’s gotten so used to over the years - oh, it is still there - but like the wings it’s twisted. There’s no clear pupil, no sclera. Only blue, shimmering like what Crowley assumes is supposed to represent something hideous like oil slicks or cataracts or some otherworldly deep sea beast. They are supposed to be ugly; corrupted. Instead they remind him of the heart of his favourite nebula; of stardust swirling in deep space.

“No,” he says at last. “I think they’re beautiful.”

[casp1an-sea]

Dr. Adagio Desrosiers-Sideris

My TWST Teacher OC based on FORTE THE EVIL PIPE ORGON (from beauty and the beast: the enchanted Christmas)

Male, He/Him, Gay

Curriculum: he was a math teacher, but recently started at to teach all of the schools music curriculum instead. He also does private lessons, notably, teaching Malleus, how to play pipe organ.

Age: old

Height: 6’2”/187 cm

Homeland: shaftlands

Hobbies: writing and playing songs so that he can waltz to them with his spouse

Favorite Food: Quiche Lorraine

Floyd’s Nickname: Tube Worm

Students refer to him as Dr. Adagio. (Ace calls him Dr. A, he doesn’t appreciate that) you would be in big trouble if you did not call him Dr. Because he has a doctorate in music theory and wants that to be respected.

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Dr. Adagio is a very reserved and somewhat strict teacher. He is similar to Trein in demeanor. Most of the students did not really like him as a math teacher, but have seemed to notice he is a lot nicer when it comes to teaching music. He loves nurturing students in the creative arts so if they actively put an effort he’ll do what he can to help them reach their goals. If you don’t care about music and you’re just in there to slack off, you will be kicked out immediately and it’s very difficult for you to ever change his perception of you. It’s rumored that he was once a great musician so students wonder how he ended up as a teacher.

he spends most of his free time with his spouse, Michalis Sideris (Xen’s OC) but he is also quite good friends with Professor Trein. He gets along with most of the other teachers, but despises Vargas and find Crowley somewhat annoying.

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Signature spell:

Enchanted Song- basically your typical hear music now you’re under mind control type thing

incantation: As soon as my song rules your head your body's not your own. Enchanted Song!

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Picrew is not mine: 五百式全身メーカー

Here’s what the students don’t know (oooh mysterious)

he had aspirations of becoming a musicians and his dreams were utterly crushed when things didn’t pan out. He’d spent so much writing songs that would never be heard. This tainted music for him. He got a job at Somercrest Academy as a math teacher. It didn’t pay much, but he got by until he found out that there was an opening for a similar position at night Raven college, which paid substantially more and was a much more renowned school. He got the job and later became a music teacher as he began incorporating music back into his life when he found he still enjoyed riding songs in secret for his spouse. Music is his love language. He’s also slowly going blind, and is worried that someday he won’t be able to play and write music the way he does now. But his spouse is helping him through it.

@kirans-wonderland I think you’ll like this one —————————————————————————

@xen-blank @thehollowwriter @ferris-the-wheel @fizzydreamz @hyperfixation-or-death

@ravenwing0110 @keii-starz @distant-velleity

@krenenbaker @elenauaurs @the-banana-0verlord @edith-is-a-cat @dove-da-birb

@cimonim-crunch

Let me know if you want to be added :)

[veryace-ficrecs]

Good Omens POV Outsider Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)  

And Your Enemies Closer by GoldenUsagi - Rated G

Some Satanic monks summon Aziraphale to sacrifice to a Beast of Hell.   Unbeknownst to everyone involved, the Beast is Crowley.  The ritual sort of goes downhill after that. 

On Being Bar Mitzvahed by write_away - Rated G

Zachary Hirsch is quite certain that he's never met Uncle Anthony and Uncle Ezra before, but all sorts of relatives have come out of the woodwork for his bar mitzvah, so it's not like he's surprised.

Crowley and Aziraphale occasionally crash b'nei mitzvahs, confuse the bar mitzvah boy, and leave presents.

The future's going to break through by nieded - Rated T

Series: 3 Works

My take on South Downs: Aziraphale and Crowley decide to become professors. This is inspired by the headcanon that Crowley has 20 different degrees. He is the Serpent of the Tree of Knowledge after all.

The Official Mr Fell Quarantine Thread by argentconflagration - Rated T

 It is with an exasperated sigh that I introduce you to an official thread for this guy. We've discussed it and we've decided that this is the only way we can stop you guys from derailing threads to complain about this guy. By mod decree, all Mr Fell complaining, griping, bitching, grousing, and miscellaneous butthurt now belongs in THIS THREAD AND THIS THREAD ONLY.

The forumgoers of The Codex, a forum for rare book hunters, come to some very interesting conclusions about the personal life of one Mr Fell of Soho. (Inspired by a tumblr post.)

Sleeping Like The Dead by WorseOmens - Not Rated

Aziraphale takes up the habit of sleeping, and goes a bit overboard. After all, with Crowley in bed beside him, why would he ever want to get up?

(Or: The ineffable husbands sleep for three months straight and the whole street thinks they're dead. NOT ANGSTY)

Unto the Whateverth Generation by AstroGirl - Rated T

When your family has been unsuccessfully trying to summon a demon for generations, it's bound to be a little bit of a shock when he actually shows up.  Especially for the demon. 

Chicken Soup for the Dudebro's Soul by ShinyHappyGoth - Rated T

Chanctonbury Ring, a prehistoric hill fort covered in beech trees, is a point of interest near Devil's Dyke on the South Downs. Local legend has it that, if you run around it seven times anticlockwise, the Devil will appear and offer you a bowl of soup in exchange for your soul.

Local legends are weird like that.

Like He Hung the Stars in the Sky by asideofourown - Rated T

“There’s so much you humans don’t understand about the universe, it’s not my fault that I do,” he said in a statement to BBC reporter Jane Smith.  “Just you wait!”

BREAKING: SCIENTIFIC COMMUNITY IN DISARRAY AS NEWCOMER UPENDS DOZENS OF ACCEPTED THEORIES

Up and coming British astrophysicist Dr. Anthony J. Crowley has rocked the science world this week with his research that proves many previously-accepted scientific theories about dark matter and the nature of our universe completely wrong.  Dubbed the ‘Devil’s Theory,’ Crowley’s research has made the astrophysicist a star practically overnight, and one of the most sought-after scientists in the country.

[Crowley can't keep his mouth shut about the stars, and accidentally becomes a famous scientist.  Based on this!]

A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square by ThetaSigma - Rated T

Sam had settled into his job at the Ritz nicely. For example, no one there cared that his birth certificate listed him as Samantha and female and accepted him as Sam and male easily. It's a job he really loves, not least because his supervisor is possibly the nicest person to roam the Earth.

Sam also may be the first waiter in all of history to find out why the wine bottles fill up again when Aziraphale and Crowley have dined there.

***

 He discreetly cleared away the empty bottles on the table and went to put them in the recycling, same as he always did.

 Jim stopped him. “Not those bottles, son.”

 “But they’re just empty bottles, Jim. Nothing left.”

 “I know. But trust me. Cork them and put them back on the shelf, especially if those two ordered more than four bottles total.”

A Guide to Fame for the Enterprising Demon by asideofourown - Rated T

tildeathdoustogether

ok friends so i know we all joke about, like john mulaney and keanu reeves and hozier being immortals, but… i really think we gotta add anthony j. crowley to that list

thelongest27yearsofmylife reblogged and said:

Christ, Beth, Anthony Crowley is an increasingly popular, openly queer creator with explicitly queer rep in his work that’s really important to some people, can you not make this into a meme for ONCE in your life?

[Crowley accidentally gets a bit famous, and the internet figures out he may be a bit immortal]

tildeathdoustogether reblogged and said:

you think i’m joking but.  i’m not.  l i s t e n  i did not get a history degree for nothing, i have RECEIPTS. buckle in kiddos this is a wild ride

The Cell Block Gavotte by WorseOmens - Not Rated

Crowley is forced to defend himself from three disgruntled demons in the heart of London, and that is really, really hard to explain in a human court of law.

(Or: Crowley goes to prison, and decides to just roll with it)

stand on the brink of the warm white day by appomattox - Rated T

hdjngjjbg you guys earlier i was waiting at the bus stop just outside a bookstore and the owner, a little upper-middle aged man who gives off immense gay vibes, walked by on his way in and just. handed me a bag of fun size almond joy????

Wherein: Aziraphale is a Confirmed Immortal.

Wilson & Sons by voidify - Rated G

Ever since its establishment in 1768, Wilson & Sons Barbershop had been a proud family business. Customers came and customers went— but there was one who had, apparently, been there since the very start: A.Z. Fell. 

it's a new craze by attheborder - Rated T

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CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan.

AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we?

CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all.

AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous.

CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not.

Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast.

But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?

Crowley Invented Youtube Recommended (Parsley, Thyme, Sage, Daffodils remix) by flibbertygigget - Rated T

After Aziraphale's video on crêpes makes it into Youtube recommendations through a little demonic intervention, he quickly goes viral. Cue college students just trying to make it work, a bunch of young queers who see A.Z. Fell and his husband Anthony as "goals," and quite a few comments from one Newton Pulsifer. 

The Art of Pretence by WitchFlame (RachelMcN) - Rated T

Playacting is an essential skill for a demon.

Especially when you get summoned by amateur witches with a thirst for power. Luckily, Crowley's silver tongue has always been his most versatile trait.

“You wrote the binding wrong,” the demon speaks and she jumps so harshly that her carefully cradled flask spills and smashes against the floor.

Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost by TheOldAquarian - Rated G

What are you supposed to do when you've been fired from your sweet job in Hell for thwarting the schemes of Satan, you've got a swanky flat in Mayfair, and you're looking for an excuse to spend all your time in someone else's bookshop? Obviously, you turn to the dubious world of short-term vacation rentals.

The resulting Airbnb property has been variously described as "an instagram trap," "a vampire den but make it botanical," and "the weirdest bed and breakfast in the shared history of beds and breakfasting."

what a way to make a living by attheborder - Rated T

Without any more assignments coming from Downstairs, Crowley is struck with a bad case of the doldrums.

It takes a bit of trial and error, but eventually a solution is found.

(Or: the one where Crowley becomes an Uber driver.)

[denaliwrites]

Naked in That Garden

Aziraphale x Fem!Reader x Crowley

Catch and Release Prompt: "Incentive"

Summary: (18+) Crowley discovers an incentive for staying in your body a little while longer. Can be read on its own or as a sequel to Out There Making DuckTales.

Soundtrack: the fruits by Paris Paloma

Requests: Open!

Warnings: :)

"Oi, what's that?" the voice in your head asked.

You snapped out of your reverie with a start. "What's what?" you asked distractedly, looking around for an answer that wasn't there.

"That," Crowley hissed, his... essence? soul? coiling around parts of you that left heat pooling between your legs.

"Crowley," you gasped desperately, nails digging into the wood of the desk you sat at as he did it again experimentally.

The problem was that now a new toy had been dangled in front of him, and Crowley was unlikely to back away -- unless he got bored, or broke it. And, even worse, it was unlikely he'd found and decided to play with those particular bits of you on his own -- something had drawn his attention there.

His essence squeezed around you again, bringing forth a strangled yelp just as Aziraphale walked in.

You didn't dare look at him, but could practically feel the concern rolling off of him as he approached you. His hand on your shoulder was comfortingly warm, but really only served to make you more desperate.

"My dear, you look ill."

Great. You could only imagine what that meant.

His hand not on your shoulder touched your forehead lightly. You glanced up at it and just managed to catch his frown. "You're flushed, but you don't have a fever. How odd."

He helped you to a stand and led you towards the stairs.

You nearly collapsed as Crowley's wandering interest honed in on the bud nestled between your thighs. Aziraphale caught you, looking deeply worried, but you weren't really sure how to tell him your demon houseguest had found the game room.

You were led into a bedroom and sat on the bed, and in your distracted haze you barely noticed Aziraphale leave, and certainly didn't hear his words as he did.

"I h-hope you're satif-fied," you gasped as Crowley tickled your insides.

"Oh, very," his voice hissed in your head. "This feels amazing. What is it?"

On one hand, you found it a little hard to believe a six thousand year old demon didn't know what he was doing to you. On the other, they'd both told you before that they didn't have human bodies so much as tangible objects that vaguely resembled human bodies from the outside.

So maybe he was being honest.

You wiped your brow, pushing back some strands of slicked hair, and released a huff as you leaned back. One hand supported you while the other dipped beneath the waistband of your jeans, inching ever closer to the heat between your legs.

"Do you really not know?" you asked, panting.

"I don't. Human physiology isn't really my forte."

"Do you want to?"

"I do."

That was all you needed to slip your fingers into your folds, index and middle pressing into your cunt while your thumb circled your clit. At first you weren't sure if your pleasure reached Crowley, but then your heard your moan echoed in and around you.

It was weird, to be getting yourself off like this. But something about it definitely turned you on.

"C-Crowley," you panted, slowing down for a moment so you could think.

"Yes, darling?" he purred.

"Can you... d-do you think you could... fill me?"

"Fill you?"

"Yes -- where my fingers are."

A moment later and your cunt felt full in a way you couldn't ever hope to describe. Technically, there was nothing there besides your fingers -- at least, visually speaking. But you could definitely feel Crowley's weight inside you, and it drew forth an obscene moan.

You only remembered Aziraphale when you heard a glass shatter on the wooden floor, and your eyes flew open to see him standing in the doorway, eyes bulging and mouth hanging slack.

"A-Azira--"

You fell silent as he came forward. His eyes blazed as he took in your flushed face, the sheen of sweat covering every inch of your skin, your hand buried in your jeans.

"Really, dear," he said with a click of his tongue. "If you needed help you really should've just asked."

"Wh..."

He snapped his fingers -- no doubt to miracle away the glass -- and then honed his focus back in on you. His gaze was hot and heavy, like a sun that burned bright enough to blind, but you couldn't help but stare into.

"Aziraphale," you whimpered, blinking the building tears of desperation out of your eyes.

"Hush, now, my dear." His voice was impossibly soft, loving, as he leaned forward and cupped your cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing a tear away as yours brushed your clit. "Would you like my help?"

Crowley chose that moment to expand himself -- not enough to cause pain, but enough to leave you crying out, only able to answer Aziraphale in a wordless nod.

He leaned forward to kiss you, his lips tender against your own. His one hand remained on your cheek, while his other gently pulled your hand away from your cunt.

"N-no," you sobbed, but he shushed you with another kiss.

"It's all right," he reassured you. He snapped again and you were hit with a sudden chill as your clothes disappeared. Before you could complain, Aziraphale guided you down onto the bed, his now bare body hovering over you as his eyes trailed over your prone form. "Oh, aren't you lovely?"

Crowley gave an assenting hum as he squirmed inside you, eliciting another cry from you.

Aziraphale trailed kisses down your neck and chest, stopping to suckle at your breasts for a moment before he made his way back up.

"Angel," Crowley said, "how do you know what to do here?"

It was a great question. Of the two, you would've expected Crowley to know more about this particular activity.

"I read," the angel answered simply before he pulled you into a loving kiss.

You whimpered into his lips, nails clawing at his back in a desperate bid to coax him into action.

He blessedly understood your silent plea and responded by rocking his hips forward. You were, just for a moment, certain he used a miracle to drive home on his first try, but then all thoughts disappeared as you were filled to capacity.

Maybe even beyond.

It still didn't hurt, but the pressure left you gasping and your ache for release left you sobbing.

Aziraphale tsked above you. "Crowley, really, did you have to leave her in such a state?"

"How was I supposed to know that's what that button did?"

Aziraphale sighed as he pulled back. There was little relief as he was quick to pitch forward, filling you once again. And as he filled you back up, through your own wail you heard Crowley moan. And you could tell Aziraphale heard it too by the sudden glint in his eyes.

The angel, ever kind, shifted so that his next thrust in his your G-spot, and then he hammered at it relentlessly. Your screams were muffled by his kisses as he drove into that bundle of nerves over and over.

Crowley wriggled inside you, part of him filling your cunt while part of him shifted to toy with your clit.

It only took about ten seconds (if that) for your screams to become silent wails of pleasure. Tears streamed freely, though Aziraphale was quick to brush them away. And only a few seconds after your voice failed you, you began shaking from the strain of the building pleasure, from your desperate need for a release that was torturously close.

A few more snaps of his hips, and suddenly the dam burst.

Your whole body twitched and tensed into an arc, cunt clenching around Aziraphale so tightly that he had to pause mid-thrust. You wished you could scream, but no sound came out as your orgasm blazed through you like wildfire.

You barely registered Crowley's retreat into some other recess of your body, or that Aziraphale shifted so that the two of you were sitting up with you perched in his lap and leaned against his shoulder.

You eased into him as your orgasm faded, limply plastered against him like an overcooked noodle. He stroked your damp hair as you came down, your breaths rough pants against his shoulder.

"That's it," he and Crowley cooed together.

"You did so beautifully, my dear," Aziraphale sighed happily.

And, just to you, Crowley all but purred, "If ever I thought something divine, it'd be the image of you naked and gleaming."

[twisted-fics-in-wonderland]

Nightmare Comfort Heartslabyul

Prompt: Y/N had a nightmare and asks comfort

Characters: Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Cater, Trey

✨🌸Fluff🌸✨

I wrote this on my Obey me Blog and people liked it so I'mma feed my fellow TWST Simps one dorm at a time ( •̀ ω •́ )✧

Y/N is going to be gender neutral to the best of my abilities. They/Them Pronouns, and I’m going to try and avoid gendered descriptors <3

TW/CW: Not describing what was in the nightmare but if that ambiguity bothers you and makes your mind spiral please don’t read and have a wonderful night, 

Heartslabyul(Here) | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia |

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Y/N jolted upright, holding their chest as it felt as if their heart would run away. They tried to calm their breathing and their thoughts, unable to shake the horrors their subconscious cruelly subjected them to. They took some deep breaths and manage to calm themself enough to look at the time. They squinted as the cheap phone Crowley gave them lights up and the numbers display on the screen. It was late.

They wondered if it may be too late to ask for comfort from someone. Of course they could just pet Grim but they didn't feel like dealing with the feline whining and complaining in that moment. So taking another deep breath, both to sooth their shaky hands and for some courage, they opened their contacts to make a phone call.

Riddle Rosehearts

Y/N hovered over the strict house warden's number for a while. They honestly weren't even sure how they managed to get Riddle to give them his number in the first place, but surely he'd have them delete it after this. That and give them the longest, most aggressive lecture of their life about getting proper rest. They took another deep breath, sucking it up and pushing their anxiety aside before they pressed the call button. They were taken aback at how quickly he picked up, but they won’t complain.

"Y/N, what are you-" he attempted to ask a question before being rudely interrupted by a familiar voice, "ACE SIT DOWN OR ITS OFF WITH YOUR HEAD," yeah they thought as much.

"Ace is keeping you up again?" they knew this happened fairly often but they still wanted to ask incase it was actually something different, or more of an emergency.

"Yes, however this isn't about me. Something unusual must be keeping you up. Grim is the only one you live with and to my knowledge he sleeps well," he pointed out with little hesitation.

They sighed softly, soothing themself by rubbing the corner of their thin blanket, that was nearly as decrepit as the building Crowely had them staying in, between their fingers. Now that they were actually expected to explain themself, the anxiety was kicking in. They were scared that he'd tell them it was childish to call him for such a thing.

"I had a night terror," they blurted out before they could think about it for any longer.

"I see. No wonder you're up.. did you mean to call someone else?" he sounded curious, almost sure he was correct in his assumption.

"No. I meant to call you, I'm sorry... you were the first person I thought to call," Y/N answered honestly.

"Me..? That's very bold of you," they could tell he was smiling by the sound of his voice, "well, since I'm already awake I suppose it wouldn't hurt to ask what you need from me,"

"Thank you. I don't want to be alone.. just staying on the phone with me would be enough."

"I see. I'd be glad to keep you company, though I'd prefer you come to Heartslabyul so I can deal with this and not seem neglectful of you,"

"Okay," they laughed a little, "I'll be there soon, don't kill him just yet okay?"

"No promises. I'll have Trey lead you inside, since Ace has him up as well."

Trey Clover

Y/N sighed softly before dialing Trey's number. They didn't want him to lose any sleep because of them but they were sure he wouldn't mind. It's not like this was an every night thing for them to call the baker so late. Y/N waited impatiently for him to answer, swaying back and forth.

"Hello..?" Trey's raspy, sleep filled voice was heard from the other side of the line, "Y/N are you okay?" his voice was soft and concerned.

They sniffled, the tenderness in his voice making them feel so much safer already. The tears began falling and they tried to choke out a response, breathing out shakily in frustration. There was panicked shuffling on Trey's end.

"Hey, breathe!" his tone was concerned and a bit panicked, "Y/N take a few deep breaths and THEN try to explain."

They did as he said, wiping their tears before glancing at their feline companion to make sure they hadn't woken him up, "sorry.. I just had a really bad nightmare."

"Ah... Okay," he relaxed a bit, "I'm glad you trust me enough to call me, Y/N,"

They smiled a little, sniffling a bit more and staying quiet for a few moments, "Trey..?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want to be alone right now.."

"I know, and I'm here. I won't leave you," the sound of a door closing then the crunching of leaves was heard through the phone.

"Are you outside?" they gasped

"I am now. I'm coming to Ramshackle," he sounded a little smug about this fact.

"What if Riddle catches you??" they giggled, already feeling better.

"He'll manage," Trey chuckled, "hey... It's really cold, can you wait at the front door for me?"

"Yeah of course," they got up excitedly, almost forgetting to bring their phone along and most definitely forgetting Grim was sleeping so soundly.

He was barely fazed, grumbling something before curling back up, falling asleep quick enough to rival Leona. They smiled a little and walked down to the front door.

"I'm at the dorm mirrors, I'll be there momentarily. Are you okay if I hang up for a few minutes?" he asked patiently.

"Yeah. I'll see you when you get here."

"Alright good," he hung up and just as promised he was there only minutes later. He held a small bag full of little baked goods, "I brought some extra sweets for you, hopefully they'll make you feel better,"

"Trey, I'm just happy you're here," Y/N hugged him tightly before taking the baked goods, "but I'll take these too." they giggled.

Cater Diamond

Y/N called Cater without hesitation, knowing that the ginger would in fact still be up much to Riddle's dismay. They bit their lip gently as the phone rings. It felt like an eternity until he picked up, even though the phone only rang once or twice.

"Heeeyyy," Cater starts cheerful as ever, "what's up? Glad you called I was getting pretty bored," he laughed a bit, his voice sounding tired.

"Ah.. I don't think the reason why I called is very entertaining but can you lend me your ear anyway?"

"Of course, besides I don't get bored when talking to you," they obviously couldn't see his face but they could just tell he was winking.

"You're such a dork," they laughed a little before getting serious once again, "I actually called because I had a nightmare.. sorry, I know it sounds really dumb and childish but I just didn't want to be alone."

He grew quiet for moment, making Y/N a little nervous but he spoke up after a while, "it's fine, I wasn't doing anything anyway. How about we switch over to facetime?"

"Alright," they smiled, hanging up and immediately video calling back.

Cater set his phone up so they could see him. He was sitting in his bed, pajamas on, with yet another phone in his hands.

"Do you just have an endless supply of phones or something?" Y/N giggled a little.

"Wouldn't you like to know," he shoots back with a playful grin, "now let me tell you about the most recent gossip! You're gonna love this!"

Cater begins talking about all the recent drama he can think of, most of it just being small funny incidents to make Y/N smile. He droned on about petty celebrity squabbles, and even drama on campus, including but not limited to a few feuds between RSA and NRC students. It was always on going but it didn't matter juicy gossip is juicy gossip. He continued until he heard their faint snoring. Looking over at their sleeping form, Cater couldn’t help but smile at a job well done and laid down himself. He decided to stay on the call with them, just in case the nightmare came back again.

Ace Trappola

Y/N hesitated to call Ace, as even though he'd known them from the beginning but he had a tendency to be cruel. They didn't feel like being made fun of tonight, however they were going to take that chance anyway. They called Ace, listening and rocking back and forth awkwardly. It shockingly didn't take long for him to pick up.

"'Sup, Y/N? It's a little late to be calling you know," he huffed, as if he wasn't already sneaking around his dorm, which in all honesty he probably was.

"Yeah, sorry, I just needed someone to talk to," they sighed softly.

"yeah? Why's that?" he asked lazily, not necessarily interested or disinterested in what Y/N had to say.

"I had a really bad nightmare, I know it sounds dumb-" the red head cut them off before they could apologize again.

"Damn that really sucks! Hate when that happens, but did you have to call right now?" he whined, making them deadpan, already mildly done with his behavior.

"And you're doing something this late that I'm interrupting?" they shot back with a snarky tone.

"Pshhh yeah obviously, I gotta sneak out of the kitchen or the House Warden is gonna have my head-"

"Again."

"Exactly... Hey!"

"You know if you really cared you wouldn't be sneaking around in the first place," they smirked a little, a devious plan forming,

there was silence for a little too long before Ace spoke up again, "You're being WAY too quiet, what are you thinking?"

Y/N lets out a quiet but mischievous chuckle, "I'm going to tell Riddle you were sneaking around again."

"What no!" he sounded a panicked. Good this was exactly how Y/N wanted him.

"Then you're gonna stay on the phone with me for a while."

"Really? You'd stoop to blackmail???"

"Yup"

"You're evil," with the way his voice sounded, they could tell he was pouting about this. Soon his voice was heard again, this time equally as devious as Y/N, "how about I do you one better, I'll sneak off to your dorm?"

They were taken aback by the suggestion but didn’t hate the idea, "why not? You won't have to deal with Riddle until the morning then," they giggled.

"Hell yeah! I'll be over soon," he hangs up and began his short journey to Ramshackle.

Deuce Spade

Y/N called Deuce with some bit of hesitation, not because they were worried he'd be mean, but because they didn't want him staying up too late. He was trying to be a model student and who were they to ruin it, whether it was to their own detriment or not. They argued back and forth with themself for a while before determining that Deuce really wouldn't mind if it was to help his friend.

Deuce was very loyal to those he cared about. Y/N called him and fiddles with their cover anxiously.

"Hello?" Deuce's voice, raspy and dripping with sleep, was heard after a few rings.

"Hey, Deuce. Sorry for waking you up..." they apologized awkwardly.

"You're fine.. is something wrong? It's really late and you don't normally call me so late," he pointed out, growing more and more concerned.

"I had a nightmare.. It was really bad and I just didn't want to be alone," they explained sheepishly, more embarrassed now that they said it out loud.

"Oh crap! Those suck, once I had one where.." He paused for a moment debating on saying his thought, "Actually never mind. Do you need me to come over to Ramshackle?"

"No. I don't want you to get in trouble with Riddle, just.. stay on the phone with me for a while?"

"Yeah I can do that," he was determined to help.

"Thanks, Deuce. It really means a lot."

[dearestones]

Stoking the Flame (Jade Leech and Reader)

Warnings: Takes place after Book 4 but before Book 5. Angst, reader has a breakdown.

Summary: Jade wants to dissect the Prefect, even if that means pushing a little too hard at their weak spots. 

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Deep in the ocean, when one’s intentions were always masked by hunger and the inherent motto of survival over all else was regarded as law, Jade Leech found himself fascinated by the customs and mannerisms of land dwellers. Most of those who roamed the world on land, he found, were far more open with their emotions and were more likely to take direct action. As a moray eel, Jade was rather reluctant to engage in outright violence… well, without proper incentive or planning, of course. It seemed that after watching the various groups of humans and beastfolk that frequented the halls of Night Raven College, it was rather customary to face problems head on and without the proper finesse or sly wit that Jade often employed while underwater. 

It was interesting to see how well his brother fit in after years of watching him become one of the stronger merfolk in the murky depths of the Coral Sea.

That is to say, Jade was rather pleased to note that his brother was incensed and invested enough to work towards bettering himself… while still employing the same sort of tactics under the sea to achieve results. If that meant annoying his fellow peers and challenging some of the upperclassmen, then Jade was more than content to stand on the sidelines and observe. After all, while enactive, hands-on experience was more of Floyd’s forte, Jade felt that he was more attuned towards vicarious learning.

As Jade continued to habitually observe his peers for both business and pleasure, he became intrigued with you. As the magicless human who had unwittingly become a prefect—a role that was basically on par with Housewarden—Jade couldn’t help but settle his eyes on you. Despite whatever claims Azul may have made in passing—that you were too kindhearted and too dimwitted to even think about abandoning your friends once the exam season was over—Jade found that you were… Well, you weren’t actively hiding your intentions like Azul or veiling it underneath a mask like most of the fae folk and some of the more jaded and cynical of his peers, but there were times when he saw something slip.

A crack in the porcelain that you were quick to remedy.

At first, Jade had chalked it up to nerves and the need to appear much stronger than what you already were. That wasn’t uncommon, especially for the small fry congregating around the school. As much as Night Raven College students liked to hold onto their pride, once you glimpsed at how weak and how alike they were, it was hard to get rid of the trend that Jade had become more than aware moments after stepping onto land and later, after entering the school. 

Basically, most Night Raven College students were inconsequential. They either entered the institution due to high grades and magical potential (thus rendering them susceptible to flattery, praise, and promises to move up in the world) or because of their status in the world (which was potential fodder for them to stick to the status quo). 

When it came to you, Jade saw that your tether tying you to Night Raven College was tenuous at best and was because of two things: 

1) Grim’s scholastic abilities and

2) Headmage Dire Crowley’s narcissistic magnanimity.

Now, Jade wasn’t emotionless and unfeeling—yes, he’s heard the rumors, but really, how true could they be?—but he certainly wasn’t moved to tears by the whole affair. There were other students who he could name off the top of his head who were in the same position as the Ramshackle Prefect. Perhaps not the same circumstances, but there were definitely students who could not afford daily school lunches or well-fitted uniforms. The Prefect was far from special in that regard. 

With students like the Prefect, desperation was their main motivating factor; it colored their every action and could not be disguised no matter how hard they may try. While Jade may not care much for the plights of others, this information was essential for Azul and the machinations for the good of Octavinelle. In other words, the Prefect was nothing more than a pawn. 

But then the debacle with the anemones and Azul’s Overblot happened. 

He began to see that you were more than just a Prefect with no power; you were a person who could just be as crafty and as determined as Azul. You cheated, yes, but Jade was not a hypocrite. He and his brother had knowingly sabotaged your attempts to attain that one school photo, a ploy that paled in comparison to the way you had not only enlisted Leona's untimely help, but also made sure that Azul could no longer claim any of his old contracts. 

You were a crafty one.

And that warranted further observation.

What did he know about you? 

You were someone who had no connections, no family to speak of. You were basically alone aside from the Headmage and what few friends you had. Money, food, and other necessities were what you needed the most. All anyone had to do, if they had the brains to do so, was simply cut off your connections to one or all of the above. Once one of your life lines were cut, Jade wanted to know what you were like when you were truly desperate. 

Merfolk down on their luck, deep in the bowels of the murky waters of the ocean, would do anything to survive. Beg, borrow, barter, steal… Stooping lower and lower until you were bankrupt of your morals was basically a way of life. Only very few, like his family and Azul’s could come out of the Coral Sea relatively sane and unscathed. 

(And even that was questionable).

Polite he may seem, but he thought that most land dwellers were soft and if given the chance, they would not survive for very long in the sea. Despite that, though, there were times where he could almost understand why the princess of the sea decided to go on land to live out the rest of her days. Despite all of the land’s flaws and strangeness, there was a certain amount of comfort that came with it. For one, he would never have to worry about most land dwellers from trying to best him—most of the beastfolk at Night Raven College weren’t too keen on seafood that bit back and humans usually didn’t have the strength that compared to his. The fae were another matter entirely, but he did not interact with them much anyway. 

When it came to you, however, he found that he could not stay away from you. Observation was all well and good, but that mask that you wore was impending his investigation. You were pathetic and not worthy of the institution’s good name, but you were determined to stay. Even some of your common tormentors that deigned you with paltry bullying and insults were somewhat amazed by the fact that you clung to the institution like minnows tailing stronger fish or barnacles clinging to the underbelly of ships. 

You were holding on so tightly, even if you were anything but held together on the inside. 

Jade was sure of it.

Humans were surprisingly resilient when the time called for it, but you were magicless. What would it take to finally shatter the porcelain that you were adamant on wearing? It seemed to serve you no purpose other than to hinder you when you needed yourself to be at your best. 

A few days before school was going to resume after the winter holidays, Jade was traipsing around the school, keen on getting a little bit exercise while Azul and his brother were brainstorming a few ideas for the upcoming spring menu. While Jade was more than happy to help, Azul and his brother politely declined. It was laughable to think that they were letting him down gently when in reality, Jade was feeling rather slothful that day and didn’t want to help in the first place. 

It did hurt a little that they didn’t want to hear about his ideas for a new mushroom themed appetizer. 

Whatever the case, they were willing to let him experiment with new drinks. 

As Jade walked down the open corridors that allowed students to stare out into the scenery unimpeded, he heard the distinct, but faint sound of footsteps just about a dozen or so feet away from where he stood. After all of the events that occurred in the wake of Jamil’s Overblot, most would have assumed that it was one of the dorm residents of Scarabia taking some time off from the dry climate. Although the training and studying regimen was heavily reduced now that Kamil and Jamil were no longer at odds, that didn’t mean that the residents were keen on staying too long in their dorm. 

A day after Scarabia had cleaned up and set things to rights, there was a mass exodus of students, but like most dorms, there were stragglers who did not want to go home. 

Such reasoning wouldn’t be out of place and Jade would have gone out of his way to go in the opposite direction of the footsteps, but Jade knew those footsteps. 

They were yours.

Every magician at Night Raven College had Unique Magic, even if they hadn’t fully developed it. 

Likewise, everyone had a distinct way of walking. Although he wasn’t finely attuned to the art of listening and stalking prey like certain characters—Rook Hunt came to mind—Jade had observed you often enough to know what you sounded like. Back when Azul could make as many contracts as he wanted without the current restrictions he had now, Jade and his brother had thought that you sounded meek. Your footsteps were quiet and measured when calm, but when you were agitated, you were quick and light on your feet, only seconds away from a quick run. You made for quite an amusing show when he and his brother tried to stop you and your friends from entering the Atlantica Museum. The way you flailed around… Ah, entertainment at its finest. 

Jamil’s Overblot must have shaken you because even when you thought that you were in the safety of the school halls, your footsteps were skittish. Every so often, you would mutter to yourself, clench your fists, or mindlessly scroll through your new phone before pocketing it in a huff. 

Agitation never looked so good on you until now. 

However, the mask that you always wore in the presence of others was still in place. It was slipping and cracking, but the true you that Jade wanted to see needed only a little push. 

A little flavoring of chaos to disrupt your slipping sense of order. 

This was going to be good for the both of you, he reasoned. 

Humans need to release stress, right? Well, he would be more than happy to oblige you. 

And for himself? He would satisfy his curiosity and perhaps be done with you.

Just. 

One.

Push.

“The weather is quite chilly today, is it not, Prefect?” The jump that he elicited from the young magicless human was enough to get his heart racing and his grin becoming more predatory. For one reason or another, seeing them react so honestly made him yearn for more. Most students would have tried not to look so surprised, but the Prefect? They were too forthright, too weak to even think about masking such a human reaction. “Why are you walking around with a few layers?” 

It was true. While Jade meandered with a designer coat that his brother had insisted on getting him to help him blend him more with the general human populace (merfolk were generally more accustomed to colder temperatures, yet he continued to insist), the Prefect from Ramshackle wore only a threadbare sweater emblazoned with the school’s logo with a long sleeved shirt underneath. Jade tried to recall what the optimal temperatures were for land dwellers, but decided not to follow that train of thought. 

The human knew their limits, that much was evident in the case of Overblots; they knew to stay away from danger and rely on those more experienced in magic and combat. The cold probably wasn’t what was on their mind anyway. 

“Jade!” The little human hugged their sides, as if trying to ward off the chill that they had previously been impervious to. They huffed a little and puffed their cheeks. It was a shame: Floyd would have called them a pufferfish instead of a shrimp. “You can’t sneak up on people like that!”

Jade shrugged, but still mustered the appropriate look of remorse. It was a mockery of the real thing, but he hoped that the hand that he placed on his chest conveyed how much effort he was willing to give the human. 

“My sincerest apologies—” The human made a noise similar to that of a scoff, but he paid it no mind. “—I was not aware that there was another person wandering the halls until I came across you just now. I was merely concerned over your well being.”

The little human looked up at him then, the look of disbelief bordering on distrust was made more than obvious on their features. For all that he and his brother had done to them in the weeks prior, it seemed as if the little Prefect wasn’t as wary of them as others. Pity, he liked it better when prey was prone to running away. 

“Right.” The Prefect stretched out the word, sarcasm heavy. “Okay, I think. Thanks for the concern, but I’m just taking a walk.” They waved their hand around, gesturing to the general area as if doing that would be enough an explanation as to why they were alone and risking hypothermia. 

A thought came upon Jade like lightning encountering the topmost spire of a tree before the force of which set it ablaze. 

“Mind if I join you?”

The Prefect looked up, startled, before noisily breathing in through their nose. It was not an attractive noise, but Jade was transfixed. If Jade so wished, he could easily squeeze them like his brother likes to do. To see the Prefect honestly contemplate refusing him was laughable but oh so interesting. 

Not only was the mask on the verge of giving way, but it also appeared to be hiding a backbone. 

Whether the backbone was brittle and frail required further investigation. 

The Prefect gave the eel merfolk a look that he supposed must have meant that they were trying to gauge just how earnest Jade was. In response, he allowed his smile to remain polite, but carved neatly into his face. Present, but easily dismissed as a common courtesy instead of Jade’s adherence to the silent rules of etiquette.

One day, Jade promised, he would smile so wide and so close to the little human. 

He wondered if he would find fear in their eyes. 

“You’re not planning on doing anything weird, are you?”

Jade, again, placed a hand over his chest before gently bowing at a slight angle. “My word! Such distrust! However, if it makes you rest any easier, I have also felt the need to stretch my legs for some time now. The weather is lovely, isn’t it?”

To him, it felt like home. 

But he watched, greedy and unrepentant, as the human shivered at his probing gaze before turning away. 

“I was planning on exploring the library anyway. Let’s go.”

Much to Jade’s surprise, the Ramshackle Prefect didn’t look too discomforted by his presence nipping at their heels. There were the customary side glances and the quickening of their heels when they found that Jade’s legs could easily usurp their tinier strides, but they treated this excursion as if it were a chore. 

Had he been far too kind to them?

Or had they endured so much over the past few months that they had no choice but to accept the fact that they had an eel merfolk insistent on shadowing their movement?

How peculiar. 

Once they were in the college proper instead of in the breezy corridors, the Prefect seemed to melt a little with the increase in temperature. For Jade, it was hardly noticeable considering that he paid little heed to the weather and his coat provided ample protection. However, he could see that the little human seemed all the more relaxed and even slowed down by a hair to revel in the heat. 

After entering the library, Jade took off his heavy coat and draped it over one of the chairs while the Prefect made their way to one of the bookshelves. After a moment of contemplation, Jade decided to follow suit. 

In the months leading up to exam season, Jade and a few of the other second years and possibly the third years noticed that the magicless human often referred to sections based on magical artifacts, spells and incantations based on travel, and the history of the school. They weren’t topics that weren’t unheard of, but the research that only third years and higher should be looking into irked some of the students. The human had no magic, so why even bother? 

When books continued to be checked out in the Prefect’s name persisted, Jade had tried looking into the matter, but received very little knowledge concerning the Prefect other than the fact that their curiosity on these specific topics never wavered. There were times when they looked into texts regarding the contents within the realm of first year curricula, but that was only in passing. 

For all intents and purposes, the Ramshackle Prefect didn’t care about school so long as their grades were average. 

Today, perhaps, he would finally get to the bottom of the mystery regarding this specific human. 

The book that the Prefect was handling was clearly old with weathered yellowing pages and a cover that had been wrapped in plastic time and time again to prevent further decay. The text in question Jade recognized as a title that the Prefect has checked out at least five times before. Out of curiosity, Jade had fingered the pages, hoping to find scrawled notes in the margins or perhaps a paper or two littering the contents, but there was nothing to suggest that the Prefect had taken it out aside from the check out slip that was in the front pocket of the book. 

If the Prefect had taken notes, it was probably in a notebook and far away from Jade’s questioning gaze. 

“If you’re going to ask a question, then just go for it.” The Prefect’s eyes flickered to meet Jade’s gaze before scanning the fading text in their hands. “I promise I won’t bite.”

The Prefect laughed a little at that and Jade almost felt like doing the same. 

“I can’t promise the same, Prefect.” Jade allowed his gloved fingers to trace the volumes on the shelves, his eyes looking at all the titles, mentally cataloguing all the books that were already checked out (as evidenced by the empty spaces between books) and cross referenced them with the books that the Prefect had shown interest in the past. As expected, some of the books matched. 

The Prefect had already checked out some of the books prior to the winter holidays. 

What information were they missing?

And, more importantly, could he help them? 

(For a special price, of course).

“I have to wonder, though, what is your fascination with magical artifacts and the art of traveling through gates? Not even the majority of third year students have touched some of this material in preparation for their internships.” 

Watching humans was always a fascinating experience, but seeing the Prefect cycle through so many different emotions within milliseconds was a particularly tasty treat. Catching Azul off guard usually happened once in a blue moon and Jade was more than aware of how his brother’s moods shifted with the wind. To see confusion, wariness, a little bit of sadness, and then apathy settle over their face was a combination that Jade hadn’t expected to see. As always, he knew what to expect from them, but the end result was somewhat subverted. 

Why the sadness and sudden masking with apathy?

The Prefect shrugged. “I just like reading up on different subjects. Don’t you have your own interests?”

Jade thought for a moment, deemed his future words as necessary to impart, and said, “I do. I have been thinking of going into magical pharmaceuticals, but I’ve also thought about going into botany.” The awe and shock would have been enough of a reaction for Jade on any other day, but today was a special sort of day. There weren’t any other students or faculty around and even if the young Prefect wanted to run away, well… Jade wouldn’t let them get that far. “Perhaps I can help you in your educational pursuits? I think there’s an internship program that best aligns with your interests.”

Jade couldn’t name one off the top of his head, but the Prefect didn’t need to know that. 

The Prefect shrugged their shoulders before gently shoving their chosen textbook back into the shelf. The action was so practiced, they barely disturbed the rest of the books in the process. “Don’t worry, I’ve already made plans with the Headmage.”

This time, the emotions on Jade’s face were far from veiled or distorted: he truly felt shocked at that abrupt admonition. He knew that the Prefect was stuck in a special situation, but he assumed that the Headmage wouldn’t extend that much of a helping hand. After all, there were other students who were just as deserving of special aid who had come before the Prefect, so what made them so special? 

“The Headmage?”

For whatever reason, whenever humans were embarrassed, they would often hide away their faces or fidget. If someone were to show such weakness freely in the Coral Sea, they would have been easily eaten alive. On the Prefect, Jade felt like he was staring down a prospective meal.

If the Prefect sensed that Jade found a little too much entertainment from their discomfort, they didn’t outwardly show it. However, Jade could practically hear their heart thumping in their chest, their breath hitching just so. Like prey moments away from running from the big bad predator. 

“Yes, I’ve been tasked by the Headmage to do some… extracurricular research, I guess? Although, at this point, I don’t think it matters all that much.”

Their fingers ghosted over the text’s spines and this time, Jade paid attention to the skin surrounding the nails and the texture of their fingertips. The skin was dry, almost too dry, and the nails were abhorrently cut. It was almost as if the Prefect had been either in a hurry when trimming their nails or had opted for cutting close to the quick with disregard for their health. Furthermore, the Prefect’s fingers trembled, whether from strain or if they were still cold, he didn’t know. 

“The Headmage gives you specialized homework for you?”

The smile on the Prefect’s face was more of a grimace, but it was overshadowed by something that looked a lot like regret and sadness. “Well, I’m working towards something, but I don’t think this school has the answers I need.”

“If this is all in preparation for the fourth year, I think that you’re well in hand, especially since you have the Headmage’s endorsement.” Azul was going to have a field day with this information. Maybe they wouldn’t know what to do with the Prefect’s seemingly elevated status as the Headmage’s ward, but it was good information to have in the long run. 

The instant Jade talked about their upcoming fourth year, the Prefect looked like they had been roped up into one of Azul’s schemes, had been unwittingly played for a fool, and had just found out. Anger. Grief. Desperation. Jade wouldn’t have wanted to feel those things, but in his line of work, he was all too aware of the effects of such emotions. Unbeknownst to his weaker companion, his muscles tensed and his eyes narrowed. If the Prefect decided that now was the time to pull something even when they could arguably say that they were somewhat more than acquaintances at this point, Jade was more than ready.

Although he wasn’t as inclined to violence like his brother, Jade knew his way around a fight. 

He was expecting a slap.

Maybe even a punch.

The Prefect spent a lot of time around that Heartslabyul pair and if his research was anything to go by, one of them was a delinquent back in middle school. It would make sense as friends that the former delinquent would have taught the magicless human to defend themself, how else would they have survived a school filled with hormonal teenagers on the brink of emotional stability with an abundance of firepower practically at their fingertips? Jade could hardly imagine it. 

What Jade didn’t expect to have the Prefect heave a large breath before leaving the bookshelf entirely. 

As they brushed past him, Jade saw a storm raging in their eyes, how their chest heaved and hitched with every breath they took. Their footsteps, which usually would have been light as a feather and as fast as a trembling mouse, had become rough and plodding, as if there was an insurmountable anger that the Prefect didn’t bother to hide. What was even more surprising was that they didn’t hesitate. 

They didn’t look back to apologize for pushing past him so rudely or look back to make sure that he wasn’t planning their demise.

No.

They simply walked forward, their every footstep measured.

Floyd would have said that it reminded him of a drumbeat, slow and steady, but so so so boring. 

But Jade? Jade saw this as an opportunity and as an intrepid explorer and avid hiker of mountains, he knew that he had to capitalize on this moment. 

This was it. This was what he was wanting after all this time. If he let this moment pass, who knew when he was going to get these perfect conditions again? 

Eels were slippery and predatory by nature. It was pure instinct that had Jade quickly, but silently tailing the Prefect. His shoes tapping on the hard floor did little to disguise his advance, but it seemed that the Prefect was too caught up in their emotions to hear him. 

Or maybe the Prefect didn’t care anymore.

“Prefect,” he called out when he saw that they were still making a beeline towards the door. “If you’re worried about the rumors of nepotism, rest assured that Kalim is a far more egregious example of—”

“Stop.” 

Jade didn’t take orders from anybody, much less a plea as desperate as this, but seeing tears shine in their eyes and the sheer wealth of anger, frustration, and pure undulated grief was enough to stop him in his tracks. 

It wasn’t even a gradual stop either. 

His feet were rapidly moving until he was half a dozen feet away from the Prefect before he no longer had control over his limbs. If he hadn’t practiced so much in the first year of gaining legs, he would have had the embarrassment of falling. 

(He did try to disguise his sudden wobble by holding onto the back of the chair that coincidentally housed his coat, which he then draped over one of his arms). 

“I don’t know what your game is, but if you’re here for Azul—” They held up a hand to stop Jade from denying that even if technically it was somewhat true. “—or if you’re here just to mess with me, I don’t appreciate it, okay? All I wanted was to do some damn research by myself before I had to go out and mind the fire fairies, but then you have to intrude into my personal space! Sure, I agreed and all that, but by god almighty or whatever deities you worship, like… I don’t know? The Seven? Sure, by the Sevens you don’t know when to quit don’t you? I’m busy, I’m tired, and I don’t get paid enough to deal with your shenanigans when all I want to do is go back home!”

Jade pursed his lips, the polite customer service smile lapsing back into a placid frown. “Home…” Was that the trigger for the Prefect? Going home? Was home a terrible place? Or could they not go home? It seemed it all tied back to the Headmage so… He faced the little Prefect without anything shielding his intentions, only something akin to apathetic intrigue in his eyes. “And why can’t you go back home?”

To be clear, Floyd was the one who was better at the whole human emotions thing. Jade could easily catalogue and manipulate emotions within a moment’s notice, but it was Floyd who had the uncanny ability to pinpoint when and where these emotions were coming from. Maybe Floyd couldn’t do anything about it at the moment, but where it truly counted, his twin brother could say that he understood. 

Jade wished that Floyd was here now.

Abrasive he may be, at least Floyd usually said something or other that would have at least soothed the air that stifled him now as he watched the Prefect unceremoniously crumple to the floor with hitched breath that became keening sobs. What had Azul called them when they had first crashed into the dorm before the chaos with Scarabia? A dirty dishrag? The Prefect certainly would end up feeling like one with the amount of tears that they were expelling from their eyes. 

Was it healthy for humans to tear up this much? Merfolk had to be hydrated constantly for fear of drying out, so perhaps it could be the same for humans?

As the Prefect continued to weep while hugging themself, Jade quietly brought up a chair beside them and sat down. Once in a while, Jade could barely make out a semblance of apologies interspersed with curses on Night Raven College and complaints about how lax the Headmage was. It would have been funny to say that Headmage was doing the best he could—he certainly had left many of the students on scholarships to flounder like weak fry when their grades began to slip—but Jade supposed that it wouldn’t have been beneficial in the long run.

Objectively, Jade’s personal mission was completed. He pushed and prodded. He found out the Prefect’s trigger that would inevitably aid Azul and himself one way or another. And, most importantly, he alone bore witness to the Prefect’s breakdown. His job was done and most humans he met wouldn’t take it too kindly if all he did was watch and do nothing. Prideful little things, they were. Then again, he could say the same for the other races and if nothing else, he need not look elsewhere than to remember his memories of crybaby Azul after a day of harsh bullying from the rest of their age group. 

To leave or not to leave.

Jade chose to stay.

In his experience with Azul, crying spells did not last long. Even if the Prefect did trust him, Jade did not think that they would still allow themself to bear their vulnerability so openly. After all, when one wears a mask for so long, most would be much more accustomed to wearing it, cracks and all. 

So, Jade waited.

He waited with the patience that Floyd would not have afforded anyone else. Instead of humming loudly to himself, wondering when the Prefect would stop crying, or fidgeting with obvious discomfort, Jade simply pet the lining of his coat and wondered why the Prefect hadn’t bothered to bring one at all. 

Jade thought for a moment, made a connection, and then amended a previous thought.

A correction: He had one last mission before he could finally retire home. 

When the Prefect finally stopped crying and had withdrawn a spare tissue from their pocket, Jade finally rose from his chair and crouched near them. Apathetically, the Prefect looked up at him, their eyes no longer as glassy as they were when crying, but rimmed with splotches of red. 

Once upon a time, Azul had looked at him the same way after a hard day. 

“You never did answer my question,” Jade mused. “Why are you wearing so few layers today?”

The Prefect noisily sniffled before blowing decisively into their tissue. “Does it matter?”

“Perhaps not. But it will matter once you’re done with your research.” Jade tapped one of the buttons on his coat, contemplating one last time, before draping the expensive fabric over the Prefect’s trembling shoulders. “You may return it once the climate becomes more bearable.”

“But—!”

Jade tsked, his teasing demeanor once more settling back in place. A mask that was on par, if a little better, than the Prefect’s own facade. “Don’t you remember, merfolk can handle colder temperatures with far more grace than humans. Even if I find the cold terrible, I have plenty of other ensembles to choose from. Good day.”

Jade hurried away, his shoes clicking on the floor. 

Outside, he felt winter’s caress nipping at his nose and on the rounded skin of his ears. For the first time since reaching the surface, Jade felt cold. 

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