#good thing Gabriel is always willing

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Boots on throats, as promised.

[ineffectualdemon]

The more I sit with Good Omens, and I have to watch it again from the beginning of series one, the more the ending makes sense

Yes I believe that Aziraphale is being manipulated and being deliberately separated from Crowley because they are too powerful together

Yes I think what he said and how he said it was cruel

BUT

Of course Aziraphale is going to take this chance

Aziraphale is always going to do what he thinks is right even if he has to do it alone

1. He gives away his sword in the garden before he even meets Crowley again

2. He was fully ready and willing to save Job's children himself and then walk straight into hell with his head held high

3. When the original plan to stop the apocalypse went tits up and Crowley said "let's run away together" he said no. Not because he was just going to go along with the war but because he was going to keep trying

This is what he does

That's what made Crowley fall for him in the first place!

Aziraphale stays and he tries to do what he personally believes is right and if he fails he's willing to accept the consequences no matter how dire

And I think even if he had known what Gabriel said at "his" execution he still would have helped him

Because that's the right thing to do

And I hate how he went about it and I hate how he hurt Crowley

But of course he made the choices he did

If he made any other choice he wouldn't be the Angel Crowley fell in love with

God fucking damnit

[dalliancekay]

AFTER

After Crowley slowly drives off, looking heartbroken and lost deep in thought.

After Aziraphale walks into the lift, contemplative and sombre.

I don't think Crowley goes off on a binge drinking session or a hundred. I don't think he goes looking for someone new. I don't think he sleeps until whatever happens next, happens.

I don't think Metatron will succeed in keeping Aziraphale under his thumb as he envisioned. Unless he does something drastic and awful to him (locks him away, erases his memory that kind of thing), Aziraphale will find a way around rules. As he's always done.

And Crowley back on Earth is thinking about what he's learned in Heaven, that he had no time to tell his beloved. He will think about the way Gabriel, who he still hates with his whole being, said no to another Armageddon and was going to be punished for it. He will think about how Aziraphale was willing to try everything to save the world the first time, up to killing a child in the end. And the danger he's in now. Because he will try the same thing again for sure.

Aziraphale wasn't in Heaven for 6000 years, but it didn't change much in the meantime. He still can't stand it, but he also knows it holds prisoners; millions of lonely, overworked angels who never had the chance to learn how to question anything.

Crowley will do things. He's good at doing things after the first shock of a crisis. Just jumping in and trying something. He might go speak to the only other nice angel he knows. He might have questions. He hasn't been in Heaven in a long time. Where is God he asks. When was the last time anyone seen Her. Did anyone get any messages directly from Her since Jesus died on Earth? Aziraphale will find ways to speak to angels no one spoke to for hundreds, maybe thousands of years. He will be kind, gentle and curious and he will answer questions about Earth with a farewell look in his eyes and the angels will beg him to show it to them sometime and the Supreme Archangel will promise to try. Crowley will think back to the tentative talks they had in the last few years about what is most likely to happen. To them. To the Earth. To Heaven. To Hell. When.

Aziraphale will touch his lips and miss his home intensely, vowing to himself to find a way to save it. Again and again. To save his beloved, even if he'd never take him back (but he has hope) to save what matters. And what matters is to be free. To have a choice.

Crowley will think about Aziraphale, hugging the soft grey cardigan to himself, hoping his angel will find a way to break from Heaven. To snap the chains that hold them in the unforgiving system they exist in. And he knows Aziraphale will. Because he has faith. He is mad, but not at his angel. His angel is the only one he can trust. He will wait.

Aziraphale, Guardian of the Eastern Gate and Crowley, The Serpent of Eden, who lead humanity to question rules and choose the option to know; understand that nothing is perfect. It never was and never can be. And they want to keep it that way.

After pt. 2

[lets-try-some-writing]

You know the book/movie The Martian? What if that happened in the Earth and Unicron Au? A NASA mission gone wrong gets an astronaut stranded on Mars' surface with no way home or even to communicate with Earth, at least those with NASA, not Earth herself. Would Mars want to help or hinder this poor lost soul that just wanted to go home? I'm pretty sure Earth wouldn't appreciate that one of her children died on Mars and he could have prevented it. Though if I'm being honest, with how Mars' citizens died, I doubt he would try to get the little fleshy killed.

A quick little fic was required for this ask.

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Being the first astronaut to be sent to Mars should have been an honor, an accomplishment just as great as the Moon landing. But Gabriel always knew deep down that something was bound to go wrong. Something  always went wrong. The Russians sent dogs into space first for a reason. NASA however didn’t seem to care as much for human life now that they supposedly had space travel down. They wanted someone on Mars before China could get a man up there, and they were willing to go to any lengths to do so.

Gabriel wasn’t the first pick for the Mars mission. There had been two others chosen before him, but Abigail Knight had dropped out of the running for unknown reasons. Her runner up, Horace Gail, had been removed from the mission after he was discovered drugged to high heavens in his apartment a few weeks before he was meant to get on the rocket. That left Gabriel, the only other astronaut who actually knew the controls and went through the year-long preparation program to get used to living on Mars via simulation. 

He wasn’t exactly thrilled to be given the mission. Sure, he always wanted to travel to other worlds, but going with a crew that hadn’t run the simulation just felt risky. Personally, he would have preferred to dog out of the mission entirely and let the honor of first landing go to another astronaut if it meant he’d have a fully trained crew with him.

But again, NASA really wanted their man on Mars. So despite the risks, Gabriel found himself suited up, strapped into the rocket, and thrown into space. It was surreal. And quite frankly, the trip went far faster than he expected. Supposedly the science guys on the ground had made some sort of breakthrough that allowed for short range ‘skips’ as they called them. The shuttle would have momentary bursts of speed that allowed it to skip over huge portions of space without burning excess fuel. There was a lot of science involved, and Gabriel liked to think he knew his tech, but looking at the engines, he didn’t know what the hell was going on.

Strange blue liquid powered the whole thing. He was told not to touch it, and he obeyed without question. None of the crew knew what it was, or what all the strange ‘skips’ were about. But of course, NASA’s mission came first. So Gabriel wasn’t given time to question. The moment they were within range of Mars, a message was sent back and Gabriel was loaded up with an American flag and the express mission of getting to the surface in one piece and plopping it down. The looks he got from the crew indicated they really didn’t care if he made it back or not.

Very comforting indeed. This was why he would have preferred a team who’d run the simulation.

“Ready Gabriel?” The woman in the control room spoke through Gabriel’s in-built communicator as he stood before the hatch leading to the void outside. He sighed before replying.

“Ready. Let’s get this show on the road.” The woman laughed over the link. Gabriel never bothered to learn her name. It would have been nice to know now that he thought about it.

No time for regrets. His grand mark on humanity’s history was before him.

“Good luck! Doors opening in 3, 2, 1-” The woman’s voice was cut off as the hatch opened. Gabriel expected the rapid pull into space as the hatch decompressed, but it was still startling to be dragged toward the surface of Mars by the drone NASA assigned. Once upon a time, Astronauts got to the surface in pods. But in an attempt to save resources or something along those lines, now drones were the way forward.

Gabriel patiently endured his descent to the planet’s surface, his suit absorbing the worst of the shock as he adjusted to the gravity. He made a show of his first few steps, knowing the crew was watching from above. He planted the flag, repeated his scripted words, and then looked back up to the ship. He activated the link, trying to signal for pickup. All he got in return was static.

“Hey, console lady, what the hell is going on up there? I’m ready for pickup already.” Gabriel hit his communicator again, but no matter how hard he tried to get the signal through, he got nothing back. He watched on in growing horror as the shuttle hovered above him, and then slowly, its thrusters activated.

“Wait! Hold on! I’m still down here!” He screamed, not caring if his oxygen levels were in peril or not as he tried to wave his arms. Something had to have gone wrong. System failure perhaps? They couldn’t be leaving him. That wasn’t part of the simulation or NASA’s plan.

No response. The shuttle sped off, ‘skipping’ into the distance. Gabriel felt cold dread settle in his very soul. He ran through a thousand reasons why something might have gone wrong or why they might have been leaving him, but in the end, after about an hour of warring with himself… he knew the reason.

He was the dog sent into space. He was NASA’s little test to see if travel was safe and possible. They were leaving him behind. 

Gabriel cursed, he screamed, uncaring of how much oxygen he had left. He was going to die. He’d been left to rot on a world so far from home that Earth was practically a blimp in the distance. After everything he’d done in his life, this was how it was all going to end.

Alone.

Abandoned.

Why did the world despise him so-

“Hello!” Gabriel froze in his lamentations. He stood up from where he was seated on the ground sorrowfully regretting everything and looked around. There wasn’t a person, but there was… a rover?

“You look rather lost! Dad sent me out to see if I can help! Aunty is quite upset about this whole mess!” The rover was green, a rather bright hue. Its light glowed red, highly unusual. Gabriel didn’t recognize it, at least not at first. But soon enough, he began to remember the design. The rover was an old model, one of the ones sent out in the early 2000s. The paint was different, and last he recalled, the rover didn’t have any pre-recorded voice lines. But he knew this model, and it was clearly the one and only Spirit.

“Sheesh, you are going to run out of air at this rate! Let’s get you inside until Aunty can get Uncle Moon to send someone out to get you!” The rover rolled closer, prompting Gabriel to step back instinctually. He didn’t have time to run before the rover changed. Its wheels compacted, its entire frame contorted in a series of swift and smooth motion. In an instant, he found himself dwarfed by some type of robot, one which smiled down at him with bright red eyes, eager perhaps.  Gabriel knew for a fact NASA would have never let something like this rot out on Mars. It had to be something new, something strange and potentially dangerous.

“Oh hell no-!” He attempts to run, but the former rover grabbed him before he could and held him gently, almost like a precious stone. Gabriel was too startled to fight as the thing he knew to be Spirit quickly began walking with him in hand.

“Don’t be scared little guy! Dad will get this all sorted out!” Spirit smiled gleefully, its voice ringing out deeply but strangely like a child. Gabriel couldn’t speak, not as he saw more of the robotic beings approaching. There were seven others, and one by one, he noted their designs.

Sojourner, Marie Curie, Curiosity, Opportunity, the chinese model, and a few others. Each walked on two legs, each smiled, and each and every one of them regarded Gabriel with childlike interest. 

“Dad! We got him!” The rover held Gabriel up, grinning ear to ear, not that it had ears. Gabriel for his part screamed as the ground shifted like some sort of hangar bay, revealing a passage down into the very ground. He floundered as all the rovers walked into the passage, not at all afraid. Spirit soothed Gabriel with a few hushed words.

“Shh… Uncle Moon will send a drone to get you soon. You can stay with him and his colony until Auntie figures out how to get you back without trouble! So don’t worry Cousin! Everything is going to be alright!” Gabriel gawked as he was carried into the passage. He had no words, all he could do was stare in awe as something straight out of a sci-fi film played out before him.

—

“Mars, is he well?”

“Yes Earth, your explorer is safe. My little ones are keeping him company.”

“Good. Take care of him for me. I will try to reach out to Primus’s chosen to see if he might aid me.”

“Of course.”

[ayenah-ayenah]

U ever just sit down and think— oh what a great love story Good Omens is.

Adam, the antichrist himself, loved his parents, his *real* parents, the ones that loved and raised him. He denied his destiny bc he knew what love is, and it isn't whatever the fck Satan is to him. He loved his friends, his family, and the world— love altered reality.

Beelzebub and Gabriel found each other. An angel and a demon who has known nothing but to obey what they thought they were made for. Choosing sides was their thing, but now, they found something worth more than that. They fell in love and suddenly, nothing else but them made sense.

Then, there's Nina and Maggie, defining a love that is new, and exciting, and difficult— makes you wonder if it would be worth it. In the end, Nina needs to heal and Maggie swears to wait. And I just wonder if it would work. I wonder if they'll be able to fall in love with each other, without outside forces pushing them together. Will they find their way to each other? But I think of Good Omens and I remember, it's a love story, so, maybe, they will.

Finally, there's Aziraphale and Crowley— the old love. Azi & Crow stopped Armageddon bc they love the world, and each other.

I keep thinking about their love, the way they reciprocate it so well.

S1, "Even if this all ends up in a pile of burning goo, we can go off together," that line made proof of Crowley's love, and it was directed to Aziraphale. He didn't need Heaven nor Hell, and he loves Earth, but when he said that line, that was him declaring that if they can't save Earth, then it doesn't matter— as long as Aziraphale is with him. That's his love, his truth, and it's them, Aziraphale and Crowley together.

Then, s2 (one of many reasons I love s2), Aziraphale proved to reciprocate Crowley's sentiment. "Nothing lasts forever," he said. He loved Earth, the bookshop was proof of this, he made a life for himself on Earth out of love. But, all that, meant little compared to Crowley. Aziraphale has been disobeying Heaven for as long as we have all witnessed, and he wouldn't have stopped Armageddon if he didn't know any better. And yet, here he is, willing to leave the life he's built on Earth with humanity, to be in Heaven with Crowley.

Aziraphale has been loyal, to the best of his ability, towards Heaven. He believed in the ineffable plan, but look at him now, going back to Heaven fully determined to change it because he knows that it will never be safe for them to be together unless they fix this. Heaven and Hell will always want their war, and unless they do something about it, it's not going to be a happily ever after for Aziraphale and Crowley.

And Crowley was hurt, has felt abandoned, and rejected. Because he just wants to grab Aziraphale and escape, but Aziraphale walked away.

And Aziraphale, too, was hurt, has felt abandoned, and rejected. He wanted to work on their happily ever after together, but Crowley walked away.

And after watching to the end, I wondered if they would work, if they would find each other again. But this is Good Omens, it's a love story, and in this love story, Aziraphale and Crowley have always been able to find each other.

And it's amazing. I have been thinking of love everytime I watch Good Omens. It just radiates so much love.

[thewolffairytaler]

A mad lass's perspective - oneshot | Child Michael Myers x female reader

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Summary: Deemed to being insane by the adults, a little lassie gets sent to an asylum for a chance of recovery after the incident involving her deceased grandfather. Being viewed as disturbing and all to knowing, many doctors and nurses want to avoid taking care of her. Yet two people seem to take a somewhat interest in her, Dr. Samuel Loomis, and a silent boy who seems to be devoided of emotions.

Art Credit (Full picture): ofwolfandmanbook on Instagram

Each echoing footstep served as a reminder of the unusual girl's solitude as the sterile white walls of Smith's Groove Sanitarium closed in on her. Since they brought her here, weeks had passed since the world had swung on its axis and begun to make no sense at all, weeks since the terrifying discovery of her Grandpa Gabriel, and weeks had blurred into one another. She was aware that the case was 'unsolved,' not withstanding the authorities' classification. It wasn't unsolvable; rather, it was obfuscated, concealed by layers of darkness and inappropriate objects. The bizarre, warped reality she had briefly experienced before fleeing, half-crazed, from the scene was beyond the rational minds of the adults.

She was discovered a few streets away, a tiny, shivering ball of terror curled up against a brick wall, cold and unconscious. The objects that had flickered in the corners of her vision, the shadows that had taken on their truest forms, the crimson, pulsing dead eyes that had watched her whilst standing besides every living breathing creature, from humans to animals, anything a mind could come up with. They were all things she tried to explain when she woke up. However, she was met with silent murmurs and blank glances when she spoke the words she knew to be true. They referred to her as "mad," "unstable." They had no knowledge of the still living like corpses or the creatures that lay beneath the world's surface. So they sent her here, to Smith's Groove, where the pulsating hum of anxiety is always there and the corridors are quiet.

Here, surrounded by the other "broken" children, the female felt almost more alone. She would spend her days drawing in the small room they had given her, sketching the people as how she saw them, some creatures that haunted her dreams and the reality she saw when she looked past the veneer of normalcy. She filled pages with depictions of the grotesque, hoping that somehow, someone would understand. But no one did. They would just nod with pity, or shake their heads, their faces etched with concern that hid a veiled fear. Mostly because the doctors assumed that she saw them for how everyone truly was, yet in a more twisted disgusting way.

Everyone was too distubered by it, and wanted nothing to do with her when they learned too much. The only one who was willing to look after her as her doctor was Samuel Loomis, but his intrest in her didn't seem to come from care all that much. Don't get her wrong, she could tell there was some sympathy from him, and she was aware that he wanted her to get better since she had the potential for it. But Dr Loomis was more intrigued than commiserated. When he wasn't with his other patients, he would ask her some questions, make her remember some old memories, along with making her do some activities that would help her recovery. At first, Loomis thought she was faking it, seeing how polite and average she was acting. Nonetheless, it did not take long for him to see it too, and out of all things, it came from pictures of the dead. A bleeding fox with its eyes closed. "The fox is sleeping, it looks very peaceful. I hope it has good dreams." A deer with its flesh and bones being visible whilst being nearly headless. "Oh no, it's head is barely hanging! I wish I could help it put it back on." A decomposed corpse of a nurse with a dirty uniform and it's terrible leftover makeup. "Ms. Nurse didn't do a good job, its all messy and unfinished." She responded it so casually and innocently that it was baffling, couldn't the girl understand death? No, he knew she could, that's why she ran away from home after discovering her dead grandfather. It was something else, and it surely wasn't because of some innocence.

The strangest thing though was that she didn’t see all these grotesque things or mention some questionably accurate information all the time. These things only happened during certain triggers, when her headaches where at her worst, as well as taking some psychoactive pills. Containing the main ingredient, Lysergic acid diethylamide, LSD for short. A sort of drug that is supposed to cause hallucinations, it was used back in the day to comprehend, mind control, information gathering and other unmoral purposes during the cold war. Of course, this was highly illegal to use it this way, especially with a patient who is listed as having signs of psychosis. However, he thinks it is necessary to understand her brain this way because the healthy treatment seems to be uneffective, not to mention that the medications does have different side effects, even if it costs her mind to deteriorate. It was better than nothing, he does feel guilty over it though, essentially considering she's always so nice towards him. Even at her angry limit, but maybe she does that to not anger him too. It could be both, she's difficult to read at times.

One of her favorite ways to escape the starkness of the asylum was in the small, overgrown garden at the back. It was a patch of green in a world of white, and there she could at least pretend that things were normal - even if she knew it wasn't. One afternoon, while sitting beneath a gnarled apple tree, tracing patterns in the dirt with a stick, she noticed a presence. He was a small boy, older than herself, sitting silently at the ground whilst looking towards the distance. His face was pale and expressionless, his eyes, a startlingly clear brown, fixed on the ground. She didn't recognise him. He wasn't one of the children she saw during their scheduled outdoor time.

Curiosity, a flicker of flame in her chest, drove her forward. She tentatively approached, her drawing clutched in her hand. "Hello," she said, her voice barely a whisper. The boy didn't react. He didn't flinch, didn't look up. He just kept staring at the sundown. Hesitantly, the petite girl sat down a little distance from him. She unrolled her drawing and placed it on the earth between them. It was a depiction of Dr Loomis, although just like the rest of her drawings, it wasn't a realistic sketch. The flesh was rottening, skeletal bones showing, showing level of suffering and damage, a visual stating he should be dead, but he isn't. A slow-minded, ineffective, and pallid individual who drags himself along. A creature that is walking among us like a zombie, refusing to die, refusing to let go, but it wasn’t a zombie she drew. It was a draugr! The boy didn't react, at least, not in the way she expected. He still didn't look up, he didn't have curiosity. But a small, almost imperceptible shift in his posture, like he'd subtly leaned forward, revealed he had noticed.

The younger patient felt a strange sense of… not belonging, not exactly, but recognition. She didn't know why, but she knew this boy was different. Most kids here either wept all the time or screamed in their sleep. The others spoke to themselves, often in gibberish, or tried to talk to the walls. He, however, was just... silent. He was like a void, a blank space in the noise and chaos of the sanitarium. There was a feeling of quiet desperation around him that she somehow understood, that she somehow felt herself. She kept an eye on him, looking for any response. However, his face remained unreadable, an expressionless mask. But it felt like a connection had been made. As though the very soil beneath them vibrated with an invisible energy, the moment hung in the air, thick and strange. Maybe, just maybe, he saw past the 'normal' in the same way she did. Perhaps, just possibly, she wasn't by herself.

The girl cleared her throat, trying to break the heavy silence. "Can I draw you?" She asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. She carefully pointed to a spot beside her drawing, a cheap sketchbook she had just gotten today by an old nurse because she claimed she needed to stop wasting normal papper. Again, the boy didn't look up. He just kept staring at the dirt, his stillness a mystery, his silence a language she didn't yet understand. She took his silence as a yes in a way and opened up her book to begin sketching him. She also used a blending stump to create the shadows a bit smoother.

She didn't have anything to expect out of him, but she couldn't ignore this strange connection to the noiseless boy. She would visit him again tomorrow, and after that, so long until he gets annoyed by it and somehow tells her to quit bothering him. Her pencil skittered across the thick paper of her sketchbook, the first page being set to use. The idea of him that had taken root in her mind. She saw him as a doll, a large porcelain figure with a stoic face, one that could be hugged and cuddled, a silent companion in her solitary world.

Her strokes were both precise and clumsy, an interesting combination that reflected her own unique perspective. Every line was intentional, every shade of colour carefully chosen. She made his hair dark, inky black, not just the colour of ink but its shape and its fluidity. The grey in the ink had been added to a very slight black base, creating a very dark grey that was almost charcoal. She gave him clothes that were just as messy and detailed as his hair. Her focus was intense as she drew the details of a very large shirt that looked about six sizes bigger than it should and pants that had that same unkempt vibe to them.

As she worked, the image of him on the paper started to morph into something both familiar and unsettling. She gave him a mouth that was perpetually stained red, not from any actual wound, but from her imagination. It was the blood mouth of her own twisted vision, a visual representation of his hidden, unspoken nature; it wasn't quite accurate, not even close, but that didn’t matter. She gave him eyes that were round, almost glassy, like the eyes of a doll. They held no warmth, no spark of life, just an empty expanse that reminded her of the fragile, delicate sheen of porcelain. They were not evil, but rather, simply vacant, a disturbing hollowness that both fascinated and repelled her.

She added a splash of more red splotches on his clothes, splattering them around in a way that almost seemed haphazard but with a clear precision to it. These were not real blood splatters, but rather, an artistic license to further her doll-like vision of the boy. With each stroke, she was translating the complex, unsettling mystery he was into something that did make sense, something tangible that she could understand. He was not a real human, not in her mind. So he was now a doll. A doll with a painted blood mouth, soulless eyes, and messy clothes that seemed more like they were put on someone who was going through a very rough day.

She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't hear when the door at the building clicked open with the sound of a lock slowly disengaging. A nurse walked to her with a gentle smile and a small white cup where she was carrying her medication. The nurse's smile was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the sterile environment and the almost unsettling nature of the drawing she was creating.

"Time for your new medicine, sweetie," the nurse said, her voice soft. "Let's try it right now, shall we?" The girl, reluctantly peeling her attention from the drawing, nodded. The nurse was always kind to her, and it was nice to feel a sense of comfort and safety in this place. She carefully placed her pen back into the pen pouch it came from and stood up, careful not to leave the pouch close to the edge of the bench she was sitting on. The sketchbook was left where it was, on the ground on the left of where the boy was sitting. She assumed that it would be safe there, no one would touch it. As she followed the nurse, leaving the quiet corner of the yard, her mind was already racing with new ideas for her next drawing. Little did she know that her art, left behind, held no small amount of interest for the silent boy she had just portrayed. It was left abandoned and out in the open for him to see with no one close enough to watch him, only one sleep debrived guard and the other one with a lack of focus today.

Michael’s gaze, however, did not return to the horizon, which he had been staring at for the past couple of hours. His attention did eventually go to the drawing on the ground. The paper was slightly dirty from the girl’s use and the way she had left it behind, but the drawing itself remained pristine, as if it was not just a simple ink and pencil sketch. His eyes, those same vacant eyes that the girl had so meticulously captured, remained absolutely still as he observed the image of himself. The blood on the mouth and on the clothes was not something he was used to seeing, not even from the reflection in the mirror.

He stared at the image intently, the silence of the hallway almost palpable. It was not the drawing itself that held his interests, but rather the fact that someone was able to see him and interpret him in such a way. Someone was actually there and cared enough to take the time to draw and study him. It was a novel sensation, a curious mix of bemusement, and something akin to recognition. He had only ever seen folks flee and get afraid at his gaze. To see someone, especially someone young, take the time to draw him was very odd and a new experience to him. He continued to look at the drawing, taking in each detail as the afternoon slowly faded away, and the night grew longer. Only for him to be taken away by the guards once more. It seems like the girl wasn't coming back for the day. He might as well take it for himself.

Author's note: I did not plan for this oneshot to be so long, yet all my stories tend to be so. Also, I don’t plan to make more oneshots of this story route, however, if you do want to see more of it, or have any special requests in mind for this character, I could expand on that idea. And just so you know, even though I write these characters as if you are them. They aren't Y/n coded. They are like an OC but have a blank slate mindset. A good example I could come up with to explain it easier would be any of the protagonists in the Pokemon games. You could read them as if you were there, but this mad girl has personality and a backstory. Like any other (Y/n)'s out there... Man, (Y/n)'s are difficult to understand when it comes to how it's supposed to be used at times.

[noneorother]

The grand unified theory of Good Omens S2 hangs on - you guessed it - a double meaning (and art). *Part 4*

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l The End?

This is major spoilers for season 3 territory. You have been warned. I'm also going to split this into parts because wow, I have so many ✨Clues✨! Friends, we have arrived at the prestige! Metatron come at me bro, catch these hands. Oh wait you can't, you always have your hands in your pockets...

People smarter than me have talked all about Aziraphale's magician outfits on this show, so I won't steal their thunder. Suffice it to say, The Metatron is wearing a weirdly dark coat and tie over his whole outfit. Which gives him a very only a white floating head look, but also keeps in the theme of ✨I am a magician✨. He's here to perform a trick!

I also won't talk a lot about him in the coffee shop because that's been done already. If we have learned anything from part 3, analyzing the coffee to death is what we are supposed to be doing, because He is distracting everyone with a benign object that we can inspect. So while he's waving this coffee around in the shop going "SEE I KNOW HOW EARTH WORKS" he's also doing something fascinating: Checking to see who recognizes him.

Weirdly, even though Aziraphael saw him in season one, and the angels all work with him, no one does right away. EXCEPT for Saraquiel and Crowley, who just saw his face not in person, but in a video tape of sorts up in heaven at Gabriel's trial by farce. And then something funny happens. Saraquiel is scared shitless and pretends to have 'forgotten' like Michael, but Crowley admits loud and proud that he does. Then Uriel gives THE BIGGEST SIDEYE I have ever seen on screen to Michael, as in "You don't recognize our boss? I am very afraid for what that means."

As far as I can understand, this is the reason the Metatron is here : "Are we in the version of events where I lose?" And the answer The Metatron gets after the question is : We are in the version of events where I have severely fucked with Michael, sort of fucked with the other angels, I have fucked with Aziraphale, and Crowley has seen me already in heaven. Now we're missing a lot of information as to WHY this specific answer is good for The Metatron, and how much Saraquiel knows, but it seems like he interprets this as an "I haven't lost yet, and I can still do my trick".

So now here we are, at the most important part of the episode, in my (and Aziraphale's) opinion. THE double meaning.

This line is insane. On the surface we have meaning 1) The Metatron is scolding over-zealous angels for meddling in this affair, and over reaching with their power, especially threatening to use the book of life on people. He's the good guy! But under the surface we have meaning 2) I HAVE THE BOOK OF LIFE and I have been using it on everybody in this room. If I don't get my way this time around, I will edit you guys again, and you will have done the right thing. And with that admission, Aziraphale severely twigs and becomes very afraid. From then on his voice shakes and he babbles, and he has trouble looking the Metatron in the eye. I'm willing to bet that this is the moment Aziraphale realizes what The Metatron just admitted: I am creating a version of reality as we speak where I change you and Crowley (and everyone else) so that you lose to me. A terrified Aziraphael goes off with The Metatron to have a chin wag. Now here's the trick.

We've already established that Maggie and Nina are here as stage assistants to The Metatron, so they need time to work on Crowley alone. If they talk to A/C together, like they would have without The Metatron's appearing in the scene before, better communication might have happened between them. He made Aziraphale disappear from the scene!

This does NOT look like the face of someone getting good news. We never heard what the details were besides inviting Crowley to the job promotion, so who knows what he threatened him with, but

This looks like the face of someone caught in a trap. So we are now seeing the prestige! We don't need that coffee anymore, that cup is GONE BABY. Aziraphale has been removed from the Nina/Maggie confession like a dove, and placed in The Metatron's dark coat pocket. Now he just needs to make our angel reappear in the scene the assistants have prepared for him and let him fail, thus completing the trick (uhg I hate it. So cruel).

I'm going to turn the final 15 into it's own post because this is already very long. Let's skip it for now, but we know our lovebirds get separated by heaven, and Aziraphale leaves. The Metatron breathes a huge sigh of relief in the elevator as he thinks his trick has worked, and he has won.

So it's finished now, and there's seemingly no way out. Aziraphale now knows what The Metatron meant when he communicated "I am creating a version of reality as we speak where I change you and Crowley and everything else so that you lose to me."

BUT! ARE YOU READY FOR THIS SHIT? BECAUSE IT HIT ME LIKE LIQUID JET FUEL. And I think it hits Aziraphale right here, (when he makes the creepy face after being hit with a beam of light i.e. realization)

That means that in the original version of events before all the edits, Crowley & Aziraphale won.

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If you've gotten this far, thanks so much for reading. I'd love to hear what you thought, or even reblog it with your ✨Clues✨! Want to read more about the timey wimey business that we're gonna see in season 3, and why all this changes the final 15? Well I have *part 5* coming in just a bit. Parts 5 and The End are here! Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4 l Part 5 l The End?

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happy to help

Just indulging one of my favorite tropes ever - the disaster genius with the hypercompetent, put-upon assistant. Especially with mutual pining. Especially if they aren't aware they're pining.

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"Screwdriver, size 1," said Aurora, absently holding out a hand while staring down at a stubborn part. It took her nearly a full minute to realize that her hand still held only air, no screwdriver forthcoming. "Screw -- oh. Damn it."

Just one more reminder that Gabriel, her trusted assistant, wasn't here. Gabriel would have pressed the right size of screwdriver into her hand before she even finished asking for it. Gabriel would have given her the right size of screwdriver even if Aurora accidentally asked for the wrong one.

But Gabriel was god knows where, and as a result, the screwdriver Aurora needed was also god knows where. The tiny workroom she'd been imprisoned in was an utter disaster zone, tools and parts strewn everywhere. Aurora spent over fifteen of her precious remaining minutes searching for a screwdriver she'd literally just held in her hand, cursing the entire time, until she finally realized that it was in her pocket.

And it was the wrong size anyway.

Fiddling with the screws was a pointless endeavor anyway, just a way to try and quiet her mind so she could figure out the real problem -- in layman's terms, the math wasn't mathing. She swiveled her chair around to stare at the whiteboard covered in diagrams and equations, going over the plans one more time, hoping that this time she'd figure out the flaw.

A little over two days ago she'd been kidnapped by some shady criminal group -- she wasn't sure which one, they all tended to blend together for her. They demanded she build a superweapon to their specifications in three days, or else they'd start killing hostages until they got what they wanted. The superweapon itself was simple, really, and she'd worked out a plan for it in just a few hours. It hardly worth kidnapping someone of her intellect for. If she were the kind of engineer willing to silence her pesky conscience and hand over a doomsday device to some organized crime goons, knowing it'd be used to kill and terrorize countless innocent people, she'd be finished already.

No, the difficult part was coming up with the precise sabotage needed for the weapon to work in tests and fail when put to use against actual civilians. It was a tough needle to thread, and it was what Aurora had spent most of the last two days trying to figure out. And she was so close to an answer, so goddamn close, except the math wasn't working out.

Gabriel would know exactly what was wrong with the equations on the whiteboard. He'd look it all over, silently pick up a whiteboard marker, and issue a correction, shooting Aurora that look that meant "how can someone so smart be so dumb?" The kind of sass she only ever tolerated from him, because he was the only one who could ever keep up with her.

Aurora softly pounded her head against the whiteboard, reminded once again that Gabriel wasn't here. In fact, she didn't know where he was. He wasn't one of the hostages, so he must have escaped -- after all, he always figured out a way to get them both out of the tight spots Aurora was good at putting them in.

He'd definitely escaped. He definitely hadn't gotten caught in the explosion. Gabriel was too smart and too stubborn to die, and besides, it would be incredibly rude for him to die when Aurora needed him so badly. He was the only one who knew where half the things were located in Aurora's lab and the only one who made her coffee the way she liked it.

So he couldn't possibly die. He was absolutely fine. Anything else was unthinkable.

Frustrated and exhausted, Aurora backed up against the wall in the stifling workroom and slid down it until she was sitting on the floor. She'd had the bad luck to be kidnapped while in the middle of a multi-day inventing bender, so she hadn't slept at all in at least four days, and it was definitely catching up to her. The numbers on the whiteboard seemed to swim and dance before her eyes, taunting her with the flaw she couldn't seem to detect.

The metal door slammed open, startling her out of her skin as she scrambled to her feet. "What the hell is that for?" she said. "Don't you know I'm trying to concentrate?"

"I just need to make sure you're working on my new little toy." It was the guy in charge, whose name Aurora couldn't remember. She was terrible with names. Gabriel always remembered the names for her. His eyes swept over the cluttered workspace, his hand on the gun strapped to his hip. "None of this looks like a weapon, doctor."

"You told me I have three days. It's not three days yet."

He pulled out the gun and made a show of inspecting it, pointing it right at Aurora as he did. "I don't have a lot of patience, you know," he said. "If you haven't delivered me a working prototype in the next twelve hours, I'll have no choice but to relieve my stress by killing off some of the hostages. Maybe I'll start with the children, let you listen to their screams. Might be a good motivator."

"Are you finished with your monologue?" said Aurora, trying not to betray any emotions on her face. "Because some of us have actual work to do."

That earned Aurora a gun barrel pressed up against the bottom of her chin, and she knew she was doing a piss-poor job of hiding her fear.

"You don't look like you've been doing any work to me," the criminal goon hissed.

"I told you, I need my assistant. I can't get work done without him."

"Then you're going to have to fucking figure that out, aren't you? You're supposed to be a genius. Start acting like one." He finally moved the gun away from Aurora's face. "I'm coming back in, oh, four hours, and if I don't see most of a weapon by then, I'm gonna have to give you some more incentives. Understand?"

"Crystal clear," she said, mouth dry.

He slammed the door behind him as he left, the sound rattling several loose tools off the nearby workbench. Aurora sank back onto the floor.

Oh, she was so fucked. If she couldn't figure out what was wrong with her math in time, people were going to die. Die because of a stupid mistake, die because she couldn't pull it the fuck together.

They'd die because she'd taken Gabriel for granted. If she hadn't treated him so thoughtlessly, if they hadn't had that argument and become separated, then he'd probably be here with her now. He'd figure out the flaw in her designs and a way to escape to boot.

But he wasn't here, and the thought that she might never actually see him again was scarier than the gun that'd been pressed to her throat.

"God damn it, Gabriel," she said, knowing no one would hear it besides whoever was monitoring the security cameras. "I'm sorry, all right? I mean it. I really am sorry."

The door slammed open again. "I found this little rat skulking around. I believe he belongs to you," said the man in charge. A couple of suited goons tossed a squirming and very familiar bundle into the workroom. "Don't say I never did anything for you. No more excuses now."

As the door closed, Aurora stared down at the man pulling himself up off the floor, certain she must be hallucinating. "Gabriel?"

"Hello, sir," he said, brushing off his impeccably starched pants.

"How… how are you here?"

"I broke in, sir."

Hope swelled up in Aurora's chest. "To rescue me?"

"No, of course not. Have you seen how many guards they have out there? I have no idea how to rescue you. Not yet, anyway."

"Then why…"

"I thought you would need assistance, sir, so I broke in and let them capture me, figuring they'd take me to you." He glanced around the disastrous room. "It would seem my assessment is correct."

He was here, he was unharmed, and he was real, right down to the polished dress shoes and oversized glasses. Aurora couldn't hold it in a minute longer. "It really is you, Gabriel," she said, nearly knocking them both over with the force of her embrace. "I thought I'd never see you again!"

"Well, you're seeing me now, sir."

"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I really am. I'm not just saying that because I need you to pull my butt out of the fire, even though I do really need you to pull my butt out of the fire. I'm really, truly sorry for how I acted, and I'm sorry I'm always taking you for granted."

"That's very touching," he said, awkwardly patting her on the back. "But is now the right time to have this conversation? We're on a bit of a tight deadline, aren't we?"

We. It wasn't just Aurora's problem, now.

"We are," she said, walking over to the whiteboard. "I have the basic plan for the weapon outlined here, but I'm having trouble with…" She tapped the part of the plans related to her sabotage. They'd been disguised and coded so that the goons watching her wouldn't realize what it was, but Gabriel would know.

Aurora watched as Gabriel's eyes scanned the whiteboard left and right, up and down. His brows furrowed, gears turning in his head. "Interesting…" he muttered.

"Do you get the theory behind what I'm trying to do here?"

"I think so," he said. "But I'm not sure about this part." He picked up a marker and struck out one of Aurora's numbers, writing in his own.

Aurora stared, going over the calculations in her head again, this time substituting in Gabriel's suggestion. "That can't be right, can it?"

"Perhaps not. I'm only trying to make sense of it, sir," he said with a shrug.

"Wait… wait a minute… if we… and then if we…" Aurora's hands were flying now, replacing her numbers as she worked out the ripple effects of the change. "Hold on. Holy shit, that is it, isn't it? That's exactly it."

"Well, you made three more errors, but somehow still came up with the right answer," said Gabriel. "You haven't slept since Tuesday, have you?"

"I have not!" said Aurora gleefully, already giddy at the prospect of sabotaging those rotten bastards that'd dared to kidnap her. "I can sleep once I get this thing done. Can you hand me the --" A screwdriver was pressed into the palm of her hand before she could finish. "Thank you."

His eyes widened. "You never thank me, sir. That can't simply be sleep deprivation. Have they drugged you? Is it mind control? Possession?"

"Is it that hard to believe I appreciate you?"

"Yes."

"Well, I do. And I'm glad you're here. Well, I mean, I'm not glad you got taken hostage -- you know what I mean."

"I suppose," he said. "And for what it's worth, I am glad that you're in one piece. It would mean a lot of extra work for me if you weren't."

For a brief moment, Aurora thought she saw a smile flicker on her long suffering assistant's face. Probably just a hallucination from sleep deprivation.

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[mksbigg3stfan]

In the first season of MCSM, Lukas has had a place with the Ocelots for a long time. He knows they have rude tendencies that he doesn't agree with, but they really are his only friends. He's only "friendly" with other people. He admires people like Petra and Gabriel, who, to him, seem strong, capable, and liked by everyone despite not trying to get people to like them. (Bro doesn't know he fits that description.) At first, he's kind of scared of the change. Changing groups, changing teams. He doesn't mind helping Jesse, Olivia, and Axel, but the three have very clear opinions on him.

Jesse is very friendly and seems to welcome Lukas in easily. Olivia is wary, but she's willing to let Lukas prove he's not like his friends. Axel, though, feels threatened by Lukas' presence, and he makes that very clear. To Axel, Lukas is the same as the other oceleots. He sees Lukas' genuine kindness as a facade, a way to make fun of Jesse, Olivia, and Axel, and to probably eventually betray them. (By this point, I'm assuming the Ocelots and Jesse group have known each other for a while, and the Ocelots have always bullied them because of how familiar they seem with each other.) Lukas knows his friends aren't the best, so he tries to be lenient with Axel, and show him that he's not trying to bully or trick them. But Axel doesn't want to accept that Lukas can be good.

When people - or people's friends - have been beating down on you for a while, it's tough to trust them. Lukas feels like he's failed at trying to be friends with Jesse group, so he tries to leave. I think that maybe it was around here he was thinking about if he'd been too complacent with his friends. Letting them bully people. Not really thinking for himself or sticking up for anyone, really. And he feels ashamed, and angry at himself, and Axel. (Lukas is only 18, i think, so he's still a teenager. His decison making brain part is nottt done yet guys.)

He has trouble sleeping that night because of it, also because there's a command block wither flying around somewhere wrecking the world, and Petra is left back at the convention (?) With it. Lukas seems like the type of guy to blame himself for Petra being left behind. I think he was probably thinking to himself the whole time that if he was strong enough, Petra would be safe. That it was his fault she was in danger. He probably doubted his abilities a lot too, thinking things like, "If Petra was here she would've helped Jesse solve this faster," "If Petra was here she could've easily found a different route," basically just him thinking Petra is more useful.

If you look at it from Lukas point of view, the whole journey seems very easy to Jesse. Jesse picks up fighting easily despite not having much training or experience. Jesse brings the Order of the Stone together. (I think the conflict over Lukas holding the Order of the Stone tracker was partially due to Lukas being jealous of Jesse, feeling useless and wanting to help. Even if he's jealous, Lukas had grown to admire Jesse and wants them to trust him.) Jesse seems to be the designated leader. With the Ocelots, it might’ve appeared to people that Lukas was the leader, but that was not true at all. It seems like Lukas had mostly always been a pushover, and him standing up for people and himself was something new.

At the beginning of the game, when Lukas wishes the Jesse trio luck, the Ocelots look extremely annoyed with him. (Especially bitchass Aiden he needs to trim those eyebrows.) Lukas arc in the first season seems to be him finding himself and gaining confidence similar to the Jesse group's overall arc because the Ocelots have been stamping all over him and pressuring him into going along with things.

But why?

Why does Lukas let them do those things?

He hates conflict.

He hates making people angry. Even if Jesse takes the route that makes his life a living hell , the worst he does is stomp off angrily and immediately forgive jesse in season 2. He's way too forgiving, and that's why it takes so long for him to go against Aiden, who is the actual leader of the Ocelots.

While Lukas is a pushover, Gill is much worse. He easily lets Aiden take control of the situation and is afraid of him. Aiden seems prone to lashing out when people don't act like how he wants them to, very likely verbally attacking Lukas and Gill when they "step out of line." It doesn't seem like he has gotten physical yet, but Gill was likely afraid of that even possibly happening, so he just let Aiden push him around.

When Aiden betrays Lukas, it would be wrong to say that Lukas didn't see it coming. Selfishly, in his opinion, he wanted to give him just one more chance. One more chance to show that he could change. But then, Aiden forms the Blaze Rods. They ditch him. After they've been friends for so long, Lukas is clueless about what he wants to do. He's angry, frustrated, and cries. For a while, he's aimless, unsure of what to do. His old "friends" are gone, so he doesn't have them to go back to. But Jesse, Olivia, and Axel are there. He considers going to Beacontown, saying hi. But what then?

It's not like he's part of their group.

They're heroes. He doesn't belong with them.

With all this free time on his hands, he decides to write. He has no one to talk to, so where else will he put what he thinks? Lukas had been putting off interacting with Jesse in a non small talk way until he rescued Jesse from the giant ass statue thing. He was too afraid to hear the possibility that Jesse might not want to be friends with him. He hates being alone for so long (Radar is there too but he probably feels mostly isolated) But, in season 2, Jesse welcomes him back, and Lukas finally earns a place somewhere, a place he made on his own.

(Sorry guys I really needed to talk about this somewhere)

[perseephoneee]

Hey! I saw that you were taking supernatural requests. I read your other castiel story and I absolutely adored it! Your writing is so good <333

I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a reader and cas story of like a father/daughter relationship? The reader being an angel, maybe the last new one? So cas and other angels like Balthazar, Gabriel, ect take care of her and teach her? Maybe in the story she’s like a teenager or something?

If not, I totally understand! It’s a bit of an odd request ahaha

I hope that you have a lovely day!

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omggg heyyy. i'm going to answer this as a series of headcanons because that's what's coming to me. also this kind of sucks!!

castiel!child headcanons (afab reader)

you were the newest angel made before chuck decided to close up shop.

you also were in complete lockdown in heaven while the other angels frolicked earth during the apocalypse.

after the fall though, you found your way to earth, wingless yet extremely curious about everything around you.

you were always seen as the "innocent" one to the eyes of the other angels, because you were the "youngest" (as if you haven't been around for a millennia like they have).

you found a younger vessel as well, your true vessel being a pretty young thing somewhere in america. at least in put you in proximity to Castiel, who you sought out first.

Cas was always the kindest to you, the least likely to snap at you. he always nurtured you, and taught you the ways of Heaven.

your brief time on earth taught you a few things: you really loved baked goods, the bus is a fantastic mode of transportation, and no one gets mad at you for petting all the dogs that walk by. you really like the ones with floppy ears.

when you eventually found Castiel, time had passed, and he was back with the Winchesters. you were curious to know who were the humans who managed to convince Castiel to basically forsake Heaven.

they proved to be much taller than most of the humans you had meant.

castiel immediately got exasperated with dean.

"well, hello," Dean smiled, shaking your hand for a little longer than necessary. "what's your name, gorgeous?"

"Dean," Castiel gritted out, shooting him a look as Sam stifled his laughter.

"i'm allowed!" Dean bit back. "she doesn't mind," he gestured towards you, looking you up and down.

you kinda of just followed castiel around after that. even if it meant being around sam and dean.

cas was excited to have you around again. he talked to you about bees (literally), and you understood why he loved humans so much. they had a lot of heart that angels often lacked.

you didn't feel so out of place with the winchesters either.

sam was always interested to understand heaven and it's history. unlike cas, you were more amicable to sharing that information.

dean was confused why angels chose hot vessels. you asked if he meant not just you, but also castiel.

he shut up after that.

i would happily continue this with more scenarios if anyone is interested. especially since this headcanon is shortlived and terrible.

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[profoundbondfanfic]

Hi! I’ve been trying to find some good omega!cas fics, would you be able to recommend any? I’ve done some of my own searching, but I can always count on your reviews so wanted to check!

Hey! I hope you were looking for a long list because we got a little carried away with this lol

A Baby for Christmas by DyslexicSquirrel (Explicit, 11k words)

Dean Winchester finds a list of all the Eligible Alphas in town when he’s fixing Castiel Novak’s car and the fact that he’s not on it surprises him more than it should. He’s been pining for Castiel since he showed up in Oak Grove alone and pregnant, but Castiel never gave him, or any other alpha, the time of day. Now he’s on the hunt for a mate. Can he come up with a plan to make Castiel realize he’s the perfect alpha for him and make both their Christmas wishes come true?

A Little Grace by tricia_16 (Explicit, 99k words)

Castiel is well aware that a handsome, surprisingly gentle alpha like Dean was way out of his league even before he made the decision to become a single parent. Dean's been kicking himself for blowing his shot with Cas before he could even ask for it, and now Cas is happily taken (and adorably pregnant) by an alpha who doesn't deserve him. Neither one of them could have guessed that Castiel's baby would be what brings them together, but it turns out that a little Grace goes a long way.

All That's Best of Dark and Bright by orphan_account (Explicit, 21k words)

Dean Winchester is an alpha cop. He's got a soft spot for omegas with kids and a short fuse when it comes to people hurting them. When he signs in for his shift, his first call is to a break-in in a well to do suburban neighborhood. He meets Castiel Novak and his young son, Alfie. Someone has broken in to Castiel's house and scent marked. Castiel is unwilling to offer much information about himself or his life. Dean's happy not to push, but his partner Benny thinks that Castiel might know more about who broke into his house than he's willing to admit. As Dean tries to get Castiel to open up to him, he finds himself drawn to the omega. But Castiel has to be mated, right? He already has a kid. Or at least, that's what Dean believes.

At a glance by Nachsie (Explicit, 44k words)

The first time Castiel laid his eyes on Dean Winchester, he couldn't comprehend two things about him. One, why this incredibly handsome man was smiling at him asking to borrow his drink...and Two? Why he immediately smashed Castiel's drink into another man's face? Whoever said love was dead, never met Dean Winchester.

Decadent by Redamber79 (Explicit, 36k words)

Dean is the owner of Glads n Roses, where he specializes in unique flowers and bouquets, particularly in flower language. He also sells chocolates on the side. When Decadently Yours, a chocolate shop, opens across the street, Dean sees it as challenging his business. It doesn't take long however, before they strike up a deal to sell the new business' chocolates in the shop, and then he begins to fall for the Beta Castiel, even though he knows he's involved with the Alpha Gabriel, though not mated. As Dean and Cas get closer, he discovers something else. Cas is actually an Omega, with the sweetest scent under his blockers. But Dean refuses to poach, and as long as Cas is with Gabriel, he won't make a move. Life, however, has something else in mind.

Expectations by everandanon (Explicit, 418k words)

For centuries, the Winchester princes have taken omegas from the northern town of New Eden to bear the royal heirs before exiling them to the countryside - a punishment for a past dispute caused by the town's strict beliefs. When Prince John marries Lady Mary of Campbell and puts a Queen on the throne, however, most people assume the tradition has been set aside. Thus, it's a complete surprise to Dean when he's sent to New Eden to retrieve the girl they've arranged for. Cas, as a male omega in backward New Eden, has been ostracized and condemned by his town since he presented. To make matters worse? His sister is being given away to the crown prince of Winchester, never to return. But when the morning before the prince's arrival dawns and Anna is nowhere to be found, the town's council decides there’s only one thing for it: They’ll simply have to give him Cas instead.

Friends Helping Friends (Telling Me What My Heart Meant) by Annie D (scaramouche) (Explicit, 6k words)

Dean and Cas have known each other for about a year now, and in that time, Cas has never gone into heat. So far.

Following His Lead by InvictaAnimi (Explicit, 98k words)

Peak alpha, Dean Winchester, has the perfect life on paper. He owns his own architecture firm, is building a real estate empire, and has the choice of just about any omega partner that catches his eye. A fateful flight to London changes everything for Dean when he finds his true mate, the intrepid freelance photographer, Cas. Cas is gorgeous, brilliant, competitive, and driven. He’s everything that Dean could have hoped for. He’s also keeping secrets from him. Once they find each other, they must remain close until they mate or suffer from the debilitating and painful mating sickness. It wouldn’t be a problem if his mate would stay put, but Dean finds himself chasing his omega throughout Europe, using only the clues his mate leaves him. Dean must choose between his old life and this stranger, his career and his future mate. As an alpha, he is used to being a leader, the one in charge. To be with Cas, though, he’s going to have to follow his lead.

Head Down, Walk with Reason by goldenraeofsun (Explicit, 63k words)

As an omega, Castiel is ineligible for the throne after his father dies. When his uncle takes the crown, Metatron's first order of business is to arrange a betrothal with King John for the hand of his firstborn son, the Crown Prince of Terra. So Castiel flees. On his first night on the run, Castiel stumbles into a band of outlaws just at the border. Injured and wary, he has no choice to stay with them. And although he had planned to return to his own kingdom once it was safe, home might not be the place he left, but instead with Dean, their alpha leader that took him in.

Homemade by saltnhalo (Teen and Up, 5k words)

Dean Winchester, a successful but perpetually overworked and overtired engineer, meets chef and restaurant owner Castiel, his new neighbor. Castiel courts him in the form of homemade meals in Tupperware containers and handwritten notes, and Dean eventually takes it upon himself to return the favor.

In the woods by MalicMalic (Mature, 28k words)

All Castiel wants is to lead a simple life, away from the high society and his controling alpha mother. One chance encounter in the woods makes him believe that dreams just might come true, until life decides to make things complicated for Castiel. As he tries to save himself and his future, he doesn't realize that the solution to all his problems was just around the corner.

Lonicera by zation (Explicit, 46k words)

The one where destiny had a discussion with faith and they decided to have some fun, much to Dean and Cas’ chagrin.

Looking for: Alpha to Match Swimsuit by SillyBlue (Mature, 70k words)

Cas is 44, has a distant husband, a crappy job, and his only child is leaving for college. He plans to distract himself with a beach vacation for which his son and niece convince him to buy a cute swimsuit. But his husband decides he won't "let" him go to the beach dressed like that; a man his age in a bikini? Cas decides to keep the swimsuit - he can easily add "divorced" to the list of things to be sad about during his vacation after all. Claire and Jack decide to intervene by secretly creating a dating profile for one purpose: to look for a man that matches Cas' swimsuit. The unusual profile attracts Dean, who decided to combat his impending midlife crisis by taking some weeks off of work and buying beach wear that he had every intention of banishing to the back of his closet once it arrives. Lucky for him this has provided him with the perfect speedos to match Cas' swimsuit.

No Righteous Path by jupiter_james (Explicit, 111k)

On his 40th birthday, Dean Winchester suddenly begins to worry that he may have lost his chance for a real mate. He's been so focused on his business as a 24-hour roofing and repairman, that he's never taken the time to date properly, or even make any lasting friendships outside of his family. Beginning in their late 30's, alphas and omegas start to lose their mating and bonding hormones, making it more difficult - and often impossible - to mate or bond with anyone past a certain age. But as a modern Alpha, Dean would be content with a companion, at least. Blood bonds aren't the be-all, end-all. However, after a late night emergency roofing repair call from Castiel Novak, Omega, Dean starts to hope. Yearn. The only hangup is that Castiel admits to being as old-fashioned as the books he teaches. Nervous to go against his religious upbringing by being with someone who he can't bond properly, as alphas and omegas are intended to do. But he can't deny his attraction to Dean, and despite his sensibilities, he thinks that, just maybe, he can change for the man he's falling in love with.

Ready To Run by CrzyDemona (EvelynRaith), Inkblooded_Witch (Explicit, 117k words)

Castiel and Jimmy have always been close, on opposite sides of a single coin. While Jimmy’s rebellions have been loud, blatantly throwing every indiscretion in their father’s face, Castiel’s have been quiet, easier to hide, less publicly embarrassing. For this reason it’s no surprise when Jimmy is slated to be married off first. Something they’re informed of right as he has decided he wants to marry Balthazar, an Alpha he’s been courting on the sly for some time. Neither of them have been optimistic about their fates should they be left to their father’s tender mercies. Castiel knows that once Jimmy is gone, he will be next. He likes Balthazar, and sees no reason why they should both be condemned, so they hatch a plan. While Jimmy elopes and boards a steamer to Europe, Castiel boards a train to Nebraska as his twin. Knowing your life will never be the same is one thing, but Castiel never could have predicted what chaos would come of him getting on that train. Starting when plans to slip away before he reaches his intended destination quickly go awry.

real alpha by sharkfish (Explicit, 14k words)

Castiel has used Real Alpha since he was old enough to afford it. They’re a reputable company, and have never disappointed: every few months, Castiel calls in to an automated system to make his request, and within hours, there’s an alpha knocking on his door to fuck the heat out of him. He doesn’t care who it is, what they look like, how much stamina they have, whether they are angels or humans. It’s just an ends to a mean.

Refugee by RachaelLikesYaoi (Explicit, 123k words)

Dean Winchester was used to his brother bringing home omegas from work. They were all basically the same. Quiet, reserved, and... haunted. It made sense, Sam worked for a strictly omega lawyer that dealt with all sorts of different cases. It never really bothered Dean when they were brought home. They fixed up their guest room, replaced a couple of locks, and more often than not he wouldn't even see the omegas. It was easy. A piece of cake. Then Sam told Dean over dinner one night that one of his clients would be living with them for a year to complete his house arrest. A whole year, and no matter how many times his brother told Dean that the guy was harmless, Dean couldn't forget about what the omega had gotten arrested for. Assault. With a deadly weapon.

Roots of Fate by orphan_account (Explicit, 40k words)

Castiel Novak leads a quiet life in the little town of Fairhope. He tends his gardens and takes pride in filling his great-grandmother's footsteps as the town's honorary green witch. His quiet life comes to a halt when he gets a new neighbor and it's none other than the alpha of his dreams and high school crush, Dean Winchester. But Dean's not alone, he has a daughter now. Overnight, Fairhope is flipped on its head as every available omega and beta in town fights for the alpha's attention. Cas tries to help as best he can but Dean eventually comes up with his own solution and that's when the posters show up. Posters that claim that Dean Winchester is looking for a mate. But to win, you have to get a key from a certain orange cat. Let the games begin!

Running with the Wolves by Dancingdog (Explicit, 381k words)

Castiel made one mistake and it landed him with a child. Knowing his brothers would never accept an unmated omega with a child, Castiel chose not to tell his family about Samandriel for six years. But Michael found out anyway and Castiel soon finds himself on the run from his furious family. To save both his and his son's lives, he flees into the wilderness, where the 'wild folk' reside and they must learn to live as wolves rather than humans if they are to survive. Except, the wild folk are not the savages Castiel was led to believe whilst growing up, and he finds that maybe being a member of Dean's pack isn't so terrible afterall. Then his brother, Gabriel, shows up and takes an interest in Dean's omega brother, Sam. The problem? The Winchesters and Novaks have been enemies for centuries.

Scent Deprived by Destielshipper4Cas (Explicit, 41k words)

Dean rescues an omega from an illegal research facility. But after years of scent deprivation, the omega is catatonic at best and on the brink of going feral at worst. Now it’s up to Dean to save him. In order to break past Cas’ defenses, he might just have to let him into his home and heart in return.

The Stars Will Remember by casblackfeathers (Explicit, 60k words)

Being a hunter was all Dean knew ever since his mother had been killed by a demon when he was four. Hunting, offing monsters, and then jumping to the next case was his life. Then he met the most alluring and breathtaking omega he had ever seen and spent the next five years loving the hell out of Cas, their life together filled with the domestic lovey-dovey stuff Dean had never thought he would dig so much. When a simple salt-and-burn goes sideways, it ends up with Cas’ memories stolen from him. Dean is left to pick up the pieces of the life they built together, his ‘make it up as he goes’ strategy to prove to his mate that Dean’s still worth a damn, his only chance at getting Cas back. He’s done a shitty-ass job at keeping Cas safe before, but he will pull out all the stops now to woo his mate again and stir the memories Dean knows are still there buried deep inside Cas’ mind.

Undercover Boyfriend by CassondraWinchester (Explicit, 60k words)

Two men, one lie, and a whole bunch of trouble. Castiel Novak’s in serious trouble. His sister’s destination wedding in Mexico filled with several days of activities, is in only two days. And everyone expects to meet his underwear model Alpha boyfriend — the one he invented. Now Cas has to produce a half-naked hottie or suffer the worst humiliation of his life. But Cas just doesn’t date those kinda guys! Or even know any for that matter. Undercover FBI agent Dean Winchester’s cover is blown and he needs to disappear fast. When he ducks into a bar he runs into Castiel, a comic book artist, one very hot, but geeky Omega. And as luck would have it he just happens to be looking for an Alpha. Could they be the solution to both their problems? Or will trouble find them on the sandy beaches of Mexico?

You can also check our omega!castiel tag for more fics.

[aziraphales-library]

Hii im looking for fic that looks at Crowley/aziraphale from an outside perspective for example the other whickber street traders being confused about where Aziraphale has gone and asking Crowley or other civilians noticing aziraphale and Crowley in general. Not looking for a particular fanfiction.

I do love a good #outsider POV fic...

Eavesdropping by IneffableDoll (G)

A patron of the pub overhears a bewildering conversation between a grey suit (Gabriel) and a beige suit (Aziraphale) in which their adoring descriptions of their respective goth partners are extremely…concerning.

The Mystery of the Missing Mr. Fell by treatsnsweets (G)

"Aren't you investigating? Keep the rant about the confusing relationship with Sunglasses in a separate thing." Phyllis spoke out loud, reading the notebook. "Hey! I'm not done with that yet. It's still my first draft and I needed more evidence." Trixie huffed as they grabbed her notebook back. Or Two teens decided to investigate why "Mr. Fell" has disappeared after the events of season 2.

Sanctuary by Scheissemann (M)

Days were hard for the shopkeepers on Whickber Street, Crowley was drinking, and Mrs. Sandwich just wanted to have a cigarette undisturbed.

What You've Lost But Never Had by BlackUnicorn (NR)

Mr. Fell, for that was all everyone knew to call him, was a peculiar man. He owned the bookshop next to Frank's record shop – A. Z. Fell & Co. it was called – and it had been there for as long as anyone could remember. Why, if Frank's mother, may she rest in peace, was to be believed, the Mr. Fell who had been around when she'd opened her own establishment was the very same that was still around now, over 70 years ago. That couldn't possibly be true, of course, and yet sometimes Frank wondered. He remembered Mr. Fell, of course, from his own childhood, his own youth, the kind man living next door, a little reclusive, perhaps, but always willing to offer a cup of tea and some nice biscuits to anyone in need of a cheer-up. 

A Table For One by WaitingToBeBroken (T)

There is a couple that has been coming to Justine's restaurant every third Wednesday of the month for more than a decade. Now, they are suddenly gone. Justine decides to ask around the neighbourhood about them. Everyone has a different theory.

amaranthus cruentus by jilliancares (G)

“It’s not my plant.” “Okay,” says Nina. “I mean, it wasn’t my plant. It was given to me. I didn’t pick it out.” “Right.” “I don’t even like flowers,” Crowley continues. “I like leafy plants. Leafy plants make sense.”

Or: Crowley and Aziraphale navigating their break-up, through the eyes of everyone else. Or: 5 times Crowley and Aziraphale deal with their heartbreak, plus 1 time they actually do something about it.

All of This is Completely Normal Here by TogetherAgain (G)

The events of an entirely ordinary day for one particular police station in London towards the beginning of summer in 2019. ~ ~ ~ Lonnie Clarke was talking to a lunatic. To be fair, that wasn’t really unusual. It was a standard part of police work. This particular lunatic was a special sort of insane, though. Crazy like a fox, this Mr. Fell. Or, just absurdly lucky. Clarke was just finishing up with him — confirming his contact information, thanking him for his time, and so on — when an entirely different and more familiar lunatic came swaggering in with their hands cuffed in front of them. “OI! Who sent a rookie to pick me up all by herself? That’s hazing, ‘s what that is. Thought you lot were above all that.” Ladies and gentlemen, A.J. Crowley was in the building.

the best of the world in the palm of our hands by middyblue (T)

Crowley seems to be going through a bad breakup and Maggie just wants to help. Apparently, the world is also ending.

- Mod D

[ilikekidsshows]

Marinette is praised for alot of unwarranted things, but to this day the thing that takes the cake for me is people praising Marinette into the heavens for giving Adrien his rings back after Gabriel's death

People act like that's Marinette acting on god-like benevolence and the purest heart ever, when, like, what is she even being praised for?

For not withholding Adrien's literal control remote from him? Not wearing it herself and right away enslaving him?

Praising Marinette into the heavens for giving the rings back implies that people think that it would have been fine if Marinette had cried over this "hard decision" for the next season. And that's just pathetic at this point.

Not to mention that she objectively did nothing in the final battle to save Adrien. It was Gabriel who used the wish for Adrien's good, Marinette instead said he has to face whatever consequences as orphan now that's coming his way. So Gabriel helped Adrien, Marinette was willing to have him pay every price cuz it aint her.

Then Marinette being so uninterested in the plot lead to Bug Noire almost killing Adrien because she didn't know that she would have destroyed Adrien's amok rings alongside the Miraculous rings on Gabriel's hand. So once again, Gabriel had to save Adrien from Marinette by keeping her from using Cataclysm.

Marinette also isn't the one to take the amok rings away from Gabriel before he dies. Gabriel himself had to give Adrien free and prevent that his amoks will vanish with him.

What the hell is Marinette being praised for in the s5 finale for being Adrien's White Knight? She didn't save him in anyway. She almost killed him, she was willing to sign him up to entirely for his family's sins as orphan because "it's the right thing to do", and she didn't take Adrien's ring from Gabriel

Gabriel did all the saving and protecting, Marinette is just as always taking all the credit.

So what's Marinette being glorified for? For not instantly enslaving her abused and now orphaned boyfriend? Cause that's all the saving of Adrien Marinette did in the end, I guess: saving him from her herself enslaving him for no fucking reason

And is that REALLY something Marinette needs to be praised and made out into a saint for? Cause that's beyond pathetic, even downside offensive at this point

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At this point, I think the show could show Marinette successfully wiping her ass and the stans would praise her for how talented she is. Everything Marinette does has to be the most amazing show of skill or the most kindhearted thing anyone has ever done in the stans’ eyes because the pedestal they’ve built for Marinette has grown so insanely tall. At this point, there’s nothing she could do that would break that illusion of perfection, I think. Even if she had kept those rings, the stans would have defended her noble decision to keep Adrien safe from people who’d take advantage of him, like Marinette herself hasn’t been taking advantage of him for free therapy for as long as they’ve been dating, no remote controls needed.

And that’s the thing with Marinette not keeping Adrien’s remote control; she doesn’t need it for Adrien to do whatever she wants. Adrien is so dependent on her that his life’s goal is just to be with her. Marinette knows Adrien is completely devoted to her, it's why she was so willing to send Zoé to confess her love to Adrien, because she knew Adrien would refuse Zoé and stay with her instead. Marinette gave up nothing when she gave those rings to Adrien, her control over him is still absolute.

Meanwhile, the fandom is celebrating and romanticizing this shit. I have seen more than one person consider Marinette giving those rings to Adrien to be like a proposal/promise ring situation, where Marinette doing the bare minimum of giving the sapient mind control robot servant his remote control is treated as an ultimate gesture of love. Because truly Marinette must love Adrien if, instead of ordering him to please every single one of her whims and needs, she grants him the magnificent honor of choosing to do so instead, while already knowing he will. How loving, how caring, how selfless.

Please ignore the reality that this entire setup relies on Marinette keeping guard over Adrien and his amoks indefinitely, because Adrien lacks the knowledge to do so himself. Please ignore the reality that, if Adrien, Marinette or both ever fell out of love and ended the relationship, Adrien would be left incredibly vulnerable because he doesn’t know about the rings being amoks. Marinette is counting on Adrien staying with her for the rest of his life, because she’s taken conservatorship over him and his free will. She has made it her job to be her boyfriend’s keeper.

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One thing I’ve always been confused about is how akuma actually work. In stormy weather they are treated like a horror movie trope, able to stop an elevator, cause lights to flicker and squeeze thru the doors to get to their victim. Aurora sees it coming and is terrified of it.

There’s a few other episodes where people see the akuma and try to avoid it but nothing on that level. Most of the time it seems like no one notices them and it just quietly possesses any item it touches

Then there are also times where the akuma can be trapped like in Sabrina’s suit case and it can’t get out or possess anything.

It also seems like they can get anywhere they want fairly quickly, but s5 adds them teleporting via the horse for some reason? Like travel time was never an issue before.

How would you treat the akuma in your version?

Also while on the rant, why does everyone know they are called Akuma? In the Paris special it seems they are called Komiko… so wouldn’t Tiki and Plagg assume they were still called that? Why do they have a unique name for the evil version and why are they Japanese words for the Chinese miracle box?

Akumas are whatever the story needs them to be for the current episode. There are very few clear limits or logic to them. The only thing that stays consistent is that the akuma possesses an object, gets released once the object is broken (though what that means can change), and that the ladybug of the day needs to purify the released akuma.

Those basic elements aren't actually bad and, as I've previously mentioned, I'm not too judgmental about how OP the butterfly's power is. Does it raise a lot of question like, "why can't you use this to heal your wife?" Yes! But this is a formula show where every episode has to have a fight, so I'm willing to give them some grace and accept that the butterfly is only OP because that's how the fights stay interesting. In a more serious show, the butterfly would be heavily nerfed.

There are still things that I'm critical of, though! Things canon never should have done, so let's focus on that.

1. Akumatized objects should function like a miraculous. It has to be on you to transform you. You drop it, you detransform. None of this hiding it somewhere BS. Could even lead to cool plots like someone picking up a seemingly innocent item and BAM akuma trap!

2. The butterflies should be magical constructs. None of this needing a real butterfly nonsense. What even is that? What do you do if you don't have a butterfly on you? Can you use any butterfly? I have questions...

3. There should not be a different word for a good akuma as that also raises a lot of question. Just have the power be what it is and let the good/bad element come from how the power is used.

4. Make clear rules around where the butterflies can go, how possession works, and how powers are assigned. I'm okay with the butterflies being able to touch things without possessing them or even being able to be trapped, but when that happens, the butterfly holder should be able to dismiss them and try again. Also, when the akuma goes out of range, it should dissipate. It shouldn't be able to go rouge like we saw in Startrain when Gabriel lost the akuma because it went to London, but Max's mom still got akumatized:

Gabriel: So, that's why I lost touch with my akuma! It's too far out of range. Nathalie: There's another problem. Adrien's class is on the train, and your son is on the passenger list! Gabriel: He's up in space! And there's nothing I can do.

This is so clearly done for plot and not because of logical world building. Of course, the show undoes this in season five where Intuition has Gabriel akumatize a spaceship in an episode that's a direct followup to the events of Startrain re Max's mom, so this is basically inexcusable:

Monarch: How fortunate that an artificial intelligence can suffer so much. (corrupts a butterfly into a Megakuma) Voyage, my Megakuma! (creates a portal, teleporting his Megakuma to space to akumatize A.D.A. in her core) Bugfighter. I am Monarch. The only reason Cosmobug wants to help you is so humans can test you again and again, even if it means losing more pilots.

5. I would personally make the magical construct butterflies invisible because they move so slowly that it does seem like something people should be able to avoid. We even see that happen when the show wants to go there with things like Marinette running away from one. That just raises too many questions about why people aren't always on the lookout for these things. Between that and the akumas getting trapped in other episodes, the fact that anyone gets possessed seems hard to believe.

All of these changes would means that you have to scrap a few story ideas, but that's just how good lore works. It limits you just like gravity limits you. It's how worlds feel real.

Why are they Japanese words for the Chinese miracle box?

Why is the Chinese miracle box guarded by Tibetan monks? Why are the two most powerful miraculous in the box - the only ones we see for most of season one - based on western lore? Why does Kagami wander around in a Japanese school girl outfit even though she lives in France while her mom sticks to highly traditional clothing instead of business suits? It's because these writers seem to think that Asian things are just a cool aesthetic that can be thrown into a story to make it look/feel cool with no real thought of deeper meanings or cultural origin.

As always, I will remind you am not part of these cultures nor have I studied them extensively, so it's always possible that there's something that I missed and canon is somehow fine, but I've yet to see anyone make that argument. In fact, the more I learn, the more I judge canon and feel deeply uncomfortable with the way various Asian cultures have been represented.

[kame-writes]

The heavenly Seraphim (Hazbin Hotel - Azrael!Alastor AU)

Card boarder made by StaticStarDoll

Info on all the Seraphim (Including Sera and Emily) below

Sera: The high Seraphim

Female presenting she/her

Sera is the Seraphim who deals with most matters regarding the running of heaven. She precides over the Angelic council which handles most of the rules and guidelines citizens must follow.

She often has the final say if the Senate of Seraphims can not reach a majority decision.

She is also the authority that all human souls must answer to, and runs the main city where they precide.

Emily: The Seraphim of Joy

Female presenting she/her

Emily's job is to make sure all heavenly human souls are happy and content. She is the one who spends most of her time with Winners, talking and trying to make sure every soul sees her as a friend. They can trust her to always have their best interests at heart.

She works closely with both Rapheal and Sera, acting as a liaison between the human souls, heavenborn, and the seraphim. She passes on any concerns that people may have and suggests ways to improve their lives.

Micheal: The sword of Heaven

Male presenting he/him

Micheal was the Seraphim who was closest to Lucifer, the two being inseparable until the creation of Edan took Lucifers full attention.

He was the one who personally enforced Lucifers exile, casting him out for betraying heaven for the sake of humans. Because of this, he has a huge chip on his shoulder when it comes to any mention of Luicfer.

Feeling scorned and betrayed on a far more personal level than any other member of the heavenly host, his pride and temper make him very biased when it comes to matters of Lucifer's realm and people.

He is very protective of heaven, intending to make sure another event like the one that released evil onto the world never occurs again.

He is the leader of heaven's official army, maintaining the safety and protection of all heavenborn and human souls under their jurisdiction.

Raphael: The healer

Male presenting he/him

Raphael is responsible for keeping all citizens of Heaven healthy and cared for. He works closely with Emily to make sure everyone receives any help they may need.

Even the virtuous souls of Hevean have things from their life that may weigh on their soul, and he ensures they have a safe space and the tools to come to terms with difficult situations and memories.

He is also in charge of the cherubim and guardian angels, making him one of the only ones who can permit heavenborn under him to visit the living world.

C.H.E.R.U.B. had permission from him to conduct their buisness. They were only permitted to vist souls that were destined for hell, to give them a second chance to turn their lives around and join their loved ones in Heaven. He was devastated by what happened with them.

Gabriel: The messenger

Genderfluid - presents differently depending on mood he/they/she

Gabriel is the only Seraphim who is allowed to appear directly to humans in the living world. He is also the one who blesses humans and steers important people on the right track.

He works closely with Uriel, who directs him to people who are destined to achieve greatness, but may may need a guiding hand to achieve it.

He is in constant vigil over humanity, able to sense both the most currupt, and most pure souls.

Of all the Seraphim, he is the one who has embraced human culture the most. Fascinated by the advancements they've made, and the creative solutions they come up with.

Unlike the majority of the Seraphim, Gabriel is of the opinion that evil has just as much a place in humanity as good does, that darkness is needed to emphasize the light. He often weighs the pros and cons of any situation, being one of the least biased of the heavenly host, and always willing to hear and weigh both sides of an argument.

Uriel: The eyes of heaven

Non binary they/them

Uriel very rarely interacts with heavenborn or human souls, keeping to themselves and mostly communicating only with their fellow Seraphim.

They are able to read the stars for prophecies, spending most of their time studying their movements and patterns.

Their prophecies and premonitions are something even they don't fully understand.

Though they can deliberately see into the future for certain events by entering a trance like state, it is not guaranteed for them to be successful if they try to force it.

Most of their visions are for humanity, of events that will shape them. They pass these onto Gabriel, who ensures that they happen as they've been fortold.

Their gift is one of the only reliable sources for what God intends to happen. Though they are often vauge and up for interpretation.

Their main priorities is in shaping humanity into what God designed them for. Not taking as much interest in the heavenborn, but in the human souls that make it both to heaven and hell.

On extremely rare occasions, they will get a premonition about Hell. Because of this, they are one of the few Seraphim that will contact Azrael to communicate their concerns.

They are very patient, non confrontational, and happy in their own solitude. Despite this, they have a talent for mediating disputes between the other Seraphim in a fair and calm way, not liking seeing them fighting amongst themselves.

Azrael: The unbound

Male presenting he/him

Also known as the Angel of death, mostly among human souls.

Azraels job is to maintain purgatory, a liminal realm between living and death. All the roads Souls must walk to be sorted into their respective afterlives reside in his domain.

The whole situation is mostly automated, but he is required to interfere the rare tomes when a restless soul tries to resist their chosen path.

Purgatory is also a place for souls who have no place in either heaven or hell. He is able to drag souls to this realm himself, which he does as a form of exile.

Not being bound to heaven, Hell, or the living world, he is able to freely travel between them at his leisure. Despite this, he does not appear as himself to living humans, often being completely unseen by them. On the rare occasion he's made contact with a living soul, he has to don a mortal disguise.

Lucifer: The dreamer The fallen

Male presenting he/him

Most commonly referred to as the morning star. He was previously referred to as 'heaven's brightest' and 'The light of heaven'.

Lucifer was a visionary in heaven, blessed with unlimited creativity and the power to manifest the beautiful things in his mind.

When Edan was created, he became infatuated with this brand new world and life that resided there. Despite warnings from his fellow Seraphim to not get too involved, none of which was louder than Micheal, Lucifer would often visit the first humans in the garden.

Lucifers relationship with the humans was taboo even before his exile. He was blamed for why Adam and Lilith had such a rift between then, despite him only becoming involved with Lilith after seeing how unhappy she was.

Despite his exile, he is still considered a Seraphim, and has a seat in the Senate that remains empty, as a reminder to them all that even Seraphim are not above repercussions for their actions.

Because of his calm and fair demeanour, he is unofficially recognised as the second most authoritative Seraphim after Sera, a fact that Michael resents, feeling like that role should go to him.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

could you write a little something about Rowan x reader where reader is Lorcan’s little sister

It’s been a hot minute since we stepped into tog’s universe…

Part II

The light we cannot see

You were the only source of light in life that Lorcan had. He had given up on life, on the right thing, on the fact that there could be good things gracing this land. But every time the last drop of light was threatened to be snuffed out, you brought it back. You held onto it with both hands. Your love was what kept him fighting. What kept him getting out of bed. His little dark-haired sister. A promise of danger with the kindness of heart.

“Anyone’s up for seconds?”, your voice fills the side dining room, pot slung on your hip as you strolled in. Maeve as much as she used them wasn’t the dine-with-me type so even her closest ate away from her chambers. “When they are coming from your hands, always”, Fenrys chirped, “I would eat poison from you”, he throws you a wink as you scoop another portion of stew into his bowl while rolling your eyes. “Careful, dreams come true”, Lorcan grunted, eyes fixed on the white wolf. Whose purpose in life seemed to be pissing Lorcan off. “I can shove it down your throat”, the table grew still, the threats didn’t surprise anyone by now but Lorcan’s sharp tone still made everyone halt. “Just joking, man. Y/n tell him that I’ve been behaving”, Fenrys pleaded making you chuckle, “I don’t know, have you?” The table echoed with laughter. “Don’t push me into the flames, love”, the white wolf clenched at his heart before turning his attention back to his food. But it was your hand that Lorcan’s eyes fell on. How it lingered on Rowan’s shoulders as you walked past him. How Rowan looked up. A strange sort of longing burning in his gaze. Lorcan lowered his spoon. Assessing eyes drinking you both in. And here it was the quickly shared looks, the slight nods. It couldn’t possibly be…

The rules applied to everyone. No one could come close to you. He wouldn’t allow it. They were all murderers. All were chained to a sadist who was willing and ready to do anything to break them. You were already hung up in front of him. You were already in danger because you shared blood with him and Lorcan hated himself for it. But to add another target on your back. To chain you to another person. To give her a reason to flung you around like a makeshift weapon. No, he wasn’t gonna allow it.

“You know you might just stare straight through the door if you keep glaring at it so hard”, Gabriel’s voice filled Lorcan’s ears as he blinked. He hadn’t even realized that he had zoned out. That you had left the room. “Have you…”, he cuts himself off, debating slightly as if he could voice his inner monologue, “Have you seen anything suspicious lately?” The older male shoots the darkness wielder a look. “As in threats in the city? No, it’s been calm down there”, Gavriel dabs at his lips with a napkin. Lorcan shakes his head, “Here, in the house. Have you noticed things… shifting”. “Lorcan be straight with it”, Gavriel states firmly, “You train Y/n, have you noticed anything strange”, he’s not sure why he stirs the conversation there but that’s where his mind takes him, and now that he’s grasping at nothing, he can use any detail.

“I wouldn’t be able to tell you”, the lion shrugs, making Lorcan shoot him a look of his own. “Maeve, shifting my guard times, Rowan is training with Y/n now. From what I’ve heard it’s going great”, he says it so casually as if he doesn’t seem to grasp the importance of the information he just shared. Not to mention that with everyone still being mid-meal Rowan gets up, waffling something about refilling the wine jugs. “I bet it is”, Lorcan watches him leave, “I bet it’s going wonderfully”, clamping his jaw he manages to take five breaths before he’s pushing his chair back.

A big part of him is hoping he would see just that. Just Rowan filling up the jugs. With you far away from him. He thinks about striding in. Making a big scene. But he halts, turning to the side pantry instead. Cracking the door ajar ever so slightly. “I can’t stay for long, too many men in the main hall”, Rowan mutters, brushing a strand of your black hair away and off your shoulders. “I was promised a night together”, you muse crossing your arms over your chest. “And I will keep my promise. Have I given you reason to doubt my promises before”, Rowan steps forward, a smile on his face. Your hands snake around his neck as you pull him in closer. “Maybe I need a reminder”, you hum, the mischievous eyes gleaming. “Is that so?”, Rowan tries to hide his smirk as he leans closer, “Let me remind you then”.

But his lips never meet yours and when you open your eyes it’s to him being pushed to the other side of the kitchen. “Lorcan”, you rasp out, moving to get closer to your older brother. Who had smashed a jug on his way, its shard now pressing against Rowan’s throat. “You lying filthy bastard”, he grits through his teeth, “The silent pig does dig the sweetest of crops, doesn’t it”. But Rowan’s gaze doesn’t falter. “Lor, I can explain”, you tug at his arm, “This doesn’t have to be this way”, you plead.

“What happened to us not having secrets, hmm?”, his angry gaze crashes into you. “I was gonna tell you”, you whine, “I was, I just didn’t want…”, “When”, he cuts you off, “Tell me when? when he screwed you pregnant and left you by some in to venture for yourself?”, his words make you stagger back. You can see the regret painting his features. But it was too late the words had met their mark. “Yn”, Lorcan breathes out, pushing off Rowan as he turns to you. You shake him off, moving across the kitchen. “I didn’t…”, “Save it. I heard you loud and clear”, you bite back, “I’m honored that you think so highly of your family”, you pull your apron off, throwing it on the table before yanking the patio door open. “Nice one”, Rowan chuckles bitterly from behind him, “You know, for someone who swore to protect her, you’re doing mighty shit work”. The males come face to face. And for the first time in a while, Lorcan realizes that maybe he doesn’t know the soldier fighting alongside him. “I should crush you beneath my feet”, Lorcan growls. “By all means”, Rowan is quick to stand even taller, “Just then you might find yourself utterly lonely in this bleak world”. His words jab Lorcan harder than any blade could. “Now if you excuse me, I have a crying partner to console, her brother is a jackass”, and with that he’s pushing past Lorcan, hitting his shoulder as he moves forward. Leaving Lorcan to stand on his own.