#lolly luck

[alexsfictionaddiction]

Review: Lolly Luck by Ellie Daines

I believe that this is a reprinted, rejacketed version of a book that was first published in 2012. I'd never heard of Lolly Luck until I got accepted for this gorgeous new edition but I thought the premise of a perpetually lucky girl sounded really interesting.

Lolly always wins games and competitions and it just so happens that Luck is her surname! But when her dad loses his job and their home, she overhears a devastating family secret that will make her look at everything a bit differently.

At times the writing style reminded me of late 1990s/early 2000s Jacqueline Wilson books that I devoured as a tween. Ellie Daines has the ability to paint warm, nostalgic, recognisable family home scenes that reminded me so much of the books I loved as a kid. Due to that, I had a really good time getting to know Lolly and her family and friends.

Lolly's parents are always arguing, so of course, I saw the inevitable happening. What I didn't expect was the secret that came out. Of course, I'm not going to talk about it here but it seemed so left field and sent the book on a course that I really didn't expect it to. To be honest, I'm not sure whether that's necessarily a positive in what was supposed to be a relatively easy, cosy children's story!

Her dad angered me at several points. I understand firsthand what it's like to lose a job unexpectedly but I always managed to keep my compassion for the people whose faults it wasn't. He fails at this many times. The thing is, I couldn't work out whether I was supposed to villify him, as he is such a tragic, hopeless character. Was I supposed to extend my sympathy far enough to forgive him for standing up his wife and apparently being too busy to tell her he wasn't showing up?

However, Lolly's mum also made my blood boil. The sentences she hurled during arguments with her clearly depressed husband were quite frankly shocking. She may well be the most unempathetic mother I've ever read in a children's book and the crazy thing is that again, I'm not sure I was supposed to read her that way! When the secret came out, I disliked her even more and simply couldn't understand any of her decisions.

Lolly Luck is an interesting book to read and review, certainly as an adult. I did fall in love with Lolly, despite her occasional rudeness but I could mostly understand that. However, her parents were both horrendous people and the ending all felt a bit rushed. I'd have liked the story to have had more depth and detail but I get that it can be hard to pitch that right in children's books.

[catfishofoldin99colours]

potentially this is just Me but nothing makes me feel more foolish than trying to put together a gift for someone I have a secret crush on

[typemoonconfessions]

[lolliepops-rox]

18, 27 for the music thing

A song from the year that you were born

Little Things by Good Charlotte

A song that breaks your heart

Last Hope by Paramore

[hansslut]

she said she love my lolly ೀ ׅ ۫ 🎸. ㅇ

cw. 80s bassist transmasc nat, mean!dom!nat, switch!gn r, backstage blowjob?, hair pulling, dirty talk, exhibitionism???

wc. 335

pushing you down on your knees and grabbing your hair, nat pulled his boxers to the side, revealing his hardening length. "are you fucking stupid? i don't have all day, c'mon" he spoke, his voice raspy, smirking as he saw you looking at his tdick mesmerized and squeezing your thighs together, making him wish he could stay and watch you admire his body but— he had a concert in less than 20 mins.

as you snapped out of it, you immediately took his tdick in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and bobbing your head, wanting to taste every inch of him. throwing his head back, he let out deep groans, bucking his hips into your touch while grasping on the sides of a random speaker he was sitting at to stabilise himself.

you whimpered as you heard his groans, the vibrations causing nat to gasp. "fuck, taking me so good" he looked down at you and pulled on your hair harder with his calloused fingers, hoping you whimper on his cock again— and you did.

pathetic whimpers escaped from your lips again as you sucked harder, making the bassist chuckle before his mouth hung open, feeling himself nearing his climax and you knew it as you saw how his hips started grinding against your face, making you choke on his cock, your drool falling on his black leather pants.

"yeah, gag on my dick like that, bitch" he emphasized every word with a harsh thrust of his hips. looking up at him with doe eyes, you shoved two fingers in his boycunt, feeling him clench around you immediately, getting your fingers soaked in no time as he came.

smiling and heavy breathy, he gave you a kiss before pulling his pants up with a jump and just in time, his manager came in to tell him that he has to go. "bye baby, good luck out there" you hugged him tightly before whispering in his ear. "just wait until we get back home".

[toomuchracket]

ice lollies (barista!matty x reader smut)

once again, summer75. he is so dirty in this lol. and dominant! enjoy <3

“i swear to fucking god, cookie, you make a fucking sound and you won't cum for a week. got it?”

you nod frantically, looking up at matty with the biggest doe eyes you can muster. he rolls his in response, spinning you away from him and roughly bending you over; you smile to yourself as you hear him undo his belt, bracing your arms on the wall of the building - as best you can, given that the brickwork is slippy with moss - and wincing when your boyfriend flips up your sundress and spanks you, hard. when you successfully stay silent, other than a sharp intake of breath when his hand makes contact, matty hums approvingly. “so you can behave,” he all but sneers, voice dripping with condescension. “wasn't so sure after your little stunt with the ice lolly in there, you know? sucking on it like that, looking at me like that, getting me all worked up while i'm just trying to do my fucking job. desperate little slut.”

the combination of the memory and degradation sends goosebumps skittering up your arms and slick into your underwear. while he pays no notice to the former, matty definitely notices the latter, pressing his fingers against the damp silk as if he's trying to fuck you through it and chuckling mirthlessly when you writhe silently in response. “turns you on when i call you a slut, doesn't it? well, you're in luck, cookie,” he yanks your panties down so quickly you wouldn't be surprised if your skin scraped. “because i'm going to fuck you like one, too.”

before you even have time to react, he's buried inside you to the hilt, giving you even less time to adjust before his hips begin to quickly snap into yours. the sound of skin hitting skin is obscene, filthiness heightened by the additional sounds of the main street mere metres away at the end of the alleyway. the two of you are hidden from view by a wooden bin store, and really nobody ever comes out here except matty on his smoke breaks, anyway, so the likelihood of getting caught in flagrante delicto like this is almost nonexistent, but just the thrill that you might if you're not careful is really, really hot. you wonder if matty feels the same - he's certainly fucking you a lot more enthusiastically than usual (which is really saying something), hands clutching your hips so hard that bruises are definitely inevitable, but that might just be because he's so pissed off at your actions in the coffee shop.

either way, you're getting what you wanted.

a particularly pointed thrust has your back arching, so much that you can actually see matty behind you. he groans at the sight of you, all half-closed eyes and quivering jaw, reaching a big hand around and wrapping it around your neck; next thing you know, you're standing almost straight, head against your boyfriend's shoulder as he continues to piston his hips into you. “can't believe you're getting off to this, getting fucked in an alley like a cheap whore,” he murmurs into your ear, voice low and sexy and going directly to your cunt. “fucking ruined you, haven't i, gorgeous? made you so needy for my cock you'll bend over for me in the street in broad daylight? good grief,” he tuts, the smirk on his face audible even in his onomatopoeic sounds. “s'a proper shame you're not going into work after this, you know? would've enjoyed sending you wobbling back into the office with your neck all marked and my cum dripping out of that pretty cunt of yours, cookie, would've really enjoyed it. s'pose i'll just have to do that another time, yeah?”

jesus fucking christ.

your breath comes out in shakes, partially from how just how brutally you're being fucked, but mostly from the dirty talk. rolling your head back even further onto matty's shoulder, you look up at him dazedly - he smirks, and only then do you register that your lips are silently forming the word “please” practically of their own accord. “oh, you want that too, cookie? wanna be my little cumslut?” he coos, two fingers sliding up your neck and hooking between your bitten-red lips, pulling your jaw down so he can spit in your open mouth and shove your chin to close it again; his eyes lock onto your throat, and he beams when he sees it swallow. “fuck, you're filthy. maybe i'll need to fill up all those pretty holes of yours before sending you into work, hmm? one after the other, until you can't move, can't talk, can't think without remembering me inside you. what do you think, gorgeous, you like the sound of that?”

you clench around him, vice-tight, and he huffs out a laugh. “yeah, course you fuckin do. getting off to the thought of it right now, aren't you?”

even if you were allowed to talk, that question would be rhetorical. matty knows your body like the back of his hand, knows exactly how to get you off, knows exactly what the signs of your orgasms are - laboured breaths, eyes fluttering closed, jaw dropping open, cunt tightening around him, manicured hands clutching at any part of his body you can reach. today, the choice for the latter is the back of his neck, your arm carelessly thrown behind you in search of him; it's a way to stay grounded through the intense pleasure you know is imminent, but also a means of keeping matty close while he fucks you towards that climax, and you can tell he's also getting close to the edge because he doesn't rip the piss out of you for actually doing that.

that, and the way his façade of complete control slips as he gets lost in pleasure, dirty talk switching out in favour of broken whines. “oh, fuck, i need you to cum for me, cookie,” he moans into your temple, hips beginning to fall out of rhythm but still keeping tempo. “need to feel that pretty cunt cum so i can fill it up like it deserves, yeah? come on, gorgeous, please.”

after everything, it's the plea that does it. you fall apart around him, literally falling forward onto your arms against the cold wall, panting as matty slams his hips into you for the final time as he cums; once he's done redecorating your insides, his forehead meets the nape of your neck, both of you panting and recovering together while london rages on in the background.

a minute or two (or five) later, you go to straighten up - matty helps you, big hand on your stomach guiding you, and you hum happily when he hugs you. “thank you, angel,” your voice is scratchy with underuse. “sorry i was a brat.”

matty laughs, tired. “apology accepted, cookie. was it as good as you hoped it would be?”

“so much better,” you bring his hand to your lips. “fucking roasting now, though. maybe i could have an ice lolly to cool me down?”

“oh, fuck off.”

[pupsmailbox]

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[pekoehoneyncream]

Ghoaptober # 6

Prompt: Meal/Food

Words: 1000~

TW: None (sfw)

This version of Ghoaptober was created by @spadesandshovels

I gave you short and sad yesterday, but today you get short and sweet!

I don't know if y'all have seen that video of the soldiers getting yelled at for ordering pizza delivered to their camp, or that post about the lady that grew up way out in the country and only got ice-cream from a truck when it got very very lost. but this entry is inspired by both of those.

Enjoy!

Soap was slumped into the couch in the officer’s recreation room, watching Gaz swear at the telly as he ran his horse into the train for the umpteenth time and had to restart the mission again. Between Gaz fervently damning all of John Marston’s ancestors and the secondhand xbox 360 doing its best impression of an overboiling pot, the sounds of an escalating commotion beyond the door was almost completely negligible, and Soap was willing to play deaf to the few shouts that eked their way in. 

What he couldn’t ignore was Price busting in through the door muttering about idiotic fools. Now Price muttering to himself was perfectly normal, par for the course, nothing to take note of, what was decidedly abnormal was the Fab ice lolly that was dripping over his fingers while he did it. 

“Cap?” Soap’s vaguely disturbed truncated question stole Gaz’s attention away from shooting the train goers and, upon turning around, he too was immediately captivated by the incongruent sight of Captain John Price glaring at them while struggling to contain a rapidly liquifying lolly. 

“While on gate duty, Private Johnson dared Private Gilligan to stop an ice-cream van that was going by and the fucker actually did it. The front’s a madhouse.” Price reluctantly gruffed out to the two goggle eyed Sergeants staring him down. 

In the next moment Price was alone in the room with a screen heralding 'DEAD' in bold red letters. 

Gaz and Soap shoved at each other as they raced through the halls to the front of the base, joining a crush of other like minded soldiers. True to Price’s word the front gates were pure mayhem, save for the strangely orderly queue leading up to the Mr Softee van proper. Every soul with any kind of rank was abusing it to their best advantage to force every other unlucky sod to stand down and move back in the queue. Soap and Gaz were in luck as talking to the older lady leaning out of the van’s window was Warrant Officer Evans. The Sergeants sidled up to the queue and followed their fellow’s leads by staring down Corporal Winslow until she obediently let them cut in front of her. Evans walked away from the van with a cherry screwball and the Sergeants stepped up to the window.

“I’ve only one cone left, lads,” The woman running the van warned them, leaning down and speaking up to be heard over the orderly chaos behind them and the tinny repeating jingle blaring from the top of the van, Gaz shot a possessive look at Soap and the Scot waved him on.

“Could I get a ninety-nine flake, please?”  Gaz got a smile for his nice manners and the woman turned to Soap,

“And for you, Lovie?” Her voice was kindly, but blunt with a no-nonsense manner,

“Ah’ll ha’e an oyster delight, an’ a strawberry swirl wi’ caramel sauce in a doubled cup wi’ an extra spoon, please.” Soap answered, feeling like he now knew why the van’s queue was so orderly. Likely the woman, Florence, her name tag read, had just refused to serve anyone that hadn’t politely queued up. 

“Lovely,” Florence bustled about in the van, handing the treats out the window as she finished them, “That’ll be nine pound fifty,”

Before Soap could think through how best to juggle his ice-creams into one hand to dig his wallet out of his pockets, Gaz had already paid and casually walked away, licking at his cone and casting smug looks back at Soap as he scrambled to catch up. 

“Ye didnae ha’e tae pay, Ky,” Soap complained, “Ah’ve mah own money,”

“Then be faster, Tav,” Gaz teased, “I’m a tenner poorer now, I’ll be out on the streets by Monday, livin’ out of a box.” 

“Get tae fuck, ye loony. Least ye’d ha’e y’ur own room” Soap laughed,

“You’ve a good point," Gaz nodded along, "Could be worse. Could be shared barracks,”

Soap felt something cold slither over his fingers and picked up his pace with a curse, the ice-cream was melting in sticky trails over the sides of its wrappings.

Why did the running track have to be so far away. 

With Gaz jogging amiably along in his wake, Soap hustled over to where Ghost was shouting constructive abuse at the rookies panting their way around the course.

“L.T! Ah got ye some’hing,” Soap smiled as Ghost’s lovely calf brown eyes swung their glare unto him, passing over the oyster delight and peaceably ignoring his Lieutenant’s unchanged expression of flat ire. 

He pulled the extra cup off the bottom of his and extracted the second spoon from his strawberry swirl, popping it into his mouth to clean the taint of caramel off it, then handing both over to Ghost. 

Ghost extracted his oyster delight from the napkins mummifying it and dumped it into the bowl, stabbing the oddly flat spoon through an edge to make sure the utensil wouldn't fall out while he one handedly rolled his balaclava up past his nose. All this being accomplished in an unwavering deadpan manner. 

Soap watched Ghost take his first spoonful of ice-cream, then started in on his own. Getting a kick out of the grabbag of baffled, jealous, or resigned expressions that warped the rookies faces as they paced by them and caught sight of their superiour’s new preoccupation. He knew that it would take Ghost a good ten minutes to finish his treat, his teeth too sensitive to the cold to eat it any faster. Unlike Gaz, who had scarfed his and was now panting his way through a self-inflicted ice-cream headache. 

“Thanks, Johnny.” Ghost’s quiet rumble whipped Soap’s attention away from Sideshow Garrick and the Scot beamed up at him.

“O’ course L.T! Was nae bother, dinnae fash yersel’,” Soap assured with a smile, bumping his shoulder against Ghost’s, 

“Of course it wasn’t a bother,” Gaz griped, “I paid for it!”

Ghost raised an eyebrow at Gaz, then faced front again repeating, “Thanks, Johnny,” in the flattest tone he could manage. Carefully hiding the smile that hooked at the corners of his mouth when Gaz’s exaggerated spluttering sent Johnny cackling.

Thank You for Reading!

This one also required an absurd amount of research as I tried to figure out what the hell British ice-cream trucks could feasibly sell, and if scots have some slang word for them, they do. They apparently call an ice-cream cone a 'pokey hat'. A delightful discovery that I had to share as it didn't make it into the story.

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[kkatastrophic]

Pregame Rant:

I can just imagine Tsumugi monitoring the pregame contestants for ideas for V3 like omg this would be such a hilarious concept.

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Shuichi sitting alone in his apartment eating 2 minute ramen at 2am bsking in the blue glow of his television, which is the only light coming from his dimly lit apartment.

He's watching an old replay of the SDR2 season of Danganronpa. With a sigh he turns the volume up on the chapter 2 trial. After getting up to the section of "Please Peko... don't go! I need you!" (Fuyuhiko says this to Peko) Shuichi has tears in his eyes at the sentiment.

Tsumugi gets an idea, and crafts Kaede to be his closest ally in the Killing Game. (aside from Kaito and Maki, but that only happens after Kaede dies) So she gives them a similar fate, bringing extra despair to Shuichi who has this intense feeling of Deja Vu as he watches Kaede get executed. It's like he's seen it before somewhere... but he just can't place where...

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Also I love the idea that danganronpa merch exists too. Idc how fictional it is, it's the biggest show in the world! Vending machines have been replaced with monomono machines, there are drinks dedicated to characters at starbucks, there are novelty snacks and limited edition soda cans.

I mean c'mon I'd want a red soft drink called "blood lust fever" with a scissor icon on the front. That'd be hella awesome! Or what about "Junko Enoshima's Junk Food Dash!" with gummy lollies representing differet ultimate talents (Monokuma for despair, green clover for luck, magnifying glass for detective).

I'd love to imagine that there are also protests when a loved character dies.

"danganronpa season 2 airing soon!!" and then as soon as Byakuya Togami dies the ultimate byakuya fan literally riots at the unfairness of it.

Or even the Sayaka Shrine being a real thing in-universe. Komaru Naegi escapes Towa city and goes somewhere else and as she walks into the house noticed that his brother's dead crush has photos plastered all over the wall. The house has been long abandoned but the photos somehow still stand. Toko, completely freaked out by this quickly rushes Komaru out before questions can be asked about "who's that girl" and "what happened to her?" and "is she an ultimate student like you, Toko?"

Like I don't care how bad the apocalypse was that Junko caused, there has to be a coping mechanism for these people like this.

[george228732]

Hi, Fylass! What’s your most favourite season/time of year? Good luck in the tournament! Oh, and would you like an ice lolly?

- from Cosmo @poppybros-jr

Autumn!!!

Dad and I often go out to Planet Earthfall to enjoy the orange leaves...

Also thank you so much for the popsicle!

@kirbyoctournament

[danpuff-ao3]

Self-Recs 2024

A little self-rec list for what I wrote this year.

WIPs

smile with sweet surprise

Harry/Severus. Lily/Severus. Rated: E. Chapters: 4/5. Words: 17,760. Stepdad Snape. Pseudo incest. Infidelity.

Harry is barely sixteen. Had barely blown out his candle when Severus kissed him.

Wasted for Love

Harry/Severus. Hermione/Harry/Ron. Rated: E. Chapters: 9/25. Words: 25,435. Polyamory. Closed triad. Fidelity issues. Domestic bliss. Developing relationship. Angst & feels.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione are living happily ever after 5 years after the war. That is until the Prince returns, and with him all of the turmoil and temptation from the past.

Sugar, Honey

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Chapters: 8/?. Words: 21,926. Sugar Daddy Harry. Sugar Baby Snape. Bottom Snape.

Severus Snape has been down on his luck since the war ended. Enter: Harry Potter. With no other causes to occupy his time, he makes Severus an offer he can't refuse; but Severus can't help but wonder: what is it the boy really wants?

Hopes of the Heart

Harriet/Severus. Rated: E. Chapters: 3/?. Words: 22,074. Female Harry Potter. Pregnancy. Angst. Student/teacher. Harriet Potter is busy her sixth year of Hogwarts. She has lessons and Quidditch and tasks and a war to fight. She's also pregnant.

Completed

Good Daddy

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 2,639. Daddy kink. Praise kink.

Severus is nice. Sometimes.

Heartstop Lollipop

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 400. Student/teacher. Valentine's Day.

Harry eats a lolly in class.

The Forbidden Fruit

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 7,060. Check AO3 for warnings.

Severus is obsessed with the Dark Lord's young heir.

The Whispers in Your Eyes

Harriet/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 15,703. Infidelity. Past underage. Past student/teacher. Angst. Dysfunctional relationships. Ambiguous/open ending. Female Harry.

Severus Snape wants revenge for his broken heart. Harriet Potter wants revenge for his revenge. Naturally, matters escalate.

The First Date

Harry/Severine. Rated: E. Words: 11,178. Female Severus. Blind date. First time.

Harry hasn't seen Severine Snape since the trials 7 years ago. Now, she's his date.

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

Hyacinth/Sulpicia. Rated: E. Words: 11,875. Female Harry. Female Snape. Hanahaki Disease. Language of flowers. Case fic.

There's an outbreak of Hanahaki, and Curse Breaker Hyacinth Potter is brought onto the case, to work closely with the Aurors and Unspeakable Sulpicia Snape. Snape doesn't have a romantic bone in her body, and Hyacinth is happily in love with Ginny Weasley. They have nothing to worry about...right?

Spellbound

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,315. Somnophilia. Infidelity.

Has anyone ever loved and hated anyone so deeply?

The Enemy's Bed

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,985. Student/teacher. Secret relationship.

Harry has Snape wrapped around his finger.

Guilty Pleasure

Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Chapters: 2/2. Words: 2,414. Hand & foot fetish.

Harry and Severus have a date night on Harry's sofa, and they keep their secrets to themselves.

Snowfall

Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 2,433. Fluff & angst. Christmas.

Christmas at Spinner's End.

[ikleeknow]

𝑮𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔. - (bangchan)

— best friends to lovers au, fem!reader, lots of fluff!

summary: when you come over to your best friends house to simply make gingerbread houses it somehow ends in you confessing but what will happen when he finds out?

word count: 1.1k

You loved Christmas. It was the best time of the year. From decorating the Christmas tree to opening presents and eating delicious meals on Christmas Day. Your favourite part in particular was building gingerbread houses.

Gingerbread houses reminded you of your kid years, where you would laugh and giggle trying to put the gingerbread house together with your family. Decorating the house however you wanted it, icing, candy-canes, lollies. It just made you so happy making them.

So when the idea of making gingerbread houses with your best friend popped in your mind, you asked him straight away and to your luck he agreed. You quickly ran to the closet store near your apartment. Grabbing all the ingredients and snacks essential for making gingerbread houses.

Not only was the idea of making yummy gingerbread houses what made you excited but also the fact you would be doing it with Bangchan. Your best friend. You have had the fattest crush on your best friend ever since tenth grade when he stood up for you to a boy who threw his food at you, punching him and grabbing you by the wrist.

You never bring it your crush up because you thought it would ruin your relationship. The image of you confessing and him rejecting you played in your mind often. You came to the conclusion that you would rather be friends with him than not have him around at all.

When you got home from your small trip to the store, you placed the groceries on the counter and started unpacking them as quickly as you could. Grabbing bowls and plates to set the snacks and lollies on. After around 7 minutes you were done setting the table up, you grabbed your speaker and connected it to your phones, putting on Christmas songs.

Around 6 minutes later there is a soft knock on the door followed by a gentle “y/n?” You quickly rush to the door opening it up quickly with a bright smile on your face. Bangchan looked just as happy as you, wearing a bright smile and those adorable dimples you loved so much. He was wearing a grey oversized hoodie and some sweatpants. Like his outfit you were also comfy, grey sweatpants and a cute cropped top that was surprisingly comfortable.

“Channie come in!” you said excitedly quickly walking to the table you arranged up for the two of you. Chan follows behind you and stops when he sees the set up you made for him. “Did you do all this for me?” he says slowly, still amazed by the effort you put in. “Of course, I had to make sure everything was perfect!” you said excitedly, quickly clapping your hands as you look at him.

Chan was still shocked. You put in all this effort for him? The truth is that chan has has a crush on you for so long, ever since he saw you in 8th grade though he didn’t think to talk to you until he saw a boy treating you badly in tenth grade. He wishes that this wasn’t just a hangout between the two of you but a date.

“So do you want to start making them?” you ask looking into his eyes with the cutest expression, chan just wish he could kiss you so bad. The image plays in his mind. Your soft lips on his- “Channie? You ok?” you ask slightly worried. Maybe he didn’t want to do this in the first place but as if chan reads your mind he quickly speaks “oh yeah, let’s get building!”

You both take a seat and get to work. Grabbing all the first piece and taking some m&ms in your hand as well as some icing. Chan does the same thing grabbing candy-canes and lollie snacks. As you slowly decorate the piece with the icing, drawing windows and cute decorations on the gingerbread Chan struggles getting the icing out. You giggle as you look at him. “Do you need some help there Channie?” you say holding giggles in from watching him struggle. “Yes please” he says sighing. You grab the icing from his hand and bring his plate closer to you so it’s easier to reach. After a couple of attempts the icing runs smoothly onto the gingerbread. “ you make that look so easy” he says shocked by how well you were decorating the gingerbread. “Well I do this every year it comes naturally now” you tell him still focusing on the icing.

you hand chan the icing and his plate back and you both continue to work on your houses. You find yourselves singing to the Christmas songs. “All I want for Christmas is Y-you” you and chan both break into laughter at your terrible voice crack. Finally after round 10 more minutes you finish your pieces and put them all together. Slowly placing the roof onto the walls making sure not to break something.

You put one of the leftover candy-canes in your mouth and smile when you see your best friend. He has icing on his cheek. He looks so adorable, you think to yourself. Before you even can comprehend what you’re doing you are reaching over the table and rubbing the icing off his cheek. Then the words spill out of your mouth. “Gosh your so cute no wonder why I have the fattest crush on you, I mean look at yourself” you say loudly, not realising what you said until you look at him again with a confused look on his face. “Y-you like me?” he asks slowly lifting his head up to look into your eyes.

“ no! I mean y-yes but that doesn’t mean we have to date! You don’t have to like me back I-I just don’t want to lose you and..” your rambling stop when’s chans lips meet yours. The kiss is slow and and soft. Your arms wrap around his neck as he put his hands on your waist. You’re the first one to pull away. Breathless you ask him “W-what was that about?” a confused look on your face.

Chan just laughs at that, “I like you too y/n, I always have” he says still holding onto your waist, those stupidly cute dimples showing up on his face again. Before you can say anything he speaks before you “so do you want to eat the gingerbread house of not?” he says scanning your face. “You don’t have to ask”. After you both break pieces off and start eating chan breaks the silence “ y/n will you give me the please of me being your boyfriend” stop even hesitating you yell out “yes!” and you both start to giggle.

Making gingerbread houses will forever be your favourite thing but this year might be the best year. Laughing with your new boyfriend eating gingerbread houses with Christmas music playing in the background. Nothing could be better and you hope all the years to come are the same as this one.

a/n: guys I finally finished one and if I’m gonna be honest with you this is a total mess honestly I didn’t really have a main idea for this one and kinda just went with it but I promise you the other ones will be so much better! Please enjoy anyways🫶🏼🫶🏼

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Death Goes to Disco Part 1

A/N: Female reader, this was long so I'm chopping it into two chapters. This ones ah a little more... less plausible than some of my other work but bear with me okay. Also this work may be named after a (honestly banging) song but does not fit it (much) lmao. oh yeah and yer got a callsign.

Summary: Second in command in Shadow Company you're someone that Graves can trust and rely on. Yet that trust is put to the test when he follows out his orders to betray both your ally's trust.

Word count: 4505  

Warnings: Smut, angst

AO3 Masterlist Part 2

A curse left Graves's mouth as he grumbled away from Hassan. All that effort to get him, only to let him go. "Rough." You placed a hand on his shoulder. You had been silent the entire time, allowing the big fish to play.

"Two minutes, leave me alone with him for two minutes." He hissed towards you.

"That would be an act of war wouldn't it?" You hummed and felt for your pocket. Slowly you pulled out the lolly and undid it.

"Not if no one finds out about it." You stuck the lollipop in your mouth as you listened to him vent.

"At that point, I think it's just murder."

"Something people get away with on the daily."

"Want one?" You pulled it from your mouth and aimed it in his direction.

"Not today. Hate this by-the-book shit." He muttered and you shrugged.

"It be like that sometimes." The pair of you turned as you were approached. Soap, you had heard them call him.

"So who's this?" He flashed you a smile and your eyes glanced over to Ghost who hovered behind him.

"This here is my second in command. Lieutenant Co-"

"Tsk, hate it when you call me that." You aimed the candy at him and he laughed.

"Alright then, this here is Disco. Best shot I ever saw." He praised.

"I'm alright. Everyone has their bad days."

"Pleasure to meet you. You were up with tv right? Think I heard your voice once or twice." Soap had a relaxed expression on his face.

"Mm, not that I did much. I prefer my feet on solid ground." Your eyes glanced to Graves before you looked back towards Soap.

"Ah don't be like that, you're our good luck charm. Nothing goes wrong with you around." Graves slapped his hand on your shoulder and you let out a huff.

"Everyone has their bad days sir. I would say adequate planning, resources and skilful execution allowed us to do well today." When Graves went to open his mouth you cut him off. "Not your notion of good luck."

"Nothing's never gone wrong with you yet."

"Arguably that may be because you don't put me on risky work." You turned fully to face him.

"Well, you're here now."

"Would you call this work risky?" Soap's voice had you both turn to face him. You had to admit, it was a good question.

"I'd call this high consequences. Needs to be done once and done right. Speaking of, pack up Disco, we have work to do."

-

Rudy was an interesting guy had to admit. Yet he sucked at cards. The pair of you had hidden away in the corner up on top of a massive pile of crates in a hangar. "You have to be cheating." He sighed as you put your cards flat for him.

"Just lucky that's all. Got a good draw." You shrugged and pulled forwards the bullets you have been using as currency.

"What in the hell are you two doing up there?" It was Soap's voice that broke you both out of your game.

"Ah, losing horribly hermano."

"Wanna come join?" You gathered all the cards and flexed them in your hand. John paused for a moment then shrugged.

"Ah, why the hell not?" He climbed up and sat next to you. "Surprised you two don't have to get organised for the raid."

"That's gonna be at least two hours away, Shadows gotta get everything sorted out." You hummed and started to deal.

"Huh, don't you have to I don't know supervise them as a Lieutenant?"

"Nope." You popped your P. "They know what they're doing. Besides I'm more combat focused. All the transport and gear n shit isn't my area of expertise."

"Where is your expertise?" Rudy asked.

"Graves."

"Graves?" Soaps raised a brow.

"He doesn't like being told no or something can't be done. I deal with that shit. He hates hearing about problems. I deal with that. In all honesty, though, I'm no leader."

"You sound like you don't like being a Lieutenant." Rudy looked up as you sorted out the bullets.

"So far things normally go pretty well. Nothing I've been responsible for has gone wrong which means he's slowly been putting me onto a higher and higher pedestal. Not looking forward to the day it all goes to shit."

"Scared of being fired?" Soap asked and you paused and looked up from your cards to him.

"Scared for the consequences that will affect the people under my charge. Terrified for the lives that will be taken for any mistake I make. Graves was instant on promoting me." You sighed.

"If you could, where would you put yourself?" Rudy asked and he pushed forward some bullets.

"I think I'd like to go back to when I was a Sergeant. High enough for my opinion to matter but lower enough to not have that pressure."

"Is that what being a Sergeant for Graves is like?" Rudy asked.

"Oh- no that was um before I started working for Graves."

"You were in the Military before going to Shadow Company? He pays that well?"

"It was never about the money. I lost a lot of friends and needed a change of scenery. Eventually, I'll go back, when the time is right."

"I'm sorry for your loss. It's never easy." Soap offered.

"It's part of this life. I should be used to it by now."

"It's never easy losing the people you care about. It's what makes us human." Rudy smiled and for a moment the three of you shared that moment. A nice understanding.

A few minutes later Rudy slapped his cards down. "I give up, you have to be cheating." He started to get up and you let out a whine.

"Ah come on, it's just luck. One more round."

"Never playing with you again." He huffed but his voice wasn't too hard. Still with the light tone, he hopped off the crate.

"Ahhh Rudy, stay."

"Yeah, you might be a witness to me thrashing her." Soap offered and Rudy waved him off.

"I better go check in with Alejandro."

"Good luck!" You smiled as he waved and when you turned back Soap's eyes were on you. You paused, there was a certain look to them that had your breath hitch. Hungry. Yet the second he noticed your gaze it softened and resumed to normal.

You went to open your mouth when you come lit up.

"Disco."

"Yeah, boss?" You looked at the channel, it was your private channel with Graves. You made strong eye contact with Soap, just to see his reaction.

"This is your hour and a half warning. If you want to take one of your stupidly long baths. Now is the time." Soap looked down to the communicator before his entire head lift up with a laugh. You sighed and could feel a flush wash over your face.

"Thanks for the warning. Will do, sir." It fizzled to nothing.

"You take two hour-long baths?" Soap asked as you cleaned up the area.

"No I take hour baths, the half an hour is to get ready. But fucking Phillip forgot we aren't at home. Which means I don't even have a fucking bath to use." You rolled your eyes and Soap laughed.

"That being said the shower in my room does look pretty inviting." You started and you saw Soap wet the bottom of his lips. Moment of truth. "Would you like to join me?" You boldly asked and he cocked a brow in response.

Something flashed over his eyes for a moment and he paused. "I have a partner." Dread washed over you and you swallowed.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, I uh misread things don't worry about it." You looked away and started to get up. He grabbed your wrist.

"That's- uh it's a little more complicated than that. We have an agreement if well." He let out a sigh of frustration. "I'd like to join you, maybe not for a shower but maybe some fun. He likes to... watch." Soap cleared his throat.

"Oh, ohhhh. I see I uh. I've never done anything like that. Do you do this often?"

"Talked about it a few times but no one's taken us up on this."

"Huh, why? Who's your partner?"

"Ghost." He looked at you deadpan.

"Yeah okay." You immediately said without any hesitation. Soaps brows raised at your nonchalant expression.

"Just like that?"

"We are all adults, aren't we? If your relationships solid I'm fine for a little bit of blowing off steam." Soap let go of your wrist at your answer and went for his communicator.

"Hey LT where you at?"

-

Outside of your door, you had a lollipop in your mouth while the pair of you waited for Ghost. "You look nervous as hell, don't need to be shy because of me." You leaned against your door.

"Not you that I'm nervous of."

"Ghost?"

"Yeah I mean we have talked in depth about this. If we wanted to ever do anything with a woman, spice it up."

"Scary going through with it?"

"Yeah."

"If it makes you feel better. It's not my first time doing something similar to this."

"Been with a couple before?"

"No, but had a third once. It was a pair of twins. They were identical and did everything together. Almost like a hive mind."

He laughed at your recollection. "How did that go?"

"Fun for the first time. The third time? Got a bit weird."

"Why was that?"

"Their older sibling wanted to get involved. Heard great things about this tongue of mine."

"Yeah?" His eyes glanced down to your mouth.

"Shame is that they just happened to be my CO's ex."

"Shit."

"Yeah, all I could think about was the one time I caught my CO blackout drunk crying over 'em. Never saw any of them again after that." The lollipop made a decent sound when you popped it out of your mouth. "Least I get a good story out of it."

"Is that what you're looking to get tonight?" You swore you could feel another pair of eyes on you as John spoke but when you turned towards the direction, nothing.

You looked back toward Soap and pointed your candy towards him. "I'm looking for this cunt of my mine to get fucking destroyed. The exact specifications are up to you. Considering we are still at work I presumed it was a mutual unsaid agreement that this would all be kept between the three of us."

"Glad we're on the same page." He took your hand and slowly brought it towards his mouth. The pink lollipop passed between his lips and gave a decent suck on it before it popped out of his mouth once more.

"I didn't say you could have that." His lips curled up on his face as you pulled it back from him.

"Oops."

"Better take back what's mine then." You pushed your lips against his. A groan was muffled against your lips and John returned it. The sweet taste of your candy mixed with the taste of him that you had to admit was one of the best flavour combinations you had ever had. Trapped between him and the door, his body pressed against you firmly and your arms hung around the back of his neck.

He felt for the door nob and suddenly pushed it open. John grabbed your legs and lift them up around his waist. He smiled against your lips and slowly started to carry you towards your bed. All the while the sound of your constant wet kisses filled the room.

It was subtle and barely noticeable. The door clicked behind the pair of you and the lollipop was taken from your hand. It was just enough to gain your attention. Your lips broke away from Soap and you panted slightly for air. Not one to stop, he found the side of your neck and started to kiss down it, sucking on your skin.

You pushed his head into your neck with your hand while you threaded your fingers through the thick hair of his Mohawk. Over his shoulder, your eyes found the dark figure in the spare chair in your room. Ghost. Completely silent, he sat rather comfortably. His legs were spread and his ankle rested on his knee. The mask on his face was lifted up ever so slightly and you noticed the small white stick that stuck out.

His eyes roamed not only over Johnny but you. It had an idea form into your mind as his eyes soon locked with yours. With your gear already gone, it was rather easy for John to remove your shirt. Then your bra.

A moan stifled in your throat and your eyes closed when John kissed down your chest and sat down on the bed. Now faced away from Ghost, you were mounted on Soap's lap. Soap's hands found the base of your ass where he started to grab at the tightness of your pants and roll your hips against him.

"Fucken gorgeous you are." He mumbled against your skin only to whine when you pushed away from him and got off his lap.

"Shirt off Sergeant." You took a few steps away from him, aware of both sets of eyes that were on you. John started for a moment before you spoke up again. "Don't make me ask twice." You could see the strain in his already tight pants and he breathed out before he ripped the shirt over his head.

"Good boy." The praised has his eyes lids hood for a moment and his throat bob.

Your fingers went to your pants and popped them over. Leaning forward slightly, you pushed them off giving Ghost a perfect view.

With your black underwear still on, you settled down onto your knees in front of Soap and undid his pants. His cock quite literally sprung free when you pushed away his briefs. Pre cum had already started to settle on the tip and he let out a hiss when your hand spread it.

"Been a while since I've seen one as pretty as yours." You kissed the tip before your lips wrapped around it. Soap let out a long choked moan and his hand snapped to the back of your head.

Your mouth popped off his cock and you looked up to him. "I didn't say you could touch now did I? Be a good boy and sit there for me." His eyes met yours and made a small nod and let go of your head. Soaps hands found the sheets on your bed and balled into them when you resumed.

Each bob of your head had you going just a little bit deeper, the curvature of his cock making it a little hard to swallow down your throat.

Your throat couldn't keep the abuse up forever though. It constricted around him as you choked for a moment. A loud moan fell from Soap's mouth and his head tilted back and slightly bucked up into your mouth. He was twitching, throbbing inside of you.

At his disobedience, you ripped your mouth off only to lick from his base all the way to the tip of his cock. "Getting a little carried away were we?" You pushed up off the ground to his whimper. Behind him, you crawled onto the bed. The tips of your nails racked down the front of his bare chest as you pressed your chest against his back. Soap's head fell back against you as you nibbled down the side of his throat.

"What do you want? Use your words."

"You, oh fuck I need to be inside of you." In reward, you pressed kisses against him and gave a light tug on his nipple that had him curse out to your amusement.

"You know…" Your voice trailed off when you crawled off the bed and stalked to the front. You gave John a short kiss before you turned around and placed your legs over his. Spread apart you grabbed his cock and settled it just between your folds while he gripped onto you almost bruisingly hard. It was obvious he was holding himself back.

"I may be borrowing John here for today from you. But that doesn't mean I don't mind sharing. I'm sure I can handle the both of you." Your eyes looked up and for the first time in a while, all attention was on Ghost.

Obviously affected, his hand has settled to rest over his cock. Even in his pants, you could see the long outline against his leg. It was an open offer, if he didn't want to participate, that was up to him. Yet it told him exactly everything he needed to know if he wanted to. Under you, you slipped John's cock inside and sat down properly.

"Fucking hell." You looked over your shoulder, your hand on his chin and kissed his lower lip. With his eyes shut and mouth open, you couldn't deny it was a beautiful sight.

"You may touch." You whispered and his eyes snapped open. Soaps arms wrapped around your waist and he used his grip there as an anchor to start thrusting up into you.

His eyes were locked onto yours as your moans mixed with his and the wet sound of cock spreading you wide. One hand reached up to your breast and placed his entire hand over it. Palming it, Soap's cock twitched inside of you and his head fell forward.

Only when another presence was felt did you turn. Facing forward, your eyes wet met this Ghost's torso in front of you. You had to crane your neck up to make eye contact with him. He was tall. Really tall. His gloves hand came to your throat. Right away you knew you wouldn't be able to control him like you did with John.

"You think you can handle both Johnny and I."

"I know I can."

"We'll see." His free hand went to his pants and undid it without looking down.

"Mask stays on?" You asked and you could hear John chuckle lightly behind you.

"Always," Soap answered and you shrugged.

"Your choice, are you going to be showing us that chest of yours. Or is it cock only?" Your brow raised. Silently Ghost removed his shit and you were greeted with his strong chest and the sleeve of tattoos on his arm.

"Nice piece of art."

"Isn't he?" Soap grinned in your ear and looked over your shoulder. He seemed almost proud to be showing off Ghost to you.

"She meant the tattoo Soap." He made eye contact with him and John's eyes fell on his arm.

"Ah, right." Hesitantly, you let go of Soap and settled your hands on Ghost's thighs. "Don't worry, he doesn't bite. Masks like a muzzle." He pressed a kiss against your throat and side-eyed Ghost.

Your hands undid his pants while he stroked the side of your throat with his thumb. Right, where your artery was. Ghost allowed you to pull his cock from his pants and you could feel the blood drain from your face. Happily still and buried inside of your cunt Soap could feel the way you clenched around him at the sight.

"He's big, isn't he? Was a long night the first time I took him."

"Still sure?" Ghost's hand went from your throat to your cheek and rubbed it ever so gently with his thumb.

"Maybe not."

"Ah no one's blaming you, he is stupidly big-" Soap started before you interrupted him.

"-In this position. On the bed Soap. You in front of me big boy." You climbed off John and dragged him onto the bed behind you. Soap let out a laugh at your enthusiasm and soon slid back inside of you from behind. The pair of you moaned together and John pressed his face into your neck.

"Fuck your so tight, no idea how you're going to handle the both of us." Ghost found his place in front of you. With his pants now removed, he settled on the bed and lift your leg up to give him that perfect angle.

Ghost's finger went to your cunt and swiped a decent amount of your juices. He pulled the now empty plastic stick from his mouth and placed it on your side table. He replaced it with his finger and let out a hum. "Johnny." The finger slipped from under his mask and repeated the action. This time instead of his own mouth, he pushed it into John's mouth. Still slick with his saliva.

"Mmm, now that's a good-tasting cunt you got there. If we'd had more time…" Soap trailed off. Your eyes met Ghosts and you grabbed his cock to line it up with your already stuffed cunt.

"So wet but will it be enough?" Soap hummed and you put the tip of the cock at your entrance.

"Go for it."

A chorus of moans was drawn from all three of you as Ghost pushed in. Your cunt greedily accepted him until he was completely buried inside, both of them pressed together.

"You actually took us." There was amazement in Soap's voice, slightly hazed out.

"You doubted me?" You tried to sound smug but it ended up coming out as a small whine. "I know my limit, now. Move." Ghost's grip on your leg tightened and his eyes twitched slightly before he slipped back and then slammed himself back into you.

The action had a ripple effect among the pair of you. John started to move with him, slipping out when Ghost thrust in. A perfect synchronisation that had you holding onto Ghost's shoulders for dear life.

The feeling of them both being inside. It was unlike anything you had ever had before. You could feel both of them so distinctly, the long thick vein that ran up Ghost's cock, the curvature of Soap's cock that had it straining against Ghost's. The way both of them pulsed and throbbed inside. Never had you been so full of cock. They were overwhelming, delicious, perfect. Never in a million years would you accurately be able to describe the pure pleasure the pair of them brought you, fucking into you.

Then came John's hand on your clit. With a cry you clenched down on their cocks, whimpering and panting out as you clenched around them. Together they lowly groaned. Soap swore and lightly bit your shoulder as your cunt milked him of all his cum. Overcome by your cunt clenching him through his orgasm it was impossible to hold back. A reaction that tipped Ghost over the edge and joined the pair of you in ecstasy. Slowly Ghost lowered your leg and you all lay there like that together.

Time ticked away and the two men cuddled up towards you rather content. Your eyes fell on the side table clock. You had about forty minutes before you would need to leave.

Despite the two men's sleepy protests, you wriggled free from them with the intent to go shower. At first, you were a little sore but when the warm water washed over you, you couldn't help but almost feel energised. It was like they had washed away all the stress that had been building up over the last couple of years. You felt like a new woman.

Out of the shower and all cleaned up. Your eyes glanced towards the two men still asleep in the bed. In your absence, they had found each other. Ghost despite being the far larger man, had cuddled up to Soap with his head on Soap's chest. John had an arm wrapped around Ghost while their legs tangled together. The display was cute and heartwarming. Yet, it also made you painfully aware of their relationship. It was obvious that they cared about each other. A lot. The content smiles on each other's faces, the way they were so comfortable- so in love. It made you a little envious. In the end, you were an outsider. Someone lucky enough to spend an hour or so intruding upon that relationship.

Your eyes cast down as you got dressed. It was clear from the beginning. This was just a bit of fun. You knew that you would all finish up this work with the missiles and never see each other again. Perhaps it would be kinder for you. With your shirt now on, you set an alarm for about twenty minutes. It should give them enough time to shower and get dressed. In the meanwhile, you left your room.

-

The mission went well. Really well. Soon you found yourself on the ride back to the base. Until you were stopped. A little confused you got out of the car and subtly Graves handed you his pistol. "Boss, what's going on?" You whispered.

"New orders, bare with me here." Your eyes glanced over to Alejandro, Soap and Ghost.

You could feel your heart race as Graves continued on. As things started to escalate. How did you not know about this? Why hadn't he told you about this?

"Disco." There was an accusation in Soap's voice. Venom. Hatred. A look you couldn't handle. You glanced down under his gaze.

"Now now, she's not dealing with this. I am. But if you want her input I'm sure she would be a lot happier if you boys stand down." Graves glanced at you for a moment.

"I would prefer if no one got hurt." You swallowed out.

"See, this can all resolve peacefully."

"Peacefully? Peacefully? My men are in there!" Alejandro took a step towards them. He was right, you had no idea what happened to his men.

"Your men have been… detained." All hell came loose and soon Alejandro was knocked out beside you. To your right, the Shadows were killed by Ghost and everyone's attention was on Johnny.

"Johnny go!" Ghost's voice came while Graves shot at the man. You, however, were still on the side with Ghost. He turned and was met with your eyes. The pistol raised in your hands. He didn't move. For a split second, the pair of you stared at each other. He didn't go for his knife. You didn't shoot. The image of his soft closed eyes asleep on your borrowed bed flashed before your eyes and you lowered the gun. "Go." Almost silent. There was no way he could have heard it but he certainly read in on your lips. Ghost didn't hesitate and dashed away from the vehicle into the night.

Slowly attention went off John and Graves was focused on Ghost. "He's already gone, sir. He was too fast for me." The lie came out of your lips perfectly. Just the right amount of disappointment and frustration in your voice to sound believable. With no other witness and no reason to question your loyalty, Graves accept it and swore out.

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Oh To Not Have You

Pairing: Anthony J Crowley x Male reader (can be read as ftm reader aswell) mentions: strong language, drinking, death, angst, mentions of holy water, swords and mentions of hell fire. And reader is called Raphael once. Please do not read if uncomfortable. Fem aligned don't interact. If there's any warning i left out please let me know -> do not repost, copy or translate my work or post them anywhere. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated A/N: This is my first fic that isn't a request and my first good omens request. I apologize in advance if this is too angsty. Also i wanted to credit @fly-flower-fanfics as i got the inspiration to write this from their fic 'I Knew You' go read it, it is quite nice.

𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖬𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅

Something in the air felt different, it felt like doom was hanging by your shoulder ready to snoop in when it’s time came in.

You sighed and pushed those thoughts aside as you sat on the couch with a Jane Austin novella Aziraphale had lent you to read as he had boasted about it for weeks. Crowley and Aziraphale had decided to meet in St. James Park but you had decided not to go as you felt exhausted from running around all day, yesterday to stop Armageddon.

Crowley and Aziraphale walked over to the vendor “a strawberry lolly and a vanilla with a flake, please” Crowley hands the vendor the money before Aziraphlae asked “how’s the car?”

“Not a scratch on it” was Crowley’s reply as they looked at Aziraphale “how’s the book shop?” aziraphale looks at Crowley “not a smudge” he says slightly suspiciously as he walks to the other side of Crowley “not a book burned, everything back just the way it was” Crowley hands aziraphale his ice-cream before taking her own as aziraphale looks around while asking “you heard from your people yet?” Crowley shakes his head with an almost deep sigh “yours?” he asked aziraphale “nothing”

“Do…you understand-w-what happened yesterday?” Crowley asked as they looked at aziraphale “well, I understand some of it,…but some of it-” aziraphale sighs “well, it’s just bit too…” aziraphale raises his eyebrow only to notice Crowley not looking at him “ineffable” Death interrupts them “oh, that…that’s funny, seeing him here. Th-that’s meant to be bad luck” Crowley wouldn’t like to admit it but he was internally terrified but they didn’t want to think about the what ifs in this moment. In that moment death had disappeared “it’s meant to be bad…” Crowley stammered he turns around to look at aziraphale only to see him gone he turns around again only to see him being dragged away by Uriel and a squad of angels. Crowley was distracted by this whole ordeal but decided to chase after them “stop! Stop them!” some old lady interrupts “what’s wrong, love?” before Crowley can figure out what’s happening the old lady who happens to be hastur who knocks Crowley out “oh, bad luck dear” hastur says mockingly while Crowley groans and faints

Aziraphale was tied to a chair, he tired pulling against the ropes but they were too tight for him to slip his hands out. He hears foot steps behind him and “ah. Aziraphale” he recognizes the voice, it was Gabriel. He patted aziraphale’s shoulder “so glad you could join us” he said with a forced smile and with sickeningly sweet voice “you could’ve just sent a message, I mean, a kidnapping in broad daylight” Aziraphale says making Gabriel shrug “call it what it was: an extraordinary rendition” he chuckles as aziraphale fakes a small smile “now, have we heard from our new associate?” Gabriel asks only for Uriel to reply “he’s on his way” Gabriel smiles “he’s own his way. I think you are going to like this” he walks towards aziraphale who raises his eyebrows “I really do…and I bet you didn’t see this one coming” Gabriel leans forward as he says that, the only reaction aziraphale could muster was a forced smile.

Meanwhile down in hell Crowley was facing his trial for using holy water on another demon “Creatures of Hell, you have heard the evidence against the demon known as Crowley. What’s your verdict?” Beelzebub addresses the demons behind the glass window, there were shouts of ‘guilty’ from them “do you have anything to say before we take our vengeance out on you?” Beelzebub says as Crowley turns around from looking at the glass window “what’s it to be?” he asks as he shrugs “an eternity in the deepest pits of hell?” he continues but hastur interrupts Crowley “no no, we’re going to do something even worse…Letting the punishment fit the crime” in that moment arch angel Michael arrives carrying a jug of holy water, they pour the liquid into the bathtub after hastur refuses to pour it himself as he had seen what it could do…

Aziraphale could sense something was wrong, he could sense someone else’s presences, someone close to him.

{Flashback} Crowley smiled at you “I wish you could come with angel” they said as you smiled at them “I wish I could too, I’m just a little exhausted after yesterday” Crowley couldn’t help but pull you in a hug, she rarely showed her softer side, something that was usually reserved for you “I’m glad you are okay” they whispered before pulling away and kissing you gently… Crowley left to meet aziraphale at the park but the moment he stepped out they could sense something different in the air but the moment he saw aziraphale who had a look of worry on his face, they knew that indeed something was wrong. Aziraphale went on to explain what he had found out before putting out the idea of them switching bodies and here they were now {Flashback ends}

The presences was too familiar for aziraphale (Crowley) to ignore as soon as he realized he felt panicked but he needed to not show any emotions “you don’t get this view down in the basement” he hears someone’s voice, before recognizing them as a demon, the demon walked further. Aziraphale (Crowley) looked at the demon before his eyes landed on…You. You who was being dragged by two lower grade demons. Your eyes widened a little as you see aziraphale their but his presences was different, it wasn’t aziraphale’s presences but it was still a lot familiar for you to ignore. Then the realization hit you, it was Crowley, they both switched bodies, the eye contact you held with aziraphale (Crowley) was cut short as the demon ignites…Hell fire “What are you trying to do Gabriel?!” You looked at the archangel Gabriel “well, with one act of treason you averted the war” aziraphale (Crowley) looks at you to see you looking at Gabriel before you say “well, I think the greater good…” Gabriel cuts you off “don’t talk to me about the greater god sunshine. I’m the archangel fucking Gabriel” you were a little shocked to see no one other than Gabriel cursing “the greater good was we were finally going to settle things with the opposition once and for all” Uriel walks over to you and unties your tied hands, aziraphale (Crowley) wanted to shout for them to not hurt you but hurt them instead, he saw how your wings unfolded, they took a deep breath as it clicked what might happen, you look confused at Gabriel before you shook your head as the realization hit of what was at hand “you can’t-you can’t do that Gabriel…taking an angels wings is shaming them” Gabriel smiles “well that would do you good seeing how you have relations with demon Crowley” aziraphale(Crowley) looked at you as you licked your lips, you felt like you were a little child who begged to not be punished for stealing some sweets “ba-banish me…banish me from heaven for all I care Gabriel, but not my wings, I’m not going to let you shame me like that, no-not in front of all of them!” you could feel tears prickle your eyes making you blink them away, you didn’t like crying or showing vulnerable emotions, something you always encouraged Crowley to show, well it wouldn’t be wrong to call you a hypocrite.

You could feel aziraphale’s (Crowley’s) eyes on you but you didn’t want to look up but you couldn’t stop yourself as you heard his shout “take my wings Gabriel! Take them but leave them alone” Aziraphale (Crowley) was trying hard not to show who he truly was, crowley knew the only thing you truly cared for about yourself were your wings it took a long time for you to let them touch your wings, he knew you couldn’t live with the pain and the shame, deep down Crowley always felt like you dated him cause you pitied her but that was far from the truth and you had always made sure they knew that even if you both ever had fights or arguments.

{Flashback} As you walked out of the bedroom with a book in your hand and a cup of tea you had noticed the change of atmosphere in the apartment, you sensed Crowley’s restlessness. You looked at him, concern etched across your face “Crowley, what’s gotten into you?” crowley shot you a playful grin, mischief glittering in his eyes like malevolent stars “You know, I've been feeling a bit nostalgic lately. Thought I might pay a little visit to our friends down below. Stir things up a bit, you know?" You set your book and cup of tea down on the counter, the unease in your gut growing stronger “crowley, you can’t be serious. You are not thinking of causing trouble in hell, are you?” She waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, nothing too major. Just a little chaos, a few practical jokes. Keeps the place lively, you know?" You stood up, your voice taking on a more serious tone. "Crowley, this isn't a good idea. Hell isn't exactly on the best terms with you right now." Crowley's grin faltered slightly, but they quickly recovered. "Oh, come on, angel. They'll get over it. Besides, it's all in good fun." You approached him, your expression stern. "It's not just about them 'getting over it.' You remember what happened last time. It turned into a mess." Crowley's eyes narrowed, and their tone taking on a defensive note. "Are you doubting my ability to handle my own kind?”

"It's not about your ability, Crowley," you replied firmly. "It's about the potential consequences. You might enjoy pushing boundaries, but this time it could lead to something worse." Crowley turned away, their frustration visible. "You're being overly cautious."

"I'm being realistic," you countered, your voice unwavering as you stepped closer. "I know you're powerful, Crowley. But sometimes power alone isn't enough to fix things." Crowley's shoulders slumped a little, and her gaze softened. "You're right. I just... I get caught up in the thrill sometimes." You reached out and placed a hand on her arm. "I understand that, Crowley. But we have to face the reality of the situation. Times have changed." They sighed against your touch, their arms wrapping around you. "I can't help but be a bit of a troublemaker." You pulled them into an embrace, letting your warmth and affection envelop them. "I wouldn't have you any other way. Just promise me you'll think twice before you jump into something like this." He looked down at you, his eyes softening as they met yours. "You really do care about me, don't you?" you couldn’t help but smile softly "Of course I do," you whispered, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back. "I love you, Crowley, even when you're being mischievous." She leaned into the embrace, her forehead resting against yours. "I love you too, more than anything." {Flashback ends}

Gabriel smiles sarcastically “oh but aziraphale you see, we have something for you too…you aren’t going unscathed sunshine” you looked at aziraphale (Crowley) fear striking you deep, aziraphale (Crowley) tries to reason with Gabriel “I don’t suppose I can persuade you to reconsider?” Gabriel looks at aziraphale (Crowley) seriously “I’m sorry but the decision is already made” Gabriel’s voice dripped with malice “we’re supposed to be the good guys, for heaven’s sake.” Uriel hands Gabriel the sword “well, for heaven’s sake, we are meant to make examples out of traitors. Hence…no wings” with that the two lower grade demons grabbed your wings as Gabriel wasted no time slicing through them at the base, you were hit with excruciating pain but you didn’t want to scream, you didn’t want to give Gabriel the satisfaction of your pain. After that moment everything was dark, you didn’t notice what was happening until you felt your body thump onto the ground making you groan and try to pick yourself up somehow. Your whole body ached from the pain of falling from heaven, if Crowley was here he would’ve laughed at that but you soon felt like a knife was being drilled into your heart as you thought of Crowley and what he would think of you now, you were fine with the part of being a fallen angel but your wings something you treasured was taken away from you. You looked at your hands, you scoffed noticing how the tips were blackened with your nails turned into claws…

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Weeks had passed since the events, Crowley sat by the door of his apartment holding one of your sweaters he had gotten you years back. Their heart ached from the pain, the pain of having lost the one good thing they had ever had. Your pained expression kept doing rounds in Crowley’s mind with Gabriel’s words running around in her mind ‘well that would do you good seeing how you have relations with the demon Crowley’ they kept thinking it was their fault that you weren’t here in his arms, telling him that it would be okay.

Memories after memories played in Crowley’s mind as he took a swig from the bottle of talisker scotch, before groaning as his eyes wondered over to the kitchen…

{Flashback} As you strolled into the kitchen of your apartment, Crowley followed along behind you like a lost puppy. The morning had been cozy and warm– breakfast in bed, courtesy of Crowley's culinary expertise (if you could call reheating frozen waffles expertise, that is). You cherished these small, tender moments between you two. But now, duty called, and it was your turn to tackle the aftermath of the meal–washing the dishes. As you ventured further into the kitchen, Crowley's humour had you laughing at something she'd just said. Amidst your laughter, your foot made unexpected contact with the edge of the open cabinet door, and gravity took over. "Fuc-Crowley!" you exclaimed, the words slipping out as your body lurched forward and your dignity took a tumble. Crowley's eyebrows shot up in concern, but that was quickly overtaken by an incredulous look. "My dear, are you practicing your own version of interpretive dance?" they joked. You managed to regain your balance and stood up, rubbing your slightly bruised ego along with your toe. "I'll have you know that our kitchen cabinet just tried to eat me alive," you said, half-joking, half-serious. Crowley chuckled, but her grin soon morphed into a mockingly serious expression. "Ah, you've just discovered our cabinet's hidden agenda, have you? It's a rebellious cabinet, you see. Always yearning for some fresh air." You raised an eyebrow. "Fresh air? It's a kitchen cabinet, not a tree-hugging hippie." Crowley shrugged, their lips curling into an exaggerated pout. "Well, excuse our cabinet for wanting to explore its more…open-minded side." You couldn't help but burst into laughter at his absurd and dramatized reasoning. "Open-minded? More like open-doored!" Crowley gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Are you suggesting our cabinet has some sort of existential crisis, torn between its open and closed states?"

"You started it by leaving it wide open!" you retorted, pointing a playful accusatory finger at her. Crowley's expression turned playful as well, their eyes gleaming mischievously. "Well, if you ask me, it's a clear case of cabinet freedom. Just embrace its rebellious spirit!" You shook your head, still chuckling. "Fine, fine. Next time I'll be sure to consult with the cabinet before attempting to close it." Crowley feigned a sigh of relief. "Finally, cabinet diplomacy at its finest." You both shared a laugh, and with the tension diffused, you turned your attention back to the task at hand – the dishes. But as you began washing, you felt someone’s hand wrapping around your waist “I am sorry for that truly angel” Crowley whispered making you smile and shake your head “now look who is going against our cabinets rebellious spirit” as you said that Crowley laughed knowing you had forgiven them. {Flashback ends}

Crowley had pushed herself to stand up and staggered into the hall with the bottle and sweater in his hand when their eyes drifted to the thermostat in the hallway triggering another memory.

{Flashback} You stepped into your apartment, the memory of a fun lunch with Aziraphale still lingering, a sudden blow of cold air slapped you like an unexpected icy shower. You involuntarily shivered and called out, "Crowley, dear?" There was a pause, and then Crowley's voice floated from somewhere within the apartment, dripping with feigned innocence. "Yes, my sweetheart?" You continued walking further into the living space, brows furrowed as your breath visibly puffed out in the chilly air. "Why is it so cold in here?" you asked, your voice laden with bewilderment. "Oh, is it now?" Crowley replied, an exaggerated gasp in their tone. "Must be the work of that mischievous fairy again." You rolled your eyes, not buying into the act. "Crowley, stop messing around. Did you mess with the thermostat again?" A dramatic sigh emerged from the direction of the thermostat, as if it held all the world's woes. "Darling, I must confess, the thermostat and I have become quite the friends lately. It's nothing personal, really. We just found a common interest in creating an arctic ambiance." You crossed your arms, exasperated. "This isn't funny, Crowley. It's freezing in here!" 

"Oh, come on, angel," Crowley cajoled, her voice dripping with amusement. "Think of it as an opportunity to embrace your inner polar explorer." Your patience was wearing thin. “I don't want to embrace any polar explorer tendencies. I just want a comfortable temperature in my own home!" Crowley's voice took on a faux-hurt tone. "But, my dear, I thought you loved a little chill in the air. You know, sets the stage for warm cozy cuddles and all that." You tried hard not to smile "Cozy cuddles are great, but not when I can see my breath indoors!" you retorted, your tone a mixture of exasperation and amusement now. There was a pause, and then Crowley's voice softened slightly. "Alright, alright, I may have turned the thermostat down a bit." You huffed, torn between annoyance and amusement. "Why would you do that?"

"Oh, just to keep things interesting," Crowley replied with a nonchalant shrug that you could practically hear through their words. "Besides, it's quite amusing watching you walk around like a penguin in our own home." You sighed, giving in to a chuckle despite yourself. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"But you love me for it," Crowley purred, their tone filled with smugness. You shook your head, unable to suppress a smile. "Yes, I suppose I do." The two of you exchanged playful banter for a moment longer before reaching a silent agreement. The thermostat was soon adjusted to a more reasonable temperature, and as the warmth returned to the apartment as you moved to hug Crowley to steal their warmth “you owe me cuddles now” Crowley couldn’t help but smile and kiss your forehead… {Flashback ends}

Crowley felt like he was about to lose it, lose herself. Memories flooded in, each triggered like a cosmic punchline in some never-ending joke. Your laughter, so full of joy, echoed through every room, every hall they entered. With each step, she couldn't help but wonder: What was the point of all this? Why was she being bombarded with memories if you were already taken away from them? It was as if the universe was toying with them, pushing their limits.

Crowley's mind, always curious, couldn't help but question the unfairness of it all. The way things worked above and below seemed twisted. Disagree, and you're cast out. Ask a simple question, and you're condemned. Protect what matters, and you're met with scorn from all sides. The more she thought about it, the more he realized the irony of heaven and hell. They were supposed to stand for righteousness and damnation, but they felt more like an illusion. The very fight between them seemed pointless now, as if both were in the wrong. A scoff escaped Crowley's lips. Heaven and hell, once archenemies, now looked like different sides of the same coin.

What made all worst was the fact both hell and heaven had taken the last thing they cherished. It felt like there was no point in staying and enduring the searing ache every time thoughts of you surfaced. Nothing mattered anymore, everything was cast in shades of grey. Colourless, like it used to be before you, before you entered Aziraphale's bookshop on that rainy day. The day when Crowley's existence gained vibrancy, even in her endless life. Crowley couldn’t help but let out a wry chuckle at the memory when they came face to face with the locker, the locker that held the answer to their emptiness without you. . This was the key to filling the void left by your absence, the answer might be the path to finding you again, even if it meant tolerating a bit of pain. Compared to what you had gone through, it was a small price, Crowley thought. With slightly unsteady hands, he unlocked the locker, revealing a thermos filled with holy water. The solution was within reach—a step away. Seeing the thermos, an idea forms in Crowley’s mind: to end it all. A way to reunite with you, to hold you once more in her embrace. What reason was there to linger in a world that had lost its lustre?

Crowley willed herself to grab the thermos before sliding down the wall, the bottle of talisker scotch sat beside them as they held your sweater close their chest with the thermos of holy water in the other hand, he couldn’t help but laugh “the time has finally come, huh?” he unscrews the top of the thermos seeing the liquid in it shimmered, the soft glow of the room reflecting off its surface. It was a symbol of purity, of divinity, of everything that was meant to be beyond their grasp. A bitter smile tugged at Crowley's lips as she contemplated the ultimate paradox: an immortal demon tempted to consume the very essence that would destroy him.

Crowley took a deep breath before lifting the thermos up to their mouth, memories continued to surge within him, memories of laughter, shared moments, and unspoken promises. Memories of you. But just as their lips grazed the brim of the thermos, a voice broke through the heavy silence. "Crowley."…

{Your pov}𝖶𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒, 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝖠𝗓𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽: 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝗀𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾? 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗒'𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗒'𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗑 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. {Your pov ends}

Crowley almost wanted to laugh, to laugh at the insanity. Their minds was playing games on them like they thought it was playing when he first saw you in the bookshop. ‘When we first met, something about you felt distant, like a dream I couldn't grasp. Something about you felt made up like you were a fragment of my imagination’ Crowley thought as they closed their eyes hearing your voice again, they wanted to scream and laugh from how delusional he was getting ‘but you breathed life into me, made me feel like I wasn’t lost something I hadn’t felt ever since I fell from heaven and even then it felt like God was playing one of her sinister jokes on me.’ but something snapped when she heard footsteps, when she sensed your presence. Crowley opened his eyes to see you standing there he couldn’t help but actually laugh as he thought ‘God is enjoying this little game’ but as you stepped forward they moved back not knowing how you could be alive despite all logic ‘You literally fell from heaven without wings!’. Crowley shook her head and moved to take the drink of the holy water, not wanting to indulge in Gods little games. They took a sip waiting for the searing pain, to feel their insides burn only for nothing to happen to see you rushing forward, they grabbed the bottle of scotch throwing it at you hoping it would pass through you as he thought you were a mere hallucination but you dodged just in time before rushing over to him “Crowley” you took the thermos from them “y-yo-you did-didn’t” you looked into the thermos before looking at a drunk beyond belief Crowley.

Your eyes, so familiar and kind but they held a mixture of concern and compassion as they met his. As you reached out, your fingers brushed against Crowley's cheek, a jolt of realness coursed through him. The touch was so vivid, so touchable, that it erased any lingering doubts. Crowley's eyes searched yours, searched for the truth they longed to find. "wh-why did you do this?" you asked, your voice soft yet urgent, as if trying to bridge the gap between past and present. Crowley felt a rush of emotions welling up within herself, a mixture of relief, confusion, and a lingering sense of vulnerability. They smiled, a smile that held the weight of years of pain and longing. "I didn't know if you were real" Crowley admitted, their voice carrying the raw honesty of someone who had been pushed to their limits. "The last few weeks I've spent drowning in doubts, in memories that felt like they were slipping through my fingers." his grip on your sweater tightened, as if to ground themselves in the reality. Crowley's gaze dropped, her fingers tracing patterns on the fabric of your sweater. "I thought I was losing my mind, that I was trapped in some sort of twisted dream. And I... I couldn't bear the thought of being alone, of never seeing you again." The vulnerability in their words was visible, a confession of the depths to which he had sunk in his desperation to hold you again.

You were left speechless, Crowley never showed such raw emotions. Yes, they shared what they were feeling but never did he cry in front of you. Crowley had looked up at you again, their eyes glistened with tears as they stained his cheeks “but I’m here now” you whispered trying your best not cry, you had to hold yourself strong so you could reassure crowley that you were indeed real. Crowley’s voice trembled “yes, you are here now, and I... I don't know how to process it. I want to believe, more than anything, but I'm so scared that this is just another cruel trick up God’s sleeve” In that moment, Crowley felt like a wounded soul, caught between the promise of a second chance and the fear of having their heart shattered all over again.

As Crowley's emotions swirled like a hurricane of uncertainty, you looked at her with such tenderness, your voice carried the weight of the connection between the two of you as you whispered “Crowley, look at me. Feel the warmth of my touch. Can you doubt the reality of this moment, when every fibre of your being responds to my presence? Me being here isn’t a twisted trick or a cruel joke. I’m here, with you, by you” Your thumbs brushed away the tears on Crowley’s cheeks. “I’m not a mirage, nor a shadow of the past. I'm right here, by your side.” You reassured them again “Every moment we've shared, every laughter and tear, they're all real, Crowley” Crowley's vulnerability melted in the warmth of your words, their eyes fixed on yours as if seeking solace in the depths of your existence.

As Crowley gradually sobered up, an unspoken question hung in the air, creating a noticeable tension. However, you refrained from addressing it, fearing that he might notice the missing fragment within you. You didn't want him to realize that you were missing a piece of yourself. Amidst their sniffles and a sore throat from weeks of silence, their own voice was shaky yet determined “Angel,” she began “if you were here all along, why…why didn’t you come here sooner?” you looked away from Crowley, a complex web of emotions swirling within you. Confronting the truth of your own feelings seemed daunting, almost unbearable “Raphael… please, tell me.” The name hit you like a ton of bricks. Crowley had never addressed you by that name before, except once, a millennia ago. It carried a weight of history and intimacy that was rare between you two, he usually called you angel or some other term of endearment. “That's not... not my name anymore” you admitted, your voice heavy with the weight of your confession. “I'm... I'm a fallen angel, Crowley. A wingless, fallen angel.”

A mixture of empathy and disbelief crossed Crowley's features. She could sense the self-disgust that had seeped into your words. “I'm a fallen angel too” she softly replied. “Yet, you don't hate me. So, why harbour this hatred for yourself?” Their fingers gently tilted your chin, coaxing you to meet their gaze. However, you turned your eyes away, the intensity of your self-loathing making it impossible to hold his gaze. You started to speak, but your voice quivered, causing you to pause. With a determined shake of your head, you silenced yourself, the words caught in your throat. "You—," you began to say, only to halt as your voice wavered once more. Collecting your thoughts, you continued, "You are just a fallen angel, Crowley. But I… I don't have my wings. I lack possibly the only thing I ever liked about my—myself." You sighed as your voice cracked before continuing “I thought you’d hate me…you’d hate the fact I am broken now. After all an angel without their wings is a laughing stock” The vulnerability in your words struck Crowley deeply. She found it hard to reconcile the image of you, the being she had cherished and admired, with the anguish you were currently wrestling with. Her heart ached, realizing the extent of your inner turmoil, her own feelings welled up inside her.

As Crowley gazed upon you, their eyes softened with a warmth that could melt away the heaviest burdens. A gentle smile tugged at the corners of their lips, a mixture of affection and understanding radiating from their very being. With a gentle touch he cupped your cheek, guiding your gaze back to meet his “listen to me, my dear” Crowley's voice held a soothing rhythm, like a lullaby meant to comfort troubled souls. Something that was so rare for their voice, for Crowley herself “I've seen you through eons, through highs and lows, through darkness and light. Wings or no wings, that doesn't define who you are, what makes you, well, you, goes beyond physical forms and celestial titles.” Crowley could still see the doubt in your eyes as he smiled before he continued “Your kindness, your strength, and your very essence – that's what drew me to you in the first place.” Her thumb brushed away a stray tear that had escaped your eye like you had done for her. Their gentle smile seemed to radiate a kind of tenderness that only they could offer “And believe me, my love, if there's one thing I've come to understand, it's that love transcends all. I've loved you for who you are, for your heart, your spirit, your essence. The wings were just a beautiful accessory to the magnificent soul that you are. So, don't you see? You are cherished, and you are loved – wingless, fallen, or whatever you might be. And as long as I'm here, you'll never face this journey alone. We'll rebuild together, in our own way, with love as our guide.”

In that moment, amidst the fragility of your emotions and the weight of your confessions, a connection tightened between you and Crowley. It was a connection built upon shared struggles, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, you were not alone. And as you both sat there on the floor of Crowley’s well your shared apartment, grappling with your insecurities, a glimmer of understanding sparked, promising the possibility of healing and acceptance.

i hope you all enjoy this, and i hope you all have a good day/night

[illym]

Cupping her hands over xer mouth, Sylv breathed in deeply. “DOCTOR FAUUUUUUUUUUUST!” Xe bellowed. “I NEED YOUR ASSISTAAAAAAAAANCE!”

A door opened in the middle of the quiet street. “The doctor is in!” Cried the emerging man. Standing to his full height, he shaded his bag’s hole with his hand. “Who needs my—”

His gaze fell upon Sylv, and he flinched. “Eek!” His hand gasped behind him for where the doorknob used to be, but the door had vanished the moment it shut.

Faust’s hands raised to his head, shaking with emotion. “Find someone else to examine you!”

 “Considering you’re here now, I won’t settle for anything less!”

—

We meet Faust.

Chapter Song: I'm gonna tell my therapist on you by Pinkshift

“Have you seen a person with a white coat around?” Sylv stretched her arms above xer head. “He’s very tall, but usually crouches over when talking to people…”

“Mmm…” The person in front of her pressed their hand to their face, lips pursing. “I don’t think I have. Do you know his name, or what he looks like..? Ah, James, just a moment— mommy’s speaking to someone.” Bending over, she ruffled the hair of the child attached to her leg.

“He goes by Faust right now… Or last I heard. And as for how he looks… Well, his head is covered up with a large bag, but his skin is pretty pa…le…?” Sylv trailed off at the stupefied expression on the woman's face.

“You… Young man, usually you’d tell someone—”

“Pardon, but I’m not a man.”

“Young lady—”

“I’m not a lady, either.”

The woman’s mouth opened a few times. “Uh… Young… Young…” She trailed off, brow furrowing again. “Hm… W-well! Usually you would tell someone the most… Noticeable things about someone when looking for them! Someone wearing a bag over his head is way more memorable than someone wearing a white coat!”

“Does that mean you’ve seen him around?” Sylv brightened.

“No, I haven’t.” She shook her head.

“Momma!” The child bounced on their heels, shying away from Sylv’s gaze. “I’ve seen ‘im! When Marthy’s head hurt, he showed up to make her better! And he gave us all candy!” They covered their mouth, fingers splayed. “Uhm, oops… I wasn’t supposed to say that…”

“Huh?! I’ve told you not to take candy from strangers…! Have you eaten it?” The woman dropped to her knees to face the child, taking them by the shoulders.

“Uh… I didn’t say anything…! Anything at all!” Sucking their cheeks in, the child looked down at the pavement.

“James!”

“Ah, I wouldn’t worry about it.” Sylv waved xer hand between the two of them. Startling backwards, the woman looked back up at her. “That guy’s pretty good, as far as I know… He runs around helping people for free. He wouldn’t give a bunch of kids weird candy after all that, right?”

“S-still!” The woman pulled out the pockets of the child's jeans, letting the wrapped lollies fall into her palm. “I wouldn’t be a good mother if I didn’t worry. James, tell the m— person where you met the man, and then we are having a long talk.”

“But those candies are—!”

“James.”

“...” They kicked at the road, stone skittering off into the street. “He was in the park with the really cool swingset… The one that goes so high, you can even spin around upside down…”

“Thank you for your service, kid.” Sylv nodded. “Ah, and you too.” She added, nodding to their mother. “That was helpful.” Swiveling on xer heel, xe swiveled back. “In what direction is that park..?”

“Down the alley, turn right at the sewing shop, and if you arrive at the library, you’ve gone too far.” The woman pointed to the left. “Good luck finding your friend!”

“Oh, no, we aren’t friends. But thank you once again.” Waving, Sylv made her way down the street.

“...Really cool swingset, huh?”

—

“Well, I suppose there’s nothing to do except shout.”

Feet skidding against the bark chips to slow xemself down, Sylv cursed that the man was so difficult to find. Talking to people in the street confirmed that he’d been here over the last couple of days, but with how far he could travel in a matter of minutes, it didn’t mean he was still here.

It wasn’t as if thinking in circles would summon him, though. Xe was pretty sure the man wasn’t a mind reader.

Cupping her hands over xer mouth, Sylv breathed in deeply. “DOCTOR FAUUUUUUUUUUUST!” Xe bellowed. “I NEED YOUR ASSISTAAAAAAAAANCE!”

A door opened in the middle of the quiet street. “The doctor is in!” Cried the emerging man. Standing to his full height, he shaded his bag’s hole with his hand. “Who needs my—”

His gaze fell upon Sylv, and he flinched. “Eek!” His hand gasped behind him for where the doorknob used to be, but the door had vanished the moment it shut.

“Great. Nice. Awesome!” Sylv clasped xer hands, step-hopping down from the seat of the swing xe’d been standing on. “Thank you for arriving so quickly!”

“...Dear citizen…” Faust placed his hands on his hips, leaning down to meet her at xer new eye level. “If you do not have something currently ailing you outside of that head of yours, I shall be taking my leave.”

“How should I know if I have something wrong with me without an examination?”

“There is absolutely something wrong with you, considering how often you forget the only thing I tell you!” Faust’s hands raised to his head, shaking with emotion. “Find someone else to examine you!”

“You’re one of the greatest doctors in the world!” Sylv paused. “Or so I’ve heard.” Waving a hand, xer voice rang louder. “Considering you’re here now, I won’t settle for anything less!”

His voice raised in conjunction with hers. “I’ve told you so many times—”

HEAVEN OR HELL.

Sylv threw her hammer forward, clawed back catching Faust on the shoulder. Yanking on the fabric smashed him towards the ground and towards her. As Sylv raised xer hammer to bring it back down, Faust burst with magical energy, ripping his clothes off for a brief moment. “Reverse!”

Thrown back, Sylv caught xemself before hitting the floor. Leaning forward with her hands resting on the hilt of xer hammer and xer head on her hands, she said cheerfully, “Looks as if this may be easier than I was expecting it to be.” Letting her hammer fall away, xe fell back into a fighting stance.

LET'S ROCK.

Sylv dove forward, swinging out her leg to knock Faust's out from under him. The doctor jumped back, throwing up a hand as he steadied himself. “Let's see what's coming out~!” He sang, clutching his hands to the side of his head.

“The fact that even you don't know—” Sylv cut xemself off with a curse as his scalpel swung out to hit her, barely pulling xer hammer out to block in time. “I mean, can't you pick—? Or tell—?”

“Whatever comes out is up to them!” With an obvious smile in his voice, he flattened himself to the floor to spike out a leg. “It's not up to me to decide!”

“That's—” Blocking his leg with an arm, xe swung out her hammer. “That's, uh, terrifying. What? How—?”

The blunt end of his scalpel jabbed xem in the gut, cutting her off with a heavy “guh”. He followed with a kick to the head, lecturing with a sing-song voice, “Dear patient, you would be in much better health if you paid attention during your check-up!” With a motion of his hand meant to indicate a wink, he jabbed said hand into xer shoulder. “With your head in the clouds, who knows what may happen?”

“Injury…” Grumbling from the ground, Sylv sprang into the air with xer hammer leading, landing on the ground with a smash that sent Faust flying. “But in my defense, I pay very close attention when something is interesting. That's usually enough to keep me fine.”

“That's not always enooooough~!” Throwing his hand up again, Faust yanked it back down to hold his scalpel firm against xer assault. “Being able to concentrate is a valuable skill! And I believe it's one you need to develop, dear patient!”

“I want you to look at my head, but you’re looking at the wrong part!” Sylv dropped to the floor, spinning to sweep his legs from under him. “I think your priorities are awry!” With that success, xe did a handspring forward, both soles of xer boots smashing into Faust and blowing him away. “In fact, I do believe that part of my health is far less pressing than anything else. So just take care of my physical and—”

As xer hammer welched into Faust's side (and the sound was so disturbing, xe had to drop her hammer to do a full body shudder), a shining green thing floated daintily down, missing getting hit by the swing by a hair.

Eyes flickering to it, Sylv's split second plan to punt it or throw it in Faust's face ripped itself to shreds.

“Oh! Hey! That's— that's—!” Dropping to a crouch as it floated lower, xe leaned forward to peer at it. “How'd you get one of Roboky's tiny robots?” Tilting her head to the side, her mouth dropped open. “Hey, he even has a scoo—ttzzzzkkaj!”

Xer entire body pulsed with electricity from where the tiny thing touched xer boot, words spluttering out.

“And that's where your intrigue fails you!” Faust's voice held a lecturing tone as he walloped xem into the air, his limbs stretching in disturbing ways to continue his beatdown. “It's all too easy for you to lose a fight if you don't concentrate on what you need to!” Slapping her to the ground, he landed while pulling out another mystery item, throwing it high in the air. “I must admit, I didn't take you for enough of a fool to become positively acquainted with the Post War Administration Bureau.”

“The who?” Turning over and hacking spit onto the pavement, Sylv rolled out of the way of the dumbbell accelerating towards xer skull.

“So you haven't fallen quite so far. What good news!” Faust slammed his scalpel on the ground where Sylv had just rolled from. “One hates to see a patient so ill, nothing can be done to cure them!” Pulling his hand out from his coat, he tossed a half dozen items into the air. “Still, that robot isn't the sort of company I'd recommend for anybody!”

“I don't recall asking your opinion.” Sylv swung xer hammer, cracking the falling dumbbell towards the doctor's face. “All I need is a physical checkup. Anything else is unnecessary.” Sidestepping a donut (xe had no idea where it'd been, and the frosting was a shade of pink so vivid it made her teeth hurt just to see it), she whirled in a circle, bringing xer hammer up to smash into Faust’s stomach. It landed and she twisted it, sliding the claw behind his back and yanking him forward. With an elbow jab to his sternum, xe swept a leg behind his knees, forcing him to the floor. Launching from the floor to a handstand on the handle, xe slammed down to land her leg in a full body weight smash right on his back.

SLASH!

Grabbing her hammer, Sylv swung it out as her other hand landed on xer hip. “That was an excellent fight.”

On the floor, Faust moaned. “No gooooooood…!”

“Wonderful, great, very cool!” Sylv pumped xer fists. “I’ve won, and that means you have to examine me!”

“If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a dozen times…” Faust woozily stood from the floor, collapsing back down immediately. “I’m a doctor… I’m not a dentist!”

“Doctors work on the human body, and teeth are a part of that!”

“You’re so insistent on this…” Standing once more, he tugged at the edge of his bag with quick little motions.

“Because it’s important!” Sylv wrung xer hands together. “C’mon, examine me already! I’ve emotionally prepared myself and everything!”

Faust threw his hands into the air. “I can see that talking won’t convince you of anything… I’m leaving to help people who actually need it— and who I can actually help!”

His hand landed on the doorknob behind him. “Call me again when you’re sick with something I can actually help you with, dear citizen!”

“No!” Sylv shot forward, arm outstretched. “Doctor—!”

The door swung shut, and suddenly there was no door at all.

“Damnit!” Sylv stamped the ground, biting xer lip. “I was so close…!” Shaking her arms, xe scowled at the air he had occupied seconds before. “Fanny talks him up so much… Next time I have an exam, I’m asking her for a different recommendation.”

Spinning on her heel, xer eyes caught on the swingset. Xe paused.

[clairetimes]

Hi Moroshi! Good luck in the tournament! What other cool places have you visited when you’re exploring? And would you like an ice lolly? I’m sharing them with everyone!

- from Cosmo @poppybros-jr

Moroshi: I've visited a very beautiful grassland full of lovely flowers. Some of those flowers tasted so delicious! I'm actually considering living there from now on, but I'll just wait a while before I make a decision.

Moroshi: Oh and thank you so much for the popsicle!

@kirbyoctournament